#I had deleted the wrong ask by accident. I'm so sorry!

[lxvvie]

fuck nasty!Ghost who shows you how much he misses you.

You were out running errands, leaving Simon, home from his latest deployment, to his own devices. All was going well—so you thought—until you heard the telltale ping of your phone and saw that he had texted you.

Simon probably needed you to pick something up for him on the way home. Mm. Doable. You opened the text under that innocent assumption.

And you know what they say about making assumptions.

Because right there in front of your very eyes was a picture of underwear. Your underwear. Your favorite pair of underwear. Your favorite pair of underwear you'd been searching for while you were getting dressed this morning.

They were covered in cum. Simon's cum.

You receive another text not even a second later: Miss you, sweetheart.

It was a miracle you didn't drop your phone.

[lazyollie]

Ninjago headcanons- Reader with low iron

•Reader wants to spend more time with her ninja friend so she asks them to train them, but her low iron gets in the way so they end up passing out or throwing up.•

I'm sorry for the requester. I accidently deleted your request but I want to make it for you so here we are.

Warnings: bad grammar, typos, might be I misunderstood the signs of low iron

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Lloyd

☆° When you asked him to train you he saw this as a great apportinity to be finally someone's sensei.

☆° So he was obviously excited. He was that excited that he haven't noticed the signs of low iron.

☆° You were glad he didn't, because you want to spend more time with him. That was the goal.

☆° Soon your low iron took effect and standing up without losing your vision for few seconds was rare and lucky moments.

☆° Your skin got pale, but you still pushed yourself and then your body had enough and you passed out.

☆° Lloyd watched as you fall to the ground shocked, guilt running through his mind thinking he's trainings were too much for you.

☆° He ran to you trying to wake you up by gently slapping your face with his hand. You slowly blinked a few your vision bit blurry.

☆° He let out a sigh of relief and took you inside and got Wu to check up on you. Lloyd took you to your room so you can rest.

☆° When you wake up he sat next to your bed with a worried look on his face. It was the time for you to confess.

"Oh Y/n. You shouldn't have do that. You could have just ask me to spend more time with you. I know I have a lot of duties, but I always have time for you. And please don't ever do that, I was so worried about you.. "

Cole

☆° He was kinda surprised at first but then he became nervous about training you. I mean he liked the idea of protecting yourself, but he felt nervous hurting you during it.

☆° He hesitated to agree, but then he did. So you started to show up at training happily, finally being together without getting inturepted by ninja things.

☆° You guys had fun somehow both of you made the trainings exciting and funny. So it was a double win.

☆° Unfourtunatily, you realised something was wrong. You experienced chest pain and you had head aches more often. Trainings became difficult as you got dizzier everytime you had to make a move.

☆° You didn't dare to tell Cole about this in fear he will end your trainings. You didn't want to get back to normal and being alone all the time.

☆° You were middle of training when you felt cold and hot at the same time, your chest pain getting worse and then your body reacted.

☆° You croached down and before you could stop it you threw up. Cole rushed to you asking what's wrong.

☆° Your vision got blurry as all the energy left your body and you passed out in Cole arms.

☆° You woke up in your bedroom with Cole's head resting on your lap as he was sleeping. He was too worried for you to just left you.

☆° Your hand travelled to his hair your fingers playing with it as you looked at him guilty. You wanted to spend time with him but for what cost..

☆° Your caresses woke him up and he quieckly grabbed your hand looking at you worried asking "are you okay?". You had no choice but to confess.

"That was all that for. I know it something is behind all of this. You would never get yourself under that much pressure. Nevermind, let's talk about that later. I'm sorry I haven't noticed before how I partially neglected you. Please forgive me, I will be more attentive about how I treat my surrondings, especially you."

Kai

☆° When you came to him after a big mission he was more than pleased. But when you asked him to train you he never felt more proud.

☆° Proud of himself that YOU, the beautiful Y/n, wants to be trained by him. (Okay I will stop. That was cringe).

☆° He started your trainings right after the day he came home, excited to finally teach his civilian friend how to take a great hit on someone.

☆° At your first lesson you already experienced dizzines and weakness. First you thought that your muscles haven't get used to excercises.

☆° Later when your dizzines and weakness haven't dissappeared but even gotting worse you know something was wrong, but refused to go see a doctor so you won't get caught.

☆° So you pushed yourself harder thinking it will fix the situation, but not really got you even worse.

☆° Kai haven't noticed any struggle you were in. He thought that you might be a slow learner so he cut off of the pace.

☆° You were repeating his moves but it was sloppy and you seem to be out of breath. You asked him to stop for a minute and he got concerned.

☆° He was walking towards and suddenly you became uncoinceous. Luckily he could catch you in time.

☆° Your skin was hot, like really hot. He quieckly carried you inside, laying you down on a coach. He ran to the kitchen to get you a wet towel putting it on your head in hope it will cool you down.

☆° It did. When you were fully recovered he asked you about everything as tears appaered in your eyes.

☆°...

"Oh dear...I'm so sorry. I didn't know that it upsetted you so much, I should have known. I will spare extra time for you when It's just two of us and no ninja things. Now please stop crying..."

Zane

☆° He already knew about why do you want him to train you. He also liked the idea to finally be together and get you worked out.

☆° So he didn't complain until he noticed the very first signs of something wrong before you. Since it was so early he didn't know what.

☆° You continued training with him during these he told you some funfacts about humanity, robotics and every other topics.

☆° You both learned a lot from each other, not just training your body but, your brain/data-base.

☆° After a few weeks of training your health got worse and he knew. He knew why your skin turned pale, why are you running to the bathroom right after the trainings.

☆° He once got you throwing up after training, walking up towards you, putting his hand on your back in a comforting way.

☆° He got you to sit down to the kitchen table while he was making a tea for you. When it was ready he poured it into a mug and gave it to you.

☆° You sat quiet looking at your tea while you didn't know what to say.

"I-" -you tried to say, but he cut you off.

"I know. I know why you did all of this. I'm sorry I didn't know you felt lonely and I just made it worse for you. Don't put yourself well-being in danger. Low iron is a serious problem and it can cause you more pain than you think. Please just talk to me when you feel down or I hurt your feelings."

Jay

☆° He looked at you confused when you asked him. Like why would you ask HIM to teach you some self-defense.

☆° He didn't mind though. It's just a friendly trainings and if you want to be stronger why step into your way.

☆° Well, the trainins mostly were cracking jokes and doing stupid things. But of course, you learned something.

☆° Your health took a turn mid way the training. You experienced some headaches and slight dizzines, but never rapid heart beat and feeling like you're out of breath.

☆° He noticed your heavy breathings and how your body was trembling a bit so he asked that are you okay, but you shrugged it off that it will pass soon.

☆° But oh God how your vision was blurry and your whole body feels like being stabbed with 100 of knifes. And then everything slowed down and emptiness.

☆° You passed out, now laying on the ground. Jay's soul left his body shocked and paniced he rushed to your side. He yelled for the others to help and everyone ran out to check what was wrong.

☆° The others confirmed that you just passed out and you won't die what calmed him a bit, but he was still extramely worried for you.

☆° When you woke up in your bed you had a painful headache, probably from the fall. You opened the door to search for someone to explain what happened, because your last memory was that you felt tired.

☆° On your way to the livingroom you bumped into Jay who was on his way to your bedroom to bring you some ice for you head.

☆° When he saw you he yelled your name with a smile hugging you tightly but attentive with his strenght, after you passed out like 5-10 minutes ago after all.

☆° He let go of you and looked at you angry.

"Now go back to your room! You're still in a bad condition. Don't explain anything I know about your low iron.." *he softens* "Why didn't you tell me about it? Don't worry I will tell you what happened at training just go inside and lay down on the bed so I can take care of you."

Nya

☆° She was amazed that you asked him to train you. She felt proud of you leaving your comfort zone so you can learn how to protect yourself.

☆° You might have expected a light friendly training where you can share your thoughts and updates about your life.

☆° Well, that's really how that happened. She was hard on you and about your training really wanting to teach you something.

☆° It wouldn't be a problem if she wouldn't take it too seriously like your life depends on it, which is a half true.

☆° Your low iron instantly take effect on your body having intense headaches and chest pains during activity.

☆° But here you were and you didn't dare to quit training. 'It's just some headache I can survive that' you thought..

☆° At one of your trainings your chest pain was that bad that it made it hard to breath. You were almost suffocating and something clicked in Nya.

☆° She ran to you making you stop whatever you were doing, turning you to face her. She's eyes widened when you were barely on your feet, your whole body trembling.

☆° How did she never notice she asked herself but before she could even think for an answer you passed out falling in her arms.

☆° She immediatly felt bad to train you that hard and not paying attention to your health.

☆° Now there she was beside your bed taking your hand in hers. Feeling guilty even if that wasn't fully her fault.

☆° When you woke up she immediatly started apologising.

"I'm so sorry that I was that hard on you. I could have been more attentive about what you are capable of. I'm also sorry that I left you alone so many times. And if that's the reason why you wanted me to train you I'm double sorry. Please remind me when I'm harsh on you. You're my friend yoi shouldn't be hurt by me..or because of me."

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This headcanon is mixed like silly, angst, fluffy. I had different moods everytime I wrote them. Maybe that's the reason.

Actually I'm working on a project to introduce my OC. I will yap about her a lot, because her character ended up well-written.

Love y'all<3

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Could you write a connor stoll x daughter of Athena reader. Where connor watches the reader and another person do romantic kareoke and he gets jelous because he think the reader likes that person.

⬆️This was an anonymous ask, which I unfortunately lost because I accidently deleted it😭 I'm so sorry to whoever requested this, I hope you still find it in some way!

All my Loving

connor stoll x daughterofathena! reader

Summary: basically what the request says, made it a bit christmassy because its in less than a week (2 days now), and i miss the spirit

Warnings: none (I think), probs ooc everyone. We're just gonna ignore the fact that the Camp has the barrier that stops it from raining inside okay? I kind of forgot don't hate me love you guys xoxo. English isn't my first language, so there could be some errors

22nd of December. It was almost Christmas, and Camp Half-Blood was in a fuss between Christmas decorations, some of the campers packing to go back to their families the day after for the Holiday, and the preparations for the 24th and 25th for the other campers who would stay, everyone had something to do and somewhere to be, not leaving a lot of free time to wish everyone goodbye and a Merry Christmas.

Here came the Hermes Cabin, as always, to 'save the day' - as said by its residents. They decided to host a karaoke night on the 22nd as a sort of pre-Christmas celebration, so everyone could also enjoy it with their friends who would go away the next day.

