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yandere-genji · 2 years

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Helloo, I’ve never requested a fanfic before, or on tumblr so ur my very first I’m excited ^^ ~ could you do a highschool au of like a bully!gabriel x nerd!reader where he becomes frustrated by the reader not reacting or caring about his bullying, so uses “extreme measures” to really grab their attention. non-con or dub-con, and daddy kink, if that’s okay 🤎

ok i hope u don’t mind i took some “creative liberties” with this lovely prompt and also made it college au but yea. this is an S tier request btw anon and you sucked me back into this shit so props to u 🤎 reader is gender neutral ofc (yes princess is a gen neutral term this is the 21st century)

“You’re not funny, Gabe,” you spoke through gritted teeth in an attempt to intimidate your tormentor, “give me my stuff back or else!”

He responded with a hearty chuckle, tossing your school bag into his locker and closing the door with swift kick. He was bouncing with laughter and amusement at your widened eyes, completely entertained by his own antics, “Yea? What the hell are you gonna do, tell your fucking dean? Go right ahead, see where that’ll get you with me.”

You couldn’t help but close your fists in the tightest grip you could muster, your jaw clenched and face burning red. You hated that he was right, not only was your first instinct to tattle on him, but it would get you nowhere. Gabriel Reyes was untouchable. The school’s quarterback with a promising future that would surely put them on the map once he continued with his career. It made you sick that this asshole would only get a slap on the wrist and a stroke to his ego if you asked anyone to do anything about his harassment of you. What could you do, then? There’s no way in hell you’re just going to sit here and take it.

“No, I’m not running to anyone. Trust me when I say this, you’ll regret messing with me!” The threat didn’t come out the way you intended. Your voice fell out with a crack in the midst of your reply, and tears threatened to fall from your wet eyes. You had hoped he might second guess his actions and consider that you might actually fulfill your promise. Instead, it seemed to have the opposite effect on him. It seemed to have egged him on even further.

His smile widened and he pushed you against the wall. You gasped at the impact, you could feel a dull pain on your back. Hopefully it wouldn’t leave a mark. Before you could get out of your dazed state, Gabe caged you in with his arms, looking down at you like a starved wolf, “You’re really gonna make this fun for me, aren’t you?”

“I’m not scared of you,” you whispered, breath unstable and heart pounding in your ears.

Gabe’s smile beamed. He looked like almost perfect, straight and impossibly white teeth. Full lips and sharp jawline with hints of facial hair. His eyes were dark, like a black hole pulling you in the more you looked into them. Keeping his gaze only revealed to you how weak you were under him. Something he must be aware of by the way he was forcing you to look at him.

He knew you found him handsome. You had told him as much the day you had met him. The day he set his sights on you. He had been much nicer to you then. Saying hi to you in the halls, asking if you wanted to sit with him during lunch, and not taking your shit and throwing it in his locker. But you never came around to him when he asked you if you wanted to go out sometime. You didn’t want to go out with anyone, you were far too focused on schoolwork and tutoring on the side. Dating and boyfriends was just something you didn’t have time for. So you had to refuse and be on your way.

Gabe never understood why you rejected him. How could you be too busy for him? You were always studying in the library, or just reading because you enjoyed it, you said. That’s what all this was about? Reading? That’s like asking your professor for more exams. What kind of masochist shit is that? You must’ve been into that considering all the shit you had to put up with from him.

But fuck, he just couldn’t help but taunt you. The way you insisted upon standing up for yourself even though your face read that you were completely terrified, it did something to him that he couldn’t describe. It made him want to break you. Tear you down and finally see you cry, beg him to stop, beg him to be nice. Just completely melt into him. He wanted to see you on your knees, on all fours, face level with his cock and crying for his forgiveness. For his attention. For any sense of mercy he had for you in his heart.

And you did nothing to quell his desires. Always so pompous in your academic achievements like you were to hottest shit in town. Just like when you became president of the debate club, you gloated about it nonstop until Gabe knocked the wind out of your sails. It didn’t piss him off that you were doing well. In fact, a part of him admired you for it. No, it was the fact that you pranced around so proud before him but you weren’t his. You weren’t asking him if you’d made him proud. Weren’t even talking to him about it. He had to hear about it from a friend of his who was into your nerd shit. Pissed him off to no end.

Now you were here. Trembling under him like a fucking pathetic worm. Yet, you still insisted on defying him. Denying him the pleasure of seeing you vulnerable before him. You were a tease through and through and Gabe was intent on getting what belonged to him. You stared up at him with wet eyes for what seemed like forever until the your phone alarm rang, signaling the start of your next class.

“Well, what do you know. Looks like it’s time for this bright little student to get to class,” he pushed himself away from the wall that had bruised your back, turning back to you, “Hope you didn’t need anything in that backpack of yours today, what a shame.”

……..

As turns out, you would need that backpack of yours. In fact, Gabe must’ve been a stalker creep because his timing couldn’t have been any better - or worse, for you. You had to give a presentation for your language comp class and both your laptop and flash drive were in your backpack. Of course you hadn’t factored in the fact Gabe was going to steal your shit. So, for the meantime, you were screwed until you could get it back.

Maybe this was an opportunity for you to reconcile with him, you thought. Sure, he was hot-headed and seemed sadistically interested in making you miserable, but you couldn’t keep going on like this forever. What was his end goal? You hadn’t the faintest clue, truth be told, but maybe if you could just cut the bullshit with him, go right to the brass tacks of it all and lay everything bare on the table, maybe, maybe, maybe the two of you could come to terms with whatever issues you had. You weren’t unreasonable but you had been stubborn with Gabe. You had hoped he was stop acting like a dick or get bored with you, but nothing you had tried with him so far was effective. So screw it. Might as well try to compromise with the guy and hope he could listen to reason.

Your class ended at noon, the busiest time at your school. Everyone was racing out the door and headed for the cafeteria. Among the crowd, you were determined to find Gabe and, most importantly, your school bag.

You had caught him in the hall standing next to his locker, chatting it up with Jack Morrison, class president and all around golden boy. This was your chance, you thought. You eagerly made your way towards them, Gabe noticing you maneuvering in the crowd in an effort to reach him. An effort that already had him grinning from ear to ear as he averted his attention away from Jack. Before you made you way to them, he was already gone. Gabe shooed him away with words you couldn’t make out, and the two of you were standing side by side in the bustling hall.

You stared at each other for a moment, not saying a word. He knew what you wanted, knew you were going to approach him at some point, but the intent on your face was not what he expected. Your brows furrowed, eyes almost pleading. Jaw slightly slack and bottom lip hanging open as if to speak but all that was heard was the crowd of hungry students running through the halls like a parade. It left him speechless, the very sight of you. You were speechless, too, not sure how to approach him without some form of hostility in your voice. But the halls soon cleared and the silence was deafening. You took a breath, trying to start the conversation.

Gabe spoke, interrupting you, “What do you want?”

It had been so long since you heard him speak that way. Still voice, no sign of amusement or taunting. Almost as if he were genuinely curious as to why you were there. But you both knew that wasn’t true. You decided to play along, let him lead.

“I’d like to have my stuff back,” you spoke with your voice as aloof as you could muster, looking at his locker, “I have a presentation next class and I need my laptop.”

He hummed in response, “Well,” he began to play with the lock, twisting it mindlessly any which way, “guess that means you want me to fetch it for you, right?”

You shrugged, “Not necessarily. I could get it myself if you prefer, I just don’t know your combo is all.”

He chuckled. The sound was so jarring to you, your body instinctively flinched. He looked up at you from the lock, meeting your eyes with that same predatory look from earlier. Everything was still for a moment. Then, Gabe straighten his posture and spoke, “You don’t need to know it. It’s not here.”

“Wha-” your eyes squinted in frustrated confusion. You exhaled, trying to keep your composure, “Okay, where is it? Do you think I could get it back before my next class?”

Gabe could tell you were starting to drop whatever act you were playing. It was cute to see you try to keep your cool with him, the muscles on his face were burning with delight, “Sure.”

You crossed your arms and sighed, starting to grow impatient, “So where is it?”

