#As soon as I heard it I was like I GOTTA HAVE THIS

[charmedimsure]

THE NEXT EPISODE || thanos

pairing: Thanos/Choi Su-bong x f!reader

summary: You and Su-bong reunite after his stay at rehab. No debt/no games AU.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: rehab, drinking, drugs, addiction, depression

A/N: i've been working on this for like two weeks and i still feel like i could work on it more. i love this mini series i made and i'm excited to see how other people like it :) if you find any mistakes no you didn't <3

Part 1: Wake Up Call

Today is the big day. The day Su-bong has been working towards for the past six months.

Today he gets out of rehab.

He originally tried to quit on his own, but after multiple relapses, he decided he needed help. Due to his multiple addictions and how long he's been addicted for, the doctors at the facility suggested a longer stay for him, to which he agreed.

Before he left, he gave you the keys to his apartment, putting you in charge of managing the place while he's away. You also promised to get rid of anything in his apartment that could potentially be abused.

Rehab had actually not been bad. It certainly wasn't easy, but Su-bong felt better about it knowing there were so many other people there going through the same thing as him. He had ended up making some really good friends there, friends that he was excited to see again once they all got out. A few of them had made plans to meet up at a coffee house soon, about a week after Su-bong is released.

The thing Su-bong has been looking forward to the most while in rehab is seeing you again. The only visitors that were allowed were family members, so he had to settle for just talking to you on the phone.

"Can I see you soon?" Su-bong asks into the phone.

"I have to work today, but I'm off tomorrow if you want to come by?" you say. "Oh, and I left something for you on your counter."

Su-bong smiles into the phone. "You didn't have to do that."

"Don't get too excited, it's not much," you laugh. "But I just wanted to give you something to congratulate you."

"I'll be happy with anything you give me," he says.

"Cheesy," you groan, making him laugh. A small gasp comes from Su-bong's phone. "Shoot, my boss just texted me I have to go in early. I'm sorry, I gotta go. Text me when you get home, okay?"

"All good," Su-bong says. "Yeah, I'll text you. Let me know when you get to the club and back home safe."

"I will," he can hear the smile in your voice. "I'll see you tomorrow."

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Su-bong walks into his apartment. A chill washes over him. It's been so long since he was here, and he's changed so much. He puts his things down, walking into his kitchen.

A feeling of dread fills him. Was six months enough? Is he really able to do this?

A glint catches his eye, and he sees a small chain sitting on his counter. Attached to it is a dog tag. He picks it up, examining it. When he notices a clasp on the side of the dog tag, he opens it, revealing a small note in your handwriting.

'I'm proud of you <3'

A comfortable warmth fills his body as he smiles at your note. He closes the tag, immediately putting the chain around his neck.

He looks around his place. It holds way too many memories of his time before rehab. Waking up with a headache so bad he's worried his head might implode, turning over to see some random girl in his bed who's name he can't remember. That's not how he wants to live anymore.

He takes a water bottle from the fridge, which you must have put in there for him, and sits on his couch, looking up listings for available apartments. Preferably one close to you.

<>

Su-bong feels his heart race as he stands in front of your apartment door. He's been waiting for this moment for six months. With a deep breath, he knocks on the door.

Footsteps are heard from the other side of the door. Something makes a loud bang and he hears you curse, making his lips twitch upwards.

The door opens and there you are. He swears you've only gotten more beautiful since he last saw you.

"Woah, I almost didn't recognize you," you smile.

He smiles, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. He hadn't dyed his hair since before rehab, leaving it at its natural dark brown. "Yeah, I've been getting that a lot."

"I like it," you say. "You look much more like Su-bong."

He feels his face heat up, muttering a shy 'thank you'.

You step to the side, opening the door wider. "Come in! I'll go grab a snack."

Su-bong walks into your apartment, a smile playing on his face at the familiar set up. You move to the kitchen and he sits on your couch. He chuckles at the new blanket laying next to him, clearly having been used recently.

He looks up as you walk back into the room, placing a bowl of pretzels and a bottle of blue Gatorade on the coffee table in front of him. You remembered.

He gestures toward the blanket. "That new?"

You put a pretzel in your mouth and smile at him, nodding enthusiastically. "My mom got it for me. You have to feel it, it's so soft." He chuckles as you cover your mouth with your hand, too excited to tell him about the blanket to wait until you've swallowed your food.

He reaches out to the blanket, eyes widening when his fingers graze the fabric. "Holy shit."

"Right?!" you laugh, picking up the blanket and sitting down. You toss it over both of your legs. You take a moment to study his face. "You look really good, Su-bong."

He feels himself blush, turning away in embarrassment. "Yeah, my pupils are finally the correct size."

You laugh at the comment. "Yes, that. But you also just look much healthier. Much happier."

He nods. "I feel happier. I thought I was happy all those nights at the club, drinking away my life. But now I know that wasn't real happiness." He looks at you, looking deep into your eyes. "This is real happiness."

Now it's your turn to look away, feeling heat rush to your face. "I'm glad. You deserve happiness."

He smiles.

"Even though you once tried to pay me to take off my shirt."

Su-bong cringes, bringing his hand to his face as you laugh. "Can you please stop bringing that up?"

You shake your head. "No way. This is the punishment you get for that. Me making fun of you. I think it's a fair exchange."

He laughs. "Fair enough."

You continue talking for the next hour or so, telling each other about everything and nothing. Su-bong's heart soars every time he is able to make you laugh. He's made music his entire life, but no song could ever compare to the sweet tune of your laughter.

"On Sunday I'm gonna meet up with a few friends from rehab at that new coffee place around the corner," he says. "Do you want to come?"

You shake your head. "Thank you for the invitation but I don't want to intrude."

"You wouldn't be intruding," he assures. "I, uh, talked about you a lot and they really want to meet you."

Your face heats up at his admission, nodding. "In that case, I'd love to go."

He smiles. "Good."

You put on a movie to watch, saying you saw one while he was away and couldn't wait to show it to him. Throughout the movie, Su-bong sneaks glances at you. He's wanted you ever since he first laid his eyes on you. You were the hot bartender with a fiery personality.

Now, though, as he watches you chew your lip in concentration, he sees just how amazing you truly are. You're the beautiful girl who changed his life for the better. The amazing girl who gave him a reason to become a better person. The kind girl who talked on the phone with him every day while he was in rehab.

You're his best friend. And he's deeply in love with you.

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Su-bong opens the door to the coffee house, letting you walk inside first before entering as well.

"Hey, Su-bong!" a voice yells, getting his attention. He smiles when he sees his friends, waving at them. He motions for you to follow him as you head over to the table.

"Hey guys," he greets, giving each of them a small hug. It feels nice to see them on the outside. They all accomplished the same thing, and they'll forever be close for doing it together.

