#sarcastic bitch mode is on

[maybeweshould]

Choose your fighter. 😅

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Generally fucking love how today so far has been testing my will of not losing it completely, given my mom has been nothing but bitchy to me all day over the money to the point of blaming me somehow for her choosing to sell her Switch that she got for christmas that she literally hasn't touched since then and now my dad is starting on me because he's either tired or drunk.

[treysimp]

Do You Wanna Make Out On My Couch? (Explicit Remix)

Side: Ignihyde (Idia)/AFAB!Reader (Reader has a vagina)

Idia/AMAB!Reader Version

The time has come, lovely readers, for a spicy conclusion.

This is a continuation of the work "Do You Want to Make Out on My Couch (Part 4)". Said fic is also included below if you want to re-read the beginning or this is your first time seeing this work.

Reader not described other than their junk, and pronouns are not used for them.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, M/F sexual relations, handjobs, oral sex, questionable use of the word "smoocharoo", ask to tag for more.

SFW Works in this series:

Savannahclaw | Scarabia | Octinavielle | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Heartslabyul | Diasomnia

To skip straight to the action, scroll to the second picture of Idia, thanks!

“…are you okay? Did you like… hit your head or something?”

Idia flatly questioned you, his shoulders shrugged up to his ears and his eyes narrowed into a suspicious glare. It was very him to be so blasé and sarcastic at the first sign of vulnerability, but you had to admit you were a bit hurt. You were putting yourself out there, you know?

“Are you really going to pretend that I am not into your cringe ass at this point? Who do you take me for?” You spat, crossing your arms with a huff. If he was going to play dumb, you were simply going to drive him into a corner until he couldn’t.

“Cringe? You’re cringe! You couldn’t even beat BloodScorne without my help, and you put it on easy mode!” He threw back, his glare melting into a sardonic smile that showed off the razor-sharp teeth behind his cool-tinted lips. “Fake gamer.” He finished with a shrug, looking ridiculously pleased with himself. 

“I can and have beat it! I just did that so you’d spend time with me, moron!” Oh this bitch, you were going to kill his skinny ass.

“Moron! Are you kidding me? You’re the moron! Asking me to make out with you out of nowhere when I’m clearly in love with you, how stupid can you get?” 

Your expression curled into a smirk equally as fast as Idia’s face fell in horror.

“So you’re in love with me?” You ask triumphantly. An eyebrow quirked in mock derision. You tilted your head to the side in faux-curiosity. And this guy says he’s a genius, pfft.

“Ah…” eyes wide, shoulders trembling and hair flickering pink at the tips, Idia suddenly finds the ground under his shoes incredibly interesting. 

You could barely hear him mumble, “What does it matter? You’re never going to reciprocate so…” he signed, "...why even try?"

You inhaled through your nose and out through your mouth. Okay, so it was the self-hate thing. You could work with that.

“Idia. Do you think I go around propositioning randos every damn day?” You say, your eyes crinkling at the corners at the idea. 

Part of why you both got along so well was because of how badly you both were when it came to relationships. It was a common topic of your late-night bitching sessions: 'what awkward thing did you do today?' or 'do you wanna hear this dumb thing I did as a kid' or 'wow I relate to this anime I just watched, it's about this loser gamer who gets a harem' (okay that last one was just Idia).  

His jaw snapped shut. Of course, he didn’t think you went around hitting on strangers! But how could… someone like you… and him…

“Why me?” He asked, “Out of all of your options how could it possibly be me?” He almost felt like crying in disbelief. If he were you... He would never...

“Because we have a lot in common. And because I like oblivious assholes apparently.” You say, rubbing your forehead. You felt a headache coming on.

Feeling driven into a corner, Idia stood in silence. He had imagined this scenario so many times, he had run the calculations in his mind over and over but they never gave him good results. Even in his fantasies, he failed.

Try as he might, Idia was quickly running out of excuses, and the intentional evenness of his voice was long-lost in his squeaky attempts at arguments. 

“Look,” you sigh, “I promise this smoocharoo won’t kill you.” You punctuate your sentence with a wink, which did nothing to calm down Idia as you gently tugged on the sleeve of his hoodie.

“Very funny.” He replies flatly. “I almost died, you know.”

You laughed, “Yeah, that would have been a shame.” 

“...I wouldn’t mind seeing you in that suit again though.” You mumble mostly to yourself, but Idia 100% heard you. 

Coincidentally, Idia was also suddenly overcome with the thought of how you would look in formal wear, like if you were to go to a wedding together - ah, no no no not going there! Shut the fuck up, brain Idia! SHUT UP! 

Noticing his distress, you took the opportunity to lean forward to rest your forehead on his. As you suspected, it felt like a furnace. You frowned. 

“Do you have a fever or something? Is that why you don’t want to kiss me?” He had already admitted to liking you, what's the hold-up?

Idia shook his head aggressively, flame hair splaying out frantically at his denial. He paused for a moment and took a deep breath, taking in your features and how soft your skin felt against his own. Your eyes gleamed in the dim light, teeth sparkling as you laughed at his frantic head motion and he was hit with a slight scent of mint from the gum he had given you earlier. What would you taste like? Would you also taste like that gum? 

Unthinkingly moving despite his previous over-the-top protests, Idia let that intrusive thought carry himself to your lips in a feather-light peck. 

Your eyes widened, but just as he was about to apologize for his sudden change of mind, you pulled him back in place.

Anime and manga said that kisses felt like marshmallows and tasted like lemon, but he couldn’t say he agreed. 

This one, right here right now? It was mint, and something else warm and wet and entirely unique, but certainly you. He inhaled through his nose as you both continued your soft and shy kisses. 

His hands threaded through your hair to pull you closer and he wondered if all of this was just a very realistic dream. You both separated for a moment, eyes half-lidded and breath coming out in short puffs that were lightly defined in the cold air. 

“Are you going to let me inside?” He asked, feeling newfound confidence pulse through him as he nibbled at your ear. 

He felt the sharp inhale you took against his neck, and he couldn’t help but smile. He was the one making you act like this. No one else. Just him. 

Pulling away from his embrace, you slowly nodded as you opened the door to Ramshackle to let you both inside. 

Idia followed you silently with his hands in his pockets. Despite how warm he felt, burying himself in his hoodie let him think for a moment. He wished you both were in his room right now instead. It would be way more comfortable than… this. 

He supposed that you’re not supposed to complain when the hottest commodity on campus is coming onto you, though. Not that he would dare. As much as he liked to complain, he did like you more… not that he would ever say it out loud.  

You physically pull Idia out of his thoughts when you push him onto the couch gently. He lands with a soft thud and a squeak of surprise. 

Idia really could be cute sometimes, huh? 

You climbed onto his lap, looking down at his face and slowly taking in all of his features. His kohl-lined eyes, his dark lips, the flickers and waves of his hair, you loved all of it. 

It was hard not to stare at him sometimes, his beauty was so otherworldly and yet somehow the only other person who took notice was a damn ghost! 

Not that you minded the lack of competition. 

“Idia…” you breathed, lowering your face down so that your lips almost skimmed his again, “...are you okay with this?” You asked. 

You had been incredibly forward this whole time, but you didn’t want this thing to be one-sided. As much as you would be disappointed, you would back off if he asked. You’ve waited this long, after all. 

Idia was silent, pointed teeth worrying over his lower lip. He seemed to be having a very heated internal debate, but you let him stew in silence for a moment. It was okay not to rush him, as much as you wanted to. 

Finally, with a look of determination, Idia placed his hands on either side of your hips and ground up against you, a whine slipping from his mouth while the rose color that had been dip-dying his hair began spreading slowly upward. 

“Haah…” he exhaled with a hiccup, watery eyes looking up at you pleadingly. 

“Please, don’t stop.”

A smirk spread across your lips as you watched his face as he so desperately begged for you. He thought that he got to be haughty this whole time and you would still indulge him? 

Well okay, he was right but you would never admit it. 

“Hmm, I don’t know…” you say, grinding down even harder on his lap, pretending like you couldn’t decide what to do next.

Clawing at your hips, Idia bucked into you again, desperately seeking friction that he wouldn’t be able to get through the fabric separating you. Looking at the flush on his face you couldn’t help but think that you weren’t going to let this boy sleep tonight without having him scream your name.

Teasingly, you pull yourself from his lap, ignoring the whine from Idia and the way that his hand trails through your hair as he whimpers at the loss of your warm body from his own. 

Snapping open the button of his pants with a flick of your wrist, you opt to go a little showier and pull his zipper down with your teeth, earning a thick swallow from Idia as his eyes once again became as large as saucers.

“You look really good like this.” you chuckle, grasping his waistband to gingerly pull his pants from his hips. Idia obliged you, lifting his hips to allow you to slide the fabric down to his knees. 

