#and jean is actually kind of competent lol

[jeoncasino]

Prospects

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Tired of life and all it had to bring for you, things take a turn when you find out two of your friends start to take a liking to you. With newfound emotions and a whole lot of drama, what happens when they start competing for your love?

Pairings: JJK x fem! reader [x KNJ]

Genre: college au, love triangle, friends to lovers, fluff, angst, slow burn, eventual smut.

Tags: rich! jjk, law student! jjk, dark hair! jjk, sweet! jjk, jealous! jjk, needy! jjk, obsessed! jjk, but also dom! jjk, slightly toxic! jjk, english major! knj, boy bsf! knj, co-worker! knj, husband material! knj, brown hair! knj, sweet! knj, jealous! knj, sad knj:(, pet names, everything’s so complicated and everyone’s in denial, jk's love language is physical touch and acts of service, jk has mommy issues so he's too attached to oc, joonie is so sweet i feel bad for him, gguk will try everything in his power to make oc his, ggukkie lowkey hates joonie lol, this is an actual slow burn yay!

Warnings: mentions of drug use.

⋆ †₊ Series Masterlist

Minors do not interact.

Smoke surrounds you. For a moment, the noises and lights from the party, once a chaotic blend, seperate distinctly. Each sound creates its own frequency, each beam of light cutting through the haze in sharp lines. Everything around you slows down, the moment captivating you in a trance that would otherwise not been achieved without smoking a certain plant.

Elaine, your best friend, who was sitting to your left, seems to be talking to you. You can't quite grasp what she's saying, but she leaves shortly afterward, leaving you alone in the beautiful backyard of this otherwise dirty frat house. You really were avoiding going inside—the floors were sticky, and it smells funky. Honestly, you didn’t even want to be there. Frat parties aren’t your thing. But Elaine, in apparent need of de-stressing (though later confessing she just wanted to see her latest infatuation, Zia), had dragged you out on a Thursday night. You thought about getting mad and leaving, but she’s your best friend—and every guy here looks like they’d spike her drink—so you stayed. Plus, she bought you a blunt, so it evened out.

As you gazed at the dark-glowing canvas of the night sky, you felt a presence beside you. Skeptically, you glanced to your right, only to find a man staring at you. You jumped.

“Oh my god?” you gasp, eyes wide, hand over your heart.

The guy laughs, clearly amused by your reacton. Trying to figure him out, you took a look at him. He wore a loose white shirt and baggy jeans. Dark hair framed his face. Two rings pierced the right side of his mouth, his right arm covered in tattoos. Honestly, you felt intimidated—frat parties drew all kinds of people, you know? But when you finally met his eyes, the softness of his gaze made him seem far more approachable then you originally thought.

“Will you quit staring?” He teased.

Your cheeks burned. “Oh please, I’m on drugs,” you muttered, looking away, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Oh, I know. Thought I’d join you on your trip.”

Confused, and extremely thirsty, you asked, “Who are you?”

“Seriously?” He replied, somewhat annoyed. “Jeon Jeongguk. We share a class—U.S History with Mrs. Webster,” He paused, anticipating an answer. He met silence. “No?”

You sighed. “Look, I’m sorry, but I’m too high to remember anyone from that class.” Thinking it over, you added, “Seriously, though, I don’t think I’ve ever talked to you.”

And that’s because you hadn’t. Jeongguk, though quite popular, found himself completely partner-less tonight. He didn’t like being alone, so when he spotted you, high and alone, he thought he’d try his usual trick with you—pretending he knew you from somewhere. It usually worked.

Not today though. At your response, he was utterly offended. Did you seriously not know who the Jeon Jeongguk was? Even he recognized you—the sharing a class part not being a lie—so it made no sense. Although, he didn’t know your name either, so maybe you did know him, just not his name, and the drugs are clouding him from your memory.

Yeah, he thought, it’s definitely the drugs. “Did you know marijuana causes memory issues?”

You snorted. “Just say you’re offended.”

He shrugged. “What’s got you all alone out here?”

“My horny friend, I guess.” You turn to face him. “You?”

“I was taught to never leave a pretty girl like you alone,”

“Okay, Mr. Charming, please be serious.”

He laughed. “My friends ditched me too.”

“Hm,” You didn’t know what else to say. Usually, you were good at small talk, but you were literally in cloud nine and too thirsty to properly think. “Do you mind getting me some water? I’ve got cotton mouth and don’t want to go inside.”

“It smells wierd doesn’t it?” He scrunched his nose as he replied. You nodded. “I’ll be right back.”

Many chit-chat’s and half a bottle of wine later—Jeongguk found it somewhere in the frat—you both bid goodbye with teary eyes and warm embraces, somehow convinced you’d never see each other again after this party. Both of you not letting go, Elaine and his friends have to literally pry you guys apart, causing everyone to fall comically like dominoes.

Attempting to open your eyes you rubbed them, immediately closing them as the morning sun assaults your vision. What even happened yesterday? Your head pounded, nausea swirled in your gut. You felt horrible. Trying to go back to sleep, you turned in your bed, feeling the dreaded build-up of saliva once you layed on your side. Uh-oh.

You rushed to your bathroom just in time.

“Elaine?” you half-yelled, wiping your mouth with your hand muffling your voice.

No response. You stumble out of your room and head for the kitchen. There, your find an already-ready best friend cooking god-knows-what.

Looking up at you, she said, “Good morning, Mrs. Jeon,” her tone dripping with mockery.

“What? Mrs. Jeon?” Confused, you try to piece together last night’s events, but it’s no use. Panicking, you exclaimed, “Oh my God, Elaine, what happened yesterday?!”

She looked at you unimpressed. “Oh, nothing much. Just that you and Jeongguk were all over each other yesterday!”

“Jeon who?” You asked.

“Be so serious right now,” She couldn’t believe you. “Y/n, he’s like, super well-known around campus. Rich as hell and a jerk.” She added, “Cheated on Jayla, rejected me when you bet me to hit on him for five dollars.” Elaine huffed with her arms crossed.

Recalling how hilarious that day was, you laughed so hard your headache worsened tenfold. “I might die if I keep laughing,” you stuttered, gripping the kitchen counter for dear life. “Is that why you don’t like him?”

“This isn’t funny! You guys made fools of yourselves last night. I genuinely thought he laced your drink.”

Drink. The word triggers flashes of last night—Jeongguk approaching you, him bringing you water, a bottle of wine somehow appearing in your hands. Blood drained from your face as you remembered how you parted ways—throwing yourself into his arms, him not letting go, literally shedding tears as Elaine dragged you out of the frat’s backyard.

You’ll make sure to never drink again after this.

“Elaine, did I really—”

“Yes, Y/n, you did! Do you know how embarrassing that was? Don’t even get me started on the reputation you just gained yourself.”

“What are you talking about?”

“All his closest friends were there,” she said, serving her plate with freshly cooked eggs. “They thought you guys fucked or something.”

“Ew?”

“Did you really?” The question almost offended you.

“Stop! God, no, obviously not,” you shuddered. “Just because we hugged?”

“No, because Jeon fucks everything he touches,” she replies matter-of-factly. “He also got a little possessive, he wouldn’t let go.”

“Of me?”

“Yeah, we all fell to the ground because y’all wouldn’t budge. My biceps are sore, no joke.”

You slumped against the counter, hiding your face in disbelief. “Wait so, now people think I’m easy?”

“Yes. Now let’s just hope the rumor didn’t spread outside the frats,” she said, walking out of the kitchen with her plate full of eggs. “People were watching, you know? I almost left you there with that whore. Anyway, you better get ready—your first class starts in 20.”

You sprint to your room.

“Thanks for saving me a spot.”

Namjoon lifted his backpack from the seat next to him as you slid into it, placing your own bag on the floor.

“No worries, buns,” he said, noticing your wet hair immediately. “Were you in a rush this morning?”

“Tell me about it,” you muttered, rubbing your temples.

“Did you have a night shift yesterday? I don’t recall scheduling you late this week.”

“No, it’s just that Elaine dragged me to this party and I—” You stopped yourself. Were you really going to expose your half-secret to Joonie out in the open? Nuh-uh. “I’m just so hungover. Let’s talk later. Focus on class.”

Although curious as to what happened last night that got you this flustered, Namjoon chose to not push the subject, both of you focusing now on whatever the professor was droning about.

You liked that he always walked you to class. Obviously if his class was far or if he got busy he wouldn’t, but for the most part he did. You found it chivalrous, a trait that most men nowadays lacked. That’s why you liked Namjoon—he was friendly but polite, not shy to ask about your personal life but never stepping any boundaries. Not to mention his other great qualities, like how intelligent or hard working he is. You both had gotten originally close through Yeyo’s café—he trained and guided you along the harsh path of being a first-time barista—and having worked most shifts together, you became each other’s favorite co-worker, mingling whenever and hanging outside of work at times. At these occasional dates, the both of you learnt you shared similar struggles, like not having anyone support you financially or having complicated relationships with your families. All these things made relating to him easier. He never failed to make you laugh or help you see the good in the bad, and for him you were grateful.

Now you’re here—two months later, at the same university—him walking you to class while you complained about the workload your professor just assigned.

“I mean is he kidding? Not everyone has free time like him. I’ve got work!”

“I think his wife’s divorcing him or something,”

You gasp. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled at your reaction. “You know the professor’s assistant?”

“Oh, the one who wants you?” you teased with a grin, wiggling your eyebrows playfully.

Namjoon elbowed you gently. “Stop it,” he muttered. You laughed at his flustered expression.

“Anyway,” he continued, eager to change the subject, “the other day, I stayed after class to ask her for some extra points, but she got off track and started telling me all sorts of things about him.”

“Like what?” you asked, leaning into him with interest.

“Why do you sound excited?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t act like you don’t indulge in professor drama,” you retorted, crossing your arms.

Namjoon chuckled. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

“I’m not mad,” you shot back, avoiding his gaze.

“Then why won’t you look at me?” he teased.

“Okay, fine! Just tell me what she said, please,” you pouted, grabbing onto his arm, feeling the firmness of his muscles. You knew that whenever you did this, he’d give in—like that one time at the fair when you’d been so thirsty you begged for a water bottle that cost him twenty bucks.

He sighed, giving in as expected. “Well, according to her, his wife wanted a Chanel bag, but the professor wouldn’t buy it for her. Then, she thought he was having an affair, so she looked through his things, but she found out he lied about how much money he’d inherited, so now she’s filing for divorce.”

“Gosh, I almost feel bad for him,” you said, the corners of your mouth lifting. “Almost.”

“Meanie,” Namjoon grinned and squeezed your nose.

“Hey! Stop, you’re—” About to punch him for ruining your makeup, he darted away as fast as he could.

“I’ll kill that motherfucker,” you muttered, opening the door of your next class.

“And I was like, are you dumb?” Elaine exclaimed through the phone.

After your last class, you decided you’d stop by the nurse’s office to get something that would soothe your headache, when you recieved a call from your best friend. Though spontaneous calls weren’t surprising, what she had just informed you was.

Apparently, she met up earlier with Zia, who had the audacity to ask her if she found it embarrassing to have a friend who had slept with Jeongguk. And obviously, her being the bestest, most protective friend ever, denied the rumors going around the frats in attempt of clearing your name.

As you walked out of the nurse’s office and into the bustling campus, she continued, “And I swear, in that moment, I was about to punch her. I mean, I always knew Zia was a little dense, but this? Ugh, it’s infuriating! I don’t even know why we fucked anymore.” She sighed heavily.

You found a bench under a large oak tree and sat down, needing to process everything. You’d been too busy with classes to think much about the previous night’s events, but now, with the day’s tasks behind you, the anxiety started creeping back in.

“Did you guys actually fuck yesterday?” you asked, leaning back against the bench.

“No, we had literally just fucked at the sorority, when she started asking dumb ass questions,” Elaine huffed. “I think I’m never finding love.”

“Don’t say that, E,” you replied, rubbing your temples. “You’ll figure it out, don’t worry.”

Elaine’s voice softened. “How are you holding up, though? I’m sorry for everything. I can’t help but feel responsible,” she added, and you could practically see her pouting on the other end of the line.

You took a deep breath. “Honestly, I was too busy this morning to even care, but now that I have time to think, I kind of just want to hide from everyone.”

“I’m sorry. I love you, okay? Don’t forget that.”

“I love you more.”

“Well I got to go, I’ll see you back at the apartment.”

Listening to the ring which notified the call was over, you finally had some time to process everything. Trying to find where you went wrong, the most controversial thing that happened all night was the fact that you were hanging out with… Jeongyeo? Or was it Jeongyu? Uh, you’ll make sure to ask Elaine later. Anyways, you saw no harm from having an innocent chat with him. All you did was drink with a rich frat college guy— and basically cry to each other but that was too embarrassing to even think about—so your ever crumbling reputation made no sense. You guys didn’t fuck, most certainly didn’t kiss, and by now the guy should’ve cleared the rumors, so why were they making such a fuss over it?

It was all so childish. Yet, despite your attempts to rationalize it, your stomach churned, your hands grew clammy, and your mind raced with anxiety. Every passerby seemed to stare at you with judgmental eyes.

