#another shortie but goodie

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Musician Age Gap AU Pt 12

Lena's entire body seems to buzz as they hover in the wings offstage, waiting for the cue to proceed. She bounces on the balls of her feet, fingers twisting together with uncharacteristic nerves, completely unlike the staid presence she'd run into under the National City arena.

"You okay?" she asks hesitantly.

"I've never shared new music live before," Lena confesses. "What if they hate it?"

"Nah," Kara dismisses. She smiles. "They'll love it, cuz its you."

If nothing else, the novelty-- the privilege-- of witnessing a live performance of a never-before-heard song would ease any negativity the song itself might earn down the line. Even Kara herself hasn't had a chance to hear it.

The nearest stagehand motions one minute to go. Finally, Lena stills, taking a moment to breathe deep.

"You've got this," Kara promises, before stepping away.

The lights dim, then go out entirely as the pre-show music quiets. In its place lifts a deafening roar from the crowd. Its so dark Kara doesn't see Lena move into position. One minute she's there, and the next an overhead spotlight snaps on to illuminate Lena centerstage, arm stretched high.

She waits for the din to just start to fall away, and then she's off without a single shred of her anxiety from just moments before. Her movements are strong and confident as she strides across the stage, playing to the crowd in just the right way to get them pumped and engaged for the next two hours.

Her first song is the same from the National City show, as is the second, and third. Kara doubts anything has changed, no doubt so rehearsed Lena could do it all in her sleep, singing included. But watching it again feels an all new experience.

It steals her breath away, and she only comes back to herself when Lena slows, reaching for a mic stand. This is it.

"I know you guys came here prepared to sing along with every word," Lena begins, even her speaking voice rich like velvet. "Which I'm sure you can sing better than I can at this point."

She earns a raucous burst of laughter, and prompts a giggle from Lena.

"But I'm afraid this next one is going to be all me... cuz I've a little something new for you tonight."

Kara thinks she might have lost her hearing, ears ringing in the answering explosion of cheers. Lena patiently waits for the opening to continue, grinning all the way.

"It's pretty self-explanatory once you hear it, but here's the thing: you know that ex who keeps reaching out? Believe it or not, I have one."

Another round of laughter, and a little bit of hollering.

"I thought I blocked him on everything, but I must have missed something, because guess what I got?" Lena pauses for comedic effect. "A cashapp payment for three dollars and thirty three cents."

Laughter fills the arena, and Lena joins with a delighted giggle. "The note of course asked me to call him, but... I don't know. What do you think?"

Cries of No! and Don't do it! echoed from various areas of the audience, and Lena nods.

"I think we're on the same page then. Three dollars and thirty three cents doesn't earn you a phone call..." Lena leans in close to the microphone. "But it might just earn you a song."

The audience laps it up, eliciting even more whooping cheers. Lena nods, half to herself, and half to the audience.

"Let's hit it!"

As soon as the music starts, Lena shifts effortlessly back into performance mode. Kara listens, bopping along to the bouncing beat and playful lyrics. Playful but scathing, it turns out, listing off all the reasons this mysterious ex will never see her again.

From her spot in the wings, Kara sees the crowd dancing, not singing but cheering and spinning and bouncing and absorbing it all with reckless abandon. She registers Lillian's approach beside her, but doesn't so much as glance at her. Whatever Lillian thought about Lena's plan, it was working. Tomorrow, all the world would care about is getting their ears on this new song-- and they would love it.

"You have no idea the bullet she just dodged for you."

Kara does look over at that. Her brow furrows sharply, and Lillian smirks as she watches her daughter perform.

"This time tomorrow, the world is going to be so busy sleuthing out which of her ex's this song is about, they won't even remember your name."

Onstage, Lena finishes her song with a boisterous laugh, letting the fresh cheers roll over her. Lillian turns to Kara, leaning in close.

"So when you ultimately decide this fantasy isn't for you, remember that a twenty four year old is the reason you'll still have a real life to go back to."

[thewulf]

It Matters || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Request - I was thinking of a jake x reader fic, were the reader believes her opinion doesn't matter because thats all she heard her entire childhood and once jake realizes that or she tells him he starts asking for her opinion, encouraging her to talk more and goes out his way to ask her stuff he already knows.