You eyed the shape of his bulge in his pants, curiously smoothing your hand over the thin cotton of his boxers. Idia softly gasped, and you continued to trail your hands up his torso. Arriving at his collarbone and tracing it lightly, you gently move to push his jacket from his shoulders and lift his shirt so you could get a view of his chest. 

You weren’t entirely sure how you felt to see that he had a little tone to his chest and waist. Some people won the genetic lottery, you supposed.

“Like what you see?” came a shaky snark from above you. Snapping your gaze to his golden one, Idia’s face was clouded with an air of overwhelming smugness. You grabbed a light blue nipple and rolled it between your thumb and pointer finger in response, earning another harsh breath from him. 

“...yeah. I do,” you say, lowering your face to his unattended-to nipple to slowly run your tongue across it. 

“N-not fair…” he replies, uselessly bucking up himself at you, not able to find purchase in the threadbare fabric of your shitty couch. “Let me do that…” he pleaded, half-lidded gaze intensifying as he pulled you back onto his lap, making quick work of your blouse and jacket and throwing them to the side. 

He stared at you unashamedly, hands drifting behind you to unsnap your bra (but not without a bit of a struggle, which made you giggle and made him bite your neck lightly in annoyance). 

Idia’s hands fell to his side as he stared at you openly. It felt like he was trying to burn this image into his mind forever. You rubbed at your neck anxiously, feeling embarrassed at his prolonged gaze. Snapping back to the present moment, Idia gingerly reached for your chest and began lightly massaging. 

As impossible as it seemed, he was getting even harder below you. Idia curved at the waist to reach you as he mirrored the actions you had taken upon him earlier, giving one nipple the softest of kitten-licks at the other busied itself twisting and pulling on the other. 

Your breath was growing short. It was embarrassing to be like this, embarrassing to see how he was looking at you, but you couldn’t help but want to pinch yourself, flashing back to all of your wet dreams that had paled in comparison to this moment. 

Idia leaned forward and pushed you onto your back slowly, keeping a palm on the back of your head to be sure that you didn’t hit it. 

“Let me taste you… I’m dying to taste you…” he said, sharp teeth gleaming in the low light. You nodded slowly, he could probably ask to kill you at this point and you’d let him.

Making quick work of your bottoms, it suddenly felt significantly colder with the lack of fabric covering your body. You struggled not to cover yourself, but Idia’s hungry gaze and the lick he spread across his lips were certainly helping to distract you.

Feeling warm puffs of air on your navel, you felt a sudden enticingly warm wetness trailing down to right above your pussy. You could hear Idia’s breath speed up as you felt a soft kiss being placed on your lower lips, a scrape of pointed teeth catching them gently. 

Your breath hitched as Idia’s mouth traveled lower, tracing your lips thoroughly with surprisingly dexterous flicks of his tongue. You looked down at him in awe, hand covering your mouth as you panted from his motions.

“It’s even sweeter than I thought,” he said with a chuckle, sparing a piercing glance at you from between your thighs. “Don’t cover your mouth like that, okay?” 

You nodded and lowered your hand just in time for Idia to slowly press a single digit inside of you, his smile widening as he looked at the way your body shook from his actions.

“Mine… you’re mine, right? Right now… all mine…” his words sounded slightly feverish, but you couldn’t help but notice how harshly he was palming himself through his boxers while he continued his motions. 

“I-idia…” you whispered, he lifted his head from watching himself push his fingers in and out of you and looked at you in surprise like he had been caught red-handed.

“Yes?” He said, not stopping his movements for even a second, he might even be pressing harder than he was a moment ago. 

“I want…” you trailed off. What did you want?

“I want to feel you, inside… please.” 

Idia’s eyebrows shot up to the sky as he finally paused his motions. He swallowed thickly and nodded, pushing his boxers down and kicking them (and what little of his pants were around his calves) off of him. 

You had to take a moment to stare. His cock was thickly veined and long, the bloom of the head was the same blue as his lips. You thought you wanted him a moment ago, but you needed him now.

Idia began moving forward towards you, but you pushed back against his chest firmly. Looking at you in confusion, you cleared your throat to explain yourself.

“Let me ride you… please?” You whimpered, looking him straight in the eyes.

Idia did everything he could to not just fucking cum on the spot.

Nodding his head dumbly, Idia stumbled backward and situated himself with his thighs spread and his knees hanging off the couch. His gaze bore into you, and you felt like you might faint.

Gathering all of the bravery you could muster, you climbed in his lap and ground back and forth on his swollen length. Idia’s hand dug into his scalp, and it seemed like he was doing everything he could to not slam you down like a fleshlight and start pounding you right there. You internally decided that you wouldn’t mind if he did, though.

Taking a breath, you grabbed his dick and teased it at your entrance, both of you gasping in tandem at the first contact.

You pushed him back and forth for a moment, teasing the both of you before you were in too deep.

“Will you…” Idia grunted, “just fuck me already.” He continued, “If this takes much longer I…” a strained hiccup, “I’ll just get on top myself…” 

Well, now or never you guessed.

You slowly began lowering yourself onto him, and you felt like you got even wetter when you watched the way his eyes were glued to watching himself slowly sinking into your body. 

Body shivering at finally taking him to his base, Idia laced his fingers through yours and curled up to give you soft kisses on your neck and cheek.

“You okay?” He whispered.

“Yeah, it’s just…” you breathed in hard through your nose, “it’s just a lot.”

Idia started looking smug again, which you took as your cue to start moving, in an effort to wipe that superior look off of his stupid sexy face.

Rocking your hips slowly, you began experimenting to see what felt best. You moved slower, faster, lifted yourself off of him less, more. 

The squelches of your bodies meeting would have mortified you in any other situation, but seeing the sweat drip down Idia’s face while he bit his knuckle left you feeling some kind of way.

You started pulling him out almost completely and then slamming yourself down on him, relishing in how this motion made you both moan loudly in tandem. Idia’s nails were leaving perfect crescent moons on your hips as he gasped and tried to grind up into you every time your body was close to him.

Seemingly having had enough of you setting the pace, Idia pushes you over, your back firmly against the couch and his back to the air of the lounge.

He sets upon devouring your mouth with his, grabbing your right leg behind the knee and pushing it over his shoulder. 

Having you just where he wanted, Idia begins messily pounding into you. Your gasps and calls of his name only spur him to go faster, harder. 

Idia rested his forehead on yours as he split you open within an inch of your life. You felt like a prey animal being hypnotized by the snake that would soon swallow them, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Gasping your name and you screaming his in turn, you felt a final slam into your body with a prolonged grind, and Idia cried out a final time. With a couple of weak thrusts of his softening dick, he pulled out of you slowly, keeping eye contact as he did so. 

Smoothing his stray hairs from his sweaty face, you felt like you could almost see the hearts in his eyes at the current moment.

“How did… I do?” He nervously questioned, leaning his forehead against yours.

You sighed, it was pretty damn hot, but you were going, to be honest with him.

“Play with my clit more next time, and then maybe I’ll cum.”

The color drained from Idia’s face.

“S-shit, yes! Okay!” He nodded feverishly.

“….wait. NEXT TIME?”

And there we have it babes, both sides of Idia are now posted.

What do you want to see next? More new dorms? More NSFW continuations of previous chapters?

Let me know, and thank you all for being so sweet and supportive.

Love you, reader!

Requested tags: @stygianoir @naniky

[theemissuniverse]

Hey! So like a have a question on your opinion (MK Fandom), when I read Syzoth X Reader FF they always make him “unexperienced” even though he had a WIFE AND SON, and not to also mention that they either make him to “shy and innocent” or to “Hardcore”… it might just be me who wish that some authors would change this… but I wanted to know your opinion? 🤷‍♀️I’m unexperienced so I can’t say much…

VERY VERY GOOD POINT.

Syzoth is not some “shy and innocent” lizard man. Let’s really bring up the BEST point in this whole statement. BRO HAS A WIFE AND CHILD. Let’s put two and two together folks.

I’m not even trying to be a bitch but I cannot stand y’all and this whole “my innocent boy” STFU.

Let me also bring up the point that Syzoth isn’t some “shy boy.” Y’all think just because someone is nice, humble, and shows kindness that they are “shy.”

Syzoth shows not only in story mode but through his fighting intros that he’s incredibly witty and sarcastic. Not only that but can be cruel to people he does not like.

Examples!

REIKO : Ready to face Outworld’s finest soldier?

SYZOTH : I will be, if he ever gets here

NITARA : There’s recognition in your eyes

SYZOTH : You remind me of Shang Tsung’s foulest experiment

JOHNNY CAGE : Humanoid or Reptiloid, I’m gonna take you

SYZOTH : *laughs* I’m guessing you’ve never fought a Zaterran

Those are just off the top of my head.

Your reasoning for him being an “innocent boy” is because he got scared of the Predator film Johnny showed him that was revealed in an intro or him not understanding what “cudos” meant when Johnny said it which is-and I cannot stress enough- Earthrealm English. Of course he does not know what it means 💀

Breaking off Syzoth for a tiny bit, Y’ALL DO THE SAME THING TO LIU KANG. HAVE Y’ALL NEVER PLAYED ANY STORYMODE GAME WITH LIU KANG IN IT NOR HAVE YOU WATCHED HIS INTROS????