Of course, everyone was invited - although it was still a mystery how the Hermes Cabin was always capable of pulling out all these big parties without getting in trouble - but you were still debating on whether to go or not, not being the most social type, and definitely not very inclined to be singing, but after contemplating for some minutes, you decided to cave in and go. Most of your half-brothers and sisters wouldn't be there, but, after all, Connor did ask you personally to come, saying that 'you would really do him a favour' because 'everyone was just so boring and no fun to be around', and you just couldn't say no to him, you were, besides, quite fond of both him and his brother and it would be rude to just not go.

I mean, you wouldn't have to sing anyways if you didn't want to, right? You could just go, have fun with your friends, have a few drinks, watch other people sing and, most importantly, spend a bit of time with Connor before you went back home to your family for the holiday's.

Well, you were wrong. Almost everything was going perfectly. You arrived at the cabin, said hello to some of your friends, poured yourself a drink, and then, as planned, you went to search for Connor, who you found in a corner next to his brother, who scattered away (not without tripping at least a few times) almost immediately after greeting you with a quick "Oh hello there, how are you? Everything okay? Hope you're enjoying yourself. Oh, just a minute, will you? I think someone's calling me - and then turning to his brother - catch you later, Con."

And that left just you and Connor alone, in an awkward silence. Although you were usually so talkative with him, it really wasn't so hard to open up when he was around. He always let you feel so comfortable without even trying, you guessed it was in his demeanour, the way he walked, the way he acted, you didn't know exactly, but he definitely wasn't much of an awkward person as you were, quite confident of himself, but quieter than his brother, calmer, which made him more likable in your opinion. He was fun to be around, very animated, but when needed, he could also be very sensible and almost a shoulder to cry on. He was just so.. warm, almost like the sun, or an oven! You weren't sure how to put it, but he did really remind you of freshly baked cookies, who were still warm ones out of the oven, but that you had to wait for to cool down before eating, otherwise it would be 'bad' for your stomach (at least according to your dad).

But maybe it was something in the air that night, the music was really loud and you already could barely hear yourself over the others singing, maybe it was Travis' abrupt disappearance, but neither of you said a word, not even a 'hello' or a 'how are you?' After some seconds, what must have felt like minutes, you decided to be the first one to break the silence, then you saw that he too wanted to say something, and opting to let him take the word instead, you leaned in to hear him better. But just then, some of your other friends called you, wanting you to come sing with them and even after making it pretty clear that you had no intention whatsoever of participating, they still dragged you out to the karaoke section, pretty much forcing you to sing at this point. Maybe you were exaggerating - well, you were definitely exaggerating - but at that moment, it felt like being processed to death, tragically waiting for a guillotine to cut your head off.

You didn't know how it happened, but you ended up having to sing a duet with some Apollo boy you didn't even know well, although quite cute in your opinion, you couldn't even seem to recall his name.

Not quite as bad as you thought it would be, the song went by really fast, and you could even say you had fun. After chatting a bit with the Apollo kid, finally remembering his name, and him suggesting to spend more time together once in a while, having enjoyed himself, you bid goodbye and immediately went back to find Connor, still a bit embarrassed by the public scene, which you still wished to have avoided.

Though, not being able to find Connor anywhere, you decided to ask his brother if he had seen him.

"Connor? I think I saw him going outside just a few minutes ago. If you see him, tell him to come inside quickly, will you? It's like freezing out there, and I don't even think he took his coat with him"

You thanked Travis, grabbed Connor's coat, which he left in the cabin (by demand of his older brother), and went outside as well, hoping to catch up with the latter, wherever he went to.

Travis was right. It was indeed freezing, and in the time you spent in the Hermes Cabin, it also had begun to snow. Realising this, your heart couldn't help but to warm up a little. You absolutely loved snow, especially in this time of the year, only adding more to the Christmas spirit already strong around the Camp.

You eventually found Connor after a while near the beach, the sand now mixing with the snow that was falling, secretly thanking the Gods that he didn't go into the forest or it would've been probably impossible to find him.

He was sitting on a random trench, with his back to you, looking out in the distance, to the stars or the sea you didn't know which, still not having noticed your presence behind him.

So, you carefully went up to him, anxious of approaching, like reaching out for a baby deer who would otherwise get scared if you were too loud. Not only that, but you were also anxious about what to say. He looked upset, and you didn't know why. For how much you tried, you just couldn't think of what could've made him so distressed. Was it something you said? Well, you didn't exactly say anything... was that it? Did he expect you to have said something? Had he wanted to tell you something before you were dragged away by your friends? Maybe it was just the change in the weather that affected him so much. It was always pretty warm at Camp anyway. Maybe it was something that had been going on all day, and you just didn't know. You only first saw him this evening, and he already looked pretty off.

Whatever it could've been, you decided to just go and rip the band-aid off. You would've to ask him directly what was wrong, so you could try and help and comfort him.

You were now not even a few steps behind him, but he was still oblivious of you being there (sometimes you asked yourself how he was still alive with how bad his hearing and reflexes were), so you extended your hand towards him, the one with which you were holding his coat, and poked him on his shoulder, finally capturing his attention.

'Here, put it on, your brother is going to kill us both if you don't', you said, referring to the jacket, trying to relieve some of the tension around the air.

He didn't protest and grabbed the jacket, but he still didn't say anything and turned away immediately, his face impassable.

You set next to him, and for a while, just looked at him, not saying anything. Anxiety filled your stomach up to the point you thought you were going to feel sick. He didn't look only upset anymore but actually mad. Angry. And you were so scared it had to do with something you did. In the fraction of time you used to contemplate on what to say and how to start the conversation you were clearly about to have, he beat you to it and started first.

'Well, thanks for the coat. You can go back now if you'd like', he said, irritated, not once looking at your direction but keeping his eyes fixed on a vanishing point which you still couldn't figure out.

'Is something wrong? You know if something happened you can just tell me, I'm here to help you you know. Just.. please, I don't like to see you like this. You know if it's something I did, I'm sorry, I didn't realise. But just tell me, okay? I'm so sorry if I hurt you in any way.' You were desperate at this point, just hoping this would end soon. You'd never seen Connor this upset, and it quite frankly scared you a bit.

But just then, his gaze softened. He just couldn't stay mad at you, not like this, not seeing how much stress this caused you. He wasn't even mad at you. He could never be mad at you, not even if his life depended on it, he thought.

'No, I'm sorry, okay. Really. Just forget about it, I'm overreacting. It's nothing'. Although his voice was sincere, he felt like he needed to say more than that, much more, if he wanted to make it better. 'Look.. it's just that.. well. Just give me a moment, will you? I need to think of how to say this right.' It was now his turn to feel anxious, and he started picking at everything he could find to keep calm. His nails, the wood on the trench you two were sitting on, the zipper of his jacket, and so on.

You weren't doing much better, shaking your legs up and down, picking at the skin of your lips, and basically dying of anxiety. If you were exaggerating before, now you definitely weren't. You would've preferred the guillotine over this at any moment.

'Yes, of course, take all the time that you need. I'm here for you.'

And after that, it fell silent. The only sound you could hear were the waves of the sea and the snow falling on the both of you, and in the distance, a bit of the long forgotten party going on in the Hermes Cabin. You were now only waiting for Connor to start speaking. You wanted to say patiently, but it was eating you up inside.

A few minutes went by, and you couldn't take it anymore. You were about to say something before he beat you to it again.

'Okay, so this isn't going to be easy to say, but I want you to listen to me until I'm done. Please. I know I'm not the best speaker in the world, and I really did want to make this more worthy of you, more meaningful, but I'm probably gonna mess things up, so I'm sorry in advance, but just try and listen, okay?' He began, carefully, and you just nodded, following his instruction and waiting for him to continue.

'Okay so, well, I thought this was honestly kind of obvious already - he said this with a smile - but I really like you, and I mean really, since at least a few years I think already. And seeing you with that Apollo kid, I don't know it just made me mad, I thought I couldn't stand a chance against someone like that, so much more talented and what not than me. And not only him, I mean everyone. You're just so perfect in every sense, and I know you could do so much better than me, so I got a bit self-conscious, but that's it. I'm so sorry for worrying you. It really wasn't my intention to be such a dick, but my emotions got the better of me.'

You were left speechless. You really didn't know what to say. Not even a sound could come out of your mouth at that point. Luckily, it didn't have to because Connor went on before you could even think of anything to say.

'No, wait, don't say anything yet. I'm not finished. I want to say it better. This is definitely not how I imagined this. You know I made up so many speeches in my head, practising on what I would tell you if ever came the right moment. But I forgot all of them now, so I'll just have to figure something out,

'I am every second more infatuated by your presence, by your kindness, your beauty. You leave me without breath every time that I see you, and every time, just a bit more than the day before. Every time I look up at the stars, I'm reminded of you, perplexed on how the Gods didn't take you as the inspiration of such creations. Every time I look up at the moon, I can't think of anything else other than how your beauty surpasses even hers, how the reflection of the moonlight on the water isn't just an allegory of you. Because it's something so beautiful that you just can't take your eyes off it. How honey isn't scraped directly from your voice because it's even more sweet and warm than a cup of tea. You fill me with joy of which I've never experienced before, which I didn't even know was real. I'm at every second more and more confused on how all of nature doesn't revolve around you, on how it wasn't created for you and because of you, for at every thing I look at I am every constant reminded of you. If I ever was to meet Aphrodite, I know she would take your appearance and, although I can't dare say you are more beautiful than her or you know what would happen, I can say that in this world and all the universe you are one of the Gods' most beautiful creations. That if it weren't for Prometheus, I would steal the fire just for you, and you only, to keep you warm from days like this one. To keep you warm like you do constantly to me, by just your mere presence, by just an insignificant conversation you could have with me, which I hold dear forever and never forget. What I'm trying to say is that I don't only like you, no... no. I would hold up the sky full of stars and galaxies for you, I would go up to the moon to retrieve your lost items for you, even just to see your smile, to see you happy, to know that you are content. For you have already stolen my soul and hold my heart, I couldn't sell it to the devil, but I would, just to let him promise me to always keep you safe, that nothing could ever touch or hurt you. For you only I think and plan, for you only I ever want to live on. I love you, I really do, and I only hope for you to love me back at your own pace and time. But I could never force you to do anything. If you don't reciprocate my feelings, let's forget about this. Just go on with our daily lives. A simple no, or just a shake of your head, will silence me forever, I won't ever bother you again, I promise. But if there's even just one chance, a little bit of hope that you could give me a try, please don't let me wait for too long. Because how I am to take even one second longer of this I do not know.'

And with this, he stopped talking. He went completely mute, now only waiting for your answer, for a little hope.

