#also lowkey off topic but i need to spread some..... facts.......

[maochira]

Yeah, I'm from south/south-west Germany and Kaiser and Ness very much give me the vibes as if they grew up in my area. I can't say much about other parts of Germany but SO MANY people I've met play soccer in a small club (I have lots of cousins and like. 90% of them do and my half-brother as well)

Personality-wise Kaiser and Ness just give me south Germany vibes. I used to travel to north Germany multiple times a year when I was with my ex and the people there give me... very different vibes. (I know I know people everywhere are different but I have my experiences)

I saw people saying Kaiser could be from Berlin and I can see where people are coming from with that, but he doesn't give me Berlin vibes personally. If he's from a big city then it'd be something like Stuttgart.

Also considering Baden-Württemberg is right next to Bavaria it would make sense for Ness and Kaiser to live at least somewhat close to München/Munich. They most likely started playing for Bastard München before they turned 18 so maximum travel time should be idk 2 hours? 3 hours? Something like that

What part of Germany do you guys think Kaiser and Ness are originally from?

[evanpeterswifeyyy]

Personal Beef/ Vent Stuff. Absolute behemoth of drama, read at your own discretion

warning! topics of clear mental issues, sa, excessive yapping, lying, sexual content, drugs (weed)

lowkey might delete this if I regret it but oh well

I need to air this out into the void before I go insane because just talking about it with irl moots is not enough, and journaling isn't the same to me, and doesn't feel right. This is gonna be long, so buckle up buttercups.

Ok, so a little background.

I will be referring to this person as Amanda for privacy sake.

Me and Amanda have known each other since about third grade. We used to be friends for about a year around that time, but things went south when I realized that she had some major anger issues and lied about a lot of things. Obviously, we were children so it was petty stuff, but it was real for me at the time, and overall I just don't respect liars. It's something I was grown up on.

We stopped being friends in about fourth grade when she threatened me with violence, but became friends again about a year or two later when we were forced back together because of after school activities. I accepted that maybe she had changed and matured during that time, but things had only gotten worse.

During this time she lied to me about being one of the most popular animators on Youtube at the time. Childish, yes. But I was also a kid and a huge fan of said Youtuber at the time. I believed this lie for a few years until I pieced things together, the inconsistencies with her "proof" about animations and the fact that she only showed her drawings on paper. This isn't super important to the story, but it sets a start of a long pattern of attention seeking and lying.

Also at this time, we were going through puberty. We were both exploring our sexuality and gender expression, and there were inappropriate topics brought up. I have never been super comfortably talking directly about explicit content, at least not when I'm not the one trying to engage that sort of conversation. It's a very specific circumstance to me. (I'm saying this because it's important for later). Amanda used to pull up inappropriate material in front of me and we would laugh about as pre-teens do.

Eventually we stopped being friends again, I don't remember exactly why this time though. Just know that we wouldn't speak again until middle school.

During about eighth grade I believe, a new kid (we'll call him Jack), joined a few weeks into the beginning of the semester. I became friends with him because a large friend group I was in during that time were all friendly with him already. I ignored a growing gut feeling about him because all my friends liked him and also he had a more alternative style that I enjoyed. Only a few weeks into knowing him, he would begin dating Amanda, and me and good chunk of my friend group having known her since elementary school began to warn him about her pattern of behavior.

He brushed us off and we all started arguing with him about how we had known her for years and they had been dating for weeks, yet he kept arguing that she had "changed" (unsurprisingly she had not). He also told us that she had claimed that we didn't like her because she was too "caring". Which was obviously a complete lie. Eventually we gave up after finding out that he had his own problems, like believing that bullying fat people was a valid way to make people lose weight to "save them" from health issues.

Fast forward a few weeks that year and we began hearing rumors of them doing...things, in public in the school. ie the library, bathroom, locker rooms, etc. I knew that Amanda was already a slightly sexual person, but not to this extent. So I became worried, it was out of character even for her. I knew what it was like to have rumors spread that ruined reputations, so I wanted to confirm if they were true or not and see what was going on.

Amanda confirmed that yes, most of the rumors were true. I was of course then worried she was being pressured, and she sent me a long message that essentially implied that she was and that he was coming onto her all the time without her full consent. At that age, I knew what that meant and that it was serious. So I told an adult about what happened and reported the situation to proper authority (not the police, there was no evidence of actual assault). She received a call and so did Jack, and after that, she thanked me for doing and I believed all was solved and well. Oh boy, I was severely mistaken.

After that, I would begin to occasionally check in on her and see how things were doing, only dipping my toes into a friendship. I told her that I only wanted to be acquaintances, still traumatized from our past friendships. She agreed and understood, but eventually we got to highschool and we became inseparable. The most we had ever been friends. Amanda had never stopped dating Jack. We began having issues already a month later when they started dating on and off, leading into highschool.

To keep things short about their messy relationship, she would come to me all the time and talk about her relationship with Jack. She would tell me when they broke up, would bring him up if they were back together, told me all the times he supposedly cheated on her (conversation from a few months ago now implies that he may not actually have, but I can't say for sure.).

It got to the point where every month they broke up for a week and then got back together, and during that time they would both sleep around, Amanda would find out and then tell me how she was talking to a girl he had been with during/ between their relationship and we would both become friends with said girl. Every single time, Amanda introduced me to them. Every time, Amanda told me about it herself. Everything I know about their relationship is from her mouth (this is important).

During our friendship, I knew 3 girls that Jack had been with. But there was one that stood out in particular. We'll call her Susie.

Susie met Jack and one day they were hanging out at someone's house, Jack smokes weed big time and offered some to Susie for her first time. (She had never smoked before). She ended up greening out, and became conscious to him trying coerce her into doing stuff with him. She obviously didn't want to, and I don't know if things went any further. I remember it not, but the point is, he at least tried to assault her.

Susie told both me and Amanda about this situation and we all talked about it. Obviously mortified, I hoped that this information would finally keep the toxic relationship of Amanda and Jack officially broken. But alas, it did not.

Eventually we all drifted apart, and during that time they kept breaking up and getting back together over and over again. It was genuinely exhausting because I'm not exaggerating when I say 90% of our conversations were about Jack, and most were instigated by Amanda. So I knew essentially every detail as soon as it came about.

I found out later/ during this time that Amanda was also doing the same thing to some mutuals we had, and I talked with them about what was going on. Amanda later claims that me talking between these friends that already knew was "spreading rumors". Despite the fact that they were facts that came from her mouth, and were only shared to people we both knew or that already knew because of her.

There were a few times (and I also found out later that this happened to other friends of mine as well, more people I know that I haven't even spoken to about it) where she would show me private photos of her and Jack. Their entire relationship was and is very sexual. A lot of the positive conversations Amanda had about Jack was about how they had slept together, or when they were broken up she said word for word to me that she was "addicted to sex" so she was sleeping around between their breakup. As time went on, their relationship became more and more physical after middle school.

These photos that Amanda showed me were very explicit, and I never gave my full consent to seeing them nor had the rational mind at the time to consent. I brushed off because we were friends still, but looking back, I'm disgusted and I feel disgusting. This is something i feel she brushes off a lot just because I didn't say no.

And it doesn't help her case that I was not the only one to see these photos, and without explicit consent.

By the end of Freshman year, I tried to break the friendship off. I was becoming exhausted and couldn't keep up anymore. I had a conversation with her directly about it, but the very next day it was ignored and she kept talking to me. By the beginning of Sophomore year we had officially gotten into our first full argument over Jack and their relationship and everything that happened and stopped being friends.

There are details between then, but lets fast forward to now. We still have mutual friends, like a lot. And what I've noticed is that every time my name is mentioned by someone or a photo of me is shown, she begins a tirade about how I'm a bad person, and how I was "spreading rumors". She was apparently upset with me for "getting involved with her business", despite the fact that she always included me in and told me about it--and never once said I couldn't tell anyone. Especially when I knew she was telling other people the same information.

There were a few more arguments, mainly over text as usual, but eventually the arguing ended. I had thought.

I've heard from friends many of times how she brings me up, which I want to say--I barely talk about her or think about her anymore. The only time I do is when I actually see her, or someone is talking to me about her. Which I never tell any of our business to people who don't already know either of us, and I don't bring it up unprompted. And no, I don't mean I talk about when her name is brought up or there's a photo of her. I only talk about what happened if someone is already telling about something she did to them, or they ask me about it because she was talking about me to them.

Now we have today.

Today I received a message from a close friend of mine that informed me she was still talking about me to my friends.

Here's how it happened:

She posted on her social media alluding to me, about how she was upset that we had mutual friends because I'm a "bad" and "problematic" person (for caring about her well-being and toxic relationship she threw me in the middle of).

I feel the same way, the issue here is, I don't talk about it. I don't. I don't go to my friends and talk about it and try to sway them away from her, I don't post on my social media (except for now, but tumblr is more like a public diary to me) about it, and I don't bring her up every time I see her face or in my friend's following. Not even if she's in their posts or comments and dms.

I have no idea what prompted her to make the post, but I do know that the same post prompted my friend (we'll call her Trish) to message her and ask her what it was about. She began talking about me (the details I'm not aware of), and then Trish came to me and told me about it. I told Trish my side of the story, and she believed me and told me she already didn't enjoy being friends with Amanda and didn't believe her because me and Trish are much closer.

Fed up at this point, I go onto an unblocked account and message Amanda, respectfully and as kindly as possible, asking her to stop talking about me--especially to my friends. She tells me a bold faced lie that she was in fact not trying to turn my friends against me, but no matter how many times she says she's not trying to control the fact that her friends are mine as well, it is very obvious that's not actually the case from the amount she talks about me, and how my friends have described/ shown her talking about me.

She tells me that she is just explaining what I did wrong to her, and I'm still in the dark of what exactly I did to upset her specifically and how she thinks I'm the bad guy, so respectfully (again), I ask her and try to have a conversation that may finally settle the bad blood between us so we can both finally go our separate ways and I can stop hearing about this. But no, as soon as I ask she blocks me.

I find out she has posted MULTIPLE posts alluding to me again, a final one saying (paraphrasing) "normalize talking things out. Something that hurts other still exists even if you don't realize it". Which is ironic, because I was fully aware she was upset and hurt and acknowledge that in my message, and was trying to have a civil discussion about it. She also has never recognized the fact that she has done things to hurt me as well.

All this is to say, AMANDA I KNOW YOU WON'T EVER SEE THIS AND I RLLY HOPE YOU DON'T, BUT I'M TIRED. PLEASE FUCKING DROP IT AND LET ME LIVE IN PEACE.

Istg this gets brought up to me every few months and I'm genuinely done with it. I can't do it anymore.

Her and Jack are still together and are still having issues to this day and somehow I just cannot escape her mouth. All I have to say anymore, is that if she wants me out of her business, she can keep my name out of her mouth--and I'll give her the same respect.

If you listened to this unholy yap session, thanks. I'm actually exhausted from all this drama and I wish it would end already, but I know it's gonna resurface all over again and I'm going to have to explain to another friend that what she says about me isn't true and she's twisting what happened.

Some side notes:

She retracted Susie's statement about being practically assaulted, and genuinely used "well they made up and are friends now" as an excuse for not breaking up with him after what he did. She also claimed that because I told people about her boyfriend essentially being a rworder, I was "telling her story when it's not my place", when Amanda was the one going around and telling everyone. I had not mentioned Susie's name once when I told people, I just told them what he had done. Amanda was the one associating her with it and also told her that I was talking to people inside the group Amanda had told. And to be fair, I told people who I knew would not spread that kind of thing to anyone else but to me and the people involved. Susie ended up messaging me about it because of Amanda, and I explained to her the situation and everything was fine. I'm not sure if Susie and Jack being friends afterwards is true, and I can't confirm with her anymore because she either blocked me or deleted her Instagram. I'm still in close contact with one of Susie's close friends who joined in on the conversation during the time to this day though.

Whenever they broke up and she told me the reason (usually cheating or arguments) I would tell her that it's good they're not together anymore because of that (and I would also bring up the past issues they had as well, adding to the list each time) and that they should stay broken up this time. Every single time she told me "yeah, you're right" and agreed, and then went on to talk shit about Jack with me, before getting back together with him again a week later. And I would only ever find out because she would begin talking about him positively again unprompted, or about the last time they had sex. She apparently still does this same exact thing to her friends to this day, because the mutuals she's still "friends" with (most of them that I talk to say they are actually fake friends I find out, which is crazy to me, because so far it's been most of her friends) tell me how they have the same exact behavior from her after I tell them how she acted around me. Most of her conversations with people are always about her and Jack and especially how they're always supposedly having sex. It's so strange and vile.

Really hoping talking about this on here doesn't bring me some bad karma or anything. I don't even care if no one reads this, I just need to get it out and have someone other than 10 of the same people know about it. I need a fresh opinion, someone not involved or with personal ties.

[msommers]

ok you know I'm asking 🤝 for riya + minah but also: 🤥🥣🎉 for riya and maeve!

my brain shut down for a long time but we got here eventually lmao xoxoxo ty // thematic headcanons

🤝 connection headcanon

this is my moment to spread the truth that riya and minah would be excellent dance partners and they could have a lot of fun during downtime comparing which dances they both already know + teaching the other ones they don’t. minah was a in a whole ass troupe as a performer and riya used to spend at least 60% of her time as a thedas party girl, you can’t tell me that they don’t have a ridiculous bank of knowledge on this topic when putting their heads together. 

🤥 for a lie-themed headcanon

RIYA — i believe in my heart she used to convince her brother sebastian of the most ridiculous lies simply to annoy him. hall of fame for the entire week she got away with convincing him that their mother was about to marry her off to some royal/noble in another region, resulting in him going on numerous rants until their father heard one and the truth came out. probably spawned from her getting irritated by his snide comments about the king's permissive nature with mage freedoms. she had no choice but to convince him she'd be allowed to leave with no push back whatsoever just for a marriage, if you think about it. somebody had to bully him about it!!

MAEVE — i keep thinking of sad things to do with carden and i don't want that in my life. i'm shoving them all into a box and ignoring them, we don't need his bitch ass rn. so ummmmm how about just goofing on the fact that maeve's cranked the drama, angst, and romance levels all up to 169% in most of her stories and convinced such a staggering amount of people who read her stories of some absurd things. anti-witcher propaganda is in shambles because the beloved bard wrote of one that wept on his knees while confessing his love to a partner because the emotions were all Too Much and now that's just spreading around as gospel to some folk. i don't know who that tale would be about but it's funny, and also rip to the witchers who play into the "we have no emotions" thing for extra intimidation if they run into any of these bard fans, it's gonna be a rough one ✌️

🥣 for a food-themed headcanon

RIYA — i feel that as somebody who grew up in an incredibly privileged position, as well as in a kingdom that goes so hard with its aesthetics and appreciation for beauty that it extends into their cuisine, presentation is the most important part of food for riya. she'd be willing to overlook a dip in quality of the ingredients (mostly. she'd probably still lowkey shade it) if the plating was beautiful enough, but anything that looks low effort will immediately have her appetite leaping out of the nearest window.