You sighed deeply. This felt like high school all over again. You had to pull yourself together. If these people wanted to make a fuss over nothing and use you as their entertainment, then so be it. You had bigger things to worry about—like paying your bills or pursuing a career. So, with that, you decided to push the drama to the back of your head and refocus on what really mattered, finally finding peace once again in your mind.

And at peace you were.

At least that was the case until you got back home, because as soon as you walked into the apartment, Elaine rushed over, breaking the news to you. “Y/n, you won’t believe this. That miserable old landlord is raising our rent!”

You blinked, trying to process the new discovery. “What? Why?”

“I don’t know,” Elaine threw her hands up in frustration. “I begged him to exclude us from the raise, but he wouldn’t budge. He said it’s either pay up or move out.”

Trying your hardest not to kill him right now, you paused. What were you going to do now?

Trying to keep an optimistic outlook, you replied, “Look, I know it’ll be hard, but we can do this. Let’s just take extra shifts at work and start looking for an affordable place to stay at.”

She wasn’t sure about your proposition. You both worked long hours as is, not to mention how time consuming and disrupting it was for school.

“Y/n, we barely get to sleep some days,” Elaine said so lowly it was almost a whisper. Finding the situation impossible, she added, “I’m dropping out.”

You scoffed, “Are you crazy? You’re not doing that,”

“What else is there to do Y/n?” She frowned.

Lips pursed, you racked your brain trying to come up with a solution. Dropping out was not an option, and if keeping your education meant being homeless, then so be it. You both had a car, so maybe you guys could sleep there until you found a new place. And if you had to shower, you could probably just ask Namjoon if-

“Oh my god! Namjoon!” You yelled as you reached for your phone.

“What? Y/n what are you doing?”

Dialing Namjoon’s number, you replied with a smile on your face, “Pack your stuff, we’re crashing Joonies place.”

Author: pls this took me long enough to post and im not sure i even like it lmfoaoaoa. nobody told me how hard and time consuming this was. anyways yall if it sucks LMK ! i’ll make sure to burn this post down if it sucks ass. shout out to anyone who finished reading the first chapter of this series ! omm ilysm. i’ll also try to comment the people who wanted to be added to my taglist, hopefully it works. bye !

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[okkos-ferrum]

Hot take maybe but like i feel the vile crew are a much more fun, dare i say, dynamic of a dynamic.

Like dont get me wrong i think zack and ivy are a fun duo that contrast carmen's badasssery with player acting as intel and shadowsan as a stoic support

But antonio, jean-paul, gray, and sheena (mime bomb too ig??) played off carmen better. (Tho to clarify not at all saying the writers shouldve had carmen hang around vile instead, they def were all bad influences on one another due to vile)

Like to me, cuz carmen is the mainly hyper-competant moral good of team red, she somewhat stands alone for it. Player is highly specialized, while idk what zack and ivy contribute specific to the team aside from extra manpower. Shadowsan may rival carmen in skill, but he has his own mistakes he's working to fix, so he's in no moral place to argue against her. As much as team red is filled with good wholesome family moments, carmen still feels kinda treated as the leader, and thus, seperate from the group. I wish sometimes there would be a conflict (no im not including the s2 conflict with the car and stuff idk that one was too inconsequential to me) between team red splitting hairs on how to approach a problem. Itd add some variety to each specific relationship carmen has with each rather than a generic friendly terms

The vile crew works as a more entertaining group cuz there are actual unique dynamics carmen has with each of the group members, as well as the group members themselves having unique relationships with each other. For the first point, cuz everyone is on the level playing field of some kind of competant thief, its not like carmen has the immediate, no-questions-asked role as the leader. Theres more of an underlying feeling she had to make a good impression aside from her skills to gain their respect, which to me is more realistic than zack and ivy suddenly attatching themselves to a then dismissive but skilled carmen during the boston caper. Like as contrived sheena just being a hater to carmen is, theres still something interesting abt her still tagging along with carmen as a reluctant friend/rival. As such, it challenges carmen to show a different side to her, like her constant need to prove herself, to the forefront, which in turn, helps also flesh carmen out more. In comparison, antonio is quite the opposite, being literally so nice to everyone regardless, which also makes him stick out (like for example, in the cs interactive game, he will readily help carmen out if u choose him to be an ally)

Each character in the vile crew have also unique groups. Unlike one blob of general friendliness like team red (aside from the over it dad energy from shadowsan lol), we see that antonio and jean-paul have a closer friendship within the group, similar to how carmen and gray also have a closer bond. Tell me the unique relationship zack has with player that is different from how anyone else treats player? Like its not much.

Theres def more banter within the vile crew as well, with sheena always being the sour one of the group. Moreover, there is the group collectively finding mime bomb to be the "weird guy in class" that is so endearing to me. They all challenge each other, like how they all judge gray's pun vile name, or how they sometimes make fun of sheena during their first mission. Yet admist all that, they still care and enjoy their company together, as seen with them still reminiscing the water balloon prank in season 4 or how antonio and jean paul are relectant to fight carmen the first time they see her again.

Idk i find it so funny how the show was able to make the vile operatives so endearing as characters, especially in comparison to tesm red whos a bit lacking

[tobiasdrake]

It's been almost twenty years and I still do not understand Scott's final scene.

Okay. So. Like. Scott goes up to Alkali Lake, where Jean was buried in the water and I guess we never bothered looking for the body and just left her to rot down there.

He seems to be going up there of his own volition. Like, he's just here to grieve. I get it. He wants to go feel his feelings in the place Jean died.

But then he gets there and we go straight to some ghostly shit. He hears Jean calling his name telepathically.

Jean's ghostly whispers lure Scott over to the water's edge where he has a breakdown over the increasing frequency with which she has psychically haunting him.

Why is she doing this? Well, all of this provocation serves a purpose, because he loses his shit and fires his optic blast angrily into the water.

Just shooting randomly into the lake that killed Jean so that her ghost will shut the fuck up.

I guess she was like trapped under a rock down there or something because he hit whatever he was shooting at. Firing blindly into the water unseals the ancient evil from its jar or some shit because suddenly Jean is free.

She erupts violently out of... Aang's iceberg, I guess? Whatever she was somehow alive inside of, deep beneath the waves for all of this time. She's been sealed in some kind of undersea containment with no oxygen or nutrition, which could only be opened by an external force hitting it really, really hard.

So Aang's iceberg bursts open and Jean's telekinetic power explodes from the water in a wave of force that throws Scott on his ass.

Then, in a wave of heavenly light, she arrives on the lakeside.

She is incredibly dry for someone who's been at the bottom of a lake for... weeks? Months? Years? But Hollywood's really bad about that and if we started harping on it now, we'd be here all day. We can just assume that steam-pressing her clothes and hair is an unstated side ability of the Phoenix powerset.

So Jean has Scott take off his glasses so she can see his eyes.

It's fine because she can control his powers for him. It's not clear how she's doing this; She just says "I can control it." Is she psychically suppressing his abilities by some function of his brain that he can't use for some reason?

Well, in the comics, brain damage is the reason he can't control his abilities. So actually, she might be. But they haven't established that in the film franchise because these movies don't really care about Scott except when he's competing with Jean for Logan's affection. These are Wolverine movies; Scott's just here for the Love Triangle.

Then, once Jean's seen the red and the blue of Scott's eyes, they kiss.

And the heterosexuality of this scene is so powerful that Scott's flesh begins revolting against him.

His skin crawls around his face like there are worms under it while Jean's kissing him which I would kinda get if she were Rogue but I guess Jean just really wanted to make Scott explode into goo directly in her mouth or something?

Why is she killing him?

Why is she killing him like this?

But also why is she killing him?

Is this meant to be her "losing control" like Xavier warned? Like, Jean was totally normal Jean up to this point but then mid-kiss her powers were like "LOL We're in control now bitch and we're gonna kill everyone!"

We never even see what she did to him. He doesn't leave a body behind. We later see her explode Xavier into dust so that's probably how she killed Cyclops but again if she did that while kissing him then she definitely got Cyke Goop in her mouth and it's weird that she would want that.

It's the Phoenix, of course. The Phoenix killed Scott while Jean was kissing him. But the Phoenix isn't a thing in this movie. She just has too much telekinesis. So it's weird. This whole scene of Scott laser-resurrecting Jean's vengeful wraith is weird, from beginning to end.

[rscroogedraws]

Rambles About Trying to Design/Draw Fashion on Characters

Back in 2023 when I came back to making stuff as R. Scrooge and focusing on cartoony looking art, I fell down a bit of a rabbit hole with fashion YouTubers.

At the time, I was working on a Total Drama fan comic and really wanted to push for having a few different outfits for any characters that might recur. It got me thinking about ideas like what color scheme does this character like, what kind of styles would they gravitate towards, would their fashion reflect current day or otherwise.

This kinda carried over when I started getting back into O.K. K.O. Its only shown up thus far with Boxman and Venomous stuff or my fan character. Scrooge has three standard designs to me: crop top with shorts, some hints at 60's Mod, or some variation of suit and tie.

For awhile, I had an easier time coming up with one-off outfits for Boxman since...I can imagine him in fun, ridiculous, really dad energy stuff. He can wear something tacky and it'd be in character. I'm okay with letting his fashion be all over the place: he can have a few high-fashion, competently put together fits and questionable Hawaiian shirt fare.

Actually, a better description is that I was more likely to shake up Boxman's look but I was probably drawing PV in a black button up or green jeans. I did experiment a little with PV outfits at one point, but more often, its just his canon outfits.

Other than these three, I have one alt. design for Fink that's a mix between her lab coat inspired dress but with a few punk touches and Converse boots. Otherwise, I've stuck with the canon outfits for the cast since I don't draw them often enough to play with that otherwise. I'm debating taking a crack at designing outfits for Cosma. I don't know.

I started to like the sexy lizard lady after spending a couple weeks writing a fanfic with her as one of the leads, lol.

I've also started trying to apply this to my own characters with questionable levels of success. I can confidently describe what their outfits or closet would look like! I even have 2-3 established outfit designs for most of them that I cycle through when I draw sketches or one-off things with them.

Sunny's outfits are majority off-shoulder tops, Converse shoes (with untied laces), and have a very summer weather feel to them. Joy is a seamstress. Her outfits feature her beloved ruffly accent, some kind of Victorian or lolita inspired element, boots, and definitely purple. Sussudio (the octopus alien) likes flowy dresses and skirts, preferably with a floral pattern.

I'm not all that confident in my grasp on fashion stuff but I'm gonna keep trying anyway. One day, I would LOVE to have Araki's attention to detail and care when designing outfits. Look at any Jojo's Bizarre Adventure character and that's a master class in designing fashion that gives that extra little insight for them as well as being a fantastic design period.

[sunskate]

2025 Canadian National Skating Championships

Kaitlyn and Ted tried to hammer home at this event how ice dance is the entertainment discipline, and i feel like that sells it short - it's like they're trying to dumb it down for the audience rather than trying to be more creative about communicating to lay people what to watch for and then letting them get invested in the performances and teams - i've learned more from youtube videos and Jean-Luc Baker talking through 4 practices than 6 seasons of ISU broadcasts

this event felt like it had a preordained gold and silver - it would have taken a disaster for that to change. but Piper and Paul and LaLa did deliver. Piper and Paul in particular feel so at home at Canadian events and tend to skate well. next season is probably their last, and they can be polarizing, but i'm realizing i'm going to miss them. in the real world, people who are unabashedly themselves aren't that common, and in ice dance, too, there aren't that many teams who have risen to a World podium level who have never stopped being a little weird lol and how beautiful is that

i think LaLa's programs are successful vehicles which show everything that makes them so so good - the speed, the musicality, the charisma, the skating skills, the expressiveness - the RD in particular, i haven't been totally convinced by the 2nd half - so far, anyway. the FD, they're beautiful. i'm not crying the way i always cried through Nureyev and Roses. and yet. it feels like they have a vision of something on a bigger scale, with more power, and they're not quite there but are on the verge. i'd be so excited if they break through and we see a new level from them at Worlds

Alicia and Paul gave performances that felt so cohesive and committed and musical. i was impressed by them. they had an assurance that felt mature. i'll be really happy if they make the Worlds team

Lauriault/LeGac - it was nice to see them looking more secure. the twizzle issues cost them a medal, i think. because clean, they would have scored above F/A. the changes to the FD worked really well, i liked the new costumes. if they'd been able to rework to this level a couple months ago, this might have gone their way

Lily and Nathan - this program was a big swing from everyone. an ambitious program which really stretched them. they took out that wicked choreo lift at the end which they'd worked SO hard on. give them credit for the balls it took to compete that lift as many times as they did. the more conventional ending probably allowed them to skate more full out, and they looked unified, the skating was beautiful. they were a little off the music in a number of spots, but i actually couldn't tell where the movements were supposed to go on the music, and that might have been part of the issue? but what did hit was really effective. i was kind of surprised to hear Ted and Kaitlyn saying this was an unusual FD choice, since it's skated in singles a lot. it's fabulous, colorful, genius music, so they have my heart for skating to it. i loved it, and i love them

[resetting37]

Hm. I do wonder what the other projects would think of Jean and Salem, aka, their least favorite people’s (Sean and trinity) children.

- celeste is kind of sad at first that they exist in the first place. She knows that the whole point of the Ellocast project was an attempt to create a “new line” of humans and Sean and trinity having kids in order to compete with each other sort of proved the project a success in a weird way. And that disturbs celeste. Nonetheless, she knows none of this is *actually* at the fault of the kids themselves, so when celeste does interact with them it’s out of kindness (and sympathy.)