He turned away from you, slowly walking down the hall, “This way,” he whistled at you like a dog while motioning with his two fingers for you to follow him. How insufferable.

But you did. It seemed that your method had some impact on him. This could be the break you had been looking for. You followed him down the corridor, wrapping around the halls with him until he came to a stop in front of the boys’ locker room. He turned towards you, leaning against the wall looking ever so smug.

You mouth fell open and eyes widened a bit. Huffing, you shook your head, “No way.”

“What?” he kept his eyes on you, “Don’t tell me you’re too prissy to go into a locker room.”

“There’s no way I’m going to go in there with you, Gabe!” you raised your voice a bit in frustration. He couldn’t be serious, right?

“Christ, relax, princess. Coach is out for lunch and I swiped his keys earlier,” he shook his pockets which rang with the jiggling of the keys, “Go on in, nothing to be scared of.”

What he was describing had to break some kind of law, but it’s not like he’d really get in trouble anyway. Not everyone can do this kind of shit, but Gabe could. Even worse, he could get away with it even if he was caught. So what option did you have but to walk through the doors into the dank locker room that reeked of sweat. Much to your unease, Gabe followed behind you and locked the door. He raised the keys in his hands, letting you have a good look at them, “Gotta make sure no one sees us, right?”

You shook your head in disapproval, “Where’s my stuff? Or are you just gonna drag me around all day?”

He scoffed, “You got a real attitude problem, you know that?” Gabe grabbed your elbow in a tight grip. You gasped, struggling to escape his grasp, “Calm down, just come with me.”

“You’re hurting me!” You put your hand on his wrist in some attempt to get him off of you, and he thankfully obliged by pushing you away from him.

“Don’t have a high pain tolerance, I take it? All bark and no bite. Didn’t take you for the type with all those empty threats you spill,” he began walking off, “you coming?”

Although Gabe was mean to you, he had never really hurt you before. Not physically. It shook your core a bit, the atmosphere seemed all wrong and the fact he was your only way to escape did nothing but frighten you more.

“Gabe?” you softly called out his name, not wanting to go any further.

He stopped. Your voice cut through him like a knife. You had never spoken to him like that. He could hear the fear in your voice, hear you on the verge of pleading for him. He turned his head, but didn’t dare look you in the eyes, “What?” he spoke sternly, demanding an answer.

You weren’t sure what to say. So many emotions were running through you - mostly fear and confusion. This was something different than a fight or flight response. You couldn’t describe it, you didn’t want to run away or fight back. You just wanted to appeal to whatever sense of reason he had.

“Why don’t you like me?” your voice was weak, a kind of weakness you hadn’t spoken with in a long time. Completely vulnerable, willing to bare everything for just one moment of clarification. Just one reason why things were like this. It was something you were wondering all along, but could never bare to ask. The kind of thing that is sunken in the deepest pit of your subconscious, never baring its head until you’re backed up into a corner just like this.

He turns around slowly, deliberately. The look on his face is almost pitiful, but not authentic. He’s taunting you with a false vulnerability. Now you’ve done it. You’ve completely unraveled before him. He didn’t know this could be so easy. The two of you had been chasing each other in circles for the better part of half a year and it’s finally come to this. There was no farce, no tricks behind your words.

Three steps was all it took for him to close the gap between the two of you. Three agonizing slow steps. Your hands were clasped together, you didn’t even know why. You felt so small. He wouldn’t answer you. He just looked at you with that look on his face that mirrored yours yet had no purpose but to mock you. Like he was teasing you, just like he had always done. No, this wasn’t working for you at all. None of what you had been doing was working. He had set a trap for you and you foolishly fell right into it.

“Gabe,” you spoke, just barely above a whisper on shaken breath. He raised a hand to your cheek. It had barely touched you but the feeling of his calloused hand and the tension in the air had your flesh burning. Your eyes stung, too, as tears threatened to fall from them. Just like always, you fought at your instinct to cry. But you couldn’t stop a tear from sliding down your cheek and onto his hand.

“Gabe, please,” you were starting to raise your voice. You wanted to turn away, step back, retreat in some way. But he hand kept you there.

He crouched a bit, eyes level with yours. They were dark. Hazelnut brown and an empty black center that was so close to you, you could make out your own reflection. You could hardly recognize yourself.

“Look at you…” his voice was low, but affectionate. Like he was speaking to a wounded kitten, “And all this time I thought you were nothing but a brat.”

He lowered his hand from you cheek and onto the back of your neck. You felt a light squeeze from his grip and swallowed at the sensation, “As much as I want to keep you here, I think we both got places to be. Right, honey?”

Your face grew red with embarrassment at the sudden sweetness in his voice. He was talking to you like his pet, a part of you was relieved that he might not harm you but another part of you felt belittled and tormented. Still, you wanted to comply with him in some desperate hope to get out of this mess. So you nodded, mouth knit shut and eyes brimming with tears.

“Good. Then behave for me,” In a sudden movement, his hands gripped your shoulders tightly and you knees buckled in shock. You yelped as Gabe continued to push you down onto the floor. Your hands grabbed at his arms, trying to get him off of you but it was no use. He was far too strong for you to move him off of you. A hand moved to the back of your neck like before and another grabbed a handful of your hair and tugged gently, “The faster we get through this, the sooner you can get your shit and get out of here. If you don’t behave, then this won’t be pretty. Not one fucking bit.”

Gabe isn’t like you. He’s not the kind of guy who just says shit to scare people. When he declares his intent, he means it. And whatever picture he had in his head of what he was going to do to you if you didn’t comply, you certainly didn’t want to see it. You tried to relax your body as much as you could to cope with whatever he had planned for you.

His hand moved from your back and wrapped around your throat, the other forcing your head to look up at him. He didn’t grip hard but you were already choking on weak sobs and felt suffocated. You didn’t want to speak, didn’t want to piss him off or provoke him anymore than you already had. Apparently he didn’t mind, and pulled himself closer to you. His crouch was getting disturbingly close to your face, you averted your gaze away from him onto the floor.

Turns out, he didn’t like that. He tugged your hair to get your attention, “What’s the matter, you getting shy on me? Crazy, I never took you for the type. Always talking up a big game, but now look at you.”

With one swift motion, he unclasped his jeans. His briefs peaked through his open zipper and revealed his hard cock through the fabric. You gasped, not realizing what was happening up until that point. You had thought he was just going to beat the piss out of you. No, you couldn’t handle this. Mindlessly babbling, you begged him not to do this, asked him to please stop. Tears were running down your face frantically as you took in sharp, panicked breaths. Gabe soaked in the sight of you, growing larger at your pathetic display. This is exactly what he wanted. To tower over you, commanding complete control while you sit helpless before him. He grabbed a tuft of your hair, pulling hard as he forced your face onto his crouch. Your tongue spilled out and your hands tried to pull away from him but the more you pulled the harder he would grind into you. You could hear him laugh above you and felt his laughter vibrate through his body. It was useless, nothing was getting through to him.

He pulled you off of him and onto the floor. Before you could move, his legs caged you in before him, “C’mon, we’re just getting started.”

He grabbed your hair again, pulling you onto your knees. The floor was hard and cold and it didn’t take more than a few seconds for it to hurt your knees. You tried to get in a more comfortable position, but Gabe denied you at every turn. So you leaned on your knees, certain it would leave a mark.

Your face was level with his crouch and he made a display for you in undressing himself. Slowly tracing the band of his briefs, pulling down to show you the dark hair on his body. He was toying with you and enjoying every second of it, moaning with every touch. Part of you hoped that this was all he wanted, that he wouldn’t make you participate in bringing him pleasure besides watching. But when he sprung his leaking cock out of his briefs, you felt your self wanting to sink into the floor.

He was big and you were not prepared at all to take him. He stroked his cock, precum bubbling and drooling at the tip, “See that, baby” he hummed and laughed, enjoying himself, “You’re gonna clean up Daddy’s cock real nice, aren’t you?”

You didn’t think your face could get any hotter, but it did at that moment. More tears fell and you struggled to let out a normal breath. Gabe pulled harshly on your hair, “You better fucking answer me.”

