#// I'm getting there ; I just gotta push through the negative feels

[silverwhittlingknife]

So you're a go to source for all things Dick&Tim bros and you tend to write primarily from Dick's POV. So, odd question, but if you were to summarize their relationship from his POV in FIVE panels which panels would you pick? Keeping in mind that one specific aspect of their relationship that you love needs to be clearly represented by each panel (loyalty, trust etc). I hope this is a fun challenge and not an annoying question so if you don't want to answer that's cool! Have a wonderful day!

No more talk. The same thoughts run through two minds... (SotB 29) / You're my equal. My closest ally. (RR 1) / I can't stop thinking how much I rely on him. (GoG 3)

25 Feelings Dick Has About Tim

This was such a kind ask & a cool challenge which I totally failed; here are TWENTY-five panels of Dick's POV on Tim sdfdsfds Look, I got carried away! Marcia and Cindy! The boys!!

OKAY SO BEFORE I GET TO THE PANELS A FEW NOTES:

WARNING THAT THERE ARE SOME NEGATIVE EMOTIONS IN HERE because I love conflict but but but you gotta remember those are not the final word!! They are complicated people and sometimes they get mad at each other BUT ultimately their relationship is so hugely important in both their lives & they love each other and rely on each other so much -!!! <3

Also I have CONCLUDING THOUGHTS at the end about what Dick's POV leaves out (mostly: a lot of Dick defending & protecting & supporting Tim, which Dick does instinctively but isn't very self-aware about most of the time)

I have loosely organized my list into 5^5 format (5 categories with 5 examples each!), so if you want to skip to a relevant one, here are the categories!!

Below the cut:

I hate him and find him infuriating (#1-5)

On second thought, he's endearing & fun (#6-10)

Grief is complicated & he's all tangled up in mine (#11-15)

I love him & think highly of him (#16-20)

I rely on him & though it's hard for me, I trust him (#21-25)

I hate him and find him infuriating (#1 - 5)

1) He thinks he’s so smart and can psychoanalyze me and Bruce, but he doesn’t know me at all, he should get lost (New Titans 61)

2) He thinks he’s so smart and can psychoanalyze Bruce but he doesn’t know Bruce at all, he should get lost (Gotham Knights 26)

3) He is so nosy about stuff that is MY business (Robin 0)

4) He sounds like an insincere suck-up half the time... but okay, fine, if you push him he's got a sense of humor about it (New Titans 65)

5) I'm sure he's a better vigilante than me. It's my fault for being a failure, but I resent him anyway. (Nightwing 9 - Dick's having a nightmare)

On second thought, he's kinda endearing (#6-10)

6) He worries too much and gets anxious so easily, but it makes him fun to tease (Robin 67)

7) I'm not that competitive - okay, so maybe I'm a little competitive, I gotta make sure he doesn't get a swelled head (Prodigal)

8) I'm supposed to be his favorite! It is not cool for him to be fanboying over my not-girlfriend's not-boyfriend!! (Birds of Prey 19)

9) We have fun together. I can kick back and relax when it's just the two of us. Plus I get to boss him around a bit. (Prodigal)

10) He’s always trying to reassure me, and I guess it's a little comforting, but also he doesn’t really get it. Or me. He makes excuses that he shouldn't, because he doesn't understand that I suck. (Nightwing 64)

Grief is complicated and he's all tangled up in mine (#11 - 15)

11) He reminds me of everything I try not to think about. Sometimes the memories are so strong it hurts to look at him. (Batman 441)

12) WHY IS HE BEING IMPOSSIBLE ALL OF A SUDDEN??? THIS IS SO FRUSTRATING (Nightwing 139)

13) We're the same. He says all the things I don't let myself think about. It's like arguing with myself. (Nightwing 139)

14) He thinks he gets to tell me what to do but he doesn’t, fuck him (Battle for the Cowl)

15) Life sucks, so what. I sucked it up so he should too (RR 1)

I love him and think highly of him (#16 - 20)

16) He’s the closest thing to a brother I’ll ever have.  If someone hurts him I will hurt them harder. (Nightwing 6)

17) I can't handle the idea of losing him. (Nightwing 97)

17) He’s so good and I’m not. I'm afraid I’m bad for him. (Nightwing 110)

18) He’s better than me, and it’s kind of a relief because I know no matter what he’ll be okay. (Gates of Gotham 3)

19) In my head he’s the responsible one.  (Gotham Knights 10)

I rely on him, and though it's hard for me, I trust him (#20-25)

20) I know I have to trust him but I'm afraid he'll make the wrong choices and get hurt (Nightwing 139)

21) I'm sure I know what he should do because I see myself in him - not that I can take my own advice, but he should (Blackest Night 3)

22) I trust him.  When I’m losing my grip on things, he pulls me back. (Gotham Knights 10)

23) I want him to trust me (Red Robin 12)

24) He can tell when I'm lying. Sometimes he sees my weaknesses better than I wish he did. (Detective Comics 874)

25) He’s always there when I need him. (Teen Titans / Outsiders Secret Files)

Final rambling thoughts:

TIM: Uhh, okay, so I'm just skimming this list - do you really trust me? you're not just saying that? - but anyway, I'm confused because you left some stuff out? Like some stuff that's kinda important? DICK: No? I think I got everything? TIM (starts counting on his fingers): The time I was having a bad day but then I called you. The time I got captured by Two-Face but then you saved me. The time I fell off a train but then you saved me. The time I fell off a building but then you saved me. The time I fell off a different building - DICK: I feel like you're trying to make some kind of point but I'm not sure what it could be.

SO THE THING IS, I put 25 panels in here and not a single one has Dick catching Tim when he’s falling!!! But I think that's a central motif of their relationship from Tim’s POV, not Dick’s. I love Dick, but in some ways I think he is spectacularly un-self-aware.

And I think he especially has a lot of blind spots about Tim. He kinda intermittently gets that Tim admires him, and he enjoys it in a playful I-get-to-boss-you-around way. But Dick tends to consistently underestimate all of his own good qualities & skills, and he meets Tim at a point in his life when he's especially down on himself & his abilities. And so he's unable to see his own influence on Tim, & therefore unable to fully understand a lot of Tim's priorities and loyalties and motivations, because you can't actually understand Tim without understanding Dick's impact on him. There's a fascinating moment in Bruce Wayne: Murderer when Dick's completely blindsided & upset to discover that Tim doesn't entirely trust Bruce, even though this has been a definitive fact of Tim's whole thing ever since he showed up with his Batman needs Robin theory, and Barbara has to actively remind Dick of the obvious-to-everyone-except-Dick fact that a lot of Tim's loyalty is to Dick, and Tim loves Bruce but feels free to be more wary of him. (And to give Bruce credit: this is not something he ever begrudges.) But anyway Babs points this out, and Dick manages to sorta process it for about five seconds, but he cannot actually accept it into his worldview so instead he discards it at the speed of light and goes off and has an argument with Tim instead sdfsfdsf

All of Dick's virtues - Dick's kindness at the circus and Dick's determination to fight through grief and Dick's rigid sense of morals and Dick's vigilante skills and every time Dick has ever backed Tim up or listened to him or protected him or saved him from something or just been casually kind to a stranger in Tim's presence etc etc etc - all these things loom really large in Tim's mental story of Who Dick Is, and What Dick And Tim's Relationship Is. Tim meets Dick before he meets Bruce, trusts Dick more than Bruce, aspires to be Robin instead of Batman. And so in Tim's default version of the story, Dick is the super-special and admirable hero and Tim is... nobody in particular, a tagalong outsider who's barely managing to be a hero, not part of Dick and Bruce's family and not part of their story, who, if he's VERY LUCKY and tries REALLY HARD, might be able to fight his way to proving himself and offering something to Dick that Dick will value, if Dick doesn't get fed up with him first.

But that's not Dick's version of the story!!!

Dick's version of the story is almost the exact opposite, a story where Dick's an outcast failure black sheep who's screwing up everything he tries, and meanwhile Tim is The Sudden New Perfect Robin Who's Better Than Me And Probably Bruce Loves Him More And Probably They Gossip About What A Loser I Am, mixed with a complicated edge of Tim Thinks He's So Smart But He Doesn't Know Me/Us At All. Dick gets much more attached to Tim over time, and Tim gets unnervingly better at the know-it-all psychoanalysis so then Dick gets to have complicated feelings about him being right instead of just annoyance at him for being wrong, plus Dick's relationship with Bruce improves a lot, so Tim stops feeling so threatening. But Dick never fundamentally changes his basic theory of their relationship in which Tim is highly impressive and capable, and Dick is not so much.

And so asking Dick about Tim is kinda like if you asked George Bailey to tell you about Harry Bailey in It's A Wonderful Life; like, you'll be there for five hours while he tells you how great Harry is, and how accomplished Harry is, and how he doesn't really get how or why Harry does the things he does, and maybe George does feel a little resentful or jealous sometimes, but that pales in comparison to all his admiration and trust for Harry who he loves so much, who's better than him in so many ways, and he's not gonna openly gripe but secretly he can't help but feel sometimes like he's such a failure in comparison to Harry, a perfect person who emerged fully formed from Zeus's head with all the virtues and also all the accomplishments, etc. etc. etc. --

-- and he will not actually remember the part where he changed and saved Harry's whole entire life unless you literally send him to an alternate timeline in order to force him to remember it. <3

[stoneybun]

College reader loses motivation due to mental health and struggles to take care of self so schlatt gets in the shower w them and does their hair routine, washes their face and holds them, avoiding their waves lol. (Can you tell its self indulgent?)

Anon are you in my head because this is literally what i've been going thru I'm also catering this to me a bit,, Schlatt x fem reader Everything ached. Your head, shoulders, back, fuck even your eyes ached. It had become a known feeling. You were burning out, if not already there. Schlatt had noticed the signs, subtly trying to help you along the way yet also trying to let you handle yourself. He'd get your products out and lined up for you, even trying to have you start a routine with him in hopes it'd make it easier. But now nothing was working, and he knew he needed to do something about it. You weren't going to go through this alone. Not if he was around. You opened your eyes in response to feeling large hands on your body, gently caressing your sides with a familiar soft warmth against your back. You'd woken up a few times already only to drift back off to sleep, your body forcing itself to shut down. Right now the sensation of being caressed so gently was the only thing keeping you awake; until you feel the familiar sensation of facial hair scratching the sensitive skin of your neck, it being the chops of your boyfriend. "Doll, as beautiful as y' are layin' like this in bed, y' gotta get up," he murmurs against your skin before pressing a few featherlight kisses. You hum, leaning backward and feeling your back press against him, melting into his lazy embrace as he held you from behind. It was only around 11 in the morning on a Saturday, but he was getting antsy. Almost like when Jambo will come loudly meow at you both if his automatic feeder was empty. "Don' wanna move," you groan, eliciting a scoff from him. "Never said y' gotta," he grumbled, making you confused. "Bubba, wh-" He slides his arms to pick you up, one arm hooked under your knees and the other supporting your back as he lifted you up bridal style. He loved carrying you, thinking it was utterly adorable the way your breath hitched, eyes wide as if you never expected him to pick you up. It made your heart flutter as he carried you like you weighed nothing despite your own negative thoughts the always knew just how to dissipate. He gently adjusts you in his arms for a moment before pushing the bathroom door open, kicking it shut behind him before having you sit on top of the closed toilet. "I'm not a baby," you protest with a tired, lopsided grin. His eyes light up a little at the sight of your smile, delighted that he's keeping you happy even in a time like this. "Ehhh, whatever y' say," he quips, a smug grin forming on his face, watching his eyes crinkle for a moment before he turned to turn the shower on, getting the temperature just right. You had instinctively started to stand up after he stepped away from the edge of the shower, lazily leaning your head against the side of his arm. "You didn't have to start a shower for me, y'know," you mumble, honestly feeling a little pathetic with how much you'd been lacking in self-care recently. It was just too much between it all; classes, maintaining social life, assignments and exams that never seemed to end. You thought college would get better over the years, learning to roll with it all, but you only seemed to slip further and further away from being an actual put-together adult. "Started it for us, actually," Schlatt corrected in a playful tone, trying to pull you out of the spiral he knew was bubbling in your mind. You two had showered before, but the proposition still always gave you butterflies. "Oh, um, okay," you stammer, making him shake his head and smile in amusement. "Y' still can't get over how fuckin' hot I am, huh, sweetheart?" he taunts, making your cheeks and ears redden and you huff. "Shut the fuck up," you grumble, making Schlatt bark out a laugh, the two of you shedding your clothes casually. His eyes were glued to you in the process, his gaze full of admiration and longing despite you being about three feet away from him. Can't a guy just be completely enamored by his girl?

