#so i ask if I can book sooner and i'm told yeah sure when are you available

[haniawritesthings]

ah the irony of it being near impossible to get a hold of the accessibility office

[blingblong55]

Worth it- 141 & Laswell

pic credits: @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot (left)and @ave661 (middle)

Based on a request: Wait, wait, first of all hope you're doing well and make sure to drink a glass of water if you haven't already. Cozy? Yeah? Okay, Can I request something (you can choose whether it's a HCor not,etc etc) on how TF141 would react to meeting a teen boy around 15-16, who's like a genius in engineering, mathematics, and physics? Like the boy could legitimately build a rocket if he had the time, help and materials. Maybe the meet him because he got in trouble with the government for unknowingly making a weapon? Maybe he made it for a class assignment and it was stolen without his knowledge? Whatever you think makes sense here. Leaving space for you to enter your own creative thoughts, just the general idea of it. The boy is based on a character of mine from a book I'm writing, his name his Michael, but ofc you can switch that up however you wish. Have fun with this one Ignore if it doesn't sound fun to ya <3 ---- M!Reader, genius!reader, platonic!relationship? ----

A/N: drank enough water, thanks for the reminder <3

Y/N, the name of the unknown internet user that had been chased by many governments and caught by the one and only Task Force 1-4-1.

You created something so dangerous that no one believed Laswell when she told her bosses the age you had when you started all this. You created the one thing most geniuses working for the government didn't know existed outside of the numbers and graphs they had done for it. At first, the FBI had named you un-sub A. Now, they can finally put a name to the unknown face.

How were you caught? Well, it wasn't easy, let's start there. When all this mess began, you were no older than fifteen. You are practically a ticking bomb to the government so when they heard that someone was asking the right questions to chemists around your city, they began to search for you. Laswell at the time was on a small break from work but the journals you had left in your parent's home when you ran away one rainy day.

In the journals, Laswell found all she needed to have a task force assigned to find you. She called it Operation Mikey, the name was just to fill in the void of the one thing she couldn't find, you.

Your parents weren't much help in giving your name, hence why Mikey became a temporary replacement. With them high off any drug and you on the run with the rest of your journals, Price was tasked with finding you and making sure you were secured in their care.

For three months, you ran away. Moving to different cities and continuing your research of the chemical weapon you fabricated in your bedroom, the same one Laswell had locked in a laboratory somewhere in the capital of the country.

In month four, you found an abandoned building in the middle of the desert. That's where your laboratory, if you can call it that, began.

For months after that, you collected data and it wasn't until nine months later that Soap found you trading chemicals with some scientist that you were caught.

Once you were brought in, they had realised so much about you. You were way younger than what their profile had thought of, much more intelligent than they'd think a person your age was and so skilled in engineering, mathematics, and physics.

"Why didn't we find his information sooner," Laswell questions her bosses. "Kid was never even registered by his parents." The man on the phone answers. "How the hell did he even get this kind of education then?" She asks again but you had that answer.

"My parents just bought me books and hired a weird guy from the street to teach me anything," you respond and Price chuckles. "Bullshit, kid. Now tell us, how the hell did you get all of these journals?" He points to the evidence bags. Your research of months now being read by other scientists.

"I am the creator of them, not let me go," you protest against Ghost's grip on you. "No chance," Price barks. "What's your real name?" Laswell asks you. "Y/N," you answer knowing it was either this or get thrown in some federal prison.

"And you created this weapon? do you have any idea how dangerous it is to create something like this? How many people it would take to create a mathematical concept and then make it into a physical form?"

"It's not that hard, lady," you answer with an attitude. Were people this dumb?

It took hours, lots of bribing and one request from Soap and Gaz to give you food for you to open up. What? you are a teenager who needs enough food for growth, of course, you'll talk once they give you food. Talking and having to dumb it down took hours though. After all, how can you explain to hardheaded soldiers about probability theory, and why it mattered so much to your project that it took ten trials and two journals worth of failed work to get?

Laswell was more than impressed, no seriously, she was like a proud mother listening to you explain every page and even give notes in only a way that a teenage boy would to idiotic adults like them. She thought it was so adorable how a boy your age would throw nerdy jokes into the explanations and how she watched you be the only one to laugh at them.

Ghost would often smile when you'd give a snarky comment to Price. Don't get him started on the chuckles he let out when you threw a few old man jokes at Price or made comments on Soap's weird hairstyle. The comments towards Gaz were funny but also adorable how you tried to find more reasons to get him annoyed.

Price thought of his son who was about your age when you'd get excited over your most recent discovery for the weapon you had created. It was nice to know that behind all that matter in your head, you were still a kid. It was even nicer when you'd make the jokes no one understood but secretly, Price's nerdy self understood some jokes.

Gaz saw his younger brother in you, which is why even when you made jokes at his expense, he would let them pass. The way you looked at him when having to explain things was nice in some way but it was way funnier when you called Soap the smart one of all four for being able to understand the way bombs work better than anyone and then have Ghost shake his head and tell you, "that man is just a muppet, don't believe what we tell you about his work."

Soap was fascinated by you for sure. Just like Price, he understood some of the jokes, even the cheesy puns you made about certain elements. He liked you, it was something fresh from the people he usually deals with.

The team, for the past few days, grew to adore the nerdy man you are. Yeah, you teased and even called them out on wrong facts but it was new. It's good to have someone so intelligent and be so honest with them this time. What was funny is that you know so much about many topics few understand but you don't know much about real life outside of the nerdy realm you live in. It's a nice feeling when passing by Laswells office you find a framed picture of the day Ghost and the other men of the team taught you about hunting and even how to play baseball, something you sucked at in the beginning but have gotten better over time.

It's like having four funny, serious, and cool dads and an amazing mum whilst being taken care of at the base the team called home.

A/N: I hope this was somewhat okay and good luck on your book!

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[ryin-silverfish]

I really like Azure Lion as a character. Yeah, you can stop following me now. /j

But no, seriously, I like how LMK has adapted this particular character, given him way more potential complexity than his novel counterpart——not that it's a high bar, the LCR trio of JTTW are just demon warlords living in a literal human slaughterhouse.

Which is why I deeply dislike the take that "Oh, Azure manipulated SWK into fighting the JE! He's just using him like a pawn!" Like, wow, way to completely butcher two characters' personality and agency in one go.

Such takes reduce SWK to some innocent kid, when he is at most an impulsive, daring teenager who haven't met a single real obstacle so far——he robbed the dragon kings blind, and they couldn't do a thing! He struck his name and all his monkeys' names off the Book of Life and Death! What couldn't he do?

And Azure's failing isn't him telling a toddler: "You know what? Driving your tricycle into oncoming traffic will be real fun, trust me kiddo." It's letting his friend go way over the speed limit and not telling him that he should maybe, y'know, slow down, bc he'd seen his epic driving skills, SWK's the bestest driver he ever met, surely nothing would happen!

(And also, no one in that car is sober, except Macaque.)

What I'm getting at here is, even without Azure, SWK is not gonna be content with sitting on his mountain, eating peaches forever. Hell, he sure doesn't in the novel, where his demon king brothers are little more than namedropped NPCs.

He is always gonna want more, chase after greater destinies, drown out that existential ennui and fear of death at the back of his mind with bigger and bigger power-ups and the laughters of his companions.

He told himself he would be content after getting this one thing he wanted. That he could stop at any time. But alas, like any ADHDer, he will not stop at this one exciting thing, and sooner or later, the boredom sets in, and he gets ideas and impulsively leaps into making them reality.

That is the Mind Monkey at his worst: being a whirlwind of chaos, while unknowingly enslaved to his own chaotic mind.

(In the book, this is Wu Cheng'en's reminder to the reader that, even though you shouldn't keep your heart constantly under lock and keys, Neo-Confucian style, the other extreme——letting it go completely wild, disregarding all external rules and consequences, can be equally disastrous.)

And when that car was driven through the Celestial Palace's front door, off a bridge, and straight into a ditch, it was him in the driver's seat, steering the wheels the whole time.

Everyone else in that car failed terribly as friends when they didn't voice any objections, or try to get him off the driver's seat, or realize that cheering and egging him on is an awful idea, however genuine their blind trust was.

Like, they are certainly not helping, and made the situation much, much worse. If you let your buddy drive while under influence and hand him more beers in the car, even if you are also drunk out of your mind and aren't actively trying to get him into a traffic accident, you are a shitty, irresponsible friend.

But the thing is? SWK is still responsible for the consequences of his decisions. He could have stopped, by his own volition, and no one was holding a gun to his head and forcing him to drive. He, too, wanted this.

That, to me, makes a much more interesting narrative than "Poor innocent baby SWK was puppeted into becoming the Great Sage in Heaven by shady blue cat, how awful!"

Oh, and since I'm feeling particularly salty today, I'll also ask some last questions: is SWK so weak-willed and devoid of self-agency to you that he couldn't even OWE his most famous title, the Great Sage in Heaven, 100%, without being manipulated into it?

Is SWK so immature and unintelligent to you that he is incapable of being a genuine idealist or rebel, that he cannot agree, out of the depth of his heart, that the Celestial Realm sucks balls and needs better management?

TL;DR: Havoc! Era Azure Lion isn't some cult leader brainwashing this kid into becoming his figurehead. He's the dumbass who's too busy staring at his teenage crush to care about the blaring police sirens.

Also, I had a bit of an epiphany after writing this: why am I so annoyed by people reading Azure's idealization of SWK as him intentionally manipulating and love-bombing him? Because it is a very western and modern reading.

For someone with traditional Confucian beliefs, it is perfectly normal——it is what you are supposed to feel, as a liege who has found your just and virtuous lord.

If Romance of the Three Kingdoms existed back then, he would probably describe himself as the Guan Yu to SWK's Liu Bei, however wonky the analogy was.

(Gosh, now I want a "Four Classics read each other" crossover.)

