#then you clearly have the wrong impression of me /j

[words-4u]

down to their bones

pairing: jordan li x f!reader

wc: 875

warnings: none, a bit angsty, minor jealousy, lots of fluff

a/n: listened to your bones by clesea culter while writing this and kind of used it as an inspo - don't have to listen to it but you should for vibes especially near the end

hero ethics was once a class you were excited for but now that you were a month into the course, you realize it's not at all what you expected.

all you do is watch a shit ton of videos and theorize hypotheticals, there's nothing even remotely physical involved which is what you really wanted the most.

instead here you were with lia, your partner for an upcoming presentation that dean shetty insisted the class do after she took over for brink. 

“you know i still can’t believe shetty wants us to speak for 20 full minutes on ‘aero dynamics of human flight’” you said looking at the late professor brink’s book before tossing it to the side. “i can’t even fly!”

“well, i can and it doesn’t take a rocket science to figure out how,” lia laughed. she was sprawled on your double bed that was littered with two copies of the book, laptops, pens and little stickies. “i’m a hands on learner, i need to be out there in the open skies.”

she fell back on your bed and in to a fake daydream. 

“i think someone needs to get their head out of the clouds and help me with this presentation or else we’ll fail,” you leaned in playfully tapping her forehead with a highlighter. of course this is the exact most your significant other, jordan, walks in to your room.

“uuuh…hello?” jordan said. they walked in clearly having come back from the gym, in their baggy shorts, cropped blue sweater and their short bob in a ponytail.

they were expecting to find you on your own, wanting to spend the rest of the evening with you, not to find you on your bed with another girl.

“hi babe,” you raced to jordan and placed your hands on their shoulders as you kissed them. you knew something was off the second they didn’t kiss back and you were right because as you pulled back, their eyes were glued to your bed. where lia was. 

“i’m sorry, and who are you?” jordan snapped. you were slightly taken aback because this was a side of jordan you haven't seen.

“jordan, that’s lia, my partner for hero ethics and lia this is jordan, my partner outside of hero ethics and everything else,” you smiled between the two people in your room.

“yeah, they are ranked number 5 in the whole school, y/n, i know who they are. i just didn’t know you were dating a star student,” lia said looking impressed. 

“you didn’t know?” jordan parroted. “she didn’t know?”

“we got paired up like 4 hours ago on this project. it wasn’t exactly at the top of my list of things to speak to her about.”  you whispered. 

you turned to lia. “um, i’m just gonna talk to jordan outside for like 5 minutes, you can take a break if you want.”

lia gave two thumps up before pulling out her vphone.

you grabbed jordan by the wrist and dragged them out of your dorm and into the hall way. there were a couple students walking up and down the hall and some more in a corner chatting about the latest viral video from the Seven but overall it was empty enough to have this much needed conversation.

by the time you shut your door, jordan had shifted to their male form.

“what the hell is wrong you?” you asked poking their shoulder. 

jordan clenched their jaw. “what are you talking about?”

“w-what am i talking about?” you asked back. “i’m talking about the fact that lia is lucky you don’t have laser eyes or she’d fucking toast. literally!”

“i walk into your room and you have another girl on your bed, y/n, how am i supposed to feel?”

the look on their face was suddenly transparent and it dawned on you.

“you’re jealous? over a classmate? is that it?” you asked, this time your voice carrying a softer tone. 

jordan didn’t look too pleased with the fact that they let something so trivial get to them.

“j, use your words,”

“you guys just looked so close,” they said looking at you with their big brown eyes.

you sighed. “well, we’re not. but we do need to get along cause this project is worth 30% and you know your girl can’t and won’t fail,” you said which caused them to smile a bit.

“besides,” you continued pushing their back against the wall and wrapping your hands around their neck. “i’m sort of already in love with someone, like right down to their bones, and as long as they are in my life no one else stands a chance.”

jordan leaned their forehead against yours. “i’m sorry for how i reacted. it was shitty.”

“apology accepted,” you whispered. “now give me a kiss. a proper one this time,”

jordan brushed their lips against your before kissing the air out of you. it was getting a little too hot for two people standing in a hallway and you were never one for major pda so you pulled away smiling.

“okay now you're just being a distraction,” you grinned up at them.

“okay, fine i’ll go but just to make sure, it was me who you were talking about, right?”

you chuckled playfully shoving them down the hall. “yes, you big idiot. now go and come back in 2 hours when you can really make it up to me.”

jordan smirked. “i’ll be counting down the seconds."

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[dotster001]

Dark End

A/N: Another, For Tuna, custom content end is here! I've tagged everyone from the of tag list, and everyone who voted for this particular end. If you wanna add your vote for the next one, you can do so in the comments here.

CW: Kidnapping, Yandere, manipulation

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Choose Another Ending

You groaned, and lifted your head, your neck aching from resting in that position for so long.

Wait.

How long was it?

The last thing you remembered, you were sipping tea with Jade, and he had said something about 'going home'. You made to stretch, and realized your hands were restrained behind your back. You shook yourself in your chair, hoping the chains were loose, but alas, nothing.

But the rattling was also how you realized you were not on the surface. 

The bubbles around you cleared, and you were met with two pairs of glowing, mismatched eyes. You couldn't help but roll your own as you released a released breath.

"Ha ha, very funny. You guys got me." You were used to the twins…. unconventional….pranks, at this point. You were pretty sure this one was to illustrate how easily you could be gently kidnapped. They'd been telling you to up your security system for months now.

"Heh heh," two voices echoed from the darkness.

"I get the point, I'll buff up security, and let you walk me to classes. Now are you going to untie me, or have I not learned my lesson yet?"

The glowing eyes turned to each other, before turning back to you. You shivered, your gut telling you you wouldn't like the expressions they were giving one another.

"Fu fu, while we appreciate you finally listening to us, that's not what we are here to discuss today," Jade said, his ever present smirk able to be heard in his tone.

The pair of eyes you knew to be Floyd's swum closer to you, bringing his eel form into view. No matter how many times you saw it, it took your breath away. So handsome, and yet so intimidating. But when you got over your initial awe, you noticed him holding a struggling, and gagged, Grim in his arms.

"What's happening here?" You laughed nervously.

"Hmm? Oh! Sealio," Floyd giggled, as though it wasn't obvious."See, he graciously volunteered to work for our family business!"

Jade swam up next to his brother, and gently scratched the top of Grim's head.

"So generous. But we need collateral, just in case something were to go wrong. Namely, you."

The twins looked at you expectantly, and you released another nervous laugh.

"Ha ha, very funny."

Floyd scowled, and Grim winced as his grip on him tightened.

"I don't know how we can be any clearer with you, Shrimpy. We. Want. You."

"Uh…"

You were starting to get the impression that you weren't the one being held for collateral here.

But with the look in their eyes, you should definitely play their game.

"Um, how long would I be collateral?" 

"I dunno, Grimmy what do you think?" Floyd jiggled Grim a little, and you heard some jumbled words from behind Grim's gag.

"Interesting point, Grim," Jade said thoughtfully. "It sounds like he wants to work with us…forever?"

The twins both looked at each other in, clearly mock, surprise.

"That's so cool of you, baby seal!" Floyd hugged him tightly in excitement. "But obviously, Y/N's gotta make some agreements first."

The twins looked at you, sinister grins mimicking one another in perfect synch.

"What kind of agreements?" 

"I'm so glad you asked!" Jade said, pulling out a golden contract that you assumed they had gotten off of Azul. He pulled out a pen, running the top lightly along your jaw.

"We're going to unlock one of your hands, and you'll sign this for us."

"What does it say?"

"Fu fu fu, we'll worry about that part. All you need to do is look into Grim's sad, pathetic eyes, and sign the contract. Think you can do that for me?" It felt like he was saying it to a toddler. But you guessed since you were the one who was so easily gently kidnapped, it was probably necessary for you to be talked down on.

"Okay," you said shakily.

"Wonderful!" Jade swam behind you, and you felt his fingers gently brush your dominant hand, before fumbling with the lock of that particular chain. He placed the pen in it, then firmly placed his hands on your shoulders. Just in case you were stupid enough to get any ideas.

You brought your hand forward, signed the contract, and then…

Huh.

How bout that?

What were you doing here?

Oh, there was Floyd!

And, you could tell from the distinctive cologne, Jade was behind you, massaging your shoulders, and softly kissing along your neck.

How sweet of him.

Sevens, you love them so much.

You just want to be with them forever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever.

And ever.

And ever.

And ever.

And ever.