Just because again, Liu Kang is humble, compassionate, and shows kindness does NOT mean he’s this “innocent” man. Nor does it mean he’s some boring “innocent boy.”

Liu Kang is incredibly witty. Especially to those he is close with or is comfortable around. Liu Kang is also not afraid to speak what is on his mind when he encounters his enemies. He is very bold in his statements.

Going back to Syzoth though- he would not be hardcore at sex at all. Like zero. Maybe if he’s in his true form I can understand that but Syzoth isn’t going to be some hardcore dom into every kink in the alphabet. Again people, let’s be realistic.

[sillypiratelife]

Funny / dramatic moments between fake prince!Zoro and his equally fake royal advisor!Robin:

She doesn't advise him for shit.

What actually happens is that Robin sits to read under the shade of some pretty tree while Zoro trains (shirt on to cover his scars) nearby and they discuss their thoughts on what could be going on in the kingdom.

From afar everyone thinks they are gossiping (typical of young royals), but everyone who's near enough to listen is incredibly impressed and intimidated.

This is the trip where Robin realized that Zoro barely knows how to read and decided to do something about it.

Aka Robin learns a lot about swordsmanship from the books she picked for Zoro and Zoro includes reading in his training regimen.

Zoro baits at least half a dozen people into asking Robin for "a hand". She responds by making a third hand appear out of nowhere. Every. Single. Time.

Robin is fascinated by the amount of lies that Ussop can tell about his fake childhood as the Prince's best friend. She has the memorized just in case, but it's still entertaining to see Ussop struggle.

And also very entertaining to tease Zoro with those stories. Peak royal advisor behavior.

Robin and Zoro are absolutely bullying those old men. They pass judgemental looks during their (meant as practice) court sessions that have the (very very real) captain of the royal holding his laughter.

EKRJKFJDKDK RESTING BITCH FACES not really but those people swear the smirk and relaxed behavior means Zoro and Robin are planning to murder them. No one knows if they are being sarcastic.

When they finally leave the King laments long and loud that his court sessions will never be as funny as they were with Robin and Zoro around.

They're like three different times when Robin covers Zoro with something-turned-blanket while he naps, including one time when Zoro raised his cape and invited Robin to rest her head on his shoulder and take a nap with him.

Robin is the first to notice that a) the captain of the royal guard is the real prince and b) the dude has a crush on Zoro.

She's also the only person who notices that Zoro is in love with Sanji and that Sanji is starting to realize he's not jealous of Zoro for getting to play prince, but uncomfortable at how much it makes Sanji see a different side of Zoro that he might like. A lot.

Which means that every comment she makes is undecipherable to Zoro, but means to help him realize his, uh, situation.

The local cook thinks that Robin and Zoro are together and that Chopper is their son.

Zoro chokes on wine and Robin laughs when they hear the old cook calling someone a homewrecker in the middle of dinner.

Sanji and the real prince go red in a second, which is funny on its own right.

When the fire breaks out in the castle, Zoro is the one that saved the book Robin said she really needed for her research. The way he captured the culprit was by jumping from the library window and landing on the guy.

There's a moment when they almost go on demon mode after they find the basement full of chained children in the abandoned castle. It's only almost because the children awoke when they approached and both acted all light to not scare them.

The kids get eldest daughter!Robin and oldest brother!Zoro instead. They end up with their white suits all covered in mud + blood, but there's definitely something to see them walk in through the main gates carrying so many children, soft expressions and relief on their faces.

The glint they have on their eyes when Zoro asks about the story of that castle is enough to send the castle personnel on their knees. It's only when it's revealed that the king of that particular "castle" died a few weeks ago that Zoro and Robin turn back and everyone breathes again.

Somehow they develop a kinda dry(?) sense of humor that they share mostly with smirks and the most mysterious comments ever.

Robin takes on calling Zoro "your highness" from time to time.

Zoro takes on cleaning and sharpening Robin's knife from them on.

[pretending-ican-write]

Cowboy Up - Pt.9

This all of S1E2. Enjoy! I'll see y'all in a couple of weeks for the next part. Lemme know if you wanna be added to the tag list!

Pairing: Ryan (Yellowstone) x Dutton!reader

Previous part - Next part

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A few days had passed since Lee’s funeral and life on the Yellowstone was starting to return to normal.  Y/n was next to Rip against the fence of the round pen watching as Kayce’s horse put John into the sand.

“That is some gift,” the foreman commented.

She watched uncomfortably as the stallion careened around the pen and into the gate before successfully unseating John again.

“That’s one rank son of a bitch right there.  You ought to take him chest high in the river see how much buck he’s got then,” Rip suggested.

John shook his head, “this is a job for a young man with rubber bones.  That horse will make a hand out of someone.”

“Don’t recall him exploding on Kayce like that,” she commented pointedly when she pushed off the fence to collect Jimmy for his unfortunate job.

All the hands had gathered around the round pen to watch the scene that was about to unfold.  On either side of y/n were Ryan and Colby who did not share her concern for Jimmy as he was duct taped to the saddle.  In her head she was already planning on how to tell her brother what was going on with his ‘gift’.

“20 on the horse,” Ryan bet.

Colby added his own bet, “I got 40 on the wall.”

Y/n rolled her eyes at them and punched them both in the arm.  She caught the roll of tape that John threw their way and ran it through her hands nervously.

“I’d expect some resistance,” Ryan commented sarcastically, causing his girlfriend to groan.

Jimmy looked over at them, “define resistance.”

A level of unease settled in the pit of y/n’s stomach as she watched as the stallion twisted himself in knots in an attempt to unseat Jimmy.  Ryan placed a hand at the small of her back, rubbing to comfort her.  She smiled gratefully at him before pulling out a cigarette to light.

“I do not miss being low man,” he joked as the horse continued to throw shapes.

John looked over at them, “low man’s what turns you into cowboys, it’ll make him one too.”

“I don’t recall you ever getting strapped to a horse tryna kill you when you was low man Ry,” y/n teased.

Colby gave her shoulder a shove, “you wouldn’t have noticed if he was ‘cause you’d have been too busy staring at his ass.”

“Shut the fuck up Colby.  Dad is right there he’ll hear you,” she hissed.

After a short while, the rest of the hands returned to their jobs around the barn, leaving just John and Rip against the round pen fence.  Y/n rode out past the corral with Lloyd to check on the herd, a horrible feeling in her gut about how it might end.

-/-/-

An hour or so later, y/n had returned from checking cattle to see that Jimmy was still strapped to the stallion.  At least it seemed to be coming to an end as he was no longer broncing the whole way round and just cantering.  After putting Comanche away, she returned to the round pen to join Ryan and Colby on the fence.  Ryan adjusted himself so that his arm was behind her back which she leant into.

“Well you’re almost a winner,” Colby said, looking at how the horse was starting to flag.

Ryan watched on, “day ain’t over yet.”

Y/n looked over to where Jamie had joined her father and Rip by the fence.  He was clearly in ‘lawyer mode’ and watched as they exchanged words before heading to the barn to continue their conversation.

“You gonna see what that’s about?” Her boyfriend asked.

She shook her head, “I’m not getting involved in any of that stuff.”

The boys left her alone on the fence where she watched Jimmy carefully, waiting for the horse to finally stop out of exhaustion.

Eventually, after what seemed like far too long for y/n, and several cigarettes later, the stallion finally came to a halt in the centre of the round pen.  She rushed off the fence to help Rip undo the tape around the stirrups and caught Jimmy when he collapsed off the horse.  

“You good?” She asked when they reached the side of the round pen.

Jimmy coughed, “I think I might be dead.”

“Welcome to cowboying,” y/n joked, “this whole fucking thing was uncalled for though.  Poor horse never gave Kayce any problems on the rez.”

He looked at her confused, “Kayce?”

“My twin brother, the most outcast Dutton.  He lives on the reservation with his wife and my nephew. Apparently the horse is some sort of gift but I can’t see how,” she explained.

She followed Jimmy back towards the barn, opting to take out the colt she’d been working with to see how he was coping with everything.  The familiar routine of grooming and tacking the horse up helped soothe the anger under her skin.

When she passed John still stood at the round pen she spoke, “I’m taking this one out.  Might miss dinner, don’t wait up for me.”

Y/n didn’t wait for her dad to respond, instead mounting up and taking off towards the mountains.

-/-/-

A few hours later, y/n had found a spot by the creek to sit and watch the sunset.  The colt had responded well to the work she’d been doing with him and was currently grazing close to her.  As she sat facing the mountains, listening to the creek and noises from the forest, y/n thought through the chaos of the last few weeks.  She felt exhaustion deep in her bones, the loss of Lee sinking in.