MAEVE — (food adjacent so i'm counting this) maeve can't cook for the life of her so she turned to setting tables to feel useful during meal times, then ended up Loving it as an activity because it was an unexpected and easy output for her creativity and attention to detail. carden would've ruined this for a few years (as he did with most things), but this is something she could've rekindled enjoyment of fairly quickly after he'd gone with the help of greyson. he gets to go ham in a fully-stocked rich kitchen and she gets to spend 40 minutes deciding which flowers are perfect for the evening’s dinner before finally working on any other part of the table, and that's just good teamwork idk what to tell you

🎉 for a celebration-themed headcanon

RIYA — i stand by my goof statement from numerous sessions ago that riya used to crash a bunch of parties/events in cumberland just because she could get away with it. she's done it technically twice now in-session so i believe she deserves to have gotten away with it multiple times in the past. probably, yes, she would have been invited to so very many events because of what family she's from, but i'm not talking about those ones we're ignoring those rn. we're talking about riya walking into a semi-private gala hosted by royalty or some shit and getting away with it because she batted her eyelashes at the right guard or noble and then she got to spend the night vibing out as andraste intended. i'm counting this as celebration themed bc she'd certainly feel celebratory for getting away with these things lmao

MAEVE — the thing is that this bard has too much money and that means she can get away with throwing celebration parties over whatever she wants purely as an excuse to call all her friends and loved ones together so they can have a night day&night enjoying themselves. maeve's gestures are so grand that she's planning parties just so people can have a break and feel her affection through the efforts.

[dystopiandilfs]

I am never been so close to anti-stan then I am right now. Dreams Twitter fanbase started the biggest hate train on him because they themselves:

1. Took his inital tweet with the drugs comment as a race issue, like it was obvious that was not the intent or even the focus.

2. Got mad at his completely rational reply to a toxic Stan that used both white and adhd as an isult - the toxic Stan was saying his fanbase will dogpile them, well if you didn’t phrase your concerns in a toxic way in a public place maybe you wouldn’t be concerned about it. Like he empasised he had no intent to relate it to rap - and they see him say rap and fucking ran with it.

3. Got mad at him for disagreeing with someone generalizing his 23 million fans as anti-black, like even his stance on stans is entirely anti-generalizing, he literally denounced any that are in the same comment.

4. Bullied him into unprivating his account because they can’t share screenshots apparently.

5. Got mad a him for tweeting a fucking heart.

Then they turn around and blame the entire thing on the antis, like no. You blew it out of proportion and reacted like shit to everything he did. You are the problem. All the responses to his last tweet are “educate yourself and reflect” and “come back with a better apology” like no. He apologized when he shouldn’t have and you cyber bullied him. They are bloody proud of theirselves for “holding him accountable“ for something they misconstrued.

He needs to delete that stan video because they aren’t worth it.

First thing i want to say is that this post is going to be joint answered as evangeline is white so this is going to be answered by her and me as im half african half american. Normally evanageline would be voicing her opinions and adding ours in if we had any but as its a racism issue she didnt feel comfortable to voice only her opinions. However shes the one writing the post apart from this bit to keep up the consistentcy of the blog page. -Trinity (Basically Trin gave her thoughts using a voice note and I slightly edited it so the sentences were a bit more coherent and added both mine and the other admins opinions as Trin doesn't really use twitter unless it's through my priv account - Evangeline)

I will say that a lot of the fan drama that you see are a smaller group that is known to attack and harass Dream and anyone who disagrees with anything. Eventhough they are a small group they mass reply to everything and make themselves look bigger than they are. Not only that but the only thing they end up doing is overshadowing the original issue at hand which is fans harassing and being racist to eachother. So a lot of what I'm about to say is mainly what this group is doing and isn't at all a reflection of a lot of fans but it is something that needs to be talked about especially since a bunch of this groups members are either white or white passing but get mad on black people's behalf and is basically setting them up.

I don't mean to be rude or dismissive but a lot of people used this as an opportunity to trauma dump. Like I know going into horrible details about what you have to deal with is the only way to get the point across sometimes however harassing Dream and spamming him with stuff like "I was harassed because I'm gay" "I was doxxed because I was Asian" is lowkey weird. Like why are you telling this random guy on the internet that you were doxxed? What is he going to be able to do about it? Also not to defend Dream but how are you going to sit there and break one of his few boundaries whilst trying to educate him.

On top of that the issue was originally how racist some of the fandom are to black people but then other minority groups started talking about how they were also being stereotyped and attacked but all this is doing is talking over other minorities. For example a large group of fans started off talking about how they were being attacked by other stans because of their skin colour but then immediately started to harass and threaten others. Like some were clearly not being serious but dming people and update accounts to retweet and spread awareness isn't the move you think it is. Obviously a lot of them were genuinely trying to spread awareness and were trying to get the respect and treatment they deserve but all of that was being overshadowed by the few that were attacking and harassing creators and fans. Then a lot of it turned into minorites fighting each other over who was more oppressed which just makes the whole thing seem like petty drama.

I will say a lot of them were lovely. I am pretty uneducated on race based issues and how certain things effect people and can be racist so I was asking a lot of questions and most of them were nice. However I also got a lot of snarky ones like "google it" to questions that weren't general like "Is it mocking to call white people crackers and token white boy if you are a white person" or "is ______ considered micro aggressions"

However as usual it went from trying to educate your creators to who is the most oppressed and who can bring up more past drama that has already been addressed multiple times. I'm not being funny but the fact that some well known Dream antis were defending Dream and shitting on stans should really tell you how non productive this is. It went from "Hey Dream this comment is a bit weird can you delete it please" to "Dream you should stop being friends with this person and you should follow this person otherwise your racist" Like that's not helping anyone. The only thing that it's doing is breaking Dreams boundaries, setting Dream up and making stans look bad.

Like people were @ing Sapnap and George telling them to "collect the racist friend" like how is that spreading awareness. The whole thing went from being a good chance to educate to a big fucking joke that just made a lot of people upset and anxious.

Honestly the whole thing was pretty fucking hypocritical like you can't talk about being harassed whilst harassing people into hearing you out. A lot of the issues seemed really gatekeepy to me as well. One that I saw constantly get brought up was that the only people allowed to say dy*e were black lesbians as they created the word. Like a big topic was a misuse of aave but not a single person actual explained what it was or gave examples all I saw was "mcyttwt needs to stop using aave language it's offensive" like you can't claim to be educating people if you don't explain. Not everyone can access websites and caards that get linked because of regions or web rescrictions so they're not helpful either.

HOWEVER I will agree that a lot of their points were completely valid like the whole thing of "Feral Feb" over shadowing BHM and whenever Dream listens to rap people complain and call it bad music are two really good examples. I listened to a few twitter spaces to learn a bit more and things that were said in there was all good info that would be genuinely helpful to know and it really did help edcuate me however not a single tweet said any of it and that's why people don't understand what they're doing is wrong because nobody explains it.

A lot of the issues that people had with Dream were so weird as well like a lot of them were self oppression and turning normal things into racism. A lot of the issues had the same energy as the 404twt fans who were genuinely mad at Dream for having a colour that George couldn't see and they were harassing him and claiming that he was purposely excluding diasbilities.

Usually we would add more but Trinity got a bit upset and stressed so she had to stop answering various asks and the other admins are all white or white passing and don't feel like it's our place to put our own opinions. We will try to answer other asks with similar thoughts later - Evangeline

[azucanela]

GOING TO A CAT CAFÉ WITH THEM [GENDER NEUTRAL HEADCANNONS & SCENARIOS]

FT. AKAASHI KEIJI, KENMA KOZUME,  USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

SUMMARY: Going to a cat café with the boys is eventful!

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

WARNINGS: domestic, fluff, established? relationship, aged up for no reason

A/N: proudest of ushijima’s that is all akjsdjkasd also disregard random keyboard smashes, i think i caught them all but my cat kinda just did a dance on my keyboard ya know and uhhh yeah if you followed me for haikyuu!! now is the time to get your juice bc i have a [another] tsukki fic in the works

AKAASHI KEIJI

HEADCANNONS & SCENARIOS

100% his idea, or at least hes the one who initiated the date after hearing you offhandedly mention a new cat café coming to town, i feel like akaashi likes cats and dogs so he’ll be happy no matter what. but like cats just hold a special place in his heart because i dunno, akaashi lowkey reminds me of a cat, i have no explanation

akaashi honestly just thinks it would be cute to watch you interact with cats, like obviously he likes cats himself, but like w o w 

his s/o AND cats, how could this get better

“Y/N?” Akaashi spoke softly, arms wrapped around Y/N as he rested his head on their shoulder. Y/N hummed absentmindedly as they continued to cut the fruit before them, tilting their head towards him to indicate that they are listening. “I was thinking that for our date next week we could go to the cat café you mentioned.” 

Y/N pauses, their hands freezing as they spoke, “are you for real?”

Akaashi smiled, pressing a kiss to Y/N’s neck, “yes for real. You said you wanted to go and it sounds fun.”

“Have I ever told you how amazing you are?”

He offers them a small smile before pressing another kiss to their cheek, “Not often enough.” Comes his response, earning and eye roll from Y/N, though they lean further into his hold.

“Well, I’m excited to go with you.”

akaashi is the type to pay more attention to you than the cats, he finds your interactions with them entertaining and just all around thinks everything about that is adorable.

he loves watching you in general because he’s an observant kind of person. watching your mannerisms and interactions with others is how he kinda get to know you in his own sort of way, if that makes sense? he just compiles all this information about you in his head

obviously he’ll be petting cats as well but i feel like akaashi is actually really cold, like naturally cold, so cats might find that off putting but also he is probably really good with cats

they’ll be pestering him but he’s just watching you with a SOFT look on his face, like even the other people in the cat café are jealous watching because wow he likes likes you

likes to just hold cats, and cuddle, akaashi seems like the type to enjoy napping and could easily be compared to one himself because i dunno,,, he has cat vibes

Akaashi’s eyes don’t leave Y/N’s figure as he watches them pet the cat before them affectionately, a smile coming onto his face as he silently thanks himself for suggesting this. He absentmindedly strokes the cat seated in his own lap as his eyes meet theirs.

“Keiji we need to come back here.” They exclaim, smile on their face as they stare back down at the cat in glee.

He couldn’t help but wonder if they should consider adopting their own cat, nodding along to her words in agreement, “we should.” 

Y/N beams at Akaashi, moving closer to him to press a kiss to his cheek before returning their attention to the cat. In the corner of their eye, they can feel Akaashi’s eyes remain on them momentarily, before his gaze falls onto the cat once more. And Y/N can’t help but smile as they think of what the rest of the day holds.

And the cat they may or may not have been looking into buying.

KENMA KOZUME

HEADCANNONS & SCENARIOS

cat person HANDS down, i feel like this is a universally accepted fact, but cats are just calm. dogs definitely overwhelm kenma, they’re too high maintenance, and he probably finds them gross ngl.

i feel like he’s definitely wanted to go to a cat café with you, he’s just never asked because he thinks you’ll say no or smth

if you don’t ask he will ask eventually though, but i feel like you’d hear about a cat café nearby and be like wait kenma likes cats we should go

“Hey babe?” Y/N spoke from their seat on the couch, feet resting on Kenma’s lap and eyes still on their phone as they stared at the ad for the cat café.

Kenma on the other hand, sat with his eyes trained on the TV screen as he played on his many video games. He’s speaking lowly into the small mic connected to his headphones, but that doesn’t stop him from humming in reply to Y/N’s question as he brings a hand to move one of the headphones off his ear to listen. 

“Would you be interested in going to a cat café with me?”

Almost immediately, Kenma turns to Y/N, nodding far more eagerly than they expected. Kenma mumbles something into his mic before the TV screen goes black and he’s taking his headset off before spreading Y/N’s leg to move between them and rest his head on their stomach and look up towards them. “When?”

he would be so excited, like it would be the day of and he’d be trying to rush you out of the house because he wants to go see the cats n o w

don’t even try to talk to him when you finally get there because kenma is SUBMERGED in cats, he is no longer with you, his mind is with the cats. okay??? okay. glad we are on the same page.

kenma knows how to treat cats to get them to like him, he knows how to pet them and approach them, he has done research because he is SO READY to ask you about adopting a cat together— this is basically a proposal, say yes. 

in general the cats would enjoy his presence, he’s calm and wouldn’t manhandle them, he understands boundaries and isn’t going to bother cats that don’t want to be bothered

he probably wouldn’t like attract cats, but he definitely wouldn’t scare them off, and if you visit the cat café frequently enough they’ll all definitely start to gravitate towards you because wow!! the guy who gives good pets!!

yeah but dont go to a cate café for a date, you’ll get neglected, his attention is on the cats. he will, on occasion, look towards you and see how you are doing with the cats. this is a test to see if you are worthy of owning a cat with him

if you pass then he now wants to marry you congrats. 

slightly off topic but kenma strikes me as the type of person who is just cold all the time

A soft smile found its way onto Kenma’s face as he gently petted the cats, scratching behind its ear before looking up at Y/N, who stared at him with a smile of their own. “Having fun?” They asked, hand on the cat seated in their lap. 

The boy in question nodded, leaning downwards towards the cat, “we should come here again.” Y/N is about to reply when the cat in Kenma’s lap reaches up and swats aggressively at his hair, a look of shock followed by another smile making its way onto his face as he allowed more hair to come into his face.

“Yes, we definitely should.” 

Kenma looks up to Y/N, cheeks dusted in red as he tilts his head at her, “maybe we could adopt a cat.” He looks back down at the cat before him, “do you think they’d let us—”

“We both know the answer,” Y/N replies before he can finish, “but I’m sure we can look into it.”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

HEADCANNONS & SCENARIOS

honestly

both a cat and dog person but cats hit different 

ushijima was probably talking about you with tendou, offhandedly, and he mentioned how he wanted to do something with you for like your anniversary or some sort of occasion or just purely because he is grateful for your existence

and then he was like, “yes I was considering taking them on a date to this—” he’s gonna say a fancy restaraunt and tendou is gonna be like lmao no

"So, what are you doing this weekend Ushiwaka?” Ushijima doesn’t same to take notice of Tendou’s suggestive brow raising, or the suggestive look on his face, much to Tendou’s dismay.

He replies nonetheless, “I intend to take Y/N on a date, they’ve done a lot for me and I figured they would enjoy the new—”

“Let me stop you right there my tall friend.” Ushijima frowned at the interruption but paused, gazing at Tendou with a look of confusion as he grinned widely at the renowned ace. “Cat cafés are the perfect way to express your gratitude to your lover.”

Ushijma tilts his head at Tendou, “cat café?” The questioning tone brings an incredulous look onto Tendou’s face as he stares at Ushijima.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know what cat cafés are– you seem like a cat person, there’s no way I was wrong—”

tendou suggested going to a cafe date, and i feel like its because he just has a feeling that ushijima wakatoshi likes cat, and is completely incapable of planning a date well enough

tendou lowkey wants to go— maybe even bringing goshiki along, suggesting that he could observe was elite aces do in their free time, something the young and easily influenced boy would definitely [eagerly] agree to do alongside tendou — but he thinks stalking you and ushijima is like...

ya know, stalkerish. not that this has ever stopped him before, but he has a feeling that ushijima would want to return to the cat café and he’d have another chance to witness his interactions with cats

speaking of

when y’all get there its gonna be... kinda chaotic

this can go two ways for ushijima, like he’s a big guy and i feel like he is on the warmer side because of this and his athleticism and stuff like that, a mini human heater if you will.

he is also very tall and resembles a tree

many cats will love him, coming over to him and winding between his legs, purring against him and enjoying his warmth. but also meowing at him until he p i c k s t h e m u p. ushijima is confused by this, but at some point he does pick up the cat to ask— literally ask — what is wrong, and it stops meowing so he’s like oh okay then you’re fine. he puts the cat down and its BACK TO MEOWING AT HIM AND HE’S???

there’s definitely going to be a cat that literally climbs him, like sinks its claws into his pant legs, and maybe even to the skin, and climbs up his body to try and steady its self on his shoulders

i feel like he has good pain tolerance so he should be fine

but there is definitely going to be a cat that does not like him and its like scared of him because wow!! tall human!! scary face!! no!!

ushijima is probably gonna watch you while all these cats are harassing him for attention, but no— his attention is on you, his beautiful s/o.