A/N: Shorty but a goodie. Thank you for the request!

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Word Count: 1,400k +

Jake stopped pushing the cart in front of him looking over the options the store had provided. When he couldn’t decide he turned to you who stood behind him waiting, “What do you think darlin’?” He asked hoping to bring you out of your thoughts you seemed to be stuck in.

You shook your head, “I don’t mind. You can pick what you want.” You gave him a reassuring smile as he looked over the boxed macaroni and cheese choices. He’d noticed it quickly but never said much about your aversion to deciding. It’s not that you couldn’t it’s that you were almost afraid to make the decision. Were you worried about making the wrong one? Were you afraid he’d be upset? Whatever it was he decided he needed to help. He didn’t want to press you but he wanted to see if he could try. So, if you couldn’t make a big decision he’d help you make smaller ones.

You watched as he grabbed two boxes before walking over to you, “I can’t decide. What do you think darlin’? White or sharp cheddar?” He held them up for you to take a look.

You shrugged, “I really don’t mind Jake.”

He smiled a touch, “But you have a preference, I know you do.”

“So do you.” You raised your eyebrows as if to challenge him. One of the things he’d quickly fallen for about you. As much as he loved how damn stubborn you were he didn’t enjoy when he was on the receiving end.

He shook his head, “Afraid I don’t sweetheart. Going to need you to decide. My brain’s fried. Mav’s got us doing all kinds of crazy shit in training.”

Your eyes lowered at him, “If I must. Let’s do the white cheddar.”

He smiled really big at that, “Now that wasn’t so hard was it darlin’?” His smirk that drove you mad, in a good way of course, came out.

“No.” You rolled your eyes before meeting his stride. Jake decided not to push any further at the store casually trying to get your opinion on things when he saw an opening. He adored everything about you and only wanted the best.

When it came time to settle in for the night you joined Jake on the couch. He scrolled through the endless catalogue of Netflix shows that seemed to going and going. He pulled you to his side right as you sat down on the couch wanting you by his side.

“Any show you want to start?” He asked without much thought. When you tensed up in his arms he knew there was something so much more than what you were letting on. Maybe it wasn’t his place to push but he truly just wanted to help.

You shook your head quickly, “Oh no, you can put on whatever you’d like.” You were watching the television and not him, so you didn’t notice the saddened look he was giving you. When the channel didn’t change for a moment to long you looked up to him.

“Why do you do that?” He asked with that same look.

Genuinely confused you just looked at him, “Do what?”

He gave you a tight squeeze knowing what he was about to do, pry into a part of your life you kept hidden for one reason or another, “You always deflect darlin’.” Short and sweet and to the point.

You creased your eyebrows in wonder, did you? You thought back on the last three months of dating him and you did exactly that. Had you always done that? You sat there in bemusement of your own account before you felt Jake’s gentle squeeze on your shoulder.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or press you sweetheart. I just want to make sure you are alright?” It came out more of a question.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just… I guess I never really realized.” You bit down on your cheek processing his words. It dawned on you just how often you did this with everybody and everything. You were passive. Allowed people to walk all over you. It’s not like you had an awful childhood either, no, not in the slightest. You were just one of six children. Fourth in line and the third daughter. You were a joy but nothing more, nothing less. You weren’t special. You didn’t stand out from any of your brothers or sisters. You got average grades and did well in a few sports you ended up dropping out of. You were just kind of there. A secondary character in everybody’s lives.

It happened over time. You never had you opinion be known. You learned from an early age it was best to just sit down and shut the hell up. That way your mother wouldn’t tell you to shush, and your father wouldn’t throw an angry glare in your direction. It wasn’t just you they did this too. No, your entire family felt the ire of your parents desire. They wanted you to look the part of the happy little perfect family for all the pretentious faces of your city to see. That’s why you didn’t think anything of it. Your brothers and sisters were treated the same way. You weren’t really allowed to have an opinion on things. The concept felt eerily foreign to you.