It was too much. The stinging in your scalp, the hot tears on your burning face, the heavy beating of your heart in your chest. All you could do is resign yourself to his desire and pray to God this would all be over soon, “Yes, Daddy.”

He threw his head back and stroked himself faster, obviously very pleased with himself now that he had your total compliance. Exhaling, he looked down at the sight of you. Desperate tiny frame right next to his hard, leaking cock.

“Take it in your mouth. Don’t make me wait. I’m a busy man, I have shit to do.”

You opened your mouth and licked his tip clean, salty and slimey precum covering your tongue. Inch by inch you took him in your mouth. You fit half his cock in your mouth before his started pumping into you, lewd sounds of your gagging echoing in the empty room. Gabe groaned, hissed, growled in pleasure as he gently fucked your mouth, covering your face in spit and tears and his juices. You were a mess and he felt so fucking good. His thrust became faster, deeper and you choked on him with every one. You didn’t think you could possibly take him all in, but he forced your head down until your chin met with his plump balls and you nose was tickled by his pubic hair.

“That’s it, so good for Daddy,” sweat made his skin glow as he forced you deeper and deeper onto him, “you’re gonna swallow ever last drop of me, baby.”

You could hardly breath. Your mouth was full of the taste of him and the air around you smelled like his cock and sweat. He was all around you and you had no escape.

You sucked on his cock so hard your jaw felt like it was going to break. You just wanted this all to be over and done with. Fuck, all this for a fucking powerpoint presentation. Every part of you ached and burned. Even between your thighs, your own arousal was stirring without warning, desperately squeezing your thighs together for any sense of relief.

“You like that, baby?” he asked hoarsely, “If you weren’t such a fucking brat, maybe I would’ve let you cum.“

You cried out on his cock, sending waves of pleasure through him. He was getting close, frantically fucking your face with more fervor. It wasn’t long before he let go of your hair, putting both his hands on your head and using your mouth like a fucktoy.

“Don’t fuckin move baby, Daddy’s gonna cum right down your throat,” sweat dripped down his chest, right onto your lips as he held your face flush against him. In a few jagged pumps, he emptied himself in your mouth. It was warm and tasted so strongly of his cock that you couldn’t help but instantly swallow, not wanted to gag. More tears came rushing out of you. Thank God, it was finally over.

He let go of your face and you tore yourself from him, coughing and gasping for air. Gabe had to catch his breath, too. Leaning against a row of lockers, he cleaned himself off with a roll of paper towels nearby and redressed himself. You curled into a ball, completely humiliated and unsure what to do next. What time was it? Oh God, you still had to go to class.

You were interrupted when Gabe approached you, towel in hand. His chest was rising and falling, but he wasn’t panting anymore, “C’mon, get yourself cleaned up. I’ll get your shit.”

Reluctantly, you reached for the towel and cleaned whatever moisture on your face that hadn’t already dried up. Your hair was a complete mess. You tried your best to untangle it but there was no way you could fully restore it with just your fingers.

Gabe came back, your backpack in his hands. Your heart soared, relief washing over you, “Consider this a reward. You really impressed me today.”

You blushed, ashamed and not sure what to say. You felt embarrassed at having been so violated but a shallow part of you felt superficially flattered. You wanted to pull that part of you out and punch it in the fucking face.

He tutted, “You gonna be shy around me now? Shit, I don’t mind, you’re kinda cute like this.”

His arms wrapped around you in a soft hug and your body froze. This was all too much for you, “It’s okay, baby. Let me walk you to class. No one’s gonna give a shit if I’m late.”

“I don’t feel good,” you said softly, throat sore and raw after the abuse.

“Poor thing,” Gabe pulled away to get a look at your face. You still wouldn’t look at him. He felt like a fucking king when you were blowing him but looking at you now… Well he kind of felt like a shit head. But damn if you didn’t like good, “Skip class with me. Let’s get you something to eat.”

You didn’t want to be with Gabe right now. But you didn’t want to go to class either. You just wanted to go to bed, “Can you take me home, Gabe?”

“Of course, baby,” He stroked your hair and gave you and gentle kiss on the forehead, you recoiled, “Let’s get you home, alright?”

#punching the air and screaming into the void with this one #ig ow2 have me back here oh well #yandere #yandere overwatch #yandere!overwatch #dark overwatch #dark!overwatch #yandere reaper #reaper x reader #overwatch au #yandere gabriel reyes #gabriel reyes x reader #gabriel reyes #yandere!gabriel reyes #daddy issues #tw: noncon #tw: dubious consent

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grape-icing · 4 months

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hi!! could you write a short story thingy between cg! roxy and regressor! dave? platonic ofc!!! i think roxy would act as a mother figure to dave!!! maybe dave comes over to roxys for a playdate for the first time, and he’s a little nervous to be so vulnerable around someone for the first time!! idk, you can take whatever creative liberty you want with it!! :)) thank you!!

HAIIII IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! IVE HAD TESTING ALL WEEK AND I HAD NO IDEAS!!! SORRY IN ADVANCE IF ITS BAD!!! I'll also post this on ao3 :33333

Actual story!!

Dave was pretty nervous about John's doctor's appointment because he knew John would call a babysitter. Which was fine he supposed due to the fact he already told everyone about his regression but he hadn't been watched by anyone else before. Bluh!!! Even the thought of it made him anxious. Dave curled up next to John, filled with worry.

“Something worry bud?” John questioned the sudden movement of the younger boy.

“Uh no” Dave replied which was a lie because he didn't want John to get worried and potentially miss his appointment. Although now that Dave thought about it….

Well never mind, the mystery babysitter was here. Dave really hoped it wasn't someone in his family.

“Oh! That must be her.” John got up and raced towards the door.

“Hiya Roxy!” Dave was doomed, why did it have to be his mom? Sister? thing of all people, well at least it's not Dirk.

“Ok, so he knows where everything is and stuff. Uh, am I missing anything? Oh, his favorite juice is in the fridge. Shoot I'm already late! Okay got to go, bye Dave I love ya!” John quickly left.

“Hai Davey!” Roxy announced. Dave turned away.

“Oh um okay. Do you want to watch a movie or play or….uhm…do something?” Roxy questioned, trying to get him to do anything.

“No,” Dave said quick and bluntly.

“You don't wanna do…anything like at all? Not even a movie?” Roxy walked over and sat right beside him.

“I- uhm sure, I guess,” Dave replied not trying to hurt his mother's feelings. Dave didn't actually know if Roxy considered herself his mother but she didn't mind being called “Mom” so maybe.

“Good!! So whatcha wanna watch honey?” Roxy reached over to grab the remote.

“Uhm I'm not sure, maybe Octonauts? You can pick if you want though.” Dave said in a softer voice than earlier.

“Nah, Octonauts work!” Roxy quickly put the show on and wrapped an arm around Dave, which he wiggled and squirmed his way out of.

After around 20 minutes Roxy suggested they go outside and get some fresh air which Dave very nervously said yes to.

“Need any help getting your shoes on, baby?” Roxy asked while bending down to him.

“no” Dave stated. Roxy saw right through the lie and helped him tie his shoes.

“Uh m-mom,” Dave muttered.

“Hm? What is it pumpkin?” Roxy questioned as she finished trying the younger one's shoes.

“Nothing much. I was just wondering if it was hot outside.” Dave asked while standing up.

“Oh yeah, it's going to be very hot, perfect for playing!” Roxy said cheerfully while grabbing her purse to leave.

“Oh” whined Dave.

“Is something wrong muffin?” Roxy asked due to the tone of his voice. “If you don't want to play that's okay, we can get ice cream if you want!”

“I want um ice cream, please” Dave followed Roxy onto the front steps.

“Alrighty! We can totes do that, I think there's an ice cream place right around here.”

Roxy carefully held his hand the entire walk home, which Dave thought was nice. After about five minutes of walking, they made it to the ice cream parlor.

“Look! We're here!” Roxy bumped Dave on the shoulder to draw his attention.

“Mhm,” Dave quietly followed his mother over to the counter to order their ice creams.

“Okay I'll have one strawberry ice cream and, what do you want Dave?”