But you didn't know what to say, how could after such a speech, such a confession? Anything you would say, even if meaningful, would never compete to something such beautiful and utterly captivating as this.

So you opted for saying exactly that.

'Connor.. I.. I'm really speechless, I don't know what to say, no, everything I would say could never compete with what you just did. I'm so sorry, but I really don't know how to own up to that.' You said with the biggest smile you ever had, which started growing since Connor began to speak.

'No, don't worry about that, just tell me, please. A yes or a no would be sufficient enough.' The poor boy was so stressed, but you couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't you mocking him or anything like that. It was a genuinely happy laugh, like you've never had before. He also started laughing at this, being influenced by you.

'Stop laughing, I'm serious. You're making me sweat cold here.' He said, finally lighting up from his serious stance.

'I'm so sorry, but I just really can't see how you could've become this worked up only because I was singing Last Christmas with some guy. Like, really, from all the songs Last Christmas, that's not even classifiable as a real love song.' At this point, you just couldn't stop laughing, completely captivated, almost not being able to breathe anymore.

'Hey! That's not true. It's one of the greatest love songs ever written. And I'm honestly quite offended you didn't sing it with me, okay. You know how much I love Wham!' Saying this, he also kicked your leg playfully. Finally, the mood was completely lightened up. Now, the interaction being like one of the many you had every day.

'Okay, now on a serious note', you began, and you could see Connor tensing up again, 'yes. And a million times, yes. I really like you, Connor, and I've had probably since I came to this camp. I could even say that I love you too.. but maybe for that, I do need a bit of time. But I do want to give it a try, and more than one if need to. Just don't make anything like that up anymore. Otherwise, I'd just look like a bad girlfriend, okay? I can't even come up with a good speech to convince my dad to let me adopt a cat, even think of confessing my undying love for you. I just think I need a little bit more time than you, but I'll get there eventually, I promise. Just wait until you'll get a Jane Austen type letter under your pillow.' You finally said, as sincere as you could. You were truly so happy, and you think you've never been this happy ever in your life (at least not until your dad would finally cave in and let you get a cat).

Connor, too, was happy. Oh, so happy, he thought he could break out in some type of dance right there and walk up to the sky to get a handful of stars to gift to you. But that was impossible, so he opted to wrap an arm around you and let you rest your head on his shoulder.

And like that, you stayed for a while, just you two together under the snow looking up at the stars and into the horizon.

'Don't worry, if we ever move in together, we're gonna adopt not one cat, but at least twenty, be sure of that.' He said.

Okayy this is it! I really hope you like this. omg, it came out so much longer than I was expecting. Also im so sorry it took so long to write but I was really busy with school! Also im honestly very happy about the ending. Hope you guys like it!

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He's Still My Father (Father!Count Olaf x GN!Child!Reader) [Platonic]

Summary: You are Count Olafs child from a woman he truly loved, who is now gone due to...unfortunate events. You meet the Baudelaires who are now suffering in the care of your father, will you help them? Or are you really your fathers child? Pronouns: You/Yours, ‘Child’ Warnings: Typical ASOUE timeline events, and not a good father child relationship Word Count: 2.0k A/N: God, I was planning the layout of the post to add the fic and I am an idiot and posted it before it was ready. So I had to delete it and then deleted it WITH the request by accident. I am so sorry to whoever requested. It's here now though, I'm so sorry, I love you so much, thank you for requesting. I'm just stupid lmao, I hope you like it, I hope you remember you requested to me. I'm so sorry again.

The Baudelaire children, Violet, Klaus, and Sunny were orphans. After their parents' tragic death in a house fire, they were sent to live with their closest living relative. That relative's name was Count Olaf.

He was pale, tall, and extremely thin. He had grayish white receding hair, a long unibrow, a hooked nose, and a tattoo of an eye on his ankle. He was unsettling to look at. The Baudelaires tried to look past his appearance and the appearance of the home that didn’t look lived in. They tried but Count Olaf showed his true colors the moment Mr Poe, the banker responsible for the children's fortune left to them by their parents, had left the grounds. Olaf was greedy, obsessive, rude, and vile.

The only thing even slightly keeping the children afloat in the terrible conditions was the neighbor across the street and Count Olafs child, you. 

Your father was the worst man the Baudelaires had come to know, so they didn’t know what to think of you. You were quiet as he spoke, standing to his side, chest puffed out and proud. You occasionally joined in dance numbers and ate with the troop, but other than that you weren’t necessarily acknowledged. For all the Baudelaires knew, you could be just as horrible as your father.

After the dinner that went terribly wrong, the three were in the attic. Klaus was holding his cheek that was slightly bruised due to Count Olaf slapping him at the table, he was sat against the wall. Violet was across the room putting Sunny to sleep. There was silence in the air, nothing but the sounds of crickets since their window wouldn’t close that night.

Through the silence, soft footsteps were barely heard, they were drawing near the room the Baudelaires were in. Violet turned her head quickly and stood in front of the makeshift area they made for Sunny and Kalus stood in front of the door, waiting for Olaf to enter the room.

The door slowly and quietly opened and your head peeked in to see if they were asleep. The two eldest Baudelaires were still on guard, but their defense lowered a bit when they saw it was just you.

“Oh, you guys are awake, good.” You told them, walking into the room and shutting the door quietly. Klaus and Violet looked at each other, having a silent conversation but neither had an answer for why you were there.

You cleared your throat, bringing attention back to you. You danced on your heels slightly, “If you guys are done with,” You waved your hand towards them, “whatever it is you guys are doing.” You finished, sighing a bit, “I brought a med kit.” 

Klaus’s eyes narrowed at you but Violet gave you a weak smile. “A med kit?” She asked, smoothing her dress, walking to you. You nodded and handed it to her awkwardly, looking to the floor, “Dinner was quite brutal…so I snuck it out of my fathers bathroom.” You mumbled, kicking the wood on the ground a bit. 

Violet's smile was soft towards you, as were her eyes. She took the medicine kit from your slightly trembling hands, “Thank you.” She told you gently, trying to catch your eyes. When you met her eyes you just looked away, rubbing your neck. “That was all really, I’ll be in my room.” You announced, turning to the door.

“Why are you helping us?” Klaus’s voice asked quietly as to not wake the whole house with how he was fuming, but you could tell he was angry with how sharp his words were. He had every right to be angry, you were their age and you haven’t done anything. 

You stayed turned, tilting your head as you nodded, blinking back some tears they couldn’t see. “You guys don’t know how to live here.” You whispered out, inhaling deeply, breath staggering. “I do, I have.” You continued on, hugging yourself, “Just do what he says and be quiet.” You finished your sentence and you were met with silence. You put your hand on the handle but you were stopped with a hand on your shoulder.

It was gentle, turning you around to face them. Violet looked at you sadly, “This place is horrible, he treats everyone terribly.” She told you, brows furrowed, lips parted.

You licked your lips with a weak smile, “He’s my father, you don’t have to tell me how he acts.” You spoke with a huff of a laugh, sucking at your teeth slightly. Violet shook her head, “Then, why do you stay?” She asked you, taking her hand off your shoulder to clasp her own in front of her.

Silence once again other than the crickets outside. You smiled at them, “I have nowhere else to go.” You spoke simply with a shrug, sniffling. Klaus’s harsh expression softened and Violet frowned at you, but you didn’t give them any time to speak, “Goodnight.” You told them, rushing out of the room quietly back down the stairs.

A few days later, you didn’t speak to the Baudelaires. Any time they tried you would stare at them wide eyed and blank, tilting your head as if you were programmed. When they realized they weren’t getting through to you, they gave up and went on with their days.

You were now sitting in the dining room with the Baudelaires, well the two oldest ones, and you were extremely confused. You knew the three had run around between the neighbors house and shopping but you paid no attention to it, nor did you involve yourself in their affairs. So why were you there?

Count Olaf looked at the three of you, “Oh and where is Sunny?” He asked, grinning widely but the other two at the table snarled. “What did you do with our sister?!” Klaus yelled, hitting his fist on the table. Violet glared at the man at the head of the table, “Give her back now!”

You stared at them, looking between the two and your father with parted lips. When you saw the wicked look in your fathers eyes, your mouth widened a bit and your eyes teared up. “No…” You whispered, rushing out the room to go outside. 

The Baudelaires noticed you left the room in a rush but they didn’t know why. Olaf gestured his arm to where you went, “Follow the leader.” He spoke slowly and the Baudelaires rushed out to the backyard where you were standing, staring upwards.

You knew it was weird that there was a cage hanging from the forbidden tower, you should’ve immediately connected the dots but you just couldn’t believe he would do something like…this.

The Baudelaires demanded Count Olaf to take her down but he refused, threatening to kill her if Violet didn't play the role of the bride and sign the wedding construct during the play. Klaus couldn’t step in to help, because then Sunny would be killed if he tried. 

They complied and you stood, quiet.

They still tried to get their sister that night but were locked in a room by the hook handed man who had walkie talkies to keep Count Olaf in the loop, so they wouldn’t try anything.

You knew everything your father plotted, he wasn’t exactly quiet about it. This time around, he walked into your room with a gentle smile, “Angel.” He spoke, the nickname he hadn’t called you since your mother was alive and that was when you were around two. 

He sat next to you on your bed, rubbing your back slowly as you stared out to the wall, “Tomorrow is the play.” He hummed, and you nodded, sniffling a bit. “Do you need me to do something for it?” You asked him almost hesitantly, but you knew never to hesitate in front of him. 

Your father shook his head, repeating his ‘no’ excessively. “You just sit backstage, be quiet, and just let me do my work.” He mumbled, pulling you into a small hug. “We’ll be rich, we’ll be happy, just how I wanted us to be before your mother…” He trailed off, gently rubbing your neck. You didn’t hug back, you sat awkwardly as he continued to speak. 

He told you how you had your mothers smile, how you reminded him of her. In those moments he was soft, it was those moments you held onto. You held onto them before at least, now you couldn’t even bear to look at him. You turned your head from him, tearing yourself from his side as he spoke and he rolled his eyes, walking away. He muttered a small “Exactly like your mother.” before he left you alone in your bedroom.

You knocked on the door and the hook handed man had no reason not to let you in. You stared at the two Baudelaires with a frown, they didn’t even look at you.

“You’re not plotting.” You spoke bluntly, sitting in front of them. Klaus looked up at you before looking back down, completely silent. Violet sighed, “We can’t do anything, Sunny will be hurt-” 

“No, she’ll be killed!” Klaus cut in harshly, glaring at you as if you set the whole thing up.

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. You inhaled through the nose, patting your chest a bit to rid the pain in your chest. You looked at Violet slightly, glancing at the hook handed man who wasn’t paying attention. You leaned in, “What’s your dominant hand?”