I'm not saying it is healthy or wise. But under this context, putting your lord on a pedestral was normalized, and even encouraged, as the virtue of a righteous gentleman. It was the sort of ideals romanticized culture-wide. NOT having such beliefs would probably make you look weird.

And since the Celestial Realm in the novel is a parody of Confucian hierarchy in a Daoist trenchcoat, it was really no surprise that an idealistic ex-celestial soldier would hold the same beliefs.

To torture the analogy further, the problem is that he was trying to be the Guan Yu to SWK's Liu Bei, when the Brotherhood had more in common with the Bandits of the Marsh, down to their giant downer ending.

[gold-snek-hoe]

Hello and welcome to Opinions from an Internet Nobody. Today's essay:

"Ger therapy" is the new "You need Jesus": One Weirdo's Navigation through Cultural Shame

This is a supposedly well-meaning sentiment that is often weaponized against people who are behaving outside of perceived cultural norms. It's a favorite of homophobes who see queerness/transness as a mental illness, but I've been seeing it used to demonize kink (which historically is often linked to queerness), and more generally any "weird" behavior that makes people uncomfortable.

For example, otherkin, systems (especially those with fictives), and people who take fictional characters as partners. Y'know, "weirdos" who "can't separate reality from fiction." And, sure, sometimes there can be a problem with that distinction, but I know as well as you that most internet strangers saying "get therapy" don't actually give a shit about the mental health of those they target. It's code for "your behavior makes me uncomfortable, stop it."

Same sentiment as "you need Jesus."

This has actually taken me a long time to figure out. I've been in therapy for my entire adult life, working through various traumas, severe depression, anxiety, all that. Those were the biggest problems as they negatively impacted, and often endangered, my life. It was only after my hospitalization in 2020, where I was finally put on much needed medication, that I could start to grow into myself.

I changed my name. I top surgery. I came out as polyamorous. I finally got my official autism diagnosis. Now I'm fuckin' married! But... there are still things I'm working through in therapy. Mainly, shame over my "weirder" behaviors. My current therapist has been a huge blessing in helping me accept the things I was too ashamed to admit.

Now, I feel comfortable enough to share.

I'm otherkin. Always have been. My connection to my humanity is tenuous, and I'm sure that's connected to my autism. When mad, I feel phantom horns sprouting from my forehead. I have a tail that swishes back and forth at the base of my spine. In my soul, I am monstrous, and years of therapy has not erased that.

I feel like I'm only half in the physical world most of the time. This doesn't hinder my real-world success (I graduated college Summa Cum Laude, have an IMDB page, and am on my third book), but informs the way I look at the world. There's a whole other universe in my head that hums along with me in my day-to-day. That's part of why I'm so skilled as a writer. To ask me to divorce from that is to tell me to stop existing. Sorry, it's how I've always operated.

Lastly, and this is the one I'm really anxious about, I have a fictional husband. Now, looking at my blog, you might say "yeah, no shit," but I don't just ship myself with him. I mean I practice pop-culture Witchcraft, and the Goblin King is my patron. I mean I have a Labyrinth-themed tarot deck that I talk to him with. I mean I held a ritual to spiritually marry him. Basically, I Snape-wived myself.

And guess what? My therapist isn't concerned. It's not hurting my ability to live my life. I have other interests, hobbies, and goals outside of him, which he actively encourages in all our tarot sessions! I wouldn't be doing this if he didn't support me. My IRL spouse is usually there for whatever magical shit I'm doing, and supports me! Some of my closest friends know, and the only complaint I've gotten is "this guy seems important to you, I wish you told me sooner." Hell, my MOTHER knows and supports me, which is huge, because our relationship was pretty damaged after I came out as trans.

If you have a problem with the way I live my life, when literally nobody else does, take a good long look at why. You don't give a fuck about my mental health. You just don't like that I'm weird.

Tl;dr: My mental health is better than it's ever been since embracing the weird, so leave me and my imaginary husband Marak Sixfinger alone.

[demonichikikomori]

WYD???

Virgin!Idia Shroud x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.6k+ Tags: Non-Con Somnophilia/Idia is So Delusional

Art is by tako86734108 on Twitter!

Heyohohohooi!! Boku wa Dekomori desu! ... Please don't laugh at me. I'm allowed to be cringey online... Let's do our best with another fic for the 13 Lovely Hauntings.

SUMMARY:

You fell asleep at Idia's apartment after fighting with your boyfriend and Ortho is staying the night at a friends house. You know what they say, never fall asleep first at a slumber party.

Idia looked down at you with a frown as tears rolled down your cheeks. You stood at his apartment door dressed in crocs, flannel pajama pants, a baggy band tee, and an oversized zip-up hoodie. It was dark and the rain had finally started to fall, thankfully you made it before the weather got worse. You sniffled and rubbed at your puffy red eyes as the shut-in began to grimace at the pathetic sight. “So, you came crying to me about it? Why should I be the one to care about your relationship issues?” He scoffed in the doorway as you sniffled and scowled. “For once can you just not be a jerk?!” You snapped with a soft hiccup, a sob followed as you allowed the tears to keep falling. Your boyfriend Ace Trappola had broken up with you after five months of dating. 

It was expected. Someone like that heartless loser was never going to stick around. You were destined to end up in tears at some point. Better sooner than later. 

Idia was silenced by your outburst and stepped away from the door to his apartment as the rain fell harder. “Come on.” He sighed as the blue light of his hair illuminated the dim entrance. Idia had taken notice that each time something between you and Ace happened, you would come running to him. Every argument, every lonely night, you would usually call or text him first. But this time you showed up outside his apartment door. The two of you were friends through the Board Game Club. The only girl in the group that everyone wanted to get along with. Including Idia.

Through the after school club, you became gaming buddies. After that, you became best friends and you often came to Idia’s apartment to hang out. He always kept your favorite manga and snacks stocked up. He always made sure the internet was running its fastest when you raided together. He always made sure his room was tidied up and it smelled decent when you planned to visit. And he always made sure to bribe his younger brother into treating you well. You and him were practically soulmates.

You shuffled after the room rotter while wiping your eyes dry in silence. “Do you still have those copies of Rosario + Vampire?” You asked softly as the tips of Idia’s hair turned pink. “Well yeah, you told me last time you didn’t finish it… I ordered the last twelve for you. They’re on the shelf.” He grumbled as a small smile formed on your face. “I was just making sure. You seem to always have the books I like…” Your tone was soft as you reached Idia’s bedroom door.

However, the bedroom across from him was unusually silent. “Where’s Ortho? He usually sleeps with his TV on.” You asked quietly and Idia looked back at you with a small frown. “He asked if he could stay the night at his friend’s house. It’s just us.” Why do you care anyway? Do you want to see his younger brother more than him? Is that it? You’re into his younger brother now? 

Idia let you into his room and headed back towards the trio of glowing screens at his PC desk. It was the only current light source in the room as you closed his door and retreated to the many bookshelves surrounding his plush bed. “Drinks in the mini fridge. Snacks in the chest.” Idia kept things short as he sat down at his desk and the two of you fell into an unconscious routine. You pulled the manga off of the shelf near his desk, feeling the flames of his hair tickle your hand when you brushed too close. You sniffled once more as you looked over the book and retreated to the large bed pushed into a corner. Lined with anime pillows with smiling and welcoming faces. Especially the tasteful body pillow of a character you couldn’t remember the name of. The bed creaked beneath your weight as you sat and kicked your crocs off of your feet. “Thanks for letting me come over to chill.” You mumbled as Idia began hitting the mechanical keys on his keyboard. “It’s no big deal. You’re the only person that’s allowed to come over anyway.” He snorted as you laid down to read, turning on his blue lava lamp as a source of extra light. “Not even Azul or Lilia? I thought they were your best friends.” You asked curiously as you felt the tears dry against your face and your eyes began to feel heavy. You inhaled the scent of his freshly washed blankets, and what remained of his body wash from what you assumed was the night before. The lingering smell of pomegranates, and that gross 5-in-1 he always used and you continued to clown him for. “… It’s different when you visit.” He answered as the two of you fell into a comfortable silence. The tapping of a keyboard and the soft flipping of pages filled the air. 

xXx

Idia glanced down at the time on his PC as he exited the RPG. It was now the late hour of 3am. When you arrived at his doorstep, it was only 10pm. His body felt stiff from staying seated for so long and he needed to stretch his legs and head to bed. “Hey are you-“ He swiveled his chair and turned to face you on the large bed behind him. Idia had expected you to be awake with a new manga in your hands. But he was greeted with the opposite. 

Your outstretched body had gone still with the manga closed beside you. It was the first one you grabbed from the shelf hours earlier. Your chest rose and fell slowly as you laid on your back, unconscious on his bed under the blue glow of his lava lamp. Idia frowned and clicked his tongue softly with annoyance. He planned to sleep there once he was done with his missions and his party members had all agreed to sign off. You usually slept in Ortho’s room or on the couch when you stayed over. Not his bed.

Idia debated between shaking you awake, or sleeping beside you. He didn’t want to bother waking you up if he didn’t have to and part of him actually felt bad for you. Coming to someone like him after getting dumped? You must be delusional to think that Idia would care about your relationship status. You only started dating Ace to make him jealous. But Idia isn’t an idiot like those other guys. He saw right through you.

He shut his PC off and the room fell pitch black and completely silent. Only the blue lava lamp’s glow and the eternal flames of Idia’s hair guided him towards the bed where you slept. You shifted in your sleep as he stood over you, rolling onto your side with a soft groan as you curled up beside the book. The shut in hesitated, a hand hovering over your shoulder with the silent debate to either kick you out of his room, or spoon you from behind. Idia Shroud is no Patron Saint, he is only a mortal man. His hand retracted with his sharp teeth digging into his bottom lip. He shut off the lava lamp, and crawled onto the bed. The mattress creaked under the additional weight as Idia laid stiffly beside you. As he turned and rested on his side with his chest inches from your back, his nose was only centimeters from the nape of your neck. The scent of your shampoo ignited a fire deep inside of his gut that only became more and more intense with each faint sniff.