Y/N grinned as they watched their boyfriend stare down at the cat that rubbed itself against his pant legs, purring and meowing repetitively as it look up at him. “Babe, why don’t you pick up the cat?” Y/N suggested, gesturing with their free hand to the cat below. 

Ushijima offered them a small — and most definitely nervous — smile as he leaned down, eyes fixating on the cat as his hands came to its side and he lifted it upwards to cradle the cat in his arms. “What’s wrong?” He asked, eyes narrowing at the cat in confusion.

Y/N nearly laughed at the question as the cat ceased meowing, prompting Ushijima to frown as he nodded solemnly, “you want to be put down then?” He asks, freeing the cat from his grasp and gently placing it on the ground, only to be met with another, rather aggressive meow. 

He probably would’ve picked the cat up again had the small cat that had effectively evaded him their entire time in the cat café not appeared in the corner of his eye. Y/N watched as he turned slowly, gaze falling on the cat that stared at him with piercing eyes.

And then ran away.

A laugh escaped Y/N as they watched the interaction, only for Ushijima to look up at them and frown, huffing as he carefully maneuvered through the cat café in fear of hurting a cat. “Come here— no, stop that. Stop running—” His arms were extended outwards as he slowly walked towards the cat, brows pursed together in concentration.

Y/N simply stared, a small smile on their face as they decided they wanted to do this again. 

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[wovenstarlight]

YWBK update: chapter 25 + liner notes

yesterday will be kinder has updated! you can read chapter 25 here, or start from the beginning here

okay, on to notes and commentary! first time i’m doing these, let’s hope this works out. commentary under the cut to save people’s dashes

Hamin laughs. “Given how bad you are at not being suspicious, that’s understandable.” “Oh, come on, I’m not that bad.” Hamin screws up his whole face in a squint. “Okay, so maybe I’m a little bad.”

this part was really funny to me when i wrote it because i was like “hmm reasons for DHM to understand why HHJ wouldn’t work in the guild” and then i was like Wait. Their Whole First Meeting, Dude. DHM was lowkey convinced for the longest time that HHJ was like, on the run from the KR version of the mafia, and got plastic surgery to look like his little brothers, and is possibly in some sort of witness protection program??? or something??? how else does he not have cops on his ass this man is so suspicious all the time

“I don’t think… They said the dungeons were, like, different worlds? Did they find people there?”

mafia theory second place. dungeon theory first place

“Like, humans? Um. No, no humans.” “So then you can’t be from there. Okay.”

dungeon theory shot down. mafia theory back in the running

“Hey,” he says cautiously. “I’m— I’m gonna go get us some water, okay? Why don’t you… take a minute.” “Okay.” “The bathroom is over there, if you need it.” “Okay. Thank you.”

after four years working alongside a guy you start to notice when he’s feeling a little out of it and needs a bit of a break... but as JHW mentions later you also learn to be a little subtle about giving him one

jung heewon What’s with your typing? It reads like Jihye’s [HYJ]’s fine. Very energetic Too energetic? He’s going to burn out. How do I make him calm down

Epic Burnout Man makes a reappearance! when translating sclass one of the things that makes me want to shake HYJ most is his habit of constantly adding things to his to-do list while he already has 1 billion things on his plate. and all the time he’s whining about “UGH there’s SO MUCH WORK to do” No One Asked You To Do It

Anyway. the point is. HYJ isn’t about to be beat by HHJ at Developing Issues 😔

jung heewon I haven’t spoken to him directly about this because if he’s anything like you he’ll take it as an insult You wtf whts tht supposed 2 mean quit typing jung heewon Better not say shit, mr “No, I can’t take days off and cater to my interests or go out with friends or on a date, I’m too busy taking care of the kids and making sure their needs are met, no I don’t care that there are thousands of people out there balancing personal enjoyment and romance and work AND kids at the same time, are you suggesting I be a BAD GUARDIAN to MY KIDS?”

see above re: not being too direct with pointing out when HHJ’s having Issues because he doesn’t react well

You wht but our eyes r fine jung heewon Even if having glasses doesn’t run in the family, you should still get him checked, just in case

top 10 funny time travel moments: referring to you and your past self as “us” (our = my eyes are fine), but other people think you mean “our family” (our eyes are fine = no family history of long/shortsightedness)

Also. Sooyoung-ie says hi [Attachment: 20XX1213_144516.jpg] 

ok no lie this was one of the parts that pissed me off the most, even though it’s Literally One Line, because. i love chat exchanges. i really do. when done right they’re a lot of fun to read. But Do You Know How Long It Took Me To Figure Out A Calendar For The Events In This Fic. now everything’s TIMED i have to count HOW MANY DAYS IT’S BEEN since XY event so i can CORRECTLY NUMBER the FILE ATTACHMENTS!!! this sucks!!! it took me fucking forever to pin down a timeline just so i could write this chapter plus the few before and after it!!!!

anyway i gave up when i reached year. i just put 20XX. fuck it. we are running on fairy tail time now. (actually i think that’s XXnumber number? XX76? or was it X796. something like that. Who cares i stopped watching fairy tail forever ago)

Fuck it! Hamin will understand!! “If you Awaken you should come work with me,” Han Hyunjae says all in a rush. 

“HAMIN WILL UNDERSTAND” => he literally was cool with me giving zero context for half a dozen absolute balls to the wall nonsense bullshit things i’ve done before. he’ll be fine with this too. dog_in_burning_house_this_is_fine.png

“You already know about the guilds, those are going to be for dungeon Hunters, but I was thinking of forming something like an independent group of contractors. Awakened people with skills that aren’t useful for combat, but that might… that will be generally useful. It’d be you and me, and maybe one other guy I met recently. Probably more in the future.”

given that HHJ has no idea currently that peace exists (i’m so sorry baby i’ll find a way to shoehorn you in soon i miss you so much) he’s got no intentions to start a kiseungsu business yet! he mostly wants to live quietly while just acting as a manager for other Awakening-related services, like YMW’s forge and DHM’s tracking service, along with the information exchange/lowkey spy ring that he’s planning on setting up with JHW and the bar. since HYH is fine associating with him in this timeline, HHJ’s thinking he can get a foot in the door that way, then eventually spread out into dealings with most major guild leaders

RIP to this plan. you were well-made but you will not last long.

“Please, I can’t tell you how I know that, I really can’t, it’d put me and my brothers in danger if it got out. But—” “No need.” Hamin looks slightly alarmed, and Han Hyunjae feels himself settle at the obvious concern in his eyes.

MAFIA THEORY RAPIDLY RISING TO PROMINENCE??? THIS IS NOT HOW DO HAMIN WANTED HIS GUESS CONFIRMED

“I spoke to the Task Force Head and she said that there’s been discussion about hosting a meeting for the nearby high-rankers, where they’ll announce the guild proposal and see who else is interested in trying it out.”

“they’ll announce” i’m sorry king 💔 you deserved a nap

(OH ALSO FUN FACT choi eunyoung is a canon character, not an OC of mine! she appears in uhhh i think late 140s? 150s? something like that)

“I think there’s… probably only one other S-rank who’s Awakened right now?”

Hehehehehehehehehehehehehhehe

Hamin beams. “No, they’re doing great! Spookie’s taken really well to the new housing situation, but I think Spots might miss the store…”

shoutout to @daemonic-dawn​ for letting me borrow a pet name, love u king. i had a much longer ramble about pet names here but i finished typing and realized it was all entirely off topic so i removed it for convenience

Hyunjae makes an annoyed noise in the back of his throat. “Don’t— I mean.” He huffs, visibly taking a deep breath, and Yoojin frowns reflexively. [...] “Is everything alright?” Yoojin kind of wants to be annoyed at his tone on principle, but he forces his shoulders to relax, matching Hyunjae’s posture. Though he can’t stop himself from being a little short when he answers.

things the brothers have learned in four years living together: getting confrontational often leads to arguments that just fizzle out anyway, so it’s way fucking easier to consciously tone down their combativeness in advance when talking to each other about things they have problems with, instead of screaming their heads off and then having to calm yoohyun down afterwards to boot

“I guess. Whatever.” Yoojin slumps. “Can I…” “Hm?” Hyunjae blinks at Yoojin as he gestures to the spot on the bed beside him, then jolts. “Oh! Yeah, sure, c’mere.” He opens his arms, and Yoojin goes over and flumps on the bed, head in Hyunjae’s lap. Almost immediately, Hyunjae starts stroking fingers through his hair, and Yoojin relaxes into the touch, listening as Hyunjae continues speaking.

cuddles 🥺🥺🥺 sorry i don’t have any other commentary here just. cuddles. extremely and overwhelmingly comforting for a man who spent the better part of 8 years(?) with no major positive relationships, and a kid who spent 12 years of early life basically abandoned by his parents. you had best bet they gave up on not hugging each other 1 year into this whole mess

Yoojin hums in acknowledgement. It’s not like he’d ever let himself get hurt; he has too many responsibilities to his family and friends. If he wants to be good enough to keep up, he can’t afford to fuck up like that. But… hyung will worry if he keeps working so hard. He can slow down a little for him. 

Problems disorder man when will you stop. the way he sees “getting hurt” as an inconvenience and an obstacle to his duties rather than a danger to himself. the way he doesn’t really care if he himself gets hurt, but if it’ll worry his family, then it’s a no-no. it’s just. wow. i know i wrote this but i hate him

“Not really. I talk to Myeongwoo about it sometimes.” “Ah, right, Myeongwoo.”

haha gays

“Don’t be weird about him,” Yoojin warns[...]. “I won’t, promise.”

if the “i won’t” line had a dialogue tag it’d be “Han Hyunjae lied”

“Is Eunwoo still in his relationship?” “Mhm, happy as ever. Apparently they’re trying long-distance, now that Eunwoo’s gone off to university abroad.”

three guesses for who eunwoo’s dating and you won’t need the first two

Hyunjae raises his hands like he’s going to deny the accusations levelled against him, so Yoojin seizes him by the collar and shakes him until he cries for mercy

oh my o/rv ass struggled so bad with not writing “shakes him like a man betrayed” here. it killed me not to. but in the end i prevailed (against, uh, myself. don’t think about it too hard.)

“Jeez, okay, he’s an F-rank!” “Eh?! Then why—” “He’s also got an SS-rank potential skill,” Hyunjae admits[...].

play-by-play of this scene because god if i draw any scene in this fic it would be this one just for the sheer hysterical nature of HYJ’s reaction:

YOOJIN: I HATE YOU WHAT THE FUCK WHY. TELL ME HIS RANK

HYUNJAE: HE’S AN F

YOOJIN: WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK?

HYUNJAE: he’s also got an SS-rank skill,

YOOJIN:

[an-avid-reader]

The Hate U Give - Angie Thomas

my rating: 5/5 stars

On the night of a party gone wrong in Garden Heights, or “the hood”, Starr and her childhood best friend, Khalil, drive away only to be stopped by a white police officer. Khalil, unarmed, gets shot right in front of Starr’s eyes. Alas, Starr’s worlds—Garden Heights and Williamson, a predominantly white prep school—collide as word of Khalil’s death spreads and she is the only witness. Will Starr be able to bring justice to Khalil via riot and protests, or will he be remembered as a drug dealer and a thug?

"Funny how it works with white kids though. It's dope to be black until it's hard to be black"

Link to Goodreads || Spoiler-free review

A few things to check out:

Dear White People (Netflix)

When They See Us (Netflix)

Why I’m No Longer Talking to White People About Race (Book)

A list of places to donate to / one YT video if you’re unable to donate 

Here’s a post that is much more comprehensive

let me know if any of the links don’t work, I will update them :)

There’s a reason why this book has quite a few awards on the front—this book covers what some may consider a “taboo” topic aka racism, but it’s an issue. I’m writing this review slightly earlier than before I’m posting it, but right now the current news is about George Floyd’s death, which is arguably more brutal than what happened in this book, but the fact that some police officers still think race has something to do with one’s intentions is outrageous and disgusting. Even in Canada, there have been instances of racism across history (spoiler: Canada isn’t a ‘saint nation’, even though the population is very diverse). 

For these reasons, I think this book, while it is triggering, I think it should be fit into the curriculum for students to read so that they may be educated on racism, and how it can literally kill others, as well as to try and dismantle the systematic racism that is imposed on us from a young age. I can never sit here and tell you that I can experience what Starr went through (or what any POC—black or otherwise—has ever been through), I can only educate myself and emphasize with what’s been said/done to you—please call me out if I’ve said something that may be offensive and feel free to correct me if I’ve said anything wrong.

Alright now on with the book review! This book is so raw and powerful, Thomas does a great job of describing the scenes and the emotions Starr goes through during each scene. We get to see how she feels about dating a white boy while being black herself, how her neighbourhood is beautiful despite it being described as the hood, we also get to see how Starr’s demeanor completely changes while she’s at school vs when she’s visiting her family. While Thomas’ writing may be simple, she does a great job of capturing those moments and the emotions tied within the scene.

As we get to see Starr becoming a witness and taking legal action, I wasn’t sure where the story was headed. Would Khalil get justice and would the cop go to jail? How would Starr’s mental health be affected? Will her family be okay? (Don’t you just love it when there’s so much more conflict in the story that needs to be resolved and yet there are only 2 chapters left) Etc. etc. The thing about The Hate U Give is that there are multiple story lines, which help to drive the story forwards. Those plotlines didn’t feel out of place or forced—everything seemed to progress at a reasonable pace. 

I feel like one of the key parts of this story are the characters and their dynamics to the story. The most obvious being between Starr and her family. Although Starr has her own secrets that she keeps from her dad (*cough cough* Chris *cough cough*), I feel like they still have a strong bond, especially as the story went on and her dad, Maverick, stood behind Starr, even when things went south. (I could also 100% relate to Starr bickering with her brothers—even her half-brother). Then there’s Chris, which I kinda feel weird about him...which I feel like it’s a spoiler so I’ll talk about it under the cut. Overall, I’m glad that while he doesn’t understand what Starr has been through, he doesn’t judge her—he listens to her story and he also stays by Starr’s side at all times. I appreciate that Thomas didn’t put too much focus on the romance, otherwise I think it would’ve detracted from the main message. Finally, there are Starr friends. Even though we only got to know Khalil for a bit at the beginning, I like that Starr’s friendship with him was sprinkled throughout the story, even if it was in subtle ways. You could tell that, while their friendship may have fallen apart, Starr really cared for him and he was at the forefront of her mind. We also get to see Maya and Haliey’s friendship with Starr...and I can’t talk much about that without spoilers :/ let’s just say...it was interesting…

While I can’t exactly relate to Starr on an emotional/traumatic/life experience level, I love that we are both Harry Potter fans and she runs a Tumblr (which idk why but I’m always taken aback when books have Tumblrs?? Yet here we are). I appreciate that she tries to see the best in people, until they prove her wrong (or give her a reason to not like them). I think Starr is a strong role model in the sense that she stands up for herself and is determined to get justice, although she’s not cocky about it. It’s quite the opposite, she doubts herself—I just remember that there were so many parts where she blamed herself for not recalling every single detail of the incident or not putting emphasis on the type of person Khalil was to avoid him getting stereotyped. Starr also questioned her relationship with Chris, albeit she seemed a bit naive at some points. Because of Starr’s strong personality and her core values, the message of The Hate U Give is so much stronger, hence why I feel like everyone should read this novel.