- Seth at first thinks Sean and trinity had kids TOGETHER, willingly. Despite knowing those two hate each other’s guts, Seth then thinks it’s weirder that they got two *different* people involved with their kids. Would like to turn them against Sean and trinity though. He’ll try.

- Adam may ask questions on what it’s like being “half science experiment, half regular human” but beside that, I can’t imagine him caring too much about Jean or Salem (I think they’d like to try to annoy him though lol)

- Lilith is … nice, mostly for the reason she likes to stay at Audrey’s place from time to time or go on an adventure with advik and Morgan, so she runs into the kids the most. “That’s just Lilith, she doesn’t take care of us like the rest of the adults do. She’s just there sometimes,” says Jean.

[she-karev]

The Wingman (Jackson Avery x Alex Karev's Sister Friendship Imagine)

Previous Chapter Here

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: Two of Three

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

AN: I was aggravated that Jackson’s character development was declining in recent years so I decided to give him a sibling like relationship with Amber to put his good character traits forward. I plan on modeling their friendship after Mark and Callie only without the sex lol. I thought it would be fitting since he was Mark’s protégé.

Summary: Amber hears Andrew say something shocking to her causing her to fret. Meanwhile Jackson worries that Amber might like him but she and Alex set him straight.

Words: 3637

I walk inside the lobby wearing a Ramone’s graphic t shirt with jeans and combat boots carrying my clothes for tonight inside a black hanger bag. After I managed to obtain 14 numbers for Jackson two nights ago, he asked me if I was free for tonight and I said yes. I didn’t think being a wingman would be this much fun again but somehow it is when it’s at a city where the women are looser and have less standards. The Greenwich Village has a lot of bars filled with men and women who all have certain idiosyncrasies that aren’t fit for my med school friends I try to help.

Andrew is still out of town and I’m bored without him to keep me company. Plus, I actually kind of like hanging out with Jackson. It turns out we both like Michael Jackson, we both watch sports and have a secret love for Harry Potter. He likes the movies but hasn’t read the books and I read the books but haven’t seen the movies. I was willing to overlook that one flaw. We talked all night at the bar from debating the best 90’s song to the worst or scariest horror movie of all time. It was like talking to one of my brothers when I was a kid or one of the guys in my neighborhood.

I stop when I notice most of the hospital personnel are looking at me and whispering not so subtly. It’s been over a week since my past was revealed. I thought they would move past it by now. I guess it’s hard to shake off a crazy mom and crazy brother and the possibility of working with a future crazy person. I spot Jackson sitting in a chair at the lobby desk in his scrubs and I approach him knowing he has answers.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” He greets back, “What’s up?”

“Oh nothing.” I look around and glare at the gossiping hens, “Except I’m wondering how long their gonna stare and whisper at the girl with the crazy mom and crazy brother who almost killed her?”

Jackson looks up at me, “Oh no they moved on from that. Now their very interested in you dating the guy who almost sent your brother to jail after he beat him up.” I groan at that, “Trust me you’ll get used to it you just have to learn to move fast and keep your head down.”

I whisper, “Everybody knows? Does the chief know?”

Jackson chuckles lightly, “Oh honey even the cleaning lady knows.” I shake my head at the misfortune, “Everyone is debating if it’s revenge for you or revenge for DeLuca. I didn’t want to ask last night because we were having a good time but which is it?”

“Does it have to be revenge?” I ask frustrated and Jackson raises an eyebrow, “I know it looks that way but it’s not. I didn’t know what Alex did to him, we met at a bar it was all a coincidence.”

“Okay but why DeLuca?” Jackson asks me and I glare at him, “Come on tell me I want to know why you didn’t move on and choose someone who doesn’t have a bloody past with your brother.”

I decide to tell him since we started to bond last night, “He’s a good guy. He’s competent as a doctor it’s sexy and he’s very hot. And you know what else? He listens, Avery. It’s a very hard quality to find in a man believe me.”

Jackson spaces out for a moment but shakes his head, “I’m sorry did you say something? My mind just wondered off there for a second.” He grins and I chuckle at his joke, “I guess it comes from being a simple man.”

I slap his arm despite being amused, “Smartass.”

“Yeah also there’s a pool.” I look at him confused and he explains, “There’s a bet on how long it’ll be before you two crash and burn. Some of the nurses bet on 2 weeks but I like you and DeLuca so I put myself down for a month.”

“How generous of you.” I grin spitefully at him but a funny idea comes to me, “You know what put me down for two months.”

Jackson looks at me surprised by my turn, “Really?”

“A hundred bucks.” I say with confidence.

Jackson chuckles, “Wow you really have that much faith in this relationship?” I shrug, “All right but don’t come crying when you lose all your-”

“We’re at three months.” I confess with a proud grin and he freezes and looks up at me in shock, “Well five if you count us meeting at the bar and sleeping together the night I came to town for my interview.”

“You played me.” He whines, “You made a bet you already won.”

“Mama doesn’t play fair; mama plays to win.” I hold my hand out for the money, “I will accept cash, you look like you carry wads of hundreds all the time.”

“How about I give it to you in the form of drinks.” Jackson offers, “I’m probably gonna pay for dinner too like last time.”

“Most likely.” I nod, “Okay fine I like to eat and drink.”

“Are we still on for tonight?”

“Yeah, I got my outfit for tonight I think you’re really gonna like it, I get out by 8.” I turn to leave and I remember what I wanted to ask him, “Oh hey before I forget quick trivia.”

Jackson looks at me seriously, “Go.”

“House of a 1000 Corpses, Saw 4, or The Human Centipede?”

Jackson grimaces at the movies, “Are we talking scariest or worst horror movies of all time?”

I chuckle, “We have a new category grossest movie of all time, which one?”

“Oh that’s easy The Human Centipede.”

I narrow my eyes, “I thought you never saw it?”

“I read the Wikipedia plot.” Jackson tells me clearly disturbed, “I wasn’t able to eat for a week.”

I chuckle, “Well hey it’s a great way to lose weight.”

“I think your losing your touch She-Karev.” Jackson informs me with a grin, “Give me a challenge next time.”

“I’ll think on which movies made me queasier but I got to warn you I have an iron stomach.” I look at the clock, “Oh shoot I gotta go, I’ll text you when I get out same place?”

“I’ve been dreaming of hearing The Backstreet Boys on stereo.” I grin at Jackson’s comment and leave him to get ready for work.

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Jackson grins at Amber walking away enjoying her company the longer they spent together. He didn’t think the other night would end good if anything he was expecting awkward drinking and an awkward car ride after. Instead he got a great wingman who talked him up to over a dozen girls. Plus the conversations they had during were actually great, she was easy for him to talk to without missing a beat.

It started when they debated over the best 90’s song of all time. It got pretty heated as she was passionate about Thunderstruck by AC/DC and him with Black or White by Michael Jackson. However, Jackson was more impressed than annoyed that her favorite 90’s band was AC/DC instead of the standard NSYNC and Whitney Houston most of the other clubbers choose. After that they talked about topics, they shared in common like horror movies and baseball. It was all smooth sailing from there and they set up another date for tonight after she impressed him with her ability to get girls for him.

“Don’t even think about it.” He closes his eyes at the familiar womanly voice and turns to find his mother, Catherine approach him with a disapproving look.

“Good morning mother.” He greets her plainly, “Is there a reason your scolding me so early in the day?”

“Do not play innocent with me boy, I saw the way you looked at her.”

“Looked at who?”

“You know who that pretty sister of Alex Karev’s.” Jackson chuckles at her accusation, “Don’t laugh at me I heard that she left with you the other night and I find it suspicious you two choose to be alone while her boyfriend is in another country.”

“Ma that’s not what it was.” He explains, “Look she was lonely with DeLuca away I needed someone with me so I can get back on the horse and she offered. I wasn’t sleeping with her she was helping me find other women to sleep with.” Catherine narrows her eyes at him suspiciously, “She was my wingman, we talked all night and she’s not like that. She’s pretty cool actually.”

“Jackson, I don’t know that much about her but I’m here to tell you to be careful how you might unintentionally lead her on. It wouldn’t be the first time you got involved with an intern and it backfired spectacularly.”

“Uncalled for mother.” Jackson tells her sternly, “That was different, I was different and Karev is different. She’s Alex’s baby sister for God sakes, sleeping with her would be wrong on epic proportions and I wouldn’t do that not to her and not to Alex.”

“I know you wouldn’t, baby. The question is does she?” Jackson looks at her in thought as she leaves him.

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I walk down the hall carrying my outfit over my shoulders when I get a call. I pull my phone out of my pocket and grin at Andrew’s name popping up and answer it.

“Hey.” Andrew’s voice fills my ear.

“Hey. How’s it going in the land of pasta?”

“Good. The hip replacement took he should be out in two days and I’ll be back by the end of the week.”

“That’s great.” I tell him as I pass by nurses staring at me, “In other good news you left the country at the perfect time. Our relationship is on the cover of Gossip MD weekly so it’s awesome here in my end.”

Andrew chuckles lightly, “Well I would’ve taken you with me but I don’t think my whole extended family interrogating you would have been better.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” I tell him bitterly, “Screw it the cats out of the bag, what do you say we go out for dinner when you get back? Or maybe breakfast this whole time zone is confusing.”

“Amber Stevie Karev, are you asking me out on a date?” Andrew teases.

“I never should’ve told you my middle name.” I say regretfully but I grin, “And yeah I am, don’t worry there will still be some hot, secret sex in it for you at the end.”

“Well, when you put it like that how can I say no?” Andrew says breathy, “All right you pick the place and we can go there after you pick me up from the airport.”

I smile, “Great.” I remember something, “Wait do I pick a dinner place or a breakfast place?”

“Hmm, you can find a place that makes both.” Andrew suggests and I hear someone female in the background that I register to be Carina, “I gotta go babe. I love you.”

Andrew hangs up just as his last words hit me like a truck. I stand there frozen because those three words and eight letters DeLuca just said to me have made my Exe stop responding. The black bag I’m holding feels like it’s not there and I’m sure my face looks like when you pause a tv. It feels like my systems have shut down in response to a guy I really like saying ‘I love you’ about three months into our relationship.

“Karev.” I hear someone calling me but I’m still frozen, “Karev!”

I snap out of it when the voice gets closer and I turn to find Dr. Bailey behind me raising an eyebrow at me, “C-Chief hi um I was just-”

“About to get ready for pre rounds?” Bailey commands.

“Yes.” I remember that I’m at work so I move my limbs that feel like they’re made of cement, “I’ll do that sorry chief.” I walk away from her keeping my panic under wraps until lunch when I can get answers from another guy.

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Jackson sits across from Alex in the cafeteria getting answers from him about Amber so he knows his mother is worrying over nothing. Normally he wouldn’t listen to Catherine but her last words really hit him. He knows he would never make a move on Amber for obvious reasons but that doesn’t necessarily mean she wouldn’t do the same. He feels bad degrading her like this after he defended her but he has to know he’s not screwing things up again and while it makes him uncomfortable Alex is the best source to all things Amber.

“She doesn’t like you.” Alex says bluntly with a mouth full of sandwich, “And you’re an idiot if you think your mommy is right about my little sister being a cheat and floozy.”

“I didn’t call her a floozy.” Jackson states, “I was just concerned about how she would interpret that night other than just two friends hanging out.”

Alex chuckles, “Why because you’re an Avery and a plastic surgeon and a stud to all the interns?”

Jackson looks at him annoyed, “This isn’t about my ego.” Alex snorts at that, “It’s not! Look I like her as a friend and you raised her do you think she would see me the same very platonic sense or should I make myself clear?”

“You and your rich boy problems.” Alex grumbles and faces him, “Look you think there’s a problem because you’ve never had a female friend before.”

Jackson narrows his eyes at him, “Yes I have what are you talking about?”

“I mean you’ve never had a female friend you weren’t sexually attracted to or slept with.” Jackson wants to defend himself but Alex stops him, “You flirted with Altman, you kissed Yang, you married Kepner, dated Edwards, dated Lexie and now you think my sister wants to sleep with you. Can you see the problem here?”

Jackson looks at him stumped after that harsh truth, “So you’re saying I have nothing to worry about?”

“Unlike you my sister has been pure friends with the opposite sex.” Alex explains, “She grew up with two brothers, played sandlot with the neighborhood boys and slept with girls as far as I know. She’s not like other women she’s more like…a guy.”

“A guy?” Jackson asks.

“She doesn’t play games.” Alex explains, “She says what she thinks and she makes it clear that she wants someone. If she wanted you, which she does not, she would have told you last night trust me. You’re freaking out over nothing.”

Jackson feels a little more calm, “Yeah your right, your right.”

“I know I am.” Alex takes a bite of his sandwich before adding, “But if you make one move on my baby sister, I will punch you.”

“I didn’t see you sporting this attitude with DeLuca.”

“Well, I already made what I would do to him if he hurt her clear. And that was before they even met.” Alex reminds him just as Amber enters the cafeteria and approaches them.

“Get up I need to talk to him.” Amber tells them and Jackson interprets it toward him and stands, “No not you, you’re the one I want to talk to. Alex leave.”

