#and he said ''i'm not sure yet.'' (he had bought it because he'd never seen one for sale before) ''i'm thinking soup.''

[nientedal]

the question is. when i eventually post the relevant chapter. do i tell my readers why i am having the characters eat dinner at this specific place. or do i just not say anything.

the thing is, this is a place where my dad brought my mom to eat soup, because he found it and the food was amazing. which sounds like a normal enough thing to do, except we live in pennsylvania and this particular restaurant is in las vegas, nevada.

the story goes: dad went on a business trip. and he found this seafood bar in the middle of the casino of the palace station hotel. and the place made great soup. just fabulous soup. dad had their gumbo and immediately went "ok, how many more times can i eat this soup again before i go home," and then he got home and he said "opal. you need to try this gumbo. we need to go to las vegas." "for soup?" said my mom. "yes," said my dad, "for soup. we need to go to las vegas to eat soup." and they did! like a year later! they had granny and grandpa come to look after me and my sister for a week while they fucked off to nevada to eat soup (and do birdwatching)!

...is that a thing to include in an author's note? it's a true story but unless you know my parents, it sounds completely batshit. also, like, it was the '90s, the economy was way different then and everything was a LOT cheaper - i do not think they'd be able to do the same thing today, so i worry it is going to sound grotesquely privileged instead of, idk, definitely privileged but mostly just fucking ridiculous. thoughts? ideas? dal what the fuck is your family? a;lskjdfl;kjlksjfk

[ominium]

farewell

character : gojo s. (i only say his name once, so if you wanna insert anyone else...won't blame ya) context : your husband forgets who you were (amnesia) and hangs out with his high school fling more than you :( pov : first person (reader) content : angst no comfort (letter no response)

note(s) yeah idk, had this thought at 5:00 am and, after a few days, decided to finally write it out also gojo likes his eggs scrambled here with reader. yea idk if u think he'd prefer runny yolk then oops

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In another universe, we would have grown old together.

As promised, we would have woken up in each other's arms, go on morning walks, share a sandwich, watch the birds fly by...

As promised, we would have grown a flower bed out in the countryside, have chats with our elderly neighbors every now and then, watch the sunset together...

When we first got back to our home after the accident, I had hope. I know it was hard for you to live with me, as you saw me as nothing more than a stranger, but I believed you could remember me. I had strength that our love would prevail, as cheesy as it sounds...I believed that you could remember me.

Every little aspect of our little life was still there. The way I still had to try extra hard to wake you up in the mornings, how you still enjoyed noodles that were a little overcooked and soaked with the broth, and even the way you sat on "your spot" of the couch. Everything was so endearing, and I wanted to believe that you hadn't changed.

The way you still greeted your old friends was all the same. Sure, you missed out on some memories, but for the most part, they didn't have to endure the pain of being asked, "who are you?"

It was nice to see some of your memories come back, too. When you had that nagging feeling that you just had to go to the local park, even though it was raining...all because it felt right. And it did. We used to take a walk on weekends to wind down and relax. Our hands intertwined, and just simply people watching. It re-lit what little faith I had left, and had me craving for more...more of you remembering our memories.

How you started going out every other evening to get some drinks. It seemed so...painfully absent in the home, but at least you were putting in the effort to remember.

So how...how is it that you seem to start remembering everything but me? How can you remember the way I liked my eggs scrambled, but not me? How could you remember how I liked the way I folded my clothes, but not me? How was my spot replaced with her?

Was it not strange that she would make you sunny-side up eggs, even though you said you didn't like the yolk runny? How she didn't walk the path you wanted to walk in the park? You brought her a beautiful bouquet wrapped in purple, yet the colors she surrounds herself with are yellow.

Why is it that I hear from Shoko that you were with her again? Why do I get messages from Megumi that you had to buy two bouquets, because you accidentally bought purple flowers again? Why is it that it seems you never come home to me? Why did I have to see your wedding ring on the bathroom floor. Forgotten.

Why do I wake up to an empty home, and go to bed alone now....

...You know, yesterday was our anniversary. I had bought a cake and even asked Yuuji to help me decorate the living room for us. It was...pretty awkward, to say the least, when he calls me and says you're at the bar with "that girl again."

To be honest, Satoru, I don't blame you. How could I? You experienced trauma, you have amnesia...you still see me as a stranger that just happens to live in the same home as you, and just happens to have a bunch of pictures with you, and even a wedding photo plastered in the bedroom wall. Right.

But it would've been nice if you had just...tried. Tried to come home to me. Try to spend time with me. Given me the bouquets because I love purple.

Tried to be the husband you promised you would be to me.

So here. I'm sure you've already seen them, but the divorce papers are under the letter. I've signed everything, and again I'm sure you've seen, but I grabbed all my essentials and left. You don't have to see me again. I placed our rings in the box they came in...thank goodness I saved it, despite you wanting me not to. You can do what you will with them...you did buy them anyways.

And I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I couldn't give more time to you. I'm sorry if I didn't try hard enough. But, I'm sure you'd understand...you've got holes in your memories that everyone wants to fill.

and I've got whole memories that I can't share anymore.

[hitomisuzuya]

hi suzu, hope you’re doing well :3

May I ask a Scara x reader smut which has a flat chest? Like maybe we’re trying out a new lingerie that we bought to “please” him but we’re thinking that’s it does not look pretty on us..

Hope it’s clear..💥

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Nipple play. Clit stimulation/rubbing.

No worries, you were perfectly clear. Thank you for your patience😳

Feelings of inadequacy spread like a plague. Lately, you'd been noticing that some women were a bit more..chesty than you. And it made you think, like really think: was your chest too small for Scaramouche?

You'd brought up what he called nonsense three days ago, and today, much to his annoyance, he'd hardly seen hide nor hair of you. Once he arrived home, he could the bedroom light on underneath the crack of the door.

Scaramouche put a hand on the door knob, and started to open the door, only to have you push it shut abruptly. "No, don't come in here yet. In fact, don't come in here at all," He heard your nervous little voice behind the door.

"I'm coming in," He said simply, his eyes narrowed in annoyance. He put his hand on the doorknob, sighing when it wouldn't turn. You had your hand on it.

"No," You said vehemently.

Scaramouche decided to play a little dirty. "Look, I had a long day, and I just want to see you," That's all he ever wanted really. He took his hand off the knob and waited. He could practically hear your knees getting weak during the brief silence.

"Okay, just give me one second," You said, taking your hand off the doorknob, and attempted to make a break for the bed to hide under the covers.

However, Scaramouche hardly gave you any time. No sooner had you turned around his hand caught your wrist, stopping you. His indigo eyes slowly wandered up and down your body. There you stood, trying to wiggle out of his grasp in lacy black lingerie.

Scaramouche made circular motion with his index finger. "Turn," He commanded simply.

"Sc-Scara! No!" You protested. You couldn't control your hammering heart in your chest, and the sudden fear he was judging as your chest size.

"Turn, brat" You looked so cute all flustered and shy that he couldn't help but poke at you a little. He knew what this was about. How thoughtful of you to gift wrap yourself in a bow for him before he proved that he could never resist your breasts.

He licked his lips as he turned you in a circle. The words tumbled out of your mouth all at once. "I got this because I wanted to surprise you. But I don't think it-"

Scaramouche did not want to hear the next words out of your mouth. He touched a finger to your lips. "You look delectable," Putting his hands on your shoulders, he gently snapped one of your bra straps on your shoulder as he backed you up towards the bed.

"Are you sure my chest is big enough for you?" It didn't seem like he really heard you though. His gaze was focused right on your chest as he pushed you back onto the bed.

"I hope if you mind if I just," Scaramouche said as he crawled over you. Your eyes widened when you heard the flimsy fabric of your bra tear, "get rid of this. It's in the way," He carelessly tossed it onto the floor. He would buy you three more. Your breasts just cupped so perfectly in that bra. It made him twice as eager to get his hands, and his mouth on them.

"These," His hands folded around your bare breasts, giving them a long, thorough grope, "are perfect. Shall I show you," He leaned down, sweeping his tongue slowly over your nipple. He looked up at you, smirking when he saw you shiver. "How much I appreciate them?"

You let out a shaky sigh as his tongue swirled slowly around your nipple. When it started to harden into a sensitive nub on his tongue, he took it into his mouth to suck on.

He trailed his hand down your stomach, goosebumps raising in their wake. He prodded his tongue on your nipple, sending jolts of pleasure to your swelling clit. His hand slipped into your panties. He parted your folds, gathering your juices on his fingers.

Your back arched off the bed, louder moans sounding from you as his fingers found your clit. Any anxiety about your insecurities melted away, and you felt yourself relaxing and surrendering him in the way he always enjoyed.

One of your hands closed around the blankets, the other shaking as you put it on the back of his head. You pressed his mouth down onto your breast, your hips rolling up to grind into his fingers.

Scaramouche groaned against your breast, drool pooling between them as he sucked. His fingers danced wet and adept on your clit, rolling it between the pads of his fingers.

"That's my good girl," He purred his praise, taking his mouth off your nipple to turn his attention to the other one. "Let me appreciate them while I make you cum."

You gasped in pleasure as he flicked your other nipple, pinching it as he watched you writhe. Your body twitched with pleasure, your senses overwhelmed. You didn't know what you wanted to do. Grind against his fingers or arch your chest up into his mouth?

Every rub and pinch on your clit was beginning to send you reeling. He took your nipple in his mouth, increasing the pace of his fingers. He was determined to make you cum hard from just sucking on your nipples, spurring your orgasm on as he rubbed your clit.

Your pussy clenched as Scaramouche reased the tips of his fingers your entrance before sweeping them back up to your clit. "Don't you realize how fucking perfect you are?" He moaned, his cock throbbing and straining in his shorts.

No sooner had he said those words your orgasm suddenly broke over you. His tongue licked and swirled around your nipple, sighing content seeing your tremble from your orgasm.

He stroked and rubbed your clit to nurse you through your orgasm. Now he hoped this nonsense was put to rest.

[allfearstofallto]

I haven't gotten to Caleb's story yet, but, I've seen a few clips. And the part of me that loves dark romance and twisted love, is absolutely over the moon at the way he's acting, but color me surprised when I saw how everyone else was responding to it 😭

I just saw someone make a post saying they hated the story and it was horrible. Like, my stomach dropped because I'd spent so much time prepping for him and I was worried I'd wasted it.

So obviously, I read the whole review and from what I gathered, the person just hated the fact that Caleb was doing his yandere thing. They said he felt evil and controlling, that he was morally grey and that his relationship with mc was going to paint what he'd done in a better light. Mind you I read the post twice to be sure, but the whole time I was thinking, "That's the whole point??"

A yandere character is always going to be inherently morally grey. Whether they act on their actions or not, typically the thoughts that they have about their darling are depraved. The ownership they feel over the person they love is almost inhumane. And of course, sometimes it's not even love, it's limerence or obsession. That's what makes them a yandere.

I think a lot of people expected him to be more possessive, like Xavier, which is more of a cute jealousy at times, typical of a romantic drama, and not a full blown, "I will kidnap you and hide you away from everyone because you and I belong together," type. But i also feel like they weren't paying enough attention. In his trailer he says something along the lines of "I bought that cat a bell with a collar, so that it'd make noise if it tried to run away," The cat obviously being an allegory for us and what he intended to do to us.

They didn't put that there for no reason??

So yeah, long-winded post to say that a lot of people didn't understand the initial archetype for Caleb. Because if we're going by typical otome game archetypes, there's always one yandere. I'm personally very happy with him so far, once again, as a yandere enthusiast and writer myself (not a good one) I think he was written beautifully.

He's not a yandere for no reason, his personality hasn't changed a crazy amount to account for his yandere actions (he mentions that he's always been like this), he had a moderate amount of power that makes him a valuable ally, but a tragic foe, and he has a real connection to mc, meaning that cutting him off and never seeing him again because of these tendencies isn't entirely possible for her.

[roosterforme]

Adult Education Part 7 | Hangman x OC

Summary: Jessica can't get enough of the comfort she feels around Jake, and he can't help but press her to define what they are doing. Everything feels heated and still sweet when they hang out for the day, and when she brings up the alumni event, he's immediately onboard.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing, eventually 18+

Length: 3700 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

Jessica couldn't remember the last time she felt this comfortable and confident around someone else. She had grown into the understanding that her own company was the best company for her, and especially for the past year, she had kept contact with most people to a minimum. Keeping them at a professional arm's length as much as possible. But when she was with Jake, she didn't feel like she needed to be quiet and keep her head down to survive. 

"I got pretty much every kind of snack for today," he told her as they stood in his kitchen. "Just because I don't know all of your favorites yet."

Yet. That was the second time he'd made her heart flutter like this. He also told her he was getting attached to her. And now his cheeks were a little pink as she picked up some chips and salsa.

"I told you I'm not picky as long as you have Sam Adams for me."

"I'll make sure I always have it," he promised as he took two bottles out of the refrigerator and followed her to the living room. "You relax and shout to me if anyone scores, okay?"

"Where are you going?" she asked from her spot on the couch as he set the beers down and left again. She noticed the stack of journals she'd given him were sitting near the corner of the coffee table. 

"Just going to add everything to the crockpot so we can have dinner later."

Jessica settled back into the cushions and watched him walk away, his shirt hugging his broad shoulders. He was perhaps even more handsome than Brian Conley, which was something she would have never thought possible. When she and Brian were sleeping together, she thought he was the most attractive man she'd ever seen. Ten years older. Gray hair mixed in with chestnut brown. Icy blue eyes. But now she was coming around to the idea of someone her own age, with lighter hair and pretty green eyes. 