The End

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[erwinsvow]

not to derail at all but i see your kook!reader (cause I love it, and how catty she is) at midsummers and raise you, pogue!reader having to choose between jj and rafe, when the gang decide to ditch the party. she’s there as kie’s +1 and when the whole thing goes tits up reader is stuck between the guy she’s been crushing on for years or the kook king who clearly has the hots for her which she not against.

also, you are genuinely one of my fave writers on this hellsite 😍😍😍 notifications on and every thing

baby i am gonna sob you are SOOO nice. notifs on? i am so beyond flattered. i love u <33 this idea is GOLDEN oh my god the brainrot im having rn. im gonna try to write a little for you but i cant even put it into words

kiara said you'd make the whole thing a lot more bearable. plus, out of your little pogue group, you were her parents' unspoken favorite, so it just seemed natural for you to tag along to midsummers as her plus one.

and as much you loved your best friend and thought the world of her for inviting you, your heart was pounding your chest while you got ready in kie's bedroom, applying make up and curling your hair and putting on your best (and one of your only nice clothes) dress.

dolled up like this, you even looked the part of the kook princess that you were sure was rafe cameron's type.

even the idea of thinking about him, and impressing him or him seeing you like this, felt guilty. it made a painfully acrid taste shoot into your mouth and run through your blood—there was no one your friends hated more than the boy you'd had a crush on for as long as you can remember.

it was stupid, ever even talking to him, getting involved and sneaking off for late night drives in his truck and meeting up in hidden corners where no one else could see. that's all it was though, secret encounters and a few kisses.

you hadn't let it progress further, knowing how your friends would react, knowing how rafe is. you keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, for him to tell you you're just like your pogue friends that he hates so much. he doesn't, though, that's what makes this so much harder.

out of all your friends, the idea of one in particular finding out there was or had been or was going to be something between you and rafe made you feel dizzy and uncomfortable all over. jj was always your closest friend, always the one you relied on for everything—he had helped you countless heartbreaks and emotions and moments of doubt.

a small part of you had always thought the two of you would end up together. everyone joked about it, pope and john digging into him for carrying you home when you get too drunk or lost your shoes on the beach, kiara teasing you when she finds out jj slept over your place again.

the idea of either finding out about your attachment for the other made you feel queasy. walking into midsummers with kie, the hem of your yellow dress rustling near your thighs, you thought you were safe since only rafe would be there tonight. you thought wrong.

rafe is talking to you when jj shows up.

"y'look nice." you stare up at him, unsure of what to say. "what? now i can't say somethin' nice?"

"when do you ever say something nice?" you ask, but your smile reveals itself before you can hold it back. rafe looks at you like he could get used to seeing you like this.

"m'always nice to you. i don't know, kid, this is nice. y'should come to the club with me some time." you laugh, looking down at your shoes.

"i don't know about all that-"

"hey, you. mandatory power hour at rixon's. c'mon, princess." you turn to see jj, face bruised and knuckles bleedng. you look back at rafe, and he looks smug, it's only then you notice his messed up hair.

"jayj? what's going on?"

"rafe, i mean this in the most disrespectful way possible, go away. tryna have a talk with my girl here, so-" your face burns.

"m'sorry, your girl?"

"apology not accepted. so if you could direct yourself over there to fuck off, that would be fantas-"

"j, wha- what's going on? how long have you been here?"

"long enough for cameron over here to set his little lap dogs on me. c'mon, i'm getting kie and pope and then we gotta go-"

"but, i, i-" you stop yourself, to think about what to say, when rafe cuts you off again.

"she's not going anywhere, we're having a conversation that you interrupted, fuckin' pogue."

"botherin' pretty girls, yeah, that sounds about right. get it through your thick skull, bud, she's not interested-"

"um, guys-" rafe shrugs, staring back at jj.

"that's not what she said last night. or the night before. so how about you do yourself a favor-"

"fuck's he talking about, princess?" jj looks at you, and you look at him, and then rafe, head spinning.

"yeah, kid, the fuck is he talkin' about?"

the glass in your hand drops and shatters when you faint and fall over.

[brokenpieces-72]

Dark Reader Anyone? Haven't seen any of that anywhere. Like it's always dark 141 this or that but never DARK READER.

I disappear to the abyss now

Oh we going into the darkness now… excellent. To be honest didn’t know how this would go. Now it’s sort of an alternate timeline to the current hybrid story line. For some context you’re the mother in this one.

TW: Dark reader, Manipulation, obsessive parent, kind of yandere, mentions of a foster system, mentions of child neglect, let me know if I’ve missed any.

A young girl with antlers and rabbit ears, it’s hard to over look that description. You’d finally get your daughter back but she was working for mercenaries. All you had to do was enlist. You had your own methods of persuasion, it was a matter of using them. Each proved a challenge, but once you showed an interest in Hunter beyond making the other hybrids jealous it was easy enough.

Rodolfo is human, and while his mutts were protective of their vessel it was easy enough J to garner favour with them. Working with him got you closer to Alejandro too, but of course you couldn’t let them know that. Rodolfo was the only one you were focused on around him. If he brought up Alejandro on his own then you would talk about him, learning more about weaknesses. Rodolfo is a caring person, you understand that.

Alejandro, such a good kitty. He taught you to fight and you didn’t back down from him. A gentleman, maybe but you had him in your clutches with a smile. The only thing that could kill Alejandro was Alejandro, but you don’t need him to die. You just needed him to know your troubles. With a few comments and subtle hints you got him to build sympathy for you, brushing off initial inquiries. Then an invitation for a private conversation, concerned words, and his worry for your little one is matched to yours, but of course you love your baby more.

Johnny was a sweet puppy and showed himself to be friendly enough. He was so easy to play with, oh if you could keep him all to yourself you would. And when he shifted to full size, trying to impress you, it was adorable. He was on an easy leash in no time.

Kyle was stuck in his shell only poking his head out to help everyone else. Some eggs needed to be cracked. A visit with him and confessing you were a mother who lost your baby girl to hunters all because she was different was so easy. He offered to look out for anyone by your daughter’s description, wanting to help you. Such a pretty bird he was, willing to watch over you, and retrieve your baby bunny for you.

Simon, what could you say about Simon. He was a hard, cold man. There was a darkness surrounding him constantly. A hurt, one that you would try to remedy but a soft touch made him pull away almost immediately. He took the longest to gain trust from. Showing an understanding of boundaries was perfect, as he slowly opened them to you. Learning more about his past you show sympathy, despite you knowing he was an absolute monster. No way in hell would you want him near your precious child. Clearly he was in control now, but you needed to be careful. One wrong move in front of him meant losing everything you were working on.

Price was the key though, one that took pleasure in the pleasure of his men. If his men felt safe and happy, he was content. Joining his hoard wasn’t easy. Now you may as well be the shining jewel, proving yourself to be invaluable. You understood medical, were a great shot, and pushed yourself. Your relationship with each of them was strong, but something did bother him. Your past was redacted in some areas, so he called you to his office one day. Seeing the file your heart skipped a beat, fearing what he may have found.

“You have a daughter?” He asked. You nodded.

“I’m sorry sir.” You said.

“She was taken from you.” He continued. “Hunters found her and she was removed from your home. They assumed neglect. What is your side?”

You looked up at him finding concerned eyes. Eyes that wanted to help you. The face of a man who was empathetic.

…perfect.

“I had to raise her as a single parent. Sometimes life was difficult because she couldn’t always go out with her friends. I should have noticed it sooner but she became very sick, and when I was out one night she wandered outside. With her antlers and ears and her clothes being torn and dirty…” you cleared your throat, biting back your tears. “Couldn’t give her a good life so they took her away from me.”

You didn’t make eye contact with the captain, feeling ashamed. You know you did your best, you tried so hard to make her happy, but everyone kept trying to take her from you. She worked hard for you too, hunting and finding food for herself. It wasn’t good enough though. Price was still quiet, while you played with your hands.

“We’ve found her.” He said. You looked up at him, his face showing he cared. There was a hint of a smile, pleased to see your hopeful gaze. Behind it, there was a catch. Something that would make it difficult to see your sweet girl again. “Your daughter was put in a program intended to help rehabilitate hybrids, much like a foster care program. They’re assigned a mentor of sorts to keep them safe, teach them about their abnormalities, help them with basic education, etc. and your daughter was recently assigned to a position.”

“How do you mean?” You asked, voice shaking. They were helping you, they would get your daughter back.