Her thoughts were disrupted by the sound of a horse picking its way through the grass to her spot by the water.  She looked around to see Ryan dismounting, leaving his horse to graze by the colt.  They didn’t exchange any words as he sat down beside her, they’d spent long enough together that he didn’t need to ask how she was to know all that was going through her mind.  Ryan slipped off his jacket and put it round her shoulder.  Y/n slipped her arms into it, reveling in the warmth and smell of his cologne wrapping around her.

“Seems you’ve worked your magic on him,” he said after a little while.

She nodded, “told you he just needed to work out how to trust himself.  He’ll make a good ranch horse in a few years.”

“You eaten anything since breakfast?” Ryan asked, knowing she would be avoiding the main house.

Y/n shook her head, “told dad not to wait up for me.”

He stood up, brushed the grass off his jeans and held his hand out to her expectantly.  She raised her eyebrows at him curiously but took his hand anyway, allowing herself to be pulled up.  They made their way to where the horses were quietly minding their own business and mounted up.

“Race you back to the barn?” Ryan challenged.

Y/n smiled, “you’re on.  I’ll warn you though, this boy has got some speed in them.”

Without waiting for a countdown, she clicked the colt forward into a lope and Ryan laughed, taking off after her.

-/-/-

After having dinner in the bunkhouse, y/n was sat at the table with Lloyd playing solitaire.

“Your father not gonna question why you’re having dinner and spending your evenings with us not up at the house?” He asked.

Y/n looked up from her cards, “it was part of the deal when I moved back in that he doesn’t get to question where I spend my time.  This is where my friends are.  Besides, the less time I’m in the same room as my sister the better for everyone concerned.”

She was distracted from their conversation by Ryan exiting the bathroom with his towel around his waist.

“You ain’t exactly subtle there darling,” Lloyd teased her, “everyone gonna know if you keep ogling him like that.

Y/n laughed, “after 8 years being subtle about my ogling I think I’m entitled to stare at my boyfriend if I want to.”

Their game of solitaire was disrupted by Fred pulling Jimmy off his bunk and pulled his shirt down to reveal the still healing ‘Y’ on his chest.  She made to interrupt the exchange but Lloyd gently pushed her back into the chair to deal with it.  Ryan headed over to her, dropping into Lloyd’s empty chair and draping an arm over the back of her chair.

“I’m not a fan of you being here while Fred’s around,” he voiced, “guy’s an asshole.”

She smiled at him, “sounds very overprotective of you Ry.”

“Waited years to voice it out loud sweetheart, can’t blame me for it,” Ryan pointed out.

They sat in quiet for a little while, Ryan pointing out where a card could go every so often but otherwise just enjoying being in each other’s company.  When she’d finished her game, y/n gathered her stuff and bid goodbye to the hands to return to the house for the night.  Ryan grabbed his jacket to walk her back.

“I didn’t ask before but I’m gonna now,” he started, “are you okay?”

She took a deep breath, “no.  I don’t know what I’m feeling but it certainly isn’t okay.  It feels like everyone else has moved on from him dying already.  They’re all so focused on burning the world down that it feels like they never actually stopped to mourn, y’know?  For 8 years it felt like he was my only ally in that godforsaken house and now he’s just… gone.  And I never got to say goodbye or tell him how much he meant to me.  Now I never get to have a conversation with my big brother again.”

“Oh sweetheart,” he hugged her tightly when they stopped in front of the house, “that’s a lot going on in that head of yours.”

They parted ways and Ryan watched her close the door behind her before he headed back to the bunkhouse.  Y/n headed through the house to her room, stopping in the living room when she saw the fire was still going on and John was sat with a glass of whiskey.

“Everything okay dad?  I told you not to wait up for me.”

John looked over at his youngest daughter, “not exactly.  It looks like we’re gonna have to cremate Lee.

“Just one question, do the ends justify the means?” She asked.

He sighed at her loaded question, “it’s to protect Kayce.”

“Whatever it takes to protect him,” y/n responded, “I don’t want to know anymore that could incriminate her.  Lee would understand why especially after all these years.  It’s about time you protected Kayce too.  Goodnight dad.”

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Tag list: @child-of-of-the-sunshine @kendallroydefender

[pandenewie]

05 - when bae gets you in trouble

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Jungwon doesn’t know what to do. He feels like he’s at war with himself. On one hand, Y/n is breaking the dress code, which gives him a bad image as the student council president. On the other hand, trying to do something about it could cause Y/n to dislike him even more than they already do.

He’s not an idiot. He sees the way they roll their eyes whenever he stands up to speak in class. The way they snicker with their friends whenever he’s around. If it were any other person in the school, Jungwon wouldn’t care. Sure, he wants to impress people and works hard to do so - but he also knows when to call it quits. Unless it’s Y/n, of course.

“They still haven’t replied?” Jongseob asks curiously, watching the way his friend’s eyes follow their classmate. Jungwon sighs, shaking his head as he pulls out his phone. The bold letters "READ" are still there from the night before.

“To be fair, that message sucked ass.” Ni-ki chimes in. “You’ve gotta be direct with Y/n, why do you think Hikaru’s such a bitch?” He continues. “She’s only a bitch to you because you’re annoying,” Shota adds, stealing one of the fries from Ni-ki’s plate.

“I was scared I’d hurt their feelings.” Jungwon mumbles. “Well stop. You need to go scary president mode on them. Show them who’s boss!” Ni-ki exclaims, earning an eye roll from his older friend.

“I don’t think Jungwon can go scary president mode. He’s way too soft.” Jongseob reasons. “You didn’t see him when Shota and I took Jay-hyung’s car,” Ni-ki says, causing Shota’s eyes to widen. “Dude, don’t remind him.” He whispers.

“Maybe try talking to them in person? They can’t leave you on read face-to-face.” Jongseob suggests. “But I do that all the time?” Shota asks, causing Jongseob to roll his eyes. “You’re different.” He clarifies. “Okay… I’ll try talking to them after class.” Jungwon nods, gathering up all the courage in his body. “Why don’t you ask them out while you’re at it?” Ni-ki jokes, resulting in glares from the rest of the group. “... too soon?”

Jungwon and confrontation do not get along. Confrontation and Y/n on the other hand, are practically best buddies. This is evident in the smirk spreading across Y/n’s face, as Jungwon avoids eye contact and stumbles over his words.

“So… you don’t like my outfits?” Y/n asks sarcastically. Jungwon knows he’s blushing but part of him prays that Y/n doesn’t notice. “It’s not about me liking them… they’re just inappropriate for school.” He clarifies. “I’m not showing anything?” Y/n argues, causing Jungwon to sigh.

“They go against the dress code, Y/n. It’s covered in rips and holes and chains-” Y/n lets out a loud exaggerated gasp, interrupting Jungwon’s words. “Oh my god, rips and chains? How will anyone be able to learn?” Jungwon narrows his eyes at their sarcasm. “You’re not taking me seriously.” He mumbles. “That’s because you’re talking out of your ass, Yang.” Y/n replies sweetly before turning to walk away.

Jungwon sighs yet again, slinging his bag over his shoulder to follow Y/n down the hall. “Why are you being so difficult about this?” He asks, causing Y/n to roll their eyes. “Because the dress code is dumb and you know it.” They state matter-of-factly. “Okay, and you’re breaking it to what - prove a point?” He asks, earning a wink from Y/n that makes his heart flutter a little more than expected.

“That’s not gonna work Y/n. They won’t just change the dress code because you don’t like it.” Jungwon states. “No… but you will,” Y/n replies teasingly, Jungwon’s eyes widening at their words.

He - what? 

Does Y/n know about his tiny-but-not-so-tiny crush on them? Surely not… he’s been so discreet about it! The only people who know are Ni-ki, Jongseob and Shota. And the likelihood of them snitching is minimal.

Y/n laughs at the confusion on his face. “Class started 5 minutes ago, and yet you’re here talking to me. I must make great company.” They smirk, laughing louder as Jungwon scurries to check the time. He was so distracted by talking to Y/n that he forgot he had class!

“Poor Mr President; first time skipping class?” Y/n asks, causing Jungwon to gulp nervously. “I’m not skipping… I’m just… running late.” He says, repeating the thought over and over again. Anything to override the guilt building up in the pit of his stomach. “Well, I don’t see you rushing off to make it.” Y/n shrugs.

Jungwon’s mouth goes dry as they call him out. Why hasn’t he left yet? If he goes now, he could use some excuse and get off without even a warning. Perks of being a teacher’s pet. But the longer he stands here, the longer he allows Y/n to play with his mind, and the slimmer his chances of getting out of this become.

“Go on, I’m sure Mrs Kim is eagerly waiting for her favourite student.” Y/n pushes further. They narrow their eyes at him, almost in a challenging way. Jungwon doesn’t know what game they’re playing… but he knows that they’re winning it. So for some dumb reason - he stays. He’s not sure if he’s trying to prove anything to himself or to Y/n. Maybe a little bit of both. Because he can’t have himself doing everything Y/n wants, and he can’t have Y/n thinking they’ve got the upper hand.