Your smell was getting into his blankets. Into his pillows. Into his thoughts. Idia didn’t usually try to smell you when you got too close, but the scenario he had put himself in left him feeling bold. Stuff like this doesn’t happen to hermits like him. These situations only existed in Hentai games. He remained still, feeling himself start to become hard the more sniffs he took and the closer he moved.

He hadn’t realized that he was fully erect until his chest was flush against your back and his hips rolled against you. His erection grinding against your butt in search of friction and relief. There was a silent pause as he waited to see if you would react. His breath caught in his throat as he waited. Laying silent and still in the dark, you continued to breathe softly as you slept. Completely unaware of what was happening behind you. Idia let out the breath slowly and moved his hips away, slipping his hand into his dark blue sweatpants with caution. There was no second layer beneath to prompt the question if he should truly be doing this. As long as you stayed asleep, it wouldn’t matter in the end.

His cock throbbed in his palm as he stroked it slowly. His thumb glided over the blueish tip where it became shiny with pre-cum. He wanted to put it inside of you. It’s not like you would ever know as long as he was careful. Jerking off was a daily thing anyway, it was healthy. This isn’t weird. This isn’t creepy.

You wouldn’t mind anyway, since it’s him.

His hand picked up speed as he laid beside you, taking in quiet inhales of the scent of soap lingering on your skin. You always smelled so good when you came to see him. You did it on purpose. Idia choked back his soft groans as his other hand looped its fingers into the back of your pajama pants and your thin cotton panties, and tugged them down carefully. Each soft sound you made, he would stop. But once you went quiet, he was back to work. Your butt was now exposed as he shuffled his sweatpants down his thighs with a quiet huff. “Please don’t wake up.” He whispered his plea to anyone willing to listen. A hand slipped between your thighs as he stroked himself, nudging the sticky tip against the plush fat of your ass with a quiet whimper. He wanted to put it in so bad. His fingers awkwardly rubbed the folds of your pussy, rubbing and teasing until he found the pearl of nerves he recognized as your clit. 

Now he felt lost. 

You were supposed to be ‘gushing’ right? Super soaked and leaking with juices… Right? Idia had only gotten this far and farther in Ero-Games. Not real life. He wasn’t stupid, but the lack of experience made him feel like he was lost at sea. His fingers rubbed slow, methodical circles around your clit as he listened to the hitches in your breath and the soft moans leaving your throat. His hips slowly bucked against you as he began to glide his cock between the warm welcoming flesh of your thighs. There, he was greeted by the wetted folds of your pussy. It wasn’t as ‘wet’ as he imagined, but maybe this was how actual sex was. Women aren’t superhumans like in anime. He knows that much. He pulled his fingers away and hesitated, listening to your breathing steady again as he thought of his next move.

He carefully slipped an arm underneath your body, using it to pull you closer as he rested his other hand on your exposed hip. His nails dug into the skin as he began to feel the weight of his actions. Was this really a good idea? What if you woke up?

Idia lowered his head to rest against your shoulder as he felt shame wash over him. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. But he couldn’t stop his hips from hungrily thrusting against your folds. The way your cunt throbbed against him… The way it made him slippery with your juices… It made it so much harder for him to reach rationality. And with an experimental canter of his hips, he began to push inside of your hot, wet walls. 

Idia thought his heart would stop as you convulsed and squeezed around him. The tips of his hair turned bright pink and his face burned as he stopped to become accustomed to the new and overwhelming experience. His hips were now flush against your butt as he tried steadying his breathing and holding back the urge to fuck you full of his sperm. The way your pussy clenched around him, sucking him in deeper instead of pushing him out. He knew you wanted this. That was why you came to him after getting dumped. You were just too shy to ask for a pity fuck. 

“Fuck…” He whimpered against your shoulder as he slowly began to thrust. With each slow drag of his cock, he felt lightheaded from the pleasure. This was way different than his hand or a toy. This was you. You are the one person he wanted to pounce on and use until he was drained and satisfied. And now he has you. It’s just too bad Ace got to you first. The thought of Ace on top of you began to sicken him. It began to infuriate him. His hips quickened as he pounded into you from behind, the tips of his hair burned brighter from that gentle pink into the aggressive orange shade. The erotic sound of skin meeting and the wet squish of him penetrating you over and over left him moaning against the back of your neck. Idia’s eyes fluttered shut as he relished in the feeling of his cock throbbing deep inside of your gummy walls. There was a soft growl leaving his throat as he nudged against what he could only imagine was your cervix. When your body clenched even tighter around his cock? He felt like he was on the edge of unloading inside of you. You wanted him to do this. You wanted him to take advantage of you.

You wanted him as much as he wanted you. 

He refused to slow down now. He hit the spot over, and over, and over again deep inside of you as he could feel a thin layer of sweat clinging to his skin. He was pulsating, his balls twitching with excitement as you began to squirm in his arms. “Don’t run away from me.” He lifted his head and snarled against your skin before the sudden arrival of his orgasm weakened him. His hips stuttered to a stop as he stayed buried inside of you. With each weak pulse, he filled you with thick loads of hot, sticky, sperm. He could feel you starting to thrash as his arms flailed and he clamped a hand over your mouth. You were screaming into his hand, arousing him further with your panicked state. But Idia was bigger, and stronger than you. The shut in began wrestling you face down onto his bed as he stayed nestled inside of you. The uncomfortable heaviness of his body on top of yours and the pulses of his cock continuing as he filled you up made your stomach twist in disgust. You tried biting at his hand, clawing at his arms protected by his long sleeves, screaming in hopes of his neighbors hearing, kicking your legs to get him off of you. The scent of pomegranate and that disgusting 5-in1 Idia used began to fill you with anxiety as he rolled his hips into yours, shushing you softly as he whispered into your ear. “What’re you doing? Don’t be so shy. This is why you came here, isn’t it?”

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[honeybeedewdrops]

The Doll House | J.Seresin

Summary: Its Christmas Eve and Hangman is tasked with putting together the barbie dream house. Unfortunately for him it's a lot more work than he thought.

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It's Christmas Eve and to be honest Christmas was on of your favourite holidays. The best part Santa now that you had kids you could make it just as magical as your parents did.

Your two boys Alex and Archie were already asleep now was your daughter she was a little more tough. "Mommy can you read to me?" she asks as you tuck her in "Of course" you say pulling a Christmas book from her shelf and begin to read. You finish up the book and kiss her goodnight "Mommy when's Santa coming?" "When you're asleep" "but I can't sleep" "well then Santa won't come" "what no he has to come" "then close your eyes and rest" she sighs and does but opens then right back up. "can you lay with me" you nod and stay with her rubbing circles and playing with her hair anything to get her to sleep.

You leave her room and head downstairs seeing it's 12:00am. "Ok she's finally asleep. So i'll start on the stockings and you can start building the small cars set up for the boys, then we'll finish up with the barbie dream house" "ok but once done with the cars set up i'll start the Barbie dream house" Jake said. You walk up to him "hmm it's a lot of pieces and very confusing are you sure you can handle it?" "Baby I can handle anything you throw at me" "If you're sure" You say leaving him to the cars track and Barbie dream house.

Jake put together the cars track in no time "Ok Barbie dream house lets get this done" Jake says getting out a knife and tearing the box opened. He pulls out the pieces and gets to work, about 10 minutes into building it he was letting out a stream of curse words. You walk into the living room and see Jake sitting on the floor getting very upset. You chuckle before walking over to him "I told you to wait" "Yeah well this shit is stupid" He says holding up a piece. You lean down and give him a kiss on the lips "how about you take a break for a second and then we'll get back to it" He sighs and rubs his face before getting up. You stand up with him and cuddle on the couch as well as making out a few times "ok you ready to finish this for our girl?" "ok let's go" and you both get to work.

"this is stupid. God damn the things we do" Jake says getting frustrated once again. "Ok take a chill pill" you say taking the instructions from him. "you sit" you say pointing at the couch. Jake sat on the couch and watched. "Ok" you say looking at the piece you were holding "what the shit is this" Jake just smirks but it falls as he watches you take apart all his hard work "what are you doing?" "This piece is wrong" and you take others and continue to build.

Soon you finished the doll house "How?" He asks shocked you chuckle "It was quite simple sometimes all you need is a little help" "But i'm the man i'm supposed to build things" He jokes "Shut up you fool we all know i'm the man of the house" "Oh really" he says coming after you. "Jake no stop" you squeal "Shhh don't wake the kids" he chuckles as you two kiss.

You break away "ok come on let's go to bed we need some sleep before the little grimlins are up" you say heading up to bed. You looked at the clock and see that its 2:30am. You sigh knowing it's going to be little sleep for you. If it weren't for the doll house then you'd probably be in bed sooner, but you knew it would be worth it to see your little girls face.

The next morning your kids were up at 6:00am and boy were you guys tired but the looks on your kids faces were amazing. Your kids were so excited and couldn't believe it. The look on your daughters face was priceless. You couldn't be happier, you had a wonderful family. "I love you" You say walking up to Jake and wrapping your arms around him "I love you too"

"Daddy come play" your daughter says dragging towards the house. "Ok ok i'm coming" You smile seeing your twins playing with their cars and your husband and daughter having the time of their lives.

[livesworthlivingau]

Lives Worth Living Chapter 11

ISAT Spoilers below!

"So… 30 years huh?… Wow..." (Isa started, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. The two of you were alone again as everyone settled in for the night.)

"I-I know… I'm sorry Isa, I should have told you sooner, I- was panicking and I didn't want to scare you and-and-"

"Woah! Hey! Deep breaths, Sif, okay?.." (He spoke softly, walking over to gingerly take your hand in his.)

"I can't imagine what you're going through right now, and you told us in like what? A week? That's a win in my book!" (He let out a hearty chuckle as you join in with a lighter giggle, still on the verge of breaking down again as you tried your deep breaths.)