Finally, I learned a lot from this novel. Regardless of the fact that this is a fictional book, it is very much based on the realities of Black people and the hardships they must endure on a daily basis. To be honest, I feel so dumb for not even realizing that the title spells out THUG and runs parallel with Tupac’s meaning of THUG LIFE. Mind you, now when I look at the cover, it’s all I see. I also didn’t realize that Black kids and teens are taught how to act around the police—all to be avoided to get arrested, shot, or killed—which is frankly, messed up. Thomas also takes the time to address the names she used, intentionally to give another layer of the book, which I feel that it is based on reality. I can definitely see why this book has received so many awards—and if this book were implemented in schools, it would allow the discussion on racism to be opened and it would also allow kids to see that not all authors are white, old men (looking at you, Shakespeare, which tbh the only good play I read was Macbeth).

I wanted to thank you for reading my review; if you’ve read this book, I’d love to know your thoughts. Below the cut, I have a spoiler section that I wanted to include (which I might add in future reviews, idk though). 

Please stay safe and healthy,

~ Cassandra / an-avid-reader

THE REMAINDER OF THIS REVIEW CONTAINS SPOILERS

Okay, I’m not going to lie, but I thought that no one knew about Chris; didn’t Starr mention within the first few chapters that she can’t introduce him to her family because she’s afraid of what they’ll say/judge her for dating a white boy? But then, it turns out it’s just her dad that doesn’t know about him??? Idk if my memory is really that bad or if it’s such a slim detail (maybe it actually is an inconsistency o.O). But anyways, I love how Maverick was just playing with him (and making it clear that Chris would be in big trouble if he hurt Starr). I’m also not sure if he has a fetish for Black women (which Starr also pointed that out)—which I don’t know how to feel about that. I know some people have a thing for people of colour (Asians are commonly a fetish too, for example) but then some guys also have a thing for super short girls? Um yeah. I’ll probably leave it at that.

I’m not sure if it was just me, but I deadass thought Seven was going to be a gangbanger. He was sooooo suspicious anytime King was mentioned (which I get King is with Seven’s biological mom, but still I can’t be the only one who was suspicious, right?). I have to give him props though for putting his sisters’ needs before his own and for also listening to Iesha’s point of view. This man doesn’t give on people easily, and that’s a nice change. 

The last thing I wanted to include in this spoiler section is Haliey. I just— wtf man. She perfectly embodies the issue and idk she gave me such Karen vibes. It’s so frustrating that she just accepted the newspaper’s article story at face value—I don’t even think she even took the time to listen to the other point of view. I’m so glad that Starr punched her in the face, even though that resulted in her getting in trouble. And it’s not even towards just Starr that she was racist! When Maya opened up about Haliey’s comments, I was pretty infuriated. I think Haliey’s comments came from a place of ignorance or a lack of education, but it just bothered me that she just brushed it off. Smh “it was just a joke” or “get over it” *rolls eyes* Just apologize, Haliey, and educate yourself, please. Actually, maybe she could take lessons from Mr. Warren, their english teacher because he was lowkey a G. I was pleased to see he was a teacher (who are often seen as role models) that actually gave a crap about Starr and what she was going through. I guess we just need to be more attentive to what people have to say and be more empathetic when they’re hurt.

[anasticklefics]

A Weird Situation

Fandom: MCU

Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker (don’t tag as ship)

Summary: Tony notices that Peter doesn’t share as many things with him anymore; specifically why he won’t stop poking him even though Tony isn’t beneath tickling him back.

A/N: Based on this prompt. This took me approximately 55 year to finish, so I hope you like it! I tried to tweak it a bit to not make it too similar to my Spider-Verse fic that has the the same concept.

Words: 1 849

Throughout the years of their mentorship turned friendship turned sort of a father-son type of bond, Tony watched as Peter became more and more comfortable around him. It was fascinating, watching someone who so obviously wanted to impress him relax enough to not always put up a front. Peter went from endless phone calls each time he’d done something - a desperate need for validation - to Tony finding out about his achievements from May or even Ned. The Spidey ones he usually told him himself, for obvious reasons, but the life ones? He never bragged. Never felt as if he had to anymore. Tony felt a bit sad about that.

“May told me you got an A on your chem test,” he said one evening, the two of them fixing up some malfunctions to one of the latest Spider-Man suits.

Peter looked up with a grin. “I did.”

“And why wasn’t I aware of this?”

“Why should you be?”

“Uh, because I wanna eat some celebratory cake too?” Tony put the screwdriver he’d been holding down. “And because I want to tell you I’m proud.”

“It’s expected of me to do well.”

“That doesn’t mean it isn’t a big achievement.”

Peter shrugged, eyes on the table again. “Still.”

“Hey, look at me.” Peter did, somewhat reluctantly. “Who told you your achievements don’t matter?”

“No one, I just-” He sighed, frustration radiating off of him in a way Tony had never seen in such a mundane situation before. “I don’t want to annoy you, okay? You have more things going on.”

“Jesus, kid.” Tony grabbed his shoulders with both his hands. “You can tell me things. I want you to tell me things. I don’t get annoyed. Ever.” He gave Peter’s torso a slight shake, making him laugh.

“Okay, okay,” he said, nodding. “Not annoyed. Got it.”

“Good.” Tony squeezed his shoulders and let go. “I don’t want none of that not telling me things you actually want to share, all right?”

“All right.”

From that day on Peter told him things again. Sometimes it took him a while, his initial response being to not bother Tony with, in his words, “useless things”. Tony felt sad that he’d ever felt that way, regretting each time he’d not given the kid the attention he’d so obviously craved.

“Well, there’s no time like the present,” Rhodey had said when he’d brought it up. “Show him you care now.”

And so Tony did; maybe slightly too desperately.

“How was your day?”

Peter looked up from the homework he’d spread around him on the kitchen table. “Good.”

Tony pulled up a chair beside him. “Just good?”

“Well, it wasn’t phenomenal.”

“What did you do?”

“Go to class. Had lunch with Ned and MJ. The usual.”

Tony pouted. “You never tell me anything fun.”

Peter laughed. “High school isn’t that fun, Mr Stark.”

“Don’t Mr Stark me. How’s Ned? MJ?”

Many conversations followed a similar pattern of Tony asking and Peter not always answering until suddenly he wouldn’t stop talking. Tony, who had once put up a front of not necessarily being into the rambling, adored it.

But there were still topics Peter had a hard time bringing up or talking about; mostly due to embarrassment, which was cute. Tony could always tell when that was the case.

Such as now, with Peter having picked up the habit of poking him randomly throughout the day and refusing to explain why.

Listen, Tony wasn’t the type to always react if something tickled him, due to people for some reason always wanting to fucking touch him because of his fame, but the kid had a way of hitting the exact right spots to get him to jerk away.

“You having fun, huh?” he said after Peter made him drop his pen due to a poke to his ribs.

Peter grinned. “A little.”

“You must be having more than a little fun since you keep doing that. What are you after?” Tony said, poking him back.

Peter squirmed, but his hands stayed limply at his sides. “Nothing.”

“Nothing, huh?” Another poke. “Because you seem very insistent on making me jump.”

“It’s not my fault you’re ticklish.”

“All right, that’s it.”

Peter was already laughing when Tony reached for him, so much so that he decided not to tickle him at all. “Talk,” he said, squeezing him instead.

He wouldn’t. Flat out refused. And amidst all the giggling caused by non-tickling hands, Tony knew he wouldn’t tell because it embarrassed him, which was interesting.

He could, of course, just tickle it out of him. To be fair, the last thing Tony had expected to find out about Peter was that he was ticklish. It honestly had never occurred to him to even think of it as an option. He decided that, after having had to suffer through Rhodey’s knowing smirk after Peter had poked him in front of him once, it was time for a proper revenge.

What followed was this. An involuntary jerk to escape the sensation, a realization that Tony meant business, and their very first and rather brief and definitely one-sided tickle fight because apparently Peter could only dish it out when he was the only one doing it. Tony knew they wouldn’t have done it a year ago, but they both felt comfortable enough for it to happen now. Their relationship more playful than before.

Tony would’ve had let it be a one time thing had Peter not kept up the godforsaken poking days later.

“Hey, hey.” Tony reached for Peter’s hands, missing them by a second and enduring another jab to his belly because of it. “Come on now.”

Peter was grinning. “Ticklish, Mr Stark?”

“Now wait a minute. Don’t think I haven’t forgotten about your spots, kiddo.” He made a move to tickle him, but Peter jumped away and he let his arm drop. “That’s right. Be wary.”

Tony couldn’t comprehend this strange need Peter seemed to have to tickle him. Why put himself in such a vulnerable position? He seemed to be too ticklish for his own good, and yet he wouldn’t stop and he also wouldn’t tell and Tony just couldn’t seem to figure it all out.

Until he suddenly understood.

“Peter?”

Peter must’ve heard something in his voice, for when Tony came into view he looked nervous, wringing his hands where he was sitting on the couch with his homework on his lap. “Mr Stark?”

“I had an epiphany.”

“Oh?”

“You wanna hear it?”

“Always.” The kid relaxed, placing his things on the coffee table and allowing Tony to sit down beside him. “What’s it about?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“I have a theory. I’m pretty sure I’m right.” He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. His head was turned toward Peter. “Now don’t interrupt me, all right?”

“Uh, okay.”

“See, I’ve been doing this examination. It’s been very lowkey, as you say, but the results are impeccable.”

As per Tony’s request, Peter didn’t say a word.

“You’re ticklish. We can’t deny that. And yet you insist on always starting tickle fights even though you know you will lose. However, I don’t always retaliate because I don’t want to scare you too much, but I’ve been wondering why you keep it up anyway. And then it hit me.” He turned to fully face him. “You want me to get you back. It’s the sole reason you keep doing it.”

Peter, bless him, was bright red now. “That’s not true!”

“Uh oh, did you forget our agreement? No talking.”

Peter’s mouth snapped shut.

“See, I think you like it, but you don’t know how to say it because it embarrasses you. Ever since I asked you to talk to me without feeling like you’re bothering me, you’ve been trying to tell me this without using words. I’m sorry I was slow on picking it up. There. You can talk now.”

Peter was hiding behind his hands now, looking one teasing word away from bolting. “Please kill me.”

“Preferably not.”

“Why?”

“I’m not sure tickling a corpse is legal.” He squeezed Peter’s knee, his face even redder when he dropped his hands in order to stop him. “This is how you want it, isn’t it? Me knowing and you not having had to say a thing.”

“I, uh.” Gaze downward, eyes flickering. “I guess.”

“I’m even being nice by not teasing you about it.”

“I wouldn’t call this conversation merciful.”

Tony laughed. “Fair enough. Now let’s get you laughing, shall we?”

He hadn’t been prepared for Peter genuinely protesting, but he barely had time to touch him before he was up, several feet away from the couch with his hands in front of him. “Please wait.”

“What’s wrong?” Panicking a little, Tony added, “Did I misunderstand?”

“Well, no, but I-” He cut himself off with a sigh. “This is weird, right? Me wanting that. You providing it.”

“I wouldn’t call it weird, no. Unusual, maybe, but definitely not weird.”

“I just… I think it’s fun.”

“That’s valid. I’m sure many people do.”

“You’re not weirded out?”

“No. Jesus, do I act like it?”

“Not really, but- I mean, it wouldn’t be beneath you to pretend.”

“I’m not pretending. I wouldn’t have brought it up had I not wanted to do it. If you want to, of course.”

“Uh.”

“I don’t have to.”

“I want to, but-”

“But?”

“It’s weird.” Peter threw his hands up, exasperated. “It’s just a weird situation.”

Tony stood “Well, let me turn it less weird and attack you like a normal human being. Your belly’s a sweet spot, right?”

He pounced, pulling Peter toward the couch again and pushing him down, fingers fluttering and curling over every spot he could reach. Maybe it was the wrong approach, and they would probably have to talk about it again at another point, but for now he relished in Peter’s laughter, the fact that he could push him off but wouldn’t. The fact that he apparently was having as much fun as his laughter indicated.

“Nonononono, come on, please don’t, I can’t.”

“Of course you ramble even more while being tickled,” Tony said fondly, zeroing in on a spot on Peter’s lower belly that seemed to be the sweetest one of them all so far.

But he was only rambling at first and was all laughter once the tickling started tiring him out. It was a miracle he hadn’t thrown Tony across the room yet. Alternating between squirming and flailing like crazy, depending on what spot Tony was going for. It was cute, but Tony realized their lack of a proper conversation beforehand meant he had no idea how long Peter would’ve liked him to go on. Super strength or not, Tony couldn’t know what the tickling was doing to his self control.

He backed off. Allowed Peter to breathe. When the kid grinned tiredly, he knew he had done the right thing.

“Next time, just ask,” he said, poking his chest. “I’m not as fond of being on the receiving end as you, you know.”

Peter only laughed, and the sharing continued.

[kookiemydream]

BTS reaction→ you as an idol and wanting to collaborate with them

paring: bts x idol!reader

warnings: swearing

genre: fluff

a/n: hey love! thank you so much for requesting, I’m so glad you’re enjoying my work! I really, really hope you enjoy this one too! Also, Y/C/N stands for ‘your company name’ !!

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↠ kim seokjin.

“Me?” Jin questioned, eyes furrowed in confusion “Y/N Y/L/N want’s to collaborate with me?” 

“Yeah, she says that she wants to meet up later this week with you for details.” Sejin said calmly, turning around back to his computer. 

Funny how his manager thought this was normal news to drop on him, not knowing that Jin was literally screaming on the inside. THE Y/N, the woman that  he had been dreaming to talk to his whole career, was asking for him. More specifically, to make music with him.

Of course he was freaking out.

“Sejin, did she say anything else? Anything about me?”

“Uhh, no I don't think so. But that does remind me, I gave her your number just so she can access you easier instead of going through the whole email process, is that okay?”

That’s when Jin's heart burst. Jumping up out of the chair opposite his manager, he jumped and danced around the room before tightly hugging his manager and sprinting out the room, screaming at the top of his lungs about how ‘you knew who he was’ over and over again 

And when Jin finally calmed down after hours of running around the building with excitement and anticipation flowing through his veins, his phone alerted him with a notification from an unknown number which read: ‘hey, is this seokjin? it’s Y/N :)’

Yeah, Jin found it difficult to get to sleep that night. 

↠min yoongi

When Yoongi had been called to see Bang PD, it was safe to stay he was lowkey shitting himself. His brain wracked over and over again of what rules he had broken, how he had broken them, considering he had been cooped up in his studio half of the time, and what he could do to fix it

Turns out, Yoongi should’ve been shitting himself for an entirely different reason. 

“Oh Yoongi, there you are!” Bang exclaimed as Yoongi slowly creeped into the office “This is Y/N Y/L/N, she saw you perform at MAMA a few months ago and wants to arrange a collaboration!”

“Ah Min Yoongi, it’s so good to meet you finally!” You stood up from the couch and held your hand out for him to shake. Yoongi on the other hand was more than starstruck at the sight in front of him. He gently took your hand and shook it lightly, not taking his eyes off of your face.

“I’m really excited to work to start working with you! I listen to your music all the time and I think we could make something truly great!”

Yoongi swore he heard his heart flutter when those words left your mouth. He couldn’t help but think of something more than music that you two could make work

“Oh aha, yes definitely. It’d be an honour to work with someone so talented.” he said, finally working up the courage to form a proper sentence. 

You blushed lightly “I’m glad you feel the same way!”

Spoiler alert: You did make amazing music. But made an even better relationship. 

↠jung hoseok

Something that was never really part of Hoseok’s daily routine was listen to a podcast. He never really had time ever since the tour had started, seeing as he was either practicing or sleeping.

Now that the tour was over and he had a few hours to himself, he figured that turning on a bit of light radio whilst he answered a few emails would be the perfect bypass for today. 

So there he was, sitting at his desk with his laptop wide open whilst the speakers blared out an enthusiastic voice of the interviewer.

Then, you were introduced. 

Hoseok's emails were long forgotten as he listened intently to the sound of your voice and laughter. He grinned at your reactions to different songs that were being played in between your interview. 