The next day was the ‘play’, many people were there. Justice Strauss, the neighbor across the street, was going to play the judge, which made the marriage legally binding. The play was going on just as planned and as they got to the marriage Violet sucked in a breath, forced to sign the paper of the marriage.

Count Olaf grinned with all his teeth barred, turning to the audience and explaining how the marriage was legally binding and real. Mr. Poe and Justice Strauss were shocked, they objected, but…they couldn’t do anything the damage was done. The Baudelaires now had to transfer their parents' fortune to Count Olaf, the evil man who did everything to get his hands on their money. 

Count Olaf spoke into the walkie talkie, telling the hook handed man to bring the baby, Sunny, to the stage.

That was until you walked onto the stage, “Actually…” you began, tilting your head as you stood next to Violet. “Violet?” You looked over to her smugly, and she turned to you, blinking her eyes innocently. “Yes?” She asked, tilting her head at you.

“What hand is your dominant hand?”

“Oh, well that would be my right.” She answered with a sweet smile and you blinked, hand on your chest as you gasped. The conversation is quite confusing to everyone around you, but when you looked at your father he just looked livid. His brows were in a v shape, he didn’t know what you were doing but his gaze told you to ‘stop’...you didn’t.

“But…didn’t you just sign with your left hand?” You asked, terribly acting out your point.

“I did indeed.” 

You nodded and smiled, “That makes the marriage not legally binding, since she has to sign in her own hand, and that wasn’t her dominant.” You explained to the crowd who murmured around a bit. 

Justice Staruss agreed with you, it was a small loophole but a loophole nonetheless. The marriage wasn’t legally binding, it wasn’t real. 

Count Olaf looked around with clear stress in his features, sweat dripping down his face as he nervously laughed. He went to tell his men to drop the baby, but she appeared on stage, carried by the hooked man, and Count Olaf was to be arrested.

He looked at you with dark but saddened eyes, “You are a terrible actor.” He told you, jaw tightened as his eyes narrowed.

You sniffled, eyes filling with tears as you stared up at him, shaking your head, “I am my fathers child.” You answered, voice hoarse. 

His eyes widened as his scowl softened, “You are not my child after this.” He told you, walking backwards as people began to get out of their seats to go after him. Count Olaf was shaking his head at you, “Your mother would be so disappointed in you.”

Those were the last words he said to you before the lights all shut off and when they were back on, he was gone. Your fath….Count Olaf had left you, you were now an orphan. 

You now could finally breathe without struggling.

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Hi, Since there are few stories about Hoseok, I would like to request #5, #21, #46. I'm curious to see what kind of story you can came up with Thanks.

This is the last request I have. Thank you everyone that sent one. I really like working on shorter stories like this. They keep my mind busy without stressing me out.

I’m sorry this one took so long. This was a good one that really stumped me. I hope this is okay!

#5 Why are you helping me?

#21 Sometimes being a complete nerd comes in handy

#46 What happens if I do this?

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I’m pretty sure recalling an email is fairly simple but for the sake of this let’s just pretend it isn’t

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The headline read, ‘Ruthless CEO, Y/N, making a name for themselves regardless of who they tear down.’ You knew it was meant to be negative or even hurtful but you saw it as motivation because they technically weren’t wrong and you would ruin whomever or whatever you had in order to benefit your company.

Amongst your team you were known for your cold demeanor, harsh words, and demanding temper. Unfortunately your assistant, Hoseok, took the brunt of that.

“Good morning Y/N, I emailed you your schedule for today. You’ll get reminders 15 minute before each of your meetings. I cancelled your lunch with Kim Namjoon just like you asked. I also dropped off your dry cleaning and will pick it up tomorrow morning. You also have a dinner party tomorrow night with Kim Seokjin”, he said before placing your usual cup of coffee down in front of you.

You took a sip before spitting out the hot liquid, “What the hell is this? This tastes like caramel. You know I hate caramel.”

“Oh I am so sorry Miss. I must’ve grabbed the wrong cup by mistake. I’ll get a new one here right away.”, he said frantically opening the app to order a new cup to be delivered.

“Just forget it. I’ll do without a coffee for today. Just get me something from the vending machine. If you can handle that.”, you glared at him.

Apologetically he backed out of the room to make a beeline for the vending machine area.

“Rough day.”, his coworker Yoongi asked walking up next to him who just nodded as he looked through the drink options.

“I don’t know why you still work here Hobi. You’re way to nice to put up with someone like that.”, Yoongi said.

“I don’t know. The pay is good.”, he chuckled, “Plus I’m kind of used to it by now. I don’t think I’d know how to work for someone who wasn’t yelling at me. And she means well. I know she just wants what’s best.” Yoongi shook his head but accepted that answer and returned to his desk.

A couple minutes later Hoseok returned to give you an iced tea from the vending machine only to find you panicking and frantically clicking away at your computer screen while mumbling about how your life was over.

“Y/N what’s wrong?”, he asked setting the drink down next to you.

“I’m such an idiot.”, you groaned, “I got this stupid email from the head of our biggest competitor about meeting for dinner and I typed up a snarky response in anger calling him a dumb stupid smelly pimple on an alligator’s butt and I was supposed to delete it but I sent it by accident. This is going to look so bad and bring so much negative press when he reads that. He’ll surely go to the media.”

You slammed your head down on the desk feeling defeated.

Hoseok chuckled before he cleared his throat, “I can help you.”

Your head snapped back up, “What?”

He smiled, “Sometimes being a complete nerd comes in handy. I can delete the email from his system like it never happened.”

He asked for permission to use your computer and after you approved he began typing away.

As you watched him work diligently to save you, you realized how horrible you had been to him over the years and yet he still didn’t hesitate to help you.

“Hoseok, Why are you helping me?”, you whispered feeling very small and apologetic.

While still working his lips curled into a smile, “I like to help others. I know that you don’t mean to come off so aggressive and you only do it because you want to be as successful as possible. Aaannnddd I don’t think I’ll get paid nearly as much elsewhere if this company were to go under because you called someone a pimple on an alligator’s butt.”

You sat back and chuckled as you watched him continue to type away.

He stood away to research something on his phone real quick which when you moved the mouse to a bright red colored box, “What happens if I do this?”

“Uhhh the computer will explode.”

Really?!”, you asked with wide eyes.

“No, it’ll just cancel out everything I just did so please don’t press it.”

A couple minutes later and he stood back proud of himself, “There! The email is deleted like nothing ever happened. Even if he managed to read it already there is no proof anywhere that it ever existed.”

“Thank you thank you thank you!”, you exclaimed wrapping your arms around him into a tight hug.

He cleared his throat making you back away instantly and smooth out your dress, “Thank you again Hoseok. How can I repay you? Maybe I can get a bonus thrown your way or something.”

He shook his head, “Firstly you can stop calling me Hoseok and call me Hobi.”

You nodded, “Okay, done.”

“And let me take you out for dinner.”, he said with a smile.

“Are you asking me on a date?”, you questioned feeling your cheeks heat up.

“We can decide what to call it when we see how we feel afterwards.”, he shrugged before walking into the hallway making you even more intrigued by your nerdy life saving assistant Hobi.

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Can you do a Christian imagine where his BEREAL goes off during sex his teammates and friends react?

Recently you were being a little annoyed with Christian because he would constantly be on his phone and would post a BeReal every time he would get a notification from the app.

So on this particular night you guys had just came back from going out with the guys and their partners. You in particular get horny when drinking comes into play, and Christian was hornier than you were.

Christian had gotten a notification from BeReal saying it was time for his daily post. Chris had forgotten he had left his BeReal App opened and the phone positioned at an angle without noticing.

All you were trying to do was to get it on with your man. At least five minutes in the deed you see like a flash go off and you didn't mind at all because you both were having the time of your life.

The next thing you know is that Christian is getting a call from Mason, and of course he ignores it. It wasn't until several of his other teammates were calling him that you guys started getting suspicious that something had to be wrong.

Chris answers one of the many calls and it was from Fikayo. Chris is trying to keep his cool, "Hey Fikayo, whats up?" You can hear Fikayo on the other side of the line laughing. "Nothing man its just woah you're BeReal seems to be a little explicit today, don't you think?" Chris asking very innocently "What do you mean explicit? I haven't posted a BeReal--" Christ couldn't finish his sentence before you cut him off.

"Christian Mate Pulisic you hang that phone call up right now before you make more of a fool of us". Acting confused he hung up the phone call, "Can you tell me what is going on Y/N?" You start biting your nails, "Well you see I think you did post a BeReal because while we were doing it I saw a flash go off" You bury your head as you're saying the last part of your sentence.

Christian started blushing, went on the app and realized one of the BeReal pictures was of you guys butt naked, and of course without hesitation Christian deleted it.

Then went to practice the next day like nothing happened. Told the teammates to never speak of it again because it was an accident!

Hey Betsy! I'm sorry this took a while for me to post! I have been bad with keeping up! But I hope you enjoy this piece!

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Sorry. Someone asked me about Leda and I think I deleted the ask on accident. But here you go!

favorite thing about them

She's such a fun character. As well as written well to reflect the themes and story of both Miquella's journey and the tragedy between Marika and the Shadow Lands. Her and Ansbach never failed to get genuine out-loud irl reactions out of me. She is quite memorable.

I also adore how despite her paranoia she is often wrong in her judgements about people. She says Thiollier is not a threat because he is too meek to act out against Miquella. She shifts her attention from Hornsent after Messmer's defeat because the Demigod's death deflated him (he attacks you later). The only one she's really right about is Ansbach.

least favorite thing about them

I don't really have a least favorite thing. I wish the Oathseeker set had better stats? It's good-looking armor.

favorite line

"I've come to the realization... There's ample evidence... Without Kindly Miquella's influence... I'm quite mistrustful of others."

"Perhaps this is a blessing in disguise. I can wield my sword to cull the undeserving, those unfit to bask in Miquella the Kind's presence. I should've thought of this earlier."

She's genuinely hilarious. She's so charming in her unrelenting need to kill with nearly approaching self-awareness.

"I can't fathom your convictions. After knowing Kindly Miquella, what remains to pledge to your Lord of Blood?"

An absolutely sick diss on Mohg to Ansbach. I dunno I like this quote because of how it illuminates Ansbach's character honestly. He's an old man in love, Leda. That's all.

brOTP

None. I think without the charm Leda can't form any close bond with anyone. Miquella has her for a knight, but her obsessive devotion feels particularly one-sided.