When Jake returned a minute later and settled down right next to her, even though there was plenty of room, she asked, "How old are you?"

He took the jar of salsa from her hand and opened it as he said, "Thirty. I'd ask you how old you are, but my mom would be really disappointed if she ever learned that I did. So if you'd like to tell me, that's fine, but I'm not asking."

Jessica laughed as she opened the bag of chips and curled her legs up onto the couch so her thigh was resting on his. "How would your mom ever find out anyway?"

Jake scoffed as he scooped salsa onto a chip. "You don't think she's going to want to meet my girlfriend?" He shoved the whole thing into his mouth before grabbing more. "She'd get the information out of you somehow, I'm sure."

She sat there quietly and broke a chip in half before nibbling on it as she tried not to smile. She hadn't been in a relationship since right after grad school. Most guys didn't seem inclined to want to do more than sleep with her. Her brand of nerdy was a hard sell. She was smarter than almost everyone else, she was introverted, and she preferred playing Dungeons & Dragons or reading a book to going out. Well, excluding an evening at Chippy's. 

"I'm thirty one," she said softly with a grin. 

"Perfect," he replied, casually scooping more salsa onto a chip. "I also wouldn't be upset if you told me if you bought that green underwear you were looking at on your phone."

She started nibbling on the other half of the chip as Jake's arm rubbed hers. "Maybe." He was looking at her out of the corner of his eye before turning away from the football game completely to face her. "Okay... yes, I bought the set," she said, biting her lip. "You're missing the game."

"I don't really care about the game all that much. Like I said before, I think I've gotta be the world's worst Longhorns fan."

"You're terrible," she confirmed as he held out the jar of salsa for her. 

His gaze dipped down to her lips. "Why are you so far away?" he asked softly. 

She wanted to laugh, because she was practically sitting on his lap. Instead she leaned in and kissed his cheek as she said, "What was I thinking?" Jake's body was big and warm and cozy as he draped his arm around her shoulders. She snuggled in close to him with her cheek resting on his chest. She dipped a chip into the jar he was holding and teased him with it before she shoved it into his mouth. 

"Thanks, Baby," he murmured as he chewed it up. Then she took the jar and the chips and set them on the table and grabbed the beers instead. They sat cuddled up, sipping the drinks, and Jake was actually less annoying when the Longhorns scored than she had anticipated. She just relaxed into him as the condensation from her bottle dripped occasionally onto his jeans, but he didn't complain, so she didn't move. 

"You want another one now?" he asked, taking her empty bottle in the same hand as his and kissing her hair. 

"No," she whispered. "And don't get up. I'm comfortable."

"Okay," he replied softly, leaning forward just enough to let the bottles drop with a thud onto the area rug. 

Jessica pushed him back with her palm on his abs, and she bit her lip as she felt his muscles. "I said don't move."

"You're in charge, Reedy."

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This was all wildly thrilling for Jake. He was with a beautiful woman who wanted to chill on his couch and run her hand back and forth across his abs while they watched football together. He never did this kind of thing. Ever. This was indulgent in a way he didn't usually operate. 

When Jessica looked up at him through her eyelashes, he reached over and adjusted her glasses. Then he felt her hand dip inside his shirt and come to rest just above his jeans, fingers stroking almost to the point of tickling. And he wasn't even watching the game. Maybe it was halftime. He wasn't sure. It didn't matter. 

Why did he suddenly want a girlfriend so badly that he kept thinking about it? He was thinking about how this could be a normal weekend for him. And how he could have Jessica curled up with him like this in bed. 

He was staring. He knew he was. But so was she. And her small hand was moving across his skin in the most addicting way. "Reedy," he whispered, and that was all it took. She planted her hand with her fingertips inside his jeans, and Jake groaned as she kissed him. When her hand slid up his abs to his chest and pulled his shirt up with it, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her until she was in his lap. 

In the deepest recesses of his brain, Jake knew he couldn't let anything too wild happen today. Just kissing. Just like this. But when he let his hand trail down to Jessica's round ass, he realized the fabric of her leggings was thin and that he could feel her thong through it. It felt lacy. He wanted to know what it looked like. 

He palmed her a little rougher, until she broke the kiss and rubbed herself against him. "Oh, Jessica," he groaned, taking in the sight of her wide eyes and crooked glasses. She was raking her fingers slowly through his chest hair while Jake squeezed her butt. He couldn't think straight as her lips met his again, and then his hand was up the back of her shirt.

Her skin was so damn soft, and Jake was not going to be able to conceal the fact that he was getting hard for her when her knee kept nudging him through his jeans. Her feather soft kisses were becoming more demanding as she brought her other hand up to ruin his tidy hair. And fuck if he could control himself. 

In an instant, she was on her back along the couch with Jake on top of her. She let out a surprised giggle as her head came to rest on the cushion. "This okay?" he asked, kissing along her jaw. 

Jessica responded by spreading her thighs so he could settle against her, and Jake had to keep reminding himself that this was a marathon, not a sprint. But her body was warm and inviting, and she was so responsive to his touch. Every gasp from her lips had him pushing his hands a little further up her sides and sucking a little harder on her neck. 

"Jake," she moaned, rolling her hips up against him. 

"Fuck," he gasped, one hand sliding between her back and the couch as he pushed himself against her this time. Her lips were parted, and she was digging her fingers into his shoulders. Jake moaned when she wrapped one leg around his hip. Her shirt was pushed up almost to her tits, and he wanted to taste all of her skin. But she pulled him close for another kiss, and Jake knew he had to pump the brakes. 

He slowed it all down, easing his hand up to her back instead of her perfect ass. He let each kiss taper off until his lips were barely brushing hers. And then he felt her leg slide down from his hip as she took his hand and guided it further up her shirt until he was touching her bra. She chased his lips as he pulled away from her, and now she looked embarrassed.

"Jessica. Not a horny quickie on the couch. Not for our first time together."

"Okay. Right," she whispered, her fingers tracing along his neck. "Do you want to go to your bedroom?"

He kissed her cheek and said, "I think we should save it for another day."

As he slowly let his hand trail down her tummy, she turned her face toward the TV and laughed a little awkwardly. "Is it that obvious that it's been a long time for me? I'm sure that's not the case for you."

He didn't quite know what to say. "No, it's not obvious. And no, you're not wrong," he murmured, his brow creasing as he leaned closer for a soft kiss. Had it really just been two weeks ago that he brought someone home from the bar? "But it has actually been a very long time since someone mattered like you do. So the pacing is kind of important to me."

"You're sweet." A pretty smile touched her lips, and then he let himself kiss her belly before pulling her up so she was sitting and looking at him. Her hair was a little messy, and her glasses were crooked again, and Jake was suddenly afraid he was going to fuck this all up. She adjusted her glasses with the backs of her fingers and leaned in to kiss him one time. 

It really was halftime now, and Jake watched her stand and look through the stack of journals on the table. Her voice was still soft and breathless as she glanced at him and asked, "Where's the one with my phone number? I wanted to show you something in the article I wrote."

Jake wanted to laugh or maybe cry. This woman thought he was smart. Well, he knew he was smart, but nobody else ever seemed to care if he was. "It's in my bedroom."

"It's in your bedroom?"

"Yeah," he replied easily. "I'm keeping that one for sure. You can have the rest of the journals back, but not that one. I worked hard for that phone number."

She giggled. "You really did. And you did great. Can I get it out of your room?"

He thought he was going to respond by telling her yes, but instead he suddenly asked, "Are you seeing anyone else?"

Now her expression was surprised as she came to stand between his spread legs, and he looked up at her. "Are you asking me if I'm meeting other men at Chippy's and during my office hours?"

Jake nodded and swallowed hard as she bent at the waist and let her hands rest on his knees. "Yeah. I'm sure Chippy would be delighted to see you with someone else."

"No," she laughed. "I'm not seeing anyone else. Are you?"

"Absolutely not."

"Good." Her hands slid up to his thighs as she kissed him, which was doing nothing to help him get rid of the awkward half erection he was sporting. "Is it cool if I grab the journal from your room?"

"Yeah," he grunted. "You'll see it in there."

When he watched her walk away, he groaned and sprawled out on the couch. He needed to pull himself together, or she would definitely be taking someone else to Chippy's soon.

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To Jessica's immediate delight, she found the journal on Jake's nightstand. It was even folded open to the page with her article and phone number. She picked it up and headed back to the couch where he was sprawled out now with his head propped up on the pillow. Hot, needy sex had sounded delicious twenty minutes ago when he was grinding against her, but when she looked at him right now, she knew that's not what she needed. She'd had plenty of that in Brian's office and the backseat of his SUV. 

She didn't want to think about him. Not when Jake was reaching for her hand and pulling her down on top of him like she weighed nothing. He didn't even grunt or groan as she settled chest to chest with him. Her legs were tangled with his as he wrapped his arms around her, and she tried to keep the journal from getting smashed. 

"What do you want to talk about? I think I have the whole thing memorized," he said softly, keeping his attention on her even though the second half of the game was on. 

"I wanted to show you how I wrote about your Super Hornets," she said, unable to stop smiling now. 

"Yeah, I saw that. You know more about the damn things than I do, Dr. Reed."

She laughed. "I'm Dr. Reed again?"

"Jessica," he whispered in that drawl that made her heart clench as he rubbed her back. "You ever been up in one before? You wanna fly with me one day?"

She let the journal slide to the floor as she gaped at him. "Would I be allowed? I've always wanted to!"

He shrugged. "I can investigate it. Or I could always sneak you out onto the tarmac after dark so you can sit in the cockpit."

"That sounds scandalous."

"It would be," he confirmed with a smirk. "You could sit on my lap. I could show my throttle. Teach you how to use it."

Jessica felt warm as she kissed him, his hands heavy on her lower back. But it was sweet and intentional instead of rushed even though she was straddling his abs. She was always at least slightly turned on when she was around Jake, and she was starting to suspect he felt the same way. But his restraint was sexy. 

"I like this," she whispered between soft kisses as she ran the tip of her nose up along his. 

"Me too, Baby," he replied, and when she bit her lip and pulled away a few inches to smile, he looked like he was in awe. 

"What?" she asked. 

He shook his head. "I just can't believe you're into me."

She rolled her eyes. "You're handsome. Everyone is into you."

"That's not what I meant," he said with a laugh. "And you're obviously better than everyone else."

Jessica had to reel in her ridiculous grin as she threaded her fingers through his soft hair. "Hey, can I ask you something? And feel free to say no, because it's probably going to be really, very dumb, and I won't be upset if you don't want to go-"

"Yes."

She stared at him for a beat. "I didn't even ask it yet."

"I know. Whatever it is, I'm in."

Once again, he was making her feel warm inside. And he still hadn't looked at the game. "So you'll be my date for a posh fraternity fundraiser for alumni weekend?"

He pushed her hair back behind her ear and said, "I don't think posh and fraternity belong in the same sentence together, but yes. I'd love to be your date. Since we're exclusive now."

"Oh, that was smoothe Lieutenant." She found herself tracing the lettering on his shirt as her cheek came to rest on his shoulder.

"I thought so, too," he whispered. Then she dozed off on him. 

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Jake held Jessica while she slept, her breaths soft on his neck while he watched the end of the game. He should really get up and stir the chili, but he didn't want to disturb her. If dinner wasn't edible, he would just order a pizza instead. No big deal. 

She finally seemed fully comfortable with him. She was letting him hold her while she napped, and she wasn't shying away from the idea of them dating. He knew there was more to the picture with the way she made him work for it and the rumors Bradshaw's wife told him about. But she was so fucking sweet, Jake didn't care about what anyone else said. And it honestly turned him on when she made him earn his privileges with her. 

She moaned softly in her sleep and wrapped her arm around him. He was going to have to ask Bradshaw or his wife what to wear to a frat party. That's somewhere he never thought he'd be caught dead, but he found himself wanting to make Jessica happy. So exceptions could be made. 

Suddenly she popped up with both palms planted on his chest. "I can't believe I fell asleep," she mumbled, and Jake smiled at the mark on her face from where her glasses had been pressing. 

"You want dinner?" he asked as she sat up straddling his hips. Her shirt had slipped a bit, and he could see the strap of her bra. And honestly, this position was enough to get him going, the way her breasts were clearly pressed together inside her A&M tee. When she nodded, he scooped her up as he sat and then stood. 

She slid down his body with a little giggle, and soon they were both sitting on the stools at his kitchen island. He watched her dip a tortilla chip into her bowl of chili and take a bite. "This is so good," she gushed. "I don't know how to cook anything. You just put stuff in a crock pot? And it just cooks it into a meal?"

"Yep," he replied, trying not to laugh at the look on her face. Now he was thinking about buying her a crock pot. What the fuck was wrong with him? She took another bite and closed her eyes like it was the most pleasurable thing she'd ever tasted. "Baby, has nobody ever cooked for you before?"

"No," she moaned. "Unless you include my mom, and I only get to eat that for holidays. If I can manage to get back to Massachusetts."

He stroked her cheek with his fingers and said, "You want me to bring you dinner again this week? When you have office hours?"

She moaned again and climbed onto his lap to finish eating. Which turned into her straddling him again while he ran his hands all over her perfect ass again. And once again he could hardly believe he pumped the brakes so hard earlier, because eventually her lips were on his neck and her glasses were pressing into his jaw. 