"Besides, the King and all that just happened for us, so we've been going through a bit too. Just... don't worry about that. I'm so glad you told us, that's all that matters." (There it is… His giant sweet smile… You could never resist that face. You grip his hand back tighter and nod, letting out a little sniffle.)

"Okay… a-and… i-if this makes thing's… uhm.. weird? I-l understand if you don't wan-" (lsa's hand rose to your face, slowly cupping your cheek. He stared for a moment, his eyes asking for permission. You feel your face darken before giving the slightest nod, the both of you closing your eyes before he leans in to press his lips against yours. Your heart flutters madly, holding him close and savoring this moment for as long as you can. Almost wanting to pull him back when he finally breaks it.)

"Heh… Wow… I-I guess you've had a lot more practice then me at this point but uhhh… was that… nice?"

"Hehe... It was just as perfect as the first time~." (You watch as his face erupts in a deep, dark shade of blush. Looking away some and making the cutest little noises.)

(The both of you finally turn in for the night, snuggling up close as you've so dearly missed. You enjoy the best night sleep you've had since you looped again.)

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(Early the next morning, the both of you lie in bed lazily, enjoying the company and not wanting the moment to end.)

"... S-So you're sure it's not weird?..."

"... Well I mean... maybe a little, yeah, like... If our relationship was some kinda test, and I had to study super hard and work my butt off to try and ace it... and you just have all the answers written on the inside of your hat." (He chuckled some, still blushing as he kissed the top of your head.)

"Buuuut. You're still Sif, my favorite Siffarooni! Even if you are a cheater~." (You pout a bit at his words, causing him to laugh yet again.)

"Just promise me you won't use any of that secret info for evil, alright?"

"Heh... No promises~." (You tease, reaching over to juuuust the right spot before-.)

"TICKLE ATTACK!" (You shout before Isa practically shrieks in a giggle, thrashing about as this secret spot, suddenly tumbling out of bed with you. The two of you plummet on the floor with a heavy thud, landing onto his chest with your face dangerously close to his again. You stare into eachother's eyes for a moment, faces heating up, then lean in closer for yet another ki-)

(The door swings open suddenly. Odile is standing there in her night gown, looking a bit concerned at first... then her face quickly turns into an annoyed scowl. She rolls her eyes and grumbles before just closing the door again. You both hear a faint-)

"They're fine!... more than fine even..."

(You chuckle a bit together before returning to eachother's gaze, leaning in again to share your second kiss... and third, and 4th a-)

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"So are you two gonna start being all gross and kissy all the time now?" (You choke on a bite on your breakfast, Isa freezing up some in response as well.)

"Boniface, it's rude to make fun of young love... so you're only allowed to insult Siffrin about it."

"H-Heeeey!" (You snap back as she smirks, still trying to recover from the choking.)

"C'mon you two, don't make fun of them for being in love, it's really cute!" (Mirabelle chimed in, she always loved hearing about your relationship, just like one of her novels. It was actually kinda empowering how she would cheer you both on so much.)

"Thank you Mira, at least someone appreciates true love~." (You tease, sticking your tongue out at the other two. The both of them make gagging sounds about it. Your whole family shares a nice chuckle about it... It's been a long time since you'd all been together... It was nice... You can't help but think this is the last time you want to experience this moment... this exact moment, as it is... You don't want to force things anymore, you don't want to relive the same moments over and over again, no matter how nice they were. You can't force your family through that again! You can't force them ever again!)

"Sif?" (You snap out of it suddenly, looking around at everyone staring at you, looking slightly concerned... You were gripping the tablecloth like a vice, bunched up in your hand. You let go, sinking into your chair a bit more as you hugged yourself.)

"... Sorry... I was getting in my own head again..." (Isa just gave that bright smile as always, putting an arm around your shoulder. He softly pulled you closer, planting a smooch on your head. Your face darkened deeply as he held you.)

"Heh, well then I'll just have to come in there and rescue you now and then!"

"Heh... be careful in there, it's quite the... mind field." (You get the familiar mixed laugh and groan from the group, just laying your head against Isa's chest. You focus on his breathing and heartbeat to help stay out of your own head... Slowly returning to the conversation at hand once you've calmed down properly. You all make plans for your route to Bambouche, sticking to the original idea since it seemed to work out before.)

[angelsanarchy]

Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 22 -> CH 23

Tagging:@roryculkinluvr@thatsthewrongwallcraig@icarus-star @cc-luvr @madamemaximoff06@shady-the-simp @quicksilversg1rl @s-0lar @kristennero-wallacewellsver@ophelialaufey @mayathepsychic1999 @x-prettyboy-x @rorylover71 @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27

TW: Mutual Masturbation, Fingering, Jerking Off

Jack had gone home and practically paced waiting for Y/n to call. He knew she wasn't coming around until later but he was excited to spend time with her. He watched the clock and tried to work on a few pages to pass the time but once he heard the knock at the front door, he practically broke his foot trying to run down the steps.

"Hey! Sorry I'm late, I didn't want to come straight over in my scrubs." Y/n let herself in and looked freshly showered but exhausted.

"That's fine, we can play it low key tonight and actually go out when you get a day off." Jack smiled gesturing towards the living room. She plopped down on one side of the couch and Jack followed suit on the opposite end. He had already ordered food and told her to get comfortable. She noticed he had his laptop sitting on the coffee table and gestured towards it.

"How's the writing going?" She asked kicking her shoes off so she could rest her feet on the couch next to Jack's leg.

"It's going pretty well, I had to keep myself busy today so I got a few pages written." Jack confessed making Y/n smile.

"Can I read some of it?" She asked carefully. Jack hesitated for a moment before passing her the laptop. He watched her read the pages, taking a mental note of her eyes scanning the words and chewing on her lip.

"Jack...this is really good. I mean it's dark as hell and I know it's supposed to be about your life but it's really good." Y/n looked up from the laptop and Jack's eyebrows went up.

"You think so? I mean it's a first draft but-" Y/n leaned the screen down to look at Jack.

"Shut up and take the compliment." She moved to sit next to him and scrolled through his pages to point things out

"I love how the story teller is framing these events in his life as small signs of what's to come. As if his path was predetermined by the actions of his father, an avalanche of tragedy." Jack just stared at her in amazement. He moved towards her to kiss her but the sound of the doorbell stopped him. Y/n laughed realizing he was going to kiss her.

"Should have ordered the food a little sooner." She smirked. He pushed up from the couch and grabbed the food. They fell into comfortable conversation about random things from the book to the chaos his appearance at her work caused. Jack had no regrets and was glad that there were people who kept her mind on him throughout the day.

"You're such a cocky punk. You knew my boss was going to eat you up with a spoon." Y/n shoved Jack with her foot and he caught it with his hands.

"How could I possibly know your boss was an older woman? I just do really well with older women." Jack bragged rubbing her feet. He could see that it was providing relief and kept massaging her foot.

"Now you're just distracting me with a nice...foot massage. Fuck your hands are strong." She hissed.

"Am I hurting you?" He stopped and she narrowed her eyes at him.

"No it feels great, don't stop." Jack laughed continuing to rub her feet.

"This is not what I thought I would be doing for you to say that." Jack teased. Y/n let out a laugh and rested her head on the back of the couch to look at him.

"Yeah? I take it the new meds are treating you well?" Y/n asked making Jack nod.

"I haven't started them yet. I'm afraid I won't be able to get off now if I change them now." Jack explained and Y/n shook her head.

"I can always take my shirt off if you're feeling repressed. Don't sacrifice your sanity and sleep for an orgasm, Jack." She sat up on her elbows and he laughed.

"Honestly I'm not even sure it would work if I tried to fuck anyone. For now, it works for me exclusively." Jack felt comfortable talking to Y/n about these sorts of things. He didn't know if it was because he was attracted to her or if it was because they had talked openly about the medications.

"Well then lets test it out." Y/n pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. Jack stopped rubbing her feet, allowing her to pull her legs back towards herself so she could unbutton her jeans and slid them just below her ass.

"Does this make you uncomfortable?" Y/n asked partially exposed. Jack could feel his dick stiffen and he shook his head, unbuttoning his jeans and show her the tent that was in his boxers.

"Not anymore." He said rubbing his cock on top of the fabric.

"You might want to take your shirt off...in the event you cum, I'd hate for you to stain one of your emo shirts." Y/n teased putting her fingers in her mouth. Jack can see her pussy as she pushes her panties to the side to finger herself. One hand pinched her nipples as she continued to play with her clit. He was so hard now, all he could do was stroke himself. Watching Y/n's fingers move in and out of her glistening pussy made him think about what it would feel like to have her ride him right here on the couch, her tits bouncing in his face as she fucked herself on his cock. He groaned freeing his cock, spitting on his hand and mixing that with the precum on the tip so he could have the feeling of skin to skin contact.

"Your cock looks even better when its hard. I fucking knew it would." Y/n bit her lip adding a third finger and letting her head fall back.

"Fuck..you can't...you can't say shit like that or I'm going to cum entirely too soon." Jack complained stroking himself faster.

"I wasn't aware we were being timed. I'm going to get off, when I get off." Y/n laughed watching Jack's chest rise and fall trying to catch his breath.

"Fuck I want to cum on your tits so bad." Jack said jaw dropping slightly staring at her tits bouncing with her rigorous hand movements. She used her free hand to pop the front of the bra open letting her tits spill out.

"Oh fuck." Jack moaned. He couldn't help but want to bury his face between them. Y/n continued to whine loudly and Jack wanted to be the one who pulled those sounds from her.

"Don't be shy Jack. I want to hear you." Y/n begged.

"I want to fuck you into this couch. I want to cum inside of you until it's running down your legs. I want to feel you cum around my cock." Y/n moaned Jack's name as she found her release, rubbing her clit and making her knees jump together as she pushed herself to keep touching sensitive bits. Jack could feel his orgasm building, eyes shut trying to get there. He was afraid if he got distracted he would embarrass himself and be unable to cum.