OTP

Again, none.

nOTP

Unfortunately, I have no strong opinions for this one, either. I don't really see Leda to be compatible with anyone, but I also don't balk to see her paired with anyone either.

random headcanon

Leda is Miquella's Varre. Miquella genuinely cares about her and appreciates her service. But her obsessive devotion to him far outweighs his personal relationship with her.

unpopular opinion

Ansbach and Leda are foils, yes. But I think too often people attribute Leda's paranoid and homicidal personality as a mirror to Miquella's. Leda isn't a direct parallel to Miquella's inner heart, but more a thought-provoking demonstration of his mercy and compassion in progress (same as Ansbach).

Leda has a compulsion to kill people. She killed Miquella's other Needle Knights and she killed her Oathseeker companions. She goes on to attempt to kill her current band after the charm breaks. Leda represents the unstoppable violence of the system. Miquella's solution to that system is to subdue the violent impulses. It doesn't get to the root of Leda's issue- it doesn't fundamentally change her paranoid desires- but it stops her from killing. It stops her from being a danger to herself and others. And whether or not we see that as a just outcome is entirely up to us. I think that's neat.

Hmm, the 'His Eminence' she references in her monologue before 'Those United in Common Cause' is literally Miquella. This isn't really ambiguous; I'm surprised I see so many theories about who 'His Eminence' could be.

favorite picture of them

There's so much great art of Leda. Sadly, every time I think of her this is all I see.

The Elden Ring Multiplayer Experience 3 - Leda (youtube.com)

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To the anon that send me an ask, my dumbass deleted it by accident and I am sorry! Fortunately, I copied/pasted your ask in my notes before my mistake, so we’re saved!

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Anonymous asked:

I HAVE ARRIVED YET AGAIN >:]

So it’s time for me to ask you about your favorite characters in RiD2015 >:)

No backing off from this one, UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN!

*Runs away like a gremlin but trips on a rock and falls over*

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Oh poor anon, you have no idea what you unleashed upon... nah just kidding, but thank you for releasing my inner feral gushings of my favorites!

Without further ado, I RELEASE MY BELOVES!!!

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Let's start off with my all time favorite!

Strongarm

What do I like about her? hmm... EVERYTHING!

From her strong and buff physique (it's nice to see more frame variants in femmes, WE NEED THEM HASBRO!), her boundless energy, to her impressive memorization of protocols and their numbers. A tough, but smart cookie.

 I’m not sure about you guys, but I’ll spend HOURS listening to her just rambling about regulations on a car ride while nodding like an idiot. Gosh, I’m starting to fall for her…

Fixit

Fixit, Fixit, Fixit, my sweet wholesome minicon bean!

Adorable dude, a cheery character that I adored when seeing him on screen. Had a chuckle when he glitched out when he was about to say certain words in dyes- mics- rhymes! Regardless, dude helped his team out in every way. He’s the team’s technician and repairman, basically the backbone, even pulling out profiles of the Alchemor’s escapees via ship’s computers. 

I remember one episode where my dude is brawling a shady manager of an ex-champion (while I cheered on at 3 am) or in another episode where my dude’s original programming kicked in and turned into a terminator, but a prison guard… it doesn’t really help that there's about 100+ minicons like him (tbh I don’t know the total numbers)… do what you will with this information…

Thunderhoof

The mafia boss, angry moose on the loose, boss... babe

Bastard reminded me of those stereotypical noir film mafia bosses (it doesn’t really help that there’s him eating pizza in an official art piece… help…), and I'm not wrong. Plus his appearance and voice is… enamored to say the least…

Bro sounds pissed and will be pissed if something doesn’t go in his way, or someone doing stupid shit. Come on, this huge antler jockey is a freaking crime boss, so of course why wouldn’t he be pissed? He wouldn’t stop until he got what he wants, whether going back to cybertron, leadership, or objects of interest (and shredding someone to pieces, I’m talking about you, Clampdown! You sniveling snitch!).

Jetstorm & Slipstream

My Sweet Bun 1 & Sweet Bun 2, I love you both to death!

Both him and Slipstream are freaking cute (look me straight in the eye and tell me otherwise), and both are nearly the same height as a grown man (source? A screenshot I took for references in future digital drawings).

Jetstorm is a bit more creative than Slipstream and Drift combined, but a bit as well impulsive (which can lead him to trouble with Drift). Overall, he and other Minicons are adorable and if they committed crimes, I'll excuse them.

I’m going to repeat what I said about Drift’s minicons earlier, both are freaking adorable! Unlike Jetstorm, Slipstream is more chill and prefers to follow his master’s instructions. Despite the contrasting personalities, these two are a force to be trifled with via teamwork! Mess with one, get wrecked by the other! Perish!

Wildbreak

Gotta love the dude, timid but nice. Before ever seeing on screen, I read some posts that headcanoned him as the sparkling of Knockout and Breakdown. After that, I can see why. Cute tho!

#ProtectTheChildAtAllCosts!

Steeljaw

Alright I’m not beating a bush, this mf is attractive as fock!

At any dang episode I’m watching, the scheming wolf always makes me smile as if I’m happy to see him! (well duh, I am!) 

He knows how to capture attention with that soft, yet alluring charismatic voice, offering compliments, and seems nice… except that shit he’s doing is an illusion, and will stab you in the back if there’s an opportunity! Brother nearly had me in the first half, not gonna lie. This dude knows how to wrap people in his claw, or if that fails, time to off them in the name of his future empire!

Nightra

Oh my god… Nightra is something…

How did she and Strongarm become friends? Both are competitive, yet polar opposites of each other. Don’t get me wrong, I like her as well, so playful, carefree, and mischievous (even that leads her to trouble and ultimately her going rogue).

Aside from her similar buffy appearance like Strongarm (omgistarttofallforbuffywomen), her voice is… soothing to hear, yet not AND IT MADE ME BLUSH!!! THEY PICKED A GOOD VA FOR THE JOB! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I had to go to dreamland (lalalalalalala)

Shadowraker

Another attractive mf, and bastard (derogatory)

Fucker has good aesthetics (color wise and design), if charsmatic is a aroma, it’s him with a dark aura. Twisting innocent bots into their rotten former shells, yeah this is what this dude does after his ‘shadows’ brought in the stolen goods in exchange for shelter and guidance. Mmm, moral corruption…

I like you Shadowmaru-err Shadowraker, but I don’t like you at the same time. I remember when you kidnapped my fave minicons and promised that you would punish them for betraying you! (glad you got boxed on the pede, ya jerk!) Glad karma bit you in the ass!

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Alright, gushing time is over! That's all folks! BYEE!

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What's the Consensus

Pairing: Finnegan x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Period Sex

Summary: “Finn, seriously, now is not the time!” You hiss.

“I beg to differ sweetheart! Don’t you know that orgasms can help cramps.” He grins, tucking his head into your neck and dropping a kiss to the corner of your jaw.

Notes: This is a repost because my old blog (winterrebel04) I deleted on accident while trying to delete another account. Yes, this is the worst day of my life. Anyways, I'm tagging everyone who I tagged last time because the way that I crave validation from y'all is borderline unhealthy and they are some of the best writers on here... anyways...

Taglist: @sebsxphia @lorecraft @veritable-trash @callsignspark @callsignvalley @topguncortez

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He had spotted you as soon as he turned the corner, hustling away from the rest of the team so that he could talk to you without their stupid comments in his ear.

“There she is!”

 He didn’t miss the way you tensed up at the sound of his voice, hunching your shoulders inwards as if making yourself smaller would make him miss you. It didn’t, and you refused to look at him as he leaned on the shelf next to you. Eyes forward, focused on the item in front of you.

“Go away Finn!” You spat.

“C’mon sweetheart, why you gotta do me like that. First you ditched me last night, and now this. You could really hurt a man’s ego like that!”

“Mm, I think your ego could use some bruising Finnegan.” Reaching out for a bottle on the shelf, Finn moved quickly, snatching it up before you could.

“Painkillers huh, you go out and party with someone else last night doll?” He asked, angling his body more towards you as you reached to grab another bottle from the shelf, before turning on your heel and walking away.

He was quick to push himself off the wall, following you. “I’m just going to take your silence as a yes. Y’know, I looked for you last night, after the game.”

“Well, I was busy.” You spat, not slowing your stride as you turned onto another isle.

“Doing what!”

“Homework, if you must now. Sorry I wasn’t around for you to stick your dick in, but I’m sure you made a groupie very happy last night, so I’m sure it wasn’t a total bust.”

“Well, she was actually easier to get into bed then you were.” He joked, once again taking a step towards you only for you to step back from him again.

“Cool, I really don’t care though Finn.” You said it calmly, no underlying anger in your voice that surely would have been there if you were any other girl. The two of you had struck up a friends with benefits type sitch at the beginning of the year, and it was some of the best sex Finn had ever had. It didn’t hurt that you were smart as a whip, someone who could understand the rants that Finn would start, and be an active participant in them. Lately though, as baseball had started and school had gotten busier, the two of you had been more friends then benefits, and it was barely even friends as the two of you saw so little of the other.

But Finn did a double take at the statement anyways. You weren’t clingy, you didn’t care that he had been sleeping with other people. But normally, when he made jokes like that, you had some sort of snappy comeback about not being so easy, never missing a chance to make fun of him. So he took a second to really look at you. The arm not holding the basket was wrapped around your stomach, dark circles under your eyes, and your shoulders were hunched over. You didn’t look like you were hungover, you looked like you were in pain.

“Ok, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Sweetheart, there are a thousand ways in which you could have just called me a slut, manwhore, etcetera, and you didn’t. Something is clearly wrong here!”

You turned to glare at him. “Nothing is wrong, I’m fine!”

“Hah!” He shouts, that stupid smile spreading over his face. “When girls say it’s fine, that means somethings wrong. And you know, you guys really shouldn’t…”

“Oh my god Finn, fine, I’m on my period and in extreme pain. Now can you please leave me alone so I can go buy some goddamned tampons and go home!” You whisper shouted, eyes burning with anger and shiny with pain.

“Oh, well why didn’t you just say that. A period is a perfectly justifiable reason to be grumpy!” He raised his hands in the air, taking a step back as you whipped your head around.

“I am not grumpy. I am in pain, and you aren’t helping!” You hissed, stomping into the next aisle.

Finn could do nothing but follow, having missed the banter with you a little more then he cared to admit. But by the time he turned the corner, you already had what you needed, and were moving to the checkout line where all of his friends stood.

Oh, he was going to get so much shit for what he was about to do.

Their backs were to the two of you, looking at one of the trashy magazines on display, and he was quiet as he sidled up next to you, reaching into his pocket for his wallet.

The cashier told you the amount owed, and Finn was right there, handing the bills over and grabbing your bags, hoping that the magazine would hold their attention for a few more seconds.