“So now, we’re gonna play a song that has taken social media over by storm! Can you guess what song Y/N?” The interviewer asked animatedly. 

“Oo that’s hard! I have no idea!” 

“Well if you haven’t heard, BTS’s J-hope released a song called ‘Chicken Noodle Soup’ featuring Becky G! Have you heard of it?” 

“Oh my god! Of course I have! It’s such a bop!” You laughed “They’re both so talented!”

“Have you considered collaborating with J-hope at any point?”

At this point, Hoseok was nearly standing on his office chair trying to cram his head closer and closer to the speakers in order to hear the answer.

“Funny you said that actually! Yesterday my company sent Bighit an email, after days of me hounding at them, asking if Hoseok was free and if he wanted to create maybe a dance cover! I just really hope they reply soon!” You giggled, blushing and also being thankful no filming was involved

“Well, we wish you all the luck with that Y/N! Here is ‘Chicken Noodle Soup’ by J-hope and Becky G!”

As the familiar sound of his own tune filled the room, he sprinted to his managers office, rapidly knocking his knuckles on the door. When it finally opened, he pushed past the older man and quickly located the email icon on his computer.

And there it was. The email from your company in all it’s glory. 

Let’s just say, when your company did get a reply back, they found it quite funny how many spelling mistakes were involved. Hey, no one is perfect when typing fast, okay?

↠kim namjoon 

“Guess who I just got off the phone with?” Manager Hobeom sang as he skipped into the practice room, smirking. 

“Hyung, I get that you’re in love and you and your wife are all lovey dovey but I don’t need to know how many times you call each other-”

“Y/C/N, more specifically where Y/N is signed!” Hobeom interrupted

Namjoon choked on his words when your name left his mouth “What? What did they say? Did they mention me? Hyung spill!”

“Calm down, calm down!” The manager replied laughing “Namjoon, were you aware that Y/N attended the last concert you held in Seoul?”

Was he aware? Not at all. But did he feel like his heart was about to stop beating? Absolutely.

“Are you serious?” He questioned

“Uh huh, she apparently loved your solo song and was interested in if you wanted to meet up and discuss collaboration possibilities.”

Fuck. That’s all that Namjoon could think right now. You, the idol he’s been making heart eyes at for the past year, was asking to make music with him. Fuck indeed.

“Hyung, please tell me you said yes?”

“Oh you wanted me to say yes? I said no because I thought that you wanted a break after travelling?” Hobeom said, cringing at the horror on Namjoon’s face before breaking his act and laughing hysterically “I’m joking! Of course I said yes! You meet her next Thursday, be ready!”

Namjoon had been ready for a while now, they didn't have to tell him twice.

↠park jimin

“Jimin!” Hoseok called from the lounge “It’s about to start! I’m only watching this for you!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Jimin replied, running into the room with a bowl of popcorn. “Man I’m so excited I could burst! What if she talks about us? Wouldn't that be awesome?”

The older man rolled his eyes at the lovestruck younger. News had spread around all over social media that you were due to be on a popular tv show which consisted of interviewing different idols and get all the exclusive news. 

Jimin and his bandmates themselves had been featured on the show more than once and he knew how personal the questions could get. 

So him being the secret fanboy that he was, decided to watch just in case you gave away any relationship reveal or something like that. 

Not that he cared about that stuff though, right?

“Awh Hobi hyung, look at her! She’s so beautiful!” Jimin whined, clutching his heart dramatically. They both watched in amusement as the hosts cracked many jokes towards you. 

Then suddenly the topic of the man himself came up.

“So some little birdies told me that you were obsessed with BTS’s Jimin's ‘Promise’ Is that correct Miss Y/N?” The interviewer teased

“Ah I knew posting that on my Instagram story would come back to haunt me!” You played along, trying to act cool at the familiar topic. 

“You’re not denying it?”

“Of course not! I cannot disagree that he’s incredibly talented and has such a beautiful voice indeed!”

Jimin felt his heart in his throat. This is actually happening. Y/N just complimented him. HIM. 

“I smell a collab coming on!” The host joked, winking and doing gun fingers at you. You chuckled lightly, responding with the same action and a: “Only if they reply to my email!”

As the laughter of the both of you filled the room, the voices that were once talking had now gone silent. Even Hoseok was a little shocked that THAT just happened. Then he finally came to a point of realisation 

“She sent us an email? Maybe we should go check it out-”

He realised he was talking to himself at that point, for when he looked over next to him he only found an empty spot. 

↠kim taehyung 

“Yes yes, he’ll be very excited to hear your voice ma’am!” Manager Sejin spoke through the phone, eyes widening as he saw Taehyung creep into the office 

“No he’s not busy right now! In fact he’s right in front of me hahah!” he continued to carry on the conversation, beckoning for boy to sit down. Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows, mouthing a “Who’s that?” to the older. 

Sejin smirked and mouthed back a “It’s Y/N!” 

“Y/N?!” The younger suddenly shouted in shock, covering his mouth when he realised you were still on the call and had probably heard him. Great. Now you probably thought that he was the biggest dork to ever walk the earth. Thanks universe. 

To his delight however, he heard a faint sweet giggle on the other end of the line indicating that he, in fact, didn't make a fool of himself. 

Thank fuck. 

After a few more minutes of back and forth conversation between Sejin and you, it was finally time to wrap up and say your goodbyes. When he eventually did hang up, he also caught sight of a lost puppy, also know as Taehyung. 

“I’m not even gonna ask if you’re gonna be okay with it because I already know the answer.” The manger laughed, placing the phone of the desk. After seeing Taehyung become even more confused than he already was, Sejin revealed the news. 

“Your collab is gonna be great.” 

↠jeon jungkook

Jungkook didn't like to be woken up. Period.

Especially, on his day off. You know, the only time he had to fucking rest?

So you could obviously understand why he’s a little pissed off at his hyung who was violently shaking him, still thinking he was sleeping 

“Jungkook! Jungkook, you’re gonna wanna see this, it’s important! Jungkook!” Jimin whined. The tired man rolled over on his side and stared at Jimin, as if to say ‘Are you fucking serious?’

“What do you want Hyung?” The maknae moaned, rubbing his eyes to get rid of the sleep. Jimin chuckled lightly before shoving his phone in his face. On the screen was a paused frame of you and your members.

This made Jungkook sit up “What’s this about?” 

“Just hit play and watch it.”

So he did. Turns out the video was a challenge video you and the others took part in. You had to answer questions very quickly and accurately before the timer ran out, otherwise you’d be bonked on the head. 

Both men sat patiently as you raced through each question, until finally it got to the bit Jimin wanted Jungkook to see. 

“Y/N, what male Kpop idol would you like to collaborate with in the future?”

“Jungkook!” You answered back without any hesitation whatsoever. You band members teased and made whistle sounds once the name had left your mouth. At this you covered your face to hide the blush. 

Before Jungkook could watch anymore, Jimin grabbed the phone away “You see now why I had to wake you! Y/N Y/L/N just said she want’s to collaborate with you!” 

And even though Jungkook didn't want to admit it, he was grateful that his hyung had woken him up. 

Only for you though. No one else. 

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High School! PRETTYMUCH — Brandon Arreaga

A/N: This is just a tad bit shorter than Austin’s but I’m pleased with it otherwise. 

• Brandon is a bit on the nerdier side if I'm being honest

• He's exceptionally bright and has very high expectations for himself. As such, he's been enrolled in honors and AP classes since his freshman year and is looking toward taking dual credit courses as soon as possible. • He cares a lot about his academics and is hellbent on doing his absolute best in everything; he's spread himself a bit thin on more than one occasion, but he's learned how to balance all of his work and properly handle the stress that comes along with it. • Probably one of the most well-rounded students you'll ever meet • Like, on top of such an impressive class load, he's pretty active in various groups and clubs. He's an active member of the schools' Honor Society chapter, he was on the debate team at one point, and he's currently historian of the student council • It's through this last extra-curricular that the two of you formally meet • You're not a stupid person by any means, so the two of you have shared more than one class throughout your high school career, but the two of you had never really spoken outside of the occasional pleasantry or the conversations that were shared over assignments and projects • When he rose to his position, you had taken your seat at the table as the council's treasurer • The frequent meetings ensured that the two of you spoke frequently, ad as the weeks gradually transitioned into months, conversation began to flow a lot easier between the two of you. There was a lot more depth to him than you had originally assumed and you had come to find that the two of you had quite a bit in common. • That was about as far as things got, though. • Neither of you could work up the courage to ask the other for any sort of contact information, so the conversations you shared were confided to the hour-long blocks of time dedicated to your weekly council meetings after school • It isn't until it comes time to vote in new members and replace outgoing students that things begin to change • The two of you have both decided to run for the coveted position gifted only to upperclassmen - president • The fact that the two of you are running against one another does absolutely nothing to deter the growth of the relationship the two of you have established, though • If we're being completely honest, the upcoming election is probably the catalyst that forces the two of you together • After discussing your plans during one of the final meetings before campaign season was set to begin, it was determined that neither of you was quite sure where to start. There was a lot that needed to be done and next to no time to accomplish everything • Figuring a little bit of extra help wouldn't probably do the two of you some good, you exchanged numbers and began to speak a lot more frequently • More often than not it had to do with the preparations that would need to be done, but there were instances in which the conversation delved into more personal topics • Rather than work against one another, you and Brandon did your best to offer sound advice and support one another however you could. You even worked together to create pins and flyers to hand out around the school • The entire process is very fun for both of you, and by the time elections roll around you're a bit upset that you ran against each other and only one of you can be elected president • You're only sad for so long, though, because you ended up pulling ahead • Not by much, but somehow you manage • Brandon is a good sport about the entire thing and congratulates you immediately after hearing the good news • He's such a good sport that he offers to take you out for a celebratory dinner later that week • You agree, of course, a warm smile breaking out over your face as you arrange a place and time

• He's very old-school about the entire thing; it's actually very sweet. He picks you up at eight and introduces himself to your parents, promising both of them that he'll have you back home before it gets too late. He opens the passenger's side door for you, helping you into the vehicle before he situates himself behind the wheel and sets off for the restaurant

• The evening is pleasant, talking flowing freely between the two of you as you pick at your food. Both of your meals go cold before either of you have the opportunity to put much of a dent in them; you're too absorbed in one another, wanting to know anything and everything the other was willing to share. • Rather than drive you home after leaving the restaurant, he suggests taking a short walk. • "There's a park just down the road. The way the moon reflects off the pond is beautiful." • You would have agreed regardless, but this extra little bit of coaxing sweetens the deal a bit.

• The way he holds your hand as the two of you walk down the sidewalk is so?? Pure and sweet?? His grip is a bit loose as if he's afraid of holding too tight and hurting you. They're a bit clammy but not unpleasantly so. You're just as nervous • The two of you just stand on the edge of the water for a while, saying nothing as you look out over the water • He was right. It really is beautiful

• You know what's even more beautiful, though?? •  The way the light dances off the ends of your hair. The way the gentle sway of the water is caught in your eyes • He tells you as much and it makes your face flush a vibrant shade of red

• The way he holds your hand as the two of you walk down the sidewalk is so?? Pure and sweet?? His grip is a bit loose as if he's afraid of holding too tight and hurting you. They're a bit clammy but not unpleasantly so. You're just as nervous • The two of you just stand on the edge of the water for a while, saying nothing as you look out over the water • He was right. It is beautiful • You know what's even more beautiful, though?? •  The way the light dances off the ends of your hair. The way the gentle sway of the water is caught in your eyes • He tells you as much and it makes your face flush a vibrant shade of red • It isn't long before the chill of the breeze that has kicked up is pressing the two of you closer. His arm winds itself around your waist and you press closer, looking for warmth • I think it goes without saying that the two of you kiss • And oh bOY are his lips soft (I know what y'all are thinkin, this was before he decided chapstick was an unnecessary commodity) • The two of you start seeing a lot more of each other after that. He takes you on a few more dates before formally asking you out

• HE IS THE SOFTEST BOYFRIEND IN THE ENTIRE WORLD IT IS THE SWEETEST THING EVER • He's a bit inexperienced but he's doing his absolute best • He's always showering you in compliments and kisses

• The type of boy to slip little notes in your locker and backpack all the time?? • Just cute lil messages about how much he loves you or how he hopes you have a great day. He just wants to see you smile • He's also huge on skinship?? wants to hold hands all the time, loves cuddles

• Lowkey relationship goals?? Everyone seems to adore the two of you • Not gonna lie, the two of you have the type of bond that will more than likely survive the duress that moving on to college puts on it

• He's just • A very soft boi • Cherish and take care of him pls n thankee

[vesperione]

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So, as you can tell, already, this post will not mention TGWDLM until the very end. If some of you are unaware, I headcanon Paul as having Autism. Yes, autism, a very “scary illness caused by vaccinations.” Well, a couple of days ago I got someone commenting “HOW CAN YOU ROLEPLAY SOMEONE NOT ORIGINALLY AUTISTIC, LIKE HOW?” And it really hurt me!  So I posted it on my instagram story (y’all on tumblr its @robertstanion) and I got an overwhelming amount of support. Except one person, who claimed the question was valid. So I told this person that the title of the post clearly includes the word HEADCANON in it, needless to say they are both blocked (to see this post, it’s TGWDLM Headcanons Part 2 and it’s the very first headcanon mentioned that has driven me to write this post) Now. As I’ve already mentioned autism is “a scary illness that is caused by vaccinations.” Well here’s something for you. I’m happily vaccinated and autistic. That’s fucking right, I’m autistic! More specifically, I have Aspergers/Asperger Syndrome. Now here’s the reason I’ve written this post. I would like my currently 351 fans on insta and my 21 fans on tumblr to see how I truly feel. So welcome, here’s an insight of my life. Also, if you want to take this to my dms, feel free, I’ve got over 300 fans I won’t mind losing a few. I’m also writing from experience. 

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Aspergers! What the fuck is that? Well, it’s one of the most common types of autism. Essentially, autism is a disability and a collective term. My type of autism falls underneath that umbrella term. So, Aspergers. What is that? yes I’ve repeated myself, and that is something common with me. I repeat myself and I stutter, I stumble and I slur. I am one of the gobbiest people you will ever meet with a high profanity and if you couldn’t tell, pretty much every single one of these posts on here and insta have a curse/swear word in it. INCLUDING THIS ONE! Common symptoms are that we have trouble filtering jokes from insults, filtering sarcasm and we take it the wrong way a hella lot. Um, we’re also sensitive to loud sounds and bright lights. And the big one, CHANGE IN ROUTINE! This was when I had to move to high school I was so scared because I am now the only person from that asshole school at my current high school which is brilliant by the way. So yeah, back to primary, this isn’t an exaggeration, I was bullied and I had no friends. Not even joking. Also year 1 (age 5-6) y’all are talking to the lass who threw not 1, not 2 but SEVERAL chairs at the head of the school when I W A S 5. that was also when my mom worked at the school. So anyways, this event occurred a few months after I was diagnosed with Aspergers. I was 4 and like 3/4 when I was diagnosed, And I’ve had this condition for 9 years so I’m pretty experienced. I’ve had it all my life. Wanna know where the signs started? When I was a baby. Common forms of autism also include late development and toilet training. My first word was triangle (i’m a part of the illuminati shhhh) or dad, but I have an ok relationship with my dad, but I prefer to have it known as triangle. Throughout first school I struggled, every day I would have a meltdown. I flat out refused to do the work! These meltdowns consisted of my folding my arms, putting my head down on the table and I just cried. Can’t remember why but I did. And when it was the end of the lesson, I would get up and go to break. I wasn’t punished! Year 7, I refused to do something in drama (I was very self conscious and still am and hate performing in front of groups of people) and I just froze on the spot. Wouldn’t move. So my then-drama teacher took me out and I wouldn’t talk to her. And then we went to student services and they sat me down in Miss Q.s office (Miss Q is such a lad, her and miss BE have been with me since day 1.) Luckily, the only TA i could talk to at my previous school moved up with me and I told her everything. Year 8 I only had 1 meltdown. Year 9,  I’VE HAD NONE MOTHERFUCKERS! Well I kind of did in Maths a week ago becauseIstillfeellikeeveryonehatesme- BUT ANYWAYS i’m ok now. So, me, what comes with Aspergers, here’s what!

