#im not asking for money or anything we'll make it work

[muffinrag]

what's up everybody. who wants to hear about my fucking situation

i live with a lesbian couple, they own a house and I stay in one of their spare rooms. They've been together for like. twenty years. I met them on overwatch about 8 years ago. just to be clear, my relationship with both of them is completely platonic.

well, about... four days ago? time is a soup. One of them, H, "went out for weed" and didnt come back. complete communication shut down. this woman literally pulled the "my dad went out for cigarettes and never came back" stunt, except her children are cats. whatever. anyway

day one, she sends a single text - to ME. not to her fucking goddamn wife. she texts ME. I think mainly because I kinda texted her and scolded her for being "childish and straight up fucking mean." but all she said was "I'm safe"

which, great, okay, thanks.

so her wife, my other roommate, S, was having an absolute mental break because her wife just left with absolutely zero warning or explanation and won't talk to her. Now me, I'm a simple bitch with a lot of emotional repression. I'm doing my best but oh my god.

day two there's still nothing. S was trying to contact H's friends and figure out what in the shitting hell just happened. we basically sat on the couch and watched TV all day.

Day three S finally starts getting information from H's best friend - apparently H thinks she has bipolar disorder and also that she might be a system. Also that she's extremely manic and staying with an old "friend" who is like, hugely toxic and manipulative. (This friend nearly caused H and S to break up a few years ago.) Also turns out she's cheating on S with this friend and has also been cheating online for years. Also that she plans to stay with this friend "indefinitely."

so. Jesus fucking Christ.

S and I went to her bank and got her a new bank account because H started spending money from the shared account, which was S's only account. After that another friend came over to help keep her company and we watched a lot more TV.

end of day three the stress got to me and I came down with some nasty fucking cold. (it's not COVID, I tested.) So I've been hiding in my bedroom for two days. The same friend was over to keep S company yesterday, thank god for him.

and on top of that, my new job has scheduled me for exactly 3 shifts during the next two months.

so. fuck

[zweiginator]

The small town Patrick request you just did was amazing im gonna need you to do a part 2 if you what like they can’t get enough of each other, they’re sneaking around and she feels really guilty about it but she can’t stop. she wants him to properly ask her to be his girlfriend at least because it feels like she’s disappointing god. Idk whatever you feel comfortable with.

after you and patrick make out in his car, there's no stopping. full speed ahead, you keep seeing him. patrick makes fun of you. little stubborn god-fearing church girl sneaking around with patrick zweig. the same patrick who is high half the summer. who watches porn you would be disgusted to know even exists.

it's easy to sneak around with patrick when your father has urged you to continue lessons. patrick refuses his money, so your mother insists he come to dinner once a week, after your second lesson.

so on sundays you go to church and wave sweetly to patrick, the zweig family. you sit politely for the service and patrick and you share glances as you say your prayers. and then you eat lunch and take a shower once you get home. patrick picks you up at 2 on the dot. he drives around and you do practice for thirty or so minutes. but after that--anything is fair game.

you sit on his lap right on the court sometimes. nobody comes around in such a small town. patrick gropes you, pushes his hands under your skirt to tease you. kisses your neck, pulls your hair a little. brushes his lips softly against yours. you just want him to kiss you. he hasn't fucked you yet, you wouldn't allow it.

but how he talks to you makes you feel filthy. like you already have.

"i bet your little pussy is so fucking tight. would feel like heaven."

it makes you squirm on his lap and cars are driving by; it could be anyone, in a town where everyone knows everyone. but he keeps you there. touches you just enough to work you up. he wants you to fold. to yank him towards you and shove your tongue against his. to grind against his palm. you always fold for him.

and then he takes you home at 5. you eat an early dinner and patrick sits across from you. says you're doing such a great job. you're a fast learner. he can't believe you've never done this before. you're not sure what he's referring to. tennis or your sinful foreplay.

but you keep your composure. your father wouldn't allow you to continue lessons if he thought for even a second that patrick was attracted to you or you to him.

so you nod, and patrick compliments your mother's cooking and asks for seconds if he can have them.

after he leaves your mother gushes about him.

"he's really something else." she says, handing you a dish to scrub. "so handsome and polite!"

you choke a little, then nod fervently. "he's very nice."

"you don't think he's handsome?"

it feels like a trick.

"i've never noticed, i guess." a huge lie. you feel pangs of guilt rising, twirling ivies around your veins. "i really like tennis. i think im learning a lot."

your mom retreats. "that's good, honey."

that night patrick asks if you want to sneak out. you say no. and then after 1, you're in his car.

"where are we going?"

patrick takes a drag from his cigarette. you like how his jaw tenses. "to my house. my parents are out of town. visiting family friends before my sister goes to college."

"why didn't you go?" you tear your cuticles.

"i have lessons to teach."

he turns into his driveway. you've never been to his house; it's huge. vast with what seems like a mile long road to get to the house itself.

"what are we doing here?"

you're so innocent. you act like every time is your first.

"just hanging out." patrick gets out of the car.

you're in the kitchen now.

"do you want a drink? a shot?" you're sat on the kitchen island and patrick waves around a bottle of vodka.

"i shouldn't."

"come on. we'll do one together."

"how will you drive me home? my dad would kill you." you cross your arms.

patrick takes his shirt off. you've never seen him shirtless but you gulp. hair peppers his chest and trails down his naval before stopping abruptly at the waistband of his shorts.

"killing me isn't very holy."

"neither is drinking."

"neither is letting me touch your cunt." he pours two shots.

the word sounds vicious coming out of his mouth. you can't take your eyes off of patrick's body.

he hands you one and you clink them together and take them. your face quivers and a shudder rolls down your spine. patrick laughs at you and you feel the liquor down there.

"you feel it?" patrick asks.

you do feel a little tipsy. and you do want him really bad.

you nod and spread your legs. patrick can see your panties from beneath your skirt.

"what are you doing?" patrick stands between your legs, running a finger up your shin.

you shrug.

"i dunno." your face is hot.

"do you ever touch yourself?" patrick bunches your skirt up around your waist. your panties are soaked.

"no."

"you've never had an orgasm?" patrick's thumb runs over your clothed pussy.

you shake your head. your arms are wobbly from holding yourself up.

patrick pushes your panties to the side. he's never really touched you like this.

"this okay?"

no.

"yes." you nod.

you're so wet you're practically dripping. patrick runs a finger through your folds and presses against your clit and you grab onto his shoulder for purchase. you didn't know this really felt that good. because then he's pushing his middle finger into you and it stings but in a way that makes you beg. more, more, more.

"bad fucking girl. letting me fuck your pussy with my fingers."

you moan against his mouth and move forward to kiss him but he moves his head back.

"say it."

you mewl. patrick rubs harder circles over your clit. "say what--" your words are airy.

"say you're a bad girl. ask god to forgive you." his fingers stop moving and you realize he's not going to give you more until you say it.

you start to move your hips but he stops you.

"i'm--" patrick wiggles his fingers, just once. shows you the feeling you're missing so bad. "im a bad girl. please--god, forgive me--"

patrick grabs your jaw and moves his fingers faster and faster. expertly. you try not to think about how many girls he's done this to. it's easy when you feel a weird pit in the bottom of your stomach, blossoming like a dandelion. a weed that shouldn't be there but maybe it's not so bad--and then you feel it. your first orgasm. it has to be.

"patrick--oh my god--" you grind your cunt against his hand and he talks you through it. says you're perfect. says look at you, good girl.

but you're not perfect and you're not good. you feel awful and you need to stop this now.

but patrick is breathing heavy and his hair is sweaty, matted against his forehead. he's hard. so you untie his shorts.

do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

[ashton-sano]

Blue Lock Characters in: Being Jealous

(Characters Inclu.: Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage, Chigiri Hyoma)

Trying to get into the habit of posting more often, so have these headcanons. A Bit short but I hope you enjoy

Yoichi Isagi

-Somehow the worst one on this list

-He's likely to give the nastiest glare to whoever you're wasting your time with (of course when you arent looking)

-Post Blue lock Isagi is kinda the same, Just a lot less subtle. curses and maybe a fight or two if its Kaiser. 

"That blonde asshole has no place talking to you, you're mine.."

-Don't be alarmed, he's unlikely to take his jealously out on you

-Unless you're teasing him on purpose, then he might get a bit agitated with you

- "My dear, I'm not too fond of how you let him touch you just then, please stop that."

 

-He's a two way street, either a sweetheart who tries to dodge around it or a straight maniac who will plot murdering whoever it is.

    -Nothing to mistake, he isnt brainless, so theres always a chance he wont care

-He's mostly secure in your relationship with him but could use reassurance in times like that

Meguru Bachira 

-Relatively tame for the most part

-If anything, he may get clingier

-He honestly doesnt even acknowledge the person youre talking to at first, he's too invested in you

"Oh, Baby! You busy today? I wanted to try this- hm? Oh, you're talking to someone...? Anyway, its this cool bakery I saw, we should try it!"

-If you aren't giving him your attention, that's when he'd get pouty

-He's a child at heart, naturally he's gonna get upset if you aren't paying him mind, no matter the reason

"Babyyyyyyy, gimme attention...! I dont care who youre talking to, love me!"

-Its cute so you usually give him his way and stop what youre doing

       

     --> Little do you know, he does it on purpose because it always works

-Definitely a michevious little bumblebee

Seishiro Nagi 

-Another rather tame one

-Hard to tell if he even cares with how lazy and laid back he is 

-It usually never bothers him since he does trust you 

"Hm? Your friend asked to hang out today? Sounds cool.." 

-Like Bachira, he only cares when it cuts into your time with him, now its something of note for him

-How could you leave your boyfriend for some lame hangout? Playing Video games with him is much more important

"You want me to get off..? No...Not until you promise you'll stay and hang out with me..."

-Please just stay, he might actually cry if you leave (he wont, but it always gets you because you believe him)

     ->A 6'2" babi, why wouldnt you want to give him what he wants?

- Eventually he makes you forget why you were trying to leave in the first place

Reo Mikage

-Have you seen how he gets with Nagi? Safe to say he wont be very happy

-As mad as he'd be, I doubt he'll make sure you see that

-All smiles and grins when you look at him, what do you mean you swear you saw him scowl at the guy behind you? You're just seeing things love

 

"Dove, who's this? A..friend? Ah, well im sure we'll get along well, real well...."

-We all know how privledged he is, he would be appauled that you want time with anyone besides him, what could they give you that he cant?

-Granted, he wouldnt give it much thought at first but as you keep focus on this person, itll eat away at him more before he's pouting and begging for you to give him your undivided time

"C'mon Dove, how bout we go to that new cafe you were talking about, hm? No, im not trying to distract you, how could you say that..?"

(Thats definitely what hes doing)

-Eventually he'd bribe or sweet talk you into giving him what he wants 

    -"Dont ask about where that guy went, hes not important....Now lets go get some ice cream, yeah?"

-A tad creepy and overprotective but with all that money, who is to stop him?

Chigiri Hyoma

 The most tame on this list, and by a rather large margin too

-This pretty boy knows you'll eventually give him your attention, nothing to worry about

-If anything, he encourages you to allocate your time doing what you want and speaking to who you wish

-That can change if the person is too touchy with you, however

"Pretty sure they asked you to take your hands off, keep them to yourself."

 

-He trusts you entirely, its the people you hang around that can overstep and agitate him 

-Hence why he's almost always hanging out with you, your friends are his friends right? What better way to show them that you're happily taken then to bring your sweet, beautiful redhead with you?

"Going out sweetheart? Mind if i tag along? I mean only if you don't mind."

-Truly a man who knows his worth, but it would help if you told your especially pushy friends to mind their manners when he's around 

    -A few of them have actually attempted moves on him once or twice

-We stan a Pretty King 👑 

[abimee]

hi i can no longer act coy or hope that a job will come in time so im coming to everyone really embarassingly with my issues

in June I attempted to get fired from/left my job after having a really embarassing public meltdown due to having Rapid-Cycling Mixed Bipolar and the unending stress of that job of 3+ years. I've been struggling to get a job afterwards due to being in CA without a vehicle, and i'm currently working on an overdue commission so could not open up any more.

Soon after, my mother's car imploded, and a series of incidents related to a used engine and taking out a loan with a friend has left her both needing to pay back the loan and still needing to get a new car, putting her thousands in the hole.

my mother has allowed me to not worry about paying rent while unemployed, but now the person living with us is moving out, so it will be on me and my mother to pay rent, upping mine from $300 to $500 a month. I am currently job hunting with good prospects, but I am still in need of some assistance.

I DO NOT WANT TO ASK FOR DONATIONS WITHOUT GIVING SOMETHING IN RETURN, I have a very bad time taking help from people without doing something in return because I do not want people to feel like they Have to give me money or help me, I want to Offer something in return for that money, even in a situation like this, because I want everyone to come out on the other end feeling fulfilled, so I'm offering some (slow) cheaper commissions I can work on in between the bigger comm I owe.

My kofi is always open for donation sketches ---- you can donate the minimum amount (or whatever you prefer) and get a drawing like this of anything as long as you put it into the donation message!

i cant currently take on big commissions as I have one i owe and the commissioner is a very generous person who has been waiting a good few months for me to finish one during this hectic time, but if you're interested in getting something a little higher quality for a donation, a $30-50 USD donation can get you a ''simple commission'' styled drawing --- that is, you give me a prompt and character refferences (ocs or fanart, up to 2-3 characters depending on complexity), and I draw them like below (color complexity depends on price, the higher the amount the more the color).