“Hybrids can be assigned to companies and work positions where their abilities can be beneficial. Sergeant Garrick had been looking into some of the organizations and learned about your daughter’s placement. Which brings me to another question.” The captain said. You tensed a little, knowing what he would ask about.

“Your daughter is labelled in her file as a jackalope hybrid but with a shifter form. A Wendigo.” Price went on. Your expression told him everything you wanted. That you had no idea, no one had told you, information about your baby girl had been kept limited.

“No no… she’s…” you trailed off. The captain sighed, letting out some wisps of smoke. You were a poor mother who had her child ripped from her with little explanation. Now you’ve learned your daughter this whole time had been a monstrous man eater. It’s hard not to laugh at how easily Price was falling for it.

“I can imagine it’s rather difficult to hear this.” Price said. “She was placed in KorTac, a group of mercenaries. They have other hybrids there, and her mentor is still present ensuring her diet is kept regulated so the Wendigo does not endanger anyone.”

“Why would they put her there?!” You blurted. A moment of weakness in your facade hearing your precious daughter had been placed in such a dangerous environment. Price’s tail flicked once, a little startled by your outburst. To be expected though he figured. You cleared your throat, apologizing for your behaviour.

“We believe it’s related to her Wendigo side. She’s okay there, and missions are kept simple for her at the moment along with proper training.” Price continued. You nodded, trying to show some understanding. There was a paise before you asked the very question any caring mother would ask.

“Would it be possible to see her?” You asked.

“No.” Price said, empathetic. You nod as if you could understand why.

“We intend to get her back for you.” Price said. When you looked back up, you see a smug look on the captain face. You give him a hopeful smile, trying to hide your desire to laugh at him. He was so willing to go head first into danger with the rest of the team. Price stood up and circled around his desk looking down at you, arms crossed.

“I’m not about to let one of my best be denied her rights. That little girl deserves her mama.” Price said. You stood ready to go as soon as he gave the order. For now you’re given his gentle hands on your shoulders, and a gaze from the most pleased dragon, with a hint of glass.

“It will take some time, but we will get her back, kicking and screaming if we have to.” Price assured you. You’re dismissed and you returned to your room, tears running down your face. The other men offer some smiles to you, and you return them until you get to your room and shut the door.

Finally, you’d have your baby back… and you had a task force of monsters in the palm of your hands ready to kill anyone standing in your way.

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[discount-shades]

Sleepy Baby Part 3

a/n: Well now there is a Part 3. 

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin / Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 800 ish

Summary: We find out the real reason Jake is called Hangman. 

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“There is something wrong with your phone number.” Jake was staring intently at the sheet of paper. All the lines for your number were still blank and the baby’s crib was almost drawn. 

“My number is perfect, and it only has three different digits,” you reply. 

Jake counted his guesses. “That doesn’t make any sense, I’ve guessed 8 numbers already!”

“Yeah but you guessed five twice.” You pointed to where you'd written the number down twice. “I wasn’t going to mention it.” Jake groaned and rubbed his face. You couldn’t help grinning at the pink that was spreading on his cheeks. “Is this performance anxiety because you are not playing Hangman?”

“No… maybe?” He sat up and looked back at the numbers. “I was guessing local area code numbers.” He explained. “You, Kisses, are not from around here.”

“Oooh, solid strategy.” You were impressed he had a strategy. You would have just guessed the numbers 0-9 in order. “It would have worked too if I didn’t move here six months ago.”

Jake quickly guesses the final three numbers and you fill them into the blank spaces. As soon as you had written the last number down he gently slid the paper out from under your hand. He took a picture on his phone of the paper and then entered your number into his contacts.

“You still don’t know my name,” you laugh at his eagerness. “What are you going to put as the contact?”

“Hugs and Kisses,” he shows you the contact where XOXOXO is written instead of your name. Your phone dings when he sends you a text. “Can I be Baby in your phone?” 

“Sleepy Baby.” You say firmly. You add his contact and send him a sleeping and a baby emoji. 

“Ready for my name?” you say pulling the paper back to you. “Are you going to go for the standard guess the vowels strategy or start guessing letters in common names from my age range, like Jessica, or Ashley?”

“J.” He says immediately. You add it to the wrong letters bank and add a bar to the crib. “I thought you were giving me a hint!” His outraged face makes you roll your eyes.

“I’m not going to give you hints,” you tell him. “But this baby will have ten fingers and ten toes before you leave if it has too.”

“This would go way faster if you gave me hints,” he is pouting and you find it adorable.

“I like to watch you struggle,” you tell him. “Next letter.”

“Z.”

“It’s like you don’t want to know my name.” 

…

Five minutes later you hear him say your name for the first time. You can't help the way your stomach flips and your heart beats faster at the sound of your name on his lips. “Hi Jake.” You reply and you can feel yourself blushing.

He had finally managed to uncover your name but the baby had ten fingers and two toes. “Do you actually let your niece win or are you just bad at hangman?” You ask him.

“Both.” He replies honestly. “Whenever I do figure it out I deliberately guess the wrong letters.”

“If you are so bad at hangman, why is that your name?”

“It’s a Navy thing.” he shrugs. “Call signs are meant to keep you humble.”

“Clearly it didn't work for you,” you raise your eyebrows at him and he just winks in response. 

There is a knock on the door and Eillen, your coworker, peeks in. “Your 3:00 Art Group starts in ten minutes.”

“Shit, I have to get the paint out!” you jump to your feet. Jake immediately offers to help and you lead him to the activity room and instruct him how you want the tempera paint poured into the trays. You get the brushes, water cups and paper out for the activity you had planned. 

When everything is set up you gently push Jake toward the door with your hand on his chest. “Thanks for helping me set up but you have to go before the kids get here.”

“I’m glad I found you.” His voice is soft and he is staring into your eyes the way he did the first night you met him. 

“Me too.” you duck your head and smile before looking back up.

“Can I see you tomorrow?” Excitement is shining in his green eyes.

“I could be persuaded.” He gives you his full smile and brings the hand that you have against his chest to his lips. He presses a gentle kiss on your knuckles and the butterflies are back.

“I'll call you tomorrow.” He promises as he walks away, pumping his fists in the air when he leaves the library. 

[beautouslysandy]

meet the parents

dallas winston x gn!reader

by: sandy

warnings: language, dallas being nervous and a gentlemen, sorta proofread, and lowercase intended

word count: 1,294

a/n💌: i just love this request! i hope you enjoy this /j! i made the dad a cop!! and he is such a mood haha!

request: Can you please do Dallas Winston meeting soc!readers parents...(maybe make the dad a cop 👀👀) - your new favorite anon (/j)

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• ”doll, your dad already hates me. i am pretty sure he doesn’t want me in his house and especially doesn’t want me to date his perfect child.” he says as you two walk up the big grand front door steps.

dallas won’t say it but he was really scared he would make a bad impression…your dad already hates him due to being the one to cuff him multiple times. he has never met your mom but she is married to your dad so he is sure she has heard enough. “dont sweat it, babe. i will be right by your side. trust me. okay?” you say, holding your brunettes hand.

“okay.” he says quietly as you knock the door.

“hello..oh hello sweetheart, you must be dallas!” a women says opening the door, who looks a lot like you. “hello ma’am, nice to meet you.” he says with a smile, don’t fuck this up man, is what is repeating in his head

“good-looking and manners! come on in you two.” she says with a chuckle. he looks over at you and you are beaming this makes dallas blush slightly.

“hello…dallas winston. nice to see you.” he hears a familiar voice, too familiar. “hey dad, how was work?” you say, leaving dallas’s side to hug your dad.

“it was good, kiddo. how was your day?” he says, still looking at dallas.

“it was great!” you say going back to dallas “me and dallas went to store and got flowers!” you say with a bright smile as dallas wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“that’s nice, real nice. so dallas how has been, since the last time i saw you…what two months ago?” your dad says clearly trying to get a rise out of dallas.

“it’s been great, i met this amazing person. and it’s just been real good.” he says with a smile as he looks at you in awe.

“you two are so cute together!” your mom exclaims, she is setting the table.

“go help my mom with the table.” you mutter, as he isn’t used to this kind of setting.

“okay, doll, thanks.” he says, his palms are sweating like crazy. he doesn’t want to mess this up, one wrong move and it’s over.

“so are you still in school dallas?” she asks, of course he thinks the school question.

“not anymore.” he says prepared for some remark

“hey, i dropped out of school as well and i turned out just fine. i have a business and family. no matter what path you take it just matters how you handle it and it could end perfectly.” she says sweetly, she sounds like you.