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It is extremely common for people with autism to have depression and anxiety. In fact aspergers is actually an anxiety disorder. This prevents me from being in large crowds for large periods of time because of the noISE and I’m claustraphobic. So, anxiety. It’s common. Now imagine having a panic attack before you go to sleep. Literally as you shut your eyes. If you can’t here’s what it feels like. The room is dark, the only light is usually from the streetlights and occasionally car headlights, but it’s just gone midnight and the streetlights have turned off. The only light now is from your phone. Your eyelids are about to shut so you put your meditation music on to sleep with. You put your phone behind your third pillow exactly and shut your eyes. Suddenly, your breathe gets shallow and your heartrate goes up. A familiar feeling of nausea creeps around the corner immediately making you reach for your water bottle. That’s how it is for me, every night. Now, nausea. I’m emetephobic. Having emetephobia ruins my life. Emetephobia is the phobia for vomit. I can barely even say it out loud so me typing that certain “v” word is huge. This prevents me from watching TV shows and films, even certain music videos, because in case somebody just happens to throw up. Now the last time I threw up was my 8th birthday and I live in fear every day. Just a few weeks ago, this bug had spread to my school and someone legit ONLY HAD TO WALK 4 MORE STEPS TO THE BATHROOM but threw up OUTSIDE THE BATHROOM i mean dude. logic. and as soon as we were told, I was not the same for the last half hour of last period. I probably ingested more perfume that week than I ever have. So. On the topic of phobias, here are some I have:

Emetephobia: vomit Lepidopterophobia: Butterflies & moths (as long as I’m at a distance I’m fine) Arachnophobia: spiders excluding tarantulas they’re cool. 

They’re the main ones. 

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Now, this part is digusting, feel free to skip. This is something that I’ve only told 6 people. I have a condition called Paralysed Bowel Syndrome. I’ve only met 2 other people with it. PBS legit makes this person SHIT THEMSELF. I was really ill before Christmas and early Jan. Christmas, I couldn’t move I was in agony (i almost threw up thrice that week I was so scared) and in Jan my body just kept trying to make me shit but my brain didn’t want me to. I have these things called ‘Moments’ where my brain literally stops me from shitting and this usually results in me wearing pads I didn’t have a period in February because my stomach’s so messed up. What happens in the end is I legit shit out this massive lump of...welll....shit. And my mum weighs it evERY FUCKING TIME! The day I got better this year was 07.02, my sister’s birthday. To put in  comparison what happened, I got half a bag of sugar lighter that day. But no, this condition sounds stupid but it makes me really ill and I have to take this disgusting medicine when I get bad. There is no cure. 

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So, that’s me and why those two people really hurt me. But did you know these people also had aspergers?: Obama has a very mild case Albert Einstein Anne Hegerty (was on 2018 I’m A Celeb, British, google her) Chris Packham (ONE OF MY IDOLS-) Susan Boyle Tim Burton (who is born 6 days after me-) -

But also, people with Aspergers need something to live for. In my case, there are several things including Brooklyn Nine Nine, Musicals (specifically TGWDLM) Panic! At The Disco, Starkid, The Vamps, Backstreet Boys, Stephanie Beatriz, Fanfiction, Instagram and memes. This is why people with autism, when they love something, NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT IT (lowkey one of my best friends and exs is obsessed with sonic the hedgehog and he’s on the spectrum. May or may not have succeeded in getting said friend into Hamilton-) SO yeah! This is why you shouldn’t come to my page and start spreading your shit about this condition I’ve grown to love, hate and understand. Any negative comment makes me feel even worse about myself than I already do, that’s why I took a 3 month break from ao3 because one of my books got so much criticism that I had to take it down and it really upset me. So I beg you, give me advice, tell me if there are certain mistakes but do NOT insult me or aspergers syndrome. Thankyou, J

[asleepinawell]

Are you still taking prompts? If so, how about Shaw finding out about Root's stolen horse?

(Set in the AU of my fic sliding towards chaos. All the background you really need is that Shaw was around during the wedding episode and Root got emotionally invested in the horse she borrowed. I’d been lowkey contemplating writing this for a while now.)

“I have to say, I’m impressed. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Shaw’s eye twitch before.”

Shaw glared at Zoe. Her eye had not twitched.

Zoe only smiled and took another sip out of the glass of wine she’d gotten from…. Where had she gotten it from? Shaw was fairly certain they didn’t own wine glasses (she was more of a whiskey drinker, and Root seemed to subsist solely off of overly-sweetened coffee and energy shots), but if anyone could make one magically appear it was Zoe Morgan.

Maybe she carried a spare one in her purse for emergency situations.

And then there was Root. She was sitting on the floor of their living room, halfway between the couch and the chair Zoe was perched imperiously on, with her most wide-eyed, innocent expression on. And she was definitely trying to hide behind Bear.

Shaw suspected that conversations revolving around ‘oops I stole a millionaire’s horse and stashed it at our friend’s estate’ weren’t ones that came up in most relationships. Which apparently was what this was. Or something. Okay whatever, that wasn’t the point. The point was that if there was anyone in the world who shouldn’t own a horse, it was clearly Root. The wedding incident had been bad enough. Shaw could easily imagine Root riding the damn thing through the arch in Washington Square Park, college students and hipsters with guitars scattering before her like startled pigeons.

“Why?” she asked, though she knew the question was futile. Root had definitely brought up stealing back ‘her horse’ on any number of occasions and, when pressed for her reasons, she’d acted like Shaw was the weird one for not wanting to participate in grand theft equine.

Since Root was choosing to play with Bear’s ears instead of answering, Shaw changed her question and directed it at Zoe this time.

“When?”

Zoe raised an eyebrow. “When what?”

“When did she steal this thing?”

“Her name is Sudo, Sameen.”

Shaw held back a groan. Root had even kept the dumbass name she’d come up with before. Who the hell looked at a horse and thought ‘wow, this large, smelly animal makes me think about unix commands’?

“Three months ago,” Zoe said.

Root shot her an injured look, and Shaw suspected she’d asked her to lie about that little fact.

“Three months? Okay. So, in these three months how often have you actually gone to see this horse?”

“Eight times,” Root said right as Zoe said, “Twice.”

Root was suddenly intensely focused on adjusting Bear’s collar.

“And who’s taking care of this horse while you’re showing up once every other month?”

Root looked insulted. “There’s an entire staff devoted solely to her care.”

“That part at least is completely true,” Zoe confirmed. “She’s possibly the most spoiled horse on the planet.”

“And the Machine is paying for all this, I suppose?” Shaw was a little hurt that the Machine hadn’t told her about this nonsense.

“She gives me updates on her, too. Sends me lots of pictures.” 

Root held up her phone as proof, and yep, Shaw could confirm that was definitely a security camera screenshot of a horse wearing some type of horse blanket thing that was…covered in binary code. Because of course it was.

Shaw sighed. Setting aside the hopefully-improbable scenario of Root deciding to take her horse for a joy ride through Manhattan, there was no reason that Root shouldn’t have a horse. It wasn’t like the Machine couldn’t afford it and even if Root rarely got to see it, it seemed to make her happy, which was more than enough of a reason for Shaw.

But she was a little bewildered by how bizarre the whole situation was. There had never been a point in her life where she’d looked at her future and seen herself living with a homicidally-inclined hacker who liked to wear bunny slippers and purloin expensive horses. And yet here she was.

Somewhere along the often strange path her life had taken she’d learned that there were times when she just had to go with the absurdity.

“Okay, so you own a horse now. Any other secrets you two want to drop on me tonight?”

“We own a horse, Shaw.” Root looked up at her through her eyelashes with that little smile she thought made her look irresistible. Shaw was…mostly immune to that.

“What do you mean ‘we’?”

“You’re listed on some of the paperwork as well. And also you’re down as her secondary emergency contact.”

“I think her eye just twitched again.” Zoe looked way too amused.

“Horses have emergency contacts?” Shaw held up a hand before Root could answer. “Never mind. Congratulations on your horse. Just don’t try to bring it into the apartment.”

The conversation moved on from there to other topics, but Shaw caught Root watching her with a slightly worried expression once or twice.

There was an awkward silence after Shaw shut the door behind Zoe later that night.

Root was still sitting on the floor with Bear, scratching his neck with both hands. She didn’t look up when Shaw sat back down on the couch.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“Well, I did say it was a dumbass idea, so I can’t really blame you.”

Root raised her head a little, the hint of a smile on her lips. “You missed out on a really fun heist.”

“Oh yeah? Did you burn down the Turner estate?” She’d be sorry if she’d missed out on that.

“No, but Reese brought his grenade launcher.”

“Reese!?”

Guilt spread across Root’s face.

“Reese knew about this horse three months before I did?” Shaw wasn’t sure if she’d ever felt this deeply insulted in her life.

“Well, I needed some backup for my plan to work, and Bear couldn’t handle all the estate security himself.”

“Bear, too?!?”

Upon hearing his name, Bear got up and trotted over to her, resting his head on her knee and looking up at her with large, soulful eyes. She scratched him behind the ears because really this was hardly his fault. Root and Reese’s poor life choices were beyond his ability to control.

“We’re going up to Zoe’s estate this weekend,” Shaw said, firmly. “I refuse to be the last person to meet this horse.”

Root’s face split into a huge grin.

“And I’m driving.” Not that Root ever argued that point with her. Though that brought an interesting idea to mind. “Since the Machine is so willing to finance your illegal horse, do you think she’d be up for putting a few dollars towards something for me? Like a car. A really expensive car. Or two.” She had a list.

Root picked herself up off the floor and crawled onto the couch next to Shaw where she flopped onto her back with the top of her head almost touching the side of Shaw’s leg.

“She says She’d love to buy you a car. Or help you steal one, if you’d rather.”

“I didn’t know she condoned car theft.”

“How many times in the past few years have any of us driven a car that wasn’t stolen?”

A fair point. And now that she thought about it, one of the first things the Machine had done when she’d joined forces with Reese was find them a nice car to steal. Shaw felt more appreciative of the gesture now that she knew the Machine so much better.

“Are you still mad?” Root asked.

“I wasn’t mad. When you do dumb, risky stuff and end up hurt, that’s worth being mad about. This? Not so much.”

Root squirmed a little closer so her head fully pressed up against Shaw’s leg. “I hope you like her.”

“Can’t imagine you’d steal an inferior horse.” Though she wasn’t quite sure what qualities one judged a horse on.

“Next time I’ll tell you sooner.”

“Next time? You planning to steal more horses?” Shaw chose not to notice that Root had inched over a little more so her head was propped up on the side of Shaw’s leg.

“Well, no, but I like to keep my options open.”

Shaw got impatient with Root’s incremental invasion and reached over to grab her by the shoulders and haul her over a bit so her head was squarely in Shaw’s lap. She pointedly ignored the truly goopy, adoring look that got her.

“One thing though,” she said.

“Hmmm?” Root sounded a little drowsy and a lot contented.

“Next time you steal a horse, I get to name it.”

[sweetnestor]

12 Days | Chapter 9.2

Two guys that lowkey hate each other are forced to walk in each other’s shoes in order to learn a lesson.

***in collaboration with @themarkiplierexperience

lmao soz its not actually x reader we’re just desperate for attention haaaa

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“Okay, hear me out,” Tom prompted, sitting up on the couch with Bella. “If you ran into your celebrity crush in public, and I gave you my blessing… would you go for it?”

Neither of them remembered how they got to this conversation. They had properly discussed the Mark situation, which Bella apologized profusely for. She claimed it was an impulsive thought and couldn’t stop herself from saying it. Tom, being the compassionate and wonderful boyfriend he is, reassured her that everything was okay. He didn’t tell her about the angry texts he had exchanged with the man, though. That was best kept under wraps.

Now that they had changed topics, Tom was immensely curious when he heard that he was in fact Bella’s current celebrity crush. Of course, he heard that from Ethan, and from stalking Bella’s channel a little bit more. He just had to hear it from Bella herself, for validation, if you will. A girl as attractive as her, crushing on Tom? He couldn’t help but feel a little smug.

“Well, I mean…” she trailed off in thought. “I don’t know. Call me cheesy, but I only want you.”

Fucking hell, Ethan was lucky.

“Aww, babe,” Tom said as he stroked Bella’s hair before resting his arm around her shoulders. “But seriously. Who’s the celebrity you’re always talking about? That one guy… or girl, you know. You like him… or her, a lot.”

She hummed to herself. “See now I have a list of people running through my head.”

That was intriguing to say the least. Tom scooted a little closer. He wasn’t sure why he was hoping for her to say his name. Maybe then he could stick it to Ethan.

“I mean you’ve been invested with the new Spider-Man,” he nonchalantly added, feeling a little full of himself.

“Yeah, but there’s like ten other people I’d pick before Tom Holland.”

Oh.

“Like who?” he asked, trying to act like his ego wasn’t bruised.

“Perrie Edwards,” Bella said confidently. “She’s definitely my free pass, even though she’s probably straight. I’m sure she’d be down for an experiment.”

“Oh, yeah?” The name was familiar, but he needed visuals. “What’s this Perrie person look like again?”

She simply picked up her phone and unlocked it, showing Tom an extremely beautiful blonde woman on her home screen. He couldn’t complain about that choice, and nor could Ethan if he knew how to recognize a hot girl. He has Bella, after all.

“Either her or Demi Lovato,” she continued as she put her phone down. “But if we’re talking about the Spider-Man cast, then I’d pick Zendaya over Tom. Or maybe both at the same time. Bisexual goals, am I right?”

He was smiling because he was slightly annoyed. Even if it was all completely hypothetical, Tom felt a small rage in his chest. No. No one gets a night with Zendaya except him. As hot as Bella was, she wasn’t allowed to be near Zendaya either. It even made Tom angry that Ethan was getting to talk to her. She even had her hands on Tom’s body, granted it was for a minute or so, but it was Ethan who got to experience it. Why did it make Tom so… jealous?

“You know I love you, though,” Bella said after some silence. She kissed Tom’s cheek and rested her head on her shoulder. “I wouldn’t pick anyone else over you.”

Two could play at this game. He had his lovely girlfriend here after all.

“I love you too,” Tom told her as he squeezed her shoulders. “And you really better not pick anyone else over me…”

“I’d never.”

Was it cheating if she didn’t know who she was really kissing? Tom nudged her so she could look at him. He put on his best “I’m totally in love with you” eyes, like Peter Parker looking at Liz Allan. Except it was with Ethan’s face, but it reeled Bella in just as well. He stroked the side of her face with his free hand, looking into her pretty brown eyes. She really was beautiful. Ethan was really fucking lucky.

Not wasting anymore time, Tom leaned in and kissed her. In the last few days, he hadn’t properly made out with her, and he was pleasantly surprised. He didn’t want to stop anytime soon, not with a girl like her.

Bella’s fingers ran through his hair, pulling him in closer. All this time without any intimacy must have been frustrating. Tom gently lied her down across the sofa, hovering over her, but suddenly her hands went to his shoulders and pushed him back.

She took a deep breath, looking windswept. “Um… is the hiatus over?”

“What?” he breathed out, put off that the fun was interrupted.