You wont have access to revisions to make this as fast as possible, so i HIGHLY reccomend only getting fanart comms of these and to make sure you really like my style!!

this is one of those situations where I DEEPLY reccomend people do not donate unless they want something in return, if you dont wanna ask for a drawing or anything i reccomend going to people in more dire circumstances and helping them out with your donation!!!

but if you want to help me help my mother get out of a bad financial situation and get a little drawing in return, you can do a small dono and att a message of what you want doodled, or you can email me at cyrdrawings@gmail.com your $30-50 donation reciept and what you would like me to draw, and ill try to get them as soon as I can

thank you so much for checking this post out and keep it real old school!!!!! i promise once this is over and i get a job we'll be back to your regularly scheduled art posting

[adimouze]

maxiel witcher au????? tell me more 😳😳😳😳

IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED OKAY SO it's mostly scribbles and little drafts that need connecting tissue but --

max's dad tries to sell him to the school of wolf at a very young age but they've been through some reforms so when he turns up with a 3 year old Lewis is like wtf no raise that child into a teen then we'll see so Jos decides to sell him to another witcher school of dubious nature

enter the school of the cat!!! it's run by christian and a crickety old mage of dubious nature and they take in max for too cheap a price and max never sees his family again but he gets turned into a Cat witcher, he's probably the best witcher around after Lewis and Sebastian but unlike Lewis and Sebastian he's up for anything for a price he's not saving villages out of the goodness of his heart

he gets hired to save this shitty little village in the edges of the continent and he meets Ricciardo the Bard but he's just daniel then and he's like...18 and fresh off the boat, teeth crooked and still too in awe of everything around him, Max wants to eat him

so they fuck and then daniel's like peace cool see u around and max kinda imprints on him because he's never met someone as interesting as daniel but then again he has work to do and money to earn and he cant be following a mortal around BUT

(continued below if people are still around)

they keep running into each other!!!! it's weird!!! like destiny!!!! (it's actually max being obsessed enough to stick around major towns that he thinks daniel might come by in)

daniel gets famous!!! he ages!!! he gets hot!!! he decides to join max in some of his little adventures and it's fun but daniel is like "babe i gotta share some of this BDE with the world" but he does truly love max he just doesnt know max feels the same way (max, to the side, drooling at his every move) so he goes around playing songs that he wrote about max in towns and getting more and more famous (he's taylor swift and doing eras tours in my head)

anyways daniel gets captured by some king who takes a shining to him and basically makes him his sex slave/court musician and max finds out so through another witcher and he basically stages a coup

PLOT HAPPENS

daniel is injured!!! max drags him to lewis because christian tells him there's nothing he can do to save a dying bard but lewis has one way. and max wont like it. daniel would definitely not like it.

daniel wakes up 35 years old and a witcher.

[sleekervae]

The Bride [0.8]

Masterlist

Pairing: billy the kid x fem!reader

Summary: Jesse robs Eleanor

Warnings: cursing, slander, mentions of shooting, armed robbery, anxiety and paranoia

Word Count: 4,636

Tag List: @poppyflower-22 @ponyslayer

Time wasn't a constant while they caught up. Eleanor learned more about Billy's journey; his trouble in Mexico and the adrenaline he had in taking another life. Though at the same time he wasn't sorry for it; in this instance it was kill or be killed and despite Eleanor's disappointment, she couldn't blame Billy for his actions. She was just grateful that he was alive.

He went on about meeting Pat, rejoining with Jesse, and how he came to be under Murphy's employment. Having a steady job worked in his favour and kept him out of trouble from the law -- the law of course was in Murphy's pocket, too. Nevertheless, there was no joy or exuberance as Billy spoke, it was clear to Eleanor he didn't enjoy roughing up the locals. They were innocents just trying to make ends meet, they hadn't done anything to wrong him.

At the same time, Eleanor confided in Billy about her father's passing; how she tentatively ventured back to Rosario to take care of his affairs, to identify the body. That was the hardest part; the last time she'd seen her father alive, she was making off with a horse and leaving him in the dust. Now he was just another empty vessel in a musty doctor's office; he was so familiar and yet so foreign to her.

Billy felt for her, he at least got to spend time with his father in his final moments. Eleanor spoke kind in his memory, however there was a lingering resentment in her voice. In the end however she was grateful because he ended up leaving her his land, and quite a bit of money. A woman owning land was so unheard of, and Eleanor was touched that her father regarded her so highly. Though given her past, she didn't feel that Rosario was her home anymore. She heard about Tunstall setting up shop and decided she needed a fresh start, new name, new town, nobody who would know her.

Or so she thought.

Meanwhile, Jesse was pacing back and forth in their encampment; a bottle of whiskey clenched in his hand as he swayed from foot-to-foot. Pat watched him, the brim of his hat low as he tuned the strings on John's guitar.

"What's eating you?" he asked, his voice gruff and low.

"Billy," Jesse spat, "He hasn't come back, yet,"

"I see that," Pat nodded, "Where you reckon he went?"

Bob came hobbling out of his own tent, undoing his trousers as he stumped towards a bush. He laughed under his breath, "He prolly went to make acquaintances with Mr. Riley's wife. You seen the way she was lookin' at 'im?" he gave a whistle, dropping his drawers and relieving himself.

Pat smirked back, turning to the anxious Jesse, "Yeah, you told me how much of a dog he can be. Relax, Jesse," he coaxed, "He'll be back soon,"

Jesse wasn't perturbed. With a final swig of the whiskey bottle, he proceeded to toss it into the dirt, "We'll se about that," deep down in his gut, he had a pretty good idea of where Billy had gone off to...

Eleanor peered through the curtains, the night cloaking Lincoln in its deep, unyielding silence. The streets were still, not a whisper of wind to stir the calm. Her heart, however, was anything but serene, a restless fluttering in her chest that refused to be tamed.

The quiet creak of the powder room door broke the stillness, and Billy emerged, adjusting his shirt with a casual grace. He was a sight to behold, his every movement both familiar and foreign. Eleanor's eyes traced his form before she forced herself to look away, her cheeks warming under his gentle smile.

"You keep looking out the window," Billy remarked as he settled beside her on the bed, his voice a soft rumble in the quiet room.

Eleanor shrugged, a bittersweet smile touching her lips. "I’ve been doing it for over a year now. It’s hard to shake the feeling… like someone’s always watching."

Billy’s brow furrowed as a thought struck him, a shadow of concern crossing his features. “Did you know the US Army is here?”

Eleanor’s head bobbed in a slow nod. “Yep. I haven’t seen Harbinger, yet,” the army captain.

“And what if he shows up?” Billy’s question hung in the air, charged with unspoken fears.

Eleanor’s gaze drifted to her lap, her fingers fidgeting with the fabric of her skirt. “I’ll think of something,” she said softly, “Maybe Johana Delile will just have to disappear for a bit,”

Billy’s eyes narrowed with concern. “Does Tunstall know?”

“No,” Eleanor said firmly, “And if I can manage it, he won’t.”

“He’s going to find out,” Billy warned, his voice tight. “Jesse’s got a bone to pick now.”

Eleanor’s fingers continued their restless dance, her gaze fixed on her lap. “He always finds something to pick,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant but failing to mask the edge in her voice.

Billy’s worry deepened, “Not like this. Jesse’s furious. He thinks you betrayed him,”

Eleanor’s shoulders tensed, a sigh escaping her lips. “Dunno' what else you'd call it...” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I don’t want to see you get hurt, especially not by him,” Billy said, his tone earnest and soft.

Eleanor met his gaze, her own filled with a resolve she barely felt. “He won’t hurt me, Billy. Not if he wants the money I owe him,”

In the end, Eleanor understood why Jesse’s fury seemed so personal. Loyalty meant little now; the protection she’d paid for was overdue, and Jesse would have no patience for debts now that he'd found her.

Billy’s eyes softened as realization dawned on him, a shadow of sadness flickering across his face, “That’s why you pulled out the knife so quickly,” he said quietly, a note of sadness threading through his voice. “You thought I was coming to collect,”

Eleanor stood up, her movements steady but her expression strained. She walked to the dresser, her fingers moving with a practiced efficiency as she rummaged through her bag. Her hand closed around the cold surface of the switchblade, a brand new piece of metal with intricate carvings on the handle, the blade was so clean one could almost see their own reflection.

With a deep breath, she pulled out the knife, its surface catching the dim glow of the gas lamp, “Sam said he wouldn't feel right letting me lock up without a little protection -- and this came without a drunken, trigger-happy fool,” she said softly, her gaze lingering on the blade before she handed it to Billy.

Billy inspected the knife carefully, his heart heavy with the realization of how precariously she balanced on the edge of peril. It had been said so frequently: never bring a knife to a gun fight. Billy knew that little gadget would do little to perturb Jesse.

"I'm not gonna' let anything happen to you," he promised.

Eleanor scoffed, "Billy --"

"I mean it, Eleanor," he met her gaze, his piercing blue eyes holding her on the spot, "I don't care what side I'm on; as long as you're here... I can't lose anybody else. I need you to be alright,"

His voice, raw and earnest, cut through the air, each word pulling at the tangled mess of emotions in her chest. It reminded her of the day they found him in the desert—skin blistered, lips cracked, the sun mercilessly beating down on him. He was barely hanging on, so close to the edge that the wind itself might have taken him. And when he finally opened his eyes, it was her face he saw first.

The relief in his gaze had been overwhelming, a moment of pure connection in a world that was anything but kind. Now, as he looked at her with that same intensity, the vulnerability in his eyes was impossible to ignore. That look—like he was still clinging to her, still seeing her as the one thing keeping him tethered to this world—held her captive, just as it had all those years ago.

Eleanor sat down beside him, her hand closing over his, the cool metal of the switchblade still clenched between his fingers. She looked into his eyes, her voice soft but firm, "Hey—I'm not going anywhere. You can't make me," Her thumb brushed over his knuckles, grounding them both in the moment, "I just worry about you. I don’t want you getting in trouble because of me,"

Billy shook his head, a small, almost defiant smile playing on his lips. "I’m not gonna’ get in trouble," he replied, his voice laced with a quiet confidence that almost made her believe him, "They’ll have to catch me first,"

But as the words left his mouth, Eleanor couldn’t shake the heaviness in the air between them. They’d been here before—always pulled back into each other’s orbit, only to be torn apart again by circumstances beyond their control. Their meetings, once innocent (somewhat), had taken on an edge lately, as if each moment together was borrowed time.

Tonight felt different, though. The way he looked at her, the way he held on to her hand like it was the last solid thing in a world that kept shifting beneath their feet—she could sense the desperation beneath his bravado.

Their rendezvous had always carried a hint of danger, but tonight it felt more real, more imminent. The walls they’d built around themselves, the lies they told to survive, were closing in, and she knew that one wrong move could shatter everything.

Eleanor jumped at the sudden banging of a window shutter across the way. It was instinctual at this point to peak behind the curtain of her own window, just to make sure nobody was out there. She figured there had to be a day, somewhere down the line where she could hear noises go off in the night and not have to worry.

"You should get going," she told Billy, "It's late, and Jesse's gonna be on you like flies on a carcass,"

As much as he hated to admit it, Billy knew Eleanor was right. He had to get his story straight by the time he arrived at the encampment, what he would say at the moment however he wasn't sure.

"S'pose so," he stood from the bed, placing the switchblade on the bedside table, "I'll try to keep the guys away from Tunstall's store, if I can,"

"Don't. Don't involve yourself like that," Eleanor shook her head, "But eventually, you are gonna' have to make a choice, Billy. You can't play peace-keeper for so long,"

"What does that mean?" he cocked a brow.

"It means I'm not gonna' hold it against you if you stay on Murphy's side. We all gotta' do what we have to, right?" despite the calm she tried to project, Billy could see the sadness in her eyes. It was like a shadow that never quite left, no matter how much she smiled or reassured him. He knew she understood—better than anyone—that he had a job to do. But the weight of that job, the promises Frank had made about pride and purpose, didn’t sit right with him anymore. The high he was supposed to feel from threatening people, from doing what needed to be done, was nowhere to be found.

Instead, it left a bitter taste in his mouth, one that only grew stronger every time he remembered the people he was hurting—good, innocent people caught in the same web that had almost strangled him not so long ago.

"That we do..."

Billy wouldn’t say it out loud, not yet, but the cracks in his loyalty were getting harder to ignore. Tunstall’s side, with its promises of something better, something that didn’t leave him feeling hollow, was starting to look a whole lot more appealing. And it wasn’t just the cause that drew him in… it was the thought of a future that wasn’t stained with regret, a future where Eleanor wasn’t just a fleeting moment, but something real.

The cracks in Billy’s resolve deepened the very next day, splintering into something he couldn’t ignore. No matter how hard he tried to keep things from spiraling, he hadn’t seen it coming—Pat pulling out his gun and shooting the Mexican farmer right in front of his family. The man crumpled to the ground, dead before he even hit the dirt. The farmer was about to strike Jesse, but it didn’t matter. Not to the family wailing in despair, the cries of “murderer” in their native tongue echoing in Billy’s ears long after the dust settled.

Billy hadn’t pulled the trigger, but the guilt gripped him like he had. The weight of it pressed down on his chest, making it hard to breathe, hard to think. He could still see the lifeless eyes of the farmer, still hear the anguished sobs of his wife and children. And no matter how much he told himself he hadn’t done it, he felt every bit the murderer they accused him of being.

Pat was arrested shortly after, the sheriff doing what he could to keep the furious townspeople at bay. But even with the law on Murphy’s side, the sheriff had a line to toe. Whether Pat would hang for it was anyone’s guess, but one thing was clear—Murphy was down a man, and the rest of them were left to pick up the pieces, scrambling to cover lost time and wages. And with every step Billy took, the cracks widened, threatening to pull him under.

News of the farmer’s murder spread through town like wildfire, igniting whispers and fueling fear. In its wake, more farmers turned to Tunstall, signing deals faster than ever. Tunstall. For Eleanor, it meant more goods to sell, more profits for the store, which should’ve been good news. But no amount of business success could quiet the gnawing worry in her gut. Every day, the unease grew, twisting tighter inside her as she wondered how Billy was holding up, praying he wasn’t as deeply entangled in this mess as she feared. But the silence from him only made her worry more.

Eleanor's paranoia gnawed at her, growing stronger with each passing day. Every night, she checked the door twice, her heart pounding as she turned the key, and every time she stepped onto the street, she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching. She kept glancing over her shoulder, half-expecting to see Jesse lurking at the end of a dark alley or feeling the cold press of a gun at her back. She knew Jesse wasn’t the type to let things go. If he ever came back to the store, she feared he’d do more than just cause a scene.

Her anxiety spiked whenever she caught sight of the army soldiers milling around town. None of them seemed to notice her, but that didn’t stop the dread from building in her chest. What if Captain Harbinger was still looking for her? The thought of being dragged back to Rosario—or anywhere he deemed fit—terrified her more than anything Jesse could do. The idea of being chained to a life she had barely escaped, reduced to nothing more than a captive housewife, was a fate worse than death.