The two of you finally get in the shower, Schlatt helping you in first as you let out a pleased groan once the warm water starts to rain down, kissing your skin with a soothing amount of pressure. Schlatt steps in behind you, slowly turning you towards him, guiding you to lean your head back by placing a curled finger under your chin. "Relax, hun. I got'cha," he speaks as his free hand comes up to start running his fingers through your hair, letting the water soak in and further massaging your scalp like he personally was trying to massage the migraine out of you. "I can do it mysel-" you start, bringing a hand up to attempt and grab Schlatt's wrist only to hear him scoff. "Just let me do it, would ya?" he groans, almost sounding needy, like he couldn't bare the thought of not pampering you right now, wanting to see the bliss on your face as he gave you the care you deserved. You finally gave in once he started to lather shampoo into your hair, your eyes fluttering as one of his hands easily could work the product into your hair. The suds were coating your locks and his hand, his other hand was placed on your waist, his grip just hard enough to let you know he wasn't going anywhere. You couldn't help but lean into his body during this. And if you could fall asleep standing, you probably would, the sweet nothings coming from his mouth making your heart swell beyond how it already felt with him caring for you like this, your eyes opening enough to gaze up at the sweet man you had the pleasure of calling your boyfriend. You noticed the way he didn't even catch your gaze, his eyes focused on your hair as he was rinsing the shampoo out and starting to work in conditioner. His hair was flattened, his chocolate curls more evident now that his hair was wet and pressing against his face, chops having water beaded on them, eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration. Being lost in your own world of admiring your boyfriend, he blinks upon realizing your warm gaze, making him smile with a flustered nature to it. "Keep lookin' at me like that and we won't leave this damn shower," he grumbles, trying to act like his heart wasn't melting in his chest right now as he reached for the bottle of specific face wash you had, having tried one of those 'catered to you' brands. "That a threat or a promise, bub?" you quip with a snicker, making him roll his eyes fondly. "You'll find out, won't you?" he played along while softly applying the face cleaner to your skin, using his middle and ring fingers and gently massaging you in circular motions. All you could do was giggle, letting his hands work their magic. After rinsing you off, he finally started to wash your body, taking ample amounts of restraint to keep his touch respectful. He knew you wouldn't mind, it just wasn't the time for it. "You're so perfect," he can't help but mutter, almost like it was supposed to stay to himself as his lips pressed to your shoulder, his proximity making your stomach flip despite the fact he's been holding you in place this whole time. The fog in your brain from finally feeling relaxed made it hard to respond, just leaning further into him, practically using him to keep yourself standing. He doesn't comment on that, just finishing the shower with you and shutting the water off once he was convinced the two of you were done. He grabs your robe that he had custom-made for you and helps you slide it on, pressing a kiss to the top of your head despite your hair dripping wet. "Y'want me to brush your hair for ya, doll?"

A/N: I kinda blacked out writing this

[junrenjun]

Comfortable

omega!joshua x beta!reader (mentioned alpha!seungcheol x omega!jeonghan, implied ot13 x reader)

genre: angst (kinda) with some good ole fluff

wc: 1223

warnings: reader has periods, mentions of blood, a/b/o dynamics

summary: joshua sees y/n having a bad day and finds a way to make her more comfortable.

a/n: Wow I actually wrote again! As suggested, I'm going to make this and "Understand" into a little series, with snippets of this ot13 x reader pack. I'll try my best to cover each member at least once. Anyways this means I need a name for the series so if you have any suggestions feel free to let me know. Also how did so many of you like/reblog Understand without telling me that I wrote ot8 instead of ot13 :/ (I guess that's what I get for writing at 3 AM). Enjoy!

Joshua knew something was wrong when you emerged from your room wearing your own sweatpants. Half of your closet wasn’t even your own clothes at this point. You had to have gone out of your way to put on something that didn’t originally belong to another pack member. Were you fighting with someone? Were the scents too much? Did you not want to be part of the pack anymore? He tried his best to push the negative thoughts to the back of his mind, but to no avail.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as you trudged into the kitchen in silence, stopping halfway through like you forgot what you came for. You didn’t greet him or even acknowledge his presence in the living room. Okay, something is definitely wrong.

Eventually, you remembered your purpose in the kitchen and scampered to the fridge, opening the freezer. After a few moments of shuffling and mumbles of, “where is it,” he heard a sniffle. Then another. Concerned, Joshua turned around, watching in horror as you dropped to the floor and started sobbing. The scent of distress permeated the room and he was quick to scramble to your side. 

He crouched down next to you, reaching out slowly. You lifted your head slightly to look at the man in front of you, before throwing yourself into the omega’s arms. Joshua fell back onto his butt with a small oomph.

He couldn’t care less though, he just wanted to comfort his beta. He hugged you tightly, letting your tears soak into his shirt. After a few minutes, your hiccups started to slow and he felt it was the right time to ask, “what’s got you so worked up?”

You mumbled something into his shoulder. He furrowed his brow trying to understand what you said. “You gotta say it louder honey.”

A beat passed, then you lifted her head and looked away from him. “It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid if it has you crying on the kitchen floor.” He paused for a second, debating his words. “And clearly something has you upset. You’re wearing your own sweatpants instead of that pair of Jun’s that you really like.”

You snorted. Your scent finally cleared a bit and Joshua gave a small smile. “You don’t have to tell me right now, but I want to make sure you’re okay.”

You sighed and looked longingly at the fridge for a second before turning back to the omega with a deadpan expression. “I thought we still had some Ben and Jerry’s ice cream in the freezer but I guess we don’t.”

Oh. Joshua’s smile grew. “That’s it? I thought you, like, didn’t want to be part of the pack anymore or something.” 

An expression of horror crossed your face. “Why on Earth would you think that?”

This time, it was his turn to deadpan. “You came out of your room looking like shit, wearing your own clothes, and then dropped onto the kitchen floor sobbing! Of course I thought something was wrong!”

You rolled your eyes, but Joshua saw the hint of a smile on your lips. He grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers, before softly saying, “the ice cream really doesn’t explain the first half of that though.” 

You laughed for a second before pointing to the calendar on the fridge, where a small red dot was drawn on the top right corner of the box marking today’s date. “I’m on my period Joshie. I don’t want to accidentally get blood on Jun’s pants.” 

Suddenly, Joshua felt really, really stupid. It was all right in front of his face. “Oh.”

His surprised face was enough to make you cackle, and he giggled to himself at you rolling on the floor. This time laughing instead of crying. Joshua doesn’t really know what possessed him to blurt this out so abruptly, but sure enough he asked, “do you want to come sit in my nest with me?” 

It was your turn to be surprised this time. “You want me to sit in your nest with you? Like right now?”

You didn’t think you had ever seen the omega be so shy since you started living with the pack. His cheeks turned red and he looked away from you. “Yeah I mean, if you are okay with it. It really helps me feel better during pre-heat, so I figured it might help you?”

Joshua finally looks back up at you and is relieved to see that you're smiling. You start to stand up, pulling him with you while saying, “okay Joshie lead the way.”

You don’t miss the way his face lights up. He pulls you along to his and Jeonghan’s shared room. He’s grateful to catch the other omega’s scent coming from Seungcheol’s room. He figured he would be there, Jeonghan spends more time there than his own bedroom. And yes, Joshua is selfish enough to want some alone time with you (and maybe have an excuse to have you covered in his scent).

Finally, you both make it to his room. He feels you pause and linger near the door as he begins to rearrange his nest. He knows exactly what you are going to say before the words leave your mouth. “Are you sure you still want me in your nest?”

He deadpans to you for what feels like the millionth time that day and says, “y/n, if I didn’t want you here I wouldn’t have said anything. Now get your butt in my nest before I carry you there myself.”

Slowly, you approach the side of his bed, unsure of how to enter without messing up his hard work. You don’t miss the hoodie that you thought you lost pushed into the corner closest to his pillow. You run your hands across it before Joshua begins to get impatient and finally tackles you into the nest. As you make contact with the bed, his nose accidentally brushes against your neck. He takes a deep breath and inhales as much of your scent as he possibly can. Before he can realize what he’s doing, he’s pushing his nose into your gland and scenting you.

Your body stiffens and he pulls back, realizing his mistake. “Oh my god I’m so sorry y/n. I didn’t mean to scent you without asking first.”

He feels relieved when he notices the happy undertones peeking out in your scent. Your body relaxes underneath him and you grin up at him before saying, “do it again.”

Joshua doesn’t waste a single second, immediately burying his face back in your neck. A contented sigh leaves your mouth, and god, he would do anything to hear that sound for the rest of his life. You don’t leave him much time to dwell on it though, because you’re suddenly pushing him onto the bed and scenting him like your life depends on it.

He can’t help but giggle as your hair tickles his face and neck. “I guess you’re feeling better?”

You nod into his neck before pulling away to look at him and say, “it's still not ice cream but I’ll take it.”

Joshua is one step ahead of you though, he’s got DoorDash pulled up on his phone already and a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Phish Food ice cream in his cart.

[liliewrites]

aaaaa hello there! I'm new to your blog and I gotta say that u got a hottest way to write fics and I NEED to request a such good writer like you :::]

So there's been a fic scenario stuck on my head for when since I've been simping for arlecchino and I'd like to request it now that is 🏳️‍🌈 month: I imagine a school au where fem!reader is in the same class as arle and reader can't get along with her at all! So one day, teacher and classmates was talking about pride month and sexuality, she starts saying about that gay/lesbian/bisexuality(etc) are something ridiculous and that she doesn't agree with it, but it was all a lie as she hid the fact that she was a complete lesbian whose been obsessed with reader for long time😍, and when one day, reader was going somewhere in the highschool, we find arle pleasuring herself in a private place from school thinking about reader(u can decide where, idm) and reader caught her by accident, so she got all embarrassed but instead of pushing reader away, she just pulls reader in the same room as her as she confesses every feeling and well... You know what happens next ;)

Idk if it's too much to ask about adding scissoring, but I'd like that act to happen in the fic 🥺 ofc no forcing tho. Sorry if it's long! This was just my scenario, feel free to modify it as much as you want :) aND again, love ur writing sm 💕

HELLOOO ANONNN:DD THANK YOU FOR REQUESTINGG AND THANK YOU FOR LIKING MY FICS!! IT'S AN HONOR REALLYYY:)) I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND I LIVE UP TO YOUR EXPECTATIONS!! eat well, anonn:D arlecchino will be referred to as peruere here, btw! as i find the name peruere cute and better suited for younger depictions of her:))

-warning/s ; slight homophobia, filthy ass smut, public sex, students (but to keep it safe, they'll be written as college/senior high students in mind.)

-pairing/s ; arlecchino x fem!reader

(men and minor please dni utc)

you didn't mean to eavesdrop, you weren't even sure how you heard their conversation. you were just minding your business, when you heard peruere and another one of your classmates' conversation.

"hey pers, have you heard of that silly little pride month thing?"

".. i have, but i do not wish to engage with it. homosexuality is nothing but a disgusting display of animalistic tendencies."