Jungwon feels nervous at the sudden presence of Y/n looking over his shoulder. The two are currently seated on the floor of the school’s out-of-order bathrooms.

“What are you doing?” Y/n asks. “If you wanted to do school work, you should’ve just gone to class.” Jungwon subtly rolls his eyes at their comment. “It’s stuff for the council. That way, if I get caught out of not being in class, I have an excuse.” He says, showing Y/n the page of his workbook. It’s a bunch of scribbles about school events, people to talk to, etc. Stuff Y/n couldn’t care less about.

“Skipping class and lying to teachers? What have I done to you, prez?” Y/n asks, a fake pout seated proudly across their lips. “It’s not a complete lie.” Jungwon mumbles, attempting to push away the thoughts of calling Y/n cute that settle in his brain. “Still… the school’s golden boy is losing his shine.” Jungwon feels his face heat up at Y/n’s teasing. “That’s not why I’m here!” He chokes out, trying to retain at least some of his reputation.

“Why are you here then?”

The question leaves Jungwon stumped. Why is he here? Sitting on the floor of an abandoned bathroom doesn’t prove anything. What is he even trying to prove? That he can be rebellious? That he’s not the uptight student council nerd that Y/n makes him out to be? If so, he’s not doing a very good job.

Jungwon suddenly stands up, feeling defeated and confused. If he goes now, he could probably still make it to the last half of the period. He can show Mrs Kim his council work and claim he was in a meeting.

“I’m just gonna go to class.” He sighs, causing Y/n to snicker. “I figured. Knew you didn’t have it in you. You stood it out longer than I thought though, so thanks for entertaining the idea of bad boy Jungwon.” All this teasing from Y/n makes Jungwon feel like he’s about to faint. How is this the longest conversation they’ve ever had, and yet they’re already so comfortable with pushing his boundaries?

“Where are you going?” Jungwon asks, noticing Y/n get up and follow him out of the bathroom. “To my car. Only nerds hang out in the bathrooms.” Y/n says casually, causing a short ache in Jungwon’s heart. Ouch.

“Shouldn’t we… walk separately?” Jungwon asks, causing Y/n to come to a sudden pause. “Why?” They ask bluntly. Jungwon gulps nervously as Y/n looks at him, almost daring him to finish his sentence. “Just because… I’m going back to class and y’know… we don’t want people thinking… anything.” Jungwon mumbles out, suddenly feeling very nervous under Y/n’s gaze.

Y/n lets out a loud scoff before pushing past Jungwon, hitting him with their shoulder on the way. “Right. Because how tragic would it be for other people to see our dear student council president with someone like me.” They say, their tone harsh as the words seem to cut right through Jungwon’s heart. “That’s not what I meant,” Jungwon whispers, causing Y/n to scoff again.

“Of course not. Yang Jungwon would never say anything like that to one of his classmates. Because he’s an angel and we should all aspire to be like him.” Y/n exclaims sarcastically, causing Jungwon’s ears to burn red with embarrassment. “You think you’re so much better than us because you’re the president. Well, guess what, Jungwon? Aside from the teachers, no one in school believes it. You’re just some pathetic kid whose self-esteem is so low that he needs validation from everyone else in the world. Well, you’re not gonna get it from me.” Y/n rants, their voice increasing in volume the more words they spit at Jungwon.

Jungwon doesn’t know what to say. As ignorant as it sounds, he’s never been on the receiving end of such words. At least not coming at him with this much aggression. “I… I didn’t mean…” “Of course, you didn’t mean it Jungwon, you never mean anything! This whole nice boy president bullshit is nothing but an act. And I see right through it. I may be a bitch, but at least I know when I’m doing things that make others feel like shit.” 

With that, Y/n turns on their heel after getting it all out of their system, only to be met face to face with an angry Mrs Kim. “L/n Y/n, what is the meaning of this?” She asks angrily, causing Y/n to sigh in an attempt to calm their anger. “I’m sorry Miss. Jungwon just said something that upset me and I lost my cool.” Y/n exclaims, earning a scoff from the teacher. “Yeah right. If you’re gonna pin the blame on someone, at least make it believable Y/n. Off to the principal's office.” Mrs Kim says, pointing her finger down the hall.

Y/n rolls their eyes before turning to walk towards the principal's office. Their eyes meet Jungwon’s in the process, giving him a glare that sends shivers down his spine. He wants to apologize, but he wouldn’t even know where to start. So he just keeps his mouth shut, a slight tear at his heart as he watches Y/n walk away.

“Right… I’m so sorry about that Jungwon. What were you doing out here anyway?” Mrs Kim asks, her demeanour completely changing once Y/n is out of sight. It’s the first time Jungwon has noticed it. “I had a meeting at lunch that went overtime… I’m sorry I forgot to tell you.” Jungwon lies through his teeth. Mrs Kim sends a reassuring smile to the boy, patting him on the back lightly. “You work so hard, Jungwon. What an excellent role model for our other students. Come on now, there should still be time for you to write today’s notes.” Mrs Kim leads Jungwon back towards the classroom, but he turns his head to face the direction Y/n went - a weird feeling dropping to the pit of his stomach when he sees that they’re long gone.

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[kanekoii]

Guess who's back hehe :3

Can I get some hcs of Kyo, Ren, Ike and maybe Doppi and Kotoka with a partner that kinda sucks at games that arent rhythm games or stuff like that but still wants to try playing smth with them(and fucking sucks)BRO IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN I hope you get what I mean bro (⁠っ⁠˘̩⁠╭⁠╮⁠˘̩⁠)⁠っ

lyra’s notes -> TEEHEE MORE EXCUSES TO WRITE FOR REN THANKS BESTIE

pairings -> kyo kaneko, ren zotto, ike eveland, doppio dropscythe, kotoka torahime x gn! reader

genre -> yet another fluffy scenario

song -> hissatsu no command - soramafuurasaka

warnings -> kyo being a little bitch but that’s why we love him

KYO KANEKO •

he lowkey loves watching you fail at games. more excuses to tease you, and that’s something we all know kyo loves. sometimes he’ll help you figure it out, but it’s often in a very sarcastic and condescending way. he tries to be nice sometimes, he really does. but seeing you struggle and whine and yell in frustration is one of his favorite pastimes. it’s so cute to him anyway, and he’ll help you eventually once you beg enough, but his sarcastic comments won’t stop ever.

when you play rhythm games though, he is in absolute awe at how you go full focus mode and won’t acknowledge him until you finish the song. it’s so cool to him, and he’ll definitely find ways to show off your skill to others.

REN ZOTTO •

he just gently helps you. if you’re playing something like mario party, he’ll help you and make it so you win. that way, you’ll feel more confident in your skills and he thinks that’s adorable! he loves seeing you confident! sure, sometimes he’ll tease you, but he’s overall very nice and sweet about it all.

when you’re in your element with games you’re good at tho…he thinks it’s so so cool and awesome and every other complimentary word out there. he loves it oh so much because it is so cool to see you in your element with things like that.

IKE EVELAND •

personal hc that he is an absolute little bitch about it. he loves you, but he is most definitely going to tease you about it. (sorry lmao i’m writing this during halloween and me and bestie are handing out candy to trick or treaters) boy absolutely loves you to death but teasing you is, much like kyo, one of his favorite pastimes. the writer isn’t absolutely perfect at other games, so he understands when you struggle a bit.

and we know boy LOVES miku, so he’s probably very experienced with rhythm games. he would love to have little competitions with you and see who’s the better gamer. doesn’t matter if you win or lose, he’ll give you a bunch of kisses anyway.

DOPPIO DROPSCYTHE •

oh the gamer. the silly. if you’ve seen how good he is at mariokart, you know where i’m going with this. he’ll make you play mariokart with him to train you. doppi won’t make you do ring-fit tho, he loves you too much to force you to work out with him. during big mariokart collabs, he’ll lag behind with you just to be side by side and coach you gently.

watching you play rhythm games is one of his favorite pastimes. he loves seeing you do something you’re good at and confident with, and he most definitely brags about you on stream and with his friends.

KOTOKA TORAHIME •

girlfaliure. she sucks at gaming. but she has fun when she plays with you, she really does. kotoka absolutely loves gaming with you when she’s not being a girlfaliure on her cooking streams. since you both suck, you’re equal in opportunity to win or lose spectacularly.

she brags about how good you are at your rhythm games on stream constantly, your girlfriend is just so proud to have someone who’s actually good at some games to balance out how bad she is at like all of them. sorry for the kotoka slander i love her

[bellyasks]

i literally need: your sarcastic cold behaviour unemotional boy best friend that smh wants comfort when they’re unwell but not talking getting a bad tummy ache that has them desperate for cuddles and tummy rubs

ok this is like my favoritest thing everr i Adoreeee cold stoic guy being all soft for tummy rubs [writing these from the perspective of the friend] [more focused on the setup than the tummy rubs since ultimately theyre all going to the same place]

Your character is generally very un-expressive and thinks they're good at hiding their pain. They aren't. There's a marked difference in their behavior. Each time their friend asks if they're okay, they try to dismiss the question, but there's a definite pleading look in their eyes that's practically begging for attention, even though they hate showing weakness. At what point does their friend finally decide enough is enough and make them accept some care?