“Are you actually into this?” she asked. “Or are you trying to distract yourself from… whatever’s been going on with you?”

Tom sat back, averting eye contact. Bella sat up as well, watching him.

“You can talk to me, Ethan,” she reassured as she took his hand.

Ethan. The real boyfriend. The person she thought she was talking to. The person Tom made a deal with.

“Distractions,” he said at last, looking down at their hands. His stomach turned at the sight of the scars on Bella’s wrist, and let go of her hand. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, it’s okay,” she soothed.

Time to ham it up.

“I’m just… I feel like I’m losing control,” he told her, although it was slightly astonishing how much truth there actually was to that. “I can’t do anything right. I think I’ve lost myself somehow… Or, I just want to be somebody else. I don’t want it to always be like this.”

Okay, all of that was true. He was thinking of Ethan and the eventual switch back. Say they manage to pull that off, would Tom continue to be the person he was before? Being spread way too thin, with no time for family or Zendaya? He missed everything he had before, surely he wouldn’t take it for granted when things were back to normal.

“You feel… depressed?” Bella guessed, and Tom nodded. “I know what you’re going through. It’s like you told me, it’s not always going to be like this. And in order to change, you have to want that change, or else it���s always gonna be the same.”

Seems like they knew what to say to each other. This couple knew how to communicate and how to pick each other back up. How did they do that without wanting to rip each other’s heads off? Tom couldn’t listen to Zendaya without getting really, irrationally angry at her, and he didn’t know why. He felt a lot of things for her though, he just couldn’t word any of it, and it made him angry.

“I think…” he trailed off. “I think I have more feelings than I know what to do with.”

Bella nodded in agreement. “That makes two of us. It makes the shitty things pretty shitty, but the good things are even better. You just have to embrace the good.”

Why didn’t Tom have a friend like this in his other life? What would Harrison have told him? Probably would have given him a pint and called it a day.

When he didn’t have anything else to say, Bella continued on.

“You know what I got today?”

“Hm?”

She smiled and took the case off her phone, and pulled out a small, red coin from the inside. She put the coin in his hand, and he got a look at it.

“To thine own self be true,” it read around the edges. In the middle there was a number in a triangle. “1 month recovery.”

Well, that was something Tom never would have guessed about her. How could such a pretty face have a background like this? Then again, she had what could only be seen as self harm scars on her body…

“It’s actual proof that things can change,” she told him. “I was such a mess last month… and the month before. And especially at the beginning of this year. But I’ve turned things around, and you definitely can too. And I’m here for you. Okay?”

Tom was still looking at the coin in his hand, masking his shock. But he finally looked at her and nodded. “Thank you, love.”

~

He went home after Bella had fallen asleep. She sleeps a lot. After that short, but incredibly greedy make out, Tom couldn’t find it in himself to play the role of the boyfriend for any longer. That, and Ethan’s friend Andrew (a different one from the Wowie video - he knew like three of them) had texted him about a podcast they had to record. Seemed easy enough, and it was a good excuse to get away from Bella. He sat at the breakfast bar with a bowl of mac and cheese (that was all Ethan had to eat around here) and was typing on his phone.

“First of all, congratulations on your freaking amazing relationship. I had a little chat with bella about depression (her and all your friends think you’re depressed btw) and she really knew what to say. Idk how you guys do it. Secondly, i didn’t know she was an alcoholic. She showed me her very first sobriety chip and was really proud that she made it a month without drinking. Thought I should let you know, she seems pretty happy with herself.”

After sending that, Tom looked through the messages he exchanged with Mark yesterday. He cringed at all that went down, but he was relieved that no one had gotten fired. He wouldn’t know what he would have done if it happened. What would Sonji have done?

Thinking of the psychic lady prompted Tom to tell Ethan what had happened. Sonji probably would have slapped Tom with a lightning bolt from the sky if he kept it to himself any longer.

“Alsoisentanangrytexttomarkyesterdayandnowhesreallymadatmeoryouoridkanywaygn” There, that should do it. He also added screenshots for some context, but he didn’t mention that Bella was thinking about the breakup with Mark.

Fifteen minutes later, Ethan replied.

“You did what now”

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[thatawesomenerdygirl]

Misjudgement

Requested by; Anon

“If request open, will u pls do some angst bruce x reader? Where they used to date for months but he doesnt take their relationship seriously. Its just a cover for public image to him. He thought the reader is a shallow person like the usual women he dated before. But reader is actually smart but choose to pretend to be shallow. Bruce broke up with her. Then years later they met n he learn who she is. He want to get to know her n pursue her but she still hurt with him. Thanks in advance.”

Warning; Angst (not really because I suck) and sudden change of POV. And off the prompt, just a little.

You had your arms around Bruce's, smile not leaving your lips as you went to your 12th date with him. You've dated for months with him, you love him with all your heart. You always at your best when you were with him, all dolled up so you wouldn't feel self-conscious and out of place when he brought you to a fancy looking place.

Tonight was the night he promised that he would spend his time with you, he brought you to a quite fancy restaurant. You thanked all the gods up there that you've made the right decisions to dress as fancy as you could even though your intention was only to spent the night with him, playing or whatever, but being a shy woman that you were you couldn't say it. The words were stuck in your throat.

So you gave up and just spent your night dining in a restaurant nearby until late. You didn't have any appointments or meeting with your manager and the other agencies tomorrow morning, being a model as a job was hard, you were treated like a barbie doll.

The both of you sat down on a table near the window, the view was so great you couldn't take your eyes off it. But when you did you spotted a tinge of uncomfortableness in Bruce's blue eyes, he somehow didn't look as happy as you did.

"Bruce?" You called to the billionaire softly, placing your much smaller hand on top of his. You could feel he tensed as he looked at you, "what's wrong?"

"Don't worry darling," he finally responded after a moment of awkward silence, he moved his hand from your gentle grip to put it into his pocket. "I'm okay." He assured.

You didn't believe any of his words but decided to let it drop because you knew he wouldn't like it if you pushed the topic too far. You also had this weird feeling, your chest tightened when you think about it. Why?

The foods came, the two of you had a little chit chat, you did most of the talk since Bruce had preferred to listen instead of talking. You asked him about his day he only answered with boring as usual with a chuckle.

It went on and on, it got worse each day. You were always the one who called him, asking him about his day, what is he doing, telling him that you missed him, saying goodnight even I love you. You missed him a lot. On Saturday night you decided not to contact him to see if he would do it.

You received no calls and no messages. No nothing.

It saddened you, it made your heart drop when you woke up to work. Your manager had warned you about him, telling you that he was just using you to which you answered with,

"Give him a break, he's a kind and generous man. He's sweet, all of you need to see past his walls, his barriers. I love him not for his money, I love him for...Him, nothing else matters."

You managed to smile for the entire day until someone came into your changing room. A mail woman, you greeted her with the widest smile on your face. She returned your smile and gave you a letter.

"Oh, from Bruce." You smiled softly after reading where it was from. Your smile dropped at what you saw next.

Let's end this. This won't ever work.

-B.

The mail woman saw your tears that slowly dripping down to the paper, they dropped right on Bruce's signature. The ink slowly faded because of your tears, the old woman you didn't know hugged you hoping it would bring you some comfort. You gladly accepted her little embrace as you cried.

Your manager who just came back from a coffee shop saw your state. She immediately put the coffee cups down and joined to embrace you. You kept on breaking down, everything was so blurry, so monochrome. All colors were gone from your eyes.

Since then you stopped being a model, your manager understands and she supported you. She even helped you looked for a new job, she knew how much of a smarty you were, she knew your abilities and skill because you were the one who helped her with everything that she couldn't handle. You became a scientist and your manager who also a lowkey smarty became your partner.

It took years for you to completely forgot about Bruce Wayne, about the good times you soon realized that you were the only one who enjoyed it, all the talks, everything. You even realized that he never took your relationship seriously, he used you. You were wrong... Or weren't you?

Soon your names were spread all over the news and cities, not because of your successful model career this time, instead, it was because of your brain. Your accomplishments, your ideas to make the city a better place, your works, your inventions. Not your body.

It was so satisfying, it felt good to be yourself and not the shallow woman everybody had come to know.

Everything you did reached Bruce's ears, he watched you from his TV in his office, he even watched every speech you made. He misjudged you, he made a wrong move. He looked down at a scarf you made for him on your first ever Valentine's day, he should've known that you weren't like any woman he had met and dated.

Those women never made something for him, they never even tried to. Bruce only could imagine how broken you were when he sent you that letter, that heartbreaking letter.

He ran his fingers through his raven hair, a sigh of frustration left his chapped lips. He had never felt like this before, why should he care? You were nothing. You were supposed to be nothing.

Then without him knowing 2 years had passed, Bruce couldn't get you off his mind. Karma is a bitch. He lived 2 more years of his life thinking about you, he now had fallen for you. He wanted to know you better, apologizes for what he did and even telling you the truth. Hours after hours he made up his mind.

He needs you.

2.31 PM, your work will be over in another 29 minutes. You didn't mind to stay longer in the lab since you enjoyed it, you enjoyed making things.

"(Y/N)! Someone is looking for you." Your colleague said, the blonde man brought in someone you hadn't met in years, you never expected to meet him here. You stared up at Bruce with wide eyes as soon as your gaze landed on him, you slowly gaining your composure back and looked at your male colleague.

"Thank you, I need some privacy."

He gave you a nod, a hint of worry was visible on his face. Of course, he knew your little scandal with the playboy, it reached everybody's ears.

"Please sit." You offered, he didn't budge and walked to where you were currently working on. It was a little device, a really small device. "What is it, Mr. Wayne?" You asked politely.

Bruce was taken aback upon hearing your voice, it was so different. It somehow had changed. When he first heard your voice it was so annoying he wanted to cover his ears every time you talked but now it sounded like a music. gentle, melodic and soothing were the only thing that could describe you right now.

Bruce didn't realize he had been silent the whole time until he heard your voice calling his name again.

"Mr. Wayne?"

"Oh, sorry." He quickly apologized.

"You should be." Your words made him tensed in his place, he looked at you still with his usual face but inside he felt his stomach churned and filled with an uncomfortable feeling.

"I shouldn't have done that." He finally responded.

"No, you shouldn't have."

More silence, you seemed so calm under the awkwardness. You couldn't help it, you were used to it. This awkwardness was the same thing you felt when you were still with him, still happy.

"Are you trying to get me back?"

Yes. He answered in his mind, I want to know you better I want to see you better from a different perspective.

"You're too dangerous for me Bruce." You continued, stopping your work and leaned your back against the seat. Eyes looking up at him sadly, "You turned me away like I begged for your money." You added.

Bruce didn't say anything, he couldn't say anything which you took as an opportunity to continue your speech. "I loved you, I did. I thought I saw through you but I was so naïve and stupid, so wrong."

You didn't notice Bruce had knelt down in front of you and gently took your smaller hand in his, it felt so warm now. The only thing you could feel when you dated him was coldness, it felt weird.

Bruce felt your fingers twitched in surprise but he didn't draw his hand back, he gave you a gentle squeeze.

"I was blind back then." He finally spoke up, "I didn't know it would hurt you that much. I thought you were like the other women and I was wrong I misjudged you. I'm just going to ask you once, I don't want to force you, will you give me another chance to get to know you better?"

You stared at his blue eyes, noticing that he didn't get enough sleep. Another silence filled the room once more before you stood up and drew your hand back from him.

"I don't know Bruce, I'm still scared." You grabbed your bag, walking towards the door before opening it open and stepped out. "I'll think about it."

[ END ]

Nope, not gonna continue this, I'm sorry!!!

Sorry for grammar errors hope you enjoyed!

-K!

Oh a little fun fact, I rewrote this like... 2 times. The other two has 2000 more words XD AND I DELETED THEM!

[resilientreader]

You already know how we work. 1 through 97 with the asks!

1. What’s your middle name? michelle  (mic-hell?)

2. What are you listening to right now? can’t help falling in love by haley reinhart

3. What was the last thing you ate? poptarts

4. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? u (haha mobile tumblr)

5. Do you drink? no

6. Do you smoke? no

7. What is the first thing you noticed in someone? the way they carry themselves/portray themselves to others

8. What is your hair color? dirty blond

9. What is your eye color? grey-ish blue

10. Do you wear contacts/glasses? yeah i wear glasses

11. Dogs or cats? give me all the fucking furballs

12. What’s your favorite animal? i wouldn’t be able to decide, there are too many good ones.

13. What’s your favorite television show? modern family is neat

14. What’s your favorite movie? uh,,i rlly like pitch perfect actually, from what i remember it was neat

15. What’s your favorite band/singer? i can’t really choose on a favorite, considering there are so many good ones, but mcr, relient k, mindy gledhill, and regina spektor are all near the top.

16. How old are you? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

17. Do you have a crush on anyone? My girlfriend

18. What’s your sexual orientation? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

19. What’s your favorite color? gray

20. What was your most embarrassing moment? existing in itself is embarrassing

21. Do you ever wish you were someone else? yeah sometimes

22. What were you like when you were a kid? i was,,,immature

23. What would your dream house be like? books literally everywhere, rlly cozy and warm, soft colors and plush things literally everywhere.

24. What last made you laugh? a shitpost

25. What is your favorite word? perpetual

26. What is your least favorite word? can’t

27. What turns you on? a light switch

28. What turns you off? hey what do you know, it’s that same switch

29. What is your star sign? capricorn

30. What are your favorite books? harry potter series

31. Do you have any siblings? yeah, 3 of them

32. Do you like to dance? not often

33. What is your definition of cheating? being untruthful and going behind another’s back for personal gains and/or doing it out of fear

34. Have you ever cheated on someone? no

35. Do you regret anything? my existence

36. Do you have any phobias? yes plenty

37. Ever broken any bones? yeah, i snapped my femur in half once bc an old tv fell on it

38. Ever come close to death? yeah, when i snapped my femur in half bc the tv could’ve fallen on my head or w/e if i didn’t pull a sonic move

39. What is your religion, if any? i dont really have a set religion, i’m more just gonna let fate take the reins on what happens after i die and accept that really any religion could be true

40. Have you ever been to a psychiatrist/therapist? no

41. Are looks important in a relationship? not at all

42. Are you more like your mom or your dad? i’m pretty neutral on both of them, because i have some of my mom’s traits and some of my dad’s but i’m also like neither of them so

43. What is your favorite season? winter

44. Do you have any tattoos? no

45. Do you have any piercings? yeah

46. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had? like,,,2-3

47. Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? not really

48. Who is your celebrity crush? no one

49. Are you a virgin? yeah

50. Do you get jealous easily? not really i dont think

51. What is your favorite type of food? dessert 

52. Do you ever want to get married? sure, if i find the right person for it

53. Who was your first kiss with? i still haven’t had a kiss yet lmao (my girlfriend is like,,,online so?)

54. Have you ever been cheated on? i’m too oblivious to know

55. What is your idea of the perfect date? spending an evening/night just sitting w my so and talking to each other about everything. listening to them tell their life story, telling me their favorite things, things they think, really anything about them. we’d be cuddling and just having a nice conversation until the early hours of the morning, or even just laying there together in silence.

56. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? introvert

57. Do you believe in aliens or life on other planets? fuck yeah

58. What talent do you wish you’d been born with? being able to draw or like sing

59. What is your saddest memory? frankly would rather keep this one to myself

60. Do you believe in love at first sight? yes

61. Do you believe in soul mates? yes and no

62. Have you ever dyed your hair? no

63. Has someone ever spread a nasty rumor about you? not that i’m aware of

64. Would you go against your moral code for money? it depends on what i’d need the money for

65. What are three things most people don’t know about you? i’m lactose intolerant (but completely disregard the fact and gorge on ice cream haha), the last time i drew something was months ago, and no one i don’t think has ever heard or experienced the full extent of my emotions/issues/being

66. Who are you jealous of? i’m not really jealous in general??? like i can’t name anyone who i’ve specifically been jealous of before????