"sheesh. i gotta agree with you though. them gay people are weird. say you know that.. alhaitham guy? i heard he was.."

you immediately moved away as far as you could to not hear anymore of their conversation. you didn't want to hear anymore of this, it made your stomach churn since you weren't straight yourself. your impression of your two classmates turned a bit more sour. you made a mental note to be more weary of peruere since she seemed to be more negative regarding people like you.

but why was it..

why was it that you found yourself in quite the predicament?

after a few days from that awful conversation you heard that which you desperately tried to rip off of your mind. you were part of the group of students that were tasked to clean the classroom after class, but as pesky as your classmates were, they all slipped through your teacher to skip cleaning duty and you were the only one left. with an irritated sigh, you headed to the bathroom to grab the cleaning supplies from the closet.

"mm.. ngh.."

you immediately froze as soon as you stepped in. surely, your ears were fooling you..? yet you heard it again, a moan. you didn't know whether to be scared or embarrassed. your feet were glued to the ground, you were scared to accidentally disturb the person who was.. well, doing their own business.

"a-ah.. y/n.."

your eyes widened. you knew to whom that voice belonged to. why was she, peruere, moaning your name?

you felt like you were shaking in your own shoes. you felt conflicted as to what to do right now, you knew you had to leave- but you just couldn't run away. you shook your head, no, you had to.

as you turned to leave for the door, you just had to trip over the broom you forgot you were holding in your hands. you fell to your front, a loud thud echoing throughout the bathroom- oh you are definitely dead now.

"who's there??"

you immediately got up and grabbed your stuff, but you heard the last stall's door click open. you fumbled, extremely panicked now as you knew she saw you. ".. oh, it's you."

"you heard me, didn't you?"

your felt your breath get stuck in your throat, but you shook your head. "no, i-i didn't know you were even here, i'm sorry.."

with a click of her tongue, you knew she knew you were lying. she grabbed you by the shoulder, making you face her with a pissed expression on her face. "you're lying." she said with a cold tone, her intense gaze casted upon you in a menacing way. "i-i won't tell anyone, i promise-"

your brain had shut off as she leaned in to kiss you.

her lips pressed against yours, her hand on your shoulder gripping on to you so tightly that you couldn't move away. she leaned back, pushing you against the bathroom sink. "shut up. you're being too loud. other people will hear us." she whispered in your ear as she leaned back in. her hands tightly gripped your hips, lifting you up to sit on the sink. "i'm sorry, sweet thing.. but can you blame me? you're such a pretty little doll." she whispered against your neck, causing chills to run up and down your spine as she leaned in to her lips against your skin again and again. "i-i thought.. you were against same sex relationships, peruere?" you said in between little breaths, gasping everytime she nibbled a little on your skin. you grasped on her shoulders, trying to ground yourself and not get too lost in the midst of her peppering kisses on your neck and collarbone.

"it was all a fluke. i didn't want to let them know that you had me wrapped around your pretty little finger."

she mumbled as she licked on your skin, just under your jaw before biting down, not too hard to actually hurt you but with just enough pressure to make you feel her teeth sink into you. she immediately covered your mouth, muffling your loud gasp. for a moment, you caught an embarrassed look on her face as she leaned back for a moment to catch her breath. "you're.. just too pretty. i like you, but we've never talked. so i always thought i didn't have a chance with you." she confessed, before kissing your cheek. her sudden switch made you see a more endearing side to her, and it just made you want to give in more and more to her.

"oh, but who cares.. you've already caught me. might as well make you mine."

she pulled away, wiping her lips. drool was dripping down her lips. she looked like a starved woman, hungry for you. the sight made you throb with need.

"if you want this, that is." she said as she then pulled away. panicked, you grabbed her wrist, pulling her in to press your lips against hers.

peruere was obviously surprised, but she immediately gave in and kissed back with equal, if not more, fervor. you were leaning back against the mirror, with her in the middle of your thighs as you both relished in the feeling of being pressed against each other. her heart was practically leaping in joy, seeing you want her just as much as she wanted you.

"f.. fuck, you're so pretty, so.."

she looked at you with mesmerized eyes, her hand trailing down from your hips to make it's way to go under your skirt and grip your thighs. for a moment, you forgot you were in public and had leaned in to chase for her lips once again, but she avoided it. confused and left needing for more, you looked at her with pleading eyes. she only chuckled, finding your eagerness so damn adorable.

"not here, sweet thing, we won't have any privacy. fix yourself up, let's head to the classroom. we can lock the door there."

as she separared from you to pick up the cleaning supplies. you couldn't help but pout, but you knew she had a point. so you hopped off the counter and fixed your uniform. you then went over to her, offering to help her with carrying the stuff, but she simply dismissed you with a straight face. "no, it's fine. i'll carry this for you."

you nodded, feeling your heart skip a beat. peruere was such a mystery to you, but it made you want to know more about her.

you both left the bathroom, trying to act as normal as possible- well, at least you were. peruere had a totally calm expression on her face, while you were a silent and flustered mess. as you both walked through the hallways, your homeroom teacher saw the both of you.

"oh! peruere, how nice of you. i'm so glad you volunteered to help. poor y/n here is always left alone to clean. i swear, those little brats deserve to be taught a lesson.."

she sighed, looking at you apologetically. "it's fine. i don't mind helping y/n out.. since she's helping me out too. if you may excuse us, teacher, we'll go ahead now.."

the teacher looked at you both with a sweet smile as she watched you both enter the classroom. "what diligent students, i swear, peruere and y/n are the only two good students i have.."

oh, but your teacher could never have been more wrong.

as soon as the door was shut and locked. peruere immediately pushed you down on a random desk, her hand wrapping around your waist to pull you in as close to her as possible as her lips returned to kissing your skin again, but she was more impatient and rougher this time. "peruere.. you're too.." you breathed out, she was more needy and hungry for you than earlier.

"shh, i'm going to help you.. but you have to help me out too.."

she grasped your hand, bringing it under her skirt. you were startled at her sudden boldness, but you could feel how wet and dripping she was through her underwear. "in fact, you caused this. so it's technically your responsibility.." she grumbled, before popping open the buttons of your shirt with haste. she stared down at your pretty chest, her hands pulling your bra up to let your pretty tits fall out. "p-peruere! this is.." you immediately covered your face, looking away as heat filled your body.

"hush, darling. the door is locked, but they can still hear us if they pass by.."

her lips immediately latched on to your tits, her tongue circling your now erect nipples slowly. with your hand covering your mouth to contain your moans, the other was on the back of her head, your fingers tangled in her hair as you held on to her tighter.

while her mouth was busy sucking your sweet tits, her hands forced your legs to spread even more open in front of her. you bit down on your hand, fighting back the urge to gasp and moan loudly at the sudden feeling of your clit being touched and rubbed by her fingers through your panties.

she pulled away from your tits with a pop, a bit of drool dripping down her chin once again as she grinned at you. "fuck- you're even more wet than me. you're quite literally dripping.."

as if to prove her point, she pulled your skirt down along with your underwear. the exposure to the cold air made your whole body shiver, but you felt even more embarassed to be out and exposed like this at school. "this is.. this is too much, peruere. what if someone sees us?" you asked, trying your hardest to resist the arousal pooling in your lower tummy, but you knew you couldn't fight it anymore.

"just keep your voice down, love. no one will come in.."

she also removed her skirt and underwear, completely leaving herself bare and naked like you. you couldn't help but stare, she looked so.. taunting. you wanted to just stuff your face in there and taste her. you gulped, and peruere noticed you staring at her. "you want to feel my pussy, don't you..?" she asked with a teasing voice. you threw all your known morals and dignity out the window, nodding desperately at her question. "please, peruere.. i can't take it anymore."

fuck. peruere wanted to tease you some more, but hearing you sound say please with that needy tone of yours had completely drived her over the edge.

she pulled you down from the desk, gently laying you down on the cold floor. it wasn't the best place to fuck in right now, but she needed you right here and right now. she carefully positioned herself on top of you, grabbing on to your leg for leverage.

"f-fuck, love.. you feel so good, so warm.."

she groaned as her clit made in contact with yours and no more than a minute, she had pressed herself against you and started moving her hips against you. "peruere, peruere.. it's so wet.." you moaned out, covering your mouth to muffle your moans again. you closed your eyes in pure ecstacy, the sensation of your pussy rubbing against hers and your clits just bumping into each other. it was far too good, you felt like you were losing your mind.

"oh shit, doll... i-i can feel you throb against me.."

both of you were now struggling to contain your noises, so she pulled you up and leaned in to kiss you as she grinded her pussy against yours. both of you had no shame left, not caring whether you were in school or not anymore as you both chased your highs.

"shit- shit, peruere.. i-i'm about to-"

you whined as you pulled away from the kiss to catch your breathe again. both of you were a panting mess, pressing against each other harder and harder. "let go for me, sweet thing. i-i'm about to cum as well.."

you bucked your hips against peruere, both of your movements were losing rhythm and were becoming erratic. the knot in your tummy was tightening, and without another second, everything turned white around you as you almost let out a strangled moan if peruere hadn't pressed her lips against yours.

she immediately wrapped her arms around you, catching you before you'd fall back to the floor and hurt yourself. as you felt yourself clench around nothing, you twitched and shivered in her arms, letting out fucked out whines against her neck. this was the first time you've felt such an intense orgasm where you've completely lost yourself to the pleasure, it almost made you cry. "shh, love. i got you.. i got you." she coaxed you, a bit caught off guard to how sensitive you are, but it was just another cute thing about you.

she then caught your lips in hers this time, but it was sweet and soft this time. it was such a different feeling from the earlier kisses you exchanged with her earlier.. but you liked it. you loved it.

as you finally calmed down in her arms, peruere pressed a kiss to your forehead and took off her blazer to wrap it around you. "go and rest for a little bit, love. i'll go clean us up and then i'll help you with cleaning up, okay?" her tone was more gentle now and it made your heart flutter once again just like earlier. "be rest assured, my love. i'll take good care of you.." she whispered as she pressed another kiss on your cheek, before getting up to grab some tissues from her bag to clean you up. from now on, you started to see peruere in a better light. maybe.. she wasn't so bad after all.

(little bonus hihi)

the next day, everyone was obviously stunned at the sight of you and peruere coming to school with your hands intertwined. ever since she had confessed to you, she refused to leave your side. of course, peruere is peruere. a top student with an apathetic expression on her face most of the time paired with a manner of speaking that may or may not have permanently scarred a few other students for life and to see her latching on to you, holding your hand and blatantly admitting that you were her lover when a few of the bolder students asked? they were baffled. a lot of students were too intimidated by her to say anything.. but you and her were a cute couple. i mean, it wasn't everyday that you got to see peruere smitten and blushing like she had a fever when you had suddenly kissed her on the cheek during lunch break when she handed you the bread you asked for.

[ynbabe]

Fake texts au- pt.15 bffs with the rookies+ "come pick me up I'm scared"

Okay, I was in my feels when I wrote this one, sooo- it's sad as shit 😭, this is a CW, I think?

| Masterlist |

"Well, I didn't ask," You responded to Logan, who kept you company as you walked from your dorm to your university in the UK, he had been struggling with jet lag as he was back home for the two-week break for the Vegas GP.

"Well, why didn't ya?" He called out, you told him to do jumping jacks to help go to sleep, you didn't know how it would help but the thought of him jumping around made you laugh.

"Mate, I've gotta call you back," you looked at the huge crowd of men and women with expensive cameras and microphones in front of her university's gates, "Bruv, there's gotta be a celebrity or someone dead."

"Okay," he said, panting, "I think it worked, imma go sleep," he cut the call.

"Scuse me, imma just pass through, to actually study here," you pushed through the crowd till someone grabbed your book bag and yelled, "IT'S HER- IT'S Y/N L/N."

And then, the chaos started.

The cameras began flashing till you couldn't see, mics shoved in your face making scarps and bruises as people pushed and pulled you, yelling questions in your face.

"How do you know the F1 drivers?" one yelled,

"Are you dating any of them?" came another,

"Is it true you're related to Fernando Alonso?" A woman asked, grabbing your hoodie.

The whirlwind went on for a few more minutes, you tried your best to get out of the storm without saying something that might negatively impact their reputations, but then came those questions.