“Uhh cookies and cream please.”

After the two got their ice cream they started to walk back home.

“Hey Rox, do ya know um when dad is going to be home?”

“Yeah, he has to run some errands so it might be another hour or two. Don't worry though! Me and you will have loads of fun.” Roxy reassured him that the time would fly by and she'd be out in no time.

“It's okay if you don't want me to stay. I'm not mad I promise.” Roxy gently stoked his hair.

“N-no I don't want you to leave I just don't want you to uhmm never mind.” Dave quickly cut himself off before starting to try and speed-walk home.

“Dave baby slow down. You can tell me anything! I wouldn't say a peep to anybody, not even John!” Dave hit a full stop when she said that.

“Uhm well that was kinda it, I don't want you to go and talk about me to like, I don't know, Rose or Dirk?” Roxy turned to Dave and pulled him into a hug.

“I would never do that, but I can understand why you would think that. Hehe, I talk a bunch so it's reasonable.”

Dave and Roxy stood, embraced in that hug for at least a minute straight before going back to walking again.

Once the two of them returned to the house Roxy decided it would be best just to stay home due to the heat instead of playing outside. Roxy put Dave’s show back on before realizing he was probably still hungry.

“Hey sweet pea, you hungry?” Dave silently nodded. While Roxy went to cook him something, Dave slowly moved over to where he kept all of his little items but started to hesitate, finally, he picked up his bottle.

“Whatcha messing with Dave?” Roxy asked, coming into the room to check on him.

“Uh n-nothing?” Dave squealed out as he quickly shoved what he was holding behind his back.

“Are you sure? Because that didn't seem like nothing?” Roxy questioned as she got closer. “What’s behind your back, Dave?”

“Nothing like I said!” Dave said in an elevated tone, leaning away from her, trying to conceal what was behind him.

“Dude, I need to see what's behind you so I can make sure it’s nothing dangerous.” Roxy pulled his arms away from his back, which was surprisingly easy.

“Pumpkin if you wanted a drink you could have just asked. I'll bring it when I bring your food. I'll be right back!” Roxy placed a small kiss on his forehead and went back to the kitchen.

While Roxy was in the kitchen she quickly filled up his bottle with the apple juice in the fridge, Grabbed his food, and made her way back into the living room. When she got there she handed him the plate.

“Um, thanks” Dave muttered while eating a big spoonful.

“Of course!” Roxy answered.

“Oh, wait! Here’s your bottle, sweetie.” Roxy handed him his cup and sat down beside him. Dave mumbled something inaudible and shoved it where it couldn’t be seen due to him being embarrassed by it. Which obviously confused Roxy.

“You okay little dude? I saw you hiding your drink, any reason for it? if it’s because of me, you don't gotta worry, I don't care whatcha do as long as you’re not getting hurt or making a mess.” Roxy moved closer so she was basically right against Dave’s back, She gave him a small hug from behind. Dave leaned into her warm embrace and cautiously reached for his bottle, looking over at Roxy to make sure she wouldn't judge him or anything like that. Roxy planted a small kiss on his head as he finally started to drink his juice. After around twenty minutes Roxy pulled a blanket over him as soon as she realized he was asleep.

“Hey! I'm back!” John announced, getting cut off by a loud “shhh!!” from Roxy.

#homestuck agere #dave strider #roxy lalonde #john Egbert in some parts #agere story

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levok2 · 2 years

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SEASON 2!

Buckle up babies - Levok2 is back! ❣️It is finally time for Young Royals season 2 the SKAM edition, so I hope you are down for another run 🍿

If you are new here, please read the concept below. The premise is the same as for season 1, and to be honest, season 2 has been tricky (way more than s1)!! But I've really tried to be true to the timeline when days etc are mentioned, but I've ofc taken my liberties to make it all to spread out evenly.

And remember, it's all for good fun 🌸

PSA: The last clip of season 2 has been removed by tumblr due to copyrights (lol).

We take off January 6th 2023!

The concept: Welcome to my time consuming little side blog project! Let me tell you about the concept, before we start.

My main blog Levok (yes I'm creative with the names here), is a dedication to my love for Skam and Young Royals.

And while we patiently waited for YR season 2, I came up with this brilliant idea one restless night... To mix my two favorite things!!

SO. I cut Young Royals into clips (like Skam), Added time stamps (made up ofc), to then be released in a fictional real time universe. In addition to the clips, made up texts between the characters will also be released (like skam).

In contrary to season 1, I have tried to aim for the correct months to release the clips this time around.

There will of course be some glitches you'll have to live with, since YR was not made for this. I want the clips to run evenly with continuity, so some events might be spread out for multiple days, even though they originally are meant to play out in the same day (season 2 was a bitch here!!!) This is done in order to avoid any time gaps.

This is out of pure fun, so there's no need to point out any obvious mistakes - I know they are there. For any reach out, I'll be on my main blog.

Play along, if you want ✨ Enjoy!!

#young royals #young royals x skam #Levok2 #skam

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ashwii · 2 years

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okokokko so in my astronomy class i learned that the ion tail (the blue tail) on a comet always points in the opposite direction of the sun...

...and that got me thinking-

Mikey would always know where Raph is because his comet tail would point in the opposite direction of him!

(ofc you'd have to take some creative liberties so the comet tail doesn't go like.... through Mikey's head??? but Mikey could at least always FEEL the direction that Raph is in)

i think it would be funny if Donnie and Leo used Mikey as a Raph compass or something. Like "ayo Mikey, where's Raph?" and he can just tell which direction he's in and point. And Raph would always lose hide and seek when Mikey's the seeker (skill issue)

Could also be used for angst potential..... for example, if something were to happen to Raph.... 👀👀👀 Mikey would be the first to know because he wouldn't have that inner feeling of knowing where Raph is.

sorry this is long lol. I really love this au <3

Oh my GOSH ooooo this is actually super interesting. Oooohhh I like this can make for some fun shenanigans I feel. UGH and the angst potential, you and me are on the same wave length rn 🤝🤝

#ashask

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loserchildhotpants · 1 year

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a little destiel drabble written for @atomicteaparty who posited (and im paraphrasing here) ‘what if Dean never hugged Cas after Lucifer stabbed him and he came back? he’d be really hot and cold w Cas bc he rationally thinks he should push Cas away to protect himself from ever being so hurt and lost again but also he gets pissy when Cas DOES pull away, so Cas is getting a lot of mixed signals and is secretly and quietly just v sad that Dean hasn’t hugged him - but then ofc something goes wrong on a hunt, and Dean sees a flash from far away or something and he thinks it was Cas’ Grace being burned out again and he rushes to him and Dean hugs him for like half an hour straight’

i took some creative liberty but here have a drabble of that What If:

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Breathlessly, Sam and Dean rush to Cas’ aid, and Dean knows the terror that must be writ across his face; he never learns.

Pushing away never works, pulling close is a death sentence, and with Cas, there’s never any in-between. But he’s known for a long time now that he’d rather have Cas around than not, and so if it’s all or nothing - for Cas? He’s all in.

And he should’ve made that clearer in recent weeks.

He never learns.

Dean and Sam are shouting Cas’ name across the open field behind the barn Cas disappeared around; out in the boonies like this, it’s like the night and woods can swallow up all the sound. It’s like shouting into space; the sound doesn’t even seem to travel anywhere.

Eventually they find him, though, standing in tall grass.

Bodies are scattered across the ground with burned out eyes, and some with heads that appear to have imploded.

Lovely.

And not Dean’s immediate concern.

He sees Cas standing in front of the carnage, splattered with some blood, but otherwise looking okay, if a little uncharacteristically exhausted.

“Cas,” Dean breathes out, running to stand in front of him, “Cas, you okay? I - we saw a flash...”

“I was being swarmed,” Cas tells them both, glancing over at the bodies of shifters, “I deemed you were both a safe enough distance away that I could allow some of my trueform to disable them. It seemed a more efficient method than to use my blade on them all.”

“You look sorta pale,” Dean mentions, nearing him, standing close, wanting to be closer, “are you hurt? You need anything?”

Staring resolutely at Dean, Cas firmly plants his feet down, lifts his chin, and tells him, “... a hug.”