The guilt gnawed at Billy, a constant ache that wouldn't let him sleep. He couldn't shake the image of the farmer's lifeless body, the sound of the family's screams echoing in his mind. So he decided to do the one thing that might ease the weight on his chest—he went to the farmer’s funeral. He didn’t even know the man’s name, but the least he could do was show up, pay his respects, try to make sense of the mess he was part of.

Billy dressed in his best clothes, ones that hadn’t seen dirt or blood, and made his way to the service. The moment he arrived, he could feel the stares, the cold, hard eyes boring into him. His presence was like a dark cloud, unwelcome and heavy, but he stayed. He stayed because he owed it to the man in the ground, and maybe even to himself. Much to his surprise, he wasn't the only outsider attending the funeral.

Charlie Bowdre wasn’t one to get involved in senseless violence, and he had heard enough about Billy—both the legend and the man behind it. Charlie knew Billy wasn’t just some ruthless outlaw, not the cutthroat the stories made him out to be. There was something more to him, something decent.

Charlie saw in Billy a man torn between the life he’d been dragged into and the values he still held deep down. The more they talked, the more Charlie realized that Billy believed in fairness, in giving everyone a shot, not just those with deep pockets. It was a belief that aligned with Tunstall's own ideals, a belief in something better, something more just.

So, Charlie did what he could—he spoke to Billy, man to man. He didn’t push, didn’t preach, just laid it out plain and simple. He offered Billy a chance to switch sides, to stand up for the values they both knew were right. It wasn’t an easy decision, but Charlie’s words stuck with Billy, gnawing at him until he couldn’t ignore them anymore. In the end, it wasn’t just about choosing a side; it was about choosing who he wanted to be. 

On a bright and warm morning, Eleanor rode out to the bank to make the weekly deposit for the store. The sun was just starting to climb higher in the sky, casting a golden light over Lincoln. The air was still, almost too still, and the usual bustle of the town seemed oddly subdued. Eleanor kept her eyes forward, focused on the road ahead, the satchel of money securely tied to her saddle.

As she rode, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. It was too quiet, too calm, like the town was holding its breath. But she pushed the thought aside, blaming it on the nerves that had been gnawing at her ever since Billy's last visit. She was almost at the bank, just a few more minutes and she’d be done, back in the safety of the store, where she could keep an eye on things.

But as she reached the horse tie-off that ran beside the bank, a shadow moved across her path. Before she could react, Jesse stepped out in front of her horse, his hand casually resting on the butt of his revolver. His face was a mask of cold indifference, but there was a dangerous glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down her spine.

“Morning, Eleanor,” he drawled, his voice low and calm, as if they were just old friends having a chat.

Her heart pounded in her chest, but she forced herself to stay calm, to not show the fear that was threatening to consume her, “Jesse,” she replied, her voice steady, though her mind was racing. She knew better than to whip the reins and try to run. Jesse was too quick for that.

He stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator toying with its prey, "Sorry -- I forgot you go by Johana now," he said, his eyes flicking to the satchel.

"I don't reckon you care, much," she replied, her throat tightening as he moved even closer, close enough that she could see the tension in his jaw, the barely contained anger simmering beneath the surface, "I was sorry to hear about Pat,"

"I'm sure you were..." he shrugged, "If that fuck'n Mexican just knew his place --"

"Don't start with that," she huffed, "What do you want?"

Jesse’s hand moved to the satchel, his fingers brushing against the leather strap, "What do I want? I want my own distillery so I never have to pay for whiskey again," he met her gaze, his tone mocking, "And I wanna' drag you into the desert and teach you a couple lessons. But I'll settle for this money bag,"

A shiver ran down her spine, but she didn’t resist as he untied the satchel from her saddle. Her eyes met his, and for a brief moment, she saw the old Jesse, the one who had once cared for her, protected her. But that Jesse was long gone, replaced by this cold, calculating man who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.

"You can be mad at me all you want, Jesse," she said softly, trying to appeal to his sympathy -- if he had any left, "If you were in my shoes, you'd do the same thing,"

"Really?" he scoffed, "I took good care of you, I made sure you were fed, made sure you were protected. And how do you repay me?" his hand came over her skirt, squeezing over her thigh. Eleanor fought to urge to kick him away, "You just take off with no explanation. No loyalty. And since you still owe me for protection, consider this you fulfilling your debt," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper, but the threat in his words was clear. He tucked the satchel under his arm, his gaze never leaving hers.

"This mean you're gonna leave me alone, now?" she asked.

"Perhaps?" he shrugged, "Or maybe I'll come by the store from time to time, scope out the goods... just say hi," he added, his voice softening slightly, as if he almost regretted what he was doing. But then, just as quickly, the softness was gone, replaced by that same hard, ruthless edge.

"You take care now, Johana,"

Without another word, Jesse turned and walked away, disappearing back into the alley as quietly as he had appeared. To anyone passing by, it would have looked like nothing more than a brief conversation, nothing out of the ordinary. But Eleanor knew better. She had just been robbed, and not just of money, but of whatever hope she had left that Jesse might leave her alone.

She waited until he was out of sight before she allowed herself to breathe again, her hands trembling as she gripped the reins. The warmth of the morning sun suddenly felt oppressive, the brightness of the day a stark contrast to the cold fear that now gripped her heart.

Billy strolled into Tunstall’s store, shoulders back but head low, eyes scanning the place like he was expecting trouble. The bell above the door jingled softly, but the only other sound in the shop was the steady swish of a broom across the floor. Sam, preoccupied with sweeping, didn’t even notice Billy until he turned around.

"Have a look at whatever you want—" Sam began, but then his gaze landed on Billy. His expression darkened immediately, "Oh, it’s you," he huffed, pausing mid-sweep, "Here to turn my shop over again? Make some menial threats, or is there something else you’re after?"

Billy shook his head, the weight of regret pulling at his chest.,"No," he said quietly, eyes downcast. "I’m really sorry about that…" He hesitated, swallowing hard before forcing out the question that had been burning on his mind since he set foot in town. "Is El—Johana here?"

Sam’s eyes narrowed, suspicion etched into every line of his face. He didn’t answer right away, just let the silence sit there, thick and uncomfortable, like he was waiting for Billy to crack under the pressure.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sam spoke, his tone clipped and cold. "No," he replied curtly, his jaw tightening, "She’s off today. Got robbed down at the bank,"

The words hit Billy like a punch to the gut, leaving him reeling. He tried to hide his reaction, but the shock must have shown on his face because Sam’s glare only deepened.

"Robbed?" Billy echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. A knot of guilt twisted in his stomach. He should’ve been there. He should’ve protected her.

"Yeah," Sam snapped, clearly not in the mood for small talk. "Some jackass took off with the week’s earnings,"

Billy clenched his fists at his sides, anger and frustration bubbling up inside him, "Do you know who did it?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady, though he could feel it cracking around the edges.

Sam shot him a pointed look, as if to say he knew damn well who was behind it, but he didn’t say a word. Instead, he just turned back to his sweeping, dismissing Billy with a shrug.

"Does it matter?" Sam repeated, his voice a little louder this time, the edge of resignation cutting through. "What’s done is done. What do you want with her, anyway?"

Billy opened his mouth to answer, but the words caught in his throat. What did he want with Eleanor? Was he here to check on her, to see if she was okay? Or to bear his soul to her, aching for some forgiveness he felt he should repent for?

He shook his head, trying to clear the fog that had settled in his mind. "Don't matter, I guess," he muttered, more to himself than to Sam. "... Is Tunstall here?"

"Mr. Tunstall's away," Sam said, his voice steady but with an undercurrent of something Billy couldn’t quite place, "... But if you want, you can go and meet his lawyer, Mr. McSween,"

Billy’s brow furrowed as he considered the offer. There was a pause, a beat where he could almost hear the gears turning in his head, trying to figure out what Sam was getting at, "And he can give you a good account of what's actually happening here in Lincoln,"

"What is actually happening here in Lincoln, Sam?" Billy asked, his voice carrying the weight of the countless rumors and half-truths he’d been hearing since he first set foot in town, "‘Cause everybody around here seems to have their own angle on it. What's yours?"

Sam stopped sweeping, leaning on the broom as he looked Billy square in the eye. "Well, I think we're on the verge of a big war... a war between Murphy and Tunstall. And as far as I can see, one side is right, and the other side is plain wrong,"

The words hung in the air between them, heavy with implication. Billy could feel the tension in his chest tightening, the lines between right and wrong blurring in his mind. He’d been working for Murphy for long enough to know what kind of man he was, what kind of power he wielded. But hearing it from Sam, someone who clearly had no love for Murphy’s crew, made it all feel more real, more immediate.

"If I agree to meet with McSween," Billy started, his voice cautious, "it has to be in secret. No one can know about it."

Sam nodded, understanding in his eyes. "You can tell McSween... it's just a friendly visit,"

Billy swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the decision pressing down on him. "I'm not ready to commit to anything. I still work for Murphy,"

There it was, the confession that had been sitting on the tip of his tongue for days, the admission that he was still tied to the man who had caused so much pain and suffering in this town. But there was something about Sam’s words, the way he spoke with such conviction, that made Billy wonder if maybe—just maybe—there was another way.

Sam didn’t push, didn’t try to sway him one way or the other. He just nodded again, a silent understanding passing between them.

"Just think about it," Sam said, his voice softer now, almost gentle, "Think about what side you really want to be on when the dust settles,"

[doumadono]

EMERGENCY REQUEST

So I love your stuff and ofc take your time. Im really sorry to inconvenience you with this request but I'm just very stressed.

I recently moved into a new house with my family and we have been slowly moving things in for months. Apparently the landlord left the door unlocked after he came in to make some final repairs and someone broke in and stole some stuff. Nothing huge, some tools, a toaster oven, drill bits. We didn't think they stole anything else and my family didn't see a reason to make a report till I started looking for one of my boxes I moved previously and it was gone. It had all my cross country stuff in it and I know it's not important to anyone else but CC is my LIFE. I've been running for almost 5 years So all my medals, plaques, times, banners, numbers, memorabilia from courses are gone. And I don't know what anyone would want with any of it. None of it was worth any kind of money but all of it means so much to me emotionally. I SUCKED my first year and it took so much effort to EARN everything. I'm scared they are gonna start melting down my metals or try to pawn them. I know it sounds vain and maybe it is but I was so proud of everything I've accomplished in cross country. I had a mental break down for about 30 mins to an hour and idk what to do. CC helped motivate me to recover from my Annorexia and one of those metals I won right after I got out of the hospital. Im 4'10 (I am a senior in highschool) Im already at a disadvantage considering my legs are half the size of everyone else's. I had to work so hard to be where I am now and all my reward for my work it's just gone because someone was bored? Wanted to make some extra cash?

Do you think If/when you have time you could write MHA comforting someone who's going through this? Maybe Shoji or Amajiki? Or whoever you want and think would fit. Im sorry again I know it's vain to want all of it back but it just meant so much to me.

Shoji & Amajiki with a friend who lost their CC stuff

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

Shoji

Shoji, noticing your distress, approaches quietly, acknowledging the pain without pressing for words.

With his calm demeanor, he approaches the friend, his extra limbs extending to offer a gentle, reassuring touch.

He speaks gently, "I heard what happened. I can't imagine how hard this must be for you. Take your time, but if you want to talk, I'm here."

Shoji respects your initial silence, patiently waiting for you to open up when you're ready.

He remarks, "Your achievements in cross country are a part of who you are. Losing them is like losing a piece of yourself, I bet but you still have the memories."

Shoji invites the friend to a quiet spot in the school, away from prying eyes, where they can share their feelings without judgment. "Sometimes, finding solace in silence can be more comforting than words."

Shoji suggests, "Let's work on a plan together. We'll search for your items and, if needed, involve our friends for more support. Even if the physical items are gone, your achievements and the strength you gained through cross country remain."

Amajiki

Amajiki cautiously approaches, "I heard about what happened. It's okay if you don't want to talk, but I'm here for you."

Amajiki silently sits with you, understanding that words may not be enough to express the depth of your pain.

He softly says, "Your achievements are not just medals. They're a reflection of your strength and resilience. No one can take that away."

Amajiki's gentle demeanor encourages the distressed friend to open up slowly, sharing the pain and memories associated with the lost stuff.

Amajiki softly suggests involving the authorities, realizing the emotional value of the stolen items. "I think it's important to let the authorities know. They might be able to help recover your belongings, and it's okay to ask for help."

Amajiki spends quiet moments with the distressed friend, acknowledging that sometimes, silent companionship speaks louder than words.

[felixsramen]

When i saw the part where y/n said that she was an introvert and loves reading i was in tears really i wanna thank this person that she reqested that!

So i wanna ask if you could do maybe a oneshot where y/n has a really down day couldnt sleep and when it was morning she was out for groceries and the members were at work and when they came home they saw y/n lying on the couch sleeping but with a book in their hand and the members realize how much y/n was struggling lately and they do something to help her getting better maybe? If thats okay for you i mean you dont habe to but i would really love that

I really liked this ask. Im sorry it's a little short though.

It was probably about 4am now. You were awake on the giant bed that your boyfriends had decided to buy so you all could sleep together. You were currently in-between Changbin and I.N. It was raining at this point and the rain matched your mood. You couldn't sleep after being stressed from work and getting that promotion that had you working later. Instead you climb out of the bed and make your way to the living room.

It hadn't been even a week of getting that promotion. You go to the blinds and open them all the way. You watch as another flash of lightning brightened the sky. You couldn't help but sit on the couch by the window looking out it.

The rain splattered across the sky and you watch as the leaves and tiny branches from the tree in the front yard come down. You couldn't help but cry. You had been yelled at yesterday by your boss for the stack of papers that she had gave you earlier in the week, when she had given you the promotion, hadn't all been filled out by yesterday.

Luckily she didn't force you to do another day of work and told you she expected it done when you returned. It didn't make you feel any better though knowing this was just the first week. It didn't help that your boyfriends were busy working and getting ready for their comeback. So they were staying late practicing and would come home tired and just ready to eat and rest. It didn't bother you much but you were starting to miss spending time with them.

You were sobbing at this point as the droplets hit your window covering it up. Eventually the tears dried and so did the rain but the clouds were still grey. You had stayed up all night and into the morning.