"How's the cushy life since you've got baby Schumacher's pockets?" you heard someone yell.

You finally found an exit, that's it, just five more feet and you'd be free, you know you could outrun them, "Hey, y/n! Who fucks better?" Some guy called out from behind you.

"Your Mother," you yelled back, throwing a punch at the disgustingly proud-looking, fifty-something-year-old man. Shock rippled through the crowd where laughter had run at the question just a few seconds before.

You used the distraction to run back to your dorm room, only your phone in hand, your bag having been yanked off your back in the mess.

"What the fuck?" You panted as you saw your dormmates outside your room, cash in hand, you pushed them aside and ran in, only to find your laptop and iPad missing, along with the camera Lando had gifted to you, the signed 'inchident' from Max and Charles, the polaroid of you, oscar and Logan camping in when you were teenagers and the 'Build a bear' Arthur had gotten you with him saying an inside joke.

You felt your face warm as anger and tears pricked at you.

You turned around to find the unreadable faces of your dormmates, "Where the fuck is my stuff?" You asked, hoping it was all a joke like you hadn't just lost everything that gave you hope, that gave you happiness.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SHIT-" You yelled, slamming your hand on the room door, making your friends move back, one tried to speak, trying to make excuses, "DON'T CHAT TO ME, FUCK YOU-" you could hear your voice breaking, "fuck you," you did your best not to cry but it was becoming tough to not.

You ran out of the building, and despite their protests, you made your way through back alleys and corridors that only locals would know of, pulling up your hood in case anyone recognised you.

You thought of who you could call, Logan was in America, god you wished Logan was here with you, he wouldn't have let this happen in the first place, you laughed to yourself. Oscar and Arthur weren't around either. Max, Charles and Lando were all in Monaco, and you definitely not going to let Mick, someone you'd known barely for a month see you like this, and he wasn't in the UK.

You wiped your hands down your face, and dialled on your phone, "Alex..." your voice trembled against his cheerful greeting, making him worry, "Can you come pick me up please," you tried not to break down. How did it get to this?

"Yes, give me a few, are you okay? Y/n? Hey-" You cut the call, sending him your location. How were you asking for Alex's help? The same man who'd pat you awkwardly on your head every time he saw you. Someone who'd begun treating you like a little sister, along with Logan, bringing you food from the cafeteria, sneaking in Redbulls. Someone who you'd tease calling your older brother, making him cringe about 'I'm not that much older', so maybe he was the right one to go to.

You saw a car pull up and you knew it was Alex, seeing him through the driver's side window. You got into the car, only phone in hand and the clothes on your back. "Hey, what are-?" Came a protest from George, who was in the passenger seat, but stopped as soon as he saw you sitting in the seat, you really didn't want this to be your first impression.

The car didn't move, like he was waiting for some form of explanation, "You'll see," you whispered, making him sigh and drive.

As he passed the gates of your university, they saw what you had been running from, and both their eyes widened. Alex looked into the back-view mirror at your face and decided not to say anything. George on the other hand, began cursing the crowd, calling some people on his phone.

You couldn't make out what he was saying, too tired and too scared.

"Hey, y/n wake up," Alex moved your arm, startling you awake, you saw you were in a car park and got out the car, following mindlessly, behind George, who was typing his code in. If Alex noticed it, he kept it to himself, but you could tell he was concerned about something.

You followed as they led to the apartment, you sat on the couch, if it were a normal, visit you'd be off the walls about the beautiful place, with floor-to-ceiling windows and plants everywhere, terracotta furniture to match the gloomy blue-grey sky.

"Um, George's place was closer, hope that's okay," Alex spoke, softly like it would spook you. He was right.

"I'll make tea, then," George nodded and walked off.

"M-My phone's dead, I think," you sniffled out.

"Y/n, that's not really-" He began,

"Can I charge it please?" I asked, if I tried to pretend this disaster didn't happen, maybe it would be like it wouldn't have.

He took the phone out of your half-stretched hand, attaching it to a charging cord, a small 'ding' telling you that it was indeed charging.

"Y/n, what happened?" He asked sitting next to you on the sofa.

"They took everything," you began, making him frown, George too, was out of his depth, placing the tray with three mugs of tea, "M-My frie- roommates, sold my laptop and iPad, and all the things I'd gotten from you all." You began, but this time you couldn't hold in the tears that pricked at your eyes.

You cried into the sleeve of your hoodie, curling into yourself on the sofa.

All those memories were lost. You had photos all the way from your childhood on that laptop and now they were gone.

"Oh, um," He went in to hug you and patted your head, making you laugh.

''See! There we go!" He smiled wide, making you laugh more, "Here," he passed you a mug of tea, it had cooled off a little, so you could drink it.

"You punched someone?" Came George's voice, it was the only thing he'd said to you.

You looked sheepishly at your right fist, the knuckles of which had turned a nasty red.

"No worries, I'll go get a first-aid," He said, walking to get it, when he was back he sat you on your other side, "You know," he poured some anti-septic onto a cotton pad, "I think, you handled it quite well, they were some stupid questions," He said as he moved onto your face.

You hissed, "Wait, what?" You asked, "It's already on the net?" You felt another wave of anger and tears.

"Yup," Alex said, moving his phone to you, showing a reel on Instagram, where the man was asking you that question, edited with the 'your mom' sound and a 'thwack' when the punch landed, ending with an edit of you in cat ears and a high-pitched fast-paced song.

"What... the fuck?" You didn't know where to laugh or cry.

"Mate, why the edits?" George asked scoffing.

"Wait, check Twitter," You suggested suddenly seeing the hilarity of the situation, "ARE FUCKING KIDDING ME?" You yelled, gulping the last of your tea, "YOUR MOTHER IS TRENDING??" it wasn't on top of the trending list but it was there.

"Y/n... I think you're going to love this," George showed something on his phone, they'd turned your voice into an audio, and there were already hundreds of videos being made on it on TikTok.

"Fuck my life."

.xX A few hours later Xx.

George had given one of his flannels, noticing how dirty your hoodie had gotten.

The three of you ordered takeout and watched The Walking Dead all afternoon, he genuinely reminded you of a posh London Mother.

In the middle of season 2, George got a call, "Hello-" He began but was cut off almost immediately and you could hear the man on the phone's voice till out.

"WHERE IS SHE?" Another voice yelled, "IS SHE OKAY??" All the sudden noise made George flinch and pull the phone away from him.

He quickly passed the phone off to you, and you were bombarded by three heavily accented Monganesque accents, "Hi, guys it's me," You responded making the call go silent for a second and then they all began screaming again, loudest was Arthur, then came Charlie's voice. Lastly, It was Lorenzo who got both the others to keep quiet.

You used the peaceful moment to excuse yourself to another room.

"Are you okay, y/n?" He asked and you replied with a small yes, he hummed and passed the phone.

"Y/n, oh my god, I saw the posts," Charles began, "Those people were stupid to attack you like that," He comforted you.

"Thank you, Charlie," You said, a small smile on your face.

You waited as words were exchanged in French and you heard footsteps on the other end of the line.

"I'm sorry Y/n, that should have never happened, it is all because of us," his voice rang sad.

"It's okay, Arthur, we'll talk about this when we're together okay?" You responded, and he kept apologising as he cut the call.

Next came Logan's call, just as you were about to call him, "What the fuck is wrong with people?" He questioned, his tone angry, "You could have gotten hurt. Like seriously hurt. This is bullshit." He yelled, but then his voice softened, "You aren't hurt are you?"

"No, not much, I've got a few bruises and cuts but all mint other than that." He hummed as you spoke, and began asking you other questions and you told him about what your roommates had done, you could hear that he was livid but kept trying to be calm for you.

And when Oscar called, that's when it finally hit you again, that feeling of losing everything that you held dear, "Y/n, please don't cry," came his voice from the other end, "Please don't cry while I'm away cause then I can't do anything about it," his voice broke.

"They took all our stuff, Osc, all the way from the first time we met to the last time we got McDonald's together, everything," you sniffled and you could hear the frown in his voice.

"I'm sure we can get it back, don't worry y/n, we'll figure it out, ya know, we've all got your back, speaking of which, you'd better call Max right away, he's with Lando, his bombarding my phone as we speak," He complained, returning some normalcy to your situation.

You cut the call and called Max, and it was Lando who spoke first, cursing at the media and complementing your punch and quick response and then Max took over.

"Firstly, are you okay?" He asked, making you say yes, "Secondly, I've got a lawyer ready, tell me and we'll fight this. We can find a way to get your stuff back." you didn't know what to say.

"Yes, yes, please," you spoke for a little longer before you had to excuse yourself. You had to call someone, someone you know who was going to be livid.

"Hiiiiii," You spoke into the phone, awaiting a response.

"Y/n, how are you, kiddo?" Your uncle's voice rang out. He had been taking care of you ever since you were a teenager, not that you needed much, a place to stay and school.

"I'm fine, it was bound to happen one day," you exhaled at the unfairness of it all.

"I know, I heard what your bastardas friends did," and you could hear the anger in his voice, "Names, and I will get it sorted," He asked making you giggle, he'd always been like this ever since you had showed up on his doorstep.

You told him not to do anything rash but that Max had gotten you a lawyer, he seemed proud of Max for that.

You told him you had to leave since it wasn't your phone you'd been using.

You walked inside, apologising for hogging the phone but George just waved his hand, too invested in whatever episode that was playing. He'd gotten out a bottle of wine (Of course he had,) and he and Alex were busy deep-diving into the show's lore.

He'd kept you a glass, which you gladly accepted.

As the day progressed, you took your leave, but not before George offering you the guest room, saying Alex would take the sofa, which made the other man kick the taller blonde, as you took your leave, having booked an Uber and hotel room for the week, you could still hear them play fighting.

As you were in the car, Mick called you, and you were surprised he had.

"Hey, Y/n! How are you?" He asked,

"Good, you?" You were good at pretending everything was okay, you got an A+ in coping mechanisms class in school!

"Can't be worse than, you know, punching someone," he laughed, you had realised, that the both of you had a sense of humour that really just clicked.

"Oh mate, that was the good part!" You made sure that your payment had gone through with the Uber driver and walked into the hotel. They already had your room ready (courtesy of George, you were sure,) and you only needed to show an ID to be led in, without any other questions.

"Yeah... I saw all the clips on Instagram," He sighed.

"It was kind of crazy, I can't even imagine how it must be for you guys!" You put the phone on speaker and looked through the room service options.

You were going to have lunch in your dorm's cafeteria but that loan had kind of fallen apart, and anyways tea and wine wasn't nearly enough to make you forget the shit show that happened today.

"Mate you won't believe what else happened," You told him about the laptop.

"What the fuck,"

"RIGHT- anyways, I hope they don't get into my drive 'cause I have some in there that is not for public eyes, like imagine they saw the video of your horrible Ghostface impression?" You laughed at him, making him remember the party.

"Oh, Please, it was amazing, I scared you!" He yelled,

"And then you shrieked when Logan did the same to you,"

"Well yes, but he was dressed as Anakin, y/n! I'm not competing with that!" He gasped, shivering at how the hair on his neck raised when Logan did the voice.

"Oh mate please, but that's not even the worst of it, I've got a video of Max and Charles, slow dancing, and literally everything Lando and Carlos do is incriminating."

"That is true, I didn't see them for half of the party," he insinuated.

"Well, you and Arthur were pretty busy seeing who could down more shots," You snickered.

"Well, it wouldn't have become that big if Oscar didn't egg us on!" He complained as he had for days after the party but all he got from Oscar was a smug smirk, with an evil look in his eyes whenever he did something like that.

You spoke till room service came in and then excused yourself to drown in pasta and Netflix.

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[mayflora-18]

Incorrect CoD Quotes #10

Sherlock: Sarge, I am way too sleep-deprived to deal with your negativity right now.

Gaz: -_-

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Soap: We gotta get to the hospital and we gotta get there fast.