“... what?”

Dean thinks Cas must be joking, but, frankly, Cas isn’t that good at joking, and he looks entirely too serious.

“I don’t feel perfectly well. What will make me feel better is a hug.”

When Dean huffs a half-laugh and rolls his eyes over to Sam, Cas specifies, “from you.”

Face flushing, Dean hates how pleased he is to hear Cas say that.

That’s idiotic, maybe. He’s been blatantly avoidant of Cas lately, and maybe this is just Castiel, the Rebel Angel, calling Dean on his bullshit, because when he sees an immovable object, he becomes an unstoppable force, and he becomes an immovable object when faced with an unstoppable force.

This is just what Cas does.

“... seriously,” Dean says more than asks.

“Yes.”

As if Sam’s surprise-slack face will provide any kind of out, Dean looks to him for help, but predictably is met with a shrug.

Turning back to Cas, whose eyes have not left his face for a second, Dean feels his heart thump hard, and that makes his embarrassingly warm face even warmer, which makes his hackles rise defensively.

Cas doesn’t say anything about Dean’s probably very obviously red face, though; he just stands there, waiting.

Dean doesn’t have any good excuse out of this, not when he’s being asked so directly.

“... God, fine, you little weirdo,” Dean mutters, stepping up close to Cas to take Cas into his arms.

Cas has this habit of hugging Dean around the neck, and, being that Cas is just a smidge shorter than Dean, it forces Dean down a little bit, maybe just an inch, but it makes Dean feel... big.

It occurs to Dean in this moment that Cas maybe does that on purpose; he knows Dean, he knows Dean more intimately than any other being would or could, and not in the academic sense - he doesn’t know all of Dean’s funny one-liner’s or embarrassing childhood memories, but he knows the fabric of Dean’s soul.

He knows the often times contradictory and paradoxical desires that make up Dean’s impossible dreams; he knows Dean wants to feel big and strong, and Cas is a giant in that vessel - he’s stronger and larger than what Dean can fathom, and he hugs Dean around the neck, as if to make himself smaller. As if to give Dean a moment of feeling like he’s the one protecting Cas.

Cas does that now; his arms loop around Dean’s neck, and Dean’s hands waffle near Cas’ sides for a second, but then plant themselves as Dean inwardly chants to himself that this isn’t awkward (which is probably making it awkward).

After a few beats, he pats Cas’ back to signify the end of the hug, but Cas doesn’t pull away.

Cas stays right where he is, and Dean suddenly realizes he’s hurt Cas’ feelings by avoiding him this long.

Oh, Dean thinks to himself, I was just thinking about myself again. I do that too much. Fuck. Did you think I wasn’t happy to see you? I could’ve leapt to the fuckin’ Moon when I saw you standing there, Cas, you stupid son of a bitch.

A little more repentant now, Dean slithers his arms more securely around Cas’ waist, gives him a proper embrace even as his hands start to shake, and he hears Cas sigh happily; Cas making that sound of relief is instant dopamine to Dean.

Their chests are pressed together, Dean thinks Cas can feel his heart beating harder than usual, but he tries not to mind Cas knowing; Cas would probably know even if Dean were at the bottom of the Atlantic.

“‘m sorry,” Dean mumbles quietly behind Cas’ ear, “... I’m sorry, Cas.”

“There is no need to apologize,” Cas assures him, his arms tightening, keeping Dean close, a hand coming to the back of Dean’s head, “I missed you very much, Dean.”

Beyond Dean’s control, tears well up in his eyes - he did miss Cas. He missed Cas more than he can safely say. He missed Cas so much, he wanted to fucking die.

He missed Cas and Cas doesn’t even know, he doesn’t get the scope of it, he probably wouldn’t believe it even if Dean were to try and explain it (with words he is very sure he doesn’t possess), because Dean’s spent weeks avoiding him, arguing with him, never happy with Cas staying or going.

They curl more into one another, slotting into place like puzzle pieces, and Dean’s hands smooth across Cas’ back, feeling at the broad strength of him, dragging that holistic comfort into him like he could shove Cas into his ribcage and put him there for safekeeping.

I’d quit hunting, Dean thinks to himself, nonsensically imagining Cas small enough to fit nestled next to his heart, I’d never put my life in danger again. I’d keep you right there, and I’d wear chest armor and I’d keep you safe with me, right there, forever. Part of me, where you belong, where I could protect you.

Dean knows that’s fucked up and codependent of him or whatever, but Cas never minds those fucked up parts of him. Cas is never fazed by how sick in the head Dean is, he barely ever bats an eye.

Even now - Cas isn’t letting go. He’s staying as long as Dean will keep him, and Dean knows he’s unwell, he knows his attachment issues are off the charts, but God, there’s such a profound comfort in the thought that as long as Dean keeps him, Cas isn’t inclined to stray.

If Dean doesn’t want to pull away, Cas won’t, because he wants however much Dean wants - or however much Dean is willing to take.

All this pent up, unspent tenderness rises up in Dean; he feels stupidly sentimental, protective, and much too comforted.

The soft shush of their hands moving across clothing, the light scrape of Cas’ dull nails across the nape of his neck, how they breathe in tandem, never pushing one another away even by a centimeter; it’s a sedative like Dean can’t remember last having.

I missed you. I missed you like crazy, Cas, Dean thinks at Cas, pulling away in this slow, syrupy way that doesn’t actually indicate he wants to stop touching Cas, and Cas actually picks up on that subtle cue and keeps Dean in his arms, though loosely enough to let Dean’s nose trail across his stubbled cheek.

Up this close, there’s the smell of Cas, his vitals there for Dean to track, to keep count of, to let lull him into a dream-like state of calm.

He doesn’t mean to kiss Cas.

It’s like he’s sleepwalking; dazedly, he just turns his head, lets his nose and lips drag across Cas’ face, and he naturally slots into place there. He kisses Cas because Cas is there to kiss, and it only makes sense. It’s the only thing that makes any sense.

Not a single thought is crossing Dean’s mind when he does it. His eyes are shut, he’s breathing in deeply, moving his lips just so, sleepy, lazy, even. He doesn’t know where his hands are. He’s floating.

His tongue is met with zero resistance, his blood flashes hot across his body, his dick twitches with interest, and it’s like his whole body is thrumming with; Cas, Cas, Cas, smell of Cas, sound of Cas, taste of Cas, feel of Cas, Cas close, Cas good, Cas safe, Cas mine, safe with me, in my arms, need to touch, need to protect, missed him, love him, love him...

Something Dean does with his tongue in Cas’ mouth makes Cas’ breath hitch, and that’s when Dean’s frontal cortex comes back online and he realizes he is kissing Castiel on the mouth.

As if he’s stuck a fork in an outlet, Dean flies backwards, scrambling away from Cas, realizing with mounting terror what he’s just done.

His heart rate ratchets up, his stomach twists into knots, he remembers Sam is right fucking there, and he looks over at Sam, who’s looking at him in shock - having known each other all their lives, they have one simple exchange in silence.

Sam’s face says, I can’t believe you just did that!

Dean’s face replies, panicked, this is why I was keeping my distance. This is why I wouldn’t touch him. This is why I wasn’t supposed to touch him.

Sam’s face falls - Dean can’t tell who he feels sorry for, but either way, he hates it.

Too scared now to look back and see the state of Cas, Dean silently begs Sam, ... what have I done?

#destiel #deancas #melanie writes #melanie has friends #to be continued ...?#drabble

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lawlietscaramels · 9 months

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I think you and 🍰 have mentioned it before, but I’d love to hear your thoughts about the way the musical portrays L. The concept album was my introduction to Death Note as well, but I feel like the L in the songs is a much more dramatic take on L? Which, y’know, makes sense, since it’s ✨musical theatre✨ and all. Like, “The Game Begins” is SO fun, but we’d never get a monologue like it from L in the manga or anime. Idk, the musical paints a bit of a different image of L to me. Not a bad one at all, just a different one.