You hear the door open. The light turns on and you see Seungmin who has bed hair. He yawns and stretches. "What are you doing in here this early?" He asks you in his morning voice.

"Couldn't sleep." You tell him and he makes his way to the couch. He goes up to you and climbs onto the couch cuddling into you. Your hand goes to his hair and he sighs.

"They'll be getting up in a few minutes. I have to get ready for work too." He says yawning again. Your nails go into his hair and scratch his scalp and he sighs with content.

He slowly pulls away from you reluctantly. He goes into the room again probably to get the rest of the boys up. Within 30 minutes the house is full with your 8 boyfriends.

"Fucking hell. It's too early for this." Jisung whines onto Hyunjin who is half asleep but ready to go on the other couch.

Your other 6 boyfriends make their way to the living room. "I really don't want to go. Sometimes I wish I had decided to do literally anything else that doesn't involve me waking up at the ass crack of dawn." Minho grumbles as he grabs the keys.

Chan nods eyes heavy as he takes a sip of his coffee. "I'm so tired." Jisung whines again.

"Lets go. They said they'd let us leave work early and then we'll have a couple days off after." Chan says taking another sip of the coffee he made.

The boys file out of the house waving at you and telling you they love you. Changbin sighs. "We'll be back around 1." He says bag on his shoulder.

"I'd appreciate it if you went shopping today. I left money on the nightstand." Minho says yawning and you nod your head.

"I love you." He says and you return it. He sighs as he closes the door behind him. You let out your own sigh.

You weren't feeling much better. You instead went on your phone scrolling through for the next few hours before you decide to go to the grocery store.

You don't feel good about yourself so you throw on a pair of sweatpants and one of Felixs hoodie, opting on going for a more lazy look. Who cared anyways? It was just the grocery store. You grab the money that sat on the nightstand and you put it in your wallet and grab your purse shoving it inside.

It didn't take you long getting in the car and going to the store. Luckily Minho had made a list of things that you needed to get. You were quick to find them knowing you couldn't stand being out in public at the moment. You checked the list once again making sure you had gotten everything.

Your phone buzzes. "Also me and Bin need protein shakes for working out. Love you and thank you!" A message from Chan reads. You try your best not to make a face at the mention of the protein shakes Chan and Changbin would chug. You sigh but go towards that aisle.

You quickly grab it and check out. You were glad the house wasn't too far. You got home and put the groceries up quickly and it was around noon. You wondered if the boys kept your book out that you had currently been reading or if Minho had put it up with the rest of your books.

You go to the drawer occupying the room and open it finding your book. Luckily the bookmark was in it still. Jisung had a habit of picking your book up wrong and the bookmark falling out of it. You grab the book shutting the drawer. You make your way to the hall closet grabbing an extra blanket from there and making your place on the couch.

You had gotten halfway through the book before your eyes started getting heavy. Not being able to sleep last night must've taken a toll on you because before long your eyes give up on you.

The boys pull up to the house getting out. "Why did we have to be there so long today? I thought we were getting out at 3." He complains as he grabs his bag.

"We would've left around 1 if you spent more time practicing than complaining about doing it." Hyunjin says glaring at his boyfriend.

"It was hard and we were there all dayyyy." Jisung says dragging out his last word.

Minho raises an eyebrow at his boyfriend. "You literally got it in like 20 minutes after you stopped complaining." He says as Chan grabs the keys from his pocket.

"So you're saying it's all my fault?" He says pouting.

"No it's not Ji. You weren't the only one complaining instead of practicing we all were." Changbin says as Chan unlocks the door letting them inside.

"Y/N!!!!" Jisung yells out for you ready to jump on you and smother you with love. Instead he sees you on the couch with a blanket and one of your books laying on you.

He comes up to you and the boys follow behind. Usually you'd be up doing stuff around the house to keep you busy while your boyfriends were gone on your off days.

"She's asleep." Jisung says to his boyfriends.

"We can see that Ji." Hyunjin says to him. Jisung glares at his boyfriend.

"You know what I meant." Jisung says looking back at you.

"I don't think she slept at all last night." Seungmin says speaking up to his boyfriends. They look at him confused.

He sighs. "I got up before you guys and I didn't see her so of course I went looking for her. I saw her looking out the window on the couch. So I went up to her and asked what she was doing up so early. She told me she couldn't sleep." Seungmin says to his boyfriends and they look at you concerned.

"I woke up at one point and noticed she wasn't in bed but I didn't think much of it at the time. I was too tired." Felix says to his boyfriends.

"How long has she been like this?" Changbin asks no one in particular.

"I think we should be concerned Chan." I.N. says and he nods.

"I don't think any of us realized how much she's going through especially with the new promotion." Minho says sighing.

Chan nods once again. Minho grabs the book and places the book mark in it. He sighs watching you.

"Should we wake her?" Hyunjin asks his boyfriends. Chan shakes his head.

"Not yet." Minho says agreeing with Chan.

"We should at least take her to the room." Felix says and they nod. Changbin scoops you up into his arms careful to not wake you up taking you in the room and laying you down.

Jisung and I.N. climb in bed too pressing their bodies against you. You cuddle into I.N.s chest who stays still. "Since we have the next few days off I think we should come up with days we each try and spend with her." Chan says and the boys agree.

"Me, Hyunjin, and Innie were going to go to the new little coffee shop tomorrow. We were planning on inviting her too." Seungmin says replying to his boyfriend.

"Okay good. For the next few days we're off let's all invite her to go with us wherever we go." Changbin says watching you.

You slowly open your eyes to being cuddled behind and in front of you. "Hey love. How'd you sleep?" Jisung asks from behind you.

"Better." You say sighing and rubbing your eyes. You try to sit up but I.N. and Jisung keep you in place.

"Did you sleep last night?" Changbin asks you concerned. They finally let you go so you can look at your other boyfriends. They all have concerned looks on their faces as you sigh.

"No." You say admitting it and Chan comes up beside I.N. and sits on the edge of the bed.

"Are you guys upset at me?" You ask them. You quickly get all 8 boys shaking their heads.

"Not at all we're just worried about you that's it." Minho tells you and you want to break into tears at their words.

You can't help but bite your lip to try and stop the tears. Chan sighs seeing you do that with a sad smile on his face. "What did I tell you about that?" He says hand coming to your face tugging your lip from your teeth.

That does it and you burst into tears. All of the boys quickly try and comfort you by hugging you. "It's okay love." You hear Seungmin say and that causes you to cry harder. "I missed you guys." You sob into their arms and they feel guilty about not being able to spend as much time with you.

When your tears finally stop the boys pull away but Felix doesn't. "You have to take care of yourself. Okay? No matter how much you miss us. You have to promise us that okay?" Felix says holding a pinky promise and you can't help but smile at the childish gesture. You take his pinky finger in yours too.

"I promise." You say and he kisses your hand.

"HUG PILE!!!" Jisung shouts and he throws himself on you followed by the rest of your boyfriends.

"You're squishing me!" You manage to say while laughing.

"Yeah. With our love." Hyunjin says making you laugh harder.

The boys pull away not before each kissing you on the lips. "We all love you no matter how busy we get. Remember that." Hyunjin says planting another kiss on your lips.

You were grateful to have all of your 8 boyfriends love for you and each other.

[louscartridge]

dating bose o'brien thoughts or wtvr

bose obrien x gn reader

i do not give permission for my fics to be posted claiming to be yours, translated, or posted on another platform.

cw- reader knows bose is brainstorm, cuddling, mentions of horror movies, established relationship, reader calls bose 'baby' and /silly' once, angst/hurt +comfort if you squint, reader and bose say "i love you" to eachother.

danger force masterlist here

❥ bose is Literally the most golden retriever boyfriend to ever exist. anyways following you around and wanting to be with you. he'd (attempt to) do almost anything for you. when you're not around he gets all mopey and cant stop talking about you.

"no wonder he cant remember anything. all he ever thinks about is y/n"

❥His love language(s) are physical touch, and gift giving. Hes always clinging onto you when hes scared, or sad, or just around you honestly. You remember that one episode of danger force where shwoz's mom was "sick" and bose got her golf clubs? (Im gonna pretend he used his own money for that 💀) He uses the little money he gets from occasionally working at nacho ball, on you.

you put what bose had bought you back in the box, and onto the table that was in the middle of the couch the two of you were sitting on.

"Bose, baby. As much as i love this, and you, you really dont have to spend any of your money on me at all. Get something YOU want for yourself." you tell him.

"All i want to myself is you" he replies, his voice cracking slightly at the end making you smile while you blush at his statement.

"Ok, Ill tell you what. How about you get that new dvd you were talking about a few days ago, and we can watch it together. Then, we'll both have what we want"

❥ Obviously you guys watch shows and movies together all the time. I feel like he really likes watching cartoons with you alot too. You make him happy, cartoons make him happy, therefore- extra happy bose. You love horror movies, but as we know, bose is a bit of a scaredy cat when it comes to horror movies. However, that doesnt mean that he wont watch them with you. He knows how much you like them, and he also knows how much it means to the both of you to watch stuff together.

Youre on of the few people he'll actually watch a horror movie with. Though he still gets scared, he always feels the most safe and secure while watching a horror movie when youre there. Boes is practically hooked on your back like a koala, and his arms loosely wrapped around your neck. As hes watching the movie with you, he would occasionally yelp, and bury his face in the crock of your neck and his arms, tightening the hold his arms have around your neck slightly, all while saying "im not scared i dont know what you're talking about"

❥ This man absolutely loves cuddling. Spooning, sitting in the others lap, it didnt matter. As long as you were touching eachother, he was happy.

Hes most definitely is usually a little spoon. He feels insanely safe and protected by you. As much as he always says to the rest of his co-workers and friends that he "can protect himself" you know that sometimes he needs a little help, and he gets more scared then hed like to admit. With you tho, he had absolutely no doubt that he'll be alright.

❥ i feel like bose doesnt really care too much about sounding cheesy when hes talking to you or about you. At first he might've been a little scared to tell you how he feels about you, but after that, god he just keeps going on. He loves you and he'll sure as hell tell you that he does. He doesnt say "i love you" excessively, but he definitely says it at least twice everyday. At least once in the morning, and at least once before he or you go to sleep.

He actually said it first. One of his favorite shirts got ripped and he asked you to fix it. When you were done sewing it and gave it back to him, he exitedly grabbed it out of your hands while enthusiasticly saying "oh my god thank you, i love you" before running away.

a bit later bose came back to the couch in the mans nest where you were sitting, only this time he was wearing the shirt that you had just fixed for him a little bit ago. He sat down next to you but he seemed kinda anxious.

"Whats wrong bose?" You asked him, leaning forward slightly so you could see his face better. He was biting at his lower lip a little and looking down at his hands that were bouncing up and down from his leg bouncing. "I-im sorry if i weirded you out or anything earlier" he said not looking up from his hands. "No you didnt. Why would you? You didnt do anything" you took your left hand and softly brought it up to his jaw , turning his face so you could see eachother properly. Bose hesitated for a second before answering. "When I said i love you" it seemed as if he was holding himself back from looking at you, instead he was looking aimlessly behind you, or back down again. Only time time, instead of seeing his hands, he sees his knees slightly touching yours. You slowly rubbed your boyfriends cheekbone with your thumb. "Oh my god bose, thats what you're worried about?" You chuckle slightly. "I love you too. I said it back, you just ran away too fast for you to hear it silly" Once you said that, boses eyes immediately shot to yours. "Really?" Even tho he said it quietly, you could still hear the happiness in his voice.

"Really." You confirmed, bringing him into a soft kiss.

[neptunescore]

k you asked for unpopular f1 opinions and idk if this even counts but i Do Not Like lando norris. i actively dislike him, actually. couldn't really tell you why, he's just really annoying. and that move with the fist pump during max's anthem at the canadian gp? not fucking cool. i also hate when people say shit like "omg he's so public school core" or "idk he just feels more authentic than the rest of them (drivers)" because most people didn't know he had money growing up. his dad is like a fucking billionaire (millionaire?) CEO like shut up. i just feel like he can't possibly be as nice as people think. also his win in miami had distinctly Weird Vibes. not necessarily bad, just Wrong. should not have happened. also that thing where he said "trump is someone you gotta have a lot of respect for" like no??? he's not??? he's a conservative right wing politician who was found guilty on all 34 counts in his hush money case. he's a white-collar criminal (the worst kind). he deserves no respect. shut up. it would be better to just not say anything at all. yeah.

I have had SO MANY asks on lando, but i shall keep responding😤.

No1. All the shit Lando has done. Ugh, dont even get me started on it, im just gonna link my old post bc im so done talking abt it.

No2. I don't hate lando, I'm not a lando 'hater', bc I feel like you can't really hate a person you have never met and don't know on a personal level. However, I do feel very strongly abt some of his actions, and I do think he should take accountability for shit he's done. Personally, I just don't like him that much, and so I stay away from his content and fans. If I see smthng funny he's done or see content abt him that I enjoy then I laugh and appreciate it, but recently he's just been irritating towards my beliefs and values, so I'm keeping my distance.

No3. I just wanna say, very gently, even if you dislike a driver, you shouldn't discredit their wins/ accomplishments bc in the end thats smthng they've earned, and it's literally their job, like for me, when I saw miami, I thought "good for him" and moved on. I did get really pissed abt his comments on trump tho, man really went and stained his first race win with all that shit.

No4. Ur point on the way ppl say, 'he's more authentic than the rest of the drivers'. Honestly, I've seen so many ppl have this opinion, and all I'm gonna say is: Every driver has a different pr strategy. Lando's whole strategy is being perceived as 'relateable' and 'quirky', and, by the looks of it, it's working really well. Obv we – as fans – will never know if he's genuinely like this in person or if it is just fully pr (same with all the other drivers), but from what's provided to us we're all free to make our own assumptions :]

I just feel like he can't possibly as nice as people think

I think, nonnie (and this is meant in the kindest way possible), assumptions like these are smthng we should avoid making. You don't know lando, and I don't know lando, so really we'll never know if he's truly as nice or not, and we shouldn't say stuff like this about ppl who've never actually done anything to be precieved that way. Like yes, we can talk abt how lando is ignorant and the type to either: 1. Not think bfr he speaks/ does smthng or 2. Has really bad political views and questionable morals (and if this option is fully confirmed, i will become a full hater, doesn't matter if hes nice or not). But what has he ever done that shows us he's not kind/ nice to his fans?