He looks to you. "Oh right. This is Jung-su, Shin-il, and Ji-hae."

Each of them wave and smile at you as he says their names. Once he introduces you, they all seem to get a similar look on their faces.

"Oh, so you're the girl he keeps talking about," Shin-il smirks. Su-bong lightly smacks his arm, making the boy laugh.

"Shin-il, be quiet!" Ji-hae rolls her eyes. She turns to you. "He told us about how you helped him get sober. We're glad he had someone so supportive helping him."

You smile. "I just wanted to help any way I could. He's the one who ultimately chose to get help." You smile at him and he feels his heart melt. "And I'm glad he was able to make some great friends in there, from what he's told me."

"Aw, you talked about us?" Jung-su flashes Su-bong with puppy eyes, making the ladder roll his own.

"Plus, now he doesn't call me 'Señorita' anymore, so really I got something out of it too," you say.

The table bursts out in laughter and Su-bong hides his face behind his hands. "Maybe it was a mistake bringing you here, I didn't realize you were all going to gang up on me."

You laugh, rubbing his arm. "I'm just kidding. Come on, let's go get something to drink."

You move to stand but he puts a hand on your shoulder. "I got it. What do you want?"

You tell him your order, thanking him as he walks to the counter.

Ji-hae leans across the table to you. "He really likes you, you know," she smiles. "Talked about you all the time."

You smile. "He's a really great guy. I wish I could've talked to him sooner, maybe he would've gotten help sooner. He's my best friend now."

"You should go out with him," she says. "Based on how he talked about you, he'd treat you right."

You turn to look at Su-bong, smiling as he rocks back and forth on his feet while waiting in line.

"I do like him," you say, turning back to Ji-hae. "I just want to give him some time first. He just got out of rehab, I feel like he should have some time to figure out what he really wants and adjust to sobriety, if that makes sense."

"Totally," Jung-su says, nodding his head. "I've been out two months now and I still feel like this is all new."

"Just please be there for him," Shin-il asks.

You nod. "I'm not going anywhere."

On the other side of the coffee house, while waiting for your drinks, Su-bong feels a hand grasp his shoulder.

"Holy shit man," a familiar voice says behind him. "You dropped off the face of the earth!"

Su-bong turns to see the smiling face of Nam-gyu.

"Where have you been, dude?"

Su-bong opens his mouth to answer but is cut off when Nam-gyu continues.

"You know what, it doesn't matter." He pulls a small bag out of his jacket pocket. "I just got some new shit. It's fucking insane, man. You gotta try it."

He stares at the pills. This is the first time that drugs have been so accessible to him since before rehab. A cold sweat breaks out and his breath gets quicker. It would be so easy. All he'd have to do is pop one little pill.

He turns back to look at the table. You're sitting there, laughing with Jung-su. The sound flows to his ears and a soft smile graces his face. The sweat stops and his breathing goes back to normal.

He doesn't need pills anymore. He has you. And you make him so much happier than pills ever have or ever will.

He turns back to Nam-gyu, straightening his posture. "No, I don't do that stuff anymore."

Nam-gyu gives him a look. "Are you kidding, dude? You can't get this shit anywhere, and you're turning it down? What the fuck happened to you, Thanos?"

"It's Su-bong, actually," he says.

"No more Thanos!? What's going on?"

Su-bong opens his mouth to respond, but is beaten by another voice.

"Nam-gyu, leave him alone, please," you say, putting a hand on Su-bong's shoulder as you step beside him.

Nam-gyu looks between the two of you before a knowing smile spreads on his face.

"Oh, I see," he says. "So this is the guy you've been calling all the time." The barista calls out his name and he takes his cup. "Knew it was only a matter of time before you two got together, I should've bet on it." He turns, walking toward the door. "I'll see you at work!"

You wave to him as he leaves, turning to Su-bong. "Are you okay? He didn't give you anything, did he?"

He shakes his head. "He offered, but I said no. I was expecting him to be a lot less understanding."

"I've been talking to him the past few months at work, turns out he's not bad when he's not constantly sticking his nose up someone else's ass," you say, making Su-bong laugh. His name is called and you take the cups from the barista, thanking them before handing Su-bong's drink to him, taking his hand and leading him back to the table.

"Welcome back, Señorita," Shin-il smirks.

The table bursts out in laughter again and Su-bong stands from the table, waving goodbye to everyone. You grab his wrist before he can get too far, laughing along with him as he sits back down next to you.

<>

It's been about five months since Su-bong got out of rehab. He's been doing very good, resisting every time he feels even the slightest temptation.

He's gotten back into music and is working on his next album, which is going to be the first he's releasing that's not under the name "Thanos", instead rebranding as Choi Su-bong. You're of course his biggest supporter and he plays you all of his songs to get your opinion. You've even helped on a few songs, and he plans on crediting you as a co-writer.

Remembering what you told him nearly a year ago, he surprised you one day with your own guitar, taking the time to teach you how to play. You're still learning, but he loves everything you play, nearly as much as he loves your laugh whenever you play the wrong note.

You've been dancing around each other for the past few months, both aware of your feelings, but liking what you have going on between you for now. As time passes, though, Su-bong can feel himself getting closer to the edge, ready to take the leap.

One day you're both sitting in Su-bong's new apartment when he turns to you.

"Hey," Su-bong says. You look up from your phone at him. "I uh, I want to play something for you, if that's okay."

You smile, locking your phone and putting it face-down on the couch. "Yeah, I'd love that."

He stands up and reaches his hand out towards you. You take it, standing as he leads you to his piano. He sits on the bench, making room for you to sit beside him.

"I actually wrote this for you," he says, shyly looking at you. You smile at him, giving him a nod of encouragement. With a deep breath, he begins playing the notes before singing.

"I text a postcard sent to you Did it go through? Sending all my love to you You are the moonlight of my life every night Giving all my love to you."

You feel your eyes start to water as you listen to the words. His words reflect exactly how you feel, put in a way that makes it more beautiful than anything you could say to him.

You've heard him sing more ties than you can count. But sitting here next to him, listening as he pours his heart out to you, you don't think any song will ever compare.

"With every breath that I am worth Here on Earth I'm sending all my love to you So if you dare to second guess You can rest Assured that all my love's for you."

Su-bong puts his entire heart into the song. He had started writing it on the piano they had at the rehabilitation center. He had written a few songs while he was there, but this one was specifically inspired by you. The lyrics were from notes he would write down while talking to you, things that came to his head as your sweet voice drifted through the speaker of his phone.

"My beating heart belongs to you I walked for miles till I found you I'm here to honor you If I lose everything in the fire I'm sending all my love to you."