Your character never admits when something's wrong, even when it's plainly obvious. It is, in fact, very plainly obvious that they're not feeling good today, and they aren't even particularly trying to hide it. Finally, their friend asks what's the matter, and they reluctantly admit that their belly hurts. Their friend is both surprised and worried by their willingness to tell them and immediately jumps into caretaker mode.

Your character isn't one for physical affection, or any affection for that matter. Their belly is aching badly, though, and they want nothing more than to curl up and have their tummy rubbed. After powering through for a while, they finally cave to the pain and softly lay their head on their friend's shoulder, much to the friend's surprise. How does their friend respond?

Your character's belly has been upset all day, and their friend can tell. The friend doesn't want to make a big deal of it, knowing your character likely wouldn't respond well, but eventually they feel too sorry for them to let it go any longer. They take your character into their arms and give them a gentle tummy rub, and, to their astonishment, your character snuggles right up as though they'd been waiting for it.

Your character is a snarky little bitch and always has some comment to make. Their friends are used to this; they anticipate it. That's why it's so noticeable when your character keeps their mouth shut for once. Their friend grows increasingly concerned by their uncharacteristic quietness as the day goes on, trying to figure out what's the matter until they finally have to ask. Does your character answer honestly?

Your character tends to hide their pain like a cat, not wanting to show any vulnerability. When they come down with an awful tummyache, though, it gets difficult to keep up their stoic appearance. Eventually, the unhappy gurgling of their aching belly gives them away, and their friend immediately starts fussing over them. Does your character lean into it right away, or does it take a minute to let themself open up?

[maybeweshould]

Link

Lizzo... my gowd. You just confirmed that Harry was totally unprepared and it was totally unprofessional performance. Not that no one has seen, heard or guessed it sooner, but why talk about it in an interview?? WHYYY??

[angel-noaxod]

More redacted incorrect quotes because I saw these and find them hilarious

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Asher: Hey baabe, nice hair ;)

Baabe: Thank you Ash

Asher: I'll bet it would look nice balled up in my fist when we-

Milo: WHEN HE HOLDS YOUR HAIR BACK AS YOU KISS THE GROUND PRAISING THE LORD JESUS. AMEN.

-

*Back in highschool*

Davey: Did you have any trouble with the homework, Ash?

Asher: Piece of cake :)

Davey: You didn't do it, did you?

Asher: I don't even know where my pencil is.

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Baabe: Does anyone have a flashlight?

Asher: You're the only light I need, Baaaabe

Angel: That's great but we still can't fucking see

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Angel, texting: WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU AND BAABE?!

Asher, texting: WE'RE FUCKING

Asher: GETTING*[NOT DELIVERED]

Asher: DRINKS[NOT DELIVERED]

Angel: oh yk what i dont wanna know more

Asher: WAIT[NOT DELIVERED]

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Angel: fuck you

Asher: Fuck youu

Davey: Guys, no fighting in the group chat.

Angel: Ash said you're the worst cook ever

Davey: Oh fuck him.

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Angel: Hey Davey! I made you this cool bracelet.

Davey: You know, I'm not really a jewelry person.

Angel: Ah well you don't have to wear it-

Davey: No I'm gonna wear it forever, back off.

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Angel to Davey: Baby boy. Baby.

Angel to Christian: Evil.

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*roadtrip*

Asher: Can you move your seat up?

Milo: No.

*The drive back*

Milo: You're not gonna move your seat up are you.

Asher: Nope.

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Darling: Hey David. I think I might be lactose intolerant.

Davey: Why's that- ohmygod

Darlin: Yea I drink from a jug of milk earlier and then I threw up

Davey: TANK THERE'S A KNIFE IN YOUR STOMACH

Darlin, looking at their stomach: Oh yeah I forgot that was there

Darlin: Anyway, like I was saying, I had some milk-

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Christian: That outfit makes you look like a girl.

Asher:

Asher: Am I a pretty girl?-

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Milo: What was the hardest thing to say?

Christian: I was wrong

Davey: I need help

Asher: Wor- Worche- Worsh- Worchester- Worsheshester- Worchester sauce- Worcestershire-

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Asher: Now you don't want Tank to die

Asher: And I don't want Tank to die

Asher: Now we just gotta make sure Tank doesn't want Tank to die

Davey: Good plan but have you met Tank?

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Davey, on his knees after tripping hard: What the hell are you looking at?

Angel: You. You're looking quite submissive and breedable sitting like that Davey

Davey: Well thank you,

Davey: Now help me up you little shit

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Sweetheart when them and Milo met: I'll steal anything that you have

Milo: You won't steal my heart

Sweetheart: You look stunning by the way

Milo under his breath: Fuck.

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Milo: And these fuckers won't shut up about the height

Angel:

Angel: I'm not great at the advice, can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?

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Baabe: You can't kill everyone that disrespects David

Angel: Watch me.

Davey:

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Angel, storming into Davey's office: I cannot stand Christian!

Davey: What did he do this time?

Angel: BITCH OVER THERE BREATHING LIKE HE OWNS THE PLACE

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Asher: *Throws a lamp at Milo*

Milo: What the fuck Ash?!

Asher: Lighten the fuck up.

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Angel: Mcdawnald's Davey...Want a beesechurger..

Davey: Please. It's 3:00 am. You have work tomorrow.

Angel: c h i n k e n n u g g i e

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Christian: You're bi? How are you bi if you're dating a guy?

Angel: I EAT SALAD DOES THAT MEAN I'M A VEGETARIAN?!

Angel: Keep it up Chrissy and I'll fuck your girlfriend.

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Davey being sarcastic (not really because he really does think this): How is the most amazing mate in the world?

Angel in full work mode and still typing not looking up: I don't know Davey, how are you?

Davey, choking: I'm fine-

[princelylove]

Homemade CDs.

Synopsis: Leone loves youuu so muuuucchhh. A wip that I desperately want to get rid of, intended as a tiny drabble to build some character for Leone.

Warnings: general yandere content, stalking 

There’s too many CDs under the television in Leone’s living room.

It’s Guido’s living room too, but Guido doesn’t really collect CDs. He has a couple- The Carpenters, The Cranberries, maybe even a Lesley Gore CD he swears up and down he got from a girl that just happened to leave it. (And hasn’t called him in three years to get it back.)

But other than that, it’s all Leone’s. There’s what you’d expect- Monteverdi, Tchaikovsky, maybe some Depeche Mode, and Bauhaus. Why does one man need three different versions of Swan Lake? The fucking nutcracker is in here?? They make CDs for that???

Some have had their insides replaced with black paper. If you ask him about it, he’ll tell you he burned the CD himself, and that’s why the side is blank. You just stick a piece of paper in where the art normally goes.

He never really wants to play it. If you ask him to, or God forbid take the liberty of opening it and putting it into the player yourself, he’s quick to take it from you and put it somewhere high up until you leave. Even if you’re tall, are you ‘top of the kitchen cabinets’ tall? Go ahead, try. Without looking stupid and leaning on his countertop. Yeah, that’s what he thought.

There’s also a ridiculous amount of films. Pretty Woman and The Bridges of Madison County sit nicely next to Leone’s hoard. Sling Blade, a recording of a ballet company’s Swan Lake, The Silence of the Lambs, the tv special version of The Phantom of The Opera (as well as the black and white one), are all pressed tightly together to fit in the shelves. 

It’s hard to imagine Leone genuinely enjoying all of this, especially considering you’ve never really seen him smile in the first place. You imagine he just exhales instead of properly laughing at the ‘funny’ parts.

His humor is a bit morbid, from your point of view. He probably laughs at the serious parts- sends himself into a laughing fit at the phantom going underwater with a stick to breathe. Or maybe he’s an elitist, and doesn’t watch films to amuse himself. 

‘I watch them for the experience.’ You imagine him saying.

He’s lucky you haven’t caught him watching you. 

You’re so precious like this. It’s the closest thing Leone’s had to domesticity with you. Going through his things while he fixes his makeup in the bathroom, where he can still monitor you but pretend he doesn’t care what you’re doing… He’ll replay this later to see which films caught your eye, so he can rewatch them, or put them on the next time you come over. Ohh, heey, silence of the lambs just happened to be on, you’re welcome to sit and watch while he leaves to go do anything other than sit next to you- despite suggesting that you amuse yourself with his things. It’s kind of rude to go through someone’s things, especially when they’re organized like this, but you’re not about to tell Leone a hard ‘no.’