Ghost: Then, I should drive.

Soap: Why you?

Ghost: I've got nothing to live for and I drive like it.

Soap: Okay, let's do it.

[Later]

Ghost and Soap in the car: AAAAAAHHHH!!!

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Sherlock: What if…

*Sherlock frowns in concentration*

Roach: Ooh, Sherlock's wheels are turning. Your brain baby is crowning.

Gaz:: Roach, please, that's disgusting.

Sherlock: No, it's helping, I am having a brain baby.

Gaz: Then push, babe, push.

Roach: *lets out deep breaths* Breathe.

Gaz: You can do this, you are so strong.

Sherlock: I got it!

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Price: Quick, you're losing a lot of blood! What's your type?

Nikolai: Smart, brunette, British, you-

Price: Your blood type, Nik.

Nikolai: Oh! Red.

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Nikolai: Sherlock is taking the day off so I'm gonna light something on fire.

Laswell: ...Why?

Nikolai: She's like 80% of my impulse control.

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Price: Naw, bitch. I'm not being petty.

Gaz: You just said, "naw, bitch."

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Roach: Okay, here are the ground rules: you can punch me, kick me, pull my hair. I am a-okay being stabbed. Biting and scratching are ON the table. You CAN use fire.

Soap: 😰 These are the ground rules? Is there anything off limits?

Sherlock and Gaz: 🤨🤨

Roach: Damn, man. You got something really sick you wanna do, huh?

Soap: What- Uh-

Roach: Oh, you little pervert. Alright, I like it. Don’t tell me. Surprise me. Ooh, this is gonna be fun!

Ghost: 🤦‍♂️

———

Sherlock: Did you just eat all of the powdered donuts?

Nikolai: …No.

Sherlock: Дядя, I can see the powder on your pants.

Nikolai, brushing off his pants: That’s cocaine.

(Дядя = Uncle in Russian)

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*Sherlock’s phone rings*

Sherlock: Sherlock’s authentic stolen military police badges. How can I help?

Gaz: Hey, it’s Garrick.

Sherlock: Oh, hey Kyle.

Gaz: Hey, do you carry a hairdryer in your purse?

Sherlock: Of course, I’m not an animal.

Gaz, on the other end: Told you! You owe me 20!

Farah: …

———

*Graves escapes from the 141*

Price: This isn’t over! I will hunt you to the ends of the Earth!

Graves: I love you, too! 😘

———

Ghost: All right, you’re clearly not listening to me. I can say whatever I want.

Price, paying attention to something else: Tell me about it.

Ghost: I murdered Johnny this weekend.

Price: I feel you.

Ghost: Now that I have the taste for blood, I can’t stop murdering.

Price: Been there.

———

Gaz: Well, remember when you told me not to burn down the base?

Price: You burned down the base?

Gaz: No! I had the fire put out immediately. This is a success story.

Price: …

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Alejandro: I need some 141 drama, stat!

Ghost: I don’t think we’re that dramatic.

Alejandro: We’ve been gone for one week. Gaz and Sherlock are dating, and they’ve killed a person.

———

Sherlock: This is where we came the night that I won our bet and you fell in love with me.

Gaz: Sherlock.

Sherlock: The night that you flirted with me for 20 seconds and I became obsessed with you forever.

———

*preparing to infiltrate on a mission with Ghost zip lining through a window*

Soap, over the comms: Is the equipment secure?

Ghost: Check.

Soap: Weapon loaded?

Ghost: Check.

Soap: Did you have breakfast?

Ghost: What? That’s not on the checklist!

Soap: I added it because I care about you.

Ghost: No, I did not have breakfast.

Soap: Unacceptable! Look in your pocket.

*Ghost fumbles through his pockets until he finds a granola bar and unwraps it*

Ghost: Hey, there’s little chocolate chips in this.

Soap: Yeah, I’m not an idiot, I know how to trick my best friend into eating his fiber.

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I’m posting again! 🥳 Still working on the other fact drop, but I will post it ASAP. On a different note…

🎵Tomorrow, tomorrow! I’m 21, tomorrow! It’s only a day away!!! 🎵

[sethsclearwater]

Could you do a Paul x reader where reader has recently had a baby and feels uncomfortable in her body so he shows how much he loves her in front of a mirror please?

🫶

he'd be so gentle🥺

...

you frowned when you saw your reflection in the mirror, running your hands over your swollen belly as you turned from side to side to get a better look at yourself. you'd just given birth to your's and paul's baby a week prior and were over the moon you finally got to see your baby but you weren't as happy with the fact that your belly still remained super swollen.

you hadn't really had much time to pay attention to it seeing as you and paul were always up with the baby or trying to catch up on sleep, but today your baby had decided she wanted to sleep for an unusually long amount of time so you finally had some time to yourself.

you'd just gotten out of the shower when you caught your reflection in the mirror, only having a few moments to take in your figure before your imprinter came in, "hey princess," paul cooed as he saw you, smiling as he took in your figure.

you hadn't had much time to get dressed yet so you only had on your nursing bra and panties with some massive pad on them to help with the seemingly never-ending bleeding.

"'s wrong?" he asked softly when you didn't respond to him, stepping over to you so he could gently wrap his arms around you from behind and resting his chin atop your head as he watched your expression in the mirror.

you frowned, looking up at him through the mirror, "jus' don't know why i'm still so swollen," you murmured, sliding your hands over your belly.

"princess," paul murmured with a breathy laugh, "you just had our baby a week ago," he cooed, lifting his chin so he could press a soft kiss to the crown of your head before continuing, "'s totally normal to be swollen for a while, your body needs time to heal," he reassured, sliding his hands to rest on top of yours, offering your hands a gentle squeeze as he waited for you to respond to him.

you weren't totally sure what came over you but something about your insecurities, combined with paul's reassurance, topped off with all your post-partum hormones had your bottom lip warbling as your eyes filled with tears.

"oh princess," paul murmured when he saw your expression change, sliding his hands down to your hips so he could gently spin you around in his arms and hold you close to him. you buried your face in his chest, wrapping your arms around him tightly as you cried it out for a few minutes.

paul just gently ran his hands up and down your back, murmuring quiet reassurances to you while he allowed you to release all those negative emotions from your system.

"you know," paul murmured after a few minutes, pressing his lips to the crown of your head for a soft kiss before continuing, "you shouldn't be so hard on yourself princess," he continued, "you carried our baby in you for 9 months, dealt with some crazy long labor to push her out, and have been doing an amazing job feeding her and taking care of her all the time," he added, gently rocking you from side to side as you sniffled and worked at calming yourself down while you processed his words.

"you've gotta give yourself a little time," he reassured, "it'll go down eventually but i want you to know i think you look great," he cooed, pressing a series of soft kisses to your hair while he waited for you to respond.

you sniffled, lifting your head from his chest after a moment to brush away the stray tears from your cheeks as you looked up at him, "you promise?" you asked softly, nervously biting at your lower lip.

paul let out a breathy laugh, nodding, "promise," he reassured, sliding one hand up your side to gently cup your jaw in his hand, "you're doing amazing princess," he reassured, "and you look great doing it," he added teasingly, eliciting a soft giggle from you as you leaned into his touch.

he smiled, rubbing gentle circles against your cheek, "why don't we get a movie on or something? i can heat up that dinner emily brought over and you can get some rest, yea?" he suggested, his gaze softening when you smiled and nodded.

you didn't know what you did to end up with someone as thoughtful and kind as paul, always loving how reassuring he was with you especially during times like these. what you also didn't know though, was how paul felt the exact same way about you.

[ariiloveskeanu]

I just read your Vincent de gramont head canons and I thought they were really wholesome!!! If you have the time (no pressure, lol) could you do a one shot where the reader accidentally walks in on Vincent while working (perhaps while he kills someone) and now he’s gotta console the reader

marquis vincent de gramont oneshot !

warnings: mentions of death, very brief mention of throwing up, mentions of blood, vague mention of nightmares

this is probably so bad so im genuinely sorry in advance :(( i tried using french pet names so if any of them are translated wrong pls let me know! i'm almost 100% sure i'm using the gender neutral versions but i apologize if they're not, though this is completely gender neutral! i've definitely written better than this and i'm sorry if the writing is kinda icky, it's 12 am where i love so im extremely tired :c i'm also very sorry to the ppl who have been requesting, i'm trying to make each one as good as i can without throwing out random words!! i lowk enjoyed writing this so i hope you like it and thank you for requesting!!

[Name] felt as if they owed vincent. They felt as if they owed him for all the kind things he's done for them during their transition back to normal life. They knew how hard he worked for them, how many things he's had to sacrifice to get them where they were. [Name] fixed him his favorites on a platter, taking their time and putting their care into it. [Name] knows he could easily have someone bring stuff to him as he pleases but, they missed him too much to miss the opportunity.

It was hard leaving their old life behind. It does things to you, being so desensitized to hurt and pain. It took them a while to acknowledge that. Years of nightmares plaguing their dreams of a better life are far behind them now. Vincent always made jokes about it, how they went from a cold hearted contract killer to his fiancé in a matter of 4 years. It was beautiful to them.

The sound of slippers pattering against the floor rung throughout the hallway, the only sound [Name] could make out as they approached his office. [Name] took a deep breath, shaking their head to rid themselves of their negative thoughts and the growing pit in their stomach. The feeling was far to familiar to go unnoticed.

One knock, then two, then three, that turned into four. Usually, he would call out and let them in. The silence was deafening and it was the sound of ringing ricocheting off their skull that brought [Name] back to reality. They hissed, feeling the sudden migraine. They balanced the tray in one hand, the other moving to push open the door.

The sound of glasses shattering rang through the large office as the heads of his guardsmen snapped towards the source.

There was blood everywhere. The metallic smell overwhelming their senses and nearly pushing up their breakfast.

"V-Vincent?" [Name]'s voice strained as they looked at the scene in front of them. Multiple bodies with multiple bullet wounds laying dead on the marbled floor, and their dear husband wielding the gun.

What were they supposed to think? It's not like it was anything they weren't used to, but life in the lap of luxury was almost too good of an opportunity for them to ruin by staying in the same old violent habits they had before.

"Now, now, no need to be so dramatic," Vincent said in a gentle yet seemingly dismissive tone, uncanny in comparison to the violent scene that lays in front of him.

It had been so long since they last saw something like this, so long since they last saw him do something like this. [Name] understands it's part of the job, they really do, and they thought they had been okay with that. But seeing the lifelessness in their eyes, the blood on Vincent's hands, and knowing that he had just taken lives was very different than imagining it and forcing themselves to forget about it. It all came rushing back to them, and the years of trauma and guilt they felt just for being a part of this violent lifestyle hit [Name] all at once.

"What did you do?!" [Name] says, their voice hoarse yet lowered as to not push him further. They step further into the room, looking around and letting their glassy eyes fall on the man they loved.

"I didn't mean to cause you any distress. We're just carrying out a business transaction. The client pays, we provide a service." [Name] nods shakily, watching as his bodyguards exited the room to give them privacy.

"I know, Vincent." They say, looking up at him the sound of his thick french accent. [Name] sniffles and wipes the few tears off of their face. [Name] ignored everything past his first sentence, inevitably yearning for his comfort.

They step over the bodies, walking over to him as he stood behind his desk. They wrap their arms around him, their head resting on his chest as he rubbed their back.

As flawed as they both were, [Name] knew that it wasn't worth getting upset over. As much as they tried to bury those memories, as much as they tried to forget that part of their life, [Name] knew it was doing more harm than good to just push it down instead of accepting it and moving on. He taught them that. Through their many breakdowns and slip ups, he would always be there.

"I know you're frightened, seeing me like this. I understand it. Let me assure you, mon chéri, I had no choice but to do what I did. I tried to reason with them, to avoid bloodshed, but they would not listen. Please know, mon amour, I would never hurt you."

[Name] rubbed his back aswell, nodding their head as they took a step back and wrapped their arms around his neck.