[daddysfangirls-dc]

UnTamed Ch.16

Damian Wayne x OC!Female

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Asta pressed the fabric between her fingers. "It's soft," She said as she continued to rub the fabric against her skin. "of course, only the best," Damian said as he prepped her pain meds. She said she didn't need it, but he thought better safe than sorry.

"Who is going to be there?" 

"All of my siblings, father and Alfred, will be present. Although-"

"He won't be seated at the table. I know." She felt him remove the needle and put a bandaid on her. Damian took the fabric from her hand. It was a dress, a simple, long black satin dress.

Soft.

Taking her hand, he helps her stand up, lifts her arms above her head, and slips the dress on. It slips on easily and gently falls on her shoulders. She turns around, allowing him to zip her up. He kisses her shoulder. 

"Shoes?

"no, thank you. The dress is already too much."

"No, it's not. If anything, it's not enough."

"It's just dinner with your family. They've already seen me at my worst. Can't get any uglier."

"Astarea -" 

She turned around. " Don't. They're waiting for us. Let's go."

-

Correct. They were waiting. Bruce sat at the head of the table with Dick, Cassandra, and Jason to his left and Tim and Duke to his right. Asta and Damian sat to the right. As they sat, Alfred began to bring out the food. 

"Thank you," she said as Alfred put the last plate down. " I don't mean just for this. Thank you for caring for, healing, and allowing me to stay here. I know it couldn't have been -" Damian squeezes her hand, stopping the apology rant before it begins. " Thank you"

" You don't need to thank anyone here. You're family, and we'll always welcome you," Jason said. 

" I couldn't agree more," Alfred said as he disappeared into the kitchen, leaving them to eat. 

Asta held little to no Academics, surviving off of luck and animals' instincts. She could read ( not big words), count money, and do the basics as Eren taught, but not much. Just enough. So she knew she wasn't smart, very aware of her lack. Not a day in school being taught by another uneducated street kid, she knew what she needed to survive a day and nothing more. And this never really bothered her until she met Damian's family. 

They were all educated, obviously, with the conversations they were having about companies, investments, stocks, etc., but they also held manners and behaviors. She didn't know how to properly hold a fork and spoon or any proper table manners. Sitting amongst these fancy people was embarrassing, not knowing how to eat properly.

Jason saw this, and he was this. It was years ago, and there were fewer people, but he had been her at one point. He knew how she felt. And he knew how to make her feel better, even if just a little. Switching the hand, he held his fork in holding it in a fist, he hunched forward over his plate. Asta watched as he went from a proper man with manners to someone who had none and simply knew food. Don't waste it.

The others watched, confused at Jason's behavior, expecting Alfred to correct him; he did not. Asta picks up her fork in a similar fashion and eats. They understand now. They also changed their conversation away from work and money. Talking more about simple things like charities and family.

"Who are you?"

"Tim" Dick scolded him. 

"What do you mean?"

"you don't exist. Who are you?"

"I am Astarea, my friend calls me Asta" she said kindly not really understanding the question. 

"Where are you from?"

" Drake," Damian warned him. 

"I'm from here. Gotham. I was born here."

"no birth certificate"

Damian knuckles turned white as he held his fork tightly. She placed a hand on his wrist. "I was born in an alley to a homeless teenage mom. She didn't care if I had papers. Couldn't really afford them either."

"What happened to your mother?" Bruce asked. Asta started realizing this wasn't a dinner but an integration with some food. 

"She died when I was three-"

"You've been by yourself this whole time?" some were concerned, others were impressed.

" Oh no, no, no. um... A boy found me. A homeless boy, he took care of me until I was seven then I was officially on my own. Until I met Damian four years later. And I've enjoyed every moment since." She kissed his knuckles. Damian fought off the smile but couldn't hide his blush. Dick cooed at the sight of it. The others teased. Damian glared. He wanted to throw his knife and fork, but Alfred's presence kept him in check. 

" It's nice to work with someone who isn't completely incompetent," Damian said, trying his best to ignore his siblings. 

"Working with her?" Bruce was willing to look past or wait on something, but her being involved with their cases was not okay. 

"Gotham's Night Orphans," Damian jumped to explain. " It's a group of children and young adults in a crime alley and the Narrows. They work with each other to protect each other-"

"We find shelters and provide food, clothes, and medication. We've been recently trying to expand with -"

Then she remembered. Asta remembered she was planning a meeting with Red Hood and his gang to expand her own organization, but then everything hit the fan, and she forgot.

"So I'm guessing you're the one I was supposed to meet," Jason said  

" I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I am so sorry."

"What's happening now?" Duke asked. Everyone, except Damian, was confused as they watched Asta apologize profusely as Jason waved her off.

"It's alright, you've got a pretty good excuse for why you stood me up" Jason said 

"No excuse I should have tried to contact you as soon as I was able-"

"How about when you're ready we take sometime and have the meeting we originally planned, how does that sound?"

"I'd like that very much, thank you."

-

" Gotham's Night Orphan," Bruce said. Dinner had been far more productive than originally planned, learning more about her than intended but also still having more or new questions. The girl truly was an enigma, giving more questions than answers. At least they knew that she, too, was in the dark about her parentage. Hopefully, they'd learn more together. That's if she learned to trust them more.

"It's not a gang," Jason reassured him. " It's an underground organization run by kids. They do shelter, food, clothes, medication, hiding people-"

"Hiding people?" Tim looked back from the batcomputer 

"Yes, they hide people from their abusers and those who wish to take advantage of them." Red Hood and his gang did a lot of research on the group as they wanted to collaborate. Despite being mostly run by children, the group was well-organized and very effective. Definitely making changes in Gotham. 

"What does-"

"That's all I'm giving you. They're doing good work. Leave them be. " Jason said, putting his helmet on and hopping on his bike, peeling out of the case and leaving the others behind. His night had begun. 

-

"You need to rest," Damian said. He was already in bed waiting for her. Asta was sitting at the desk looking over her proposal for Red Hood and his gang. Now that she remembered, she was eager to get back on track and push the collaboration forward. She had rested enough in her mind, not that it was time to work.

Damian understood the feeling he wanted to work too, but knew rest was needed. And he'd rather rest with Asta than work. While Damian wasn't a part of the gang, technically, he did help Asta organize it better. He helped keep track of abandoned properties they could use and hide those reported missing. He also designed their symbols using his artistic abilities. He'd rather her rest and heal work could come tomorrow, or he could do it. 

"Astarea, please," she ignored him. He sighed, got out of bed, walking over to the desk. He took her pencil and placed it down. She began to protest. He ignored it, turned off the lamp, pulled her away, picked her up, walked her to bed, lucked her in, and joined her.

" I need to work. I-I need to help."

"And you will, tomorrow".

"I have a purpose here now," she whispers. He was too tired to ask her what she meant or discuss. 

"Even if you didn't, you'd always be welcome."

[yuri-is-online]

Sooo Tokyo debunker posted on their Twitter about ep 4

FIRST OF IM VERY EXCITED AND ALSO I DIDNT EXPECT A KAITO APPEARANCE

Maybe it’ll have something to do with either

1. Wanting to be human/normal again?

2. Maybe something about what he gave up for his wish/pact

3. His debt with Romeo? (Even though Luca paid for most of it)

Any predictions or hopes for this ep?

Kaito? My silly boy? I suppose I should have expected him to appear given that he is debt to Romeo and while I am glad to see him again... if anything happens to him we will have to blow the whole school up. agreed? agreed.

I think it probably has to do with his debt more than anything, his homescreen lines imply that he's always hard up for cash and not very good at managing his impulse buys, though a lot of it just seems to be from a want to do normal things with friends. He seems genuinely quite lonely. I won't rule out that it has something to do with wanting to be human again, but I think we'll find that a lot of general admission students have been going missing too and they're already human. So the likely answer is just money.

Predictions/Hopes:

We get involved to save Peekaboo because Taiga kidnapped him, probably as collateral for a debt Haru has. If anything happens to him we should be allowed to help Towa destroy their dorm.

Taiga doesn't remember shooting us in the prologue and probably doesn't care too much about it. I'm not too sure what to make of him but his intro line asking if we think he could have done anything different makes me think he could be a bit sweet on MC. Maybe. Sort of. Like eventually. I just hope he's a different flavor of hater than Leo and if I could be truly selfish I would want to see them fight. He gives big "kidnapped by the mafia" energy and as someone who never has touched or wrote any of those fics, I am prepared to enter my watpad era for you guys. I'll just probably start with Floyd because I have been having thoughts.

Tohma will continue being a sneaky slut. Does he have any connections in Sinostra? Does he want them? He mentions a spy in Book 2 and I feel in my spine that he might be suspicious of Haku. I certainly am, his intentions towards the school seem like they could be less than pure, even if he does seem to like MC.

Luca will be acting a fool if Kaito goes missing because protecting his people is important to him, but Jin won't let him do anything.

Leo will continue to cause problems on purpose and it will further strain his relationship with Sho. It will have something to do with Subaru and Hotarubi, possibly as a set up for the fifth book which will probably be about their dorm.

There seems to be a trend of MC's friends from the previous book having some stuff to say and this might be pure fucking crack but does anyone else get the sense that Taiga and Haru could be related? They've got different last names but are both bad with money and the same genre of ginger. Also don't think I've forgotten that Haru was a transfer to Jabberwock, I've got a slight suspicion that transfer was from Sinostra.

While I am doing lines, Obscuary, the dorm that's missing it's other characters right, I think the janitor we and Haru interact with is their dorm leader because he kind of looks like the guy facing away from the camera in the loading screen. Why he's working as a janitor and not wearing his uniform? No clue but Rui does have a line about taking out trash in on of his random campus encounters but again. This is pure speculation on my part. I do think he'll show up again in this book though. Maybe he's another one of Tohma's boy toys idk

[sagemoderocklee]

pleas my beloved, tell me more about cats guide and secret liaisons im blowing u so many kissies about it also hi it’s kel

genuinely was like "is that kel?" when i saw the start of this ask cause who else would be callin me 'my beloved' XD

ANYWAYS! i am sooooo excited for both these fics and it's a travesty that SL is still so far out... i NEED to work on Honor Bound T___T but god the editing on Alliance... and just the years and years its been since Alliance and how much my view of like EVERYTHING has changed...

okay so let's start with A Cat's Guide, which is a gift fic for @ghoste-catte (surprise!) that has been sitting for like 2 years now and was prompted by a video of a cat living in an apartment that i saw. this cat was like obsessed with the neighbor and always wanted to visit him, and i thought it would make a cute story from cat!Shukaku's pov as he tries to set up Gaara with his cute, nice neighbor who always gives Shukaku fresh salmon whenever Shukaku slips out of his own apartment to go visit Lee. it's 9 chapters cause you know cats have 9 lives (and i have years worth of gift fics for greyson to make up for) and the chapter titles are structured like a self-help sort of book and im genuinely so excited to work on this fic i just suck at getting anything started. but here's the opening:

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Step One: Selecting an Ideal Match

Shukaku had been around for at least as long as Gaara had been alive, but for a cat pushing twenty-one he was a surprisingly healthy beast, except for the arthritis that had set in some six or seven years ago. Not that this deterred him in the least.

Quite the contrary, Shukaku spent much of his time climbing things he shouldn't and jumping from places far too high.

Yet however much trouble he managed to get into, Shukaku was a cat of breeding, and he took himself quite seriously. He did not, for instance, protest at the groomers because he liked to be clean; he did not, as a matter of pride, shove his face into his food dish and gobble it up; and he only slept on the nicest, softest cat beds money could buy. He ate expensive food, slept on expensive things, and shat in premium cat litter.

All in all, Shukaku was spoiled, and he liked it that way.

He was also picky, persnickety, and prone to biting for no discernible reason—at least, not as far as his human could tell. If Shukaku had been able to explain himself, he'd have told Gaara he was quite the sensitive soul and sometimes his mood simply got the better of him.

Gaara's brother might not be so sympathetic, having been on the receiving end of one of Shukaku's many fits of fury, but Gaara was understanding despite the language barrier.

(And that's all I have besides chapter breakdowns and chapter titles)

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and now to Secret Liaisons, which is the third installment to the Allied Nations Saga and at one point was the FINAL part of it back when it was a trilogy, but I knew that there needed to be a fourth fic to that series because there were too many questions left unanswered at the end of SL.

So without spoiling anything for HB, SL continues to follow the ensemble cast with Gaara and Lee being like the main protagonists. This is yet another political drama and it starts off with a blow to Gaara and Lee.

SL is also where GaaLee actually comes into play, but I'm trying not to spoil too much so we'll leave it vague enough. However, I do have lots of snippets for this fic and can share the prologue because I'm just that generous. (Please keep in mind, I wrote this prologue like... 14 years ago and my writing has since evolved):

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“We await your decision, Kazekage-sama.” The council rose as one, filing out of the room, leaving Gaara to sit with his thoughts, his siblings sharing significant looks over his head.

“Gaara,” Temari began, reaching for her brother.

Gaara rose quickly, stepping out of her reach. “I have things to take care of.”

Temari and Kankurou watched Gaara leave, helpless to do anything else.

***

“You wanted to see me, Kazekage-sama,” Lee said, bowing before Gaara’s desk.

Gaara turned from Lee, rising to his feet and moving to the window overlooking his village. This was his home, it was everything he had fought to protect in the war, it was the most important bond he had. He was the Kazekage of Suna, first and foremost, but that knowledge did little to sooth him.

“Do you miss Konoha?” he asked, not daring to glance at Lee.

“Of course,” Lee said, certain as always. “It is my home and my friends are there, my sensei. But I am happy here.”

Gaara didn’t reply, watching as a child ran past on the street, chasing a ball. It was his job to protect that child, to protect that child’s mother and father. The choice should not have been so difficult to make. He loved his village powerfully, he loved his people and his siblings just as much. They were a part of Suna.

Lee was not.

“I… have no more need of you,” Gaara whispered to the wind, not daring to turn around, almost hoping Lee hadn’t heard.