You may have thought he was being sarcastic, ‘Yeah, come over to my house and dig through my shit, perfect.’ but he meant it. Getting to watch you browse in the confines of his apartment is the most fun he’s had in a while. 

When Guido gets home and breaks the precious silence Leone was thrilled about, he’s quick to comment on you digging through their collection.

“Hey, what’s- dude??? Your little guest can dig through our shit but I can’t leave a movie I’m CURRENTLY WATCHING out on the table? That’s SO unfair.” 

“You won’t put it back where you found it.” 

… You take that as a sign that you need to clean up, and put everything back the way you vaguely remember. You’re successful- a few are out of order, but it’s mainly neat. You’re not really interested in hearing Leone bitch about how ‘perfect’ he had it.

What you don’t know, and Leone will never tell you, is that he will never change the order you put it back in. That’s how they will stay, forever. A subtle piece of you in his home… he could just melt, but he won’t. Not until he has the absolute privacy of his room, where he can shove his face into his pillow, and then spend the evening hand washing his makeup off of it.

Leone still hasn’t come out of the bathroom. He’s not about to shut the love of his life out- not when that handsy bastard is home and eager to touch what isn’t his, but he’s also not ready to be so bold and actually be near you. Leone has dibs, Guido should respect that, nevermind the fact that Leone has never verbally or physically expressed his attraction to you. 

He’s probably the luckiest man alive to live somewhere convenient to you. His apartment is on your way to where Bucciarati tells you to meet him for jobs- it’s easier to crash at Leone’s when the weather isn’t very well intentioned. You normally leave once Bruno calls you, but it’s been an hour since the agreed meeting time. Normally Leone would be worried, but… making sure you’re fine is more of a priority to him, at the moment. He cares about Bruno- obviously, of course he does, he’s beyond grateful… but one of you is his obsession and the other makes him feel a great deal of guilt. Well. You both make him feel guilty, but one is an “I am indebted to you eternally” and the other is “If you ever find out I lick your calves when I replay you I am fucked” kind of guilt. Very different.

He snaps out of the thought when he notices you’re not where he left you. Leone’s not about to panic- if you’re still here, it makes him look like an overbearing host who needs to see you constantly and oh god what if you don’t like clingy guys. What if you dislike him and are secretly waiting around for Guido? Is that why you’re fine with the silence? Is that why you’re so content with him not really talking to you during your visits and just letting you sit around? 

Leone finds his way into his kitchen, and scoffs at the display. You were being entertained by Guido. You’re playing his current favorite game: see how high he can pick you up before Leone kills the mood. Looks like today’s game isn’t going to be a record holder. 

“Can you not do that in front of the food?” 

“Whaaat? We’re just playing. Don’t be so bitter.” 

��I’d rather your ‘playing’ not break the only real glass we have left.”

“Jeez. What’s up your ass today.” Guido puts you down, and moves on to pour himself a drink from the refrigerator. 

Leone’s eyes flick towards your face, to check your expression. Any ounce of reassurance will hold him over for weeks. Look at me. Approve of me. Love me.

When you avoid his gaze, he glances at the clock on the wall, and leaves to go back to what he was doing.

To Leone, pretending not to look his way is just as good as fully paying attention to him. 

He has a routine whenever he replays you. Firstly, he needs to make sure Guido isn’t going to be back for a while, so he sends him on some tedious errand he puts off with the intention of passing it off to poor, unknowing Guido. Secondly, he has to check what you were doing before you arrived, just in case. If you looked in any stores, if you tried to look in his window, what expression you were making just before you rang the doorbell. If you looked tense, he always tries to find out why. 

That gorgeous face of yours seems content today, so he speeds the replay up…

When he opened the door for you the other day, you looked at him for a second longer than normal. A whole, unobstructed second. What did he ever do to deserve such a look? 

He hates the way you look at anyone else. Nothing infuriates him more than his darling giving their precious attention to someone who entirely doesn’t deserve it. Not that he thinks he does, but… it’s better than anyone else having it.

It doesn’t matter, since this look was for him, not Guido, not Bruno, and nobody else. It doesn’t matter if it’s disdain, complete neutrality, or even pity. That gorgeous expression you’re making is intended for him, and he missed it, because he was pretending to not care about you being here. 

He’ll get you one day. Maybe not today, or soon, but one day. One day, he’ll get to play husband for you, and won’t even have to think about his stand, but for now… this’ll hold him over. 

One day, he’ll get to sit at your feet and give you the attention you deserve, but he’s trapped himself in this stupid “I hate you get away from me” act he’s putting up. A man can dream.

[triko-the-fluffy-artist]

WICH OC DO YOU WANNA SEE FIRST :3

School is killing me right now TwT i swear i'll show you guys my stuff as soon as i have a bit of free time :,)

In the meantime i can give you some more info about them, they where all made separately and don't have lore in common and some of them are still not 100% complete...owo

Who would you like to see first:

🖤A crazy son of a bitch that's evil incarnate, a fallen deity now Lord of Nightmeres that manipulates dreams, lives for the drama, basically a Musical super villain, so unhinged that the doorframe is missing.

🔥A big angry demon that compensates her trust issues with aggression but really just needs a hug. Tsundere and awkward as fuck, violence is not a solution but a question, and the aswer is yes.

💕A depressed Succubus that doesn't believe in love anymore and to avoid delusions just lives in his stereotype, goes full horny mode to avoid feeling anything else and he's a sarcastic idiot (who also needs a hug)

🌊Basically a disney princess with himbo energy that's also a god and trustes humans too much, he's all wise but still so curious about human culture, so he goes around in his Human Disguise hoping to meet new friends. (He's the one giving hugs to the depressed OC's)

👻A small traumatized boy who remained locked up for most of his life because he was believed to be the antichrist, he can see the spirits of the dead, he's scared of everything and he's haunted by one jelous spirit that treats him like his toy. (He definitly needs multiple hugs)

[high-achiever-dream]

Kinda worried that u didn't get my request cuz I got a notif Abt it and it was soon deleted I think, I'll just send it here again lmao Ivor and how he acts around his crush in case you didn't get it hh

[ Hello, hello! I apologize that your previous ask is suddenly disappearing after an error 😭 ]

➳ Minecraft Story Mode (MCSM) // Ivor Season 1 (Adventure Pass) and 2 (Ninja!) // Headcanons // Romantic! ✍🏻

{A Whole New World With You and Me}

《 Crush! Ivor x Gn! Reader 》

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"Long live my Lava House! Long live lava!"

Weirdly, Ivor acts shy, nervous, becomes the softest bitch, as well more excited than he usually feels when his crush is near him. Although Jesse had given him the tips to stay cool and not be entirely himself, this eccentric man is Impossible to avoid having those manners.

"My friend, Jesse. I have a crush on someone. HOW DO I GET RID OF IT?"

"Do you mean by stop liking this person or make that fellow go away permanently?"

"Yes." 😃

In the event that you are not around him, Ivor speaks of how stunning and magnificent you are to Jesse and over again until he is out of breath to explain.

There are three choices available for Jesse to interrupt Ivor so he stays quiet and would not continue ranting forever and ever:

1.꒱ Teasing him that he has a crush on you =

"Awww, Ivor. Just admit it, you have a crush on [Name]! You really like them."

"Shut up! I don't know what you're talking about. And What do you mean I have a crush on [NAME]?! That's nonsense!"

2.꒱ Encourage him confessed his love to you =

"C'mon, Ivor! I know you can say to [Name] that you love them very much. After all, you've also explained a long paragraph about [Name] for hours."

Ivor sighed, "I don't want [Name] and I feeling uncomfortable with each other."

3.꒱ Make him feel panic when you are around =

Jesse called out your name, "IVOR HAS A CRUSH ON YOU!"

"NO, JESSE, WAIT! OOOOH, NOOOOOOOOOO-"

It is obvious to understand that Ivor is a man who will never admit his feelings to anyone and still be caring. Despite a million butterflies flying inside Ivor while wondering if all of the romance matter seeing you makes sense to him, he is getting closer to obtaining despair by free any day now.

No matter what you need help from Ivor, he sincerely helps you with no complaints. Let me do it for u 🎹 Didn't I do it for u? For instance: Teaching you how to create potions, showing the proper and perfect tutorials to build a lava house and bridge, etc other important lessons. Both of you are literally lab partners in crime. >:3

If anyone mocks or belittles you, Ivor will defend you and use his words to repay those mean bullies sadistically. Their reactions are gasping or crying. This is his natural weapon of pride to use as a poet.

【 "There will come a poet Whose weapon is His word He will slay you with His tongue Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord." 】

When you need to get the stories out of your mind and chest about what happened (gossip, trauma, and normal chit-chat), Ivor does not mind hearing you out and giving sassy or sarcastic yet wise advises.

"Ivor, you're the only one who understands me."

"Yeah, but it doesn't mean I care."