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, mon cher. I chose to leave that behind, I don't get to make that choice for you." They reassured, feeling slightly guilty for making a 'big deal' over something that seemed so unimportant in their point of view.

"Don't feel guilty, love. You can't help what you feel, can you? It's what makes you, you." Vincent says, his previously cold demeanor softening as he rests his hands on their waist. He leans in to press a warm kiss on their lips. "I wouldn't want you any different, mon amour, truly."

[bonobonoyaatheart]

Bottling up- Lee Minho

Summary: Acting cool and tough makes Minho bottle up his feelings. One day everything becomes too much, pushing him into a panic attack.

Genre: Angst, hurt-comfort

Pairing: Idol Minho x gn Reader

Trigger warning: Description of panic attack. Do not read if you feel uncomfortable with such topics.

Word count: 1398

Minho had this way of strutting around, acting all confident and throwing out sassy remarks like they were confetti. But beyond that outer shell of his, you saw something more, something softer and real.

"Minho, seriously, you're such a show-off," you playfully jabbed, rolling your eyes.

He shot back a grin, "Hey, if I've got it, might as well flaunt it, right?"

Being the main dancer in Stray kids wasn't just about the dance moves. He was like the glue that held the group together, always there to catch the others when they stumbled emotionally. He had this knack for making sure everyone was okay, and it earned him the title of the "mom" of the gang. But now, with a comeback on the horizon, he was bearing a weight he kept hidden from view.

"Felix, you got it right. Minho's like our safety net," you chimed in, nodding.

Minho brushed it off with a shrug, "Well, someone's gotta keep these guys from crashing, right?"

The pressure of making the comeback a hit was getting to him, yet he masked it with his usual bravado. He didn't want to add his concerns to the plate of his younger pals. He'd been their strong anchor for so long, and he kept that role going even when he was crumbling inside.

"Hey, Minho, are those nerves I see about the comeback?" you asked when you finally caught him alone.

He hesitated, eyes shifting. "Nah, just want us to bring our A-game, you know?"

His role as the group's "mom" meant he soaked up the stress of the others like a sponge. He was the guy they leaned on, even if it meant he had to suppress his own feelings. And there you were, far away, unable to be there for him in person. But even from a distance, you could feel his struggles like a distant thunderstorm.

Your phone buzzed one day, and it was Chan on the line. His voice carried a mix of worry and relief as he talked about Minho's charade of strength while he was barely holding it together.

"Y/N, I'm really glad you picked up," Chan said, his voice a mix of tension and concern. "Minho's putting up a front, but he's really struggling. I don't want him to bear this alone."

You assured Chan that you'd be there for Minho. You changed your plans and decided to head back sooner than expected, all for the sake of being there for him. As you boarded the plane, you couldn't help but think about Minho's fake smiles and snarky comments that hid his stress.

"Chan, don't worry. I've got Minho's back," you affirmed, determination clear in your tone.

The closer the plane got to its destination, the more your heart raced. You knew he needed you, and you were ready to be his anchor through this storm. The plane touched down, and as you stepped off, a surge of determination mixed with worry washed over you – you were there for Minho, no matter what.

"Jeongin! Can't you get this? This is such a simple move! You guys are messing up this choreography!" Minho gripped his hair in frustration. He had been overly hard on the members today, as if he were channeling his stress onto them.

Hyunjin stepped in, placing a hand on Minho's shoulder. "Hyung, they are doing really good. Not everyone can be 'Lee Know the dance genius'. You're expecting too much; everyone has their limits." Minho sighed, "Let's move on to the next part."

Hours had passed, and the choreography was almost perfect and satisfactory for everyone, but Minho couldn't shake off his concern about the 'almost'. He kept practicing until he was certain it was the best.

The pent-up stress, pressure, and negative emotions were taking a toll on him. His limbs were shaky, and he struggled to execute the dance correctly. He found himself making more mistakes than before, which only added to his frustration. Bangchan had been observing this all along.

"Hey, I think you should rest a little. Take a break, or you'll make even more mistakes," Bangchan stopped Minho. Minho closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Suddenly, he felt an urge to keep his eyes shut. His mind went blank, and he struggled to catch his breath. Bangchan held him tightly in his arms, his own heart racing with internal panic.

Changbin rushed to Chan's side. Holding Minho from other side, while Bangchan tried to make Minho breathe. Within a few seconds, everyone had gathered. They guided him to the couch. Chan turned Minho's face toward him. "Minho, can you hear me? You need to breathe. Open your eyes and look at me." No response. Minho clenched his eyes shut, burying his face in his knees.

His breaths were shallow. "Open your eyes; let us help you, hyung. Please breathe..." Felix's voice carried more worry than ever. "Isn't y/n returning today? Should I make a call?" "Yes, she should be landing around this time," Hyunjin replied. Seungmin wasted no more time and dialed your number

"Hyung, I'm genuinely sorry if I talked too much earlier. I'm sorry if it hurt you," Hyunjin apologized, his guilt for snapping earlier evident in his voice. 'Hyung… at least look up,' horror and pain tinged Jisung's words. Jeongin brought water, but it was nearly impossible for Minho to take even a single sip. Jeongin held Minho's hands, tracing his thumb over his palms as an attempt to help him.

'Y/n! We need you here so badly. Minho has been under a lot of stress, and now he's having a panic attack. He won't let any of us in. He's built his walls too rigidly. Please come here.' Seungmin's plea was urgent. 'I'll be there in a few minutes,' you replied before hanging up and accelerating your drive.

"Finally! Y/n will be here in a few minutes," Seungmin announced. However, Minho's condition hadn't improved. He seemed on the verge of tears, yet he wasn't allowing himself to break down.

Several minutes passed, with everyone doing their best to break through the walls Minho had erected around himself. Then, you arrived at the practice room door. "Gosh, you're here!" Felix breathed a sigh of relief.

You hurried to Minho's side, gently wrapping your arms around him, and motioned for the members to leave. This time, it was just you and him.

You cradled him and whispered in his ear, "It's okay, baby. I've got you. Just breathe. I'm going to be right here." He opened his eyes and looked at you. You could swear you had never seen him more miserable than this. "Breathe, baby. Breathe with me." He inhaled shakily as you cupped his cheeks, caressing his jaw with your thumb. "I... I'm sorry," he mumbled, still trembling.

You pressed your lips to his forehead. "It's okay, baby. You don't have to apologize." You held him close to your chest. "It's okay to cry." His glassy eyes locked with yours for a moment, and then he buried his face in your chest. He sobbed and cried, his tears dampening your shirt.

He clutched your shirt tightly and pulled you closer, as though you were his sole anchor. Minho's every sob and shaky breath tore at your heart. It was evident that he had been grappling with his suffering for far too long, keeping it all bottled up. He pressed his face into your chest, his sobs a soft lament.

Suddenly, he withdrew slightly, his gaze shifting to your shirt, now messy and damp from his tears and runny nose. Fear clouded his eyes, and his breaths remained shallow, a lingering aftermath of the panic he'd felt.

Your heart ached at the sight before you. His eyes were red and swollen, a testament to the everything he had endured. "It's okay, honey. This is nothing. Don't worry," you reassured him, drawing him into a warm embrace. Gradually, his breathing found a steadier rhythm as he rested in your arms. You let him linger there, providing the solace he needed.

Minho's eyelids fluttered open. He stared at you, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Are you feeling better now?" You asked him softly. He nodded. "I don't know what I would do without you," he mumbled. "You don't even need to imagine that, baby. I'm here every time you need someone to lean on. You will always have me."

The members watched the two of you from the doorway, glad that Minho had found comfort in your presence.

A/N: Reblog and share if you like, and let me know what you think about this!

[ateez-himari]

[Archive] 'Tunnel' by Mingi - The Story

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"It was tough for me to see a single letter so I sent it all away, I guess I can't get used to being left alone..."

It had been weeks since every single one of their interactions was inevitably cut short by the man's cold responses, the widening void in their friendship slowly tearing at the young woman's already fragile heart. To the audience it was undoubtedly a result of dating rumors circulating through social platforms yet she knew better than to fall under this belief, than to dumb down her friend's suddenly dismissive behavior to not wishing to be mistaken for her romantic interest.

'Mingi can I come in...' She asked sheepishly, a trembling hand giving her bandmate's door a light knock. 'We need to t-'

Without giving the anxiety riddled maknae a chance to explain the reason behind such a sudden intrusion the door swung open to reveal the man's annoyed expression, silently motioning for her to come in with a singular nod of his head. They had spent around two years building a close connection to one another yet now she stood awkwardly in front of his bed where he took a seat, fidgeting with the edges of a sweater he had let her borrow and was now long forgotten.

'So what do you want ?' He asked plainly, looking off to the side of the room. 'Can you make this quick...I was planning on going out soon.'

'Why have you been acting like a complete asshole lately ?' She blurted out, the honesty behind her question taking both parties aback. 'I mean...all of a sudden you just start ignoring me, not even talking to me unless you really have to...did I do something ?'

From sunrise to sunset, this moment... Why is my heart so void ?

With a clench of his jaw the man ran a ringed hand across his pursed lips, a heavy silence settling across the room whilst he looked for a way to phrase his answer though still not making an effort to meet her saddened eyes. The young woman however did not seem to have the same control over the emotions screaming inside her mind, all competing for dominance over one another, as she kept blinking to keep warm tears at bay.

'You're just too clingy.' Mingi finally spoke up. 'This is exactly why people start dating rumors...because you can't seem to stay away from me for a single second. I mean come on there's seven other members, can't you go bother one of them ?'

Everything I said was a lie... Everything right at this moment.

Deep down he wished to take the group's youngest into his arms, beg for her forgiveness regarding all the times he had made that beautiful smile falter, yet pushing her away seemed to be the only way to protect them both. Despite acting like he held not a singular regard towards how she felt, he could tell that the influx of negativity was slowly wearing her down and he could not let rumors about their alleged relationship contribute to this weight - no matter how much he wished for them to be true.

I gotta get outta fucking love...

'I just...' Too choked up to form more than a few words, Himari simply lowered her head. 'I'm sorry, this is my fault.'

The man's resolve was rapidly growing thin, the more rational parts of his conscience pleading for him to just explain everything, fully aware that she would understand, yet his tongue seemed to find harsher words by the moment. It had been months now since the realization that it was no longer simply friendship but love that he felt for the vocalist dawned on him, months since he had promised himself to do whatever was necessary to never let his heart feel this way.

'I knew adding a girl to this group was a mistake.' He spat out, a lump forming in his throat. 'If you got nothing else to say then get out, my hiatus is soon and I have to pack.'

I let you go like nothing happened... But then at the end of it all a piece of you still lingers.

Not willing to let tears fall in front of him no matter how deeply every single one of his coldly spoken statements cut, the young woman hurried out of the room and into the one she shared with the two oldest members. Within a moment of shutting the door her body slid down against the wooden surface, knees curling up to her chest as poorly silenced sobs echoed through the empty dorm.

Now left completely alone with the guilt of what he had just done, the rapper angrily hurled a nearby book at the wall as tears of his own stained the hand he had brought over his face. Everything aspect of his head was in complete disarray and nothing made sense anymore, not the reason behind his rash decisions, not the harshness of his words, not even his feelings towards someone he had sworn to their manager would never be anything more than a bandmate.

It will be empty, hopefully Then it will be filled again, even if it hurts. I'll eventually have to face reality I'm sure that it was just a dream deep inside my heart.

Himari would never find out that most of his hiatus was filled with days drowned in alcohol to forget everything that had taken place between them, to forget how much he wished to kiss her delicate lips and apologize a hundred times over.

Mingi would never be told the amount of days during which she had been woken up by anxiety induced nightmares believing that his mental struggles were her own fault, nor would anyone dare to mention the psychological diagnosis sitting on her desk where 'major depressive episode' was permanently engraved in ink.

At first the rapper's phone would light up with messages from the maknae every few days about the smallest things, though the fear of saying something stupidly hurtful stopped him from ever replying. In the midst of the hiatus' timeline however her name no longer appeared at the top of his screen in the morning and neither were aware of how often the other's finger hovered over their contact.