"Jack...open your eyes and look at me. I want you to look at me when you cum. I want you to know that the next time you cum, it will be down my throat." Jack watched Y/n take her wet fingers and put them in her mouth.

"Fuck!" Jack cried milking his cock until he was cumming all over the front of his shirt, almost hitting his neck. He slowed his hand down, feeling the jump of the sensitive tip as he grazed it.

It was silent for a few moments as they both looked at each other and started laughing.

"You're a fucking freak." Jack shook his head.

"And you love every second of it." Y/n stuck her tongue out at him.

"You also should have taken your shirt off." She reminded him pointing at the cum that was already starting to dry on his black shirt. She leaned forward to crawl towards him on the couch and Jack worried she might try to go for a second round.

"No worries, I'm not pushing the boundaries. I just wanted to give you something." Y/n leaned forward and kissed Jack carefully not to startle him of make him anxious. She let her tongue run along his own before pulling away.

"I wanted to say thanks and congratulations on the orgasm. It was great." She smiled in his face and he returned it.

"I also wanted to give you a little taste of what you're in for if you're down for a second date." Jack could taste her on his tongue and nodded.

"Is the first date already over?" He asked curiously and she laughed putting her head down for a moment.

"I don't want to make you feel cheap but if I don't go home now, I'll be too tired to walk home." She explained. Jack knew how tired she was and this probably only made it worse.

"It's okay. I completely understand." Jack put himself back in his jeans and watched Y/n pull her shirt over her head, not bothering to put her bra back on. He walked her to the door and she turned to look at him.

"This was a lot of fun Jack. I'm glad I said yes to a first date." Y/n smiled sweetly at him and he blushed.

"I'm pretty glad you said yes too. Let me know when you get home." Jack said rolling his eyes knowing that she was going to make a smartass remark about being across the street. She kissed his cheek and gave his hand a squeeze before walking out the door. Jack watched her walk down the drive and towards her house before shutting the door and running his hands down his face trying to take in what had just happened. He couldn't help but smile thinking about the night as a whole. He hadn't remembered having that much fun in one night with someone ever. He ran his hands down his shirt and felt his cum streak down his shirt more.

"Dammit." He cussed at himself knowing this shirt wasn't ruined but knowing he would get hard every time he wore it.

[nalyra-dreaming]

"don't be afraid, just start the tape" is what Louis tells Daniel after telling him he is a vampire in the book, I don't remember all the book quotes but I remember that one, it's right before the actual interview starts

My theory is this is going to be the second to last episode of the season and that I'll be mostly a flashback to the original interview in the 70's (meaning we'll see some of that first version of events Louis told Daniel, aka the "admitted performance" which paints lestat in a worse light) and I think we'll see Daniel remembering the devil's minion and that he actually knows both Louis and Armand so much better than he thought (I believe the show version of the devils minion had some Louis/Armand/Daniel poly action since Louis and Armand are still together on this version) so we have a finale in which all the cards are (seemingly) on the table and Daniel starts to ask the real questions now that he remembers and begins to push Louis for the hard truths he is hiding from himself

I'm also hoping that if I'm right about Louis being involved in the devil's minion arc present day Daniel might say something about them using him as "a band aid for their shitty marriage" as he told Louis about Claudia, it would give more weight to Armand's "don't look down on Claudia, look in the mirror"

Ha, yeah, I also think that Louis was/is more involved with the Devil's Minion arc! You already called several things, but there is also Louis' "our boy" in episode 1, and then of course Armand calls Daniel "a gift from Louis" in the books, which I'm sure the show will hook into 😈

I am not so sure if the relationship is "still" or "again". I think Jacob spilled the beans there in one of the recent interviews, when he said "why Louis would choose that relationship again", which would align with the books, and also give a lot of fodder to play with, show-wise. (As I do believe some of the events may have happened already).

I do think though that in the finale all the cards are already on the table. Or, better, the table has been set - somehow we will have to segue into s3, and for that Lestat has to show up in some kind of manner in Dubai. How they'll spin it? I have a few ideas, but ultimately I think Daniel will start to tear it all apart much sooner. I actually think that it will be the second episode of the season he will remember all that - because Jacob called Dubai "explosive" and can you just imagine the changed dynamics with a Daniel who remembers being imprisoned, remembers being chased, remembers falling in love, with ARMAND.

I for one would definitely call that explosive :)))

[final-girl96]

My Boyfriend's Back Chapter One

Masterlist

Sunday 10:00 PM

September 21, 1996

I was down in the basement in my little studio working on some new music. I always lost track of time when I was down here and that was almost every day. Ever since that night, the night I found my mom. I was for a while going to some kind of party or taking every free shift at the video store I could. I tried not to be home longer than I needed to. I ate and slept there, sometimes not even that. It went on for months. Stu would come to find me and take me back to his place and there was always a breakdown that happened when he did.

Then I started to pour all of that anger, guilt, sadness, every single emotion I was feeling into music. I spent more time at home either in my room reading or downstairs in the studio. I mean I did other things too. I still work at Bradley's and I spend time with Stu and my other friends. Me and Sidney haven't been on that great of terms but we're making more progress. After Cotton Weary, one most recent man our mom was seeing, was arrested for her murder Sidney and I had a huge fight.

She didn't want to believe that our mother would sleep with someone else. Sid and I had different coping mechanisms. She shut herself off from everyone, especially Billy. She wouldn't let him touch her for months. It was all because we were told that our mother wasn't just murdered, she had been raped first. Sidney locked herself up and became a prude. I mean before that her and Billy couldn't keep their hands to themselves. He was being patient with her but I could see that patience was slowly withering away.

There had always been rumors of Maureen Prescott being the town whore. But that got worse after her murder. People would come up to me and Sidney and tell us we were going to be just like her. I had one girl from school come up to me at a party and tell me I was a whore just like my mother. Let's just say her perfect little face isn't so percent anymore. She cried while I threw punches. I guess I'm lucky she said it at a party and not at school. I should be a junior this year but I studied my ass off enough that I get to skip right to being a senior. I guess taking those AP classes paid off. Sooner I can get out of this town the better.

There was a knock on the door frame since I didn't close the door. Dad didn't really care about the noise, not like mom had. I looked over to see him standing in the doorway. "Hey, sweetheart," he said, walking into the room. I set my pen down, turning around in the chair to look at him better. "Hey." I gave him a small smile. "Thought I'd come down and let you know it's ten o'clock." I turned my head to look at the clock on the desk and sure enough it said ten. "Oh, I didn't realize how late it was." He nodded his head, "You've been losing track of time when you're down here. Everything alright?" He asked. I stood up, nodding my head. "Mmhmm." After turning all the lights off we headed upstairs and went to bed.

Monday 7:00 AM

September 22, 1996

I was in my room getting ready for school when my bedroom door opened. "Good morning, gorgeous!" I rolled my eyes, "Stu, what're you doing here?" I asked. I turned back around, shoving my books in my bag. "What, I can't take my girl to school?" I felt his arms wrap around my waist from behind. His lips connected with my neck. "How'd you get in?" I asked. "Your dad let me in on his way out the door." He rested his chin on my shoulder. "You never called me last night."

"Yeah, sorry about that. I was downstairs and lost track of time. My dad had to come down to get me to come up and go to bed at like ten." He hummed and kissed my temple. "Working on something new?" He asked, sitting on the bed. I nodded, "mmhmm. And no you can not hear it," I said, laughing at his pouty face. His hands went to my hips, moving me so I was standing between his legs. "You've been spending a lot of time down there lately. You doing okay up there?" He asked, tapping two fingers on the side of my head. "You having nightmares again?"

Ah yes, the nightmares. Or more like one nightmare that just comes back over and over. Me walking into the house finding my mom except in the dream she comes back, pointing a finger at me and telling me it was all my fault. "No, no. You know how I get when I'm writing a new song. I hyperfixate on it. That's all it is I promise." He nods his head, gripping my hips slightly and then smirks. "So, you think we have time for a quicky?" I hit his shoulder laughing. "Oh, my god! You're such a perv!" He pulled me down on top of him as he fell back onto the bed, "yeah, but you love me."

Eventually I was able to pull myself away from Stu and we left for school. Sidney had already taken the bus. Billy stopped picking her up after she kept declining over and over. They were on better terms and she actually allowed him to touch her now but they weren't the same as they used to be. And Billy has been a little more closed off since his mom left not long before our mom was murdered. Sidney never really tried to ask if he was okay after mom. He tried being there for her but she was never there for him.

"You going to come over for a little after school?" Sru asked, pulling into a parking spot. "Umm… I have work after school but I'll come over if you pick me up," I told him, smiling. "Deal! But if I pick up after work and bring you home with me, you're staying the night. I fucking miss you." I rolled my eyes as I got out of the car. Stu rushed around to my side taking my bookbag, putting it on one shoulder, and taking my hand with the other. "You see me, like everyday, Stu." He let go of my hand and put his arm around my shoulder to bring me closer so he could kiss my forehead. "Doesn't mean I don't miss you."

[minato-division01]

Meari's Thoughts on Obihiro Division

Hisoka Tetsumasu

"Hisoka Tetsumasu? The guy behind the illegal HypMics? Yeah, Doc told me about him, though much of what she said went over my head. I mean, can you blame me? The guy's a total chickenshit, hiding behind his ranch like it's some kind of goddamn fortress!"

"Sure, he's got his horses, and I'll give him that—horses are cool. My band and I used some in a music video once, and it was badass. But that's where my interest ends. His past with the black market and all that illegal HypMic stuff? It's a joke. He thinks he can just erase all that with a change of scenery? Please."