"If you come by on Tuesday, I'll wear something cute to work," she informed him, and his head tipped back. 

"You always look cute."

"Then I'll wear something sexy."

Jake grunted. "Baby, you always look sexy." A few more brushes of her lips, and he found himself asking, "Do you want to spend the night?"

"Oh," she gasped, but she kissed his Adam's apple before pulling her lips away from him.

"We could cuddle. Make out," he clarified, meeting her eyes as she adjusted her glasses. "I could make you breakfast."

She bit her lip and then said, "See, this isn't fair. Now you know that the secret way to get me to do anything is with food. And I don't know what your secret is yet."

"Apparently it's girls with glasses."

Now she was laughing as she planted her hands on his shoulders. "I have a lot of work to do tomorrow at home. I need to start making up midterm exam questions."

"I could help you," he murmured, only half joking. "I solved your problem correctly the day we met, remember?"

"Jake, I will remember for the rest of my life how earnest you were the day we met."

He smiled, and he found his heart swelling with pride. "So you'll stay?"

"Next time," she whispered. "Next time I'll stay. And we can do more than cuddle and make out."

Jake pulled her a little closer with his hands still on her butt. "Yeah. Let's do that."

Eventually he packed up a container with the extra chili and linked his fingers with hers. He walked her to her car and kissed her until they were out of breath, and then he let her leave. But he missed her warmth and her hands on him. He ended up rereading her journal articles and looking up a recipe to make for Tuesday while he imagined just how sexy her outfit might be.

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They are exclusive. She ordered the green set. She's dressing sexy on Tuesday. I'm ready. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 8

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[manchestereyes]

I had kinda dipped out of the phandom during the was era (sorry) so I would to hear how that era led to them being so connected in this one

oh that is so valid, friend! 🧡 i kinda did too since it was announced right when i got my first full time job and suddenly i didn't have time to engage with phandom stuff anymore 😭 but things are a lot chiller now, so let's dive in! (under the cut because this is gonna be loooong--dnp please do not read if you happen to stumble across this!)

i think to get a full perspective on this journey, we really need to look at the full history of dan and phil. how they forged such a deep connection in 2009 and did whatever they could to be together. how they were blowing up more and more in the early 2010s and seeing more opportunities come from this youtube business. and how one youtube glitch could've ruined those opportunities forever.

i'm sure we all know by now how big of a deal the vday video was but if you don't... it was a huge deal. suddenly this very private piece of their lives was out in the open, long before either of them were ready to publicly address it. and it changed everything. yes, their love story was basically documented already, but they never expected those posts would be seen by millions of people one day, potentially even by people who could give them jobs. so they shut down. they insisted they were separate people and made completely different videos while also showing us the family sized box of shreddies they'd bought for the two of them.

and this is where wad comes in. yes i know i'm jumping really far into the future here, but hear me out--in a way, i believe wad is directly connected to everything that went down in 2012. see, phil's told us that he's always been happy doing amazingphil and dan and phil things. but dan's different.

SPECULATION TIME -- IF YOU ARE DAN AND PHIL, PLEASE CLICK AWAY NOW. THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING.

dan grew up desperate for validation from parents who never had time for him and from peers who constantly bullied him. he's always had a voice in the back of his head telling him he's not good enough, and even when phil tells him his videos are great, he still wants them to appeal to all the people who dismissed him growing up. he wants to be his full self, yet he's also terrified of acknowledging that he could be the very thing he was tormented for. meanwhile, phil (as far as i can tell) had that validation growing up. his parents were older and had more money and therefore, more energy to devote to phil and martyn. phil's always been super close with his whole family, whereas dan (from what we know) has only ever been close with his nana and popsie, and now with his mum too. phil had a whole group of friends growing up, whereas dan flitted from group to group, never quite fitting in, and even had no friends for a while. this is why he developed the cynical, sarcastic persona he's worn for so long. it was his battle armor. every time he'd shown his real self growing up, he'd been rejected. but once he saw how lovely we all are, that battle armor was quickly becoming restricting. but he'd spent so long wearing it that now dan didn't know who he was now.

so we got the hiatus, while dan worked out who he was and how he wanted to present himself and threw himself into different projects that did and didn't see the light (rip dinok our strongest soldier 💔)--one of those projects being wad. suddenly dan, theatre kid extraordinaire, who'd spent two tours working with his favorite person onstage, was now facing the prospect of carrying an entire stage show on his own. on one hand, that was terrifying as fuck, but on the other, it was a culmination of all the work dan had done on himself. and he did it. he spent months physically apart from phil only to find that we loved him for who he is. and that was deeply healing for him.

however, being apart for several months was SO hard on him and phil. phil said he was having a lot of trouble with his migraines around that time and i have to wonder if that could have partly been from the stress of not having dan around for long periods of time. and we know dan had plenty of crises on the road that he frantically texted phil about--enough to have him credited as "remote crisis manager" in the wad recording. and that's the thing, isn't it? i think dan especially needed that time apart to realize that he and phil are truly magical together. and with all the pressure he puts on himself for solo content, he knew it would take a herculean effort to put anything out on his main channel. but phil's been working with a really cool editor for his main channel. and the gaming channel has never had that content threshold.

so they finally both dropped the masks (for the most part) and dove into this new version of dan and phil that emphasizes their connection. because it's okay for them to be this close now. they've already worked with some hugely powerful people (and been accepted by their families) and now all they need is us. and we've not only accepted them for it, we've celebrated it--all the way to the finals of the rpf tourney. and i think that acceptance means more to dnp than we will ever know.

tl;dr: dan and phil had to be apart for a while to see just how much they needed each other. and now that they've experienced that, they know they can never let each other go--and that their connection is just as special to us as it is to them, so there's no harm in showing it off every chance they get.

[jestersfinaljest]

Could you write for the wonderful, amazing, beautiful, silly Ace Trappola? Like him falling in love with a male reader who isn’t the prefect and is just a normal student and is totally in denial that he’s gay? (Sorry if that doesn’t make sense)

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‘Okay, I’m man enough to admit when a guy is pretty, I mean, Pomefiore guys have some pretty guys, I am confident in my sexuality to admit that!’ Is what Ace kept telling himself. He had quite literally bumped into a student, just a student from another dorm, just a normal student. A totally normal student who had made his heart pound in his chest. Ever since that encounter, Ace has been out of it, making up excuses in his head, saying things to himself like, “I’m not gay, I can’t be.” or “My heart was beating like that for different reasons!” But deep down, he knew he couldn’t deny it.

The student he had bumped into had very little thoughts about the ‘incident’, sure he thought about it a couple of times, seeing the ginger’s flushed face before he ran off, leaving him slightly confused with a newfound liking. He just stood there after the ginger ran away, questioning a little bit, but nothing he wouldn’t lose sleep over.

Ace, on the other hand, lost tons of sleep, waking up from dreams of kissing or cuddling with the student. 'I don't even know his name! And now I'm having dreams about him??? This is crazy, this didn't even happen with my girlfriend in middle school!!' The more he kept denying that he may have a thing for the student he bumped into, the more the student was on his mind. He had seen him around NRC, just peacefully walking around or chatting with a friend, and every time he did he made a beeline to the opposite direction of him. Now come on, Ace thought he did a good job keeping his little problem under wraps, but it's Ace we're talking about. The ginger got distracted during so many basketball practices that it got the attention of Jamil and Floyd. They didn't bring it up, yet, but time will tell when they would. Deuce and the Prefect had brought it up though.

"I'm just saying, you seem to be pretty distracted lately, we're just concerned is all." The Prefect had told him, Deuce standing next to them nodding full heartily. "Yeah, so what's got you like this? It's weird hanging out with you when you're not so loud and annoying." His arms were crossed over his chest, continuously nodding like he was only saying good things. Grim was too distracted with eating a can of tuna Prefect had bought him from Sam's store to even care what the topic of the conversation was about.

"I'm fine! It's just.." Ace felt hesitant to tell them about the feelings he had so desperately wanted to leave. He wasn't sure how they'd take it, I mean, in an all-boys school? What if they get disgusted by him and think he's weird or gross? These are concerns he'd never think he'd have to think about. "I think I might like the guy I bumped into a week ago, okay??! And I've been stressing with these feelings because I just can't be gay, can I??" Ace felt a weight being lifted off his heart, and then a heavier one dropped down. His heart pounded with anxiety and fear at their reaction.

"Well, why not? Being gay is normal. It's not necessarily a bad thing, you know." Prefect had said something first, shrugging their shoulders. "There's probably a lot of gay people in NRC, I already have a couple of suspicions..." They trailed off, looking away to the side. Deuce, once again, nodded in agreement before stopping himself. "Yeah, that's right--What, uhh, no. Not that last part, uhm, anyway...What me and Prefect mean is that we don't mind who you like because, at the end of the day, you're still our friend!"

A truly lovely and heartwarming scene for Ace, who was given love, support, and confidence to talk to the student! After sorting out his feelings and emotions, he went out and walked around campus for a bit, searching for the student. Around ten minutes passed and he finally found him, sitting on a bench in the courtyard, on his phone. He summoned all of his courage and sat down next to him, his leg starting to bounce out of nervousness. The student had heard someone sit next to him, and by Seven, did Ace feel something when the student clearly brightened up seeing his face.

"Oh, hey! It's you, the guy who bumped into me and then ran away!" He chuckled lightly and turned his head to face Ace, who was feeling extremely jittery and suddenly a bit aware. "Ah, yeah, uhm, I'm sorry about that...I just wanted to apologize for that. I'm Ace Trappola, freshman." The student nodded, "Apologize accepted. [Name]'s the name, also freshmen." Ace felt his heart skip a beat, he finally knew his name. They both stayed silent for a while, too awkward to say anything, maybe.

After a moment or two, one of them finally spoke up, neither of them knew who said it at the time, but one of the two knuckleheads blurted out,

"I think you're pretty cute...!"

Cue matching red faces and a pair of freshmen with no clue what to do now.

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a/n: i am so sorry if this is not what you wanted, i usually work better when i have thorough details, since i always want to give the reader exactly what they want so...but thank you for requesting!! this is my first time writing for someone who isnt a friend.

[aladaylessecondblog]

Red Mountain Waffle House, pt. 10

Author's Note: nsft later on in the chapter

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It had started raining pretty much the instant they got to Suran, and Jolene was quick to drag her into the nearest building - which, as it happened, was some sort of tourist directory building. He bought a large umbrella, then turned to her and said, "The closest things are all going to be casinos...we could see some sort of sleight of hand show, or perhaps if my ongoing seats are available at the theater--"

"You have reserved theater seats? Isn't that expensive?"

"Oh, it's not that much," Jolene waved a hand absently, and gave an impish grin. "It helps to know people."

They went back out, and as Sadara was still hesitant to name something to do, they ducked into the first casino, themed in early Imperial.

"Slot machines are mindless. Good for thinking..."

"And losing your ass." She laughed. "I've never even been in a place this nice before."

But he DID turn out to be right. A handful of drakes netted her a couple hundred more as she sat 'thinking', and she decided to quit after that little victory in search of something else.

(And before she lost what she'd won.)

"Are you hungry?" she said, once they went back out, "I could--"

"No, no, I am the one who offered, you keep your money. What did you decide on?"

Not for the first or last time did Sadara wonder why Jolene was this well spoken. She thought - the assumptions I made, just based on what he looked like! How many stories have I read warning about this? And yet I kept doing it?

"Perhaps first we find our own entertainment...or that theater thing you mentioned...provided the show's not too bleak, I can't stand a sad ending," Sadara said, "If I wanted to hear what sad endings sound like I can just talk to my neighbors...or the rat in the wall."

"The...rat in the wall." Jolene's tone was the driest thing in the city. "You have a rat, singular, in your wall?"

"Yeah...he's more like a building-wide pet. Like a mascot or something." she shrugged. "We feed him garbage and he eats other pest animals...sleeps in our hall closet. Fat little bastard, but cute, he knows us."

Jolene either didn't hear, or was pretending not to hear, that part, because he didn't give a response. Instead, he took her by the hand and lead her down the street towards a large theater whose sign was bright enough she couldn't quite make out much beyond that there were four letters on it.

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Sadara was sobbing by the end of the show, and still sniffling by the time they left the theater.

"Are you--alright?" Jolene questioned, "I didn't think you'd react to it that way."

"H-how could I not, everyone hated her! And then...and then she sang about how she used to be...to beautiful, and...and...they picked her, and she was happy..." She'd seen bits and pieces of Cats but never seen the whole thing front to back and had NEVER heard Memory before.

It reminded her of growing up broke, seeing the looks from her 'betters.' How she had done what she'd seen the Grizabella on stage do - kept her head high despite the insults.

"I'm fine," she said, when he asked again, "It's just...I know what it's like to...anyway, I'm sorry I ruined it for you."

"You didn't ruin anything. Ah...maybe we should try something else..." he looked about as they walked down the street, her clinging to his arm as she continued to wipe stray tears away. Overhead the rain went on, but they were guarded this time by the umbrella

"I enjoyed it. Really, I did," she finally said, "I've never been to live theater, that was...that was magical."

Finally she understood what the fuss was all about regarding seeing a live performance. And she was pretty sure the Altmer lady in the front row who'd danced with one of the cast members understood it even better.

(She would later remember how attentive Jolene was, how much he'd seemed to revel in her new reaction to everything. At the moment all she could do was either gush or cry)

She gave a laugh. "Maybe we should get something to eat? Give the rain time to stop?"