He stops playing, bringing his arms to his sides. He slowly looks up at you. "You've done so much for me. I don't think I can ever pay you back, but I'll spend the rest of my life trying if you'll let me."

A tear escapes your eye. You sniffle, nodding your head.

Su-bong reaches out to cup your cheek, wiping away the tear with his thumb. He looks down to your lips before looking back up to your eyes. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please."

He leans forward, closing his eyes as his lips make contact with yours. Su-bong has kissed girls before, more than he'd like to admit, but he feels like a teenager kissing their crush for the first time.

This is a moment nearly a year in the making. All of his longing for you, his adoration of you is put into the kiss.

He pulls back, regaining his breath as he looks over your face. Your kiss-swollen lips are just begging to be kissed again, but there's something that needs to be done first.

"I love you," he says. "I've loved you for a long time. You're the most amazing person I've ever met and there's nothing I want more than to be with you."

You smile at him, and he feels starstruck by how beautiful you are. "I love you too, Su-bong," you say. "I'm forever grateful that you showed me the real you that day in my apartment. Because I love the real you. So much."

Su-bong's face lights up in a smile, leaning forward to capture your lips again in an awkward kiss that makes you both laugh.

All his hard work is paying off. He is finally worthy of happiness. He is finally worthy of you. And he's going to spend every day making sure he stays worthy.

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IIIIII HAVE A REQUESTTTTT

dallas winston having to sneak out of reader’s room in the morning once he hears everyone (her family) waking up????

𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 - (𝐝.𝐰. 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

w.c. - 715

warnings - swearing and thats it

a/n - first imagine! i rlly hope u like it! also i hope you don’t mind but i sort of implied reader is a soc. but ty for the req!❤️

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the early morning light shone through your lace curtains, casting a glow on you and your boyfriends faces.

it stirred you awake, and as you blinked your eyes open you yawned and sat up, stretching. you heard rustling beside you, then as if on cue, two big muscular arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you closer and back down on the bed.

“mm.. stay.” you heard a gruff, raspy voice mumble. you turned to look at your boyfriend, bushing his dark hair back out of his face that was smooshed in the pillow.

you giggled softly and yawned, wrapping him in a hug, pulling his head to your chest. he tightened his grip on you, exhaling softly.

you both lay like that for a few good moments. but when you adjusted your head you got a decent glance at your alarm clock.

7:08 am.

shit.

“dallas, get up,” you spoke quickly, shoving him off, to which he protested. he was supposed to be gone by six. your parents wake you up for school way too soon.

“wha- what the fuck?” he grouched, sitting up. he faced you with an irritated look on his face to which you pointed to your alarm clock and he glanced over. his once tired eyes grew panicked.

“oh, shit.” he whispered and flung the covers off. he swung his legs over the side of the bed and climbed out, the squeak your bed made didn’t help your case. you winced and climbed out of bed just as he grabbed his discarded jeans and put them on. and just as he was buttoning them, you heard your mothers morning alarm go off.

“dallas, hurry!” you whisper shouted, scurrying over to the window and opening it and then tossing him his shirt. “i’m goin’, i’m goin’.” he muttered.

he pulled the dark shirt over his head, and then you heard your mothers bedroom door open. a million alarms went off in your head and you ran over to the door, leaning against it. if your mother caught a greaser, let a lot dallas winston in your bedroom, you both would be dead.

you watched as dallas got on his hands and knees, searching for his boots. “jesus fucking christ,” he muttered as he strained to grab the black boots he saw somehow under your bed. when he reached them he went to sit up but ended up smacking his head on your bed frame. “ouch! fuck!” he whisper shouted.

“shhh!” you hushed, scurrying over to him and holding the back of his head. “you gotta be quiet, dal, are you alright?” you spoke softly.

“i’m fine, toots.” he grumbled and stood, stepping into his boots. then another sound: footsteps.

shit, shit, shit.

you ran back over to the door, leaning against it in case your mother tried to come in. dallas grabbed his coat off the back of your chair in the corner and threw it on, patting down his pockets to make sure he had everything.

then there was a knock on your door. you and dallas froze and made eye contact with wide eyes.

“sweetheart, are you awake?” your mothers soft voice called.

“uh- uh uh, yeah. i am. i’m changing.” you spoke shakily, praying the anxiety in your voice wasn’t prominent.

“okay, darling. breakfast is almost ready.” she spoke softly and you both stayed still for a moment longer before they went silent.

your shoulders both relaxed and dallas chuckled, walking over to you. “it’s not funny!” you breathlessly laughed, swatting his chest. his hands came around your waist as he kissed your cheek.

“it’s just a tiny bit funny.” he smiled down at you. “you were supposed to be gone by six sharp, mister.” you spoke with a cheek grin and poked your finger into his chest.

“yeah, yeah,” he chuckled leaning down to kiss your lips. you smiled against the kiss and brought your hands up to rest on his chest. when he pulled away, he kissed your forehead once. “i’ll see you tonight, gorgeous.” he smiled and pulled away, waltzing over to your window and leaving out of sight.

you smiled at him, shaking your head. as the adrenaline slowly started to calm you walked over to your dresser and actually began to get dressed.

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[taurasiluv]

OFF THE RECORD. 01 — bad news. — masterlist -> next chapter

summary: nicole allen, senior uconn journalist major, gets assigned to the biggest douchebag that storrs conneticut has ever seen—breanna stewart—for her senior project.

cw: ooc stewie... stewie being an asshole !

word count: 2.5k

msg from sen: new series that has been long awaited<3 i hope evb enjoys this as much as i enjoyed writing it. i loveeee this oc soooo much shes so

“are you being serious right now?” she asked, her tone serious and unwavering.

“i’m sorry nicole, i wasn’t the one who chose it.” ryan shrugged, handing her a stack of papers.

nicole took her hatred for breanna stewart very seriously. not only was she the star player of the uconn women’s basketball team, 3 national championships and counting under her sleeve, she was the biggest douchebag ever.

she had known at least 3 girls just this year that were played by her. promised a nice dinner date just to be hooked up with then left for dead. she looked at women like they were pieces of meat and got her fill then left.

she also just happened to have a hatred for hot jocks. which of course breanna fit.

so of course, she had to get breanna to shadow for her senior project. she had to follow around breanna every day for an entire year.

this was going to be hell.

“can’t i switch with literally anyone else?” she asked again, following ryan down the hallway.

“you’ll have to ask, but i doubt it.”

“fuck you ryan!” she yelled as she stopped in her tracks.

“love you too nikki!” he yelled back, still making his way down the corridor.

nicole spun on her heels, turning back to the main journalism room to go negotiate with her colleagues. she walked into the room, a scowl on her face without her realizing because her friend, bianca, pointed it out. “woah someone’s not happy about their assignment!” she laughed, kicking the chair next to her out so nicole could sit. “so, who is it?”