"I've got no time for cowards. If you're gonna do something, own up to it. Don't run away and pretend to be something you're fucking not. This guy's living proof that you can take the man out of the crime, but you can't take the crime out of the man. He's trying to play it safe now, but trust me: once a scoundrel, always a scoundrel. I'm not buying his little 'reformed' act. As far as I'm concerned, he can keep to his little ranch. I've got bigger stages to conquer."

Daiki Kamiyama

"This fucking kid! He's got his fucking head in the clouds, thinking he's some kind of damn superhero. It's all fun and games until reality hits you like a ton of fucking bricks. I'm all for self-reliance and carving your own path, but let's get real—playing vigilante isn't going to cut it. Kids his age need to wake the fuck up, face the music, and start pulling their own weight. Life's not a comic book, and the sooner he realizes that, the better."

"And if he sees me as some sort of 'supervillain,' well, that’s just fucking perfect. I'll embrace that role with open arms. It's about time someone showed him what real fucking power looks like, and I've got no problem being the one to do it! When we face off in the D.R.B., he'll see just how serious I am. I'm not here to play hero—I'm here to win, and if that makes me the bad guy in his little fantasy, so be it! Let the fucking games begin!"

Jack Verrill

"The butler, trailing after the kid like some kind of watchdog? It's almost fucking pitiful. The guy's got skills, I'll give him that, but babysitting a wannabe hero? That's a waste of talent if you ask me. If he's supposed to be in charge, he should be teaching the kid how to stand on his own damn feet, not fucking coddling him! He should be using his position to give the kid a fucking reality check, not enabling his little delusions."

"But hey, that's their dynamic, not mine. As long as it doesn't interfere with my business, they can do whatever the hell they want. I've got my own path to tread, and it doesn’t include playing nanny to some fucking rich kid."

Veiled Vanguard

"Let's be real, there are bigger fish to fry, and I'm not about to get distracted by fucking small fry like these guys. If they cross us, sure, I'll show them what it means to face off against Minato. Otherwise, some other team can have the pleasure of dealing with them. I've got my sights set on the top, and I don't plan on stopping until we fucking get there."

[ladystoneboobs]

@atopvisenyashill, oh, i don't blame you for the slip-up, just thought if we're trying to get into prince of melancholy mystery's head best to know when he was alive and when he was dead.

personally, i think any rhaelya wedding was more likely at her initiative, not his. being a wife instead of a mistress is the only sure way to escape an unwanted marriage, whether with robert or anyone else her father tried to give her to, possibly someone even worse. a lady known to be "soiled" can still be married off (eg, lysa tully, delena florent & ami frey), but there's less precendant for bigamy involving two husbands, forcing the wife to take a 2nd man. the practice of targ polygamy with 1 man and multiple wives may have died out but that's still a real precendent. (idt elia wouldve welcomed sharing her husband just bc she was dornish, and i hate that fandom assumption, but also idt it's unforgivable for lyanna to think something like that or want to believe the arrangement could work. she was a 15/16yo feeling desperate and her great judgment of character was only proven with people she'd actually met. who knows what, if anything, rhaegar told her about elia.)

the idea that the kg were only doing what they had to save baby king from kinslaying is frustrating not just bc they were escalating the conflict with every word looking for a fight while ned clearly was not, not just bc they couldve and shouldve known the risk of kinslaying by just talking to lyanna, but also bc yeah they shoulve just fled with infant and wet nurse if that were the case. why even risk ned killing them all and getting his hands on rhaegar's last child, as did happen, despite these legendary knights killing most of his men? if the baby's welfare was their top concern, either make him a king in exile, or try to assess ned's actual intentions toward his nephew. staying glued to the toj really is just asking for an ~honorable~ death above all. even if arthur had killed ned and howland, he couldn't stay there at his post forever just bc "kg do not flee" (false, somebody hadn't studied his white book covering the dance). sooner or later robert would find out and come with more than 6 other men, and then lyanna's baby really would be in danger. so, c'mon, like, what's the endgame for a living baby targ king there? ik i'm not buying they couldn't move yet while lyanna was still alive/dying, confined to her bed, not just bc their own words show no concern for her but bc they'd already proven with rhaella that duty to a king overrides duty to any of his female relations. if they really cared about saving rhaegar/lyanna's son rather than just dying for rhaegar, then they should have tried to actually live for that royal baby, not just kill in his name during a glorious last stand.

[craby-bouquet]

Warm Winter Promptlist

We're back with a new Warm Winters!

I started this series in 2019 to fight winter blues with fluff! You can find the whole Warm Winters series here!

You can find the prompts under the cut. So...

Send me a Seventeen or BTS member and 1 or 2 prompts and I will write a short, fluffy story using your prompts and your man!!

Warm winters 2023-2024

1 "Take mine, I don't need it anyway."

2 "You're cold, aren't you?"

3  "There's… only one bed."

4 "Your love will keep me warm."

5 "Those lights are beautiful there."

6 "You bought me a present? I thought we weren't gonna do presents this year."

7 "no I won't be your fake partner to your office Christmas party, don't you remember what happened last time!?"

8 "Don't lie. You hate it."

9 ""You've been laying on my arm all night and I can't feel it."

10 "Yeah so, funny story, I actually thought you would maybe give me a new years kiss? But I guess not, which is fine! Don't worry. I didn't really care anyway." 

11 "...Wow. You look like a princess."

12 "Dance with me."

13 "I… I didn't know you could play the piano."

14 "Do you wanna build a snowman?"

15 "Sing for me?"

16 "It'll be a blue Christmas without you."

17 "I miss you."

18 "All I want for Christmas is you."

19 "I really can't stay."

20 "Baby it's cold outside."

21 "That's a tad too optimistic for me."

22 "Why are you awake right now?"

23 "Wake up! Please wake up! It snowed!"

24 "Is there a reason you're blushing right now?" 

25 "Have you seen my hoodie? You know that one with the blue stripe in the… Wait, you're wearing it, aren't you?"

26 "Are we on a date right now?" "No. We're snowed in." "Ah… so it is a date then?"

27 "I'm not blushing, I'm just cold -or warm. or… whatever. But I'm not blushing."

28 "I think I'm in love with you."

29 "You want hot chocolate?"

30 "The moon sure does look beautiful tonight."

31 "All I do is drink hot drinks and say bad words."

32 "Your feet are so cold!" 

33 "I'm too sober for this."

34 "Wow! I didn't know you could sing."

35 "We'd both warm up faster if we would take off our clothes." "Fuck off."

36 "A water fight? Are you crazy? It's way too cold for that."

37 "I'm the reason you got sick in the first place. So yes, I am indeed going to take care of you."

38 "Can you put on anything other than the Spotify Christmas playlist? I'm sick of it."

39 "It's January! Why are you still listening to Mariah Carey?"

40 "So… valentines is coming up…"

41 "Santa left a lot of presents this year."

42 "Wow, I asked for you, and I actually got you. That Santa guy really is amazing."

43 "I don't want that, I just want to finish my book."

44 "I wanted to say 'I love you' for the first time on Christmas Eve…  but I guess you were a step ahead of me."

45 "Tell me that when you're sober."

46 "Who thought I'd find my soulmate on new years eve?"

47 "You've been giving me bedroom eyes for the last half hour."

48 "“All I want is to sleep by your side.”

49 “I didn’t get soaking wet and ice cold by walking to your house for you to say no to pizza. I have beer too. I know you’re sad, so let me in.”

50 "I missed you."

51 "Are you trying to seduce me?"

52 "How can even still see out of your glasses? They're so dirty!"

53 "I always wanted a Christmas wedding."

54 "Kiss me."

55 "I'll cry." "Is that meant to be a threat?"

56 "That's starting to get on my nerves."

57 "Okay, answer me honestly. Are you, or are you not, Satan himself?"

58 "How can you not like christmas?"

59 "Will you marry me?"

60 "is... Is that a mistletoe? Now that's good timing"

61 "You should have told me sooner."

62 "That might actually be the best present I ever got."

63 "I didn't know you could play the piano."

64 "Are you seriously wearing a donkey onesie?"

65 "no I'm not drunk and yes that was a serious question!"

66 "Wait! Hold that thought! I really, really need to pee. Be right back."

67 “Are you an angel?”

68 "I hope our baby looks like you." 

69 "Don't be so gentle. You can hug me tighter y'know- I'm not going to pop or anything."

70 "I'll run you a nice, warm bath." "Excuse me? Why don't you run us a bath? I'm not gonna bathe by myself, that's boring."

71 ""Happy Valentine's Day"

72 "This is not what I meant when I told you to fall for me."

73 "Who would have thought I would find my soulmate on new years eve?"

74 "Your nose is so red, you look like Rudolph. Are you sure you're okay?"

75 "Look, it's a full moon tonight."

76 "I know we're engaged but I'm so in love with you."

77 "You outshine the stars."

78 "Did you mean that romantically this whole time?"

79 "Look, The blossom is coming through already."

80 "You made it."

masterlist | warm winter masterlist

[i-am-very-heck]

so this is the "v and rufus talk about s" fic! its somewhat long so ill be throwing under a readmore. hope yall like it!

"Y'mind heading to Venus? I don't want to leave you waiting here for a while... Savvy?"

"I follow, I'll head that way now. Seeya later."

Obie shoots V a wink as he walks off into the steam tunnels to find the exit. V's face erupts into a deep shade of red.

They shake the incoming thoughts out of their mind and take a deep breath, psyching themself up to enter the unlabeled steam room turned secret lab. This was important. They opened the door.

"Hey, Rufus? You got a minute?" They called out.

Rufus looks up from his book. He was sitting at the table in his very compressed normal living area.

"Of course. What's going on?"

V sat down at the table with him. It was clear they were quite anxious about it. They spoke as clearly as they could.

"I'm just all balled up about this and you're the only person I could go to about it..."

"...What was S like?"

Rufus cocked his head at V, he was confused.

"Couldn't you ask Susie? I mean, she is your mother.. right? She would probably know more about S than me."

…

"... I've tried. She never told me much. Momma always kept things bottled up and away from me, even as an adult. I've just had to piece together an image of him from remnants of the past."