There was a nervous laugh, but Jolene agreed. Their next stop was some restaurant themed like ancient Akavir, the food of which Sadara didn't especially like. The booze, however, was excellent, though she tried not to drink too much of it. Strong stuff, she thought, far too strong. Jolene drank half the bottle, but it didn't seem to much affect him.

"Luckily, I have a high tolerance." He gave her a grin when she asked. "Let us say there are those in my family in the business of producing alcohol...and they are quite free with samples."

"A refined palate, as the snobs would say?"

"Something like that."

There was a chuckle then, from which of them she wasn't quite sure. The buzz of alcohol had her feeling giggly, so in the end she'd decide it was probably her to do it.

When they left she kept close to him, again under the umbrella.

"This damned rain," she said, "I swear, no matter where we go...it's like it's following us."

It was strange, really. Something in the back of her head told her 'maybe you ought to think about this a little more' but was just as quickly washed away.

If Dagoth Ur would go to random restaurants in the Red Mountain region it wasn't out of the way to think he'd go here too. He was probably in some casino or the other, drumming up followers from people who'd run out of money. At least - if she was him, that's probably what she would have done.

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The rest of the night was fuzzy, save for one part. When she'd planted a kiss on Jolene's lips in some bar or the other, and whispered in his ear if he'd like to enjoy things more privately, he'd leaped right into action.

A room was arranged--there were hotels everywhere--and despite how eager Sadara was to climb Mt. Jolene he insisted on showering first. Fine, she thought. A couple bathrobes were available, and with a lingering mischievousness she stripped before putting on hers and glancing out the window at the glittering city lights.

She could feel Nerevar, somewhere in the back of her mind, eager, ready - well, he had been without, and he'd been good. If nothing else he'd get a little reward for keeping up his end of the bargain tonight.

Tease him, Nerevar thought, as if her thinking his name had summoned him. Men like him like it.

What did I tell you about staying quiet?

I just wanted to help you out.

Well...thanks, but I don't think it'll be necessary. I'm not trying to be mean but if you don't stay quiet it's going to be VERY hard for me to get this going.

My lips are sealed, Nerevar replied. No matter how hard it's going to be to stay silent.

She gave a little laugh, and tensed only slightly when she heard Jolene speak from somewhere behind her, "Something funny?"

Sadara turned, and was greeted by a sight that was both funny and alluring. Jolene was seated on the edge of the bed, with his wet hair soaking his robe and a large bandage prominently displayed on his forehead.

"What--what happened?" she asked. "Are you alright?"

"A--minor fall."

"Should I heal it? I know a minor--"

"No, no, it's not necessary. It's fine," Jolene waved a hand dismissively, "I--ah--was grabbing a towel when I leaned over and cut my forehead on the hook on the back of the--"

She pulled loose the knot in her robe, and felt the amusement rising further, as he started to trip over his words. He could see nothing important yet, but he could see enough to know she was bare beneath the robe. The valley between her breasts, a little of her belly...

It was a treat to watch his eyes travel down as he struggled for words.

"--of the--ah--"

"I think it would benefit us both to stop talking right now," she said, "Unless you've changed your mind."

"Why in oblivion would I do that?" Jolene sputtered. He seemed to get squirmy as she stepped closer.

"Has it been a while?"

"You--have no idea." He tensed up when she moved up and straddled him. "And you?"

"Does it matter?" Sadara laughed, and shrugged slightly, so the robe shifted down and exposed her shoulders. Then she gave a slight giggle in his ear, and tugged at the knot of his own robe. "Would it make you want me less?"

"Not a bit."

The knot undone, Sadara gave what she hoped looked like a cheeky grin, and lay a hand on his chest. Then, as she planted a kiss or two on his neck, she let her hand drift slowly downward.

His abs were a work of art, and she couldn't help but admire them, limited in the view as she was being this close. He didn't look bulky enough to have abs this hard, but--another reminder not to judge by outward appearance.

"Like what you see?" he asked in a low tone.

She didn't answer - with words, anyway. She met Jolene's eyes and kept her gaze locked there as her hand brushed against and then closed around his cock.

Then she kissed him, and started to stroke. He was already half-hard, and it didn't take long at all for her to finish the job.

He tasted of wine, mainly, but also oddly enough of ash, of cinnamon, of--

Home.

The kiss was shallow but went on until she had to part with him to breathe. She'd kept stroking, and a glance up at his eyes again showed her the desperation he was feeling. He was ready, he was eager.

The poor man was putty in her hands and she had to resist the urge to laugh. So Nerevar was right.

"Maybe," she started, tightening her grip just slightly as she stroked his cock, "Maybe I should just finish you this way? It doesn't seem like it's going to take you very long. I could get on my knees if you'd prefer."

"No--" Jolene choked out, "--don't. I'd rather--"

"You'd rather get inside me?" Sadara asked. "You'd better show me, then. Show me what you want."

There was a definite blush on his face, but she saw it only for a moment. The next those large hands were pressing her robe back, baring her entirely, and the one after that his hands were on her hips. He moved her up--growled, when he found her wet, then thrust upward and into her.

"Oh--fuck--"

He was big enough, but there was something else--maybe that it had just been too long--that made that first thrust feel even better. Sinking down, being spread around that cock, it was wonderful.

And then without letting her take the lead, Jolene started to buck beneath her and all outside thought came to an end.

"Fuck," she moaned again, "It's not going anywhere, you don't have to go so hard."

"Am I too much for you?" It was Jolene's turn to tease. "Are you...overwhelmed? Should I--"

"If you stop I'm going to kill you," she groaned, and lifted both hands to his shoulders.

It was almost like a battle--his trying to finish her from below, thrusting upward; while she rolled her hips downward and tried to see if she could silence him from sheer eagerness.

A groan by her ear. He turned her head, nipped at her neck once, twice, and then a third time, wrapped both arms around her and buried his face in her neck.

Gods above...gods...I can feel it too...this is EVERYTHING I ever DREAMED about--

"Not now, Nerevar." Sadara mumbled.

Jolene didn't stop, but he lifted his head, and hope that he hadn't heard her was dashed.

"What did you say?"

"I..." she looked away, "I...hear a voice now and then..."

A pause.

"He's enjoying this too."

"Really, now..." Jolene's interest, far from being put off, appeared to be piqued. He moved a little more swiftly, thrust a little more deeply. "...I'm glad to hear that."

"Harder--fuck--" Sadara's request was instantly complied with, and the stab of pleasure was deep enough she went nearly limp in his arms.

His face was back in her neck, and he was mumbling things. Things she didn't hear, figured she didn't need to hear.

The buildup, the knot coiling in her gut, was closer and closer every second. She almost wanted the wait to never end - but was eager for it to, eager to feel that bolt of pleasure wash through her.

And then, unexpectedly, it did. One moment she was on that plateau, that anticipation's edge, and the next she was plummeting, then drowning in pleasure. She practically screamed out, and spasmed around him--but didn't fall, so tightly was Jolene holding to her.

His own end was marked not only by the pulse and the warmth that followed, but also by a sudden gasp in her ear, a clench of his thighs and then a relaxation.

"Fuck." She swore one last time, and rested against him, utterly satisfied. "Gods...that was..."

Jolene wasn't talking, and she decided to go along with it. It was nice to fuck someone that actually WANTED to cuddle afterwards.

And before they went back out again, he'd want to bed her again.

This time, with her on her back.

[bafflement]

Deaged Oz AU - A Rather Delayed Meeting Part II

[Apologies for the wait on the part II of this.]

Glynda stormed down a corridor towards one of the private rooms that had been put aside for the use of those of them from Beacon. Glancing behind her to check Ozpin was following, she growled to herself. Would it have been so hard for him to tell those who loved him that he was still alive? But then... this was Oz, after all. Maybe he'd believed that they wouldn't care? They were his friends, though... had he truly thought they wouldn't have mourned him? She was almost glad she was so angry, or she might be crying over this. She had missed him, so much. The others had, too.

Getting to the room, she turned and gestured towards the little boy that was still somehow her best friend, raising an eyebrow as Oz hesitated before entering. Winter followed him in, which was, well, certainly an interesting development. She stared at the other woman imperiously, but Winter returned her gaze evenly.

"I assume you're here to guard him from something?"

"In a way." Winter admitted. *It is rather more complicated than that, however. It isn't my secret, though."

"Ozpin? Explain. And do you trust Miss Schnee enough to stay in the room? Some of what we need to discuss is highly sensitive, after all." Glynda was proud that her voice was so even, considering the circumstances, but... brothers, he was so small like this, so young.

"Salem happened." Oz said, flatly. "She has already snatched me once, I would rather not give her a second attempt. But yes, I trust Winter, James told her more than either of us knew at the time, but the more people who know at this point, the better." His face was drawn and pale and he leant against the wall heavily. Glynda sighed and gestured to one of the chairs, Oz taking it in obvious relief.

"Well, that's certainly a change in attitude. What bought that on, exactly?"

"People know about Salem. But they don't know about the rest of it yet and... they probably have to. It is difficult to talk about secrets that have been held for millennia, but... if we don't tell them, then we just hand Salem more of an advantage than ever." He sounded conflicted, but resolute and Glynda nodded. There was never any reasoning with Ozpin in this sort of mood, but at least this time he may have more justification than usual.

She glanced from Ozpin to Winter, curiously. Stood together like that, they almost looked as though... no, no surely not. Surely someone would have seen it before now? But she'd heard the rumors that James had located at least one of that set of kidnapping victims... and it being Oz would make a certain amount of sense. Something of her thoughts must have shown on her face, because Oz sighed again, looking briefly apologetic.

"Yes, Glynda. As far as we can work out, I'm exactly who you think I am." Winter looked lost for a second, before staring at Glynda with a new respect. She hadn't expected anyone to put things together quite that quickly, though the fact that Atlas' council was aware was enough to realise that, sooner or later, she would have been informed.

"You're Winter Schnee." Her voice was flat, but she sounded more accepting than shocked at this point. "Because of course you are, this wasn't bad enough already. You two? Stay here, I have some people who will want to talk to you. And Oz? If you ever pull anything like this again, I'll skin you myself!"

Glynda left the room, moving far enough down the corridor to be in relative privacy before she screamed in frustration. Ozpin had always acted a little like a child, though... the fact that he actually was one, now? Well, then.

She ran into Theodore quickly enough, after that. He knew her well enough to know her voice, after all, though from the raised eyebrow he shot her he hadn't been expecting the scream. His gloves sparked slightly, mute testimony to the fact that he had come prepared to fight anything that would make Glynda scream like that.

"Ah, the beautiful Glynda. I would enquire as to your day thus far, but from your scream, I assume something has frustrated you. Were your students being overly tiresome again, my dear?"

"No more than usual. I need to borrow you for an hour or two, though. There's someone you really need to meet. Speaking of, do you have any idea where Peter and Barty are? They'll need to be in on this, too."

Theodore's eyebrow remained raised as he looked at her, enquiringly. That was certainly an interesting grouping, after all.

"Care to elaborate, my dear?"

"Not really, no. You'll know when you meet them." The frustration in her voice, however, sounded far too similar to the way she occasionally spoke of a certain mutual friend to be coincidence, and Theodore brightened considerably.

"Ah, good. So he's reincarnated already?"

"Yes and no. As said, you'll know when you see them. Things are about to get very, very complicated. Again, where are the other two?"

"Ah yes, last I saw them, they were in the library, discussing Grimm. I do believe dear Peter scared several of my students away, which is a great pity since his stories are always so very entertaining, don't you think?"

"Not always, no. Care to accompany me to retrieve them? We'll deal with the other... issue then."

"Now Glynda, I admit it might not have been very nice of him not to tell us he's back already, but under the circumstances, won't you cut him a little slack? It isn't his fault he died, after all. What's his name this time, anyway?"

"You... Theodore, you don't really want to know. As said, we'll discuss it between all five of us when we've retrieved the others."

"Five? This seems more and more intriguing by the second..."

Getting the other two to follow her back to the room where she'd placed Ozpin wasn't hard. They seemed intrigued to meet someone who had obviously angered Glynda to this extent, after all it was a vanishingly rare sight. Oobleck seemed to be counting on his fingers as they walked though, a worried expression on his face.

"Salem, maidens.. wizard? Maybe... the maidens are real, the witch is real. Fairytales are tales, history is supposed to be the only thing that's real." He'd been doing that a lot since the news of Salem had broken, though and the others were almost used to it. He'd be getting answers soon enough, after all.

She nodded towards the room and the men entered, staring at the occupants in shock. Winter Schnee was stood against one wall, smiling gently at the little boy in one of the chairs, whose hands seemed to be trembling slightly. He held an instantly familiar cane in one hand, though, hair silvery and just as familiar as the cane.

Oobleck swore. Well then, that was hopefully not going to set the tone for the meeting, or anything...

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Let's (re)Read The Eye of the World! Chapter 35: Caemlyn

If you don't like spoilers, don't read this! Not just spoilers for the book (it has 53 chapters and a prologue), but spoilers for the whole series (it has fourteen prologues). Block the tags I'm using that have "spoilers" in them, go read the books, whatever. Just don't read this post.

This new chapter brings us a new chapter icon - the Lion of Andor. It's gonna be with us for all our Andor-related stuff, a term which here has jack shit to do with the Two Rivers because they're not really Andor! It does have to do with Caemlyn though, and the Trakands!