Alex looks at her offended, “I was here first.”

“I am not in the mood to argue and if I were you, I’d move fast.” Amber says intimidatingly causing Alex to get up and Amber takes his spot across an anxious Jackson who’s uneasy being alone with her. Before leaving Alex makes an ‘I’m watching you’ gesture at Jackson out of view from Amber who looks at Jackson with an equally anxious face, “Okay I have a question for you as a guy.”

“Um sure go ahead.” Jackson says despite the ball of nerves in his stomach.

“Okay.” Amber clears her throat, “What’s the shortest time in realizing you love someone?”

Jackson chokes on his soda that he was sipping before looking at Amber frightened thinking she is talking about them, “What?”

Amber sighs, “Look something happened and-”

“Okay I’m gonna stop you before you say something that will implicate me in another human resources complaint.” Jackson groans in despair, “Damn it I hate it when my mother is right.”

“What?” Amber asks as confusion fills her instead of anxiety.

“Amber, I like you, you’re a great girl.” Jackson begins, “I liked hanging out with you as a friend. I think of you as a friend and maybe I did something last night to give you the wrong impression and I am sorry.” Amber looks at him blankly as he continues, “You’re an intern, your Karev’s little sister not to mention your dating DeLuca. Now I hate to hurt you but I have to if it means you understand that this, us, can never-” Amber interrupts him with a kick to the shin under the table causing him to groan in pain and take a moment as Amber looks at him offended, “On the other hand my mother has her moments of being wrong.”

“What is wrong with you?” Amber asks him bluntly.

Jackson rubs his shin, “So you weren’t…”

“No, you idiot!” Amber yells under her breath so they don’t draw attention, “I came to you because I needed a guy’s insight into the guy mind. I didn’t want to ask my brother because it concerns my boyfriend and it would be weird so I decided to ask you. You have more insight into this than my friends, you’ve dated before, you were married and you’ve led a very long life.” Jackson looks up offended by her calling him old, “We talked last night and I helped you get women’s numbers so you can sleep with them. What about that made you think I wanted to have that pleasure instead?”

Jackson’s pain passes and tries to come up with an answer but is stumped, “Um…because I’m an idiot.”

Amber nods, “Yes I already knew that but why do you have this assumption that I am a floozy and a cheat?”

Jackson sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, “Look I’ve never had a female friend before, at least not one I didn’t sleep with. I thought…or my mother thought you would misinterpret what happened and make a move and I am sorry.” Amber’s anger lessens at his genuine apology, “I’m sorry I jumped the gun, it’s all me not you I swear. Are you mad?”

“Yes I am!” Jackson flinches at her voice and looks at a few people looking at them, “As much as I want to hit you I need your help and your gonna sit there and listen to why I am freaking out and your gonna help me.”

“Freaked out about what?” Jackson asks and holds his hand up to solemnly swear, “I promise I will not make any more assumptions so just tell me what you were gonna tell me come on.”

Amber clicks her tongue, “He said it. DeLuca just said it.”

“What did DeLuca say?” Amber widens her eyes to indicate it and he realizes to his shock, “Oh god he said it? So fast?”

“Over the phone.” Amber bites her nails anxiously, “3 words, 8 letters that put me on a 11 on the stress scale. Oh god I am freaking out right now.”

Jackson sees her stress, “Yeah I can tell and I can see why you didn’t want to talk to your brother.”

“What is he thinking?” Amber asks incredulously, “We haven’t been dating that long and he goes and springs it over the phone. What is wrong with him? Was it an accident or a slip of the tongue?”

“I mean it could’ve been.” Jackson shrugs, “I said I love you once to a girl I was on a third date with but that was in med school and I had crammed for a final and didn’t get any sleep. He’s in a different time zone, his uncle is getting a surgery maybe he was tired.”

Amber exhales in relief, “Yeah, yeah, you’re right I mean it would be insane if he said it this soon and believe me I know insane. He didn’t mean it, it’s just a slip of the tongue that’s all.”

Jackson nods but feels the need to point out another possibility, “Unless he really did-”

“No, no, no.” Amber stops him, “Don’t say it, don’t even think it.”

“I mean come on it could be that.”

“It can’t be that.” Amber tells him stubbornly, “It would be disastrous if that was the case.”

“Because it would be too soon or because your scared to let your guard down.” Jackson suggests.

“You know what, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” Amber tells him annoyed.

“Really?” Jackson chuckles, “I thought my many years of living were a gift for you.”

“Well, it’s not and DeLuca is not in love with me and I am not scared to let my guard down.” Amber scoffs, “You know you don’t know me as well as you think you do Avery, I mean you thought I wanted to sleep with you.”

“That’s not…” Jackson clears his throat, “Yeah that is true and I apologize for that again.”

“You should and I am not interested in you, let me make that perfectly clear. I wanted to be nice after you saved my job but I will not stoop so low as to show you my gratitude in bed. Despite what you and Jennings think I have some class.” Amber stands up and walks away from Jackson who groans at the mess he caused.

Next Chapter Here

[10-days-of-freakin-olives]

I reached a point about a decade ago where I stopped trying to determine my health by my weight - I started keeping track of things like how I felt after walking the mile and a half to work, how many boxes I could stack and carry at once, how easily going up and down the stairs would wind me, that kind of thing.

What happened wasn't just that I stopped focusing on weight as a measure of health, although that's exactly what it did for me. At my healthiest, I am still fat, and I had to square with how I felt about that. But it helped me improve my self-image and self-care in a lot of other ways.

I also stopped judging myself against other people or societal standards and started competing exclusively with the person I was the day before. I wasn't aiming for a specific size or looking towards a finish line, I was just constantly in a state of editing the rough draft that is me to improve it every day.

I confronted the fact that the healthiest version of me was the me that regarded my fatness as a fact no different from my brown hair or the freckle on my nose - neither good nor bad, just...a thing that is a part of me, mostly due to genetics.

I stopped regarding eating better and working out as wholesale lifestyle changes and more as choices I make day to day to be kind to myself, whatever that will look like day to day.

I started practicing mindfulness entirely accidentally, focusing on how things actually, physically make me feel to help inform my choices instead of making decisions based on what I think I "should" do.

But maybe the biggest change was that it forced me to confront why I was doing all of this. If I was in it for my health, I needed to actually focus on my health and be honest with myself about what that means. If I was in it for cosmetic reasons, I needed to own up to that.

Lying to yourself about why you want to work on a part of yourself is only going to be counterproductive, because you're going to run into feelings of doubt and self-recrimination when you run up against the fact that progress isn't linear, you're going to have to deal with negative self-talk, and you can't manage that if you aren't even be honest with yourself about your own motivations.

I was in the weird position of being so invisible growing up that I didn't realize I was fat until a high school boyfriend pointed it out (while telling me he usually only goes for skinny partners, single-handedly tanking my self-esteem in one sentence, thanks for that you dick). No one ever picked on me for it because no one really noticed me at all, and I didn't really have much of an interest in examining my body or the ways it was different from other people's bodies (see also: not realizing that I was trans until I was almost 30). I was never self-conscious about my weight until then. I had no reason to be - I was healthy, active (to a point), and until my boyfriend made a point to tell me he was graciously making an exception to his "no chubs" rule because I had a cute personality, no one ever told me otherwise.

Remembering that means remembering that I had no reason to think I was ugly or unhealthy or worth less than other people because of my weight until other people took the time to convince me that I should. I felt fine. I felt healthy. I was living a good and active and happy life (or, as near as any teenager gets to that lol). And I was - and am - fat, but I didn't - and now happily don't - feel fat. I just feel like me. If I worry about not fitting in my jeans it's only ever because I hate clothes shopping. If I don't feel healthy, it's disconnected from my weight. I work on my heart, my lungs, my flexibility, my metabolic function - if that affects my weight at all, it's a side effect, not a goal.

It wasn't easy to get here. I still have bad self-esteem days. I still doubt my worth. I still deal with other people being dicks. But all the work I did to get here makes it easier to deal with those things every time they happen.

I'm just now getting back into my fitness journey after the winter slump hit me hard, but happily I can report that it isn't because I think I "look fat" in my photos - it's because my job's gotten more physical, and it requires more stamina than I currently have, and SCA camping season is starting soon.

It's not an easy place to get to by any means, but it's so, so worth it.

Just the fact that so many people talk about "feeling fat" and "looking fat" despite not actually being fat, betrays that it's fucking not all about health. People fear even this perceived proximity to fatness. "I feel fat today" means "I feel ugly and therefore some kind of unworthy". "I look fat in that picture" means "I appear uglier than I consider myself to officially be". Neither of them means "I feel compelled to check my cholesterol" or whatever

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

I actually am going to go Hard Mode.

Wolverine and Cyclops: Cyclops is principled, a good pilot, and will paint your toenails. Wolverine is primally sexy, appreciates fine tea ceremonies, and very adventurous. Yeah, Jean played them against each other, but in the best universe they are no longer with her but are both still friends (even though Scott was dumb about Emma, I guess, and who knows what Logan has going on now but you have plenty of him to choose from). You would get two cool boyfriends who have worked out how to not be jealous, and who will appreciate that you're the kind of telepath who plays mind games with billionaires and not your boyfriends.

Tony and Emma: I'm still in a universe where they decided to have a companionate marriage with benefits instead of whatever fake wedding dream secret identity never happened blah de blah bullshit. So obviously they see you across the fancy rock shop, like your vibe, offer to buy you a giant amethyst geode, and then you're on a yacht in Brazil.

LOL Hard Mode?

I definitely like your choices here. While not poly, it would be relatively easy to find myself involved with both people in these couples. Unlike a certain redhead (and my ex), I hate the idea of people making others compete for their attention/love and getting off to the insecurities and jealousies that that competition sparks. So yeah. Logan and Scott are so good together as friends (as partners in fanfic) and good teammates when they're not being fueled to rival each other. They'd make really good boyfriends who would both bring different good things to the table.

And with Emma and Tony - holy hell. My student loans would be paid off, other things would be paid off. They'd spoil with money and attention and affection, and let's face it, just like Scott, Tony's great at toenail painting and acts of service. If they want to buy me big ass amethyst geodes, I would not argue because they'd also make sure I had places to put all my pretty stones and pretty teapots, and I'm a great cook (and they generally, in the comics, aren't), so it's a win-win for all of us.

[pickalilywrites]

Enough

Request: Do you take shippy requests? If you do, could you try Jeankasa? I’d love to see your take on that. 

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Is it shallow to be attracted to someone because of how they look? Perhaps, but you’ve go to start somewhere. And, Jean realizes after watching Mikasa during training, he isn’t so much infatuated with her as he is in awe of her. He’s not so much entranced by how silky and dark her hair is than he is with how she flies through the trees during 3DMG training. It’s not so much her unusual gray eyes than it is the dark and stormy look they have when she’s fighting hand-to-hand during combat training, her eyes glistening as she comes in for the kill. It’s not so much her beauty, he discovers later, than her overpowering strength that leaves all of the other recruits in the dust as they try to catch up.

He doesn’t know when his feelings shifted from attraction to admiration but he’s fully aware of it when she’s ranked first out of all of the trainees. He finds his mouth stretching into a smirk when he hears her name called. She doesn’t glance his way when she walks past – of course she doesn’t since the only people she ever interacts with are Armin and that Jaeger idiot – but he clears his throat as she walks past and says, “Mikasa.”

She turns to look at him and he suddenly feels nervous for some reason. It’s a strange feeling. He’s hardly ever nervous but he has to struggle not to fidget when she fixes her gaze on him. “Jean,” she finally says and waits to hear what he has to say.

“Good job getting ranked first,” he says. He knows how stupid the words are as soon as they leave his mouth. Everyone knew she was going to end up at the top of the class. Good job? Not only was that lame, that was a huge understatement about her abilities. And who the hell did he think he was talking to Mikasa Ackerman anyway?

His thoughts are interrupted when Mikasa says, “Thanks,” and he thinks that perhaps it wasn’t a mistake to open his mouth.

She wants to see Eren as soon as she’s checked out of the infirmary and he tells her she can’t.

“Jean, if you don’t move from that door right now, I will not hesitate to crush your skull with my bare hands,” she growls.

He doesn’t doubt her for a second. After seeing her in action after the battle for Trost and during the 57th expedition, he knows she’s completely capable of destroying him if she so wished. And she was certainly angry enough for it. But he stands against the door firmly, hands folder, and says, “No.”

She glares at him and then her fist shoots out, punching the door just right next to Jean’s face. He doesn’t even have time to flinch. When she pulls her fist away, there’s a definite imprint in the wood of the door and her hand is bleeding. She doesn’t seem to feel the pain though and she just stares at him all the while. “You know what I can do. Now move.”

He swallows nervously. “The doctor said you needed to rest,” Jean says. “And I think your little display of power really just earned you another visit from the doctor and a lengthened stay in the infirmary.”

She’s only ever looked at him with indifference. The only times he’s ever seen such a murderous look on her face was when she was chasing down Annie Leonhart. Seeing how Annie turned out, he isn’t sure he wants to be on this side of Mikasa. Still, her being up and about isn’t going to help her heal any better.

“Kirstein. Move out of my way,” she hisses.

“You don’t even know where Eren’s room is,” he points out. “The doctor is going to put you back to bed as you’re wandering around looking for him.”