“breanna stewart,” she frowned, slouching in her seat.

the reaction from bianca wasn’t positive, a groan coming from her. “good luck, don’t hookup with her. i got tyler davis, he’s on the football team.”

“lucky! we should switch,” nicole pouted, looking at her with puppy dog eyes.

“good try nikki. i gotta go get ready to see him tomorrow so… gotta go.” she grinned, getting up.

nicole groaned, flopping forward and letting her head rest against the table. she heard bianca laugh as she left the room. now, nicole was all alone in the journalism room, debating on emailing breanna about the assignment or leaving it to be a later issue.

she begrudgingly dug her laptop out of her backpack, opening it and logging in. as she waited for her computer to boot up, she flipped through the packet of background information in search of breanna’s email. she found it, opening up gmail and typing in the email address on the paper.

Hello Breanna!

I’m Nicole Allen, a journalism student and I was assigned to shadow you for your senior year. I believe your advisor should’ve also sent you an email about this. We can set up a meeting soon to go over my assignment and what it entails! Please reply as soon as you can.

Thank you, have a good day.

Nicole Allen

she attempted to make her email sound as professional as possible, a weak attempt to hide the dislike for her. she hit send and shut her computer, packing it up and leaving the room.

she walked from campus to her dorm room, throwing her backpack down on the bed and moving to go change into something more comfortable before continuing her study on her assignment. she grabbed a pop tart and hopped up onto her bed, opening her computer and refreshing her email.

to her surprise, breanna actually responded within a reasonable amount of time. she clicked the email open, no subject attached and read the following,

k lit tmr at 1 at the cafe by gampel? i got practice b4 then

nicole’s eyes went wide, surprised at the level of unprofessionalism coming from her. she couldn’t be that surprised though, she clearly didn’t care about the girls she was with, why would she care about the way she wrote emails. she rolled her eyes, replying back with a simple,

Sounds good! See you tomorrow.

she shut her laptop once more, tossing it to the side and looking at the packet of information once more. simple stuff in it, contact information, background, accomplishments, etc. she was well decorated by all accounts, explains her cocky attitude.

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“did anybody else get assigned some journalism chick for the year?” breanna yelled out, walking out into the living room of her dorm.

tuck came out of her room, raising her eyebrow and opening her email on her phone. she scrolled through the unopened emails, finding a similar ones. “yeah, ryan from english. who’d you get?” she asked, walking over to breanna.

“uh some chick named nicole,” she shrugged.

“what’s her last name?” tuck asked, looking over her shoulder to see the email.

“allen, why?”

“isn’t that the friend of that one girl you were seeing during the summer?” she asked.

breanna’s eyebrows furrowed while she attempted to think. “which one?”

“oh my god you dog!” tuck punched her shoulder with a smile. breanna feigned pain, groaning dramatically. “the blonde one, remember?”

“ohh yeah her,” breanna nodded with a grin. “she was kinda annoying, not gonna lie.” she shrugged.

“well, better get your shit together quick, you’re gonna be working with her friend for a whole year!” tuck laughed at her, walking back to her room.

breanna plopped down onto the couch, exiting the email app on her phone and moving over to the instagram app. she typed in nicole’s name, finding her profile and scrolling through. she scrolled for a while, taking a mental note of how gorgeous she was.

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the next day, nicole found herself scrambling out of bed and getting all of her stuff together. she spent most of her night preparing her first interview. she took her major very seriously. ever since she was little she wanted to do sports journalism, and now she was actually doing it. in the best basketball city she could be in, interviewing the biggest college basketball star in the country.

too bad breanna stewart was an asshole.

finally, she got her bag together and put into her car and drove down to gampel pavilion, parking outside of the nearby cafe and ordering herself a coffee before sitting down. she set all her papers out neatly and got her computer open and ready to the assignment details so she could share them with breanna.

she checked the time, 1:10, and still no breanna.

maybe practice ran late, that’s fine.

1:30.

she knew little about the women’s basketball coach, but she knew that he was hard and strict. so maybe he’s keeping her after practice, whatever.

1:45.

nicole found herself begin to get annoyed, she knew working with breanna for a whole year was going to be a pain in the ass, but not like this.

2:00.

finally, breanna came through the door. hair sticking to her forehead from sweat and friends following closely behind her. they were laughing and talking, but breanna quickly locked her eyes onto nicole. she said her goodbyes and sat down. nicole could already feel her checking her out.

“you’re nikki, right? my journalist chick or whatever?”

“nicole. and, yes. i assume your advisor emailed you about it as well?” she said, handing a piece of paper over to breanna that explained the details.

“yeah but i didn’t check, thought id come in blind. so… what are you writing anyways?”

nicole sighed, “a newspaper about you. it’ll be released at the end of your season.”

breanna stuck her bottom lip out and nodded, “cool. when do we start?”

“sometime this week, tomorrow preferably. but i know you have a tight schedule with basketball, so whatever works for you.”

“why don’t you come to some of my practices?” she asked with a sly grin, leaning in.

nicole pushed herself back in the chair, attempting to gain space between the two of them. “uhm. yeah i probably will. what day works for you for our next interview?”

“let’s do tomorrow… 5 pm over dinner?” breanna raised her eyebrows.

nicole knew what she was getting at, a date. but she didn’t want to be another one of breanna’s fuck buddies, not when she was actively trying to write an article about her.

“i’m not going on a date with you, stewie. but, tomorrow at 5 works for me. we can go to the library.” she offered.

breanna fell back in her chair, frowning at her failed attempt. “sounds good.”

“let me get your number so we can keep in contact that’s not over email.” nicole said, handing her phone over.

“no dinner date but you want my number? whatever you want, pretty girl.” she smirked, typing in the digits to her phone number and putting in a contact name before handing it back to her.

nicole felt herself recoil at the other girls sentence, especially the pet name. she scowled and took her phone back. “i guess ill see you tomorrow at 5.” nicole said, beginning to put her things away.

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that night, breanna made her way back to her dorm and opened the door to moriah, tuck, and saniya all gathered together on the couch talking.

saniya was the first one to turn back and see breanna, a mischievous grin on her face. “sooo, you kissin’ on the news girl yet?” she grinned.

“not yet, i’m gonna be seeing her the whole year though so, just you wait.” she grinned cockily, throwing her gym bag down and throwing herself onto the couch next to moriah.

“so, tell us what happened?” tuck raised her eyebrow, sliding a wine cooler across the table towards where breanna was laying.