To make matters worse you followed your father’s footsteps right into the military. The second you turned eighteen you enlisted in the Navy. You weren’t really allowed to have an opinion in this line of work too. It was best to do as you did before, sit down and shut up. Take the orders, do the job, and move on. That’s what you were good at. It’s like your father had trained you from a young age to act a certain way. But the curse turned to a blessing once you met Jake in flight school. You’d been fast friends for a long two years before he decided to make a move on you after the mission at Top Gun. He realized life was short and took the leap. And you were sure glad he did. You’d loved him from the moment you met him. You’d take him as friend or a lover. And you were rather thankful it was the former.

“Really?” He asked pressing his luck just a little further.

You nodded, “My father is military too. We were raised a certain way… very strict. We weren’t exactly allowed to voice our thoughts.” Not elaborating any further you tore your eyes away feeling a flush of embarrassment rip right on through you.

“You know that’s not right? It’s okay to have an opinion. I want you to have opinions! I want to make you happy.” You felt him wrap his arm around you waist giving it a gentle squeeze for some form of comfort.

“I just didn’t think it mattered. My voice never mattered.” You whispered feeling awfully vulnerable as his eyes bore into your side.

He answered quickly, “It matters. Darlin’ your voice matters so much, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded, “I can’t… I can’t guarantee I’ll be perfect though Jake. I’ve never had a say. It’s always been told to me. I’m so sorry.”

He grabbed your chin and gently lifted it to look at him. It was agonizing to watch the inner turmoil from your head play out in front of him, “Please don’t apologize. I understand. And if I don’t I’ll try too. I want you to know how much I love you darlin’. I care about what you think. I want to get and do things that make you happy too.”

Your eyes went wide just as his did, “You love me?” He’d never said it out loud before, but he’d loved you for a long time, long before you’d been dating.

“I do.” He nodded knowing he wasn’t going to back out of it. He’d refrained from saying it so he wouldn’t scare you away really. He would’ve told you the night of your first date had he known you wouldn’t have run away. But he knew you. Knew how timid you could be about relationships and feelings. He’d watch you from afar as you tiptoed around these kinds of things in the past.

“That’s good.” You nodded not letting your eyes break from his.

You felt a rumble from his chest and heard a laugh bubble up, “Is that so?”

“Yeah.” You grinned.

“And why’s that?” He pressed as his lips inched closer to yours.

“Because I love you too.” It was almost silent as closed the distance between the two of you. The kiss was different. A little more passionate. Filled with a touch more understanding. He smiled when he pulled back studying your sweet face. He’d successfully knocked another block down from the wall that was slowly crumbling down at his efforts.

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Immortal with an immortal S/o pls(maybe where the s/o isn't a hero)

The Immortal x Immortal male reader

Headcanons

Im going off my personal headcanon that Immortals name is Abraham or Abe, just cuz its easier to write. A shorty but a goody. I was listening to old people music, cuz I kept imagining them acting like an old married couple.

Having an immortal partner would be something that helps Abes mental state quite a lot, since one of the reasons he struggles mentally is the fact that the people he loves keeps dying from one thing or another.

How you are immortal doesn’t really matter, even if it strong effects your physical appearance. As long as you can come back like immortal can, or somehow can’t die at all.

Maybe you stood by his side back during the beginning of his hero acts, back before it was called being a hero and it was just Abe wanting the best for the world and its people. But you quickly realize being a hero like that isn’t for you.

You do your own thing when Abe goes out to be a hero. You guys have both been alive for so long that neither of you really get jealous or worry too much if you don’t see each other for months. It’s nice to keep in touch though, and you guys make sure to meet up as much as you can.

Maybe you are more focused on something like the arts, performing, writing, and so on. Or you might even be more active in helping the little guy, like food banks and the likes.

Maybe you live in a cabin far away from the cities, up in the mountains where even the GDA leaves you alone. So, its somewhere Abe can come and just relax and be himself. Cue him coming back from a stressful meeting with the guardians, and he immediately relaxes when he hears the music playing from wherever you are.

You are both very old, which means your tastes are kinda dated. With you not being so busy being a hero, you can be a bit more modern, but there’s still lots of old things that make you nostalgic, and stuff you two like to do together.

I could imagine that Abe quite likes to do domestic things together the old way. Like cooking with the old tools, no modern machines or crazy inventions. Just you two, your hands, and whatever tools you guys have had since the 50s.