“oh. thanks, that’s good advice.” he says with a real smile.

you and your dad were talking, it looked like you two were arguing.

“dad, he is my boyfriend.” you say with a frown

“i don’t like him, he is bad news, kiddo.” he says with a stern voice

“he is not….dad just give him a chance. please, for me.” you say

“alright fine, one chance. no more than that.” he says with a frown.

sitting at the table, dinner was pork and asparagus. dallas practiced his table manners with you (he really doesn’t want to mess this up).

he whispers in your ear “can we go to the drive-in after this, doll?”

you giggle and whisper back “only if you eat all of your food.”

“okay then.” he says with a chuckle

“so dallas, what’s the plan?” your dad asks

“what?” he says looking up with wide eyes

“the plan, you know, for the future.” he says with a cold voice

“dan.” your mom says with a stern tone.

“it’s just a question, hon.” he says

“i don’t really have one, i just wanna see where life takes me.” he says, you hold his hand and squeeze it offering a bit of comfort.

“y/n…has a plan.” he says, almost bragging

“not everyone does dad.” you say with warning eyes

“hey, just saying. what happened to the ryan guy?”

“dan!” your mom exclaims with a shocked face

“ryan?” you say choking in your water.

“isn’t that the guy who you know on you?” dallas said looking at you concerned, he hated that guy and he knew how much he hurt you. “it’s not important, dally.” you say with a small smile

he nods, getting the memo.

“anyways…anything interesting happen today? oh and how are the curtis’s? tommy was asking about darrel.”

dallas’s eyes widened, what did. your mom want to do with the curtis’s.

“not really…well expect.” you look and dallas with a smirk

he chuckles, “that was hilarious.”

“what happened?” your mom says, smiling at the two of you while your dad is pouting like a child

“steve and sodapop jumped in the that lake near your store….” you say

“the one that’s closed off?” your dad says as he shifts in his seat.

“dan, stop. did they jump off the cliff thing? tommy did that with his friends every summer.” your mom says looking at you and dallas “yeah that was it.” dallas said with a soft smile exchange between him and your mom

“it was funny, cause steve did a belly flop and oh my god did he regret it.” you say with a chuckle as you cut your pork chop

your mom laughs. your dad continues to pout.

“the curtis’s are good, ponyboy is doing well in school and sodapop is doing really good at the dx. darry is doing well, he has had a big workload but he is pulling through well and he was just asking about tommy, isnt that funny?”

“he was? that is funny what a coincidence! it that they are doing good, their sweet boys. terrible what happened to their parents. their mom was so nice, loved her.” she says with a sad smile

dallas looks at your dad at your dad glares at him while eating his food.

“dan, could you help me get more asparagus?” your mom says sweetly as she notices your dad

“someone is in trouble.” dallas impulsively mumbles with a smirk (typical dallas)

“what did you say?” your dad says with a scoff

“dad stop!” you say, with a frown

your mom practically drags your dad to the kitchen.

“we are leaving.” you say, getting up and gathering your stuff. “doll. we don’t have to, it’s no biggie.”

“no. he is trying to provoke you and i won’t stand for it. i will meet you outside, i just have to tell my mom.

“well i will go with you. i would like to say bye and thank you to your mom. the food was really good.”

you smile at this, you two knock on the kitchen push doors, your mom comes out and sees your two in jackets and smiles sympathetically.

“i am so sorry for dan. it was so great meeting you dallas, your a sweet boy. dan just judges people, your past doesn’t define you. don’t let him get to you.” your mom says, she pulls dallas into a hug. “it’s alright, thank you, and thank you for having me over. the food was great.” he says

“yeah mom it was great! i was gonna go to the drive-in with dallas, is that okay?” you ask with a smile

“of course honey, you two love-birds have fun!” she says as you two walk to the door.

and that was it. he had meet the parents or more so parent and a child of a father.

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

Impressions

Written for day 14 of @remadoramicrofics (I am so behind it is embarrassing): challenge-triptych. T, 760 words. Read below or on Ao3.

Droplets of rain raced along the windows of the Knight Bus. Tonks watched them, betting on which one would win, and tried not to dwell on her latest failure.

She supposed she shouldn’t call it a failure. It’s not as if one can earn a Troll in friendship, or even in acquaintanceship, but there was no other way to describe her interactions with a certain werewolf. 

From the moment she met him, she earned his dislike, or perhaps his hatred.

He didn’t respond to her jokes.

He was neither amused nor impressed by her Metamorphmagus abilities.

He always seemed to be in a hurry to get away from her.

He never looked her in the eye.

He attempted to switch mission partners—twice—but was stuck with her anyway. 

She tried to make the most of it, but he gave her terse answers or ignored her altogether. He’d got off a stop early on the Knight Bus, so eager as he was to leave her.

Her mother always said that if someone didn’t want to be her friend, she shouldn’t bother.

It just ate at her, because of all the people she’d ever met, no one had ever looked like they needed a friend as much as Remus J. Lupin. 

…

A breakthrough came several weeks later. She was entertaining Sirius, who’d come close to drinking himself unconscious, by morphing into anyone she could think of. 

“Severus” made a speech about the merits of regular shampooing.

“Minerva” discussed her cleverest litter box techniques.

“Mundungus” confessed to having a tiny prick.

Unbeknownst to her, Remus was there, watching quietly from the stairs, obscured from her vision. But when Sirius’s laughter died down after “Remus” orated on his hatred of all things pink and joyful, the very man stepped out from the shadows with a frown. 

Tonks could’ve sworn she turned beet red from the roots of her hair to her tiniest toenail when she saw her latest target walk toward her, solemn and disapproving.

“Is that really what you think of me?” he asked. Tonks gawked at him, gobsmacked, not only at the fact that he was looking her in the eye, but he looked almost . . . devastated.

“Well,” she said, summoning her confidence, “it’s no secret that you don’t like me.”

“No, you’ve got it all wrong,” Remus replied, confused. “I don’t, er, I don’t dislike you. Not at all. I . . .” He was flushing with color, tripping on his syllables, clearly in distress.

“It’s okay—” Tonks put her hand on his arm. He flinched, stepped back, and cleared his throat.

“I realize that doesn’t help my case,” he murmured, peeking down at the place where she’d touched his arm, gaze transfixed on the spot. He peered up at her, his eyes looking like they did they day she met him: they were haunted by loneliness and longing.

“Erm, would you like to join us?” Tonks offered, the quiet of the kitchen unsettling her. Sirius had been suspiciously quiet throughout the interaction and watched them with interest. 

Remus flicked his eyes from Sirius and back to Tonks. 

“I wouldn’t want to intrude.” 

“You wouldn’t be intruding, silly,” Tonks said, cocking her head to the side. “Why else would I invite you to stay?”

Remus parted his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he seemed to change his mind and took a seat at the table. 

When Tonks got back to her impersonations (including a scathing rendition of Dolores Umbridge), she noticed that when Remus smiled, he could be quite handsome.

…

A year later and Remus was alone, hungry, and cold. He ruminated on the early days of his friendship with Tonks; if only he’d kept his mouth shut that unfortunate day.

He’d avoided her gaze because he didn’t want to be caught staring. She was clever and beautiful (why did she have to be so lovely?).

He’d tried not to engage with any of her morphing. He didn’t want her to think he was lecherous or curious (he shamefully admitted he was both).

He’d struggled to stay away from her whenever he could. She’d find someone appropriate for her, and when she did, he was at risk of having his heart completely shattered (it got shattered anyway).

It was that stupid night, when he’d heard her impersonating him, when he understood that he’d upset her, that he opened his big, fat mouth. 

He was a weak man. 

He was a coward. 

He was alone.

He was hurting.

(So was she.)

And it was all his fault. 

He should have lied.

[nightimedreamersworld]

Six Sentence Sunday

Thank you for the tags today, my lovelies @artsyunderstudy @cutestkilla @j-nipper-95 @rimeswithpurple @iamamythologicalcreature @forabeatofadrum @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @alexalexinii

Still working on both my fics for the @carryon-reverse-bang . Here's a snippet of each:

Wip #1: something I'll probably delete later, but for now I'm sharing it with you. I kinda like the punch it packs at the end, but overall it doesn't add much to the story. Baz POV:

I’d really rather not have to do this, but I’m left with no choice.  I’ve been surviving on birds and other small things I managed to lure in with magic, but I knew that wouldn’t do for long. Draining something out in the open—even at night, even under a concealment spell—is too risky. Not as risky as going down to the Catacombs, though.  It’s a labyrinth down there. One I know the paths of fairly clearly, but still. If the Mage decided to ambush me down there, no one would even hear me screaming.  Not that the Wood is a safe haven, either, but at least there are dryads around. That, and my dinner options are much more diverse and nutritive than bloody rats.  I don’t go far. I’ve only managed to catch a few squirrels when I hear a stick break behind me.  I smirk, despite the way my heart goes off, thumping wrong wrong wrong inside my chest.  “My, Snow,” I drawl, “A man can’t get a moment of peace—”  I turn around, and just barely manage to get out of the way of a spiked club.