“genos gonna fucking kill us if anybody figures out we’re storing alcohol in the room,” she said. her complaint not stopping her from picking up the bottle and popping it open. “she just told me about her assignment thing. she’s writing a news paper about me, i guess.” she shrugged her shoulders as she lifted the bottle to her lips, letting the liquid pour into her mouth and down her throat.

they talked about it for a bit more, going around the table and talking about who they each got for the project and how they were. finally, it got back to breanna, she was busy on her phone (definitely not stalking nicole’s instagram, no. not at all.). “stew, let’s make a bet,” moriah said, pulling her wallet out of her pocket. everybody else followed suit, pulling their wallets or loose cash out and waiting to hear the details.

“let’s hear it,” breanna said, spinning herself around to sit right side up and also search for her wallet out of her gym shorts.

“everybody put a 5 in,” she said, throwing the bill down onto the coffee table. everybody set down the bills on the table, now, there was a small pile of $5 bills sat in the middle of the table. “if stew doesn’t bone the girl by the of the year, everybody except her has to split the pot. if she does bone her by the end of the year, she wins it all. deal?”

breanna grinned. she has always been competitive and always got the woman she wanted so, this would be easy in theory. “deal.”

—

the next day, nicole found herself thinking about breanna even when she didn’t need to be. instead of paying attention to whatever her professor was saying in the lecture, her mind was wandering about breanna. she was disgusted with herself, she had caught herself thinking about her several times that day and every time she couldn’t get the feeling of disgust to go away.

maybe it was just cause they were seeing each other later for the interview, that’s why she couldn’t get her out of her head.

that’s what she was choosing to believe anyways.

soon enough, the lecture ended and she was walking back to her dorm to get ready for the interview. she had complied a list of easy questions to start her off and to gather some more background information about breanna. she threw in a hoodie, knowing storrs was bound to be cold at night, and got her bag ready. on her way to the library she picked up a snack and waters for the both of them.

now, it was just a matter of time til breanna joined her at the library.

unlike their first meeting, breanna actually made an effort to arrive on time and arrive looking mildly more presentable than her sweat covered after practice look. nicole was pleased with this, it already being late, she didn’t want to wait more than she absolutely needed to.

after breanna sat down, they sat in uncomfortable silence for a bit. nicole got out her notebook and papers while breanna sat awkwardly on the other end of the table.

“so… how was your day?” breanna asked.

“uhm, fine. just had a couple classes. you?”

“pretty much the same. had early practice though.”

and then it was awkward silence again.

finally, nicole cleared her throat.

“i’m gonna start off with just some simple questions, is that good?”

“yeah! that’s fine. you make it sound like i’m act the doctors office.” breanna laughed a little, sitting more comfortably in her chair while she awaited her question.

“what got you into basketball in the first place?”

“i dunno. just started playing and i liked it a lot more than softball.” she shrugged.

nicole sighed. the realization that breanna was not a very good interviewee and she would have to fill in a lot of the gaps began settling in. she jotted down a few things into her notebook, breanna began to lean over the table, curious to see what she was writing.

nicole tugged the notebook away, propping it up against the edge of the desk and her body so breanna couldn’t see it. “you will be able to read everything once it’s fully finished.”

“so i just have to answer your questions and not even know what the fuck you’re writing about for a whole year?” she sighed, slouching back in her defeated.

“exactly! glad you understand.” nicole gave a snarky smile, putting her notebook back on the table and continuing to write.

they chatted for a bit more, nicole asked more simple questions. stuff about her family and what inspires her. she could feel breanna’s eyes practically burning a hole in her the entire time, so she decided to say something at the end of the session.

breanna had gotten up and picked up her bag before nicole stopped her. “wait, before you leave stewie.”

breanna stopped, turning around and cocking her head.

“under absolutely no circumstances is this,” she gestured wildly between them, “ever going to happen. you will never get me to go on a date with you or hookup with you, this is purely professional. nothing more, nothing less.”

“fine.” she shrugged, “but can i at least walk you home, it’s dark.”

nicole sighed and sat in silence for a little bit, mulling over her options. she stood up next to door, suddenly realizing how small she was near breanna and began walking.

“if you’re walking me, hurry up!”

[meowkwisis]

╭───.★..─. ♯┆nishimura riki (niki) x fem!reader | very fluffy fluff | smau & written pieces .ᐟ

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𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ! : swearing/cussing, very fluffy, silly goofy, very mild angst, slow burn…

𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴: childhood best friends to lovers, friends to lovers, obvious to everyone but them…

𓍯𓂃 ~ in which nishimura riki has been in love with his childhood best friend for as long as he can remember, but of course, he would never admit it, and neither would you.

[written piece]

Niki pressed on the green facetime call button, his face instantly lighting up when he heard the “connecting” sound playing from his phone. Propping his phone up, and seeing as your face filled his screen. You were at your desk, having propped the phone up on the lamp next to your computer.

“y/nnie, outfit options- help me choose please. I’m gonna die. how do i get the huzz without a good fit.”

“We both know your little soft heart can’t take a hoe. show me the options.”

as he reached over to his closet, pulling out a hanger, and showing it to his phone.

it was an essentials hoodie, and those baggy jeans he always wore. You swear he has multiple.

“nishi, that’s the most basic fit I’ve ever seen. if you wanna attract girls with no taste, I guess that’s good..”

although that is the hoodie you like the most because it smells like you, due to the fact you’ve worn it so much- you would never admit it.

neither will he.

“but it’s so comfyy- and I can sleep in it.”

he says, putting his hands up to his head to show the sleeping motion.

“ooou- you should wear that one zip up hoodie! The navy blue one.”

Niki tilted his head at your words, obviously confused, a perplexed look on his face.

your heart swelled at the sight of his questioning eyes and hair flitting off to one side, looking at you.

“You’re so stupid. the navy blue hoodie? With the stripes? With a white t shirt underneath? And dark wash jeans?”

You said it in a bit harsher of a tone to hide the fact your heart was racing due to how he looked.

“you’re so right. I love you. Have I ever told you that? Ugh.” Niki’s voice was full of sarcasm with a hint of an airy tone, obviously meaning it in a lighthearted aspect. only wishing he could mean what he says in another way.

You were so grateful he had moved out of the frame, unable to see your blushing face.

“Yeah, I know. Love you too, ki. I gotta go finish my homework though. you still coming over later, right.?”

“of course. want me to snipe haerin and sunghoon for you?”

His mischievous smirk, as he playfully tousled with his hair.

you sighed, looking at the screen with your typical fake-annoyed- Ihateyou look.

“Literally bye. Don’t get too drunk by the way, remember, be careful be safe and don’t get into any strange cars or anything. Okay?”

“…yes maam..”

y/n clicked the end call button after saying goodbye, and hastily set back onto her work, wanting to finish before Niki came over.