And the wall itself. The sheer, fifty-foot height of pale gray stone, streaked with silver and white, swept out in a great circle, curving to north and south till he wondered how far it must run. All along its length towers rose, round and standing high above the wall’s own height, red-and-white banners whipping in the wind atop each one. From inside the wall other towers peeked out, slender towers even taller than those at the walls, and domes gleaming white and gold in the sun.

This place would have just been a beautiful setting for the Last Battle, just saying. And absolutely tragic too, with the wall meant to keep things out probably being too effective at pinning people in.

“How can they find us among so many? Can’t you see it, you wool-headed idiot? We’re safe, if you ever learn to watch your bloody tongue!”

Rand is absolutely Done with Mat's shit and I'm glad, as now that he's done nursing Rand to health he will be spending as much time as possible being miserable to be around. Just gotta power through it.

Just as if they had no idea that there had been no spring yet this year and might be none. They did not see, Rand realized, could not or would not. Their eyes slid away from leafless branches, and they walked across the dead and dying grass without once looking down. What they did not see, they could ignore; what they did not see was not really there.

One of the benefits of forcing the countryside to grow food for your continued survival is that you can ignore it when the fields are shitty.

“I don’t know what he wants,” Rand said. “We’ve never seen him before.” It might even be the truth; he could not tell one Fade from another.

Rand's got them Aes Sedai lies down and he ain't even among them.

He did not know if Mat remembered what Thom had said about the Red Ajah—and the Black—but he surely did.

You were having a fever dream, Rand, so Mat can't remember it by definition. You know Thom doesn't like the Red Ajahs, he growled at their being mentioned, but he never actually mentioned the term except to say that you couldn't tell the difference between Ajahs because you're a country bumpkin.

I want to go home. Laugh if you want; I don’t care. What I wouldn’t give to have my mother blessing me out for something right now. It’s like weights on my brain; hot weights. Strangers all around, and no way to tell who to trust, if I can trust anybody. Light, the Two Rivers is so far away it might as well be on the other side of the world. We’re alone, and we’ll never get home. We’re going to die, Rand.

The sad thing is, he's right. They don't go home until after they die, if they do at all. I rather hope Mat never goes home, considering what he'd bring with him.

There were women with veils across their faces, women in stiff dresses as wide as the wearer was tall, women in dresses that left more skin bare than any tavernmaid he had seen.

I'm pretty sure that the emphasis on what women is wearing is Jordan being Jordan again, but since Rand is an 18 year old boy surrounded by more people than he's ever seen in his life before, it's not unrealistic. I do wonder what the dudes were wearing all the same.

A good many shops were fronted with tables displaying the cloth and cord, and Rand stopped at one. The red cloth was cheaper than the white, though he could see no difference apart from the color, so he bought that and the white cord to go with it, despite Mat’s complaints about how little money they had left.

Fascinating how the little coincidences add up in ways that don't even feel like plot armor. It's not even ta'veren helping him out exactly because it's not reality warping around him and shifting things in his wake, it's just that circumstances have built over the weeks in such a way that the only course of action he might pursue is the one that gets him where he needs to be.

The innkeeper was fat, he was pleased to see, a pink-faced man in a starched white apron, with graying hair combed back over a bald spot that it did not quite cover. His sharp eye took them in from head to toe, dusty clothes and bundles and worn boots, but he had a ready, pleasant smile, too. Basel Gill was his name.

Master Gill! He's one of those minor players who I really like a lot as we see his life go crazy from the world-shattering events play out around him. I hope he gets a nice new home in the rebuilt Caemlyn when all is said and done, he deserves a happy ending and kinda falls to the wayside in the last book.

Master Gill did not take his eyes off Rand. “Aye, I recognize it. I saw him play it often enough, and there’s not likely two like that outside a royal court.” The pleasant smiles were gone, and his sharp eyes were suddenly as sharp as a knife. “How did you come by it? Thom would part with his arm as soon as that flute.” ... “I’ll believe he’s dead,” the innkeeper said slowly, “when I see his corpse.”

He's smart and reasonably suspicious too. Can I marry him?

Master Gill chuckled dryly. “I know the man, that’s what. He’d jump into that kind of trouble, especially to help a couple of lads about the age of you. . . .” The reminiscence in his eyes flickered out, and he stood up straight with a chary look. “Now . . . ah . . . I’m not making any accusations, mind, but . . . ah . . . I take it neither of you can . . . ah . . . what I’m getting at is . . . ah . . . what exactly is the nature of your trouble with Tar Valon, if you don’t mind my asking?”

"Pinky promise you can't peel off my skin into a skein of yarn with your mind?"

And then Rand lies to him. I mean sure, he's so in denial that he doesn't get that he's lying, but it's the principal of the thing. Thank goodness Rand didn't make a habit of burning down inns.

Mat snorted. “For all I care, the ravens can take every Aes Sedai straight to Shayol Ghul!” “Watch your tongue,” Master Gill snapped.

I'd like to spend more time analyzing Gill's assessment of the current political situation of the city, what with the guards and the Whitecloaks each exacerbating the tense situation and helping build things to a powderkeg while a False Dragon is being paraded for the public to assure them that the status is very quo even though it's clear that it's not and people are going to start starving if something doesn't change in the weather or get slaughtered by another false Dragon if something doesn't change in the rate of saidin-channeling assholes, but I love him too much to do anything except say: <3

He wasn’t always a gleeman, you know, wandering from village to village and sleeping under a hedge as often as not. There was a time Thom Merrilin was Courtbard right here in Caemlyn, and known in every royal court from Tear to Maradon.

If I'm not mistaken, Thom did tell the boys he used to have more prestige than Gleeman. Not sure they had any cause to believe him though.

But Morgase was a young widow, and Thom was in his prime, then, and the Queen can do as she wishes is the way I look at it.

Feminism win: In this world, female monarchs can have sex with the man who killed her husband and the commonfolk just look the other way! About time Jordan made a change like this. Also note that Elayne was between two and four when this went down, so her vague memories aren't just plot contrivance but actually about what you'd expect, psychologically.

The other thing you can expect is that I'm done at the end of a chapter, so I'll see you next time for another Rand chapter. More importantly, it's a Loial chapter! Book's finally getting good, folks.

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a story as endless as the ocean

the sea of monsters

0.1 nightmare blunt rotation

warnings : monster attack, allie gets injured, cussing

word count : 3.6k

0.1 As Ke$ha Once Said, "I Am Cannibal" Except I'm Not the Cannibal, I Just Get Attacked By Some

My nightmare started like this:

I was standing on a deserted street in some little beach town. It was the middle of the night. A storm was blowing. Wind and rain ripped at the palm trees along the sidewalk. Pink and yellow stucco buildings lined the street, their windows boarded up. A block away, past a line of hibiscus bushes, the ocean churned.

Florida, I thought. Though I wasn't sure how I knew that. I'd only been to Florida a few times, and I knew I'd never been there. Miami, Jacksonville, Tallahassee, Key West, Tampa Bay, and Orlando were the only places I'd ever been to. Most of which happened on the same road trip. This was none of those places.

Then I heard hooves clattering against the pavement. I turned and saw my friend Grover running for his life. I was instantly worried, because I hadn't seen him since last July, when he set off alone on a dangerous quest, a quest that no satyr had ever returned from.

Anyway, in my dream, Grover was running as fast as he could, holding his human shoes in his hands the way he only does when he needs to move fast. He clopped past the little tourist shops and surfboard rental places. The wind bent the palm trees almost to the ground.

I could tell that Grover was terrified of something behind him. He must have just come from the beach. Wet sand was caked in his fur. He'd escaped from somewhere. He was trying to get away from... something.

A bone-rattling growl cut through the storm. Behind Grover, at the far end of the block, a shadowy figure loomed. It swatted aside a street lamp, which burst in a shower of sparks.

Grover stumbled, whimpering in fear. "Have to get away," he muttered urgently to himself. "Have to warn them!"

I couldn't see what was chasing him, but I could hear it muttering and cursing. The ground shook as it got closer. Grover dashed around a street corner and faltered. He'd run straight into a dead-end courtyard full of shops. No time to back up. The nearest door had been blown open by the storm.

The sign above the darkened display window read: ST. AUGUSTINE BRIDAL BOUTIQUE. Grover dashed inside and dove behind a rack of wedding dresses.

The monster's shadow passed in front of the shop. I could smell the thing— a sickening combination of wet sheep wool and rotten meat and that weird sour body odor only monsters have, utterly indescribable and disgusting.

Grover trembled behind the wedding dresses. The monster's shadow passed on.

Silence except for the rain. Grover took a deep breath. Maybe the thing was gone?

Then lightning flashed. The entire front of the store exploded, and a monstrous voice bellowed: "MIIIIINE!"

I sat bolt upright, shivering in my bed.

There was no storm. No monster.

The sun wasn't even in the sky yet. It was only five. My Upper West Side penthouse, the one I'd bought for when I was in the city for school, seemed to know me well, because the heat kicked on. 

"Good morning, Miss Jackson," Nate said from behind my door. "Do you need anything? I could've sworn I heard you scream?"

Or maybe it was just the man I paid to be my PA. 

"No, it's fine. Just a nightmare. I'll... be fine," I replied as he walked in. "Could you go get me some pancakes and bacon from that diner across the street, please? I'm going to get ready to go back to East Hampton for a few days. Though you don't have to leave now— I won't be here for a little bit. I'm feeling up for a morning jog."

"Of course, Miss Jackson."

"Thank you," I muttered as he walked out. I could still hear the New York traffic from 44 floors up. After a few seconds, I finally forced myself to get up. I hated lying to everyone, especially considering everything they did for me, but I had to. 

I thought I saw a shadow flicker across the glass-window-wall that spanned part of my balcony— a humanlike shape. But I blinked and the shadow at the door disappeared.

It must've been my imagination. Despite that, I stood and opened the balcony door to step outside briefly. I walked all the way over to the railing, confirming the whole way that I was alone— leaning over the side slightly once I got there, staring out at Central Park. Once I had assured myself that I was, in fact, imagining the shadow, I walked back in and pulled the door firmly closed and locked it. Just in case. Then I decided to actually get changed and pack my stuff. 

I tried not to think about my nightmare or monsters or the shadow at my balcony, focusing instead on the rhythmic actions involved in packing. I liked it, most of the time. There were never any threats of dying when I was packing my own clothes. 

Despite my best intentions, however, Grover's words insisted on echoing in my thoughts. Have to get away. Have to warn them!

What had he meant? Who did he have to warn? Did he mean the camp?

I made a three-fingered claw over my heart and pushed outward— an ancient gesture Grover had once taught me for warding off evil.

If it were a year ago, I would've been able to convince myself that the dream couldn't have been real. But that was before learning of my heritage. Before learning about a half-blood's ability to see the past and the present in their sleep. What if I had dreamed about something that was happening to Grover right now? What if one of my best friends was in mortal danger, and I was in a stupid-expensive Upper West Side apartment that used to belong to some random billionaire, packing clothes into a Louis Vuitton suitcase?

I bit my lip and added a few new lipsticks I'd gotten for Silena, Nessa, and the rest of the Aphrodite cabin.

Then, there was the message I had received last night from Chiron, telling me there were problems at Camp and I should delay my return for a while. It all added up to a lethal picture, and I would've put money on Annabeth and Cody's involvement.

Once I got a majority of my stuff for Camp packed, I walked out of my apartment and met the Manhattan sunrise and busy streets. I didn't always do it, but that day I felt like I needed to. Running on the streets of New York City was never a good idea, mostly because people gave you dirty looks if you got close to them, but I hated running the roads of East Hampton, so that was my best option when I wasn't at Camp. I put on my AirPods Maxes, turned on my music, and let myself fall into a rhythm.

I only ran a few blocks and was making my way back to my apartment when I ran into someone. 

"Oh, my god—" I had to stop myself from saying 'gods'— a habit I picked up over the past few months. "I'm so sorry!"

"Ah, it's alright," the man said. 

I bent down to pick up a few of the packages he dropped. "Here you go. Again, I'm really sorry," I said and finally looked at his face. I almost had to do a double-take because of his resemblance to Luke. 

I swear to every god that people believe in, if this is Hermes, I'm going to pitch myself off of my balcony. 

"Hey, it's no big deal. See you around."

I hoped he didn't mean literally. 

I finished my run and made my way back to my apartment and back to my room where I continued to pack my suitcase and change out of my running clothes. My thoughts wandered back to Grover and Camp Half-Blood and none of them were nice concepts.

I was broken from my increasingly grim solitude by Tyson entering the room.

Tyson was the reason I had been spending as much time as I had out in the mortal world. I'd say I had extra studying to do, but in reality, I was taking care of him. See, I wasn't exactly sure how to admit to everyone at Camp Half-Blood that I'd been letting a Cyclops stay in my penthouse.

Honestly, though, if it wasn't for the fact that he only had one big brown eye, right in the center of his forehead, you'd never know that he was a monster.

He was six-foot-three and built like the Abominable Snowman, but he cried a lot and was scared of just about everything, including his own reflection. His face was kind of misshapen and brutal-looking, with crooked teeth. His voice was deep, but he talked funny, like a much younger kid. I guessed maybe Cyclopses had a longer developmental period than humans do, or something. He could just be slow.

Before I found him, he wore tattered jeans, grimy size-twenty sneakers, and a plaid flannel shirt with holes in it. And at first, no matter what I did, he always smelled like a New York City alleyway. Or, at least he did, before he officially met me and my credit card. 