She squares her jaw. If looks could kill, he’d be dead by now. Still, she knows he’s right and sits down on the bed dejectedly. “You have to tell me where he is,” she croaks. “He’s my only family now. Please.”

Mentions of Eren usually had his temper flaring but right now he can only see Mikasa in pain, an unusual and rare state to ever see her in, and he remembers seeing Marco’s corpse on the street. He knows that pain. He finds himself taking a seat beside her bed, unrolling the bandages that sit on the dresser to wrap up her hand. “I’ll patch up your hand,” he says, already taking her hand and wrapping the bandages around it. “If you’re up for it in an hour, I’ll sneak you out of here and take you to Eren’s room.”

She’s never smiled at him either, he realizes, but she’s doing that now. It’s not a head-over-heels-in-love smile. Not a you’re-my-hero smile. It’s a smile of gratitude, partly polite but also somewhat friendly too. And he’d take this one over any of the other smiles.

“Ow!”

“Stop being a baby,” she grumbles, trying to patch him up the best she can. “It’s just a little cut.”

“You don’t have to be so heavy-handed with if since it’s so little,” he says back. “You’re surprisingly bad at this stuff.”

He hasn’t had a lot of one-on-one conversations with Mikasa prior to being picked as a member of Captain Levi’s special operations squad. Despite all of the horrors and dangers they face, he’s a little grateful that he’s had chances to get closer together. Even if she’s probably making his hurting him more than she’s supposed to healing him.

“If you think you can do a better job, be my guest,” she sniffs. It’s funny to see her so insulted, especially since she’s so much better than him at everything.

“Nah, this is fine,” he replies. “You’re almost done anyway, right?”

“Yeah,” she says, slapping a bandage none too gently onto his cheek. “You were whining way too much. That cut barely went through your skin.”

He smirks, running a thumb over the bandage on his cheek. “It’s fine.” Beautiful is usually the word he uses to describe her but right now, with her indignantly defending her horrendous nursing skills, the only word that comes to mind when he looks at her is cute. “You did a good job. Thanks.”

“You’re damn right I did a good job,” she mutters under her breath.

He has to stop himself from snorting, knowing that doing so would only make her lose her temper again. It’s nice, he thinks, knowing that there were some things she couldn’t do perfectly.

He’s nodding off when someone sits next to him. Rubbing his eyes, he yawns and blinks sleepily at the figure. “Mikasa?”

“Go to sleep,” she tells him. “I’ll keep watch.”

Watch over Armin or watch over the Titans, he wonders. Zeke had retreated along with Reiner and the four-legged Titan long ago but there was a slim chance they’d come back for their revenge. So much has happened over such a short time that it’s a bit overwhelming. He’s surprised he can even think of sleeping at such a time. Then again, the rest of the squad was sleeping, probably exhausted after the battle against Zeke and the rest of the Titans. Mikasa seemed to be the only one who couldn’t sleep.

He sat up. “No, it’s fine,” he says. “You should really be sleeping.”

“It’s fine.” He waits for her to tell him to lay down with the rest of the sleeping soldiers but she doesn’t. Maybe she wants his company. Maybe she just doesn’t want to be alone. Either way, he doesn’t mind staying awake with her. He thinks they’re going to sit there in silence when she asks, “Do you think Armin will be okay?”

“Armin?” he echoes. He glances at their friend who was unconscious next to a sleeping Eren. Although fairly weak compared to the rest of them, Armin was one of the last remaining members of the 104th trainee squad, of the Scouting Legion actually, and he wouldn’t be surprised if Armin successfully transitioned into a Titan Shifter. “I wouldn’t worry too much. Armin’s pretty strong despite how he looks. He’s brave too. Not like me. If I can make it this far, there’s no doubt that Armin will too.”

The last bit about himself was an offhand comment so he’s surprised when Mikasa comments on it. “Coward? Is that how you think of yourself?” she scoffs.

“You disagree?” He’s rather surprised. He didn’t think she noticed him enough to form an opinion of how he really was.

“You led the attack against the Armored Titan when Sasha and Connie were frozen in fear. Without you, we’d all probably be dead. What part of you is a coward?”

Just thinking about it sends shivers up his spine. Even when barking out orders to Connie and Sasha his whole body was shaken. He’s sure there was a quiver in his voice as he commanded his friends to snap out of it and take action. Although they ultimately defeated Reiner in his Titan form, he’d never want to do it again. He never wanted to see another goddamn Titan ever again. “The part that’s afraid,” he finally answers. “The part of me that never wants to set foot outside of these Walls ever again. The part that would rather die than see another Titan.”

She shakes her head. “That doesn’t make you a coward. That only makes you afraid,” she says. She pulls her legs up against her and rests her head on her knees. “Being afraid, that’s natural. Even I’m afraid. But having fears doesn’t make you a coward. Being a coward is when you’re frightened and you do nothing except cower in the corner, complaining about your fate but doing nothing to change it.”

It’s strange for him to hear about Mikasa being scared. He had always seen her as fearless, but he supposes that being fearless didn’t mean that fear was absent. It was as present in her as it was in him. He supposes he should thank her for her words but he doesn’t think it’s necessary. They’re as much as a comfort to her as they are to him. So he pulls his cloak over her shoulders and tells her, “Go to sleep.”

She frowns but doesn’t protest like he thought she would. She only leans back against the wall of the broken house they’re taking shelter in, extending her legs so that they’re almost touching his but not quite. “You should go to sleep too,” she says quietly.

“It’s fine,” he says. “I’ll go to sleep soon.”

Mikasa doesn’t say anything else to him and he doesn’t either. It’s been a while since they had a good rest. He must have nodded off sometime during the night but he wakes up for a half a second and vaguely realizes that Mikasa’s head is resting on his shoulder. If this had happened in his trainee days, he’d be over the moon. Now, however, he just appreciates the fact that there’s someone in the world that understands him.

She knocks on the doorframe even though the door is already open. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” he says, grabbing his cloak on the way out. He’d never imagined that he’d be walking beside Mikasa like this. It seems like he had always been fantasizing about her but none of his dreams could have shown him just how amazing she is, with her frighteningly hot temper and her deep loyalty for those she loves. Somehow, he thinks, he likes this real her that he had gotten to know far better than the ideal Mikasa that his imagination had created years ago when her first laid eyes on her. “So, the ocean. Who would have thought? And when I first started out in the military all I wanted was the sweet security that Wall Sina would have provided me.”

She chuckles. “If you could go back in time, would you go back and trade places?”

He doesn’t even wait a beat before replying. “No.” His answer is firm and final. “I wouldn’t go back. Not for any of it.”

“Oh?”

“Not after everything that’s happened,” he says. He used to be nervous talking to her but now he can’t even remember why he found her so intimidating. “I used to be okay with living in oblivion, but I’ve been through too much to turn back now. I want to be there when it ends.”

“And if it doesn’t end well?” she asks.

“Doesn’t matter,” he answers. “I want to be there. If the oceans rise, the Walls tumble down, everything turns to ash, I want to be there to see it.”

“Well,” she says. “At least we won’t be alone if that happens.”

Maybe if this were romance story, one with less death and more happiness, he’d reach out and take her hand. That might have even been something he would have done had he not faced all of those tragedies during his time in the Scouting Legion. But he just basks in this moment he’s spending together with Mikasa, walking side by side with her. That’s enough for him right now.

[kkusuka]

We all know how looks can be deceiving right? I’d love to request head cannons of Kuroo, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Konoha, Terushima, and Atsumu with a gf that’s gifted with that super-soaker, wet-wet pussy, a pro at riding that dick, and has the gwak gwak thotty throat slobber 9000 but she is so shy, cute, and innocent at first glance. She looks like the soft-spoken librarian but when they get down and dirty, she puts her body to work and these bois just don’t know how to act from how amazing she is. Let’s say they teased her too much, so she revoked their sex privileges for a few days (not knowing how addicted these guys are on her body). Desperate bois are best bois 😈

:o

i’m shell shocked anon, you’ve blown my mind

Cw: hair pulling, super WAP, kinda fem dom but not really, severe pussy-whipped men  

Kuroo

firstly, he thought you were the innocent type up until you sucked him off for the first time

Honestly, he thought you were a total virgin prude

It wasn't really his fault, you two had met as lab partners for an AP chemistry class

You know, a class full of nerds and people he just assumed would get a job and married when they were thirty

Looking back he should have caught on after seeing you unconsciously jerking of a test tube

But, contrary to popular belief, kuroo is not the social cue master

After a few months of dating, you guys were just a horny time-bomb

Ahh~ the first blow-job, one for the books

He should have known it was going to be good just from the way you were unzipping his jeans, was it normal to almost cum just for your girlfriend palming you?

When you did get his dick out and had it all the way down your throat within the minute, he really did think you were a godsend

He didn't even know what you were doing with his balls, but whatever it was it was working

You didn’t gag or cough, even when he grabbed that back of your head and practically face-fucking you

(the real kicker was when you licked your lips after he came  and gave him that small fucking smirk, mans was done for and he knew it)

Even with all that, nothing, and I mean nothing compares to the first time you guys went at it

when I say that you guy made out for five minutes when he went under your panties and felt the pacific ocean in your panties

He was about to propose right there (and about to cum in his pants for the thousandth time)

He didn't need to but he still rubbed a few circles around your clit, but apparently, you were ready enough

Considering you grabbed his dick and fully sunk onto him in one motion

Poor baby didn't know what hit him

You had to have done this before, and if he hadn't met you in class he would have been sure you slept around and learned everything in the book

You would clench every time your sims met and- AND THAT THINGS WITH HIS BALLS AGAIN

His mind was bungled, especially after you had both come and you fell onto his chest going back to the shy and sweet version he knew you as.

What the hell was that????

Was he fucking you or were you fucking him?? Because at this point he didn't even care

After that experience, you fucked like bunnies, all the time, even in school more than a few times.  

And we all know kuroo can't shut his mouth

And he always teases you about how cute and mouse like you are outside the bedroom and how it's like he’s dating two different girls

....that hit a nerve...

Two different girls??? Well he’ll just have to endure one girl until he realizes what a blessing you are

5 days, 120 hours, 7,200 minutes, and 432,000 seconds, that's how long he lasted

He was going insane, and so he explained that he didn't mean it in a bad way and that he loved how you acted

Forgiving him you rewarded the poor cat boy, 5 rounds for five days

(he didn't want to admit it but he’s pretty sure his dick would have fallen off if you didn't relent when you did)

(he just didn't want to admit that he was pussy-whipped)

Bokuto

You actually had met at a library

One of his teachers wanted him to get a bit of extra tutoring and volunteered you for the job.

You had hit it off great! Personality-wise

(you’ll never tell him but it was frustrating that he clearly didn't understand anything you were telling him)

And you were so sweet and cute, and such a good teacher

He would know that if he wasn't too busy just staring at you and thinking about you and thinking about what you like and what you wear outside of school

(or how good your lips look, or how your thighs look so soft, or that when you get up he can see under your skirt.)

Your guy’s first time was an experience

(bokuto is the cunny easting master, don't call me out)

More cunny juice = more food for owl man

He was excited, somewhere in his mind he knew that it was gonna get better from then on

He wasn't wrong either, although he didn't let your mouth near his dick just yet, he knew that would be good considering the ‘art’ you've created on his neck

The true fuckary started with him on top, but the second he was in you he...froze

Poor baby was shell shocked, you felt better than he had thought, and he just slumped over, you thought he came but he wasn’t ready for it to end so soon

He just sat there for a few minutes, fucked out, before you just decided to flip you both over

That was more his speed at the moment

So he grabbed onto your hips for dear life and you got working

Within two minutes the two of you had created a pool of juices on his bed (bokuto had a lot of precum ok), not that he really cared

You were not competing with anyone but he already had you 2 to 0

(point 1 for the meal and point 2 for being an Olympic dick-rider)

I am also a firm believer that bokuto thrusts up, he just can't help it

You are too addictive, or the way you ground onto him in between every bounce was addictive

I also don't believe that you could even truly deny bokuto sex, he was good at guilt-tripping and he was soooooo adorable

(not to mention the puppy dog eyes  he does that could convince good to do his will)

So I’m sure the only way he wouldn't get sex would be no nut November.

(aka the devil's month of torture, actually not month, week give or take)

This year it just happens that he set a new record, 8 days

He went a whole 8 days without trying for sex

Truly he went about 10 days before he stopped begging and just took matters into his own hands

(under enough pressure Bokuto become a hard dom and no one can say otherwise)

The entire time he was telling you how pretty you were and how well your pussy takes him and that you had no ‘right’ to tell him he couldn’t have sex

He even gained a new phrase “this pussy belongs to me”

You were going to have to set some things straight once he was done ;)

Iwaizumi

You were on the student council, it felt sacrilegious to think anything but pure thoughts about anyone on the council

(that didn't really stop him)

honestly, from the moment his crush festered he wanted to ruin your little innocent vibe  

You always smiled so sweetly at everyone, and just seemed like a true goody two shoes.

And that point seemed to have been correct when you began to date

Until! The fateful day where his perceived innocent girlfriend pulled a full 180 on him!

Firstly, you had offered, out of the blue, to suck him off in the middle of the movie you were watching.