You however, weren’t on the same page, whirling around to glare at him.

“What are you doing? I’m perfectly capable of buying my own tampons!”

And he didn’t even have to look to know that every single one of the guys would have whipped their heads around to see what was going on. And the smirk painted on your face told him that you knew it too.

“Well, have fun with that Finny!”And then you were gone and the rest of them crowding around him.

“Wasn’t that?” Roper started, staring at you ask you pushed open the door.

“Yep!” Dale said, nodding at Roper. “I cannot believe you just bought her fucking tampons bro! And Finny!”

“’Scuse me more being a gentleman. And don’t even with the name thing. What did that one girl from freshman year call you? Would you like to bring that back up?” He defended himself, reaching for three of the snickers bars and handing them to the cashier as Ropers face went pale.

“Hey, at least we know she ain’t pregnant now!” Coma chuckles, Roper staring daggers at him.

“Fuck off Coma!”

“But, that’s so… gross!” Plummer shutters, ignoring the other comments about Roper.

Dale groans, smacking Plumber in the stomach. “Oh, you’ve done it now!” He had been on the receiving ends of Finns rants about periods one to many times, and knew exactly what was about to happen.

“I’ll have you know!” Finn starts, and Dale groans, wishing he would have just stayed at the house

Ten minutes later, there is a traumatized Plummer left behind as Finn makes a beeline for your place.

-

“I come in peace, and with offerings!” He says before you can protest, handing you the chocolate and squeezing inside your room. A movie is playing on the tv, and you had changed into shorts and an oversized t-shirt. Finn somehow managed to hold back the comment about you having clearly ditched your bra.

“Finn, I’m really tired, and I’m on my period, as we established already, not today, okay?” But he ignores you, throwing himself down onto your bed, patting the space next to him.

“Is this Diehard?” You nod, eyes narrowed at him as you slowly move over to the bed, tugging the heating pad out from under him. “You aren’t going to leave me alone, are you?” He smiles and shakes his head, once again patting the bed.

“My friend is in pain. It would be rude of me to let her suffer alone!” He protests, hand darting out to grab your wrist, pulling you down onto the bed.

He can practically see you debating on whether it’s worth it to fight to get him to leave. You glance down at the candy bars, before looking at him, then the tv and the bed again, before sighing and peeling open the candy bar.

“Fine. You can stay, but you can’t be annoying!” He just chuckles, taking the victory and not willing to risk your wrath with a response. After a few minutes, you have finished the candy bar, but have made no move to lie down.

He moves quickly so you don’t have time to dodge him, scooting forward and wrap his hands around your waist so he can pull you down onto the bed, your back to his chest. Then he grabs the heating pad, bringing it to rest against your stomach.

“Uhh…” But he hushes you.

“Just watch the movie!” He gestures towards the television, even though you can’t see him doing it.

And then its quiet for a minute, the two of you watching the movie before he speaks up. “Do they hurt?”

“I thought we were watching the movie!” You snark, shifting against him to find a more comfortable position.

He sucks in a breath when your ass brushes against his crotch, but then you’re settling again, hand gesturing to the bag on your desk. “I took some meds, they helped a little.”

“Good.” He nods as the two of you turn your attention back to the movie.

He decides its nice, being here with you. He can’t quite remember if this is what he had come over with the intention of doing, he doesn’t think that it was. But when he looks down at you, only to find you asleep against his chest, he isn’t mad as he follows you into dreamland.

-

The first thing he notices is that he’s warm. Not the hot kind of warm, but the I want to stay under the covers and in bed forever because I’m so damn comfy kind of warm.

The second thing he notices is that you’re grinding against him. A quick glance down confirms that your still asleep.

The third thing, he is painfully hard.

Then he hears a whimper. And being as intimately familiar with your sounds as he is, he realizes that your aren’t grinding on him, your shifting to try and find a more comfortable position, because you are in pain.

Sitting halfway up, you slide off of his chest, and he misses the warmth as he wakes you up.

“Hey sweetheart, you remember what time you took the meds?”

“Two!” You whine, shifting again and brushing up against his dick. He tries to scoot backwards to give the both of you more room, only to find the wall behind him.

“Still got a few more hours than before you can take another one.” And the whine you let out at that takes him from a semi to rock hard in seconds.

He shouldn’t be like this, not when your clearly in a lot of pain. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then it hits him.

He tightens his grip on your waist and pulls you back towards him. He knows the second that you realize, as you tense up, immediately stopping all movement.

“Finn, seriously, now is not the time!” You hiss.

“I beg to differ sweetheart! Don’t you know that orgasms can help cramps.” He grins, tucking his head into your neck and dropping a kiss to the corner of your jaw.

“Don’t you fucking tease me right now Finn!” You hiss, turning around so that you can face him. As you meet his eyes, you realize that he isn’t joking, and that his offer was serious.

“You got any towels honey, cause I’m not real keen on fucking you in the shower. Those things are gross!” He mumbles into your shoulder.

You stay silent, still not quite comprehending that he is being serious. At this, Finn pulls back, eyes meeting yours.

“But we totally don’t have to if you don’t want to. Just thought I’d offer!”

You shake your head, finally getting with the program, and push yourself out of bed. Behind you, Finns face falls as you move to the dresser before you pull out a towel, ignoring the pain that comes with standing up.

Elation fills him as you pull out a towel, only for him to pout as you begin moving towards the door.

“Don’t fucking look at me like the Finnegan!” You snark as you throw the towel at him. “I’m coming back, just gotta take my tampon out!” And then the door slams shut, leaving Finn scrambling off the bed to get it set up.

You aren’t gone for long, and when you open the door, you can’t help but laugh when you find Finn completely naked on your bed, towels spread out underneath him. The moment is killed when a cramp pulses, and you wince.

“Get over here!” He says, once again patting the bed. “Nothing a good ole Finnegasm can’t fix.”

“I know that you didn’t just say…” But he cuts you off, tugging you down onto the bed and rolling so that he’s on top, bringing his lips to yours.

He takes it slow, letting you set the pace until he feels that you’ve grown more comfortable with the idea of what the two of you are about to do.

This is new territory for Finn. He had read about it, done his research, as he always does, but had never had a chance to put the knowledge to the test. And he figures it can’t be any different from regular sex in general.

He was wrong.

You were more sensitive. Shivering as he ran his hands up and down your sides, arching into his palms when he went to cup your breasts, damn near coming out of your skin when he closed his mouth around your nipple.

When he pushed his knee in between your legs, you were immediately moving, grinding yourself onto his thigh while panting into his mouth.

But the second his hand swept lower, playing with the band of your shorts, you froze up. He looked up at you, pleased to find that he could barely see the color of your eyes, only the black of your pupil.

“What’s wrong?” His hands began sweeping motions up and down your side, only meant to comfort, but you melted back into him anyways, placing your head on his neck as you mumbled out your answer.

“What was that? Couldn’t quite hear you” He teased, gently tugging your hair to get you to look back up at him. Instead, you bit down on his neck, moaning as his fingers hair tightened in your hair. He smirked, pulling it again, your body jolting up into his and your pussy rubbing against his thigh.

But he refused to be distracted by your pretty sounds, shifting his leg and moving so that he was hovering and not touching you at all.

“What was wrong? Did I do something?” He asked, ducking his head down to meet your eyes and holding the eye contact.

“I just, you’ll get blood on your hands if you…” You trailed off, eyes darting around his face, looking anywhere but back in his eyes.

“Sweetheart, you’re on your period. I know that there’s gonna be blood.”

She scoffed. “I know there will be blood, I just kinda figured we’d, I don’t know, mess around a little bit and you’d just, stick it in.”

He laughed, “stick it in, really?” She slapped his chest, face still serious, and he sobered.

“Baby, first of all, I don’t mind the blood. I knew what I was getting into when I suggested this, but if you don’t want to do it, we can put on another movie and that’s fine. But if you still want to do this, because I genuinely think that this will help, then I need to get you ready for me. I don’t want to hurt you anymore then you are already hurting!” He said, sliding his fingers under her chin so that she was looking at him.

Her eyes were shiny with tears as she looked back at him.

“Do you understand?” She nodded, fingers coming up to trace the hand that was still on her chin.

“So, what’s it gonna be?” You shifted again, although Finn thought this time it was more from pain then from pleasure, before nodding.

“I want you to fuck me Finn. Please!” He smiled, ducking back down to kiss her. He had a million comebacks on the tip of his tounge, but bit them back. He could recognize what a momentous thing this was, how much trust you were putting in him to allow him to do this with you.

But he couldn’t resist one last joke. “Well since you asked so nicely…” And then you were dragging his mouth down to yours, fingers tangling his his hair and tongue asking for entry.

The sounds you were making under him, all soft whimpers and breathy moans as the two of you grinded together had him painfully hard and desperate to finally be inside of you again.

When he sat up, you whined, hands clawing down his back in an effort to get him back to you.

“Shh pretty girl, m’right here!” His hands undoing the button on his shorts and throwing them somewhere into the room. His shirt was long gone, having been tossed in order to give you more access to him.

Once all of his clothes were gone, he paused, looking down at you. Gently, he slid his hands around you, sitting you up and sliding your shirt up and over your head, his hands leaving goosebumps in the places that he grazed. But he paused at your shorts, meeting your eyes with a question in his own.

You were silent for a second, before taking his hands and bringing them to the band of your shorts, lifting your hips so that he could slide them off of you.

“There you are pretty girl!” He praised as he gently pushed you back down, hovering on one arm over you as the other swept down to gently cup your pussy.

“God sweetheart, so fucking wet for me!” His fingers already slick as he traced gentle circles around your clit that had you arching up off of the bed. “So fucking sensitive tonight!” He teased as you whined his name.

“Finn, come on, stop teasing me and…” And then he slid a finger in, cutting you off.

“S’not teasing. Gotta get you ready for me. Want you nice and fucked out before I slide in. I want you feeling me, and only me, ‘kay pretty girl!” He had slipped another finger in during his little speech, grinning when you nodded and started to move your hips so that you were riding his hand.

“Can I…”

“’nother one, please Finn!” You both spoke at the same time. And who was he to deny you anything. Slipping the third finger inside, his other hand coming up to rub at your clit, you shattered, clenching down on his fingers, chest arched into his own. He fucked you through it, sliding his hand out and wiping it on the towel as soon as you had calmed down a little. It was an attempt to try and save you from the embarrassment he knew you would feel when you saw the mixture of blood and cum coating his hand.

He couldn’t have cared less about it, not when it had you so pretty beneath him like this.

You were smiling as you opened your eyes, reaching to place a kiss on his lips.

“How you feeling pretty girl?”