Rest well, little darling.

For wip 2, I've been doing a LOT of research to make up for the slow progress, but I like what I have so far. Enjoy Baz pining:

If I’m being honest, it’s even more impressive that people have picked out Snow, out of everyone in the ensemble, as a favourite.  I mean, I can’t blame them. Snow is magnetic like that. When he gets on the trampoline, you can’t tell the man apart from the dragon. He really throws himself into character. Of course, the other members of the ensemble are also very talented. Most of these people were scouted straight from the Olympics, much like Snow himself. No one does it like him, though. It’s no wonder he’s the dragon prince. The Chosen One.  The act is almost over. The end always sneaks up on me. It’s easy to lose track of time when I can’t take my eyes off him.  (This is my secret, I suppose—I’d be down there with the crowd if I could, right next to the stage, hoping for even a glance from Snow. Reaching out for him just like they do. Sometimes he slides all the way across the stage and right into their arms.)

It's pretty late, so I'm just going to tag a couple people for Wednesday: @bookish-bogwitch @captain-aralias @aristocratic-otter @palimpsessed @letraspal @whatevertheweather @valeffelees @confused-bi-queer @fatalfangirl @youarenevertooold @blackberrysummerblog @larkral @whogaveyoupermission and anyone who'd like to share!

[mariana-oconnor]

The Naval Treaty pt 1

A four parter? Ooooh, exciting.

The July which immediately succeeded my marriage was made memorable by three cases of interest

I officially have no clue when we are. The timeline is a time spirograph. We're just going to pretend that time doesn't matter, okay? Because clearly ACD didn't care about it at all.

[The Adventure of the Second Stain], however, deals with interest of such importance and implicates so many of the first families in the kingdom that for many years it will be impossible to make it public. [...] The new century will have come, however, before the story can be safely told.

I feel like I have seen behind the curtain or stolen a biscuit from the tin without anyone knowing about it.

During my school-days I had been intimately associated with a lad named Percy Phelps

The evolution of language once again championing queer readings of text.

On the contrary, it seemed rather a piquant thing to us to chevy him about the playground and hit him over the shins with a wicket.

Oh those schoolboy shenanigans, what games, what japes we played! Like... *checks notes* beating a young boy's legs with wooden sticks. What fun!

I know attitudes have changed and yadda yadda but 'intimately acquainted' suggests you were friends but beating his legs with wooden sticks because his uncle was a lord - even if he was a tory - doesn't seem like friendship. Were you friends or did he just try desperately to appease you to stop you from hitting him with sticks?

'I have no doubt that you can remember “Tadpole” Phelps, who was in the fifth form when you were in the third.'

There is no way in which I can find to make 'tadpole' a nice nickname. I assume it's because he was younger than most of the people in his form because he was advanced two years for being smart. I assume that's actually the basis of a lot of this bullying.

'I have only just recovered from nine weeks of brain-fever, and am still exceedingly weak. Do you think that you could bring your friend Mr. Holmes down to see me?'

That feeling when you're recovering from a serious illness and you have to contact your childhood bully because it turns out he's now bffs with the only man who can help you.

There was something that touched me as I read this letter, something pitiable in the reiterated appeals to bring Holmes.

Seriously? Seriously? Now you're going to pity him. Watson... Watson, you're on thin fucking ice right now.

“You come at a crisis, Watson,” said he. “If this paper remains blue, all is well. If it turns red, it means a man's life.”

Another tantalising glimpse into a case we are not privy to. ACD does like these. He did it at the start of this story with The Second Stain as well, although we know he did eventually write and publish that one, because we've seen it.

"You are the stormy petrel of crime, Watson."

This is such a perfect phrase. I love it. I have nothing else to say about it, but I needed to share it.

“But the writing is not his own.” “Precisely. It is a woman's.” “A man's surely,” I cried. “No, a woman's, and a woman of rare character."

Once again, Holmes' supernatural ability to identify a person almost completely only from their handwriting comes to the fore! And Watson is so convinced it's a man. This is such a weird argument, but I've definitely had weirder with my friends, so who am I to judge?

...we were joined in a few minutes by a rather stout man who received us with much hospitality. His age may have been nearer forty than thirty, but his cheeks were so ruddy and his eyes so merry that he still conveyed the impression of a plump and mischievous boy.

I don't like him. Whenever someone in these stories is overly jovial, they turn out to be a dick. Or maybe it's the fact we've just seen what Watson considers the acceptable behaviour of mischievous boys. I just don't like him. Maybe I'll be wrong. Maybe I'm just overly suspicious and cynical. But the vibes are wrong.

“Of course you saw the J H monogram on my locket,” said he. “For a moment I thought you had done something clever."

Yep, don't like him. Rude.

A young man, very pale and worn, was lying upon a sofa near the open window...

So weird to refer to your old chum as just 'a young man' and not by his name. Like you didn't recognise him, when you claimed to be so intimately acquainted. How strange.

“How are you, Watson?” said he, cordially. “I should never have known you under that moustache, and I dare say you would not be prepared to swear to me."

I was just saying...

She was a striking-looking woman, a little short and thick for symmetry...

What does that even mean? How can thickness have anything to do with symmetry? Or shortness for that matter? I feel like I am missing something.

OK, so we've got a young man, his fiancee and her brother. As mentioned, I do not like the brother and I do not trust him. So far the fiancee herself has given me no reason to distrust her, but then neither has her brother. I just think he's sus. Guy's too happy, you know what I mean? I bet he's trying to discredit his future brother-in-law in order to scupper the marriage so he can keep his sister's fortune or something like that. Men in these stories do seem determined to stop female relatives from marrying.

Or maybe he's just a jovial man and I'm being paranoid.

He probably murders puppies.

That might be too far.

Nope. I'm right. He's evil. I refuse to hear otherwise.

[goldendoodlerlockerlove]

Geneeeee!! Has anyone done Gene?? Nevermind I have a backup option: Zeke!!

DTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I literally never get tired of seeing you in my ask box 🥹❣️

Unfortunately, you got beaten by Nikki, because she asked about Gene first!! You can find that here:

https://www.tumblr.com/goldendoodlerlockerlove/741996094993661952/character-asks-gene?source=share

So, I suppose this ask will be all about Zeke!! Whose last name remains undisclosed for some reason.

First impression: I actually wasn't too sure about Zeke at first?? I never disliked him. I always enjoyed him as a character. But him being the Mad Pooper in Broadcast Wagstaff School News was just so strange to me, pfffffft. However, I did immediately find it quite sweet that he did it for Tina. I don't ship Zekina that much, but I can definitely see why a lot of other people do (but come on, people, stop using this ship as an excuse to bash Tinimmy, I am still so tired of it--)

Impression now: I love Zeke, he's hilarious. And his interactions with all of the Belchers have been great. Him calling Gene his precious lil' lamb in Stand By Gene?? Adorable (please correct me if I got the episode where he said that wrong)!! He's genuinely such a sweet kid with a newfound love of cooking, which I love to see. He deserves the best. I hope he finds someone nice in the future.

Favorite moment: Probably when he busted out that mascot costume for his grandma, because that was one of the sweetest moments in the entire show, in my opinion. The boy loves his grandma, and that's so adorable. They clearly have a super sweet bond. Also, side note, the story about his grandpa wooing his grandma because of a similar mascot costume is so cute. It kind of gives me Boblin vibes, not gonna lie.

Idea for a story: I would love to see Zeke bond more with Bob when it comes to cooking, the boy is clearly talented, and I would love to see what he can do if that talent is properly nurtured by someone as caring and experienced as Bob. The two would definitely have a great time.

Unpopular opinion: I don't think Zeke treats Tina so much better than Jimmy Jr. like a ton of other people say. He's a thirteen-year-old boy just like J Ju is. He's had his fair share of not being great to Tina, and let's not forget the lore that he actually used to be kind of a troublemaker and bully back in the day. Of course, he's matured a lot since then, and I love him, but he doesn't treat Tina as well as a lot of people say. There are just way too many Tinimmy bashers, and I will not stand for that.