Second, he asked if you knew how, and you giggled at him with that smile he loved so much

Thirdly, when you did get his dick out, you swirled some of the pre-cum on his tip with your thumb, he started getting a bit suspicious

Lastly, you completely swallowed him down, face pressing on his hip, cheeks hollowed.

That’s when he realized that you did know what you were doing

(that also arouse the thought that you had been with someone else, which was counteracted with the fact that you knew how to suck dick by practicing on hair brushed and popsicles)

((it also helped that you barely had a gag reflex))

Truly trying to put that to the test, dom iwa came right out, grabbing your hair and telling you  to suck harder

And you impressed the man, to say the least

After that he had to fuck you, he really just had too

For the first time, he went with a solid missionary, just to test that waters

He didn’t think anyone's pussy should feel like that, but since you were his it was ok

All was well he was lost in the feeling of your pussy and the deciding moment was when you pulled him against you and started to grind your body onto his

You were putting a whole lot of body into it too, and you were so soft, and unless he wanted to cum early something was going to have to change

So he flipped and changed to doggy style, which made thighs worse???

From there you got tighter and he could see all of the wetness drips from your fold onto the sheets

Yup, you were the one for him

(solidified when he pulled your hair and you moaned like a street whore)

As for the no sex thing, that was a ride

It started when Makki asked you if you were always dripping for iwa

And after a week of no sex, he confessed to letting them on his phone and  watching a recording of one of your nightly escapades and he was sorry

(and he just wanted to show them what they were missing, y’know brag a bit)

That was, and he says the only time, he let you try to dom him

You truly were the most amazing woman in the world

Konoha

( i made him kind of an ass lol sorry)

You wee the girl who sat next to him in class

(not to be mean, but he thought you were a nerd)

You always had your uniform covering everything and you were always playing with your short sleeves

You raised your hand a lot in class, always had a pencil to borrow

He just assumed that you had cobwebs in your pussy

Proven wrong at one of the volleyball teams parties, you had apparently been dragged there by a friend (surprising)

And you both were dragged onto some weird spin the bottle game

The bottle would spring and someone would draw an action from this jar and the two people would have to do it in a bedroom in the house

Seeing as that’’s how fate goes you and him were chosen

A blow-job card was chosen

And he laughed with a friend about how you wouldn’t know what to do

Mistake, that struck a real nerve, was this guy for real?

Oh hell no

Being the baddie you were, you walked to him, grabbed him by the arm, and locked lips, breaking away after a moment you asked if he was ready to go.

Poor boy didn't even respond, he just nodded and stood up

Two minutes in, he knew what he had done

You were blowing him like it would be your last time, it should be illegal to be able to suck someone off that well

And damn you pulled away right before he was going to cum.

And then just left him! Walked out of the closet like nothing had ever happened

That couldn’t be it, he wouldn't let that be it

After two weeks of non-stop begging from the guy you agreed to a date, which led to many dates

Which led to him finally being able to fuck you

God damn, he didn't think it would get better, and it did, it really did.  

You were laying on top of him and grinding your entire body onto him

Dripping all over him and squeezing him like crazy

He was never going to let you go

Now, that same friend from that party seemed very intrigued with your relationship

And he just can't help but tell him about how amazing you were, it just sucks that he did it right in front of you in the middle of lunch

Pussy pass revoked

He didn't think he did anything wrong so he went two whole weeks without any touch and he went crazy

He fell apart and apologized

After he begged enough you gave him the pussy pass back

And now he doesn't do anything to jeopardize it

Terushima

this is gonna sound weird

But

I feel like terushima knows when someone is a good lay

It's like a secret talent of his, he just knows and his radar went off when he saw you

But he thought it was wrong at first considering you were wearing leggings and a huge sweater

Not good fuck material  

But he had to make sure, so he just walked up to you and asked if you were a good fuck

Surprisingly you didn’t punch him in the nuts, instead, you laughed at him and said that he would just have to find out

And that he should at least take you out to dinner first

Adm he took you up it, made it the best damn dinner date he’d ever be on

And you reward him

With what?

The best damn blow-job he’d ever get as long as he lived.

And it fit that to the T

It started with the little licks and swirls, then, you gotta catch the man off guard, and just take his entire dick in your throat

And with that, he was sure he had superpowers

When He came, fairly quick for his taste, you swallowed all of his cum and he was ready to marry you

If he needed to take you on a date for that, he would take you on a date every day for the rest of his life

(not every day) but that's what he did

But eventually, just a blowjob wasn't enough, oh no he knew you had a tight hole

And he knew you were gushing most of the time (ushy gushy my pussy-)

If making him suck the fingers you used to fuck yourself after he came was anything

And you tasted good, really good

He was so ready for it that he let you ride him the whole night

He thought his dick was a]going to fall off, you were just that damn good

It was insane, you were almost using him as a dildo, grinding your clit on the base of his cock

And you looked glorious, he was going to have to talk to you about recording it so he could watch it over and over

Maybe show a few people-

And that's what he did, poor unfortunate soul got the silent treatment for two days before he fell apart

He literally got on his knees and asked for forgiveness

(biggest simp on the planet, but only for you (and your dripping cunt))

He’s sure to never do it again, he’s also sure that if you asked him to step on him he would let you

(and I think he’s the most pussy-whipped)

Ok maybe you didn't fully forgive him until he showed you what his tongue piercing could do, but it was worth every moment.

Atsumu

Honestly, he was dared to sleep with the next girl who walked through the cafeteria door

And that just happens to bring you, miss. I remind the teacher there was homework

(Well he actually wasn’t really sure about that but that's what you looked like and he was already regretting his decision.)

In defense of him, your hair was in a messy bun and you had this teacher's pet aura around you

But he would be damned if he lost this bet to his brother and Suna, oh no

The moment he wa[lked up to your table you knew what was happening, and shut it down immediately

After that, you officially had his attention!

Lucky you!

Unlucky you for the fact that all he wanted to do was get in your pants.

But lucky you again because you could hold this over his head!

But one day you just woke up and chose dick (respectable)

So when atsumu did his daily “c'mon baby, you know you want some” you just stood up, scaring him

(he finally thought you were gonna kill him)

Instead, you grabbed him by the dick, literally grabbed his dick through his pants, and tugged him all the way to the roof

“Hey-hey baby, no need to be that rough”

“Shut up, Miya. pants down, now”

That was not where he thought that was going but he isn't going to complain.

“You want your dick wet so bad? Here you go!”

Honestly, he could die happy.

Not so sound gross, but you were slobbering around his cock like a pro. Now that left the thought, you had to have done this before.

You had hands on the back of his thighs pushing him further down your throat, hollowed cheeks, damn he should’ve done this was sooner

He was gonna cum-

And your mouth was gone, your hand was jerking him but that wasn't nearly as nice

“Lay back.”

Yes, yes he will do that. If what’s about to happen is what he thinks is about to happen  

And now your pussy was above his face. Ok a little detour but he’ll take it

You were literally dripping onto his face while he got to work, and you went back to sucking him off

Yup, heaven.

After you both came he made sure to tell you that that had to happen again.

And it did, you rode him to hell in the hole to heaven, and he couldn't help himself from telling the entire volleyball team about how good you were

Now he really didn't think about what would happen if the news got back to you

But he definitely didn't think that meant a whole week of nothing

Well nothing for him, you made sure to send him more than a few videos of rigid dildos and fingering yourself

A week of torture, but when it was finally over he had an entirely new folder of spanking material

he was sure about who he told about your escapades, as in he told himself and Osamu if he just wanted to vent

poor guy was paranoid now

[chickensarentcheap]

Tumblr won’t let me answer the normal way @tragiclyhip​

They don't go out on a lot of dates, mostly because Spiderhead is in the middle of nowhere and on its own island, and they'd have to go to  the mainland.  So it's a lot of dinner dates in his quarters,  watching movies, just hanging out.  But they do travel to the main land and normally will stay overnight there when they do.   Then it's dinner out, shopping,  seeing sights etc

2.   Other than sex? LOL.   They will watch movies,  play cards,  video games even.

3.   Steve is up bright and early.  He works out (we saw a glimpse of that in the film) and then he'll wake her up and they'll have coffee together, someone will make breakfast.  They like their mornings together. Before going back to the whole 'boss and employee' facade

4.  Maizie.  She's very quick lol.    And very calm and deadpan.    Steve can't compete in this category. Not against her.  

5.  Steve is into eighties shit like we saw.  So Supertramp,  Hall and Oates,  Foreigner,  Deep Purple.   Maizie enjoys the 80s pop.  Whitney Houston, Wham, stuff like that.  But she's definitely more into current music.  Soft rock,  pop,  easy listening,  she enjoys some classic rock. Queen,  Bowie especially

6.  Not really.   I mean,  Maizie didn't know for the longest time that it was Steve's company and there was no protocol committee. She thought he was just the warden in charge.  For quite a while.   She doesn't really have any secrets.  She had a patient that had asked her to help him commit suicide.  Off the clock. And she did.   But she told Steve about that pretty quickly into things.

7.   Steve loves that she's incredibly smart,  tenacious, and independent.   She doesn't seem him as weird or 'messed up' and she shows genuine interest in his work and science in general.   She makes him feel good.  Beyond sex.  He's not lonely anymore.  Maizie loves his intelligence as well; she hasn't been around many geniuses.   She loves the boyish side of him that sometimes sneaks through. This almost childlike innocence, in a way.  He makes her feel safe and secure.   And not so alone.

8.  Pretty much like Steve's does in the movie.   I mean, she has her things hanging around lol.  And she's added little touches here and there.   Her actual room at Spiderhead is quite nice.  It's spacious and bright and faces the water and is one floor below his.   She's done it up in yellows, oranges, greens, blues.  It's a little sanctuary away from the reality of it being a penitentiary.  

9.   Steve I think.  At least the Steve he wears while working.  It's business casual.   She wears scrubs mostly when working.  She's a jeans and t-shirt kind of gail when she's not.  She does like those long gypsy or peasant type skirts,  boho kind of tops.   But for the most part, she's jeans and tees. But she cleans up very nice.  He's taking her to like business type dinner things and it's evening dress, hair up, make up, that kind of things.

10.   Most people think "WTF?"   LOL.   Mark can't quite wrap his head around it.  "You and Steve? Steve and you? WHY?". To him they're so different and Maizie deserves better.  Someone that's...well...not a sociopath.   The inmates...they're so doped up they don't give a shit. For the most part. Heather HATES them together and for a while was a total bitch to Maizie, but eventually calmed down.  Lizzie and Jeff both think Maizie can do a lot better.  Yeah, he's good looking and charming but he's odd AF and a little unhinged and she's so...normal lol. Big Rogan doesn't like the idea. He has a crush on Maizie and tries to woo in her his own way lmao

[tysonfurybattlepass]

12,22,39 for Kali, Cal, and Algernon? 💚

hoo boy, i havent done anything for Cal or Allie in a while! my fav evil boys<3

Kali first!

12. What’s an outfit they’d despise wearing vs. one they’d love wearing?

kali prefers not to wear clothes; they increase drag when swimming and her subcutaneous fat is all the insulation she could ever need. that being said, she does have a fur robe that she wears when not in the water (a common garment for her people) and it’s very fluffy :)

22. How do they view themself?

kali is pretty neutral in her self image, i guess? she doesn’t really have a strong sense of self, if that makes sense. she knows that she exists, and feels, but she can’t exactly define her personality as that sort of self image is usually based around interaction with others, which she gets very little of (by her own choice). if she had to describe herself she would probably say that she’s competent and reliable.

39. What’s their greatest secret?

probably the whole ecoterrorist killing spree and predation upon humans stint she did a while back. in her defense, you guys just hate to see a girlboss winning❤️

Ok now for Cal

12. What’s an outfit they’d despise wearing vs. one they’d love wearing?

cal might be a grown ass man, but he’s still an emo. he strongly dislikes bright colors and khaki and would rather die than be caught in a polo lol.

22. How do they view themself?

cal has incredibly conflicting opinions about himself depending on when you ask. his self image spikes and plummets very harshly without any kind of healthy middle ground. either he’s better than everyone else in every way and everyone needs to know it or he doesn’t even want to be perceived at all

39. What’s their greatest secret?

cal has a lot of secrets, but the one he’s so desperate to hide that even he doesn’t know it consciously is definitely that most of his harsh and borderline cruel judgements of people come from personal insecurities that he projects outward. chances are if he hates you and thinks you’re pathetic it’s because you remind him of himself. he has done a lot of harm to people who didn’t deserve it because of this tendency to project his self loathing. he’s a protagonist narratively speaking but cal is actually a really bad person and a big part of his story is coming to terms with the fact that just because he’s no longer the victim doesn’t mean he’s escaped the cycle. he’s just become the problem.

allie boy time

12. What’s an outfit they’d despise wearing vs. one they’d love wearing?

algernon hates formal wear to a vitriolic degree. it is a point of pride to him that he does not know how to tie a tie. he prefers very basic but practical clothing and refuses to get rid of jeans with tears on the knees even though his sister begs him to.

22. How do they view themself?

algernon has a pretty shaky understanding of himself as a person. it’s something he’s still trying to figure out. a lot of his formative years have been blocked off from his memory so he often feels like he doesn’t really know a whole lot about himself.

39. What’s their greatest secret?

he’s afraid of getting better.