A/N: Please note that this in no way depicts the real reasons behind Mingi's hiatus (or his personality) nor is it the song's true meaning! It is simply a work of fiction and should be read as such. Thank you! ♡

[olderthannetfic]

Anon from 722398181104795649 again about YA as a G-D and it's failure(s). Your response is really interesting because it definitely aligns with the market research I've had to do over the last 3-ish months for work. Adult YA readers want YA to skew older superficially as escapism from the woes of adulthood (It's like someone who orders a pasta with broccoli in it because they appreciate the flavor it brings, but they have no interest in actually eating their vegetables). Teenagers feel alienated by the G-D that is meant for them no longer allows them to confront said woes with honesty or maturity for their age to prepare them for adulthood or discussing broader ideas. More teenagers skip over YA altogether or just reader adult genre fiction with some Middle Grade fiction mixed in because the teenagers feel in MG, there's still an honesty to the stories that they can understand, having once been young children. In short: teenagers think YA books are talking down to or patronizing them.

The result is YA authors pushing for NA, New Adult, as a G-D, which hasn't taken off within tradpub outside of romance circles. Mostly, because what they're pushing for is already an established genre for around a century: campus novels--books about characters 18+ who are entering college, establishing independence, beginning to explore sexuality and enter the workforce, etc. But, again, YA adult readers refuse to engage with adult genre fiction because there isn't the facade of protection from adult themes or topics, and there's an aggressive refusal among many agents in literary fiction (and some adult genre fiction) to encourage authors to sanitize their stories. YA authors began attempting to cross over into adult genre fiction with mixed, but overwhelmingly negative, results, as they cannot shake the stigma of writing YA. And the genre fiction crowds they want to appeal to have higher standards, typically, than the average YA writer is able to meet. YA authors then complain about the differences in publishing YA and genre adult fiction. It's like when MCU actors and directors get upset when prestige film directors don't consider MCU movies to be "cinema."

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This is fascinating.

I pretty much missed the YA boom (slightly too old, not paying attention, etc.), so I've mostly encountered YA through its worst evangelists of the Hunger Games knockoff era, and often a good bit after their favorite books were at their height.

As I've said before, this really strikes me as that pattern where something is big when you're at a formative age, and it becomes the Normal Default to you.

I'm sure some of it is refusal to engage with adult nuance, but I'll bet a lot of it is resistance to leaving the name of YA behind. People spent so much time defending this niche that they started believing their own rhetoric about it being the only place the good queer stuff was or the feminist stuff was or whatever. They identified really strongly as A YA Fan. It's hard to let that go.

And if you don't remember much about pre-YA boom publishing, the fact that all that YA-tastic Mercedes Lackey stuff was filed under fantasy, not YA is completely obscure. The places you find stuff you'd like that aren't called "YA" are not obvious. The fact that YA in its boom era form isn't universal and eternal is not obvious.

I think people are waiting for their Cool Era of their early 20s to return and for the things they think should always be in fashion to come back... Like everyone else aging ungracefully, they may be waiting a while.

Gotta say, every New Adult book I've been shown sounds like a hideously boring contemporary romance that would probably make a good coffee shop AU against a backdrop of a canon that's dark or magical but that isn't really pulling its weight even if you like contemporaries.

[nymrs]

i told you so part 2?🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

I TOLD YOU SO [II] | NJ, KM

Summary: Kylian kind of messing up your birthday party, Neymar confronting him afterwards

Genre: fluff (Neymar), a small amount of angst (Kylian)

Pairings: reader x fuckboy Kylian, reader x big brother Neymar

It was your birthday, the night of the party you wished Kylian would attend. Ever since he told you about his date, you haven’t even talked to each other. He messaged you a few times, asking you to come over, but didn’t seem to care when you left him on read without giving him an answer. Even though you missed him, you felt good putting yourself first.

The party went better than you thought, you were able to distract yourself from any negative thoughts and appreciated having your favourite people around. "Where’s Kylian?", one of your friends asked after following you into the kitchen. Taking a cold bottle of water out of the fridge, you shortly froze at the mention of his name. Turning around to face her, you attempted to play it cool, "He’s not coming." She furrowed her brows at you. "Why not? I thought you were so close." Your eyes rolled at her question, though you tried to hide your downcast expression. "I didn’t invite him", you coldly responded and rushed over her. "I feel like there’s something you haven’t told me yet", she insisted. You took a deep breath, "Can we talk about this later? I don’t want to discuss this out on my birthday." She understandingly nodded, "Sorry." Through the light pain you felt, you smiled at her and tilted your head. "Forget about it. How about a round of shots?" The pair of you giggled and went back to the rest of the group.

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"So I died my hair blonde okay, and no joke, she did the same, one. week. later", the girl sitting across from Kylian laughed out before sipping on her champagne glass once more, "She’s obsessing over me, just because I've been on a date with her boyfriend. Months ago! I mean, I never really cared about him. He’s not even my type. The only reason I went on this date was pure boredom. Seems like he never got over me rejecting him… Kylian?" He was on his phone, rewatching your instagram story again and again. Him not being invited to your party kind of made him feel offended. Kylians date repeated his name several times, slightly pushing his hand until he finally looked up, "Huh?"

"Are you even listening to me?", her face scrunched up as her eyes moved back and forth between Kylian and his phone, which he quickly locked. "Honestly, no." Her lips parted in shock, discomfort showing in her face. "I gotta go now. It was nice seeing you", was all he said, not even dedicated a glance to her, before he finally got up from his chair, paid for himself and walked out of the restaurant.

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The atmosphere at your party was at its best as you played drinking games and downed one shot after another. Neymar and his mates avoided drinking too much of alcohol in case any of you girls felt bad or needed help.

Currently you were playing "Never have I ever". Neymars friend Gil read out the questions. If you’ve done one of the said things, you had to drink your shot. When Gil read out a dirty question and you quickly downed your shot, Neymar widened his eyes at you. "Damn Y/N, I didn’t want to know that", he spoke up jokingly, his chuckle being interrupted by the door bell ringing. You were about to get up, but your brother insisted he would go for it. "What the fuck are you doing here?", Neymar asked when he opened the door to find the uninvited visitor. "It’s Y/Ns birthday and no one told me?!", Kylian complained, lightly pushing Neymar to the side in order to enter the house. "I can't recall her inviting you." Kylian looked around the decorated house and nodded as he enjoyed some of the snacks he found. "Yeah and I'm actually pissed about it." Neymar scoffed in disbelief. "You didn’t even remember it’s her birthday, so-" He got cut off by you entering the room. "Who is it Ne- Oh." For a few seconds, you silently stood in front of Kylian who kept on searching for something of his taste at the snack bar. "Happy Birthday princess. Forgot to tell me about your party hm?", he greeted you. Neymar rolled his eyes at him before deciding it would be the best to leave the two of you alone. "I thought you’d be on a date", you crossed your arms in front of your chest. He tried to talk through the bunch of grapes that filled his mouth. "Didn’t go as planned. Nevertheless, what’s up with you? You’re not answering my calls and texts, now you didn’t even invite me to your birthday. I could’ve used you sometime this week." He wiggled his eyebrows while you just raised one at him. "Yeah, you could use me, the only thing you need me for."

"Girl what? We’ve agreed on this friends and benefits thing", he said, "You could’ve just told me if you got uncomfortable with it. Adding to that, I've told you I don’t want anything serious. You’re my best friends sister, I wouldn’t play you like that."

"Your best friends sister? Is this all I am to you?", you cried out, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. "Y/N, what got into you? I thought we were just having some fun, what are you making a scene for?" "Damn, you really don’t get it do you? I'm not spreading my fucking legs for just anyone!" As a tear rolled down your cheek, it suddenly hit him. You liked him more than a friend and he was too blind to see. "I'm- I'm sorry Y/N, I had no idea. I never meant to hurt you", he stuttered out as you couldn’t even stop the tears from flooding. Neymar walked in the room to check up on you, only to find you hiding your face behind your hands and crying bitterly. He quickly rushed up to you, wrapping his strong arms around you. Kylian was trying to explain himself, but Neymar didn’t let him. "Leave. Now", he glared at him. Kylian tried to continue, but he was lost for words. "I’m sorry Y/N, I really am. I… I hope the rest of the day goes well for you."

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With Kylian leaving, your good mood was gone as well. Neymar asked everyone to leave and suggested spending the rest of the night watching movies when you’ve finally calmed down.

You just came back from showering, already getting comfortable in your pajamas, when Neymar jumped up from the couch. "I'll go get some snacks, do you want anything?", he asked, pulling his car keys out of his joggers. "No, thank you. Hurry up though, or else I'll fall asleep", you softly smiled at your brother in gratitude. He didn’t only go to grab some snacks, but discuss things out with his former best friend. Luckily, Kylian just got out of the cab when Neymar parked in front of his house. Neymar stepped out of his car and noticed a girl following Kylian, their hands intertwined. When Kylian realised who stood there, he simply looked at him in confusion. "We need to talk", Neymar said, expecting that girl to leave, but she only tightened her grip on Kylians hand. Kylian was tipsy, but she was drunk as fuck. "Can y'all do this later? We were just about to…", she blabbered, holding onto Kylians arm as she was about to stumble her way to his entrance door. "You were about to get your ass back in that cab and let us talk, alright?" Her eyes widened at Neymars words.

"You’ll just let him talk to me like that?", she looked at Kylian, who didn’t take his eyes off Neymar. "Do as he said", he coldly responded. She made her way back to the cab, cursing them out inaudibly. "So what do you want to talk about?", Kylian finally spoke up to break the unbearable silence. "My sister, obviously", Neymar started, "I never supported what the two of you had. I knew you would hurt her. This situation isn’t anything I didn’t expect. But leave her alone now. Just fucking drop it. Even if she gets weak and tries to contact you, don’t even think of replying. If I ever happen to see you close to her, or even just message her, I swear to God Kylian, I'll forget myself." Kylian remained quiet, feeling a strike of shame as he listened. "Did you hear me?", Neymar said, soft but still in an angry tone. "I’ll leave her alone. Just take care of her and make sure she’ll be alright, okay?" "Bet on it", Neymar reassured him, glancing over at him one last time before getting into his car and driving home to you.

"Finally! What took you so long?", you shouted out the moment you heard the entrance door open. "Sorry pequena, they didn’t have your Ben & Jerrys so I had to find it somewhere else." You couldn’t hide your big smile when he handed you your favourite ice cream. "You’re the best, honestly", you squeaked out. "I know, I know", he laughed. Neymar watched how happily you ate your ice cream, the way you giggled at the silliest parts of the comedy movie, and in that moment he promised himself, he would never let anything or anyone hurt his little sister ever again.

[jrwiconfessions]

I keep seeing everyone complaining at JRWI for being on hiatus and everything taking so long and stuff. Maybe I'm only getting all the negatives, but it's like completely only what my dash is now somehow... Which is like. I get it. I really do, but as of currently, Wonderlust is to come out really soon (I think approximately 2 or 3 weeks), and we've been getting updates through Patreon... I understand the reason why one might get angry or restless, I really do. But the whole reason (from what I know, I could be wrong), they're on hiatus is that 1. Grizz needs time to actually write the campaign. He's been going on session to session for so long it caught up with him, and now he really needs to do some serious writing.. Which like, either was his decision to go session to session, or because people wanted the content too much and so fast. We have to remember that these guys are literally just four dudes. With other stuff going on. JRWI isn't their whole life, and that's okay. Plus, a lot of the reason why Riptides on Hiatus is because of all the pushing for diversity from Twitter. Also, I get. I love Lizzies design. And I love all the diversity people have been adding or changing. But when we push that onto the creators because it's how WE want it, I feel that's sort of impeding on the creators creation. We have to remember that we're not the My Hero Academia Fandom, and we have to remember that this is four normal (to and extent, looking at you charlie slimecicle) white guys making a silly little podcast. Waiting a little bit longer because of the consequences of the Fandom and the creators actions shouldn't be such a bug deal. If it is a deal breaker for you, then don't subscribe to the patreon. don't watch the videos. Don't interact. Nobody's forcing you to, and that's okay! If you still want to because you like it, the least you can do is wait, if not patiently, then at least nicely. I don't know, just a thought. I think we expect too much of them. We gotta remember that they're Just Four Normal Dudes TM

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[ygodmyy20]

Oh I found this in my drafts and never posted this. Whelp as I am tying to get my brain moving for another project, how about I distract myself with this one.