You have the ability to reduce Ivor's grumpiness and keep him calm, preventing him from continuing to yell even louder at everyone he sees.

Ivor does not ever stop his goofy behavior since he knows it makes you laugh and smile to cure your sadness.

If you ever catch Ivor in bridal style to prevent him from falling to the solid ground and you told this crazy man that his weight is light as a feather, he will giggle uncontrollably to himself like a schoolgirl.

From that moment forward, Ivor finds plenty of excuses in a dramatic way that he tells you to hold him in your arms again:

↳ "Oh, I don't race so much anymore. Bad, heh, bad knees. Sweet [Name], could you save me and take me to that faraway place, pretty please!"

↳ "Oh great, a run for my life. Just what I was hoping for! Not that I completely need [Name] to carry me from this life-and-death situation."

Ivor feels very embarrassed when you see him not wearing his 'adventuring' clothes.

"Don't look at me with those eyes!" Thereafter, his friends (Bombastic & Criminal offensive) side-eyed him and let him know with a visible sign that his words bothered you. "What I meant to say was," Ivor clears his throat as he twirls his hair, "are you staring at me because my outfit breathes wonderfully?"

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"I’m a ninja now. You’d be surprised just how deadly I can be."

【[《{(꒰< Warning topic: Yandere behavior! >꒱)}》]】

Ivor has a hobby of sending you daily poems, words of admiration, your favorite flower(s), love letters, and stories about how he's been doing lately at your doorstep or mailbox without writing his name. However, the lapis lazuli inside the mail is a hint, giving away his secret identity easily and without a doubt.

Master Shadow has taught Ivor to focus and clear his mind on doing endless housework for the rest of his time as a ninja in training and not get distracted by thinking about you every day and night.

Ivor thought his 'crush' phase had finally faded elsewhere. Except for the moment you hug him tightly and say, out of the blue: "I miss seeing you each day so dearly, beloved dork." Yep, you shoot the Ninja with the bang-bang to the heart once again, causing his head to explode into red color.

In the past, Ivor used to gaze for a long time at you when you were not looking and refused to admit he was smiling at you, which he turned away and blushed. At present, Ivor is caught 4k staring at you with a helpless smile that puts him in a trance. He does not deny it this time. <3

These days, Ivor habitually keeps his distance from you and plays hard to get, the suggestion by Petra that he should give it a try to keep in ninja (mysterious and quiet) character for gaining more attention from you. Afterward, the masked hero does not continue to act like that anymore when he realizes you are confused and guilty.

"I hope you can forgive me if I did and say something that hurt your feelings."

"It's nothing you should worry about, really! This is supposed to be my responsibility to offer an apology to you. I was not at my best self."

The deadly intrusive thoughts in Ivor's head submit to reality, and jealousy strikes the best of him when he spots someone else having a crush, flirting, or even hurting you; he is calling dibs and keeping the inventory first to himself when the corpse is *POOF*!

If you want Ivor to train with you and make him fight like a man, he is reconsidering sparring so as to not hurt you in the process.

Sometimes, Ivor is creepy in the fact he spies/stalks on you to keep you safe and sound. The Ninja often uses the long-lasting potion of invisibility while casually walking or running beside you. At the time you notice him and ask: "Why, when, what, and how are you here?", he informs you: "Like I don't have anything better to do than spying on you. Wait, I actually don't. 😳 SMOKE BOMB!" Then, he fails miserably to disappear from out of your sight, "You didn't hear anything from me. Got it? I'm not here anymore."

One fateful day, Ivor is no longer a ninja, and before it is too late, Ivor will finally have the courage to communicate with you and he reveal his secret: that he thinks of you as more than just a friend in terms romantic feelings, also inviting you to go on random adventures with him and help him in his efforts to mend the divide among his old friends.

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For real that Lukas would write fanfiction about Ivor as a TSUNDERE and YANDERE man, and you are his beloved senpai. This blond boy's work of the story is classified and never will be read aloud to the public.

Lukas wins the bet that Ivor in the end confessing his love to you and you accept his feelings; Petra owes the Ocelot boy four iron.

Petra does not know what is the reason you also love someone like Ivor, of all the single individuals than can be chosen in the world? You definitely have a weird taste in people.

"Because he makes me laugh." You replied.

The warrior rolled her eyes and groaned, "No kidding, and sure, that's what all of them who like Ivor would say." 😒

"Okay, you got me there. 😔🎹 But, that is not a crime."

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despair - leo.

"I've lost my cool, I'm not sure how to act

Not even sure how I can keep my pride intact

Well, I don't know if this is it, but can't you see?

No, I'm not falling for you, so please have mercy on me."

[melodramaschild]

OMG IM BACK WITH MORE AUTISTIC READER SORRY I HAD ANOTHER TJOUGHT I AM SO SORRY, okay so what about how you wrote rockstar Sirius (sorry I loved your portrayal of him so much) and he’s all cool and social and everyone laughs at what he has to say and then no one gets how he’s with you who is always awkwardly standing next to him and is shy when anyone talks to you and mainly quiet in public around new people but in private and around people you already know!!!! You’re so funny , kind, smart and sarcastic and witty and all his friends love you and he turns to absolute mush around you and he will always love your rambles and your jokes and rants, and whenever someone says you’re lucky he just thinks how they’ll never know how incredible you are !!!!! I’m so sorry for how long this is I really do apologise I’m just so happy I found someone who WANTs to do autistic reader, again feel free to ignore this I’ll probably pop back in your inbox soon 😔😔🤭🤭🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 also sorry if this made no sense whatsoever

“…so I used all of my brain to think about it-” Sirius was telling you and marauders about his prank he did on his mother back in the summer but he was stopped as you jumped into his speech.

“You say it like you’re able to use that.” You looked at him with a zero facial expression, playing into a game and waiting for him to kinda blow up. The other marauders started laughing, knowing that Sirius was exactly the one who taught you this joke.

“Don’t… don’t use my jokes against me like that. That’s rude!” You knew he didn’t mean it, he explained it to you few weeks ago.

“Go and cry to your mama about it, bitch.” You couldn’t help but break the mask as you giggled.

“I shouldn’t never taught you that, cuz look at you now, very rude.” He puckered his lips at you and raised his eyebrows at you. You knew he wasn’t mad, you know how mad and offended Sirius looks like. This Sirius was in a pretending mode.

You quickly got up from the couch, leaving other boys behind you laughing. “Very rude, hm?” you teased and nudged his legs on one side so you could sit on the armchair. You sat on the armrest, placing your head on Sirius’ shoulder. His arm wrapped around you, securing you so you won’t fall.

“Mhm, very very rude and mean.” Mean? He never said anything about that. You shook your head up at him, confused. “Mean? Was i mean?” You ask him, sudden guilt written all over your face.

“No no no! Love, no! No mean, just joking like with rude, okay?” Sirius was here to quickly reassure you, his hand squeezing your side and carefully pulling you closer until you were sat down in his lap.

“No mean, okay, baby?” He said against your temple, just for you to hear. You nodded, smile on your face as you pecked his chin.

Laying on the floor with Sirius and you ramble about your day and he makes you put emotions to them. You argue that it’s useless and that it’s better to give them number out of ten.

He still helps you with them. Asks you how certain things made you feel. Why, how, etc.

He does anything to help you with your emotions and with the way to understand things.

Tw: htc, bullying

Sirius holding you so so so close and tight when you need it. So close when you’re having a literal breakdown because of those mean things people say.

It always made you doubt yourself and some part of your brain believes that Sirius should be with someone who can give him more than you.

But Sirius is Sirius. He’s a dog and he is with you because you are you. Because you feel safe. Because he’s happy with you.

That night he doesn’t say much, knowing that you’re already overwhelmed by noises. So he just puts this calming pressure on you. Occasionally whispering how much he loves you that he’ll talk with you in the morning.

Marauders hex those bitches who made you feel like that tho <3

And I’m so sorry but I’m literally falling asleep as I’m writing that but I do love it so much! Please send more! Please spam me! I can’t wait to read it and I do want to read everything that it’s on your mind!

[amethystroselily]

Honestly The Last Hours is just a culmination of all of the worst aspects of Cassandra Clare’s writing. The melodrama is pointless and without depth, she cannot write character development to save her life, she cannot write slow build romance, she keeps telling you characters have traits that they clearly don’t (show Cordelia being witty and with a sharp personality instead of someone proclaiming she’s the most unique and sassy person they’ve ever met on the rare occasion that she is sarcastic. And stop trying to tell me that james this level-headed leader type every five minutes.), none of the characters react to anything in a way specific to their character they’re all just set to soap opera mode, she’s making like five lore retcons a book, and there’s even more of her signature weird importance placed on bloodlines than ever. Also why is everyone acting like Alistair murdered their entire family just because he was kind of a gossipy little bitch when he was like 13. Like Cordelia acts like disowning him would be the moral thing to do every time someone brings it up. It is NOT that serious!