But anyway, the first time we met, I had left camp for college and as I was going to my next class on campus, I just about tripped over him. It took me a bit to realize that the reason I couldn't make myself look past his teeth was because of the Mist. And by then, he was just too sweet and babyish for me to kill. But I doubted Luke, who had a fierce grudge against Cyclopses for a reason he hadn't yet told me, would accept that excuse.

So, I had stayed a little longer in Manhattan with Tyson, giving excuses whenever I needed to and making sure Tyson would be okay for a few days before going back. In fact, while I'd finished the last semester of my freshman year of college three weeks prior, I'd told Chiron it was last week and I needed to stay a little longer for a couple of photoshoots. They worried about me, of course, but I hadn't been attacked a lot. It had surprised me that the number was so low, considering that before finding Tyson it was close to three or four attacks per week whenever I left the wards of camp.

Then I realized that every time I was attacked, Tyson wasn't with me, so it was pretty easy to understand that he was intimidating the rest of the monsters away. Even if I found it hard to believe that anyone or thing could be afraid of such a sweet kid. And believe me, Tyson was definitely a kid in Cyclops years. Exhibit A, this morning:

"Allie!" He squealed on entering my room and spotting me. He clapped his hands together hard enough to make the wall next to him shake. "Pancakes?" he asked me, eyes wide and a hopeful tone in his voice.

I softened instantly, a smile growing on my face as I temporarily pushed away my crippling fears over what was happening to Grover and at Camp.

"They're on their way," I answered fondly. While I was very affectionate with most of the people I met, children tended to bring out an even softer side of me. "And then we're going out to the beach," I added cheerfully, making Tyson clap his hands excitedly again.

The two of us went about eating our breakfast and getting ready. I could almost forget my worry for Grover and my friends at camp, but not quite. Luckily, Tyson didn't notice the strain on my face as I threw my suitcase into my car (a newly-purchased black Ford Mustang Mach-E— Tyson needed the extra leg room and never fit comfortably in any of my sports cars) and drove us to my East Hampton beach house, one of the few things I had left of my mother. 

I made sure to tell Nate he'd have the next week or so off and I'd keep in touch to inform him if I needed anything done. Because of my completely out-of-wack schedule and no shortage of money, I normally still paid him even on weeks he had off. It wasn't fair to him to have to get another job because he couldn't pay to live whenever I didn't need him and I normally only knew when that would be about half of the time. If he was to deal with me being all over the world, I could at least pay him for the struggle. He was a good assistant anyway, he deserved it. 

The two-hour ride was something I wasn't looking too forward to. Tyson found everything interesting and, though I was a very experienced driver, he got frustrated if I couldn't see and explain something he saw. Thankfully, he slept most of the trip and I didn't have to pull over at any point to calm him down. 

When we got there, I went immediately inside and sat my suitcase down by the front door then went back outside and sat on the back porch. Tyson was building what was doubtlessly going to be a legendary sandcastle, while I sat twisting my cuff bracelet-disguised sword on my right arm and brooding over what I should do. I wanted to rush straight to Camp Half-Blood and help with whatever was threatening my home as well as find Grover, but I couldn't just abandon Tyson for that long. And bringing a Cyclops to Camp Half-Blood of all places seemed like a disaster in the making. They would scare him, and no doubt the campers would all freak over the whole monster thing.

As I left the fenced-in area of my backyard to stand on the beach, closer to Tyson, I noticed a bunch of ridiculously buff guys playing beach volleyball on my neighbor's side and frowned at them. It wouldn't have been too suspicious, but my neighbor was an elderly navy vet turned US Senator who was living out his retirement in the Hamptons with his wife. They were known to take in a few foster kids here and there, but these guys looked way too old to still be in the system. My senses tingled in warning, and my grip tightened automatically on my bracelet and the same arm went up to my necklace-disguised sword. I bit my lip and turned away from them. I didn't need to get in a fight if I could avoid it.

It wasn't illegal for them to be there or anything; they weren't on my private beach, so I shouldn't have had a problem. But I couldn't deny the obvious: they were likely monsters and I was likely about to be involved in a fight for my life. 

"Scared," Tyson mumbled, having stopped building his sandcastle. "Smell funny."

I looked at him, frowning. "What smells funny?"

"Them." Tyson pointed at the boys. "Smell funny."

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. I didn't know a lot about Cyclops physiology, but it made sense that they'd be able to smell other mythological creatures. Grover could, after all.

"Stay away from them," I ordered him softly, leaning further onto one of the trees outlining my backyard, hoping it hid me well enough. "Just build your castle."

He nodded, going back to the castle, which was now up to my hip while standing, with wings, windows, a moat and all. It really was a masterpiece.

A few minutes later, though, I could see that they were definitely looking at me, tree be damned. I straightened, determined to get the hell out of the open, and called to Tyson.

"Tyson," I said. "Let's g—"

A ball slammed into my side. I collapsed to the ground, knowing from experience the feeling of multiple broken ribs and cursing my stupidity for not going inside earlier. The monsters exploded in laughter.

My eyesight was fuzzy as I struggled to rise. It felt like I'd just gotten the Heimlich maneuver from a gorilla. I couldn't believe anybody could throw that hard, monster or not.

Tyson yelled, "Allie, duck!" It was sound advice, so I followed the suggestion, falling flat against the ground once more.

I sent a silent thanks to the gods that at least there didn't seem to be any mortals around, because the volleyball players were growing in size. They were no longer just tall kids. They were eight-foot-tall giants with wild eyes, pointy teeth, and hairy arms tattooed with snakes and hula women and Valentine's hearts.

I scrambled around in my brain for identification and, more importantly, a weakness, but I couldn't. I decided to go to Plan B instead. Hack at them with my swords and hope for the best.

The one who seemed like the leader (in that he was the biggest and ugliest of the lot) growled at me. He had a tattoo on his biceps that said: JB luvs Babycakes. I wondered briefly who Babycakes was, and if she (or he, I don't judge) was blind and unable to smell.

"Now, Daughter of the Sea God. We Laistrygonians aren't just playing for your death. We want lunch!"

He waved his hand and a new batch of volleyballs appeared, but these balls weren't made of white synthetic rubber. They were bronze, the size of cannonballs, perforated like Wiffle balls with fire bubbling out the holes. They must've been searing hot, but the giants picked them up with their bare hands.

Another fireball came streaking toward me. Tyson pushed me out of the way before I could do something stupid, but the explosion still blew me head over heels.

I found myself sprawled on the ground, dazed from smoke, my pretty Versace blouse peppered with sizzling holes. I cursed, silently swearing vengeance for my cute top. It was one of my favorite ones! And it was, like, $500. Stupid monsters who don't appreciate good fashion. 

Just across from me, two hungry giants were glaring down at me.

"Flesh!" they bellowed. "Hero flesh for lunch!" They both took aim.

"Allie needs help!" Tyson yelled, and he jumped in front of me just as they threw their balls.

"Tyson!" I screamed, but it was too late.

Both balls slammed into him... but no... he'd caught them. Thank the gods for Cyclops' fire immunity, a fact my concussed mind had just remembered.

He sent them hurtling back toward their surprised owners, who screamed, "BAAAAAD!" as the bronze spheres exploded against their chests.

The giants disintegrated in twin columns of flame, a sure sign they were monsters, as if I had actually needed one.

"My brothers!" JB the Cannibal wailed. He flexed his muscles and his Babycakes tattoo rippled. "You will pay for their destruction!"

"Tyson!" I cried in warning. "Look out!"

Another comet hurtled toward us. Tyson just had time to swat it aside. It flew into the sea, causing a large, watery, explosion. To my dread, I heard one of my least favorite sounds in the distance. The sound of police sirens.

"Victory will be ours!" roared JB the Cannibal. "We will feast on your bones!"

I wanted to tell him that he seriously needed to smoke some weed to relax or something, but before I could, he hefted another ball. The other three giants followed his lead.

I knew we were dead. My ribs were too damaged for me to be able to fight properly and Tyson couldn't deflect all those balls at once.

The sound of waves crashing against the shore gave me a crazy idea. So, basically the same as all of my ideas, really. 

I closed my eyes, buried my face in my arms and concentrated on the place in my stomach that always tugged when I used my powers. Then, I reached out to the ocean mentally and pulled.

There was a loud roar as I dragged as much water as I could out of the sea and flung it forcefully at the cannibals. The monsters' screams turned to an awful gurgling sound before disappearing. When I looked up, they were gone and Tyson was soaked, a bewildered look on his face.

"Really, Angel?" a familiar voice called from the tree I'd been previously leaning against. "Do you have to be so dramatic, babe?"

I sighed and flopped over onto my back to give him my worst glare. I guess he knew my heart wasn't in it, especially when he jumped down from the branches, picked me up bridal style, and moved me to the water so I could heal. His boyish grin didn't waver.

"Hey, Luke," I greeted him grumpily.

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Master - Chapter 4a

*Warning: Adult Content*  

I climb one step higher up the long thing Master called a Library Ladder, reaching for the first book on this lane.

I hum gently to myself while wiping the first book free of any dust and webs with my favorite rag that Master bought me. 

It was my favorite because it was yellow like the softness where I slept and could only be used in the library, that was my own rule that I didn't tell Master about.

I smile when I pull away the rag to find the small, black book clean and pretty underneath.

I wipe the space it was in one more time before moving onto the next book.

Today I was cleaning the library.

The library was my favorite place because it was where Master read to me and taught me how to read more, it was where Master and I were closest because he let me sit with him. 

Being in Master's arms felt like when he carried me but even better, so I loved the library very much.

It was my goal to make the library the cleanest place in the castle so Master could love the place as much as I did.

Master said I couldn't clean the entire place today, only four shelves, I was on my second shelf now. 

I didn't like that he didn't let me serve him properly but I didn't argue, slaves weren't supposed to disobey and I didn't want to make Master angry.

I'd never seen Master angry and I didn't want to. 

I'd seen what the trainers became when they were angry and I didn't want Master to punish me in that way.

I look between the space of the shelf to secretly check on Master. 

He was reading a book I cleaned yesterday, with a blood bag to his lips that he sipped happily. 

It made me smile even more to see him pleased with my servitude.

I just wanted to please Master and maybe if I did, he'd collar me again.

"Kalem," Master says making me freeze, I'd been caught staring somehow. 

Master looks away from his pages so I offer him the best smile I can before answering.

"Yes, Master."

"What do you know about vampires?" He questions while shutting his book and putting it aside, I tilt my head slightly in confusion as I try to think.

It was hard to reply to Master because he was a vampire too.

If I said something mean about vampires Master may get hurt or I could say something that made him angry, then I'd be rightfully punished. 

But Master had asked me to be honest with him, it was the only thing he asked me for, it was my one and only official job as his slave.

I wouldn't fail him.

"I know that vampires don't die and that they like blood like mine," I start, glancing up at Master to make sure I hadn't upset him yet. "They are Masters and they like to use their teeth a lot."

Master chuckles as he wipes his eyes, I frown knowing I hadn't answered it the way a proper slave would.

"I-I'm sorry Master..."

"Kalem, you've done nothing wrong," Master says using his nice voice that made me feel nice too. "I love when you speak honestly."

"Okay, Master," I reply before continuing my chores with a sigh.

I didn't know why I couldn't be the perfect slave for Master.

I'd been trained for it and only made a few mistakes ever but with Master, I seemed to do nothing but wrongs. 

Master didn't want to use me and didn't even want me to clean, he didn't like it when I kneeled for him in the mornings even though all good slaves did.

"Is there anything you'd like to do after cleaning?" Master asks, now standing at the bottom of the ladder, I quickly begin climbing down not wanting to be above him.

"No Master," I reply once I reach the floor.

"Even see your little elf friend..." Master's words stop suddenly as he turns his head towards the door.

I stare up at him, glancing between him and the door with confusion. 

I open my mouth but Master immediately covers my mouth, picking me up and returning to his bedroom. 

He opens his large wardrobe and places me inside, all while not making a single sound.

"Don't move a muscle," he whispers beside my ear. "You don't leave from here until I come back for you, don't answer to anyone but me and you stay put. Do you understand?"

I nod quickly and put my hands over my mouth to make myself extra quiet. 

Master pulls away, staring at me with worried eyes as he closes the doors, leaving me in complete darkness.

I don't hear him leave but I know he did. I keep my legs to my chest, wrap my arms around them and close my eyes, trying to keep my heart from moving so quickly but it was hard. 

I didn't know what was happening but I was scared for Master.

I jump a little at the sound of screams that fill my ears, the sound loud and very scary. 

I feel the tears running but make sure to not let any of the sobs come out, my body shaking with the thought of one of the screams belonging to Master.

The screams continue for so long that I have to move my hands from my mouth to my ears to make them quieter, but they still come through

I curl into myself and wait, hoping nothing would happen to my Master.

It felt like hours before the screams stopped but Master never came back. 

It made me nervous to think that Master could be dead now and someone else may come for me. 

My fingers reach to push the door open but I pull back immediately and locked the trainers against my chest. 

Master said to stay here and not leave until he came back so I had to listen, no matter what.

My eyes widen when the doors open, I look up slowly to find Master covered in blood. 

My chest tightens as I stare at Master. 

There was so much blood that I could smell it from him, his hair was dripping with it like his fingertips. 

I couldn't see his skin except for the thin lines which showed between the dried, cracked blood beneath the fresh blood.

"Have you ever seen a dead body before?" Master asks sounding different. 

He didn't sound tired he sounded mad.

There was also a different feeling around Master.