Favorite relationship: I think his relationship with Jimmy Jr. is my favorite. He's always wrestling J Ju, and J Ju is always down to get tackled by him. Those two idiots just have a very special bond, and it's great to see.

Favorite headcanon: I'm honestly not sure!! Maybe the headcanon where he begins working for the Belchers and honing his cooking skills because that is always wonderful to see.

[consul-valerius]

To Fuck Around is Human; To Find Out is Divine (1/4)

It just wasn’t fair ; it wasn’t fair that Sam always got what he wanted, and Valerius always ended up like this . And it wasn’t fair that he loved ending up like this—it just made Sam cheekier, more boastful. […]“Pretty soon you’re going to be thanking me, boy,” Sam whispered in a low growl. These next words were for Valerius and only Valerius. The attention alone had him on cloud nine—how pathetic . “You can cry and pout all you want—you and I both know how this story ends: with you begging daddy for more .”

Valerius attempts to dominate The Duke of Pearl Isles, which goes just as well as was expected. But with his spouse's help, can he for once turn the tables on him? Or will all three fall back into their usual roles?

Rating: 18+ minors DNI or I’m gonna eat your homework

WC: 5728 (im sorry…… my brain exploded)

Characters and relationships: Valerius, Sam, Lucio, brief DonDon, and two nameless OCs; primary Valerius/Sam but background Sam/Lucio and Valucio (and obvious ValDonna)

Content warnings: established Dom/Sub dynamics; non-consensual/dubiously-consensual spankings (did I just make up a word lol); punishments; light bondage; humiliation & degradation; daddy dom, Valerius’s canon foot fetish

A/N: its whack a doodle time. It is whack a doodle. Time. LOL I got my dick back in force and now I’m going to just dedicate time to doing self indulgent smut of these three LMFAO I can’t say there’s NO plot, but this is just a silly little blip in time for them that is vaguely post-game/whatever AU the tales take place in :’)

Preview undercut—full fic linked in the title✨

“Enlighten me, consul,” Sam was practically growling now, teasing a strand of Valerius’s bangs between two gloved fingers. “Seeing as you are suddenly the expert on discipline , what’s the proper way to teach a man like me some manners?”

Sam was clearly baiting him; everyone knew it, most of all Valerius. But he was giving him an out too: if he apologized, tail between his legs, Sam would let it all go. If it was really pretty, maybe he would even invite Valerius onto his lap next—he would have Valerius do something extra special to apologize.

On his lap next to Lucio—Lucio, whose eyes were glued to every move Valerius made, those eyes moving quickly to capture every breath, every small shudder. Valerius sucked in air through his nose, bracing himself to apologize. He wasn’t sure why he had looked to Lucio—normally he could turn to Donna for some visual reassurance.

Instead, Lucio quirked his brow at him, a wicked smile on his face as he tilted his chin up at Valerius.

You don’t have the balls.

“Well, obviously a spanking would be in order.”

Valerius tried not to jump at the ruckus he had caused. The two women tried to stifle their chuckles; Lucio chose to laugh and giggle openly, even so much as to kick his legs too. Sam’s eyes snapped to him for a moment before zeroing in on Valerius. Before Valerius could take the words back, Sam was laughing next, loud and hysterical.

“And just who would be able to do that to me, hm?”

This was bad. This was bad, and Valerius needed to stop.

“Oh, I can name quite a few I’ve seen firsthand tanning your hide—”

Sam was going to kill him. He was digging his own grave.

“My spouse, of course, being one of them.”

But how could he stop when Lucio looked so thrilled? Looked so impressed by him , not Sam, not even Nadia.

Sam’s eyes widened; it only made his forced smile all the scarier.

“Ah, I see ,” Sam chuckled, his voice too sweet. “Gonna run and tell on me like you always do? Gonna go tell mommy that daddy’s being a big ol’ meanie?”

Valerius felt his stomach drop, his face instantly igniting. Damn him . Damn him for saying that in front of those women—they would get the wrong idea, that he was really into all of that. Really, it was for Donna. And for Sam. And it made him happy to make them happy, it wasn’t that he was into it—

“Does it look like I’m running ? Are your eyes just as bad as your decorum?”

Sam sucked in a breath, practically hissing as he tilted his head down at Valerius. Valerius swallowed, his eyelashes fluttering.

“Oh? You gonna do it then, Valerius?” Sam took another step forward. Valerius took a step back. “You gonna put me in my place?”

Valerius felt like his brain was turning off, that he could will his soul from his body at this very moment. Lucio’s small giggle broke him out of his stupor.

“I could if I wanted to.”

“And you simply just never felt the urge? With how ill-mannered and barbaric I am, you’ve just always so happened to let me throw you over my knee?”

“I said if I wanted to—”

“Seems like you wana now.”

“Well, perhaps I do “wan-ah” —!”

“ Perfect!I”

[soup-for-ghosts]

talk ant temenos. for the ask thing :3

First impression

something along the lines of “wow this guy is so funny what is wrong with him (affectionate)” and the murder mystery neuron kicking in

Impression now

oh so THAT’S what’s wrong with him. ok. genuinely one of my favorite characters ever, and uh. also ow? what the heck?? I wasn’t prepared for a personal callout post!!

but yeah temenos is such a good character… and while I do have a few gripes with how his story was handled, I have no gripes with how he himself was written. and those ex skills… so many thoughts about those… I could go into more depth into my thoughts on him but I’ll save that for another place at another time

Favorite moment

all of them /j

ok but seriously, I loooooove the scenes with arcanette. I hate her. I hate her so much, but oooooo those scenes are so goooooood… the placid mask dialogue hits… I didn’t trust mindt from the beginning, but THIS was something else. him yelling at her not to speak of everyone he’s lost in the process of getting here… gahhh it’s just so good….

Idea for a story

uh?? idk what to put for this

Unpopular opinion

also dunno what to say for this one really

Favorite relationship

ok I have two and yes they’re the obvious ones

first is his relationship with crick which give me the 🤨 look all you want but listen. I’m not even talking about the ship this time, I just mean their general dynamic, which yes is very goofy at times but it’s also so complex and interesting. especially when you get into everything crick tells him in chapter 3 stormhail. I don’t like.. I don’t like crick’s death from a literary perspective, idk I just never enjoyed characters being killed for the sole purpose of making you hate the villain or for the emotional appeal particularly when said character is clearly at their lowest point. meeting temenos lead to crick having to learn to doubt (for lack of a better term pf) everything he has ever known, and that has practically brought him to a pit of despair in chapter 3 stormhail and idk I think he deserved the chance to claw his way out of that pit and actually get to learn what faith really means to him and stuff. and also it would be interesting for temenos’ character if one person survived, he already pushes people away out of fear of losing them, if he thought it was just happening again, but it didn’t, he still lived, how would he react to that? how would he develop and move on from that? idk it’s just more interesting to me, but again, conversation for another day, the important part is, their dynamic is very fun and also genuinely interesting, and I like how their characters develop throughout the game because of each other

the second is everyone’s favorite detective duo, temenos and throné. I am a claudelet temenos truther, so siblingisms real, but besides that, their crossed paths and travel banters really hit me I think. my favorite travel banter of all time is one of theirs, “the wool dilemma,” from throné chapter 3 father’s route. wherein throné asks temenos to tell her a story to get her mind off of all. that. and he tells her about this wool dilemma, where wool keeps the sheep warm, but because of that, a lamb never truly feels the warmth of their parents. throné’s response is “I’m not a sheep,” and that to me speaks volumes. she understood exactly why temenos chose this story to tell her, she understands him perfectly. and that’s saying a lot! temenos has a travel banter with osvald in his chapter 5 where osvald explicitly states that temenos never says what he means and it is very confusing and people are bound to misunderstand him. osvald, resident genius scholar, struggles to understand temenos, but throné understands him perfectly. and then their crossed paths… they both have a lot of pent up grief that they are not really… addressing or conveying and they end up working together to tie loose ends both for themselves and others. alpates…… but yeah, they’re a very good duo and the devs made a very good decision having them as a crossed paths duo. I like them a lot….

Favorite headcanon

silly one, but I always loved the headcanon that his eyes glow blue when he’s doing his little “the truth lies in the flame” thing. it’s just fun to me pf, also it looks sick as hell, especially when it’s used outside of just those segments and in scenes like the battle against kaldena and stuff

[justatalkingface]

On 379

Alright, I don't usually react to just a chapter, but there's something about this one I want to talk about a bit. Spoilers, obviously.