V was fidgeting with their ring. Rufus' expression shifted to a more solemn one. He slid a bookmark between the pages of the book he was reading and set it to the side.

"I see. Well, in that case, I'll try my best to answer your questions about her. Anything specific you'd like to know?"

V thought for a moment.

"What was she like to you?"

"Hah. S was a troublemaker, that's for sure, but they always had a kind heart for the people and things they cared about. One time she brought home a racoon from the forest while it was pouring because, and I quote, 'It looked so sad out there!'"

"Even though he barely understood a lick of the books I read, he always was so supportive. He would also tease me relentlessly about being a nerd, despite being just as much, if not more of a nerd than me!"

Rufus smiled at the thought.

"And.. While I've only known you for a couple days, I can see you've picked up his adventurous spirit."

V had been nodding along with the cadence of his speech up until he had said that. They looked up at him.

"... Really?"

"Really."

...

"I have more questions."

"Go ahead."

"Why did they even leave for the north in the first place? I've read a lot of conflicting articles on the subject and I just want to know."

"Well, the short answer is to help people. They heard about the problems the cows were causing out there and wanted to help as many people as they could."

V raised an eyebrow.

"And the long answer?"

"She wanted adventure and the little farm we lived on just couldn't supply it anymore. You can only go wandering in the forest so many times before it loses its magic, you know. Though, he wasn't lying when he said he wanted to help people. I know that. He sent a postcard every day he was on his adventure, telling me about the people he'd helped and the wacky things he did and saw. I didn't understand his reasons when I was fourteen, but I understand them now."

"Oh, I see. Well, that's inte- wait. They wrote you postcards?"

V stared intently at Rufus for the answer. He rubbed his neck sheepishly.

"Er, Yeah? I wrote letters back if that matters."

V's staring didn't cease, but it was clear they were processing some things in their head.

"... Rufus, my buddy, my pal... Your signature sucked."

Rufus was bewildered.

"What?"

"Your letters. S kept 'em and I ended up finding them while looking through her stuff that Momma kept. I couldn't decipher the signature for the life of me, even with her help. If I had figured it out I would've been in contact with you way sooner."

He seems to cringe a little.

"Oh gosh, sorry about that."

"Don't be sorry, it doesn't matter now anyways. But, uh... Would you still happen to have S' side of the letters?

"I do."

"Please spill it."

"Alright, alright, let me go grab them."

Rufus stands up and walks towards his bookshelf. Kneeling down, he grabbed a small beat-up box from the bottom shelf. He returns to the table and sets the box down with a soft 'clonk'. It was slid over to V to view.

"These are the postcards S wrote to me in their heyday. But, as more time passed the postcards I got were few and far between. I'm pretty sure the last one I got..."

Rufus pauses and pulls out a postcard from the bottom of the box and skims through it before offering it to V.

"... was about you."

V takes the postcard and begins reading.

Dear Rufus,

Sorry for no letter in a while! I've been having a time the past couple of months... This past week actually has been really interesting, though! Me and Susie recently released a little bundle of joy into the world and they're so cute... We haven't decided on a name yet, but yeah! You're an uncle now! I sketched them in the corner so you know what they look like. Hope you're doing okay!

Sincerely, S

As promised, in the corner of the postcard is a sketch of an infant being swaddled in a blanket.

"Huh. Well, that's one way to announce a child."

V carefully picked up the stack of postcards out of the box, making sure to put the one they'd just read at the bottom.

"I'm just gonna... speed through these all, 's that jake?"

Rufus nodded.

"Go ahead. Just be careful with them, these old postcards are sort of fragile."

"Gotcha."

They begin reading and damn there are a lot of exclamation marks here. There's also plenty of talk of sidequests, stuff like a chef needing things, a nun needing purple grass, ttrpg nerds having fun, jellybean finding, etc, etc. One of the more vivid stories involve a circus and the weird things involved there, the sideshows, the clowns, and the nature of the ringmaster. There is also a surprising amount of violence described in a cheerful tone, like at least four instances of something like "I killed a bandit gang!!! Their screams were funny and I stole their bones."

On a less distressing note, he sure did help out! Helped with trains, helped kill a big necromancer, helped trap some big evil cow guy, and helped keep some weird future guy at bay? That's just swell.

V set the postcards back in the box and they stare at the table, very unsure about how to feel.

"That was much more than I bargained for and I really don't know what to do with this information now. Genuinely, what the hell did I just read?"

"The north was a wild, wild, place back then. It might be better to think about it later."

"... Y'know what? I think I'll do that, my head is spinning from this."

V stands up from the table and floats over to the exit.

"Thanks for answering my questions and I hope you have a swell day."

And with that, they left.

[here2bbtstrash]

i've been trying to write but i've had the worst writer's block for literally 3 years now. if you experience it, how do you overcome it?

hi anon! i'm so sorry you're struggling with this, especially for so long 😔 i know how demoralizing it can feel to feel 'stuck', or unhappy with anything you manage to get out. i can't promise that i have all the answers, but here are some different strategies that often help me!

fill the well

i think i stole this term from 'the artist's way' but i can't actually remember if her definition is the same as mine, so. when eye say filling the well, what i mean is: i take a purposeful break from attempting to create content, and i consume. i eat eat eat whatever i can get my hands on. poetry, books, music, movies. i go to an art museum, or go see a live performance of something, if i can!

i find that getting myself out of my own head and fully invested in someone else's creations tends to get my wheels turning. and it's therapeutic, that feeling of discovering some piece of art that speaks to you and reminds you that you're a human. it helps reconnect me to the purpose of why i create, the way i strive to give someone else that same experience by writing stories that i hope people can see themselves reflected back in. seriously - consume stuff! NEW stuff! go out there and find a thing that you love that someone else created.

box yourself in

this is a strategy i had never really tried before until last year, when i was struggling with wicked "i hate everything i write" syndrome, and the love of my life @gimmethatagustd gave me this tip! it's so weird, but it worked for me, so maybe it'll work for you too! they said that as someone who had to write a lot for school, even when they were blocked as fuck, that sometimes they would assign themselves specific rules or prompts for a piece in order to switch things up~

maybe for you, this looks like churning out a few drabbles, and forcing yourself to make them EXACTLY 100 words long. maybe it's writing something only in dialogue (a thing i actually did once when super blocked lmao!). maybe it's trying a new genre, maybe it's trying to write ~in the style~ of someone else, maybe it's writing member POV if that's not something you normally do. maybe it's looking up specific writing prompts/challenges, or playing some weird game with yourself where you try to fit song lyrics into a piece, or make each new sentence start with the last letter of the sentence before it - i don't know! get crazy with it! don't ask me why, but sometimes giving yourself more rules to adhere to makes it easier to write - or just gives your brain something else to focus on, at least 🤪

show up anyway

i hate that sometimes, this is what works, but it's the truth. stephen king has said a lot of things (including many racial slurs lol 🥴) but one of the not-dumb things he's said is along the lines of: "don't wait for the muse. ...your job is to make sure the muse knows where you're going to be every day from nine 'til noon. or seven 'til three. if he does know, i assure you that sooner or later he'll start showing up."

sometimes, writing is showing up, putting down crap, hating it, and doing it anyway. (this might go along with #2 - maybe your drabbles suck! write them anyway!) turning on the tap and running it until all the junk in your pipes gets out and the water runs clear. it sucks! when i'm in a place where that's all i can do, it's the worst feeling in the world! but there have been times where i've found that my "writer's block" was just me wanting things to come easily, like they do in a moment of fresh inspiration. and sometimes, you don't have inspiration. sometimes, you don't even have motivation. you gotta be disciplined and just do it anyway, and just keep shaking your brain like a piggy bank until something good eventually comes out of it.

rest. but like, actually rest

"but m! you just told us to push through and do it anyway!" okay, yeah, well. sometimes that works, but also, brains suck, and sometimes it doesn't work. if none of the above strategies have worked, or i'm stressing myself out so much that i'm like, actively bursting into tears over writing, that's when i know i need to rest.

there's this idea that i actually use a LOT in life - and not even exclusively about writing. when i have a friend who is struggling to get something done, and i ask them "did you rest?" and they tell me they did, i like to fire back: "did you actually rest, or did you spend the entire time feeling guilty about how you weren't doing X thing?"

guilt, as it turns out, is not rest. thinking about how much you wish you were writing is not rest. worrying about how you'll never be able to write anything good ever again... is also not rest! when i know i'm burnt out, i give myself a timeframe - it can be anywhere from 48 hours to several weeks, depending on severity - and i make a promise to myself: for that time, it is ILLEGAL to think about writing, to feel bad about writing, to want to write, or to even so much as TOUCH a word processor. AGAINST THE LAW, YOU HEAR ME?

i force myself to do anything else. if i feel like being creative, i'll pursue non-writing avenues to do so. but if i don't? i'll do fuck all. i'll watch a season of a terrible reality show. i'll take naps on my couch. i'll eat ice cream or do a puzzle or read a book or learn a language or whatever else. but i don't touch my writing, i don't think about my writing and i do not feel bad about my writing, or lack thereof.

usually, by the time my sentence in anti-writing jail is up (the only kind of prison i believe in lmao ✌️) my energy levels feel restored, my outlook is more positive, and i'm chomping at the bit to get back to it, with a renewed sense of appreciation for my work and my ideas. sometimes you just need to take a break, a real break, and that's okay!

accept it

sort of a continuation of my last one - and i know this sounds kinda dire, but i'm saying this with only love: not every season can be a season of harvest. there are some seasons where the ground is frozen, and nothing can grow. we cannot always be making all of the time. some seasons of life are for other things instead. healing, changing, starting over. i went through a years-long period of really wanting to write, but never managing to get words out when i tried. and guess what? it came back to me, eventually. but for a long time, i had to just... not write. and go live my life. and the world kept turning.

banging your head against the wall when it's not coming out won't solve anything. if you've tried it all, and it's still not happening? it might not be your time right now. and you might be doing yourself more harm than good by trying to force what's not, in this moment, meant to be. so deep breaths. chin up. know that it is okay to move on to the next season, and trust that it will come back when the time is right. life is long. nothing is forever, good or bad. there is so much more out there for you. infinite possibilities. i really do believe that!

sorry for the rambling lmao 😓 but hopefully you find some/any of this helpful!!! i'm here for you if you ever wanna talk more about writing struggles, bc i am no stranger to them. i love you! fighting!! 💜

[triforceangel13]

Sing Me A Melody Ch. 3 (A BakuDeku Omegaverse Au)

Chapter 3: A Compromise

Katsuki sat in the car outside the coffee shop with Kirishima as well as Sero. His manager had made sure to drive them both over to prevent Katsuki from bailing out on this whole situation.