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ʺ  BONNIE WINTERBOTTOM   ︰   𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒 .

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘:  @magizian 🫶🏻

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆:  whoever won’t kick my ass for tagging them in something so long?

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟷    :    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.    

NAME  :  her middle name is jean, if that’s what you’re digging for. not too exciting once you’ve already heard her last name.

EYE COLOR  :   dark, dark brown. in a lot of lights the iris and pupil just kind of blend and they’ll seem to be pure black.

HAIR STYLE  /  COLOR  :  naturally it’s probably best described as light brown, but it’s been dyed blonde since she was about thirty. it progresses from a bob in s1 of the show to like, a pixie cut ‘currently’. it’s very straight and very thick. 

HEIGHT  :   she’s 5′4″ (barely), but if we’re anywhere near the show timeline she’s in heels pretty much always. 

CLOTHING STYLE  :  pant suit in single color (usually bolder, the older she gets). button-up blouse with some crazy print on it. comfy, at home. owns more grandpa cardigans and pj bottoms than most of us will ever see in our lifetimes.

BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE  :   her eyes (huge) / lashes (miles), probably. invented being bambi. her skin is also so flawless It Makes Me Sick, but there’s nothing especially noteworthy about the tone or whatever.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟸    :    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.    

FEARS  :  [enneagram vc] Losing Her Support And Stability. also, just in general, anything bad ever happening to anyone she loves that she cannot personally stop in its tracks. and she is a self-proclaimed hypochondriac. 

GUILTY PLEASURE  : she pretty much thinks enjoying anything is a guilty pleasure. nobody is supposed to know she smokes, though, so probably that, if we’re playing by the rules here.

BIGGEST PET PEEVE  :   incompetence lol she’s VERY patient in the sense of like, waiting for things to happen, but she can deal with people being bad at their jobs for about two minutes before she just starts doing it herself 

AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE  :  retirement. god bless. she wants a family but her boyfriends keep dying and it’s usually kind of her fault if we’re being honest [my actual ‘canon’ is kinder to her but where’s the fun in joking about that] 

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟹    :    𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒.

FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP  :   1. still here? 2. damn. 3. phone. Where Phone. did anybody have a near death experience while i was sleeping that they personally requested i attend? no? okay. good. 4. what do you mean i have 88 unread text messages and 81 of them came from someone texting me from inside my house 5. [screaming] 6. coooffeeeee

WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT MOST  :   like that list is hard to deduce for anyone who has seen like 6 episodes of htgawm. but also, what her next trauma haircut will be

WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED  :    not shit, baby. she just drinks her bourbon and passes the hell out. she sleeps like a rock.

WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS  : not being a rich guy

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟺    :    𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒    𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑?

SINGLE OR GROUP DATES  :   you say that like she’s ever been on an actual ‘date’ in her whole life (but single) (you wouldn’t wanna try a group date even if you’re literally all in a poly ship) 

TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED  :   um

BEAUTY OR BRAINS  :   she definitely has her preferences but, she could date somebody she didn’t find Beautiful. she could not date somebody she thought was an idiot. except for that one time

DOGS OR CATS  :  you’ve met her

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟻    :    𝐃𝐎    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘…

LIE  :  astonishingly well? yeah. it’s always intentional, though --- which is to say, if she’s not in the right mind space when she tries, she’ll get flustered (but this only happens when she is very, very comfortable with you). 

BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES  :  she’s not unreasonable. she’s pretty aware of what she is and isn’t good at / what she can and can’t change. she gets self-conscious, but she doesn’t stay that way. that said, she will always have an inferiority complex in literally any situation where she feels like she’s being #competed with romantically, so you can imagine the stress she is under

BELIEVE IN LOVE  :  does she believe in anything else lol DON’T tell her i said that

WANT SOMEONE  : it’s kind of her thing. yearning. look up the verb ‘to yearn’ and she will just be there like HEATHCLIFF, IT’S ME, I’M CATHY, I’VE COME HO-O-O-OOOOME and it’s like. a renewable resource. she just keeps being like that

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟼    :    𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘    𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑…

BEEN ON STAGE  : most certainly not

CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN  :   i mean, she’s tried before, but she’s [her vc] a grown-ass woman

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟽    :    𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒.

FAVORITE COLOR  :  blue

FAVORITE ANIMAL  :  butterfly. no use for real animals but if you made her go to a zoo she would probably pick something stupid-looking like a penguin 

FAVORITE BOOK  :  she can’t read. she works 26 hours a day

FAVORITE GAME  :  the american legal system. she’s canonically great at pool

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟾    :    𝐀𝐆𝐄.

DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE  :  30 june.

HOW OLD WILL THEY BE  :  she’d be 38 if these things worked that way

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟿    :    𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.

I LOVE  :  coffee 

I FEEL  :  not caffeinated enough

I HIDE  :  alcohol from annalise, so i can drink it myself and be a good wife at the same time

I MISS  :   getting away with it without those meddling kids 

I WISH  : she’s not that fun. she’s an istj

[dreaming-of-assclass]

Group 4 Adult hc’s please 😭 they’re all precious! Thank you for loving Group 4

YES OMG! I love this! And you’re so right 😭 They are so precious and I adore them 💜

WAIT. I wasn’t sure if you meant individual hc’s or ones of them all together 😭 If I messed this up, lmk and I’ll do new hc’s!!

Karma Akabane

He’s a distinguished bureaucrat by day, a compete fucking disaster by night

No who am I kidding

He brings chaos no matter what time

Lives to drive his co-workers insane, even if he gets along with them. It’s just a habit of him being around anyone lmao

His apartment is really expensive and nice...except it’s also a fucking mess.

See when he was a kid and lived alone, there was still a maid around. He didn’t live like a slob.

But as an adult with no supervision whatsoever....well, he kinda lets loose. A lot.

Drops his $500 suits right onto his floor, has piles of clothing around, his official government papers are laying everywhere, like Karma, isn’t that illegal??? Lmao

Invites his co-workers out for drinks, or he happily goes along if someone else invites him. Actually makes more of an effort to be social as an adult, surprisingly.

Irritates Terasaka whenever he gets to see him...which is fairly often hehe

Also likes to barge into Group 4’s lives...literally. Like he’ll randomly show up to Nagisa’s classroom, sneak onto Kayano’s film set, invite himself into the nursing home Kanzaki is at and befriend elderly people, etc.

No matter what though, you can’t change Karma lmao. He will go to ridiculous and edgy methods in his job, even snoop on government officials outside of work

You DO NOT want him as an enemy. If any politician crosses him, Terasaka tears up on their behalf. “Just try to survive, man.” “Uh, what?” “You’ll see.”

Competent adult rating: 5/10

Manami Okuda

It’s not surprising of course, but she’s totally dedicated to her work and research. Her loved ones have to remind her to take breaks often.

Her apartment is generally tidy because she’s barely there.

Her work desk space on the other hand...is hella messy lol. She tends to throw papers around in the middle of stuff, and there are a few old food containers or takeout boxes from late night work.

She likes to tie her hair up in a braided bun often, to keep it out of the way. That’s mandatory for lab work anyways.

Dresses in a lot of casual but comfy attire, like blouses, jeans, skirts and boots, etc.

Gets along well with her colleagues, but she still has that habit of being a little reserved. Like she won’t jump right into hanging out with them, only if she’s invited to.

Her communication skills have improved so much omg, let’s all be proud of her <3

She has a pet chameleon!! It’s name is Rutherford, after the chemist lol

Tomohito Sugino

He actually lives by the strictest guidelines out of all of them

Since he’s a professional athlete, he really has to take care of his body and maintain his physique.

So like...a diet focusing on proteins, vitamins, nutrients, lean meats, vegetables, etc. All that good stuff.

And he works out twice a day. Once in the morning, he goes out for a jog as cardio. Then in the evening, he’ll do a more strength-based workout for his core and biceps.

As usual, he is very social and makes friends super easily UwU. When he’s not focusing on work (this is rare) he likes to make plans with people often.

Can’t handle being alone for too long

Gets confused/annoyed by finance matters a lot lmao. Hates filing taxes and doing paperwork, treats it like a chore rather a necessity for adulting

He has a really popular Instagram page actually, given that he’s a well-known baseball player. He posts mostly selfies, pics with friends, workout mirror selfie’s lmao, and of course pics of his dog

She’s a golden Labrador named Kimi, and he adores her so much. She’s a puppy still but she’s very active and loving.

He becomes a really popular meme for his very tired facial expression during a particularly rough game. Sugino takes great pride in this lmao

Credit to @assclass-dump for this amazing idea: Sugino being like Tony Hawke, and literally no one recognizes him outside of his baseball uniform lmaooooo. I love that.

Kaede Kayano

She has her shit together...for the most part

Kayano’s fame as an actress only grows more and more as she gets older. She has a ton of awesome big roles, even internationally.

This is canon: she does her own stunts and she always amazes the entire crew, especially if her co-star is new to meeting her and had no idea.

Kayano tends to not always take care of herself that well though. She exercises and maintains a strong physique daily, but her meals tend to consist of like...a flimsy salad and a pudding cup and that’s it.

Her apartment is pretty taken care of for the most part, especially when she’s filming and only comes back for sleep.

On her off-months though, best believe this girl tries to chill at home for as much as she can lol. She needs that well-deserved rest.

Kayano visits Aguri’s grave once every month. She brings her favorite flowers and gives kind of a life update on everything. She cries every time.

During her lowest moments, she’ll open up the yearbook that Korosensei left for her. She’ll read all his encouraging notes, laugh at the goofy memories they made...

She stays in contact with Kanzaki and Sugino the most. It’s harder with Karma and Okuda who have very demanding jobs too...and Nagisa who is hyper-focused on teaching

Gets involved in a couple dating scandals and such because the media is bored and nosy. But she shuts that shit down so fast and ruthlessly.

Yukiko Kanzaki

Adulting definitely comes the easiest for her, out of all of them

At the residence care facility she works at, she’s known for being the chillest and prettiest nurse

Bonds with most of her patients very easily. She especially has a sweet spot for elderly women, since they remind her of her beloved grandmother

She also had learned to be more open and comfortable with expressing herself. Unlike her junior high self, she isn’t envied or disliked or treated as an idol.

She actively communicates with her co-workers and has become better at making connections.

In true Kanzaki fashion, she absolutely will speak out if an injustice happens near her, and this sadly can be common in elderly care homes.

She doesn’t tolerate mistreatment at all. She voices her concerns and objections in her usual classy way, but if nothing changes, she’ll be persistent and more aggressive.

Kanzaki lives in a fairly modest apartment not too far from work. She walks every morning to get fresh air and enjoy being outside. She also stops by a cafe for breakfast and brings something for a co-worker she’s especially close to.

Even though her family could afford to get something way nicer and more expensive, Kanzaki insisted they don’t. She wants to work hard and achieve things through effort.

Besides she’s always been curious about a more humble lifestyle. She finds that she actually enjoys it immensely.

Nagisa Shiota

Hey hey hey, it’s our favorite new teacher <3

Seriously Nagisa is super dedicated to his job. He spends a good portion of his free time making more plans and ideas for future lessons.

He’s also just...such a spectacular teacher.

No matter how difficult his students may be, he never treats them like they’re problems. He always gives them a lot of kindness and respect, which sadly they don’t get a lot from others.

Disciplines in a really good way, like he’ll correct them but won’t sound condescending. He doesn’t sugarcoat, he’ll be honest but absolutely will give new chances.

Also can be totally fun and goofy if the time calls for it. Doesn’t want his students to ever fear him or feel like he’s unapproachable.

Makes learning to be fun and creative, also connects with each student one-on-one for sure.

He lives in a super tiny apartment. That teacher salary bro 😔

Takes a train everyday for a short commute to get to work.

His apartment also is prone to being littered around with a bunch of teaching stuff until he gets to organizing it.

Is generally very liked by his colleagues! Some of them don’t really agree with his teaching style and think he’s too lenient, Nagisa doesn’t pay them mind.

Can cook really well but is prone to buying convenience store meals often, because of his schedule.

Keeps a photo of 3-E on his nightstand.

[et-lesailes]

title: break point

pairing: ransom drysdale x personalized reader

word count: 3050

summary: when your ex boyfriend’s mom comes to you in need of help for his horrible behavior and attitude during his house arrest, you give in and see what you can do. things definitely do not turn out as planned.

themes: angst, smut

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notes: thank you so much @capsicleimpala​ for requesting this, i absolutely loved writing it and it was such a creative idea! i really hope you love it :) also, in this story, fran survived lol. i don’t think ransom would be able to only have house arrest for being a direct murderer, even with a rich lawyer hehe *** for anyone interested in commissioning me, please check out this post !

When you hear the television inside as you’re in the process of inserting your key into the lock of your upscale apartment door, you freeze. Last time you checked, you didn’t have a roommate, and you definitely didn’t have a significant other hanging out in there. Your heart starts racing. Should you call the police? Ever since making it big in tennis, competing in all sorts of national and international tournaments, you’ve had a lot of crazy fans vying for your attention. Some do it in sweet ways, and others… not so sweet. However, no one’s actually ever showed up at your home. 

You take a deep breath and twist the lock, pushing the door open anyways. There’s no way the man at the front desk would just let anyone walk right up. Perhaps it’s maintenance?