Silence stretched between them for a minute before Lee found his voice, cracked and uncertain. “I—beg your pardon, Kazekage-sama?”

Gaara closed his eyes, fisting the fabric of his Kage robe above his heart. “I am sending you back to Konoha.”

“Wha—but—why?! Have I done something to upset you? Whatever it is, I will make up for it! I will not do it again! I promise!”

Gaara shook his head. “You are a liability. You cannot stay here.”

“I do not understand,” Lee said, his words shaky and broken.

“It is not complicated: You will return to Konoha. I am releasing you from my service.”

“I—but I swore to stay by your side. I swore to always—you accepted me! Why would you do this?”

“Because I have no other choice.”

Lee was silent save for the heavy breathing that seemed to fill Gaara’s ears, making them ring. He had prepared for Lee to fight him on this, he had known Lee would want answers, but he had not been ready for the obstacle his own feelings created.

“Do you not trust me anymore?”

Gaara turned enough to glance at Lee over his shoulder. Lee’s expression was crumpled, his eyes wet and his lip trembling. In that moment, Gaara understood the power he had over Lee: the power to break him by words alone. He had never known that power and he never wanted to again.

“Kazekage-sama?” Lee asked desperately when the silence went on for too long.

Gaara’s vision swam for a second and he turned away. “With my life. That is the problem.”

“But why? What have I done? Why would you send me back?”

“Because the council does not trust you and my trust in you gives them reason to doubt me.”

Lee faltered, the words he’d been about to speak dying on a choked back sound, as though he were trying to keep from crying. Gaara could not stand to look at him anymore. “This is… temporary, right? Until they see, until you convince them—”

“No, Lee,” Gaara said, his knuckles white against the windowsill. “You will return to Konoha permanently. We are done.”

“N-no, I cannot accept that!” Lee cried suddenly. “Y-you cannot just send me back—I—you are everything to me. I have given my life to protect you—”

“Then honour your promise and leave,” Gaara said harshly, turning to stare at Lee. “If you wish to protect my life, then protect my title as Kazekage and leave Suna.”

Lee reeled, lowering his head. “I did not mean to speak so forcefully, Kazekage—”

“I am not your Kazekage. You are no longer bound to me.”

Lee closed his eyes tight, his hands in fists at his side that shook with the effort Lee exerted to hold his tongue. He took in a shaky breath, his eyes on Gaara’s feet. “I will a-always be bound to you, Kazekage-sama. Even if I leave…”

“You are a fool to think that,” Gaara said. “When you return to Konoha, in time you will forget your loyalties to me.”

“Forgive me, but you are wrong,” Lee said passionately, looking up at Gaara, his eyes hard and wet. “I will never forget this bond.”

Gaara stared, wide-eyed at Lee. “Why are you so determined to stay with me?”

Lee looked away, hiding his gaze. “Because you are important to me. Why should I waver in my affections for you? Why should I deny my loyalties when they mean so much?”

Gaara had no answer, but Lee’s words would not change their situation, no matter how much they both wanted them to.

“You will go back to Konoha. This matter is no longer up for debate.”

Lee closed his eyes, his face still turned away. “…as you wish, Kazekage-sama.”

“Don’t—”

Lee bowed and turned, leaving before Gaara could say more, the door clicking gently closed behind Lee. Gaara let out a shaky breath, sitting back down at his desk and pulling his official statement to the council towards him.

Rock Lee will return to Konoha…

The words blurred for a moment and Gaara blinked several times before his vision cleared, the report now stained with several drops that smudged the ink. Gaara set his brush down, staring at the report, only distantly aware of the wetness on his face and the ache in his chest.

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I would definitely want to edit this before actually posting. I don't really like how choppy it is from that very first extremely brief scene which is just the like obvious tail end of a council meeting, and i think the actual pros are just… not great. i can def do better. but this is like the main obstacle of the fic and well I'm sure you can guess who these liaisons are between based on that lol

anyways <3 thanks beloved for the ask! hope you enjoyed these and they satisfied your curiosity

[psychesetra]

why tf do parents go "but who will take care of you???" when u say u dont want kids

like wtf??

NO

i dont want to burden my kid like that wtf

every time my parents ask me if im gonna take care of them im incredibly close to saying no bc of all the shit they do

but i say yes bc they guilt me into itdo they just,,, want me to do that???

to my kid??

like

EW

no im gonna let my kid be independent and not have to take care of me i will not burden them

also i hate how society is collapsing on itself to the point where little children are incredibly compelled to male a change

and parents are lik "why tf ur grades a B+" SORRY MOM. SORRY IM TRYING TO DO MY BEST WITHOUT YOUR HELP SO THAT YOU GUYS STOP GUILTING ME ABOUT BEING TIRED????

and then they go "oh but the adults are taking care of it" EXCUSE ME??? WHAT ADULTS??? I KNOW MORE ABOUT THE DAMN ISR-PAL CONFLICT THAN YOU DO

i have so many funds in my blog but my parents don't know what the hell is going on

they BARELY understood the ch-ph conflcit even AFTER i explained it to them

its as if we're the adults now school is essentially the same as office work with the depression a lot of us have and then we have to deal with the political stuff our parents are too busy to think of and ACTUALLY HELP

as kids we CANNOT DO ANYTHING

WE'RE UNABLE TO BE INDEPENDENT HOW THE HELL ARE WE GOING TO DONATE TO FUNDS IF WE DO NOT HAVE ANY MONEY

parents smh

our parents only have three MAIN issues imo: work, family and money

kids on the otherhand, TEENAGERS AND CHILDREN are thinking of family, parent's finances, parents, their own schoolwork, their parent's work, and political shiz

i used to calculate my parent's money to help them

smh why are we making kids do things we can do why are adults allowed to laze around in the house in the excuse of teaching kids chores

DO IT WITH US MORONS

MAYBE THEN WE'LL LEARN

actually the simple fact we as children can understand all these societal problems is terrifying

parents literally tel us "when i was your age i was playing outside lang" EXACTLYYOU DIDNT WORRY AVOUT IF YOUR DAMN COUTNRY WAS GOING TO SUFFER WAR

OR IF ANOTHER WAS GOING TO BE WIPED OFF THE MAP

parents complain and complain abt their kids but they fail to see the incredibly big picture that their kids are doing more for the world than they are AT THE AGES OF 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, WHATEVER DAMN AGE IT IS THEYRE DOING A HELL OF A LOT MORE THAN THE 40 YR OLDS STUCK IN THEIR OFFICES WHINING AND WHINING

sorry i just needed to stop choking on that

idk what to tag but pls reblog if you see this

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 61

@m4xedout - Dude, y/n starts getting all these weird pimples and zits on her lower body and thinks she's all gross and lashes out on her dads when they make an unfunny joke about it, then they all make up and then happy ending

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anon - ooh what if u wrote about baby scarab meeting the other two peters

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A/N : ok so the requests arent written good bc i have an actual plot thought up for the chapter lol

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader, layla el faouly x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, violence, language, angst, very rushed and hard to read, doctors, throwing up, needles, mention of child abuse, scars, mention of sex, just overall doctor stuff. let me know if i missed anything.

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steven had indeed been freaking out.

you assured him he'd be fine, and that he was going to do great but like always, he didn't believe you.

you waited in the lobby of the museum, a different one than the one he used to work at, this one a little farther away from home.

he was in there for the interview for a good hour, and you didn't have your phone since you were still grounded, so you were extremely bored.

you sensed something, and saw the door open to the office he was in, steven shaking the man's hand before coming to you.

"hey, how'd it go?" you ask, standing up.

steven sighs. "he said he'd call me" he mumbles and you purse your lips, taking his hand in yours before leading him out the doors.

"i'm sure he'll calm with good news then" you assure him and he smiles down at you.

steven let's you guide him down the couple steps, and to the drugstore at the corner right before the car.

"wait- why are we in here?" marc asks and you stay quiet, looking for something specific while hanging onto steven, who doesn't mind the detour.

"because i need something" you answer, finding the acne lotions and looking at the labels to find the right one.

you pick the one you seemed was right for you and proceeded to drag steven over to the ghost town of a drug store.

the cashier told you the price and while you dug through your pockets for cash, steven handed her his card, making you freeze and look up at him.

"steven i-"

"shush, you don't have to waste your money on this stuff. if it's a need and not a want- depending what it is- then we'll gladly buy it for you" he quickly says, the lady handing you a bag with the acne lotion.

"thank you, have a nice day" steven says to the lady before then guiding you outside to the car.

you get in and set the bag on the floor, and stare ahead.

"darling, you alright?" steven asks and you shake your head a bit, looking over to him.

"yeah"

"are you sure?"

"mhmm" you nod, kicking at the bag on the floor.

steven gives you a quick look of pity and gives up the body when he realizes you noticed it completely.

that makes you curious, asking marc about it as he starts the car.

"what was that look for? why did steven look at me like that?" you ask marc but he stays quiet.

you decide to let it go for now, not watching to upset anyone accidentally while marc's trying to drive.

~~~

"okay- are you guys going to tell me what's wrong?" you ask the second marc closes the door behind you both.

you're taking your shoes off at the same time marc sighs.

"stop sighing at me" you say, making a face. "just spit it out"

"kid.. you..." marc trails off, which makes you frown, tilting your head at him from where you stand.

"..marc... what is it?" you try to ask again but he unknowingly forced steven to front instead.

"steven" you greet tensly.

"darling i have something to tell you" he starts quickly, guiding you to sit at the kitchen  table.

"just- just listen, okay?" he starts, sitting across from you as you nod.

"we- as in all three of us decided on something behind your back" he takes a shaky breath and you purse your lips.

"i don't understand-"

"y/n please. you have to understand we did this for a good reason" steven looks almost on the verge of tears, which honestly scares you a bit.

"steven.. you guys are scaring me, what's going on?" you ask as calmly as you can, tensing where you sit.

"please keep in mind that we are all very sorry" he takes another deep breath. "we.. we thought since you got suspended and got into a fight there needed to be some kind of.. more serious punishment" he almost cringes at his words and you look up to the ceiling.

"okay so-"

"wait i'm not finished" steven interrupts, clearing his throat. "we agreed that marc would call a doctor yesterday" he starts and you feel your stomach begin to churn.

"and we scheduled you an appointment-"

"i'm not going" you cut him off, and he gives you a sad look.

"darling-"

"steven. no. you can't make me go- i won't go" you ramble, slowly getting up from your chair, feeling extremely sick.

"no, y/n please we just want to make sure you're healthy" steven gets up as well, slowly walking towards you as you walk backwards towards the direction of your room.

"steven you don't understand. i can't go to the doctor, please" you try to convince him but it seems his mind was already made up.

all of theirs were.

"it's tomorrow-"

"steven stop" you feel your eyes fill up with tears, making stevens face blurry.

"kid, come on it'll be over before you know it. 24 hours from now you'll be resting here after-"

"no! marc i said i not going!" you exclaim, making a break for your room, slamming the door and locking it, hearing marc front and rush over to try and open the door.

"come out kid! you know it's for your own good!" marc tells from the other side of the door as you back into the corner of your room, breath quickening faster than you can think.

the pounding at the door doesn't help, and neither does the sound of marc picking the lock to get it.

you curl into yourself on the floor of your room, burning your face in your knees, which dug into your eye sockets.

"nonononono please. i don't want to. i cant" you somehow manage to say to yourself while heaving in each breath in between words.

the door opens and in came an extremely worried marc, who crouches down next to you to try and calm you down.

"kid, come on it's okay-"

"no" you whisper, refusing to show your face for there were tears rushing down your cheeks.

"baby calm down, just breath and let me explain" marc says so you regretfully listen and manage to calm yourself down within two minutes.

"you said you were going to explain" you say, voice raspy from the sudden burst of tears and shouting.

marc puts an arm on your back, rubbing circles into it.

"we had to do this at some point, you know we did" he starts, and you glare at the floor, refusing to look up at him.

"we need to be sure you're healthy. plus if you're doing you know what with casper then maybe you could get prescribed birth control if you want" he cringes.

"do you realize that this is a huge invasion of my privacy?" you ask rhetorically, finally looking up at him.

"i know i fucked up but this is beyond unfair" you send a dirty look to marc, and he takes his hand back, giving you a look back.

"don't use that tone with me, you're going wether you like it or not" he starts. "it needs to be done. to make sure you're healthy" he reasons but you just shake your head.

"but i don't consent to it" you retort.

"but you're still a minor so it's part of my job as your dad to make sure you're healthy" marc explains and this time you stay quiet, getting up and moving to your bed, sitting down on it and staring down at the floor.

marc stayed in his spot on the floor, deciding it's best to give you space but where he knows you won't quite literally jump out of the window and leave to god knows where.

just to get away from going to the doctor tomorrow.

marc sighs, looking to the mirror across the room from him, seeing steven.

"can we bribe you with anything? reasonable though of course" steven asks you but you ignore him.

"love, we just want to help you. you can't stay mad at us forever" it seemed that stevens voice was more calming than marc's was.

marc was almost always straight to the point, whereas steven always dodged things as much as he could.

however, steven was just a natural with kids, and especially teenagers it looked like.

marc and jake, not so much. they would never want to engage in conversation with kids if they had to.

but with you it's different, which is why they made this tough decision.

"i'm scared, steven" you suddenly confess.

"i'm terrified" you take a shaky breath in, and an even shakier one out. "the last doctor i was around was when i was in that asylum"

"what if they know that i'm crazy and they take me away from you guys?"

"baby, don't even think like that" marc shoots down your negative ideas.

"si, he's right. you're not crazy and nobody could ever take you away from us" jake pipes in from wherever he was listening in from.

"i don't want shots. or anything to do with needles. i hate it- i'm gonna be sick-" you cover your mouth and shoot up to basically sprint to the bathroom, marc getting up and following you.

you emptied your guts into the toilet all while marc held your hair back with one hand and filled a small disposable plastic cup of cold water with the other.

"i'm sorry honey, i know you're freaked out now but there's no reason to make yourself sick because of it" marc sighs. "it's my fault-"

"no. don't say that. please" you pant, taking the water from him with a nod.

"i understand why you're scared, darling" steven pipes up, and you just slowly take sips of water while listening.

"you have bad history with doctors, i get it, but i promise you that we found a good one. she sounded very nice on the phone and we'll be there with you the entire time if you'd like" he offers and you just nod, regretting not trying to get out of it more.

"fine. but you guys owe me" you breath out.

"anything you want, princesa"

~~~

"this isn't exactly what we had in mind but it works" steven says to himself, watching as you contently sipped hot chocolate from your favorite mug while wrapped in blankets on the couch.

after you made yourself sick out of fear, you brushed your teeth only half a dozen times before settling down.

steven made sure to put extra whipped cream and chocolate sauce on top of the cocoa too, just how you liked it.

you were staying quiet while just thinking.

were you really going to just go to the doctor without a fight? you had good points not to go but so did your dads.

your fear of needles came from being put in the asylum and getting all sorts of drugs put into you, and then the blood test that one guy did on you when you were kidnapped.

and then the fear rooted off that and now you are also afraid of sharp objects.

like the knife that was used to carve the word 'harrow' into your arm.

which you still hated and you now realize the doctor would be able to inspect all of your scars and probably wonder if your dads were abusing you.

plus other unspoken scars. like the scars around the letters themselves from scratching at them so many times to draw blood attempting to get rid of it.

plus the scar over the bridge of your nose and on your cheek from when you got scratched by a kid at school after you first met two out of three of your dads.

you feel a tap on your shoulder, making you stop thinking to pay attention to reality.