So, the thing is? On the face of it, this... actually is an answer to all my annoyances about how they dropped Shigaraki. To the point where I've seen posts saying that this chapter is an answer to those people critical about how Shigaraki's story is going; not directed at me, obviously (I'm still probably pretty much an unknown outside of the bnha/mha critical tags, lol), but still.

Outside of all my general problems that have basiclly just happened (which we'll get to in a sec), the thing is that... it really doesn't. In theory, it does, the general formula is there, but Shigaraki's build up as a villain was so fucked up that just... dropping him back in there, surprise, as the villain just is... bad. Shigaraki has spent most of the story being dangerous only because of his Quirk, but beyond that being basiclly impotent because of how much of a manchild he was. They finally, finally, started to... I want to say 'redeem' him, but that's completely the wrong implications there... validate him, maybe? Validate him, as a villain, as a big danger, as this enormous threat for Izuku to rise and face. And that actually was going well... until AFO burst in like the Kool-aid man, and then we were just being shown Shigaraki/Tenko in a more positive light, as a victim to be saved.

And... that was honestly deeply fucked up on a lot of levels, how we were being indirectly told about how sad the actual mass murderer was, not even in his past but right now at this present point in time, and pretty much every time he was on screen, but that's not the problem with this chapter.

The problem with this chapter, is, after finally building up Shigaraki, only to suddenly swerve to saving him from AFO, only to suddenly swerve again back towards him surpassing his mentor (again. Because we literally did this in the War Arc, which was great until it was completely invalidated) and being the Big Bad Threat again (you know, until AFO reasserts control again or something), only for Izuku to again, at the end of the chapter again, say that he'll save the '"you" that was crying!'

(silently marks another tally on the 'Izuku will pull child!Tenko out of Shigaraki' theory)

(also notes the child is apparently Shigaraki's inner genocidal maniac)

(throws away the board and gives up again on trying to guess how this clusterfuck will end)

And I. I just. Am supposed to take this seriously? Am I supposed to care at this point, about Shigaraki as a character, or as anything other than an obstacle for Izuku to oppose? Because this has been so all over the damn place, with so little development on these parts, and how they all are supposed to connect, that it feels nonsensical to me. I mean, fuck, even the scene itself is somewhat incoherent, more flashbacks than anything, which is kind of an impressive fuck up in itself really because, for all the flaws in this story, Hori has been great at drawing these epic, gripping scenes that clearly get the message he wants across to whoever sees it.

Tenko's just a kid we should want to save. Tenko is a murderer. Tenko is Orochimaru who figured out how to extend his own life by means of reincarnation and ended up in MHA by a freak cosmic accident, and is using AFO to experiment with Quirks so he can turn them into jutsus.

Sure! Why not!

It's just so fucking hard to care about this when it's such a mess.

And then, while I'm talking about this, we might as well mention everything else I don't like about this chapter, just to be complete about it.

OFA, for example, is once again proven to be completely incompetent and basiclly a non-threat to any character with a name, even though he's been the theoretical main threat for basiclly the entire arc, and is still probably going to be the big final villain, no matter how much Shigaraki is being hyped at the moment. At this point, the man is more of a joke than anything.

Lady Nagant is back for about five seconds out of nowhere to explain how redeemed she is, putting her life on the line to magically save everyone just in time, which is pure Post War Arc in how sudden and incomplete it is, and again, while her character is super interesting, it's so hard to care when, after maybe one more chapter, we all know her part is basiclly going to be done, with maybe a brief mention of her in the epilogue, and maybe a vision of her behind Izuku along with all his other friends/supporters/allies/people he met one time on the road years ago as he dramatically triumphs over AFO the final battle, probably with Bakugou at his side, fucking sigh.

Obligatory mention of Gentle, who is technically there in the background even though he was really part of last chapter's issues, about how out of nowhere he was with anything about how he's suddenly there, and how so ridiculously OP he suddenly is for no apparent reason, and just everything about that.

And then, one more time just because of how bad it is: "I won't ignore the "you" that was crying!"

Sure, you've killed a lot of people, are actively trying to kill me, and destroy the world and/or society, but somewhere deep inside you there is a small child that is crying, and therefore everything else is irrelevant!

*headdesks and groans into the wood for five straight minutes*

[herbgroom]

arctic monkeys concert review time, for anyone who cares

so I was under the impression that the concert would start at 5:30pm, so I thought, great! I get there at 12 and I only have to wait 5 hours! WRONG.

the headliners would start at 9:40 PM. I WAITED 10 FUCKING HOURS.

when I got there, there were already so many people. the venue was huge and impossible to navigate, I had to go back and forth a couple of times to understand where I was supposed to go. the one highlight was a security guard who saw the books I was carrying (sartre, lol) and the pins (one was of dark side of the moon) and commented on them. that was nice

so, I arrive at my entry, and I still have a couple of hours to kill, since the gates open at 3pm. WELL. SOME DOUCHEBAG decided to cram up at the front of the gates and everyone followed, I was stuck in the crowd for the remaining hours with no water or food, just a cap, and the scorching sun above me (thankfully I had put on sunscreen beforehand)

the staff was also in a panic as well, it took them a while to check tickets and bags.

but I get inside! and the position I get it's great! just a dozen of meters from the stage, meanwhile people keep coming... and coming...

my friend also manages to get inside and we're finally reunited, we're both a sweaty mess. it is 3:30pm.

the bar is expensive and the water is scarce, it is really difficult to sit down given the amount of people (at max capacity, I heard there were 70-90k people inside)

the waiting game starts, but at about 5pm the first opening act (gli OMINI) comes on stage. they're neat 👍 they played covers of boys don't cry and my generation

another half an hour hour passes, it is getting so fucking hot, but some saint starts distributing water, you have to be extremely lucky to catch a bottle, tho.

second opening act (willie j healey) at about 6pm, they have strong dire straits and 70s soft rock vibes, one of their amps busted, but the crowd was supportive

some more waiting, the venue sponsors come on stage (a national radio) and they start randomly djing and chanting, they throw t shirts and gadgets. I didn't get one.

finally, at 7:40 pm the final warm up act, the hives. they even get a personalised stage with big letters and everything. they're absolutely insane, we didn't catch one breath while they were playing. special shoutout to the guitarist who was dying on stage, you're a true champ 👍

one hour left. and that hour feels like 10. at least the sun has gone down, but the heat remains, given how cramped up everyone is. I'm starting to feel very sick, nauseous and with a headache. I try to sit down the best way I can.

BUT FINALLY!! ARCTIC MONKEYS TIME!!! they come on stage and everyone loses their fucking minds, there's a huge mirrorball on the ceiling and a big circular projector behind them

here's the setlist

I had to literally block my ears a few time cuz the screaming was so so strong

alex speaks some italian and that also causes people to lose their minds, the audience mainly cares only for him. sad! I was cheering you on nick, matt and jamie! you were amazing! also the guys responsible for the moog synthesiser and additional guitars, awesome indeed

funny how everyone sang the most popular songs while barely anyone knew the songs from the car, well I sang those the loudest! mirrorball was fucking awesome, the highlight for me, cuz at the end the real mirrorball started spinning and shining. so so cool

I also screamed REALLY LOUD when they played sculptures, I lost my mind. I had waited for it FOR SEVEN MONTHS.

so, was it worth it?

arctic monkeys were amazing, but all the waiting made it unbearable, I couldn't wait to go home afterwards- and that too took a while because the subway was really far away.

so, there you have it, great concert, terrible experience. an overall 4/10, while the band was 10/10 (I wish I heard them more clearly, it was impossible to hear alex through the screaming)

[topconfessions]

Hmm turns out Lisa is dating a white nepo baby who apparently has a high status in the fashion industry. Not yall have been calling Jennie a leech for YEARS just bc she had a baseless rumor with YG, turned out it was her bandmate that dates vgly men for status 🤣 this is why you should never take stereotypes seriously, constantly calling J a social climber only for her to end up in a relationship that does nothing to her career but tarnish it, and well its safe to say that she asked for it.