But no. Instead of seeing a worker dressed in uniform and fixing a leak, you see Linda Drysdale lounging in the armchair of your living room, legs crossed with a naturally unamused demeanor as her blue eyes flicker across the flat screen TV. She glances up at you as if she’s lived there her entire life, eyebrow lifted. “Finally. I didn’t realize tennis practice took so much time, how many methods can possibly be involved in hitting a ball back and forth?”

You look at her in disbelief for a few moments, trying to process that your ex-boyfriend’s mother is inside your home right now despite the fact that you and Ransom broke up three years ago. You aren’t even offended by her words; you’re aware of how blunt and straightforward the seemingly harsh lady can be- she was practically a true mother-in-law to you when you and Ransom were dating. You finally speak. “Linda. What are you doing here? You can’t just- how did you even-”

“The young man in the lobby clearly isn’t getting paid enough. A twenty was all it took. Might want to move somewhere else before he just casually allows a serial killer to walk in.” She rolls her eyes, then mumbles under her breath, “Or my son.”

“What?” you ask, and she shakes her head, looking up with a slight authoritative smile crossing her lips. “We need to talk, Y/N. I’m just going to get straight to the point. My son is ruining his life, as per usual, and I’ve had enough of it. I did everything I could to get him out of this damn lawsuit, to keep him out of jail, and he’s just-- Christ, he’s an ungrateful brat, that’s what he is.” She looks fed up, the sharpness in her eyes seeming as though she’s ready to strangle the man. “Drinking himself to death, fucking a new girl every night, on every single drug you can think of-- he’s a little piece of shit, even without being able to leave the house.”

“And you’re telling me all of this, why…?”

“Because he loves you.” She states simply, and you hate that the words make your heart race. “I know he still loves you, and that you’re the only girl on this planet he’ll ever love. He’ll listen to you, Y/N,” she insists, “and so you need to go see him. Better yet, just date him again. He was a significantly better person when he was with you.”

You look at her shocked, slowly shaking your head as you let out a quiet scoff. “Linda. He tried to kill someone. He’s the reason your father died. How can you ask me to go back to him? Why do you even care what happens to him, after everything he did?” 

“Because he’s my son. And maybe you’ll understand one day, when you have a child of your own. But what I understand is that you could turn him into someone his family can approve of. Or, at least, even tolerate.” She adds with a roll of her eyes before continuing, “He tried to be good for you, Y/N, you know that.”

“Good?” You look at her incredulously, starting to get a little heated. “He told me he didn’t want to be with me anymore just because I was trying to have my own career! He couldn’t stand me putting so much time into tennis. He hated me playing tennis. That’s not what a “good” boyfriend does, okay? It’s not my responsibility to fix him back up when he couldn’t even be a support for me in the first place.” 

She quickly waves her hands, frowning slightly. “Okay, okay. Fine, don’t think about getting back together with him. Just see him, at least. Please.” She sighs deeply, looking down for a moment as she rubs her temples before looking back up at you. “I’m begging you here, Y/N. I can’t just stand here and watch this boy waste all my hard earned money for his own selfish needs. Hell, if I could, I’d just stick him in jail now if I could. He doesn’t deserve this freedom at this point.”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest as you look away. “What a nurturing mother,” you mumble under her breath, and although she hears you, she doesn’t remark on it. She sighs again instead, looking at you somewhat frustrated and helpless. “Just go over to his house, only for an hour. Talk to him. Convince him to stop being such a prick.” 

You look at her somewhat frustrated, but finally sigh. You are the only one who’s ever been able to get through to Ransom, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t concerned when you heard the news. The Ransom you knew was an asshole, but he certainly wasn’t a murderer. Something clearly changed in him since you broke up with him, and so maybe Linda was right. 

“An hour.” You finally agree, though give her a warning look. “And if he gets disrespectful or crosses any lines, I’m leaving. I’m not a miracle worker, Linda.” She looks relieved nonetheless, immediately nodding her head. “Of course. Thank you, Y/N.” The two of you stand there for a moment before she lifts an eyebrow, looking at you. “Well? Get over there before he gives himself alcohol poisoning.” You blink, about to protest but sigh. You figure it’s best to get this over with anyways- if you don’t, you’ll be up all night stressing about it. “Fine. But you need to leave first, you can’t- you can’t just hang out in my house when I’m not here, you know?”

“Oh, I’m leaving. This place is a shoebox.” Linda looks around somewhat disdainfully before pausing, looking to you with a smile. “But you’ve… decorated it very well.” You roll your eyes, gesturing to the door. “Goodbye, Linda.”

Her smile remains as she nonchalantly waves, heading out the door.

As you come up to Ransom’s door, your heart is racing. You can hear loud music and obnoxious giggling from inside, no doubt Ransom is throwing some kind of get together- or probably more of an intimate gathering featuring scantily clad women who throw themselves at his good looks and money. You glance over at his BMW shining in the driveway, barely scoffing to yourself. Of all the things to keep intact, he would make sure it was his car. You were with him when he bought that car, and it was probably one of the only “girls” he had ever loved in his life.

You being the other one, of course. You know that at one point, Ransom Drysdale loved you. You can’t help but wonder if that’s still the case.

You take a deep breath and ring the doorbell. The talking and laughing doesn’t stop; these girls are clearly unbothered, but you hear footsteps. 

And then he appears, dressed in a t-shirt and perfectly fitting jeans, his brown hair slightly tousled and his cocky smirk across his lips- until his intoxicated brain registers who you are. He blinks in surprise, smile fading from his lips for just a split second- then quickly returns to his normal self, most likely realizing he absolutely must look composed and confident. “Y/N. I knew you’d come crawling back to me eventually. Took you a while, though, I’m kinda busy right now.”

You stare at him for a few moments; you thought you’d be nervous and apprehensive, but now, as if by magic, any feeling of uncertainty slips away. It’s almost impressive how he has this effect on people, but within less than one minute of this conversation, you’ve already had enough.

“Shut the fuck up, Ransom.” You find yourself saying, suddenly pushing right past him and grabbing his arm in the process. “We need to talk.” You practically drag him into the kitchen, ignoring the confused and even irritated looks of the half naked women on his couch clearly having been in the middle of enjoying his attention. It’s surprisingly easy to maneuver him, most likely because he’s a little too drunk. 

“Wow, hellcat. You really missed me, huh? Unable to find anyone who’s a better fuck than me, I take it? Alright, alright, I’ll squeeze you in. I have to say, I definitely missed your tight little-”

He’s cut off by a sharp sting on his cheek when you slap him across the face, his lips parting into a shocked ‘o’ almost immediately as his blue eyes stare at you in complete shock. Even you’re a little shocked upon where this sudden boldness is coming from, but you decide you’re on a roll and that there’s no need to question it. You came here to say something, and you’re going to say it. You don’t even let him respond. Not that he has the words to, anyways.

“Who the fuck are you anymore, huh? Why are you acting like this? And not just a douchebag fuckboy, either, but a full on killer? What the hell is going through your brain?” you practically scream at him, and he blinks in surprise before his features suddenly become defensive.  “What, do you think it has to do with you? Our break up? You think I’m just so tormented, torn apart, that I’m not over you?”

“I- no, when the fuck did I say-”

“Well then why are you here, Y/N? Why do you, of all people, need to be here right now? Who are you to come show your concern and your goddamn disgust when you’re the one who dumped me?!” His voice is just as loud as yours if not louder, the vein in his neck bulging from anger, his eyes practically a shade darker. You throw your hands up in frustration, retorting, “Why does that even matter, Ransom? Can I not be concerned that the former love of my life turned into a goddamn murderer? Am I not allowed to be a little confused that my ex-boyfriend turned into a fucking psychopath?”

“Former, huh?” His voice suddenly gets low, dangerously low. “So that’s it? You found someone else? Some prissy, preppy tennis playing fuck who lets out the same little grunts and groans out on the court, in the bedroom too? That your type, Y/N? A skinny little-”

“You were my type, Ransom!” you practically scream now, glaring up at him in complete fury. “You know what my type was? Confident, funny, manly, someone who wanted me to be safe and someone who was so thoughtful he remembered everything I liked and disliked, who wanted to do everything he could to make my life better because he knew how to be selfless! Do you even know what that word means now?!”

“Well maybe I became this way because you decided to prioritize tennis! You don’t think that’s a little damn selfish?!”

“Are you-- God, you know what? Maybe you’ve always been this fucking ridiculous, and maybe I was blind. Maybe this is all my fault, Ransom, because I trusted the wrong person. I can’t even fucking believe I-”

And then his lips suddenly crash against yours, his hands grabbing your waist and pinning your small frame against the cool counter, a husky growl of frustration escaping his throat as he kisses you. Rough. You gasp, starting to press your hands against his chest, wanting to push him off… until you don’t. You’re kissing him back fiercely, though still angry as ever, moving your hands to grip his muscular biceps as you dig your nails in. “I fucking hate you,” you hiss against his lips, and he scoffs in between kisses, barely groaning from the feeling of your sharp nails leaving indents in his skin. He’s turned on, and you know it. 

“No you fucking don’t.”

There’s no need for foreplay. There’s no time or patience for that. After easily sitting you up on the counter, he pulls your shirt up over your head only to connect your lips again, his teeth pulling on your lower lip roughly as he unhooks your bra and tosses it aside. His hands find your gym shorts and shove them down- he quite literally rips your underwear off, making you let out a muffled squeal of surprise into his open mouth. When you feel his fingers slide up your thigh and rub up against your wet folds, you let out a shaky gasp, moving your hands to grip his shoulder blades through his tee. “O-oh…!”

“You’re fucking soaked for me, cupcake.” His other hand moves up to grip the back of your neck, fingers curling into your brown locks. Despite the distraction of the haze of pleasure rushing through your brain and body, you can’t help but note his fond pet name for you. Every time you got stressed, you’d bake- Ransom would always lovingly make fun of you for this, hence how “cupcake” began. However, he doesn’t give you much time to dwell on this- perhaps on purpose. He’s most likely realized he fucked up, God forbid he show any sign of affection. You let out a short moan when his broad fingers rub your clit, his other hand using the grip on your hair to tilt your head up so your brown eyes are locked firmly onto his blue ones.

“You like that? You see what you’ve left behind for these past few years? You couldn’t possibly have forgetten how good I fuck you, right?” he speaks through husky breaths, panting just as much as you as he rubs. You moan lewdly, though your teeth clench in frustration. “Just fuck me already, Ransom, stop… stop fucking talking…”

He snickers and suddenly stops rubbing, leaving you feeling slightly disappointed despite the fact you asked for it. Hastily unbuckling his belt and pushing down his jeans and briefs, he wraps his fingers around his throbbing length, groaning lowly to himself as he pumps his shaft. Pressing it against your entrance, he wastes no time in thrusting inside you, gripping your hips tightly as a grunt of pleasure escapes his throat.

“Fuck. Fuck. I forgot… how fucking tight… your pussy feels around my cock…” he groans with half shut eyes as he bucks his hips forward, tilting his head back. “God damn!”

“Ransom!” You hear a girl’s voice come from the kitchen doorway, gasping from both surprise and pleasure as you look up- normally, you’d be embarrassed, but right now, you couldn’t care less. You’re still riding the rush of adrenaline from your rage towards this man, but before you can even comment, he sharply yells at her, “Get the fuck out of here, and take your damn bimbo sluts with you- I don’t fucking need any of you anymore!”

She stares at both of you angrily before grunting in annoyance, whirling around. You moan as Ransom thrusts into you even rougher, your hands sliding up under his shirt to feel his skin, nails once again digging in to relieve your tension. “Mm… mm… don’t… fucking stop…!” you cry out as you hitch your legs high up around his waist, letting him get a better angle as he continues fucking you in the middle of his kitchen. Your body is practically being rocked upwards from how powerful he is, your head buried into his neck as you bite and suck desperately only making him groan even more.

“You still on birth control?” he breathes out gruffly into your shoulder as his hands cup your ass, his teeth nipping and biting harshly. “You still getting checked regularly for STDs?” you retort breathlessly, though to be honest, you’re not worried about that despite his recent history. He may treat his things like shit, but he keeps himself well maintained all to uphold his little rich boy image. He’s actually much more hygienic than one would imagine, and has standards with the women he sleeps with despite coming off as such a playboy.

“Yes, just let me fucking know if I can-”

“Yes, yes, I’m on birth control, come inside me,” you whine demandingly, moving your hands up to grip his brown hair tightly, messing it up even more than before. He smirks, grunting louder as he uses his hold on your ass to rock your hips towards his, the sound and feel of skin slapping putting you into overdrive. “Ransom…! Shit, Ransom, I’m close, fuck, I’m coming!” He groans just from hearing you, chest heaving as he keeps going, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. “Come for me, doll, fuck…!”

Your release combined with the sensation of his inside you is euphoric. As much as you hate to admit it, you missed sex like this. You certainly haven’t had it since you broke up. 

He pulls out with heavy breaths, staring at you for a few moments. You swear you catch a glimpse of the old Ransom, the one you fell in love with, the one who would never actually hurt anyone despite coming off as such an asshole.

“Don’t push me away.” You suddenly speak quietly through uneven breaths, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck as you stare up at him.

His hands are still holding your hips, those pacific hues studying every inch of your face with all types of conflict and concern spread across his sharp, handsome features.

“I don’t want to.”