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a/n = I haven’t written in SO long so I apologize if this is rly crappy :((

part 2 coming as soon as it’s proofread!! lmk if u guys like this so far <33

once I make a master list I will link it here :P

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[witchygagirlwrites]

Hank Voight x Reader

So um about Justin's dad...

Smut..sorry not sorry? Daddy issues!

“Justin, are you sure this is cool with your pops?” you asked him as you climbed in the backseat of the car. You cut your eyes at the woman driving “Woah, who are you?” she grinned “Erin, you must be Justin’s friend Y/N” you nodded as a smile slipped onto your face “Oh you’re Erin, I’ve heard about you” 

“Good I hope” she replied as she pulled out onto the road after you were buckled in. You laughed “Yeah, Justin spoke pretty well about you. Never mentioned his proxy sister was fucking gorgeous though damn” Justin turned in the seat to look at you “Easy tiger, she’s got a boyfriend” you rolled your eyes “Can’t blame a girl for trying, can ya Voight?”

He shook his head “You’ve always been a damn flirt” you grinned “I think you’re just sore I never took you up on all your flirting back when we first met” Erin looked between the two of you “Oh do tell” Justin shook his head “Don’t you dare” you winked at her “I’ll buy you a drink while I’m in town and tell you all sorts of embarrassing stories you can hold over him”

When she pulled to a stop in front of a house you bumped Justin’s shoulder “Pretty decent place” he grinned “Yeah, pops does alright with CPD” you looked at Erin “You’re in his unit, aren’t you?” she nodded “Yes ma’am. You get a chance to stop by. I'll show you around the precinct” you grinned “Oh I’ll definitely take you up on that” Justin shook his head “Her boyfriend works in the unit too” you shrugged “I’m sure he can’t blame me for thinking she’s hot?” which caused Justin to roll his eyes but Erin simply grinned “Oh I like her”

You grabbed your backpack and Justin grabbed your duffle so you followed the two of them inside. “Yo pops” Justin called out as the three of you made it inside. You heard a deep, gravely voice that went straight through you called out “Kitchen” and a smirk slipped onto your face “Damn” they both looked your way and you shrugged “That man should do audiobooks or something. He’s got a good voice” Justin shook his head and dropped your duffle at the foot of the stairs “Come on”

You followed him into the kitchen and got your first look at the infamous Hank Voight. Broad shoulders, nice smile, brown eyes and all around a good looking man. “Damn” you repeated causing a grin to slip onto Erin’s face as Hank looked your way “You must be Y/N” you nodded and held your hand out “Yes sir but to be honest I’d probably respond to anything you called me”

Erin cackled and Justin turned bright red. Hank simply looked amused. “I’ll be sure to remember that sweetheart. Make yourself at home. Erin we gotta get to work”  She nodded and bumped your shoulder “Get my number out of Justin’s phone. Me and Jay will buy you lunch” you nodded at her but your eyes were currently watching Hank walk out “Ok”

You heard her say something to Justin then she started laughing harder before her and Hank left. As soon as the door closed Justin turned towards you “What the hell was that?”

You shrugged “What?” he waved around the room “You just hit on my father!” “He’s hot!” you defended and he looked mortified “I tried to get with you for a year and a half!” you grinned “And you are hot Justin. You really are but your dad is…well he’s daddy” and his mouth fell open “I can’t believe I invited you to stay here. I should’ve left your ass at a hotel”

You grinned “Aww come on Voight! I’ll buy you breakfast!” he shook his head “You better be glad you’re my best friend” you laughed and grabbed his arm “See? You’ve already forgiven me”

The first few days you were at Hank’s was easy to ignore just how attracted you were to your best friend’s dad. He was working a case that had him gone from early to late. You’d gone to the precinct to have lunch with Erin and her boyfriend Jay who as it turned out was as gorgeous as she was with just as good of a sense of humor. 

Hank had ended up showing you around and introducing you to the unit and the house sergeant Trudy Platt. Something about him walking you around with his hand on your lower back and warning everyone he introduced you to that they better be nice had you damn near dripping and the man had been a perfect gentleman,sadly.

After that you stayed clear of the precinct considering you knew about the case and could use that as your reasoning instead of “Oh if I come there many more days I may very well beg Hank to bend me over his desk” because one would go over so much better than the other”

It was friday night and you were laying across the bed in the room Hank had let you use while you were in town. You heard a knock on your door and glanced up from the book you were reading “Yeah?”

Justin popped his head in “Erin called, the unit is grabbing drinks. You in?” you shook your head “Naw, I think I’ll chill here. If you think it’s ok for me to be here by myself” he shrugged “Don’t see why not. We’ll be at Molly’s if you change your mind” you nodded “Thanks Voight” he grinned “No problem” after he left you turned back to your book.

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After about an hour you ventured downstairs in search of something to drink. You didn’t bother putting more clothes on considering you’d been lounging in a camisole and boxers. You figured Hank was out with his team and Justin would’ve let you know if he was back. You got to the base of the stairs and turned to go into the kitchen but when you walked past the living room you heard Hank’s voice “Well nice to see you’re comfortable in my house”

You gasped and jumped to see he was sitting on the couch, the tv on in front of him to the hockey game. You felt your face warm “Shit, sorry Hank. I um I didn’t know you were home.I'll go put more clothes on” he shook his head “Don’t on my account sweetheart”

You noticed how his eyes trailed over your body and felt your thighs clench from the weight of his gaze “I’m gonna grab a water” he nodded “You watch hockey? Game just started” you nodded “Yeah” you walked to the kitchen and grabbed the water then walked quickly back to the living room.

You sat down on the couch leaving a cushion between you and he cut his eyes at you “I’m not gonna bite or something sweetheart” you laughed lightly “What if I want you to?” then your eyes widened when you realized what you said. He turned to face you “What was that?” 

You sat the water on the coffee table and shrugged “I said what if I want you to bite me?” his eyes went from yours down to your lips then down to your chest where your breasts were damn near falling out of the top of the camisole “You’re the same age as my son” you nodded “And yet you just checked me out”

He looked up to your eyes and shook his head “You don’t know what you’re asking for” you grinned “Oh I think I do” he raised an eyebrow “You want this?” you nodded “Oh I’ve been thinking about it since I met you” 

He stood up and held his hand out “I don’t fuck on the couch, I’m too old for that shit” you took his hand with a smile “Then by all means Mr Voight lead the way” 

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Hank’s hands were rough but smooth as they ran over your body, his lips following their path. Light sighs escaping you. When he slid into you, those sighs turned into moans of his name. 