You guys would also dress quite old at times, even if it was on accident. People end up thinking you guys are some of those people who dress up and act out old times. It gets a little funny when you guys meet other people who do that, who all gush at how great your outfits are, unaware that it’s so good because its actually your clothes from back then.

Abe is also old school romantic. You bet he brings you flowers. You bet he still acts like he’s courting you like some kind of knight. And you bet he gets scandalized and flustered being too affectionate in public. You find it adorable though.

It’s a very common occurrence for you two to dance together. Be it in your kitchen or living room with oldies playing. Or at those clubs that are for the people dressing up and acting like it’s the 50s for fun.

You guys have most likely also been married for many many years. Way before it became illegal for two men to be married, and maybe even before marriage is as we know it now. But Abe would be so flustered thinking about marrying you again.

You can tell what he’s fumbling about since you’ve known him for so long, but its so endearing that you just let him work up the guts to propose again, probably for the 10th time in your guys long lives.

All in all, you help center Abe much more than he is in canon, since he doesn’t have to worry about you growing old and dying, or just you dying in general. He still worries of course, I don’t think he ever doesn’t worry, but its not as bad.

[ilyasorokinn]

my lover ― carlos sainz

note, this is my first f1 piece, so what better way to join the f1 community on here than to write about my bestie bf mr. smooth operator. anyways, i'm mixing my two loves, taylor swift and f1 together for this. also, i made my first twitter edit and i had fun, so expect more coming soon. another note, i haven't been to the eras tour yet (seeing ms. swift in august :)), so this might be inaccurate. i don't want to watch videos because i see tons of tiktok and i want to least be a little surprised, so this is how i imagine it going :) summary, carlos and y/n go to a taylor swift concert where he has some tricks up his sleeve. warnings, mentions of sc**ter br*un (*barf emoji) word count, 643 words (a shorty but a goodie)

with races happening so frequently, you were worried you wouldn't be able to see taylor swift, but carlos made time. he cleared his schedule for 48 hours so you two could enjoy yourselves.

"carlos," you passed, your eyes widening as you took in the stage you had only seen in pictures.

carlos couldn't help but smile as he watched you take everything in. you had worked hard to get the tickets for the show and he was just happy to tag along and be your photographer and videographer for the night.

you were wearing a replica of one of her outfits while carlos wore a basic black shirt with a scooter on it but it was crossed out. when you first showed him, he was confused.

"why don't we like scooters?" he asked. you laughed and explained the story of scooter.

"carlos sainz?" you heard a couple of fans gasp as they noticed who was sitting next to them.

carlos smiled, giving them his full attention as she talked to him, then posed for pictures, "hey, can i ask you for a favor?" he stopped them before they went back to their conversation.

"of course!" the girls were freaking out. carlos sainz was talking to them!

"during lover," they knew automatically what his question was and they both melted, "i was planning on proposing to y/n." he whispered, glancing back at you, but you were already deep in conversation with the girls next to you and trading your friendship bracelets.

"do you think you could record it?"

"of course! oh, my gosh!" they gasped and carlos chuckled, "early congratulations."

"well, she hasn't said yes yet." he scratched the back of his neck.

"she will." the girl nodded.

carlos thanked them again before turning back to you. your arms were now covered in beaded friendship bracelets and he was confused about how it had happened.

"how did that happen?'

"well, i'm just very popular i guess." you shrugged, "look, this one's my favorite." you showed him your favorite one.

"beautiful, amor." he beamed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and kissing your head.

as the clock ticked down, you had gravitated from your seat up into a standing position. once the clock was at 0, you were screaming with everyone else.

lover was the first album of the songs she sang in the setlist, so the girls sitting next to you were ready to record the second lover started.

carlos could feel his heartbeat begin to pick up as the first notes of lover started. he felt around his pocket for the ring box and let out a breath when he found it.

"you okay?" you asked, glancing from him then back to the stage, afraid to miss anything.

"yeah." he nodded, swallowing hard for a second before looking you in the eyes, "i love you."

"i love you, too." you smiled.