????? and ???? what's your point cause ???? you're telling us this, which we appreciate, but some of your interjections is clearly coming off personally as a jennie fan. I'm going to speak on her the way I speak on TOP and this is coming from someone who was a hardcore BB / TOP stan, still favoring top more than jennie if I had to chose. Everything that has ever been said about jennie here is objective and not personal, when we have our chats like "I'm disappointed in newjeans, or top, or jackson wang cause xyz" then that's when y'all can jump in and say something y'know?

good for lisa and I'm not surprised, I always expected that of her, jennie just gives the general public the outward impression she would rush for that first but as we seen, she dates close to home i.e "kai" and GD while lisa is makinh networking moves dating up. Also No.

do not insert words into ours mouths, never did we use the word "leech" if that's your summary of what we've said about her, say it as such. Jennie is basically hypergamous but she hasn't landed a big well yet and tends to date people of familiarity in the industry. There is absolutely nothing wrong with dating an ugly man for status cause guess what? 95.95% OF FEMALES YO'VE EVER ADMIRED FROM THE 80S UP TO NOW HAVE BEEN ESTABLISHED OFF THE CHECKS OF UGLY RICH MEN.

Fuck, beyonce owes her fucking livelihood to jay-z and this is why she bizzarely comes off so weak wiled and always whining about her position next to him in music & elsewhere cause she's aware she wouldn't be shit had she not let jay come to her rebound off of aaliyah's rejection. the streets have the tea on bey on how Nas didn't want shit to do with her and the men who looked attractive and did couldn't do shit for her like sean paul. ask yourself why beyonce parents were so fucking voerly comfortable with their 18-19 year old daughter dating a very mature past criminal record old rappe? 35 dating 18? yeah ok.I could name 50 females in hollywood history and even kpop so far that are where they are cause of ugly but well off men, shit I love hyuna but a man made her as well.

you have to be very young or very immature and thinking like the crowd to not see dating an ugly man with means who wants to be with you even just for a brief hook up as lame. How the fuck y'all think she landed bvlgari in the first place next to ZENDAYA AND ANNE HATHAWAY!? and those two I can say were not made off the force of men cause they come from disney / teen movie backgrounds. and you never see them on a yacht aka escorting "yachting" i.e prostituting under the guise of vacation. Now if blackpink has a monster single one day and blows up in a BTS way here in america more than they have already? and I catch one of them on a yacht? then we can talk.

that's all. where you end up in a relationship does not negate your intention of being a social climber, jennie is and was a social climber. she chose wrong and it just didn't workout plus jennie gives me the vibe she's not as aggressively hypergamous and desperate to keep a spot nor cling to a man like she would be if she was 2nd gen, coming from a run down agency and gd looked her way. we've always established that she only fucks with secured idols or men but she isn't desperate nor seeking to get more she just only associates and dates them. Lisa, I can't speak on why she is dating that man but that's very forward thinking on her end. fuck, ashley benson from pretty little liars is marrying an oil heir. a fucking oil HEIR she's set for life if he doesn't run a tight prenup on her with no loopholes and even then she's set cause depending on how she carries herself and how she has this man whipped, she can always live off his money and not spend her own as shared income.

GD is nearly at the same level as the dude lisa is dating so all of this you said is invalid to me. y'all keep being obtuse and naive thinking she got handed fucking BVLGARI of all high end brands just cause. she is more accepted and more popular in the u.s than jennie, she has more western appeal but if you don't think lisa didn't work that connection with ole boy before they were officially dating or after? congrats, you've got a lot to learn and I'm saying this before anyonwe else pops up like "lol lisa got bvlgari before she met him" that's how it always starts.

it's a good move for lisa, now if she's smart and doesnt just rest on being seen with him and dating just to date, she can mingle with his friends or superiors and make contacts. if I see her land 2 more big deals no other kpop star or korean actor has landed? i'm chalking it up to this, period. also, your career can only be "tarnished" these days if you're dumb enough to let it be. she's fine, she's in blackpink and been pushed to fucking moon and back like how CL was monster pushed but 10x more than CL's push in 2ne1. She's good. But if you consider it tarnished? it's cause of how she herself handled all of this and the fact she does give off geninune impression when she dates. that's a personality and image flaw that's on her. like if suzy from miss a was landing whales back to back and that shit didn't last, I could see suzy and those relationships getting 'some' negative feedback but still looked at with positivity cause of her personality and how she carries herself with men.

being with GD is still a win and if it didn't last, then unless gd really pushed her away or broke it off himself? then that's on her and that shows for whatever reason she wasn't wanting or needing it go the distance, if you really need something to last, you'll make it last. you see beyonce didn't drop jay by sasha fierce era when she could have? cause she needed that and still needs that.

be for real.

[womanpl3aser]

Abby Anderson x f!reader

this is only for fems. Men dni also underaged ppl.

Warning!: any sexual behavior. Everything u can think of (it's j that I'm lazy to write them all) but a slight warning that it has mentions of her reffering the strap as her own cock.

DO NOT COME ANY FURTHER THAN THIS IF YOU ARE A MAN OR A CHILD.

Sorry if i spelled something wrong! Now let's get back to the flesh.

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It was a Friday night. No work, patrols, infected around the area, just you and Abby.

You both had just started showering after a busy day of being out with Manny, Nora and Mel. Abby was the first one to get out of the shower with her silky wet hair being untied from a braid as the water drops were going down on the floor. She quickly grabbed a towel to dry herself so she could have her hair done by drying them and tying them in a messy bun just so she could impress YOU.

After 15 minutes you were also done from taking a shower. You slowly grabbed your own towel noticing Abby's wet footprints all the way to your bedroom. You silently giggled not thinking of it too much. You covered yourself with the tower tightly just so it wouldn't slip off, by the time you started walking and made your way to the bedroom you saw Abby laying on the bed listening to a band you both love.

She sees you with your wonderful black hair as the water drips and falls on ur shoulders making her smirk a bit. 'Dry yourself faster I need to show you something baby' she tells you hurriedly all of the sudden. So you clearly listen to her commands and do as she says by putting on a lingerie with some hella short shorts with a crop top that matched your pants.

I did what you told me to d— before you even finish the sentence she grabs you by the waist and throws you on the bed undressing you like a starved woman. You laugh a bit and tell her 'So that's what you were trying to "show me" this whole time huh?" You giggled and she playfully shrugged.

After she was done undressing you she was quick to admire your beauty when you were naked. She got on top of your hot body and whispered seductively in your ear saying 'I want to try another position on you my little whore. Don't try to deny it or else you will see.' You gulped in agony and didn't reply with anything, you just nodded. That's where a devious smile appeared on her face who nobody would've guessed what was on her little dirty mind.

'Good girl, such a little slut for me. Now bend over and show me that ass of yours.' You were responsive and got quickly on your stomach and arched your ass up just for her. The breeze in the air that touched your aching pussy craving her touch to be on your skin, mostly in your soft cunt made you shiver but she was quick to act. She got her clothes off and threw them carelessly on the floor and went over to the drawer to get a big red strap that she had bought without telling you. It caught you off guard and your eyes widened as she put it on and started rubbing it with some hem so it would slide in your unclothed dripping clit easier. She got closer to you rubbing some of the left over hem that she had on her hands in your pussy. You softly and quietly moaned but that 'soft and quiet' moan. Oh man it turned her even more on.

'You ready princess?' She asked you as she patted your ass before giving it a smack that would probably be seen for at least 3 days.

You answered with a 'mhm' which made Abby give you a small spank on the clit. You groaned and she was fast to grab you softly by the hair. 'Use that pretty mouth of yours to communicate with me baby girl.' She replied.

'Y-yes abs' You answered. After that moment she teased the tip of her cock on the opening of your cunt. You moaned and immediately after it she shoved it into your pussy. She had literally taken the words out of your mouth. She was being harsh with it, going in and out progressively faster each time, grabbing you by the tits and playing with them. One hand on your waist and one on both of your boobs squishing them together and playing with your nipples between her finger. You could feel her being so deep inside you, you couldn't even feel your sponge walls.

'A-ah A-bs.. baby d-dont stop..' you couldnt even speak from the enjoyment. Abby replied on purpose saying she didn't hear you but oh yes she indeed did. 'What'd you say m' lady?' She got deeper and pulled away from your boobs and placed her other palm on your ass. Feeling the strap tribbing on her clit. 'Omg A-abs I am about t-to come..' as she finally hit your g-spot.

'Don't worry this isn't the only round we're having sweetheart so you better cum on it on every single one of them.Hold on tight my nasty whore' she said as she slightly giggled while going faster in and out. Your stomach finally started to flip and your pretty hole instantly sucked the pre-cummed strap in. You let out a load moan which made Abby cover your mouth and give you kisses on the side of your sweaty neck to make those moans last longer. She said under her breathe 'Atta girl shshsh. As the night went on..

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Hope you guys liked it. It is my first time writing something like this but I promise I will improve.

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