“Real good.” And then you were reaching out to palm him before wrapping your hand completely around him. His hips jerked into your hand, and you smile turned into a smirk as you nudged his nose with yours.

“I’d feel even better if you fucked me right now. Bet you would…”

“Don’t even have to ask sweetheart!” And he was batting your hand away to replace it with his own. Rolling the condom that he had grabbed when you were in the bathroom onto himself before he was sliding into you.

And slide he did, the mixture of cum and blood gave him no resistance, bottoming out in seconds. He stilled, trying to stave off him impending orgasm, only to have you clench around him.

“Finn!”

“You, you feel really good sweetheart!” Then with one last deep breath he was moving, one hand drawing your lips back to his own as the other palmed at your breasts.

Your nails raked down his back as he hit your spot, your hips moving with his.

The two of you had always been good together, but this, this was something else.

“Finn, I’m…” You stuttered as he hit his stride, arching up into him.

“Mm, come for me!” His thumb circling around your clit.

And you did, clenching down around him as you bit down hard on his neck. He wasn’t far behind, his hips stuttering as he worked the two of you through your releases.

He collapsed down onto your chest, your hand coming up to rake through his hair.

After the two of you had caught your breath, he tilted his head, smiling up at you from his place on your chest.

“So, what’s the consensus. Do orgasms help with the cramps?”

[football-whore]

My woman

Request: Hii, could I please request a Haaland imagine where he surprises me on the internationl woman's day with flowers and just fluff and romantic please. ( I don't remember who requested it bc I think I accidently deleted the request)

A/N: I'm obviously late with this one andI hope you all like this one! We also lost the match we had on saturday with 5-3 but that was because some of my teammates doesnt know how to defend so yea.

Warnings: Fluff, and my English.

Pairings: Erling Haaland x Fem!! reader.

Summary: It's international women's day and Haaland surprises you with a lot of flowers and gifts.

GIF IS NOT MINE ( creds to owner )

You totally forgot about international womens day since you were so busy with work and you didn't think Erling would do something special, but you were wrong.

You were too busy with work and you didn't even bother to even look at the date. You didn’t think it was something special.

But then you heard the front door open thinking it was just Erling coming home from practice. But then you remembered that he had the day off.

You saw that he went up the stairs hiding something and out of curiousness you started walking upstairs.

You heard him doing something in your shared bedroom. You thought that he was just changing clothes. But then you walked into your room seeing a bouquet of flowers, a chocolate box and a tiny box with jewerlies.

He turned around seeing you. He started looking shocked ”Y/n!��� He Said and you looked confused.

”Why are these jewerlies, flowers and chocolate lying on our bed?” You asked.

”It was supposed to be a surprise!” He said ”for me?” You asked and he nodded ”yes for you!” He Said.

”But, Why?” You asked and he looked at you confused ”it’s international Women’s day! Didn’t you know?” He said.

And you shaked your head. ”No i didn’t..But you didn’t have to buy all these for me!” You said. ”Yes I did! Your my woman!” He said going to hug you. You have him a kiss on the lips and you smiled. ”What did I even do to get a man like you! Aren’t these expensive?” You asked.

”They are But you know i’m rich and even if I werent I still wouldn’t care! I would litreally sell my soul to just make you happy”

You kissed him again an looked him in the eyes ”I love you so much!” You said.

”I love you too, my kjære” he said and he kissed your forehead.

A/N: i’m sorry that its bad but I’ve litreally been so busy and stuff. But I really hope that yall like this Because it took a while to write. Anyways love yall!❤���❤️

[atimeofyourlife]

Don't misplace your anger

day 18 | rated: t | wc: 755 | prompts: REVENGE | Unreliable Narrator | Loss of Identity | “I see what's mine and take it.” | cw: assault, violence, mention of catfishing | ao3 Buck thought that everything with the catfish was over and done with. But another unhappy victim confronts him at a scene and wants her revenge.

Buck was happy everything was going back to normal. The catfishing issue seemed to have resolved itself, no more angry women had shown up at the firehouse accusing him of ghosting them. Hen was happier having settled things with Karen. Bobby was in a better mood, but none of them could quite figure out why. And his probationary year was quickly drawing to a close. Sure, it would be better if Abby was there, but he knew how important it was to her to honor her mom by traveling.

But then it all had to go south at a scene.

A car had lost control and crashed into a barrier, causing injury to the driver and passenger. But it was only a single car accident, and they were able to get both people out with minimal effort. So while Hen and Chimney were assessing the patients, Buck was on crowd control. It was a fairly easy part of the job, keeping curious onlookers at a safe distance so they wouldn't interfere.

One woman in the small crowd kept glancing at Buck, then turning and whispering to the man next to her. Buck wasn't sure what to make of it, but just brushed it off. In the year he'd been with the fire department there'd been plenty of instances where members of the public would start whispering to each other about him while he was just trying to do his job.

"Evan Buckley?" He turned to see the woman now stood in front of him.

"Uh, yeah. That's me. How can I help?"

"You're a creep, Buckley." She slapped him hard across the face. "Leading on girls and getting them to tell you all sorts of private information. Then deleting your account like a coward."

"This shit, again." Buck groaned. "I'm sorry that happened to you, but that wasn't me."

"So there's another LAFD firefighter out there with the same name who looks exactly like you?" She scoffed.

"No, my identity was stolen. Some guy saw me on tv or something and decided to use my name and photos to get women to talk to him. Then he died. The accounts were shut down because they were fake." Buck explained desperately. He glanced over his shoulder, hoping he could get someones -anyones- attention, but everyone else was caught up in their jobs. No one was looking in his direction.

"You really expect us to believe that?" The guy beside her asked, flexing to show how big he was. "No one gets to treat my little sister like that."

Buck instinctively stepped back, turning his head to shout for help. "Cap-" was all he got out before the guy's fist hit him in the side of the head, sending him to the ground. He wasn't able to react fast enough before his head hit the ground, hard.

"You need to pay for what you did to her and all the other girls." The guy straddled him and rained down punches, to his head, his chest, his stomach. Only stopping when physically pulled away by Bobby and several of the onlookers.

"Buck, Buck." He was aware of Hen's voice as she started checking him over. "Buck, come on. Open your eyes, talk to us."

"Hurts." Buck mumbled, peeling his eyes open a little, before screwing them shut again against the light.

"No. My brother did nothing wrong." He could hear the young woman screeching. "He was just defending me from that asshole who ghosted me."

"Catfish strikes again, huh Buckaroo?" Chimney asked.

"Ugh." Buck groaned. "Think 'm gonna-"

Hen and Chimney were quick to roll him onto his side so he could throw up without choking.

"Both have been arrested. Athena will want to grab your statement once you feel up to it." Bobby said, coming over to join them. "What's it looking like?"

"Concussion, there's light sensitivity, and he's bleeding from the head. Vomiting, with a small amount of blood. There is some tenderness in the chest and stomach, but we can't know more until he's been checked out at the hospital. Vitals are looking good, though." Chimney explained as Hen fixed a c collar around his neck.

"They going to get the book thrown at them?" Hen asked once Buck had been loaded into the ambulance.

"Athena will make sure of it. Wanting revenge for something that he wasn't involved in isn't any defense. Especially when it's on record that he's a victim of identity theft." Bobby replied. "They're in a heap of trouble for this."

[sillybruja]

keep reading if you wanna know about the craziest liar and well known spn roleplayer I've met on tumblr

I will never forget being on tumblr from 2011 - 2015 and being in the supernatural role playing community. It was both one of the best, and worst experiences of my entire life. I role played as Dean Winchester (and actually my page is still up, and I might start up again) and had a fairly large following.

during 2011, the SPN rp community just started growing so I, among a few of my mun friends, were like the "It girls and guys". It's so insane to think about it now, 10+ years later. There were people out there who did not roleplay that would follow me, and reblog my threads just because they appreciated by writing ^.^ it was so sweet. Back to my memory lol.

Anyways, I made friends with a rper on here who ran a Castiel account. We very obviously shipped Dean & Cas, and so did a lot of people. People even shipped us xD we had a ship name and everything. This person became my best friend in real time.

I really really thought I knew this person. He told me everything, every part of his life, every heart break from some dumb guy, every accident he's ever made, etc. I saw him as not only a best friend but a brother.

around 2013, my life took a turn -- things got more serious for me, and I fell off from roleplaying for a bit, and we lost contact. I remember he just eventually stopped responding to my messages. This wasn't okay for me because before he ghosted me, he told me he was really sick. I was always worried that the last text I sent him was the last I'd ever hear from him.

Eventually he did respond to me, and I remember him saying, "I'm fine, I might just be gone for a while. It's not your fault" and that was that. Mind you, I was 10+ years younger, and I really felt devastated.

Several months later, I logged back onto my roleplaying account. I remember being spammed with asks and messages about him. One of our mutuals sent me a message saying he had passed away a month prior. She showed me the go fund me that was started for him to cover his funeral expenses. My heart was shattered.

The next year was spent of thinking about him almost every day. I felt so sorry that things ended the way they did, and that he was gone. I honestly felt grief that entire year.

In 2015, I get this intuitive 'nudge' to check my tumblr again. This time when I log in, I see appreciation posts about him, and all of those feelings come back. I remember trying to get back into rping in honor of him, and I remember coming across an account that seemed awfully familiar.

This was another castiel account, almost identical in text, aesthetic, vocabulary, even same psds. I just knew it was him. I can't tell you how, I just did. I remember thinking I was crazy and that this was grief... but, unfortunately, I was right.

Eventually, I gathered the nerve to reach out to this account. I cannot remember the name they gave me. But I talked to them, and I sort of played detective lol.

I deeply knew it was him and felt like it was so wrong that he lied about everything, had everyone upset, and took HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS from people who donated for his funeral.

One day, I was just tired of being nice. I approached him about it all. Of course he denied it. I badgered him about it though, and I even told him that what he is doing is illegal, and that he owes it to people who are mourning a very much alive person.

I didn't stop until he came forward.

He said, "I'm sorry, I had to do this to be with my boyfriend" and my jaw was on the freaking floor.

I told him to come forward, or I will have to do something about this.

Of course, he did not. Instead, he deleted his account. I tried to make a claim against him, but it was never looked into.

I will never forget that.

and if he's still out there, I hope he actually understands the weight of his actions. and I hope justice gets served.

[machifuwa]

Nimbus Fumble | Episode 6

Season: Winter

Aira: Ehehe…♪ This really feels so great. Love~ly ♪

(Oops. I couldn't help but say it out loud. Both Sakuma-senpai and Tenshouin-senpai are already sleeping, so I have to be quiet.)