 It was the same one I felt the day he took me from my cage, the one that made all the other Master's become quiet and scared. The one that made me feel safe under it.

"Y-Yes Master," I answer after swallowing and looking to his eyes, there was even blood falling from his eyelashes.

"Just dead or worse?" He presses as he looks down at me, I look away with the intensity in his eyes. 

I look at his feet and shift into a slave's waiting position.

"Worse Master," I admit, flinching slightly at the memory of the torn, tattered bodies of slaves who tried to escape, the ones which were left in the cells to remind slaves what would happen if we misbehaved.

"Okay," Master says before offering me hid hand. "I want you to close your eyes until I say so."

I take it quickly with a nod and let him pull me to my feet, then he picks me up making my slave uniform bloody too. 

I frown a little at that but don't say anything not wanting to upset Master when he already looked so upset.

His eyebrows were pulled tight together like his skin around his clenched jaw, his eyes looked mean too so I stay quiet keeping my eyes shut at Master carries me.

When the smell of something nasty fills my nose, I cover it and peak an eye open to look around. 

A small whimper escapes me when I see all the halls I cleaned with trails of blood all over them. 

I look around and find more blood the further Master walks through the castle. 

There was some blood splattered across the walls, some drenching the windows and curtains pooling on the floor beneath them.

"Keep your eyes closed Kalem," Master scolds so I immediately shut them again, clinging to Master hoping his presence would make the fear leave me alone.

Eventually, Master puts me down but I keep a hand clenched around the back of his shirt as I follow behind him, opening my eyes once more to not fall, panting slightly when he takes me outside of the castle.

I hadn't been out the entrance yet because I didn't want Master to think I was trying to escape, so I'd only looked at the plants behind the castle. 

But now I could see way more trees and plants than ever before and they seemed to go on forever, it was dark above but there were a few cracks of sunlight that let me see all the forests.

Master stops suddenly sending me crashing into his back and smearing blood on my head. 

I rub it away with a small whimper as I step around Master, stopping when I see the pile of bodies

.I cover my mouth to stop myself from emptying my morning meal as I look at the torn people. 

Some heads were on their own, like other arms and legs, some bodies were torn down the middle and some were completely intact but all were dead.

Master walks ahead of me, picking up one of the arms and returning to my side.

I step back quickly but stop when Master sends me a look that locks me in my place.

I struggle to keep the tears from falling as I shut my eyes tightly, shaking terribly as he extends the arm placing the arm outward.

"I don't want to scare you but I need you to look at this brand," Master explains, his tone a little softer than before. "I need you to look at it Kalem."

I open my eyes and look at Master. 

He didn't look very angry anymore, he looked sad. 

When he gives me a little nod, I look down at the limb in his hands.

The wrist of the arm is covered by a deep, slave brand that looked complicated. 

It had marks I didn't know and shapes that didn't match up, it was weird but I stared at it until I knew it was stuck in my mind.

"This is the mark of Diablos," Master explains when I look away. "The vampire who owns the slave house you were kept in."

I nod shakily, unable to say any words.

"I need you to remember this mark so that if you ever see it, you'll know to run," Master explains slowly and I nod again. "You call for me if you ever see this mark or you hide, you do not talk to them. Do you understand Kalem?"

I nod.

"I need you to say that you understand."

"I understand Master," I whimper and stumble back when he relaxes.

Master steps away and throws the arm into the pile before lighting a match and setting them all up in flames.

"Let's get cleaned up," Master says as he stares at the fire for a moment longer before turning and leading me away.

I follow easily and scrub my skin extra hard once I'm in the shower. 

I rid myself of all the blood and try not to think about the slaves' brands. 

Brands were like collars for slaves, it showed ownership but I didn't want one. 

They looked painful, collars weren't painful.

The brands always scared me, even when the trainers said they were good.

I knock gently on Master's door and push it open when he calls for me, I slip inside trying to be as quiet as possible as I make my way to him.

Master was sitting on the edge of his bed with only pants on, his hair and chest were still wet as he looked down at a splotched piece of paper. 

I try not to think about how my heart speeds up at the sight of Master almost naked.

‘Bad Kalem. A slave shouldn't want.’

"Are you okay Master?" I ask once I find my voice again.

"Yes, I am," Master says but he didn't sound okay.

"Did they hurt you?" I press hoping my questions wouldn't be overstepping.

"No Kalem, they didn't hurt me," he replies in the same not-okay tone.

I stand awkwardly in front of Master, twisting my fingers around themselves in their place behind my back. 

I nibble on lip waiting for instructions that never come as Master continues to stare at the folded paper in his hands.

"M-May I ask one more question Master?" I chance and breathe out when he nods. "Who were those people Master?"

"Diablos' servants and slaves," he says finally looking away from the paper but I panic when he looks at me instead. "Ones meant for fighting and guarding, like warriors."

"Why would they fight against you Master?" I ask with a deep frown, tilting my head in confusion. "You're the most nice Master ever."

Master laughs lightly at my words, smiling up at me with thanks in his eyes that made me feel better.

"It's an offer, to give you back before he declares war against me," Master explains and I quickly draw closer to him.

I didn't want to leave Master, I liked my Master. 

Even though he was a little crazy, he was nice and he took care of me. 

He hadn't punished me once even though I deserved it, he always forgave me.

I only wanted my Master and nobody else.

Master looks down at me, bringing up a hand to wipe away the tears I'd didn't even feel drop as he pulls me into his lap. 

I try to get closer to him as my heart flickers happily at being so close to Master, he brushes my back and wipes all the tears away until they stop falling.

"Are you going to give me away Master?" I ask shakily, voice quieting with the words.

"You're not a thing to give or take, you're a person," Master replies with a firm tone. "You are free to do whatever you want."

“I want to stay with you Master," I say quickly, hoping he would let me stay. "I don't want to leave."

"Then I'll kill anyone who tries to take you away," Master promises with a small smile.

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #152

boyfriend survey

What’s his first name? Donald Jr., but I've only ever known him as Girt.

Does his surname begin with the same letter as yours? No.

How old is he? 29 and thinks he's basically 60 lol dude you are still in the youth of your life

How long have you been together? A year and eight months.

Do you have a casual or serious relationship? Serious.

How often do you see each other? At least once a week, sometimes maybe one more day. In very rare cases it's gotten past a week, and then I'm just miserable lol

Do you live together? Not yet.

Do you have keys to each other’s places? I know I don't, and I don't think Girt does either, but maybe Mom's given him one at some point.

When was the last time you saw him? Uh it's been like... around five days?

What is the age gap between you? Is he older or younger than you? Two or three years, I can't math, like he's gonna be 30 before I turn 28, but right NOW he's two years older.

Have you met his parents? His mom, yes, his dad died before I ever met his family.

Has he met your parents? Yes.

How many siblings does he have? One sister.

Have you met his siblings? Yes, she's fantastic.

Has he met your siblings? Ashley and Nicole, definitely, and I feeeeel like he's actually met Katie once at Nicole's birthday party many many years ago? I know he hasn't met Bobby, and I'm quite sure not Misty either.

What’s his name in your phone? "Girt <3"

Have you talked about marriage? Yeah, it's not an uncomfortable topic for us, we're both very open about being in this for the long run, especially with just how long we've been friends, though being a couple is obviously different.

Does he have any kids? No.

Does he want kids? I don't think so, but since hearing him say he didn't early in our relationship, he's since said "every guy wants a daughter" when talking casually about kids and that he'd prefer one over a son, but I don't know exactly how he meant that, like how relevant it was to his own, actual life.

Do you see a future with him? Yeah.

Are you “Facebook official”? lol not technically, it's stuck on "pending" because he's never been one to pay attention to Facebook at all, dude barely even knows how things work on there, so he missed the notification to verify it at some point, but thankfully it doesn't bother me, he puts no effort into hiding we're together at all, and that's what matters.

How did you meet him? High school band.

Where did you go for your first date? It was actually bowling, the first time we tried dating, but during our current and much more "real" relationship, it was uhhhh... wow I'm not sure I remember.

Who was the first one to make a move? Originally, him; he asked me out the first time, but I asked him out this go, but I only had the guts to because I was pretty confident he felt the same still, lol.

Have you spoken to him today? On Discord, yes; we do that every day. I haven't verbally spoken to him.

What’s his favorite pizza topping? With our history I'm actually amazed I'm not positive on this haha, I wanna just say pepperoni though?

Does he cook? He knows how to cook two things and that's it, lol. Still better than me.

What sort of phone does he have? Some sort of good quality Android, idk the details.

What size is his bed? I literally still haven't seen his room lmfao, I'm not sure.

Does he like to be big spoon or little spoon when you cuddle? Big spoon, but there are definitely times in bed when he faces away I'm cuddling against him, he finds it hard to fall asleep facing/cuddling me.

Is he a good kisser? Yeah.

Does he make you happy? He absolutely does, more than anyone else is able to.

What’s his fashion style? Comfort haha, regular pants and t-shirts, particularly Saikou brand stuff.

Does he drive? If so, what sort of car? Yes, but I forget what it is. It's black.

Has he ever bought you an item of clothing? Haha he's wanted to before actually but I was too reluctant to share my shirt size, regardless of how stupid that is.

Does he have any piercings? No.

Is he more fun or serious? Fun.

What does he do for a living? He's worked at a big tire factory for like, nine years.

When is the next time you’ll see him? Probably within the next few days.

What’s his favorite thing to drink? Water, this man can destroy water.

Does he live alone, with roommates or with parents? Well it's technically her living with him, but his mom. Actually one of his best friends does too because of familial problems.

Does he have any pets? Yeah, he has a super sweet pit/shepherd mix named Charlie.

Is he your first boyfriend? No.

What was the last movie you watched with him? Wow I have no idea, we don't watch movies much, which is fine with me because I have a hard time getting through movies anyway.

Is he an active person? Well his job is physical and he has long shifts so kinda, but he doesn't do much outside of work.

What’s his favorite candy? Good question, he doesn't let himself have candy a lot at all. I do know he loves Sour Patch, though.

Have you ever met his best friend? Yes.

What’s your favorite physical quality of his? He has an adorable smile, and I like his arms/shoulders.

What color is his hair? Black but graying early and he haaates it.

Do you argue with him often? No, that's really rare for us.

Where was the last place you went with him? Red Robin for Mother's Day.

What color is his toothbrush? Don't know actually.

What kind of movies does he like to watch? Also a good question, but I can tell you he's not a horror fan.

Have you celebrated either of your birthdays together? Yeah.

Does he play any instruments? He was the guy who played tuba in band, and briefly the trombone before I started high school, but I'm doubtful he remembers anything by now.

Do you have any mutual friends? Yes.

How often do you talk to him on the phone? Basically never, I've learned that there have been times he's wanted to call me just to talk but doesn't just because he knows I hate talking on the phone haha, like dude you're an exception.

Does he have a beard or is he clean-shaven? He never has a full beard, genetically he doesn't get a lot of facial hair, but sometimes he has a little bit but generally stays shaved.

What was the last compliment he gave you? I'm not sure, even though he gives 'em quite a bit. We call each other cute a whole lot, so there's a good chance it was that, haha.

Does he dance? No, he's told me he can't and bitch same

Is he taller or shorter than you? He's quite a lot taller.

Has he ever bought you flowers? Twice now. :'D

Do you ever borrow his clothes? No, I doubt his shirts would even fit me; I weigh a lot more than him, although with how tall and broad he is, some shirts might but I kinda don't wanna try and find out they don't lol

Is he a clean or messy person? He knows he's messy and it's the reason I haven't seen his room yet lol, he doesn't believe me when I say I don't care.

What color are his eyes? Brown.

What does he wear to bed? Pj pants and a normal shirt or sometimes no shirt, he'll sometimes change into new work clothes the night before and just sleep in them so he can have more time asleep lol, extremely rarely nothing.

Does he keep his fingernails clean? Reasonably, but I mean he works in a tire factory with the tires so they're not like pristine.

Have you ever shared a shower with him? No, I don't want to share a shower with anyone.

How long after your first date did you see him again? I don't remember, but I'm sure it wasn't that long.

What’s his bedroom like? As mentioned earlier, I actually don't know.

Has he ever had braces? Uhhh I don't think so? I know he hasn't while I've known him.

When was the last time you kissed him? The last time he was here, a few nights ago.

Do you celebrate Valentine’s Day with him? Yes.

How long were you together before you said “I love you”? We never did the first time we tried dating years ago, which was around four months, and I can't quite remember how long it was until I said it and he said it back. It was definitely a few months, though.

What sort of shoes does he usually wear? Sneakers of some sort, I don't pay attention to exactly what they are.

Do you know any of his exes? No.

What’s his favourite cuisine? I'm not certain, but I know he likes Mexican quite a bit.

Was he born in the country he now lives in? Yes.

Have you ever been long-distance with him? No.

Does he ever wear any type of jewelry? No.

What was the first present you got for him? I'm not certain, it really might have been the Vitamin Me thing I got for our first anniversary, because I absolutely couldn't NOT get him something so I sucked it up and asked my mom, I'm still the one that made all the little notes, what really made up the gift.

What was the first present he got for you? ugh this is much harder, he's actually gotten a lot, apparently gifts are one of the stronger love languages from him. I want to say it was a Carbuncle from Final Fantasy plush, the first time we dated; I saw a picture of one and freaked out over how cute it was and then he fuckin showed up with it lmao, I still want to get him out of the bags with my other stuffed animals to keep out.

Does he smoke? No.