-🎲

holy space cows 🎲 anon okay let's go! again answering this before my other asks because it's more me rambling than an actual story

GOOOOOD musical L when I first watched the musical I wanted to pick him up take him out of the screen and squeeze him like a stress ball. honestly I loved (love?) him maybe even more than anime L dhdhhdh

I'll put a break in here because I think I'm gonna say a lot

like. he did so many things like anime L (I've never read the manga so I see that L as "base" L) but also I feel had his own quirks. like how he hopped onto chairs (Teen Angst L did this too but because it was screen not stage it felt different. I've done stage acting before so maybe it's just me but screen doesn't feel as close, I just loooove stage acting, UGH. This was also why it was more dramatic in some places, you have to act for the whole audience but, I'm assuming you didn't see it live, WAIT have you even watched the recorded version?? It's on YouTube it's sooo good the subtitles are great too, you can sing along to the songs. it's in Japanese tho. Anyway my point was going to be, because you're acting for people really far away, your movements will be big and dramatic and you'll notice this if it's recorded up close).

HIS VOICE WAS SO NICE TOO like damn this is a fine ass man. His songs, I agree looking back at them they aren't all things anime L would say, especially not unprompted. But I don't think that it was so far out of character that it was unbelievable, you know? I actually think that though yes, the Game Begins was dramatic, that was just the song and not the tone of it, if that makes sense. I'd say songs like Playing His Game and (I can't remember the name but the one LawLight duet they sing at the college? not the tennis one. UGH I know the Japanese...) Anyway, I'd say those songs are more ooc. Cause I think L sees all of his cases as a game, his job as a game. Like yes he cares about human life but he also only takes on interesting cases. I've heard this is more like his manga version, which is kinda cool that this "headcanon" of mine is "canon."

AHAHA anyway the point I was actually going to make with that paragraph was: in the final song (a little ooc but in some lines very in character) L holds this one "O" note that makes me go WEAK IN THE KNEES and of course Light is singing over it at the same time, sobs. This is in the Japanese version. I prefer that version overall, but I like some of the English songs too, like Playing His Game and Requiem. So if you haven't listened to it YOU SHOULD!! It's on YouTube music, you can search up english song name + death note musical. A lot of them are by "LyricNear" I think. and you can ofc watch the full musical. but aaaa the final song breaks my heart but I have to listen to that goddamn note... you guys... you don't understand.

Uh, the musical did of course take some creative liberties. There was no Matsuda which I will always bring up because it is a crime, MUSICAL REMISA WAS THE BEST, the limited runtime cut plots and explanations (I kind of appreciated the ending, though I cried because I was hoping it would end differently), and I don't think they had a Watari. Actually thinking about that, that's probably the most ooc L thing in the whole movie: being able to take care of himself. (well presumably to some degree considering he's still alive at the start)

But yeah... I love musical L... I don't mind when he's ooc because it only disrupts soft headcanons of mine, not hard ones. I also haven't watched it for a while so I may be misremembering some things, but still. Gosh I really want to hug him... his clothes look so soft.... maybe I'll just steal his voice box/j

#lei chats #lei's lawliet #musical L is literally the sun and moon and stars to me #death note #death note musical #l lawliet #dn #death note headcanons #death note hc #death note l #rambles #death note the musical #so many thoughts #🎲 anon #anons

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lorethebookworm · 2 months

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There are soooo many good animatics, Gigi is def one of the best animators out there, when it comes to overall storytelling for Epic for multiple reasons I absulutley LOVE WolfieTheWitche's designs of Odysseus though, its probably my favorite because wolfies animatics are realllyyy emotionally expressive theres also still a handful of other animators, several (most of them ) of which have by now also been hired by Jorge now for offical animatics for the livestreams I actually do highly recommend animatics because they do give a lot of context to the story than the songs themselves sometimes (eg. polites :"), the baby getting dropped etc) while the artists often do take some creative liberties a lot of them do try to combine offical statements from Jorge with whats known about ancient greece and homers odysee to make it into reallyy amazing animatics, and bc i cant resist im going to send you two playlists ive made, one has my personal favorite animatics of each song so far, so that it becomes kind of a movie to watch, and another playlist with p much every full-version animatic ive found from epic so you can check out some more if you want! ive started creating a playlist for animatic snippets but i havent gotten far with it yet https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL8aJtnq6T7SnUazf_B9STh5a56HLnm989 Animatics "Movie" https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL8aJtnq6T7SlN1S56Q-Q3kcqwCYsR55Gv All full version animatics i could find so far the only song we dont have a full version animatic by now is Different Beast but Im hoping we'll get one sooon 👉👈 no pressure to watch any of that ofc, but i do recommend them! (it hurts even more that way)

So what I'm hearing is that you are offering me an Epic movie? Like it's nothing ? And you're telling me "no pressure to watch it" ? GIRL I'LL WATCH THE SHIT OUT OF IT THANK YOU SO MUCH AKKSKSKSJJS

I might end up screaming about the animatics in your asks. I might not. I recommend sleeping with one eye open bestie love youu <3 <3

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fatratbabyy · 1 year

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hi! i really love your designs, the colours are always really well done anf the characters are full of life.. and i love how your rewrites give the characters complexity and make them really interesting to me, much more so than canon(though i am a fan of some ideas introduced there, they don’t quite turn out in ways that make sense to me)! i’ve been wondering a few things about helluva troupe for a while however and hopefully the answers aren’t spoilers, lol.. in HT, what is Fizz’s involvement with the ‘troupe’ and what is stolas’s involvement too.? i wish you much luck on your work as it is lovely to see! (also apologies for my silly username)

Thank You!

Thank you so much that means a lot!! waaAahee! It makes me happy to see people interested 🥺👉👈

With Fizz it's,,, a bit Fuzzy, because hilariously he's the whole reason I made this AU among other things But I ended up makinh him a sorta side character antag again because while originally he was going to be part of the main crew from the start of HT's storyline, as I went along in trying to write I saw some cool hcs about his star clown days and so I thought to use the more canonized view- mostly in that he's a star clown during the events of HT instead of dropping the show life to join Blitz in I.M.P. That previous version is why you see him in the I.M.P references- and hinty hoo that ol version isnt completely null and voice to the current HT

ANYWAY so yeah- While Fizz isn't as much a main character as he was he still has a great deal of importance to the story and themes I want to express in HT. When it comes to him and the Troupe itself, I could best describe him as one of the biggest foils or parallels to the main cast. Just,, he's this golden image that represents their every want fulfilled. For Blitz especially given their thick history heehooo. (That's not to say this 'golden image' is entirely as it seems btw...)

Now it sounds much like canon I know but I like to think I'm taking a different direction with it- It's not really just the "haha you suck with relationships, fuck, shit, pénis im doing better look at my good relationship" nonsense cuz for 1. Fizzarozzie does nOT exist anymore- its Mamzie now 😊 (Mammon + Ozzie) and 2. The themes with Fizz and really most of HT has less to do with the melodramatic romance "will they wont they" of Stolitz (which isnt really a thing either) and more the struggle impoverished and oppressed peoples experience with success, failure, identity, community, family, status, history, trauma, etccc. Specifically, because I am an indigenous person from Canada, a lot of the themes are drawn from my own experiences, knowledge and history as an indigenous person. Though with execution, creative liberties were taken to make the fact they're in Hell clear btww-

That very likely did nOT answer jour question but i amn,,,stoopi 😭😭😭 simpler answer i suppose maybe by chance would be Fizz is an eventual antagonist to I.M.P. Specifics and how it happens and wheNNN?? Im still not sure yet if im honest- been really busy the last year or so and so Ive hadnt had any time or energy to work as much on writing all the things! ;u; thats probs disappointing to hear cuz plaNNing and all is important if you're gonna post story stuff at all,,, but !! I do hope to work more on the story this year so i can wrap up all these floating ideas into a Concrete line of stuff cuz truly all im missing is the middle pieces. Maybe an HT comic will be real this/or next year! 👀🏃

ANYHOOT ONTO STOLAS! i rambled a bit too much about Fizz cuz im still figuring him out- Stolas might be a bit shorter cuz his role is sweet and simplisticerr.