"you alright? you spaced out" steven informs and you nod.

"i'm alright" you close your eyes, leaning your head back on the couch.

"i know that you're not but i'm not going to push it" he says bluntly and you scoff, opening your eyes to look up at him.

"but i can promise you that you will be okay" he grins.

~~~

it was not okay.

you were currently recovering from losing your breakfast the next morning while jake was the one to help you.

"but papa i'm sick i can't go" you try to make at least some effort to get out of this doctors visit.

"that's more of a reason to go. ella puede diagnosticar cualquier mierda que me estés diciendo" he says and you just blink up at him from where you sat in the bathroom floor.

jake sighs and almost forces you to stand up, leading you out of the bathroom while fishing a stick of winter mint gum out of his pocket for you.

"but papa-"

"don't 'papa' me. i know your tricks" he gives you a pointed look, gesturing to your shoes at the door.

"finish getting ready and calm down. you're panting again" he notices and you stop breathing all together realizing how noisily your breathing was.

you let out a couple deep breaths, and move to slowly put your shoes on, taking one of jakes leather jackets off the coat rack and putting it on.

it smelled of cheap weed and cologne. and it was pretty roughed up, it was one of his favorites.

jake eventually ushered you outside, leaving you to fidget in the car, picking at your fingers.

a bad habit you had caught from casper.

"hey" marc gets your attention from the rear view mirror.

"you're going to be okay" he tries to reassure you, but you just look out the window.

"i should've fought you guys" you say, making jake give you a side eye.

"you would've lost" he answers right back with an attitude.

you stay silent after that, staring out of the window as if it was making time go slower.

and then you pull into the parking lot and that's when you snap.

"hey jake?"

"hm?"

"i'm gonna be sick again" you warn, opening the car door and getting out, crouching down after closing it.

you hear jake rush out of the car, and at the same time he comes around the front of the car, you sneak around the back.

jake froze in his tracks, also crouching down in front of the front tire, so if you looked under the car you wouldn't see him.

and when you do look, your eyes widen, and you also freeze.

you feel a presence behind you, and judging by the large shadow over the car it was khonshu.

you sigh and bang your head against the cars door where you were hidden.

jake took that as the go ahead to stand back up and walk around the car, almost slipping on the ice.

"nice try, come on" he lifts you up by your arms and keeps them there until you get into the building.

your stomach felt more sick than ever. the certain smell of the doctors office made your eyes water.

jake agreed to have marc front, since your name was technically spector on most of your documents now.

since he was technically the original.

whatever, anyways.

you absolutely refused to make eye contact with anybody in the room, even he two other kids with their parents.

"hello, how can i help you both today?" the receptionist asked while she smiled in your direction.

"we have a 10 o'clock appointment for y/n spector" marc answers and the lady types a few things on her computer.

"alright, doctor miller will see you in a few minutes, you can wait anywhere" she smiles and marc nods, guiding you to a couple seats in the back of the room.

your leg bounces up and down while you stare at the door that presumably leads to the rooms.

marc put a hand over your knee, stopping the movement before taking it back.

"you need to calm down. it'll be worse if you're all worked up" he murmurs, making sure he wasn't too loud to disturb the other people in the room.

"i'm trying my best here, okay?" you snap at him, whispering, staring him right in the eyes.

a few minutes later, you audibly gasp when the door opens, and a tall thin woman walks out.

she had her dark hair in braids, and the white coat and scrubs went well with that and her darker skin.

she had a small smile on her face as she spotted you.

"y/n spector?" she asks, assuming it was you.

marc helps you up, holding your hand all the way to the door, where the doctor gestures to follow her into a small room down a hallway.

she led you and marc through the door, where there was a cushioned table pushed against the wall, a window with the blinds closed, a counter with a sink and a garbage can and a couple chairs.

there was also one of those dress things on the counter.

"first things first, i'll leave you to change into that" she points to it with her pen. "you can keep your underwear on but everything else comes off" she instructs and you gulp dryly, nodding.

"do you want me to leave?" marc asks once she exits the room.

you shake your head. "just turn around, i trust you guys" you wave him off, starting by taking the fabric from the counter.

~~~

you were sitting on the table in nothing but your underwear, socks, and the sheet of fabric that was weakly tied behind your back and at the base of your neck.

you stared ahead, looking at the soap dispenser attached to the wall and up by the sink.

there was a knock at the closed door, to where marc said 'come in'.

the doctor came in to stand in front of you.

"i'm doctor miller, i'll be taking care of you today" she holds her hand out to you. "it's nice to meet you, y/n" you shake her hand shortly with your shaky one.

she seemed to sense your nervousness from your hands and the fact that you kept darting your eyes to marc.

"i'm just going to ask you some questions, is that okay?" she asks and you slowly nod, taking a few calming breaths.

she sits down in one of the chairs by the counter and clicks her pen, looking at the paper on her clipboard.

"since you're new to this office i'll also need some information from your dad before you leave today" she says out loud, and then she clears her throat.

"your full name is y/n y/m/n spector, is that correct?" she questions.

"yes" you respond quietly, staring down at the floor now.

"and you're 17?"

you nod when she looks up at you.

"perfect, it looks good so far" she says and you begin to calm down.

you guess your dads picked the best of the best to make sure you wouldn't panic too much.

"now do you have any allergies? to foods, medicines, anything like that?"

"i'm allergic to raspberries" you say,embarrassed.

doctor miller scribbles something down on the paper.

"are you taking any medications?"

"yeah, olanzopine for schizophrenia" you almost regret not lying to her, but she just wrote it down without blinking.

"how's that working for you?" she looks up at you.

"it's the best one i've had for it" you answer.

"alright, next question is.." she trails off, trying to find where she left off.

"are you sexually active?" she looks back to you, who's lips are pursed.

you exchange a look with marc, who's giving you a glare right back.

"absolutely i am" you answer, making marc reach other to pinch your arm, resulting in you smacking his hand away while doctor miller giggled to herself.

"safely i'm guessing?" she asks rhetorically and you nod. "have you thought of taking birth control at all?"

marc nods for you. "we talked about it the other day, would it effect anything else? like her medication?"

"okay so some side effects would be nausea, headaches, and mood swings which could either be for the first couple months or long term" she starts "there's also breast tenderness or enlargement over time-"

"perfect" you mutter to yourself, and doctor miller laughs again.

"and don't forget possible weight gain" she finishes, marc nodding.

"i think i'd like to try it" you say more to marc than the doctor.

"i can have the prescription in your pharmacy within the next few hours" she nods to both of you, making a note on the margin of her paper.

"alright, now i'm going to take your height and weight, would you like it to be just us? don't let me pressure you though it's up to you" doctor miller stands up, leaving the clipboard and pen on the counter.

"he can stay" you mumble.

she nods and gestures for you to get off the table and make your way to the scale.

you look at it with a frown, walking over to it as slowly as you can until you have to actually step onto it.

the doctor writes down your weight and moves onto your height, which was y/h.

"for this part, your dad does need to leave though, but he'll be right outside-"

"wait what are you going to do?" you ask in a panic, stepping back from her a foot.

she sends you a calming smile. "i'm just going to be checking your body for anything harmful. nothing will hurt but you may feel some discomfort" she says in guilt and you sigh, sitting back down on the table as marc leaves the room.

~~~

after you were checked, doctor miller washed her hands while you stood in the middle of the room after she checked the scars on your back.

you had a talk about all the scars she saw, including the letters.

all you told her was that you were okay and you were recovering.

which was half true. 

marc came back in, and you were sat back down, and marc made eye contact with the doctor and nodded, which left you confused.

"it's time for the last part of this visit" doctor miller starts and you hold your breath.

"i'm afraid we'll need to collect blood-"

"no, isn't there any way we could skip that?" you ask and she purses her lips while marc grabbed ahold of your hand which rested on the table next to you.

"i'm sorry, but we need to make sure you don't have iron deficiency" she says and your breathing quickens.

"it'll be okay, just a small pinch and then you're done" marc stands up to get in front of you, holding both your hands now in his.

"don't look, you can squeeze as much as you need to" he tells you, squeezing your hands once while your eyes blurred and you felt warm tears slide down your cheeks.

you were embarrassed to say the least. a 17 year old crying in front of her doctor because of a finger prick.

"okay, i need to see your hand" she says so marc guides your hand to her while you begin to hyperventilate.

"i need you to calm down" marc says gently, pushing your face into his shoulder to make sure you didn't look while the doctor took blood.

yes, it was just a pinch. but a pinch that made you yelp and squeeze marc's hand as tight as you could.

marc feared you'd break one of his fingers with how hard you were hanging on.

it was done and you were at your lowest.

you were sweating and crying while trying to keep yourself together, and of course there was bad news.

"i deeply apologize but we also have multiple vaccinations we have to give you since you've never had them" doctor miller says and you try to get up and away from marc, but he ends up holding you down to the table by your arms while you kicked at him.

"get- get off!" you shout in marc's face, and he just frowns down at you, using one hand to keep you on your back while he used the other to hold your legs down.

you struggled against him and choked on sobs while the doctor carried over a tray with half a dozen syringes.

"dad please! you can't do this" you lose your strength while your whole body wracks with sobs.

marc just stared down at you while your struggling slowly stopped.

the doctor decided to give you the shots in your legs since marc had to hold you down mostly by your arms.

plus you couldn't see her, but you sure as hell felt her.

"let go! please!" you scream after the first shot.

"i'll do anything just make it stop- i can't breath!" you let out a pained groan, gritting your teeth together as the second needle breaks the skin in your leg.

"dad- guys please! i don't want it!" you continue to yell at them, squeezing your eyes shut at the third shot.

"i- i don't- i don't want it anymore" you quiet down slightly, too tired from the sudden change in mood and emotion.

your tears didn't stop, they just kept running down your face while the doctor finished up.

marc slowly let you go, and once he did you shoved him away from you to cover yourself with your arms, staring down at the bandaids that littered your legs.

"i'll leave you two" the doctor starts to leave. "you can change back now if you'd like" she goes after that, closing the door behind her.

marc stood next to where you sat until you started to get the fabric off of you, putting your clothes back on as fast as you could.

you wipe your eyes with the sleeve of jakes jacket, cringing at the horrible job the leather did at soaking up your tears.

marc didn't look at you, but at the ground.

you sniff once, and run at your reddened eyes again before moving towards the door.

marc followed and handed you the keys to the car.

"go wait, i'll be out in a minute" he mumbles, so you do so without a word.

it was going to be a tense ride home.

~~~

you haven't said a single word to marc in hours.

you already skipped breakfast, and now lunch, and you were planning on skipping dinner as well.

you still felt too sick anyways.

you were alone in your room with pedro and luna sleeping at the edge of your bed, while you were curled up on your pillows with your knees to your chest.

before you all got home, marc picked up your birth control that you will start taking on a sunday after you start your next period.

there was a gentle knock at your door.

"love? you alright?" steven asks from the other side, and you were about to answer when your window opens suddenly, making you jump up.

"what the fuck" you mumble, moving towards it, and seeing nothing.

you then saw a masked figure peak its head in through the right side of it.

"peter?" you ask, seeing that the mask was familiar.

but different all at the same time.

"what's going on in there?" steven asks again and you sigh.

"i think peter came back" you answer, looking back to see the person still staring at you.