What TV shows is he watching at the moment? I don't think he's actively watching anything at home; it's usually us watching stuff together, and we've yet to start a new show since we just finished one.

Have you ever visited him at work? Yes, there was one day I brought him lunch.

Does he play video games? Oh yes, that's his "thing," he loves games.

What was the last thing you argued about? Well it wasn't really an argument since he agreed with me immediately, but he made a bad joke that just shouldn't have been made and it upset me.

Is he straight? Yes.

When is his birthday? I don't feel right sharing that on here.

Have you ever shared a bath with him? No.

Does he ride a motorcycle? No.

How long is his hair? Not very long, but it's not suuuuper short either. He has really thick hair like me and it's also curly, so while it doesn't actually like hang down his neck, there's a good deal of it.

Have you ever been overseas with him? No.

Does he have any tattoos? If so, which one is your favorite? Not yet, but he wants some. I know he'd like a big one on his back and he likes the idea of having a sleeve.

What is his favorite alcoholic beverage? He's never drunk and isn't interested.

Does he speak any languages other than English? He took quite a bit of Spanish in school and remembers some of it, but he's definitely not fluent.

Is he college/university educated? Mostly, yes, but he dropped out during his last semester because of his dad's death, it became way too much. He wants to go back eventually.

How long have you known him? Over a decade, I don't know the exact years by this point.

Does he text back quickly? If he's not at work, generally, yes, he messages back quickly. Off work though he will occasionally get distracted and forget to reply, he's one of those people that can read a message and then forget to message back by the time he can, but it doesn't happen a bothersome amount.

Have you ever celebrated Christmas with him? Not Christmas day, we spend it with our own immediate families.

Has he ever been in a physical fight? He's either been in one when younger or none at all, I can't remember which. I know he hit another guy once as a child because he wasn't leaving him alone, but I feel like he may have mentioned fighting with a guy once? I don't remember.

Did you go to the same high school as him? Yes, that's where we met.

[writingmeraki]

cho guesung as a dad hcs !

pairing : cho guesung x gn!reader (gender isn't specified)

genre : fluff !!

warnings : mentions of pregnancy, periods and labour. maybe some cusses.

author's note : sorry anon who waited almost years for this 💀 but hope you like it ! i don't know if I'm satisfied with this but hey it's my first attempt at something like this so i hope i did alright hehe <3 (not fully proofread)

word count : 1.2k

‌Okay so obviously we all know Guesung would be an amazing father especially from his little interactions with his nephews AND the fact that he also wants to definitely have kids in the future as he said in that one interview :(

‌I just feel like he'd be the type to not accept the fact that his partner is actually pregnant because he'd be too fucking excited lol

‌"...babe i think I'm pregnant."

‌"..what."

‌Seeing the somewhat blank look on his face you feared maybe he wasn't ready to have a child just yet even though he was excited but the self-doubt was very much still there, especially from the lack of his reply.

‌"Look I missed my period recently and just to make sure I'm not just jumping to conclusions I did do 6 pregnancy tests and they all came positive, I don't know-"

‌As you were getting more emotional he would literally run up to you and hug you so tight, slightly lifting you off the ground as he span you around and thanked you over and over again as he gushed about how this was the best news you'd ever given him.

‌You would giggle as he let you go and held your face, gently placing butterfly kisses as he murmured words of gratitude and love to you

He already loved you so much but he was sure he'd never ever spend another lifetime with anyone other than you now and you were also grateful to have someone like him as your partner because every sort of self-doubt was dismissed the moment you saw his genuine happiness and love once he promised you to be the best father to your child and how he'd take care of the both of you

‌And this man was truly one to fulfil his promises as throughout your pregnancy he'd make sure you were properly looked after and took good care of yourself as well as your baby whom Guesung seemed even more excited to meet than you at this point

‌And when you went into labour he had wished he was able to take away your pain and this man absolutely shed tears at the sight of you in pain, he couldn't bare it at all even though he'd seen potentially worse, it was too much but he knew it was all worth it when he saw your newborn baby.

‌When he held your baby in his arms, he thinks everything was worth it and was ready to give up the entire universe and everything then and there for your child.

‌You were barely allowed to move in the first few days after your labour, Guesung had read up, especially on all of the things a husband could do in order to help his partner out. There was no way he was going to risk you hurting yourself after all that you’d gone through, much preferring to take things easy at the start.

‌Guesung had already prepared all the things needed for a newborn. The Nursery? He and the boys literally planned that for months and you couldn't help but tear up once you saw how beautifully they had done it. Clothes and other necessities? Let's just say Guesung was a very ecstatic father and had literally bought any type of baby clothes that existed.

‌To say the least, he was the most prepared father to exist at least he believed himself to be.

‌but when your baby spoke its first words, the waterworks made their way faster than ever and even more so when the words were along the lines of 'dada'

‌Man you'd give anything in the world to witness that look of pure joy on his face again but lucky for you, that same joy always stayed whenever your child was around.

‌You both were very delighted when your baby finally learnt how to walk and you actually had to tell Guesung it was still too early to teach your child football and you couldn't help the small giggle that left your mouth once you saw his pout and tiny mock glare directed towards you.

‌I think I accidentally have two kids huh You chuckled as you realised how some of the antics of your child were basically like your husband's

‌It was like just a mini version of him, with the little moles around the face as well the full cheeks which bunched up whenever a full smile was formed.

‌When you both slept with the baby, Guesung slips his arm over your body to catch his baby's little one too, avoiding your baby to fall from your bed at night. His long fingers rest softly on the tiny little back and his lips are against your nape.

‌He also bathes the child. You thought it was his paternal instinct to want to take care of the little angel, but the truth is that he has even a better time than the baby, making foam beards and playing with water toys.

‌Once your child was old enough, Guesung got the kid a football as well as a tiny jersey outfit that resembled his and in the same way of fate, your child also seemed to be fond of the sport as well.

‌Both Guesung and his teammates loved to play with your little champ, who was very much talented in the sports, and Guesung would love to let your kid play and score against him to which he'd get the opportunity to ruffle his little one's head and chuckle at the excitement shown by his baby.

‌Whenever you'd go out to eat, he'd make sure his angel ate well even feeding food from his own plate at which you'd sometimes have to shake your head and remind him that your baby had his own share of food but in the end, Guesung's habit never changed to the point where you'd put your own portion of food onto his so he could eat properly as well too.

‌He makes time from his busy schedule to assist with anything his baby does: scholar plays, dance exhibitions, football games (of course )... it doesn't matter, but you both want to be there, cheering for your baby !!!

‌Reads tales to your little one, even when a fly seems more interesting gets and keeps smiling towards Guesung's hands whenever he turns the page.

‌They both complot against you to go play arcade games and eating loads and loads of cotton candy after practices or after school.

‌He would try his best to help in academics if he can but he knows you're much better at that and just gently listens to you explain to your kid and smiles at your concentrated face.

‌He will spoil your kid to the absolute T and I mean that but he also knows he should teach your child lessons about not being a spoilt brat so he'll always play little games or give rewards once a small task is done or when your baby is in not that good of a mood.

‌Due to him being so tall, he loves to carry the kid on his shoulders and the kid absolutely loves to be that tall just like the dad and to be hugged like that.

‌He just wants his baby to grow up to be a smart, independent and strong individual. But on the other hand, he wishes that his little one would always remain little so he could forever take care of his baby.

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[thetraingotsetonfireonmidnight]

I got idea…

Pro hero Kiribaku x pro hero (m) reader who wants every red riot and bakugou figur. No matter how expensive they are

I can just imagine him showing his house (like some celebrities do) and then there’s so many figures and fans just see how simp he is💀

I love the way you think

𝔎𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔟𝔞𝔨𝔲 𝔵 𝔉𝔞𝔫𝔟𝔬𝔶/𝔓𝔯𝔬 ℌ𝔢𝔯𝔬 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

You have no shame. At all.

From the moment you woke up, you were looking forward to the camera crew that'd be showing up at your house soon.

You were practically bouncing off the walls while getting your place prepared, texting your boyfriends in-between chores.

Bakugou made sure to remind you every 5 seconds that he thought it was weird of you to be showing off your house (even though he did the exact same thing just to prove that he has more money than Deku).

Kirishima on the other hand was supportive, saying he'd make sure to watch it the second it aired.

Once the crew finally made it to your house, and you were ready to start filiming, you tried to get through the rooms as fast as possible. You briefly went over everything in your living room and kitchen.

The interviewer would try to slow you down and ask you questions about certain objects of yours, but you blew them off everytime because you wanted to get to the one room you had been most excited to show off.

Your bedroom.

You hadn't been dating your boyfriends for very long, so they had never come over to your house before. Any indoor dates were spent at Kirishima's house.

That being said, Bakugou and Kiri had no idea what they were getting into when they watched you open your door.

Dynamight and Red Riot merchandise.

Everywhere.

Posters, figures, plushies, shirts–your collection nearly rivaled Deku's.

You should've seen Bakugou's face.

He's used to people fawning over him, but he didn't expect his own damn partner to act like an obsessed fan.

(He was flattered. He'll never admit it).

Kirishima was over the moon. He swore he fell for you all over again.

Unlike with the other rooms you were showing off, you took your time explaining every piece of merchandise you had.

You even threw in a few shameless compliments about how brave and amazing your partners were.

You even had a few boxes in your closet of merchandise you had yet to find a place for.

Your fans went crazy.

Combinations of you and your partners' names were trending on social media, and the interview blew up.

Everyone was talking about it.

Kirishima is almost, if not just as, shameless as you are.

He mass tweeted about how much he loves you.

He also went out and bought a shit ton of your merch. (And Bakugou's ofc.)

He insisted Bakugou should do the same, but he heavily and angrily disagreed.

A few days later, Bakugou loudly banged on your door.

You opened it and he immediately rushing in past you as an apologetic Kirishima follows him.

Bakugou stomps his way to your room and stares at it. Almost shocked that you had seriously covered your room head to toe in his (and kirishima's) merchandise.

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

"Is there a problem Kats?"

"WHAT IS ALL OF THIS?!"

"Merchandise?"

"YEAH I CAN SEE THAT!"

Bakugou started demanding you take it down while Kirishima on the other hand begs you to leave it up.

"C'mon Katsuki, it's adorable!"

"I'M TAKING AWAY YOUR FIRST NAME PRIVILEGES IF YOU DON'T KNOCK IT OFF!"

[el-moscorrofio-y-el-mercachifle]

Awww I love the idea @casfa88 !!! 🥰

I think Betty definitely would want to decorate his office and bring him cake and flowers and all that! But she'd definitely remember the time he came back from a trip and didn't appreciate much all the cuttler, she probably wouldn't do that.

Also, she probably wanted to keep everything lowkey and not catch much attention.

But she'd definitely want to give him a great gift!!

I like the idea of the contrast w/ Marcela, especially with their gifts.

Perhaps we see Betty giving him something handmade, like cookies or a dessert she knows he likes ((we could hear her saying something along the lines that she noticed he likes this particular dessert a lot, so she wanted to make it for him!))

Compared to something bought and probably designer that Marcela bought him ((she would probably also bring him something he'd like or is useful for him, not just any thoughtless gift, tho. We've seen that she does pay attention to his likes, as shown when she buys him some type of bread that she said he likes))

Depending on at what point of the affair Betty and Armando are, how the whole day happens can vary a lot!

There's also a lot of possibility for a comedy lmao. Armando is probably the type of guy who doesn't really care about his own birthday ((i think this might be canon but im not sure if I'm misremembering))

Imagine if Betty had actually madehim cookies, for example. I imagine she'd wake up super early to make them and probably got to Ecomoda late

Armado would probably be super stressed about this lmao

And it could probably go similar to how it went back with the Business Plan: Betty trying to give him his gift and Armando being so dumbly distracted with everything else that he never notices

Like imgine Betty trying to order him a coffee from cafeteria because she wants to give give him her cookies with it, and Armando keeps rejecting it lol

Anyways, eventually he would get it and he'd be really moved about it. He probably has never gotten domething so insignificant and cheap that is also so loved, significant and valuable!

This is also a good time to see how much the employees like him. Perhaps they can bring him a cake!

Unfortunately, Armando would definitely have to spend the evwning/night with Marcela. She probably threw him a whole party with a bunch of people he doesn't want to see, incluing his parents

But Calderón would advise him that he still needs to make time for Betty that night because he needs to show her he wants to spend his special day with her

Betty probably invites him to a restaurant (a lowkey one, she probably asked around or looked one up or something)) and they have a peaceful evening alone, or maybe they go dancing to a place where there's music that they both actually like lmao

It's in general a good time that is constantly interrupted because Marcela is angry that Armando hasn't shown up yet to his own party and people are starting to ask about him!

If this were to happen before their first time, Armando would use this party as an excuse to not sleep with Betty. If this happens after the first night, maybe they'll find a way haha

In any way, with Betty it's a really nice time, peaceful. Maybe I'm projecting my own wants, but I would have definitely used this opportunity if I had been a eriter on the show to show it to the audience how he gets to laugh and enjoy his time with Betty!

With Marcela we'd see them fight liek usual and put up a very weak facade of love in front of people

Also a good time to see the pressure Armando is under to keep being at Marcela's side

He'd end the night reflecting on how it everything was/felt with both Betty/Marcela!

I think those are all my general ideas! Hope you like them, I really think this scenario would have been great to get to see how fully and extremely especial everything is with Betty compared to other women in Armando's life!

03/21

Happy birthday to this beautiful Angel 🥹❤️