So, Stolas is an antagonist. He and Blitz still have an exchange sort of deal, but the deal is Blitz gets to keep the grimoire for I.M.P if he handles Stolas' "errands" and gives it back on the full moon with ofc none of the uh,,hawny stuff, obv. Blitz kinda keeps this deal under wraps from the rest of I.M.P because for him, it hurts his pride to admit he's in need of some big guy's help. And Stolas is somewhat aware of this. And so, Stolas is this looming, cruel threat that Blitz carries the burden of cuz he's stubborn as fuck whilst the rest of I.M.P remain ignorant.

Some bonus notes that dont really have to do with Stolas involvement with imp but jus how stuff ive changed with his canon influence the story diff than canon; so, Stella isnt a thing anymore. In general the Goetia work much differently- majority of the Goetia being the children of Ozzie instead of Paimon (who is Stolas' sibling now btw too) and the Goetia being thousands of years old instead of fucking 30- Also! While Via is existant she is but a baby instead of a moody teen,, ties heavily with Stolas' motives and how he operates as a character, royal, and Goetian and felt it would work better with how HT Stolas is as a character than it would otherwise.

Also no worries about the username! I dont like canon stolas much either lol,,;

I apologize if this didnt answer much 😭 feel free to let me know if you wanna hear about somn else gwahgh 🏃

#Helluva Troupe #redthreadduo #helluva boss

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Ugh!

I am a firm believer of Stray Kids ending their contract with JYP and I will die on this hill. I don’t mean it in a mean way ofc, bc I love them so much, but I mean in a Fuck JYP way. What the fuck has JYP done for them besides put money in their pocket? All he has done is given them problems with their personal image (body, face), harsh restrictions as well as has gone out of his way to make not only himself look bad but his group. Why should SKZ continue to work with someone like him? I mean he has silenced them SO many times, like the Chan’s room situation where he made Chan APOLOGIZE for something other people took out of context. And don’t even get me started on when Hyunjin was forced to say that he was fine in Italy without any bodyguards when we all know as a fandom that you can.not.send.your.idols.anywhere.ALONE. Hyunjin is a very attractive and popular man and people are CRAZY, something could’ve happened to him there. JYP sucks and I hope that not only Stray Kids but the other groups see this as well. Personally, I would not want someone like him over me. I want Stray Kids to be an independent group because honestly a lot of kpop groups nowadays are just trash and untrustworthy, and I stand by that. JYP should not have a platform the way that he does and anyone can honestly fight me over it because I will rot on this hill!!!!!!! He’s not a good person AND he’s not a good manager whatever the fuck he is. Also fuck all the JYP staff idc I don’t like them either bc why is Minho dressed in the same white shirt, black tie combo every time for every fucking thing? A NYC Fashion student has more dress sense than they do sometimes. AND HOLY FUCK can they lay off the bleach for Felix’s hair, I’m not being a hater but DAMNN I just want to see his hair some other color and nobody can’t tell me he doesn’t want it either cos if I were him I’d grow so tired of being blonde. If he likes it then I’ll take it back but there’s no way he likes being blonde all the DAMN time.

But I’ll always be with skz until the very last step out. It’s a blessing and a curse, a blurse if you will. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

The “Ugh!” that prefaces this message is everything to me. I love you and I love this ted talk

I would be fascinated to see skz under an independent label as well. There’s been such a rise in cases of it happening likely since the CBX departure of EXO and I really appreciate all of the freedom and creative liberty that comes along with if. I honestly don’t think I know enough about JYPE to say that one decision would be better than another one, but I definitely understand the concern with the current state of things and the want for them to depart from the current label. I think aside from skz they also seem to be struggling a fair bit right now, stocks fell 11.52% within the last quarter at almost twice of what Hybe’s fell. Which is really saying something considering the sheer decline Hybe is currently facing

I think all your reasons are very valid and your concerns make total sense. And I would especially be interested to see Minho in something other than white shirt/black tie combo !!

(❤️🫶)

#anon <3 #ask

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aberooski · 1 year

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Okay but hear me out.

A Big Time Movie/GX au

Obviously we're taking some creative liberties here

In the band we have:

Atticus - Leader/pretty boy heartthrob, our main character. Having the time of his life on tour until they get sucked into a spy caper! It's kinda fun though lol. Totally in once they learn that the entire world is in jeopardy! If they can't save the world they can't continue the tour!

Jaden - cute lovable moron, the first to realize there's some weird stuff going on, but he just kinda brushes it off at first. It's fiiiiiiiiine! .....or is it 👀 literally so into the idea of being a spy dude.

Bastion - the smart one/token British member, very against the idea of going along with the spy stuff when it goes down. It's not safe and they have their tour and other responsibilities to worry about! Besides, they're not spies! They should leave this to the professionals! Cue Logan getting shot with darts and literally dragged along 3 times

Aster - bad boy with a heart of gold, actually knew Sartorius when they were kids, but he disappeared one day and he never heard from him again. Honestly upset to learn he's now an evil cult leader bent on world domination and probably doesn't even remember who he is anymore... but saving the world would mean saving Sartorius right...? Only one way to find out.

And our other main cast:

Sartorius - Sir Atticus Moon Our villain, leader of the Society of Light ofc, trying to take over the world via his evil satellite a la both the actual movie and season 2 lolol

Adrian - Hammer guy Sartorius's head goon, former spy gone rogue and now working with Sartorius to take over the world! But maybe he has his own ulterior motives.... 👀

Chazz - Katie Atty's bf who's along for the ride on the tour, the "princess" of this spy movie, gets kidnapped by the Society both to force the guys to back off and his high societal standing makes him a valuable hostage, potentially a bargaining chip.

Alexis - Mrs. Knight Was invited to come with them on the tour also by Atty, honestly she's just here to keep a low profile and have a good fun time as far as she's concerned. She and Chazz are just hanging out while the guys are getting dragged into their spy caper. Everyone just kinda starts disappearing around her and she's losing her mind aksks

Jesse - Penny Lane Jaden's love interest. In his own spy team with Jim and Axel and formerly Adrian before he went rogue, working to stop Sartorius from taking over the world! Too bad their agency thinks the three of them have also gone rogue to pursue this case...

Crowler - Gustavo The band's manager, a real dad. Loves these kids a lot but he's tough on them, he knows they can be the greatest ever if they work hard enough for it! Is captured by the spy agency and interrogated about the whole endeavor but poor dad has no idea what's going on he hasn't seen his kids all day! What on earth have they gotten themselves into???

Ms. Fontaine - Kelly Crowler's assistant, the only one with a braincell around here. Literally this whole operation would fall apart without her.

Jim and Axel - MI6 agent Simon Lane Undercover and in hiding from their spy agency since they've been designated rogue even though they're not, trying to stop Sartorius from taking over the world but also trying to figure out whatever ulterior plan Adrian has of his own and stop him, got separated from Jesse so they gotta find him and regroup! Very confused by the boy band getting caught up in their mission akskskks also Shirley is here and she is best girl.

Sheppard - Leader of the spy agency, just a silly guy lol

@chazz-is-a-zelda-fan can I interest you in a crackhead stormshipping au on this fine Saturday?

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The Day Before You ~ Part 3

My Blurb: So i took some creative liberty with the Performance Center. As always if you didn’t write it don’t post it anywhere. And if someone else is interested in being added to my lil tag list feel free to message me!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Cor Meum = My Heart (Latin)

Summary: Forced into an awkward dance with a stranger at Sheamus’s wedding, Ridge doesn’t think he’ll ever see her again until she turns up at a show a few months later with Sheamus’s wife and he gets a second chance.

Pairing: Ridge Holland x OFC Lyssa Hutchinson

Warnings: None

Tagging: @pioched @snarkandsarcasmftw @pikapuff316 @moxskitten

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Claire burst into my office causing me to jump and nearly spill my coffee. My glare turned to confusion when I looked up as she held the door open for a delivery man to bring in a vase of flowers. “Ms. Hutchinson?” he asked, glancing at his clipboard.