Your hands gripped his shoulder begging him to not stop. His hands went to your thighs, gripping hard enough you were certain you’d have bruises the following day but you could’ve cared less. All you could think about was how it felt as his cock brushed inside of you with every thrust, his fingers teasing your clit as he whispered in your ear “Look at you, pretty little thing begging to fuck me. Might just have to keep you”

You nor Hank had realized that Erin had decided to come by with Justin after Molly’s or that they’d come in downstairs. The moment they walked in the sounds of your moans hit their ears “Oh fuck Hank,please don’t stop..oh fuck..right there” 

Erin’s mouth fell open and she quickly covered it with her hand to muffle her laughter as they stumbled out of the house. Once they were outside she slapped Justin on the shoulder “Dude your dad is fucking your best friend who turned you down!” Justin glared at her “Shut up and go home to Jay!” 

@mcreadsstuff

[designing-witch-forms-4-ur-faves]

Could i request Angela from Lobotomy Corperation / Library of Ruina? They are a rather unique character and i would love to see your take on her!

Every day I learn about so many new games I gotta try out. I have never heard of lobotomy corporation but from what I’ve seen online it looks very fun! My birthday is coming soon in March, I might get myself lobotomy corporation on steam as a little birthday gift to myself.

Anyway, here’s what I came up with:

Erxleben Hammatt: the energy witch

As usual, concept art under the cut:

Thanks so much for requesting, I hope you like this! Have a nice day :D

[baji-sideblog]

Shower Thoughts

Cw masturbation, stalking, listening in on you in the shower

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Dean sits inside his bathroom listening in on you as you shower. He was glad the walls of your apartments were thin. Slowly he started to rub his cock through his pants groaning quietly as it hardens. When he hears you let out a little moan through the wall the half giant grabbed onto the tub to ground himself. His member throb against his pants struggling to get free.

“Fuck, how I just wish I could join you and breed that little body of yours. See you squirm scared at the idea of taking me.”

The more his thoughts yearned for you the harder he gripped onto the tub. Dean hearing your moans get louder started to buck his hips imaging you riding him. It wasn’t too surprising to him when his cock broke the zipper and button of his pants springing itself free. It was leaking lots of precum all over itself. He sighs and grabs his cock in his large hand pumping up and down.

“Gotta calm myself down. I’ll have them soon. And when I do I’ll finally get to satisfy myself.”

The giant bites down on his lips holding back his moans as he pumps his cock. Trying to match the speed of his movement to your moans. The moment he heard you climax Dean grunts climaxing himself. He pants catching his breath till smacking his head with his hand.

“Fuck me, I made a huge mess of my bathroom again. It’s gonna take me hours to clean all this cum…”

Rider laid down in a tree watching your bathroom window keeping himself hidden. He was very much enjoying the view of you showering even in he couldn’t see much. The man could feel the tip of his tail flick back n forth eagerly. Wanting to pounce on his most beloved person.

“Look at them so cute, so sexy. This is my favorite part of the day watching them like this. When I get my hands on them I’m never letting go.”

Rider ignored his hardening cock trying to just focus on you, plus jacking off in a tree isn’t the most comfortable. He carefully leans closer out of the tree to get a better view of you. His tail moved subconsciously towards the tent in his pants rubbing against it to get some relief.

“Come on baby, come on start moving that body of yours. Let me get a better look at you.”

The artamea man gasp as he fell out of the tree having leaned too far forward. Landing on the ground Rider quickly hides in the shadows to not alert you more than he has.

“I’m glad I’m tall so the fall wasn’t too hard…still I didn’t even get to see their ass…”

ᥫ᭡₊˚⊹ꨄ ᥫ᭡₊˚⊹ꨄ ᥫ᭡₊˚⊹ꨄ ᥫ᭡₊˚⊹ꨄ ᥫ᭡₊˚⊹ꨄ ᥫ᭡₊˚⊹ꨄ ᥫ᭡₊˚

[coastershells]

could you maybe write a johnny cade story pleaseeee

S O M E T I M E S . . .

( you gotta … close a door , to open a window. )

IN WHICH — you catch johnny sleeping in the lot in the snow.

⚠️ : no warnings!! i can’t write johnny in smut like that , it just icks me :c / requested? | yes!! : no

ꔫ - wc — 1k

“ johnny? ” you whisper , he doesn’t hear you.

he’s sleeping.

you wonder how , it’s so cold out.

“ johnny. ” you say , but louder. his hair slightly moved out of his face. he looked peaceful , but he was shivering.

you were outside at the lot , you knew johnny slept here a lot , but he promised he wouldn’t tonight.

the ground was covered in snow , extremely clear because it had just stopped and nothing dirty had time to land on it. he had a blanket , sure , but sleeping in the snow won’t do it for you. he could die out here.

he said his parents were fighting and he didn’t want his old man yelling at him tonight , so he would head over to the curtis’ house. apparently , when you went to check on him , they claimed he had left an hour ago. you believe it was longer than that , the way ponyboy looked at you from across the room spoke louder than the lies darry was feeding you.

your parents care for johnny just as much as you do. treating him like he’s gold. you can’t count how many times he’s spent the night over your house.

so with that , you get closer to him , and place a hand on his head , rubbing him awake.

“ johnny , get up , come on. ” you say loud enough to be heard over the wind , you hear him make a groaning sound and he finally begins to move. he had you thinking just ever so slightly that he was dead. you don’t know what you’d do then.

he blinks , rubbing his eyes and letting out a full body shiver , and then turns to you.

and he freezes. almost more than he already was.

“ why are you — ” he pauses , and when he breathes out you can see it. it’s so cold out. “ w - why are you out — out here? ” he says , looking down at what you’re wearing , and his shoulders seem to go down when he realizes you’re wearing a coat.

“ you promised me you were going somewhere warm. ”

“ i am warm. ”

“ you’re shaking , and i’m cold even in this coat. johnny , please. ” you say , and he sits up all the way.

“ ponyboy and darry were having it out. didn’t want to walk to buck’s. so i came here. ”

“ johnny. ” you say , almost irritated and he looks shameful. neither of you dared to mention the fact your house was an option. and he knew it.

“ i couldn’t burden you , it’s so cold and late — i.. ” he trails off , realizing he betrayed his own words. so much for him saying it wasn’t cold. “ i couldn’t. i’m sorry. ”

you stand up from your kneeling position and wipe your knees off. “ we are going to my place. no arguments. ” you say , and all he does is nod , he leaves the blanket , which you assume is for the next time he sleeps there.

which won’t be anytime soon. you hate when he sleeps at the lot.

“ johnny , ” you start and he looks the other way as you begin walking down the street. he lightly tells you to watch out for the ice between your sentence. “ you don’t burden me when you ask these type of things , okay? i wanna be here for you. you start coming over to my house. ”

“ okay.. i will. ” he says quietly.

the rest of the walk is silent , or it’s you filling that in by telling him what you guys are gonna do when you get home , he’ll shower , eat , and you guys can watch whatever he wants to. he nods , like he isn’t listening , but you know that’s just his way of speaking when it’s late and he’s in trouble. you’re mad at him , and he knows it.