So I have been having a really fun time finding the right music for the fanfics I am writing and just gotta share... anything to do with Shigeo or ???% or anything with the off kilter feeling of psychic powers. Man...Stravinsky just nails that unsettling but powerful feeling. It's so perfect. I listen to these excerpts so much.

I'm gonna put my further ramblings below a cut.

So first:

This is the start of Firebird and just that whole string part with the viola and cellos. So just dark. How things we don't want to express lay under out skin, just circulating and ruminating. How Shigeo's emotions sit in his bones, hidden and pushed into the deepest well.

Second:

This feels like what I think 100% emotions, the rolling waves of it, the overwhelming feeling, the ups and downs. It is overpowering and intense. (two cents this performance is going a tad slow on the tempo for my liking). The soft parts where we slow down even, feel like 100% sorrow and sadness. Gosh it just hits me in the feels.

Third: Rite of Spring.

God all of rite of spring is just.... intense in the most visceral of ways. Also side note, this conductor is NOT using sheet music during this which is absolutely insane. Stravinsky changes time signatures SO MUCH.

But anyway I just had to start from the start. Rite of spring to me is Shigeo. Through the whole series. How he is likely feeling under the surface. His emotions range from joy to frustration to anger. It is chaotic and off kilter and it grows and is rough around the edges. I go back and listen to Rite when I need to get in Shigeo's headspace.

Fourth: The finale of Firebird with the god damn BEST HORN SOLO FIGHT ME ON IT. I love this solo so much this is my processional for myself at my upcoming wedding. Instead tho it will be played by a trumpet :D

But god this finale. This fucking feels like acceptance. Like joy, like seeing yourself for the first time. Shigeo in a ???% state usually is revolving around negative emotions around (which I get, negative emotions are strong and intense) but positive emotions are just as if not MORE powerful. 100% Kindness. 100% Courage. 100% Joy and love. I 100% have a specific point in my ageswap where this finale lines up perfectly with what is going on.

[justporo]

I don't know if this is something you would feel comfortable doing at all, and if you aren't just disregard this!

I want to see Tav, who cares so deeply for their companions to break down. Yes, they didn't need to 'save' them, they didn't need to keep them from becoming their worst selves. But they did. They saved them, at the risk of their life multiple times. They never complained, or said anything. (I think 😭)

AAA, it's like 3 am for me so I'm in my feels about shit so ignore this if it isn't your style

Oh, I definitely see where you are going with this. First of all, Anon, I hope you're doing alright! I get being in your feelings - I just hope it isn't too negative!

I have written this one fic, where Tav snaps when the party meets Araj again because they are just on edge: "You always meet twice in life!"

I know this is not exactly what was asked but I gotta say, I wouldn't exactly have a good idea how to write this. I will however give you my thoughts about this:

Because Tav very obviously is the glue that holds this little ambivalent group together. They're the ones mediating between party members, pushing everyone to go the extra mile, persuading each individual that they are worthy of love and all the best things just the way they are. There's no ascension needed, no standing as a Dark Justiciar.

And through it all Tav has poured their heart and soul into her companions. But who's there when Tav's breaking point is reached?

What if they're very silent about it. Everything is done, everyone is saved and they just reach the end of their rope. They just withdraw, become silent, feel themselves spiral into the void. Telling themselves that they don't want anyone to notice - although in truth there is nothing they want more. They just don't want to be a bother.

But the companions do notice - after so many months of adventuring together, going through deep personal stuff, they would notice the slightest change in Tav.

And they will be there when they fall to catch them - just as Tav was there for them. Because the tadpoles might be gone, but the bond created is for life.

[patibato]

[Bitter Sweet Sixteen] 002-A20 - Antoine's Beach

Momiji: And… there… phew. Gannosuke-san, I've finished carrying in the equipment.

Gannosuke: Let's get it installed now, then.

Momiji: Got it… …

Gannosuke: You seem concerned about the weather.

Momiji: Right, the chance of rain is 80%… All we can do now is pray for a 20% miracle.

Gannosuke: Let's have faith. The weather god can be fickle.

Momiji: Right!

Gannosuke: To change the subject—Kiroku-kun didn't appear at the atelier this morning.

His lantern is in its final stages, and he seemed to be pushing through, so I'm a tad concerned.

Are there any issues?

Momiji: Well, actually—

Sakujiro: I won't say a scuffle is bad in and of itself. Having your true thoughts clash is important every now and then.

Muneuji: …

Sakujiro: Nevertheless, you mustn't throw someone thirty times…! What if he developed chronic traumatic encephalopathy!

Ushio: …I can at least break my fall.

Momiji: (He's used to being thrown…)

Sakujiro: Hubris will destroy you. In any case, do reflect on this. Now, let's shake hands and make up.

Muneuji: …

Ushio: …

Momiji: (They're turned away from each other, zero sign of shaking hands…)

Hey, you two, I'd be grateful if you at least told us what caused the fight.

Akuta: On that note, is it raining the day after tomorrow?

Momiji: Hmm… according to the weather forecast… seems so.

Nanaki: So it is, huh.

Kiroku: … …

Muneuji: Is there nothing to be done about it?

Momiji: Right now, all we can do is leave it to chance… I guess.

Akuta: …So, there'll really…

Momiji: Akuta-kun—

Akuta: —Be sooo much leftover stall food for us to eat up! Hell yeah! Takoyaki, okonomiyaki, yakisoba, baby castella!

Momiji: … …

Akuta: Won't need to eat tomorrow so my stomach'll be wide open! I'll fill up on the stall food!

Ushio: Excuse me?

Nanaki: You're seriously… This isn't the time to say such thoughtless things!

Ushio: …This guy's never had a negative thought in his life. Must be nice being the only one happy.

Muneuji: Having a positive mindset is good, of course. But there's a time and place for it.

Food from stalls should be served to customers. Who would be happy taking it for themselves?

Akuta: If it's clear, everyone gets to enjoy the Summer Festival; if it's rainy, lucky us, we can eat all we want. Ain't that fi~ne?

That's what's called being reasonable. We can be happy no matter what happens. Yeah?

Ushio: Reasonable or not, it doesn't matter. It's tedious. Tiring.

Nanaki: There you go—we're not going to get anywhere if you keep saying it's tedious and refusing to have a conversation. Don't resign yourself until we've discussed it.

Ushio: Could you tell that to Buddharupa over there? He's always silent, pisses me off.

Kiroku: …Ah, …I.

Momiji: Alright everyone, that's enough fighting! Quiet down!

Sakujiro: …

Momiji: Oh no, Sakujiro-sensei's making a displeased expression! The lecture's going to drag on at this rate!

Muneuji: … …

Ushio: Tch…

Nanaki: …

Sakujiro: …

…There, it took 50.6 seconds for everyone to quiet down.

Akuta: What's with that cool line! Really feels like you're a teacher. Gotta snatch that one for my next work~♪

Nanaki: They said to shut… sigh, it doesn't matter.

I've got it. I'm sorry. I'll be careful to not get into a fight tonight.

Happy now? I'm tired, so I'll head to bed. Let's go, Kinugawa-kun.

Kiroku: … Yeah.

Ushio: I'll do the same. My back hurts from being tossed about so severely, so I'll stop here.

Muneuji: …

Ushio: You sleeping in the living room, Muuchan? Bet you don't want to see my face—

And I don't want to see yours right now either.

Muneuji: Fine by me.

Momiji: …And that's the situation.

Gannosuke: I see, I'm familiar with such things. In regards to the fight, it'll get resolved sooner or later-

But there's no point being discouraged just because of the rain.

When it comes to events and trips, it's common for it to rain on the day you were excited for.

Momiji: (Sakujiro-san said something similar, didn't he.)

(…If they become Tourism Ward Mayors, how will they handle times like this?)

(It's like they're being tested—… ah!)

Is this… a test…!?

Gannosuke: What is?

Momiji: Nothing! I want to check on everyone real quick, I'll head back to the inn for a moment…!

*running*

*knocking*

Momiji: Nanaki-kun… Nanaki-kun…!

…

Not coming… maybe he's out.

(No helping it, I'll head to the living room.)

Kiroku: …

Momiji: Kiroku-kun! Is Nanaki-kun not in your room?

Kiroku: … He's there, but… since last night… he's been sulking in bed.

Momiji: I see…

Kiroku: …

Momiji: (Kiroku-kun's expression is dark… Looks like he's putting his all into making Teru Teru Bozu*.)

Gannosuke-san was worried about you. He said you didn't come to the atelier this morning.

Kiroku: …

Momiji: It's just the finishing touches left, yeah? The Teru Teru Bozu are also important, but finishing the lantern first is more—

Kiroku: I'm, relieved. In the end… I don't have to… show my lantern… to anyone.

*footsteps*

Momiji: Kiroku-kun…

Momiji: (Anyone in this room—)

Ushio: …

Momiji: Ushio-kun! Are Akuta-kun and Muneuji-kun around?

Ushio: They went out.

Momiji: Got it. Thank you.

Ushio: …

Momiji: (He's coming across as completely unapproachable… It might be best to leave things here for now…)

(I'll go search for Akuta-kun and Muneuji-kun… I hope they have their GPS on.)

Akuta: …

Momiji: Found you! Akuta-kun!

Akuta: Aah? Sensei, huh. Hey theeere.

Momiji: Hey there. …What were you doing, looking into the sea?

Akuta: Nothin', I've just not eaten since morning, so I'm starving. Wondering if I could eat the seaweed washed up here.

Momiji: Raw…? Don't do that.

Akuta: Really? Ah~ I'm starviiing… if seaweed's no good, what about kelp?

Momiji: Don't.

Y'know, everyone's down in the dumps about tomorrow… but you're the same as ever, Akuta-kun.

I'm a bit relieved.

Akuta: No point thinking depressing thoughts. Or rather, I can't. Thinking too much causes nosebleeds. For me at least.

Anyway, won't everyone cheer up sooner or later? Will probably realize that worrying's pointless.

But man, that rain… gotta get something done about that.

Momiji: That's…

(There's nothing to be done, but I can't say that to Akuta-kun and the others now…)

(But if I could at least cheer them up…)

Akuta: Anyway, uugggh… my hunger won't go away…! If kelp's no good, I can scrape some seaweed off a rock—

Momiji: Akuta-kun!

Akuta: Yes!

Momiji: Even if it rains tomorrow, the things we've done on this study tour, the things we're doing-

Even if we can't go through with what we planned for our customers on the day… it absolutely won't be in vain.

The weather this time may be unfortunate, but the effort you've all put in will be properly rewarded.

We'll negotiate to have the fruits of your labour displayed in Shodoshima's community centre, so they'll definitely see the light of day.

So I want you to not worry about the weather, and continue with your preparations.

Akuta: Hm, hmmm…? Yeah?

Momiji: Above all else, the experience of giving your all at something with your friends will surely become a source of encouragement for you.

It'll be a good memory. It'll be good for the future of yourself and the others.

Akuta: … …

Momiji: There will be plenty of times you do your best and it doesn't go well, but even so, you can use that regret as a springboard to tackle the next challenge, or—

Akuta: … …

Momiji: Um…

…What's up? You look kinda stern.

Akuta: It's nothing. Don't worry 'bout it. I'm goin' toilet!

*footsteps*

Momiji: Ah, Akuta-kun…!

He left…

*Teru Teru Bozu are little handmade dolls that are hung up in hope of sunny weather

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