So far nothing had come up about any copyright issues when it came to the song but it had only been one night. There was still the day to come.

Which was why they were not sitting right outside the coffee shop to talk to the omega that Katsuki had gotten the lyrics from.

“Come on man,” Kirishima said to try to encourage him. “The sooner you talk to him the sooner we can hopefully put this behind us.” Katsuki sighed heavily looking to the notebook in his hands. The pages that still had the omega's scent on them which would be something that Katsuki would seek out during his stressful moments.

Not to mention that their fans would expect their music to be like what this omega had written and be disppointed when their usual works came out.

He should have never done this in the first place.

“Yeah yeah...” he said, his eyes never leaving that notebook. All these songs in this book were so personal. Like a story being told.

So full of sadness and hopefulness at times. He couldn't help but wonder why he was so sad. What had caused such heartache?

But with having to give it back he may very well not know at all. He might just tell him to jump off a cliff or something if he really wanted to, he may very well hate him for what he had done.

And those thoughts alone had caused him to stay planted in his seat in the car.

“Alright, let's go,” Sero said as he started to get out of the car. “If we wait for him to move first we'll never get in there.”

Kirishima pulled open the door, stepping out and looked inside, raising a brow at him. Katsuki let out a heavy sigh and he climbed out of the car as well, adjusting the sunglasses on his nose.

“Let's get his over with,” he sighed.

*

“You're kidding me,” Uruaka said as he sat at the table with Izuku. She shook her head, shock written on her face. How could this have happened to her friend?

He was so sweet and innocent. From the bits of his life she let him see she knew that he had it rough. And here some famous singer stole his work.

“No...I'm not,” Izuku said softly, holding onto the cup of coffee he had in his hands. “I have his notebook and he has mine. I wouldn't be upset if he asked for it...”

“No, this is wrong Izuku,” Iida said with a scowl.

“Lock the door Iida. We aren't working today,” Uruaka said with a huff, the other beta getting up from the table and going to the door.

The cafe was dead this time of day so it wouldn't be bad to close up for a little bit or even for the rest of the day. Their best worker was not up to it and honestly neither were the other two.

“I take back what I said about being a fan of theirs,” She said. “Izuku we should take this to the internet, tell everyone who will listen. I won't let my friend sit by and let someone else make millions off of a personal song they wrote.”

“No...it's okay...I..” Izuku said softly.

“No,” Uruaka said with a heavy sigh and stood up. “I swear if I see that alpha again I'm gonna-”

“Hold that thought,” Iida immediately called out causing her ot frown, her hands on her hips as she looked to her mate.

“What's going on?” she asked.

“Uh...we have company,” Iida said, stepping aside to let the three men into the cafe.

“I'm sorry, but we're closed,” Uruaka said. “You'll have to come back another time.”

“So sorry miss,” Sero said, holding his hand out. “I am Sero, band manager to Hero's Purpose . Might we have a word with..I'm sorry, we do not know your name.”

Izuku's eyes widened as Sero's eyes landed right on him. He paled a bit and watched as he and the other two alphas stepped into the little cafe.

“Izuku Midoriya,” Izuku said, his voice squeaking a little bit.

Sero led the way to the table and he offered his hand with a handshake. Izuku took it slowly, watching as the other alphas sat down as well.

Already Izuku knew that this was Red Riot and Dynamight. His chest tightened.

He hadn't expected this at all.

“Nice to meet you,” Kirishima said, shaking his hand next, watching as Uruaka came and sat back down next to Izuku, Iida staying by the door to keep watch.

Katsuki offered his hand next. Izuku hesitated and then shook his hand, a feeling like a warmth rushing through Izuku's body suddenly.

He looked up at Katsuki, the blonde's eyes widening behind his sunglasses.

Izuku took his hand back, unsure how to feel about that. What in the world was that? And clearly he hadn't been the only one to feel that.

“What do you want with Izuku?” Uruauka asked with a frown. Sero rose a brow and then set his phone down, setting it to record their voices.

“What's that for?” Kirishima asked.

“For legal purposes in case we need to go to court,” Sero said.

“Court?!” Izuku exclaimed.

“Let's start over,” Katsuki sighed heavily, pulling off his sunglasses and setting down the notebook that he had in his possession. “I am Katsuki Bakugou, and on record I had accidentally taken your notebook and had used a song without permission.”

“At least he admitted it,” Uruska huffed softly at that. Izuku inhaled slowly.

“Iida, can you grab my bag?” he asked.

“Sure,” he said, leaving to go get it.

“We thank you that you hadn't gone to the public about our situation,” Kirishima stated. “Honestly we hadn't known about this until the night of the concert. We even practiced it and everything. By the way, it was really good.”

“I um...thank you?” he said and looked to Katsuki who looked very uncomfortable, especially under the glare of his best friend.

“I do plan on telling everyone that I was not the one that had written it and that you had. I can keep you annonymous if you wanted,” Katsuki offered.

“Yes, please,” Izuku said quickly, clearing his throat. “I just don't want anyone knowing it was me.”

“You could make a lot of money man with your work. You should think about making your own music,” Kirishima stated.

“Not helping man,” Katsuki snapped at his friend.

“You're making money off of his work and he gets to see nothing?” Uruaka asked. “Hardly fair if you ask me. I could record this conversation myself and blast it all over the social media platforms that I have at my disposal.”

“Seriously?” Katsuki growled. “That's why we came here in the first place.”

“Well you-”

“Enough,” Sero said about them all so that they all quieted down. “We're here today to have a discussion, not a fight or attacking one another.”

“Whatever,” Uruaka grumbled.

Katsuki rolled his eyes, ready to say something again but stopped when he got a kick under the table from Sero.

“Katsuki has admitted his wrong doing,” Sero explained. “To keep the public off of everyone's backs we are offering money and full rights to his song. Katsuki will go public with the song wasn't his. The notebook will be returned to it's rightful owner.”

“How much?” Uruska asked.

“Does she need to be here?” Katsuki growled.

“I'm his best friend and I am not letting someone take advantage of him,” She replied glaring daggers at the blonde.

Iida appeared with the bag, Izuku taking it with a soft thanks and cleared his throat.

“Iida, could you and Uruaka wait in the kitchen please?” he asked.

“But-” Uruaka said, her eyes widening as Iida gently grabbed her arm and pulled her up.

“I've got it,” Izuku promised her.

She hesitated but then let out a sigh, standing up and left with Iida. Izuku let out a sigh himself and pulled out Katsuki's notebook.

“So that's where it went,” Katsuki said, a slight smirk pulling on his face as he offered Izuku his notebook back. The omega took it slowly, holding out Katsuki's as well.

Honestly it took all Katsuki's willpower not to bring it to his nose and take a whiff of the omega's scent that clung to the pages.

“I hope you don't mind but I did read some,” Izuku said. “There are some really good ones in there.”

“Only fair considering what I did,” Katsuki offered. “You really liked my work?”

“Always have. You can feel the emotion in your words,” Izuku explained, his cheeks turning a light shade of red.

The smile tugged on Katsuki's face and he pulled the sunglasses off, their eyes locking from across the table.

Kirishima cleared his throat, the two of them looking away.

“Anyway,” Kirishima said. “What do you say Midoriya?”

“Well...” Izuku said softly.

“If you don't want a one time payment we can settle on you gaining your share when it comes to whatever money the band gains from it,” Sero suggested.

Izuku looked between all of them, the smell of distress seeming to start coming through Izuku's sweet homey scent.

“Hey,” Katsuki said, voice soft which had the other two looking at him in shock. This was a side of Katsuki they had never seen before. He was always brash and either yelling or growling. Here he was speaking softly.

Izuku met his gaze again, swallowing hard.

“Don't feel like we're pushing you. If you want to do something different we can,” he offered.

“Katsuki,” Sero said with a scowl.

The blonde ignored him, keeping Izuku's gaze fixated on him.

After a moment Izuku nodded. “I agree to taking my share of when the band makes money from using my song.”

“Excellent,” Sero said, pulling out a piece of paper. “Sign here.”

*

“Now that we have that all settled we should be heading out,” Sero said, turning off the phone and putting all of the papers in his bag. “We'll be in touch Mr. Midoriya. And thank you.” The three of them got up, heading for the door. Katsuki stared back at him for a few moments before slipping on his sunglasses again and out the door with the others.

Izuku let out a sigh, Uruaka coming out with Iida, biting her lip.

“You okay?” she asked softly.

“Yeah,” Izuku said, pulling his notebook to his chest and inhaled gently and subtly. It smelled a lot like the alpha which had him relaxing for some reaosn. Why was he attracted to the man so much. Sure he was good looking but he had a mark on his neck, much like Izuku did. He was taken.

“If it's okay, I'm going to go home,” Izuku said, pulling himself up.

“Yeah, go ahead. Get some rest,” Uruaka said. “We'll handle it from here.”

“Thank you,” Izuku said giving them a gentle hug.

On his way down the street to head to his home he flipped throuh the pages, finding on the last page a phone number with a small message.

“If you ever want to talk, feel free to do so.” it read.

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