"peter? you can come in, you know" you say as if it's obvious.

he swings in all of a sudden, and that's when you realize.

that wasn't peter.

this guy was taller than him, and the eyes on the mask were different- hell, the whole suit was different.

you freeze up and are about to swing your fist when he does so first.

making your world go black while steven pounded on the door.

~~~

A/N : happy new years everyone! i hope everyone had safe holidays! hope you enjoyed this chapter and i hope to see you hopefully next week

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𓆩♡𓆪 episode four: BLURRED LINES.

IT'S ON FULL SWING NOW MFS!! sherri debuts!! this barely has anything going on but y/n is officially booked and busy like the real champ she is 😌 mhm, a lot of shawn and y/n moments !! SURVIVOR SERIES IS IN A MONTH ‼️ which will be around episode nine i believe, a lot to go through but hang on it'll be really cool i think!! on my vince russo shit im booking the whole ppv [villainous hand rubbing] 😼 the main event will be something else. gotta do something real special for the kids 😮‍💨

"you know what we should do?" you ask, Vince and Taker look at each other puzzled, then back at you. "what?" Vince asks with a slight shrug. "we should fight!" you smile, "like the good little wrestlers we are!".

Vince looks intrigued, while Taker mumbles something about him not being 'little'. "what do you mean?" Vince asks, you lean back and a sly smirk settled on your face. "well, I thought of this like two seconds ago, but, what if we take this little situation into the ring?" you begin.

"the best storylines are those that make the fans question if it's real or not, right?" you ask. Vince silently nods and Taker slowly begins turning towards you.

"we'll keep everything the way it is, but just tweak it a bit. picture this" you sit up and both men follow suit. "new girl comes, she wins the championship immediately, some people are happy for her and some are not. biggest figure backstage questions her capabilities as champ and she accuses him of being jealous because that she didn't have to work for it" you say.

"but that's exactly what happened" Taker raises an eyebrow.

"yeah, hold on though, it gets better! uh, uhm" you go quite for a moment, thinking about what else you can bring into this potential angle. "okay! the people backstage are torn and split into two groups, your group being the ones who are envious, and my group those who support me and think it's a good way of building a new star. then RAW's writers can build something from there then maybe the groups face off?" you half ask.

you lean back into your chair again, "I don't know man, I thought of this right in front of you" you explain.

"we may not be on the greatest terms right now, but that's... pretty good" Taker says, you look at him with half a smile and he rolls his eyes, looking away. "it's decent! don't let it get your head" he mumbles.

Vince is looking between you two as your argument from earlier turns into playful banter. his current women's champion and his personal best creation.

"you know.." Vince said, "Survivor Series is coming up soon". you and Taker look at each other, "... are you considering this pitch?" Taker asks, Vince hums.

"if I can get the writers to put it together before the last week of July, hell if they can get something done today, maybe this can be a hit..." he trails off. "like a promo?" you ask, he hums again. Vince look at you again.

his current women's champion and his personal best creation.

he saw money.

this doesn't sound bad.

Vince silently zones out for a couple minutes, thinking of what he can do with this idea as you and Taker settle into the slightly uncomfortable silence that came with the left over of the conversation.

"look, I'm actually considering making this happen. but I need you two to remain civil" Vince sighed. you and Taker side eye each other, you sigh as well. "as long he doesn't question, degrade of berate me whatsoever" you say, "and as long as you don't try to fight me again, or threaten my career" Taker responds.

"hmmm, I don't know about that" you look away, Vince loudly sighs. "fine!" you blurt.

you shake The Underaker's hand.

"wait, you threated his career?!" Vince shrieks.

later that week. 1:07 pm, dressing room .

'I don't know man, bleaching my hair sounds like it'll be worth it for like one week' you think to yourself. you look back at the dressing room's door waiting for one of the stylists to come in. you wanted do something different with your hair, but blonde highlights weren't cutting it for you.

"what if I look good as a blonde?" you ask out loud, you twirl your hair between your fingers as you look at the mirror in front of you.

"you won't look good as a blonde" Shawn pipes in. oh, yeah, you forgot he was here too. he's waiting on a haircut.

"says who, Michaels?" you narrow your eyes at him, "this professional blond" he points to himself. "uhm, yes I would" you say. "nope."

if you weren't going to bleach your hair then, you're doing it now. just to prove a point.

"and you think you look good with blond hair?" you ask, "I'm fucking sexy, baby" he smirks, and you fake gag. "don't call me that" you groan. "I'm not your baby."

"you could be my baby" he says, flashing his pretty boy smile. ugh, you fake gag again. this was another thing he does that annoyed you.

all the flirting, and the stupid playboy shit he'd try to pull on you? absolutely not. one of the main reasons you couldn't bring yourself to like Shawn when you first met was how hard he'd try to jump on your bones.

and he hadn't even known you for that long then!

he was used to having girls throw themselves left and right at him after a corny pick up line and some shameless sexually charged conversations, but his 'sexy boy' fuckery wasn't working on you. and he didn't like it.

"I don't want anything to do with you" you retort, he huffs. "what's wrong with me?" he asks and pout rests on his lips. you roll your eyes, "if I answer you, we'd be here all day" you say. "pfft" he laughs, "as if". you roll your eyes again.

"you're the most annoying, conniving, absolute fucking asshole, rudest, most brattiest-"

"you want me so bad" he laid back on his chair, and you could feel your eye twitch. “fuckin’ hell” you sigh, resting your head in the palm of your hand.

thankfully, someone walks in. it wasn’t a stylist though.

“Sherri?!” you and Shawn ask at the same before glaring at each other. the brunette smiles at you both, pulling you into a hug, both of you fighting for who gets to hold her more.

“aw, both my babies in one room” she smiles. “i’m not a baby anymore!” Shawn says flexing his biceps. “of course you’re not” Sherri says kissing his cheek.

“y/n, my angel” she smiles once more as she pats your hair. “congratulations on your title win, I’m so proud of you”.

“man, I missed you so much” you sigh pulling her into another hug. “hey! you’re giving her more attention than me!” Shawn frowns, you lay your head on Sherri’s shoulder and stick your tongue at him. he glares at you.

“I see you two still don’t like each other” she laughs, you roll your eyes and Shawn groans. “she’s annoying” he flops back into his seat, “me?!” you gasp. “yes, you!” he points.

“he’s lying!”

“she’s lying!”

“okay you two, knock it off” she says standing between you, “jeez, I wonder what it was like without me” she mutters. “hell.” you both answer before glaring at each other.

“so” Sherri began as she sat in the empty seat between you and Shawn, “’heard the locker room hates you, y/n” and you groan, “don’t even get me started”.

“I’d expect that from Shawn, not from you”

“what’s that supposed to mean?!”

<<3:19 pm>>

you decided to bleach your hair, Sherri successfully convinced you to get some highlights. Shawn was still the room, but he had fallen asleep while getting his haircut, if he could stay quite like this all the time you wouldn’t mind existing on the same planet as him.

you ended up getting some highlights in the back of your head, but bleaching the front part. the stylist even gave you some curtain bangs to frame your face. you really liked your new look, plus you needed something to refresh your look a bit, so you didn’t look the same as when you were in Japan.

"I told you you'd look good!" Sherri smiled, "mhm" you run your hand through your freshly curled hair. "n-no she doesn't" Shawn mumbles, you both look at him. half asleep and rubbing his eyes.

"you just woke up, and the first thing you do is lie?" you ask. "nah, it's the truth" he snorts, you glare at him then you sigh. "when is the stylist coming? I need my hair cut" he whined.

"she came already, did it when you where asleep" Sherri responded. Shawn began checking himself out and playing with his hair in the mirror.

"I told you I was sexy" he raises his eyebrows at you and Sherri laughs, "literally get me out of here" you groan as you get up, back cracking after sitting for so long.

you walk out into the corridor and begin walking towards your locker room, the place was bit quite but nothing too out of the ordinary. "hey!" you call out, Lita was coming out of locker room. "hey- woah look at you!" she exclaims, you flip your hair. "wait, blonde hair looks so good on you" she says fluffing your hair, "I've been saying!"

"where have you two been?" you look in front of you, and Chyna was walking up to you. "oh, you look so hot" she says taking a closer look at your new hair, "I know! ugh, I'm the sexy one!" you groan. "I mean no one is debating that" Chyna said, "that rascal Michaels is" you say as the three of you walk towards your locker.

"wait, what?" Lita asks

"long story short, I was- uhm" you're cut off when you're met by Vince and Taker in your looker room, sitting on the couch. Pat Patterson was there too, you were confused. "c-can I help you? y'all?" you ask slowly walking in. "yeah!" Vince said, "you two should stay" he said referring to Chyna and Lita who you backing out of the room. "you're involved as well"

all three of you share confused looks as you enter the room, closing the door behind you. "you're first promo is printed!" Pat chirped, and your eyes widened. "already?" you ask sitting on a chair across from them. "I was as shocked as you are, it's been like what? four hours?" Taker said.

"wait, what promo?" Chyna asked

"we're going to carry on with the angle, and for tonight you're just going to issue a challenge to The Undertaker. we're currently writing the story as it goes. if it doesn't go well, you'll end it the week before Survivor Series, but goes well, you'll end it at Survivor Series" Pat explained.

"Survivor Series?" Lita asked

"wait so, apart from the challenge, what does this promo serve?" you ask, "like you said, feuds that make the fans question the reality of it are the best. so basically, you're gonna go through what happened backstage, then Taker interrupts you, you go back and forth a bit, then you challenge him" Vince says.

"hold on! guys? can someone explain, what promo and what challenge are you talking about?" Chyna asked, "what does that have to do with Survivor Series?" Lita asked, "and why are we involved?" Chyna added.

"oh, boy" Taker sighed

10:20 pm, dressing room ;; RAW <Live>

“why are you always here when I’m here?” Shawn asks, you side eye him. you continue to re-curl your hair, “I was here first, you came after me” you roll your eyes.

he groans loudly. apart from bitching and moaning, he’s just sitting there. he came to fix his hair for the show and stayed for some reason, now he’s just annoying you.

“what’s that?” he asks, you look at him, “what?” you asks. Shawn points to your mouth, oh. “a lollipop” you answer, you unplug the curling iron and grab and can of hair spray.

“what flavor?” he asks, you stop spraying your hair and look at him for a moment, “grape” you continue spraying your hair. “you like grape candy?” the way he worded it made it sound like grape candy was the worst. “yeah? what’s wrong with it?” you ask.

you brush your hair out and play with it a bit, “I don’t think it tastes nice” Shawn answered. you roll your eyes again, they’re going to fall out of their sockets some day. “they taste really good” you say sitting on a chair behind you.

this conversation felt a lot more civil than the ones you two usually have.

“gimme that” he says, before you can react Shawn had pulled the candy away from you. “hey!” you gasp. “give me that back!”

maybe not.

he’s laughing at you, with the candy high up in his raised arm. “I wanna know if it tastes nice too!” he giggled. “get your own!” you squeal.

too late, he placed it in his mouth.

“why would you do that?!” you grunt. he now rolls his eyes, he grabs both your arms, pulling them behind your back leaving you pressed against his chest.

“relax pretty girl, I just want a taste” he smirks. ugh, you try wiggling away from him but he was holding you tightly. “you know” he began.

“you can be as sweet as this candy, if you stop playing hard to get” he moves closer to your face and you look away, Shawn chuckles.

“how many times do I need to tell you, I don’t want anything to do with you?” you spat. he laughs again, what’s so funny about this?

Shawn takes the lollipop out of his mouth, he lets go of you. “give me that back!” you swat the candy away from him, “keep it” he shrugs, you noticed that his tongue was the same shade of dark purple as yours.

“i didn’t like anyways” he flops back into his seat, “you’re so fucking annoying” you mutter. you look at your poor lollipop for a second.

“don’t you want it?” Shawn asked, “I do” you answer. “then eat it” he challenged, “I will!”

“you sure don’t look like it, I’ll take if you don’t like it” he sighs, “I thought you didn’t like it?” you look at him. “I don’t” he smiles. “then what the fuck are you-”

knock! knock! knock!

a staff member enters, “thank god, a decent person” you murmur. “y/n your segment is in twenty minutes!” she notifies you. “got it!” you respond.

“wait, you’re working tonight?” Shawn sits up, you side eye him. “you think I did all of this for no reason?” you point to your hair and makeup. “hm, with who?” he asks again.

“wouldn’t you like to know?” you ask putting on lipgloss, “just tell me!” he whines. “The Undertaker, damn”

wait, you’re working with The Undertaker?

he hasn’t done that yet and he’s been with company for years, you’re doing on your second day at the job?!

okay.

Shawn hums, and sinks into his chair while you sing your theme on your way out.

10:40 pm, RAW.

you were sat on the middle rope legs crossed and microphone in hand, as you wait for the crowd to stop cheering your name. you couldn’t help but smile at them.

you get up and raise your championship making them cheer loudly. “okay” you begin and quite down a bit. “if you watched the last installment of Raw, you’d know that I won the women’s championship. but if you’re the person who wants to know everything that happens, you definitely saw the headlines on the wrestling columns last week” you walk towards the opposite side of the ropes.

“you probably read about me getting into an altercation with ‘leading figure’ for the locker rooms, now I’m not denying that. it did happen” and being the messy fans that love fights they cheered.

“that wasn’t unprovoked however, he was the one who started!” the crowd audibly gasped at the ‘he’. you got in a fight with a man?! how scandalous.

“this fucking guy, question my worth, questioned me as a champion, said that I wouldn’t know anything about being a champion, and threatened to get me fired!” you explained.

the crowd began booing, and they booed loudly. “I know!” you say.

“you guys are probably wondering who it is now, right?” you ask and crowd boos again.

“it’s The-”

the place goes dark and Taker’s music hits.

and the crowd was equally confused and excited.

he slowly got into the ring as a ring side staff member handed him a microphone.

the crowd was already split, one of the most prominent wrestlers and one of their favorites. and you had proven to be capable of putting a great match and you’re able to cut convincing promos, they didn’t know who to get behind.

“until you won that championship, I respected you.” Taker spoke. “good to know that there’s someone as the women’s champion, the problem is, many women would fight their way up to get were you currently are. you didn’t do anything, you just arrived and go it, and-”

“do I need to remind you how much I’ve already accomplished?” you interrupted.

“listen, I’m not saying you haven’t done well enough, I’m saying we haven’t seen enough from you for anyone to get behind you as a champion” he say.

“have you guys seen my matches before I worked here?” you ask and the crowd cheers for you, “my reigns as champion before I worked here?” they cheer again. you turn to The Undertaker, “they’ve definitely seen enough, they know I’m enough” you state.

“well I haven’t seen enough” Taker says and the boos began again. you roll your eyes and walk towards him. “do you realize how stupid you sound?” you ask.

“why does it matter to you that I became a champion quickly?” you spat. “are you jealous?”

and all the could be heard was ‘ooo’s from the audience.

“why the hell would I be jealous?” he asked, “because I won the championship on my first day, and it took you a long time”.

kayfabe was in the trash, it’s been for a long, long time. but right now, the crowd couldn’t tell if this was something that happened backstage being written into the ring, if it’s just a feud to get you more over or some backstage politics gone wrong.

“if it’s about me proving myself as champion, I’ll do that, everyday if that’s what it takes. but if it’s about respect, then you’ll never have mine.” you say,

“then prove yourself!” Taker bellows, “I don’t think you’re good enough to be champion!”

“oh really?” you ask as you get in his face, “one hundred percent”.

ring side staff are quick to pull you away from each other while the crowd loses their mind. they have already picked you as their babyface, this whole promo made The Undertaker sound like a jealous, insecure person who’s afraid to get replaced as the top wrestler in the company.

“listen! I will prove myself, and I don’t care if you respect me after it or not. and to you guys” you point to the crowd.

“we will fight! Taker, I challenge you right fucking here, right fucking now! doesn’t matter how it will go or when it’ll happen, I am asking for a fight. but until then, I declare war!”