“That’s me,” I walked around my desk to sign the paper he held out before handing me the vase and heading out of my office. The flowers were beautiful; roses, lilies and carnations in a variety of pinks paired with green chrysanthemums and other greenery I didn’t recognize. I set them on my desk and pulled the card from its holder, “Have a great monday, Ridge”. I grinned like an idiot as I leaned down to smell them, only to be reminded by a throat clearing that Claire was still in my office.

“So I take it the date with muscle man went very well?” she wiggled her eyebrows at me and I blushed before returning to my chair.

“We had a great time, he was sweet and romantic. He set up dinner at a gazebo on the water. He was a gentleman, pulled out my chair, opened doors, walked me to my apartment, and brought flowers.” I smiled, running my finger along one of the petals.

Claire smiled again, sitting in one of the chairs in front of my desk, “so no ungentlemanly behavior?”

“It was all very chaste.” I grinned back at her and was rewarded with an eye roll from my assistant.

“We have got to get you away from editing the historical romances for a while.” she grumbled but I could see the gleam in her eye. “Are you taking him to the wedding?”

I scrunched my nose up at her question, “I don’t know, things are still kinda new, wouldn’t that be weird? Plus I think the assumption was that it would be Astaire coming with me.”

“She’s your friend, I'm sure she realized by now that’s not happening anymore. Plus imagine the look on Astaire’s smug face when you show up with Mr. Muscles.” Clarie sighed dramatically and fanned herself, standing and heading out of the office when she heard the phone on her desk ringing.

“He has a name!” I yelled after her before opening my phone to send a message to Ridge.

“Thank you for the flowers, they are beautiful! *heart eyes emoji*”

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I grinned at the text from Lyssa, it had been a split second decision to send her flowers this morning. Remembering the look on her face when I gave her the bouquet before our date made me want to do it again. I hit reply, sending her a quick message.

“You're very welcome.”

“How’s promo day going?”

“Lots of snarling at the camera and keeping track of Butch.”

“Haha, still good for tonight?”

“Absolutely, I should be finishing up when you get here. Gotta go, our turn again.”

I stuck my phone in my back pocket and grabbed Butch, dragging him to the studio again. We were all filming promos for the upcoming PPV and getting new headshots done. Lyssa was coming by after work and I was going to show her around the PC. Her eyes had lit up and she’d almost squealed with excitement when it was brought up. I was pretty much willing to do whatever she wanted as long as she kept smiling at me, I was in serious trouble and I knew it. Sheamus gave me a hard time, but as a newlywed he didn’t have much room to talk when it came to women.

We wrapped up a few hours later, I walked out with Butch and Sheamus to meet Lyssa in the parking lot. She had texted when she left work and should arrive shortly. Sure enough, her blue car pulled in as Sheamus was pulling out. She beamed when I opened her door, greeting me with a hug the second she stepped out.

“I never thought I would be excited to see a gym.” She admitted, slinging her purse over her shoulder after tossing the keys in it.

I chuckled, “Well it’s pretty impressive, there’s lots of other rooms for promos, videos and stuff too.”

“You aren’t going to get in trouble for showing me are you? Isabella said she hasn’t even been here.” Lyssa slid her hand into mine, gripping tightly as we headed to the entrance.

“Nah, there’s usually a family member or two being shown around. Isabella has probably never been because Sheamus is a jealous guy. Doesn’t want anyone hitting on what’s his.” I grinned at her, loving the way she rolled her eyes at my statement.

“Oh, and you don’t get jealous?” She smirked back at me.

“I’m more of a show off what I have kinda guy.” I replied with a wink, entering the first door that led to the gym area.

“That explains why you are never wearing sleeves.” She ran her hand up my arm slowly, grinning when she reached the edge of the tanktop, before tracing back down and capturing my hand again. “Not that I’m complaining.”

I barely managed to contain a groan, I was quickly becoming addicted to her hands on me. I pulled her closer, turning so that our bodies were almost flush. I pulled the hand holding mine to my mouth, kissing it gently, “Careful cor meum…”

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I’m pretty sure I stopped breathing for a second, before my body reactivated when his lips touched my hand and it felt like the temperature rose 30 degrees. I couldn’t stop staring at Ridge, Nothing was touching but our hands but it felt like an electric current was zapping between our bodies. I licked my lips, attempting to relieve the sudden dryness, watching the way his eyes picked up on the movement. I opened my mouth to ask him what cor meum meant and why it made a warmth wash over my body.

“Hey Holland! Who’s the pretty little thing you have trapped over there?” A voice interrupted me and I felt Ridge tense beside me, turning to see two guys heading towards us from the entrance. It took me a minute but I recognized them as members of Legado Del Fantasma.

“Nothing you two could handle,” Ridge retorted, his hand dropping mine and wrapped around my waist. “Lyssa, meet Joaquin and Del Toro.” I waved, snuggling into Ridge’s side.

“Like you handled Imperium last week?” I was pretty sure that was Del Toro.

“A loss to Imperium is nothing when it's a good fight, I think the crowd fell asleep during yours.” Ridge shrugged before turning to me, effectively dismissing whatever they were about to say in return. “You ready for the tour?”

I smiled at him, nodding and letting him lead me away. We spent the next couple hours roaming around the building, me asking questions about different rooms or equipment and him explaining it to me in detail. It was clear wrestling was his passion and he took great pride in it. We finally circled back around to the room connected to the gym that had a couple of practice rings in it.

It was empty and I ran my hands over the ring apron. I had never seen a ring this close and it was different then I had imagined. Ridge easily hopped up and sat on the middle ring rope, lifting the top one up. “Come on” he held a hand out to me and I quickly grabbed it, letting him haul me up and guide me through the ropes until I was standing inside the ring.

“This is bouncier than I expected,” I tested bouncing a little on the balls of my feet.

Ridge laughed, “A lot of people think that. The padding depends on the kind of match you’re going to have. Sometimes they pad it a little more when the high fliers get in the ring.”

“Or when you send someone flying?” I questioned, he shrugged in response. I put my hands up in a fight position. “I could totally take you.”

Ridge raised an eyebrow at me, “I’m easily three times your size.”

“So? I’m fast and I have a secret weapon.” I replied lightly punching his arm.

He laughed before putting his hands up to match my stance, “What’s your secret weapon?”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a secret.” I stuck my tongue out, dancing away when he made a quick lunge to grab me. We went back and forth like that for a while. I was aware he wasn’t trying his hardest but I appreciated it all the same. I would get close enough to lightly kick or punch him and he would attempt to grab me. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be good enough to beat me one day.” My sentence ended in a squeal when he grabbed my waist and very gently belly to belly suplexed me to the mat.

“What’s this about a secret weapon, I’m about to pin you.” Ridge leaned over me with a gleam in his eye.

Smiling, I reached up and grabbed head, pulling his face to mine and pressing my lips to his. He froze for a fraction of a second before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer. Somehow I wound up straddling his lap, crushed tightly to his chest and he deepened the kiss. I had done it as a knee jerk reaction to his taunt but found myself getting lost in the way his lips moved over mine. We finally broke away when I shifted in his lap and rubbed against something very hard causing him to groan.

“Ignore that,” he whispered, resting his forehead against mine. I was pleased to see that he was breathing as heavily as I was. I started to reply but was stopped by Ridge’s body tensing under mine. I looked at him to see him glaring over my shoulder at something. “We’re leaving.” he quickly pulled me up, readjusting himself discreetly.

“Why?” I looked around, confused by his sudden change. That’s when I realized there was a window between the gym and the ring area. Wilde and Del Toro were in the gym, quite clearly watching us.

“They’ve been watching us the whole time.” his arms were tense as he lifted me off the ring apron. “And if they look at you like that again, I’m going to fucking kill them.”

I bit my lip to hide my grin at his sudden protectiveness. “I thought you weren’t a jealous guy?”

“Apparently I am where you’re concerned.” he grumbled, shooting a glare at the two wrestlers before leaving the room.

“It’s kinda hot,” I whispered, blushing when he looked down at me with a raised eyebrow.

He pulled me close to him, leaning down until his lips were almost touching mine before whispering, “You’re going to be the death of me cor meum.” and then closed the gap with another searing kiss.

#micole writes things now #ridge holland #ridge holland fic #ridge holland x ofc #The Day Before You

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