67. Do you sleep with a stuffed toy? sometimes

68. How long was your longest relationship? the one i’m in, actually

69. Is the glass half empty or half full? why do i have half of a glass anyway

70. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you? flirt with me

71. Who is your most loyal friend? not too sure

72. Are you in a relationship? yes

73. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her? she’s so kind and enchanting and jfkfkjgk you don’t understand i don’t have a favorite thing there’s too many wonderful and amazing things about her, saying one good thing about her feels like it’d just omit everything else about her

74. Are you a bad person? i’m not the best judge for that

75. Are you a lover or a fighter? i think a lover, i’m not too sure

76. What did you do on your last birthday? stayed lowkey

77. What is your favorite quote and why? i don’t have a favorite quote, but i enjoy quotes that explore topics that are more spiritual rather than intellectual or anything

78. If your best friend died, what would you do? i would die inside along with their physical death

79. If you had to go back in time and change one thing, what would it be? that one answer on that one test (aka ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

80. If you only had 24 hours to live, what would you do? send messages to everyone i value telling them about how much i value and appreciate them before writing some last words

81. What is the strangest dream you’ve ever had? uh one time i dreamed that my family had a plushie contest in my old house and i had a python plushie that turned into an actual python, then at some point it started raining and like,,,,nutcrackers and giant gummy bears attacked my house???? and i lead???? some sort of attack against them?????? then woke up???

82. Are you happier single or in a relationship? it depends on who i’m/i’d be in a relationship with

83. Who were you in a past life? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i can’t remember

84. What is your happiest childhood memory? this one christmas when i got a dog plushie bc it was,,so pure (i still have him)

85. Have you ever experienced unrequited love? like,,,once

86. Have you ever had an imaginary friend? yeah, lots of them

87. If you were the president, what would you do? implement new policies on equality and help square away the country’s budget, along with working towards making the government more unified and,,,you know, stuff like that

88. What is your ideal career? either being an author or a psychologist, both are really neat

89. What is your political affiliation? lmao idrc about politics

90. Are you conservative or liberal? again idc about affiliating myself with one or the other

91. Is the male or female body closest to perfection? both are beautiful, no matter the shape

92. Do you like kissing in public? yeah i’m fine with it

93. If you could change one thing in the world, what would you change? the fact that people can’t accept that people and opinions can differ from their own views and/or values

94. Where would you like to live? scotland

95. Where would you go on your dream vacation? alaska

96. Describe yourself in one word. conflicted

97. Describe yourself in one sentence. a mess that won’t change.

[turnabouttoothbrush]

Good Boy

Still waiting on my call. Soon. Soon.

Today’s sporkers are Kiri, Chill, and Cade.

(We open up in our oft-neglected sporking theatre.)

Cade: Ladies.

Chill: ‘Sup?

Cade: No idea. Kiri?

Kiri: Something scrounged up from the account of the person who wrote that high school AU.

Chill: You mean the high school AU that spurred us to go and write our own high school AU?

Cade: With hookers! And blackjack!

Chill: And lots and lots of snark!!

Kiri: Yes, that one. Anyway, it’s just PWP and not very long, so we might as well begin.

Other two: Okay~

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters/items/locations related to the Metal Gear series. It all belongs to Hideo Kojima and Konami.

Note: All characters involved are above the age of consent. Note 2: This started off as something then became something else. Have fun! Note3: my tumblr blog is: [REDACTED]

Please review and comment! :)

Kiri: This was on AO3.

Cade: Pretty sure AO3 has a site-wide disclaimer, but okay...

Chill: Yeah, and AO3′s also the place that gives no craps about characters being under the age of consent, too...

The rope tightened and Hal whimpered, his breath caught snug in his throat. He hovered there, his head bowed, his arms tied behind his back. His thighs trembled under the strain of kneeling for so long, but it wasn’t like he could move. Every time he arched his back, the rope around his neck would tighten and he would be delirious until he sagged and the rope eased the pressure.

Kiri: Of course, keep in mind that this author literally tagged the fic “Male/Male” and “NSFW” despite already being rated Explicit and in the M/M category.

Chill: I suppose not everyone completely understands the workings of the sites they post on.

Kiri: Give me a break...

Hal didn’t mind the rope; it had been a surprise that sent shivers down his spine. What did surprise him was

Cade: Uhhhh the phrase “what did surprise him” kind of implies that the previous thing didn’t surprise him.

Chill: Well yeah but like we’ve all read that dumb high school AU, no one’s going into this thinking that this author knows what they’re doing.

Kiri: That’s kind of harsh, Chill. I’m proud of you.

Chill: <3

that it wasn’t just a simple binding of his wrists and ankles. Instead he was tied up in a single length of rope and the knots would move and shift with his movement.

Cade: I don’t think they teach you that in Boy Scouts.

He thought something like this would be left to the darkest corner of his fantasies, an idea to masturbate to late at night when he would claw at his own wrists and throat.

Kiri: Is it, um, really that weird to tell your partner, “Hey, so I kind of like being tied up, do wanna try that out sometime?”

Chill: Maybe he’s just embarrassed...

But it wasn’t just the rope, it was the plastic cock logged deep in his ass that, with a flick of a button, would vibrate and thrash inside without mercy, and the ring wrapped tight around the base of his cock.

God, he wished he could cum.

Hal would have never have been able to do this on his own.

Chill: Yeah, I imagine it is pretty difficult to tie yourself up!

Would have never attempted or dreamed, of doing this with someone else. And he never thought he would spill each and every filthy dark kink, and fetish, his mind could conjure.

Chill: And after six years of this, I have to say...

Cade: ...bondage and toys are pretty vanilla, all things considered?

Chill: I mean, I could totally understand this internal monologue if he were into snuff or something. Or maybe something milder, like soft vore?

Kiri: Or inflation, or feet?

Cade: Otacon strikes me more as a lowkey furry and stocking fetish kind of guy.

Chill: I think he’s just into skintight bodysuits.

And now, here he knelt on the floor of the living room, his cock throbbing painfully, his limbs and body bound with rope, getting high on the cut off of oxygen and wiggling his hips every time the vibrator went off.

Which wasn’t as often as he would like, but again, that was something else he had wanted.

“Do you want to cum, or do you need to cum?” Dave said from his place on the couch. He was stretched out, a cigarette dangled between his lips, a six pack next to him on the couch. He had already drunk four of the beers, taking his time.

Cade: I dunno about you two, but the prospect of Snake just watching a sexed-up Otacon like some kind of TV program is fucking hilarious to me.

Chill: No, you’re right. It sorta is.

Kiri: Is there a particular reason why they’re doing this in the living room of all places...?

Want and need are two very different things.

Hal opened his mouth to say yes, that he wanted to cum, that he needed to cum, but the warning look from Dave and he shut his mouth.

“I-I don’t know.” Hal said.

Kiri: Well, an erection lasting longer than four hours is considered reason to go to the emergency room, so I’d suggest finishing up before that.

The words tumbled into a moan as Dave pressed the switch in his hand and the cock inside vibrated and trashed. He arched his back, an instinctive move, and fell breathless as he rocked his hips, his cock angry and red, and swollen, as he thrusted pointlessly into the air.

Just as it had begun, it was over, the cock still in his ass and Hal slumped forward. He swallowed mouthfuls of air, dizzy and shaking, his head threatening to explode.

“I-I need to cum.” Hal mumbled.

He shut his eyes and cried out as the toy began again and this time, it didn’t stop.

Kiri: I must admit, though, that it is nice to read a kinkfic where there isn’t any convoluted reason for the characters to be engaging in the kink - just that they’re into it.

Cade: I think commenting on that kind of makes you a hypocrite, Kiri. (Edit from the future: To say nothing of the fact that YOU ALSO wrote a daddy kink fic!)

Kiri: Shut up.

Chill: How much promo-ing of our own fanfics is too much promo-ing of our own fanfics...?

Cade: Well... this is a blog for bad fanfiction...

Kiri: Hey!

He shook his head, rising his hips, and tried to wiggle, but when the toy started to slip, his eyes opened wide and he whined low in his throat, and clenched hard around it but it dropped to the floor.

Chill: You’d think if it was going to do that it would have done that already.

He trembled, and frustration crept into his bones as it thrashed and shook on the floor.

Dave said nothing. Instead he smoked his cigarette and watched Hal’s eyes start to tear behind his glasses, his face reddening, and his bottom lip trembled.

Hal looked at Dave, pleading.

“Do you want to cum, or do you need to cum?” Dave repeated.

Cade: Honestly, at this point I don’t even know what that even means.

Hal licked his lips, and looked to the toy on the floor, then back to Dave.

“I want to cum.”

Dave leaned forward on the sofa and reached out a hand. He cupped Hal’s face and Hal nuzzled the roughened palm. Hal tried to swallow around the rising lump in his throat, his lips curling downward as he pressed his forehead against Dave’s hand.

“Too much?” Dave rubbed his thumb along Hal’s cheek bone.

Hal nodded, the lump getting worse.

“Speak.” Dave ordered.

“Too much.” Hal whined.

Chill: Too much fic, that is! Ba-dum tish!

Kiri: We’re only halfway through it.

Chill: Wow, already?

Dave stubbed out his cigarette into an empty can of beer. He pushed himself off of the couch and reached down. He picked up the sex toy, and wrapped his arm around Hal’s waist, their faces inches apart, he smiled as he shoved it back inside Hal’s ass.

Hal’s mouth opened. Confusion, and pain, and pleasure rolling across his face as Dave started fucking him with it.

Cade: No comment on the pain bit, but I don’t think confusion generally goes along with good sex.

Chill: Oh... actually, now would be a good time to promo our fics again.

Kiri: Not my fault if ‘overwhelmed, distressed, and extremely confused Liquid Snake’ is a fun topic to write about.

Cade: Honestly, it should be illegal for you to have favorite characters, Kiri.

“Ahhh, ahhh!” Hal couldn’t help himself, could stop the cries as he arched his back, the rope tightening as David held tight to him and nuzzled his neck.

“When I want you to cum, when I think you need to cum, then you will cum.” David whispered into his ear. “But until then, you are going to kneel here with your legs spread while you fuck a toy and strangle yourself.”

“Bu-but!”

“No buts.” David smiled.

“But I want you,” The last word came out as a high pitched whine.

Chill: Which would be funnier here: the Soulja Boy YOUUUUUU or the Whitney Houston y~~o~~uuu~~~~?

Cade: It’s not like we can embed sound effects into a sporking.

Chill: Imagine...

David shoved the toy fully inside of Hal and held it there as Hal’s body shook.

“Then be a good boy and do as Daddy says.”

Everyone: *just completely fucking loses it*

Hal froze. His eyes met David’s before they rolled back and his hips bucked awkwardly, his body straining as he came.

Except he didn’t, and he couldn’t.

“Daddy, Daddy, please,” Hal whined, desperate.

Chill: This is freakin’ incredible.

Cade: Do you think Otacon posts this kind of shit on social media?

Kiri: Why the fuck do we now have “DDLG memes” in our Google search history?! Why didn’t you go incognito?!?!

(Yeah, it already looks bad enough with the way Airey has called their pseudo-boyfriend “Daddy” in public before...)

Kiri: That wasn’t- that’s not-!

Cade:

David grabbed his jaw, holding him still.

“Will Hal be a good little boy who does everything Daddy says?” David’s tone was firm and rough.

“Yes Daddy. I’ll be good.” Hal choked, his lashes wet.

Cade:

Chill:

Kiri: Okay, that’s just a little too... um... no, Chill. Just no.

Chill: Too soon?

Cade: She died in 1964!

“Good boy.” David smiled. He forced his mouth on Hal’s, nipping and biting his bottom lip.

Hal gasped into the kiss, moaning and sighing, licking David’s mouth. He couldn’t contain the moans as David’s hand let go of his jaw and slipped down his body to release the cock ring. David unsnapped it and let it drop to the floor. He wrapped his hand around Hal’s cock and squeezed once, tugging mercilessly on it before covering the fat, swollen, head with his hand and rubbing hard.

Hal saw stars behind his lids, his breath knocked from his lungs as he came, finally came,

Chill: *as Otacon, very loudly* Daddy I’m cumming! ♥︎

Cade: *as Snake* :D Hi, Cumming, I’m--

Kiri: I hate both of you.

Cade:

Kiri:

and covered David’s hand with his cum. He bucked his hips as the heat that had been pooling heavily in his belly finally spread throughout his body, and he would have fallen backwards if it wasn’t for David’s arms around his waist, holding him upright.

When it was over, and Hal didn’t know how long it took, or if he had cried, or yelled, or moaned, but when it was over and he was panting, he opened his eyes.

Wordlessly, David held up his cum covered hand.

“You made a mess on Daddy’s hand.”

Chill:

Kiri: You’re supposed to stop posting DDLG memes too, Chill!

Chill:

Kiri: AAAAAAAARGH!

Hal’s eyes fell half shut and he leaned towards the hand. Obediently, he licked up the mess, his eyes shutting as he shucked on David’s fingers, his palm, between his fingers, and his thumb. He opened his eyes and sat back, his body trying to shut down and send him to sleep as David examined his hand.

“Kojima.” Hal mumbled.

David’s eyes flashed to his.

Cade: Memes aside - is their safeword literally Kojima?

Chill: Yeah, looks like it.

Cade: *starts laughing again*

“Gave over?”

Kiri: Nice typo.

“Game over.” Hal repeated.

David nodded and reached down, and with a sucking sound, he pulled the sex toy free from Hal’s ass. Hal sighed as David reached into a back pocket and pulled out one of his military knives. He carefully set about to cutting Hal free from the rope. Once Hal was free, he wrapped his arms around David’s neck, and burrowed his face into his shoulder.

David wrapped his arms around Hal’s waist, rubbing his back soothingly.

“You okay?” He pressed a kiss to Hal’s ear.

“M’hmm,”

Kiri: No, his dignity is completely shot.

Chill: Along with your sanity after that glut of DDLG screenshots~

Kiri: Fuck you.

Cade: Wait, Otacon has dignity?

“Is that a yes?” David smiled.

“M’hmm,”

David leaned back a fraction, gently pushing on Hal’s shoulders.

Hal looked up at him, his eyes glazed.

“Can I have some words?”

Chill: *as Otacon* My kink is stupid and I feel bad.

“Yeah,” Hal mumbled.

David sighed, relieved. He pulled Hal close.

“Come on, we need a shower.”

End.

Kiri: Finally.

Chill: You’re the one who kinda pointed out that it isn’t a very long fic.

Kiri: Yeah, but it’s this DDLG shit. DDLB? Either way, it’s dumb.

Cade: It’s hilarious.

Chill: Any good comments?

Cade: Oh... no. A bunch of people thought it was hot, but that was all.

Kiri: Tch, really? Even aside from the daddy stuff, I just overall found it rather clunky and generic.

Chill: Reeeeally generic. I bet if Sith were here he’d find+replace the whole fic with someone else! Just... not sure who, considering he’s taken to using Snake/Otacon for his find+replace couples...

Cade: Well, whoever he would have picked, it wouldn’t have changed much. Or anything, really.

Chill: Yeah, there wasn’t even any specific dialogue that placed the whole thing in a context more or less unique to Solicon - and the only thing that contextualized it as Metal Gear Solid was the “Kojima” joke!

Kiri: So basically... it wasn’t good.

Cade: Also it was a fucking daddy kink fic holy shit hahahahahahahahahaha

(And, still laughing, today’s sporkers leave. Tune in next time for hopefully not another MGS fic! Whenever that next time may be...)