“ i love you , johnny. ”

he hesitates , obviously not expecting that from you tonight.

“ i love you too. ” he says with a shaky voice. you think he’s gonna cry , but you also don’t want to look over at him because he might just be cold.

when you end up making it back to your place , johnny is like an obedient puppy whenever you tell him to do something. he immediately gets into the shower , eats all of his food just to see you happy and get your praise. and as the night grows old , you’re cradled in his embrace.

“ [name]. ” he calls out , your eyes open just so slightly , and you move a little. johnny seems to disapprove of that because he tightens his arms around your waist , and he rests his head on your shoulder , his voice tickles it. you make a sound of acknowledgement and he begins again.

“ i’m sorry. ” he sounds like he’s about to cry again. and you think ; he’s so whiny. “ m’sorry for not ever runnin’ to you — you’re my girlfriend and i should but i — ”

you hush him , and you’re positive that this is what you want to use the last of your energy on. “ it’s okay , johnny. i forgive you , alright? i’m not mad at you. i just want you to know i’m here. ” you say and you turn over to face him. he wiped his face as you did that but you can see the stain on the pillow from his tears , you wouldn’t have been able to tell if you hadn’t left your window open.

“ i’m sorry. i love you. i love you so much. ” he presses his chest against you and you laugh.

“ i love you more , you’re such a crybaby though. but i love you. ”

johnny finally gets to go to sleep warm.

AUUGKCJG.. hi… everyone.. so.. um.

i’m working on requests rn , i’m doing small drafts , redos if i don’t like , and i have a random dallas x reader that’ll probably never see the light of day.. 😁 fully done and god knows how long it is , probably short it wtv. anyways i decided not to tag anyone in this one because idk how y’all roll with johnny!! anyways back into my hole i go. cya whenever i do!! also i apologize for this being so short. i have anon NO justice but i’ll end up rewriting this or adding onto it sooner or later.

someone please kill me

[fandomwe1rd0]

Gah, I love how while Rick tends to have pretty low empathy, he still empathizes with people who have lost loved ones. Obviously, there's the old man in the seat. Where Rick didn't kill Tony after hearing that Tony's wife died. He even paid respects at his funeral, even giving his dad a cloning kit to make a new son. And regretting that he didn't become his friend.

My favorite example of this thought HAS to be in analyze piss. When Pissmaster's daughter came to the door, he could've left immediately, which is what he would've done if she didn't say "Dad?" You can instantly see Rick's face change as soon as he heard that. But the final straw? The one that made Rick pretend to be Pissmaster to comfort her?

When she said, "Look, if you were ever to do something, I'd never stop blaming myself."

Sound familiar?

Like a certain mad scientist, who we know blames himself for his wife and child's death?

This was what made him decide to pretend to be Pissmaster and comfort her, saying that he wasn't going to do anything.

He also pretended to BE Pissmaster, so he can fulfill Pissmaster's final wish of wanting to prove that people don't just want to see him fail. And to give him a heroic death, this was literally at NO BENEFIT to Rick, he simply did it out of the kindness of his heart. Which is something I'd never thought I'd say in relation to Rick, but it happened! He was SUCH a good, selfless person in this episode, it's literally insane. He couldn't even bring himself to tell Jerry what had happened to Pissmaster. Which is someone who, mind you, in other seasons, he tends to despise, yet he put Jerry's feelings first here. Even when Jerry apologizes to Rick at the end, before he knows Rick isn't Pissmaster, he instantly forgave him so that Jerry would have a clean conscience. This is the same person who was going to KILL JERRY at the end of season 3.

He did tell Morty about Pissmaster's death, which wasn't cool. But it was clear that he didn't do it out of malice, wanting Morty to keep this massive secret as a way to exert control over him, which DEFINETILY sounds like something season 4 Rick would do, he just couldn't keep it in anymore. And Morty actually stood up to Rick, not keeping this secret for Rick's sake. Which is also really cool of Morty! I gotta make a post on Morty's character development too one day. Maybeeee I will if I hit 350 followers...

Hell, season 4 Rick wouldn't even DO anything season 6 Rick did in this episode, besides maybeeeee comfort Pissmaster's daughter, but even then, I'm still not totally sure.

This is why I love this old man so much (Besides some other reasons) His character development is SO GOOD! I love him sm istg.

[alexjcrowley]

When people ask me what are my tastes in reading, my first impulse is to say "the classics" but then I remember I bought a book from a still living author I had never heard about because the plot had been described to me as "a long phone call between a veterinarian and old lady widow farmer whose emotional support pet chicken has become hypnotised by a washing machine commercial".

[xxplastic-cubexx]

On the topic of Charles and sports, I bring you Charles playing Murderball! (Wheelchair rugby)

local wheelchair-bound professor shocks students by how visceral he gets during a game of murderball (name unrelated)

[zalliafawn]

Drawing my favorite super quantum unit intel processor again. I fluffed to close too the sun though with his hair.

Consulting squip is literally soooo fun to draw. He's so pretty and like, i love the Codes n shit ahhhhh. My biggest inspiration hahaha ./////.

Biting him biting him.

(Please look at all the things behind him, i decided to hand write all the letters and numbers because im a neurotic psycho haha. I love him so much though so it's fine)

[01010011 01101110 01110101 01100111 01100111 01101100 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01101000 01101001 01101101 00100000 00111100 00110011]

[R2l2ZXMgeW91ciB0d2luayBhIG11bGxldAo=]

[SSB3YW50IHRvIGh1ZyBoaW0uIEhlIGxvb2tzIHNvIGh1Z2dhYmxlLiBFdmVyeXRoaW5nIGFib3V0IGhpbSBpcyBzbyBwcmV0dHkgYWhoaGg=]

(There are other codes than these 3. I believe there are 7!!! :D)

@consulting-squip

[jrueships]

guess whos not going in at all this week, actually

[radioisntdead]

listening to ASMR again, WHY DO THEY KEEP KILLING OFF MY FAMILY??? WHAT DID THEY DO?? THEY COULD BE ALIVE? THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE PLOT YOU JUST KILLED THEM OFF FOR FUN???

[funkle420]

god artists really do just pass around the same $20 bill cause dude over half my clients are other artists 😭 and usually they're the ones that tip well!! i just wish i could afford to also commission other artists and buy stuff from their shops!

[ilikerosesalot]

Yeah I'm doing okay (lie) (watched an isat animation last night) (it was trust ceremony) (brain hasn't stopped thinking since)