(I never thought I'd be able to make such a great video, and now I'm going to watch it over and over again. I'll watch it one last time before going to bed.)

(Ehehe. I can't thank Himemiya-senpai and Kohakucchi enough. This will surely be a hit. My followers will be surprised.)

(But for now. I'll also have to think about who to give the next baton to. Who should I give it to…?)

(It would be really surprising if I gave it to someone I don't know very well. So, the best option is to give it to the Alkaloid members, huh…?)

(Hmm. But Hiro-kun's not familiar with SNS. He definitely won't notice it if I give him the baton, even if I mention him.)

(No, since we're talking about Hiro-kun here. He'll definitely say "I've got the baton! Where do I run?".)

(Then, there's only Mayo-san and Tattsun-senpai…)

(No, if Mayo-san had danced the "Rabbit Dance Challenge"...it would've been such a big deal that it would be a trending topic itself.)

Hmm… Who should I pick…?

(I've been repeatedly sending and deleting mentions to various people…)

(I really can't think of anyone that would make me feel "this person for sure!"...)

*Yawn*

(Hmm… It seems like it's not…suited for anyone…I don't know…maybe I'm just confused…)

*Zzz zzz*

Aira: *Zzz*

Tori: Shiratori~! Wake up~!

Aira: …Hm? Huh~? Who…? Why are you so loud in the morning…

Tori: Shiratori~! Something serious came up!

Aira: *Yawn* Who is it…?

Tori: Finally!

Aira: Himemiya-senpai? What's wrong with you, this early in the morning? I haven't even washed my face yet…

Tori: I don't care! It's the baton! Why is the baton of the "Rabbit Dance Challenge" being passed to Eichi-sama!?

Aira: Huh…? To Tenshouin-senpai?

No way. I'm confused, too. I didn't do that. I haven't even given the baton to anyone yet in the first place.

Yesterday, I was lying in my bed, looking at my phone, thinking about who I should give the baton to—

Huh? What…?

H-H-H-How did I give the baton Tenshouin-senpai!? Eh. Eeeehhhh!? Why? Why!?

Tori: That's what I want to know!

When I woke up this morning, I saw on SNS that you had passed the "Rabbit Dance Challenge" baton to Eichi-sama. It's trending like crazy right now.

Aira: Perhaps it was because I was repeatedly typing and deleting mentions of various people, so when I fell asleep, I gave the baton to Tenshouin-senpai by accident…!

H-H-H-Holy cow! Himemiya-senpai, what have I done!?

Tori: Anyway, the only thing you can do now is to go to Eichi-sama, explain the situation and apologize.

Aira: Y-You're right!

Uhh. When I woke up, Sakuma-senpai and Tenshouin-senpai were already gone, so they're probably at ES right now. Let's go.

Tori: I asked the ES staff, and it seems that Eichi-sama is in StarPro's common room.

Alright? Just apologize when we get to Eichi-sama. If we do that, I don't think he will be very angry with you!

Aira: Y-Yes!

Tori: Alright~! Let's go!

Tori: Eichi-sama!

Aira & Tori: We're sorry!

Eichi: Hm? Hello, Tori and Shiratori-kun.

I was just about to contact Shiratori-kun. Thanks for the baton. Is this how you want my ears to look?

Aira & Tori: Eeehhh!?

Aira: Umm… Tenshouin-senpai, aren't you mad…?

Eichi: Mad? Why?

Aira: I mean. I passed the baton to you in front of everyone without permission…

Eichi: Aah, I see.

I'm not offended by that. In fact, I'm actually thankful. This is a project that could be used as fertilizer for the Ensemble Square flower beds.

Tori: Eh? What does that mean…?

Eichi: It's all about publicity, sensitivity, and all. Well, you don't have to worry about that. A lovely rabbit has to be immaculate, after all.

Aira & Tori: ?

Aira: B-But, I'm glad. I'm relieved there wasn't any problem…

Eichi: Fufu. I'm not that narrow-minded that I can't even grant the cute requests of my juniors with a smile ♪

Come on, you two. Will you both teach me how to be pretty so that my dancing will be lovely?

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[winryrockbellwannabe]

so, the lovely @dontwannastudybutihaveto sent me an ask for the End of the Year ask game, but i accidently deleted the ask😭

luckily, i was already answering it on my notes app, so i can answer it anyways lol

3 - Favorite musical artist/group you started listening to this year?

Hm... I actually can't remember any that i actively follow.

Maybe Sabrina Carpenter?? I used to be obsessed with her bc of Girls meet World, and would listen to the entire Eyes Wide Open obsessively, but then never thought about her music again until this year lol.

Also, League of Legends has a boy band now??? (dont ask me much about it, my friends like LoL and made me listen to the song) And I'm kinda obsessed with Paranoia, so really curious if Heartsteel is going to have any other cool songs soon.

13 - How was your birthday this year?

.....

yeah, I have mixed feelings about that one. I had to stay in college city, bc my parents had some work related stuff and they thought they wouldn't be able to pick me up.

And it was nice, I was with my friends, and had lunch with my sister, it was really nice.

But then in the evening/dinner i decided to invite two friends. Well, they were in a commited relationship, but also kinda in a situationship with me???? and i was in a weird mental health moment that time, so we barely discussed it, and I was a bit confused about what was going on? And it was weird, and when they left i just ended up feeling really badly about a lot of stuff (mostly not their fault).

And my mom ended up being home on time, so we felt really bad i wasn't home with her. But won't complain much, bc my best friend gave me a custom made haikyuu sweatshirt which is one of the coolest things i own now lol.

21 - What's something new about your place of residence (room, home, or general location) now vs the start of the year?

Hm, for once i bought a christmas tree lol. Which is pretty cute btw. Also, Im constantly changing my bedroom layout, and adding posters and pics on the walls. ^^

tysm for the ask!! (sorry for the tmi in the birthday question lol)

(and sorry if I answered the wrong questions, since i don't have the ask to confirm it lol)

[straying-further-from-gods-grace]

Horror is my favorite genre, ever. Here's some movie reviews! 

And before anyone asks. Whatever kink you're thinking I might have while reading this. Yes. 

I'm actually rewriting this after having finished it and deleting the whole thing on accident. So. It's not as good as it was originally. Sorry y'all. 

Candyman 1992 10/10 ⭐

Not only was the lead actress amazing and hot but the lead actor, Tony Todd, was sooo sexy even covered in mother flipping bees. I'm allergic but I'd risk my life for a kiss from that man. He's still hot! I got a thing for noses and he's checking all the boxes idk what to tell ya. 

And sure the murdering and kidnapping and stalking isn't so good. But like. He loved that white gurl of his and it killed him. Smh

Friday the 13th idk which 10/10 ⭐

Sexy. Buff. Manly man. Can rip me apart bare handed. Can crush my skull in one fist. Is a mama's boy, always a plus. But maybe on the wrong end of the spectrum soo… idk. Seems a terrible MIL but I dunno I'm not planning to make it past the honeymoon. So. Worth it. 

Jeepers Creepers 3 11/10 ⭐

I love this entire series. I think Jeepers is sooo hot leather daddy frfr. 

Him hunting people for body parts and being immortal is pretty damned cool. 

Those claws. Ugh. Moan. 

Favorite scene is in movie three tho. Idk why him catching those teenagers on the bikes was so amazing to me but it was??? I love that he has a pimped out torture van! 

Hellraiser 13/10 ⭐

Cenobuns are sexy AF. They can ice these buns ANY day ANY place. The Engineer, The Female and Butterball can have foursome with me as the meat or the olive on a toothpick any fucking time. Pinhead can get it too, but, idk… I wanna cuck him. 

They are dimension hopping puzzle box loving autistic BDSM Dom's who live outside of any other form of normal there can ever be. They know the key to pleasures and horrors never before seen and all they wanna do is give it to you. And lemme say. I'll take it. Any. Fucking. Time. 

Terrifier 10/10 ⭐

My sis HATES clowns. One of these days I'm gonna get her to sit down with me and watch it. With all my clowns and dolls and gnomes. It's so yummy, sexy, and funny! Clown-ussy, as teens would say. 

Terrifier 2 11/10 ⭐

Loved how they thickened the plot. They threw some flour in that stew and let it burn. I want all costumes in this from the clowns to the Halloween the teen wears. Clown-ussy back at it again and even better! Love the sidekick, too. I imagine he adopts her like a little stray. 

Idk how people were throwing up. I laughed the whole movie! Clowns ARE funny, y'all. 

Scarehouse 11/10 ⭐

I can't even-

Corset popping her ribs. 

Acid pillow fight. 

Ripping out her implants. 

By the time I watched this movie I was ELEVEN and had been hit by the puberty semi truck that ran he over, backed up, and went back over. I was over sexualized while being increasingly disinterested in sex of any form dealing with a number of mental health illnesses and gender and sexuality concerns. Having only fake female friends after losing my only true one. So Idk I really liked this one. 

[akselisgod]

Okay so- I don't have a oneshot but I have an angsty idea if thats okay with u- (if not u can delete the ask :D)

Unrequited love with sniperscout! or- miscommunication i guess-

Sniper not having the time or heart to show or avoided that he liked Scout back because he felt as if he's married to the job, that he always needs to stay focus and make sure he's the professional he's known for.

But maybe there's another reason?

During one contract that was assigned to both Scout and Sniper ended up horribly and Scout almost died in Sniper's arms because of some single accident that blew their cover.

Sniper couldn't see Scout 'dying' in the field normally anymore after that contract since he almost died without respawn, and further on tried to distract himself from that memory, but at the same time accidentally ignoring and avoiding Scout because all he sees is that same Scout that almost took his last breath.

As for Scout, he liked Sniper to, and he didn't think much of his 'almost death' and thought it didn't affect Sniper alot.

But when Sniper started to avoid him, hang out and talk less, Scout felt like he did something wrong when he really didn't, he started to get sadder when Sniper stopped seeing him both on and off battle all together. Making Scout think that maybe Sniper found out about his liking in him and stopped hanging out with him because he thought he didn't feel the same way.

And with the lack of communication and explanation, the two no longer looked like friends

Genuinely hope this is something that got your liking, and if not I'm really really sorry and u can delete this ask :D

I’ll be honest —

I HATE miscommunication scenarios but for some reason this is so,, yummy

I’ve read this a few times with the pair but everytime it’s always good and it’s somehow never gotten old for me

I had a oneshot similar (but not really, not exactly just the miscommunication part I suppose lol) but YEAH! I love this idea!

Speaking of that oneshot I have it up on my Ao3 BUTTTT

It is not up to date, as in the ‘finished’ (it’s not) is still in a Google doc,, somewhere

ANYWAY AAA YES!! Thanks for sharing your idea!!