"and i don't want to say much because this love explains everything i feel for you. i would love to do life with you and i hope you say "yes" to the question i'm about to ask." he pulled the ring out of pocket and the girls filming squealed, garnering the attention of everyone around you and they all whipped out this phones and squealed.

"will you marry me?" he asked, bending down and opening the box.

you covered your mouth in shock as your brain tried to catch up to what was going on in front of you, "carlos, oh, my god, yes! of course!" you bent down and cupped his face, kissing him.

everyone around your squealed, jumping up and down excitedly. he pulled away and slid the ring onto your finger, "you big romantic." you gasped, punching him jokingly in the shoulder.

"only for you." he kissed you again, hugging you as taylor continued to serenade you with music.

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[seastarblue]

Writemas Day Eleven!

yay more Kaiden suffering :>

a shortie, but a goodie!

as always, the prompts for today !

and the ones I picked:

Drowning in loneliness

The shaking in her limbs was loud. She could hear her bones rattling, the nerves crawling under skin, and it drove her beyond the brink of madness.

The graze of a blade

Nightmare

———

Under a ledge she hid, trembling in fear like a leaf. Her eyes darted from left to right, looking for someone. The one who caused her to shiver so.

The shaking in her limbs was loud. She needed to stay quiet. Why couldn’t she stay quiet?

She could hear her bones rattling, the nerves crawling under her skin, and it drove her beyond the brink of madness.

Then, the lights shut off. Were they ever there…? It didn’t matter, she realized. She wasn’t silent. She was careless, caution-less, worthless. And it would be her downfall.

Why did she tremble so? This wasn’t typical of her. She was a knight, one of the best in the kingdom. Even if she no longer bore that title, she’d still never lost a one on one fight. Why was she so scared?

The graze of a blade jolted her from her thoughts, sharp yet gentle. It trailed along her arm, snaking upward all the way to her jugular. All the while, she did not stop shaking, nor moved to defend herself. She was stuck in place, a victim to this… entity.

Then, the voice came, disjointed, and it petrified her even more.

“Kaiden…” Fresh fear sped down her spine, making her shiver more. The blade—or was it a finger?—cut a sliver into her neck, letting gold blood trickle onto her tunic.

‘This is it,’ she thought. ‘I am dead.’

Then the voice screeched in triumph, and in the blade went.

~~~

Kaiden woke up with a start, heart pounding like she’d ran for hours. Her bedsheets were sticky with sweat, and her face was wet with tears. Her eyes darted from left to right, pressing a hand to the spot where the knife cut her throat. It came away dry, save for the sweat.

“…A nightmare,” she sighed, to no one in particular. There was no one here. No one to hurt her, no one to comfort her.

Loneliness was a normal feeling for Kaiden at this point, but she couldn’t help but feel herself drowning in the stuff, especially after nightmares and panics like these. With another sigh, she flopped back onto her lumpy inn bed—‘gotta get my money’s worth,’—and forced her eyes shut, ignoring the tremors that still shook her body.

———

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[obxone]

Goner

Edited-ish. ~410 words [Another shortie, but goodie]

JJ’s heart races, blue eyes searching the waves for you. His hands tighten on the edge of his board, waiting for you to resurface. The wave you tried to grab has wiped you out. It was a monster, and everyone knew it, but you were you, and he respected it even if it set him on edge more times than he was comfortable admitting. 

“Come on,” he mutters, his heart clenching as the seconds tick by.

“Thank fuck!” Kie breathes, and JJ’s chin jerks to follow her line of sight to see you surfaced and pull yourself back on your board. You paddle back out to them and notice JJ's gaze is glued to you.

“What?” You ask, flinging your wet hair over your shoulder.

“I thought you were a goner,” he mutters, shaking his head. “Scared the shit out of me.”

“I’m fine. No dings either.”

“Good.”

Kiara smirks at JJ, knowing that he is not sharing the fear he felt, or any of them felt over your risky decision.

“No more waves like that today, yeah?” She asks, and you bob your head before watching her move closer to John B and Pope, looking for another one.

“Hey,” you muse, bumping your leg against JJ’s once you are closer. “I promise I’m okay.”

He jerks his head in a solemn nod before reaching over. His hand is on yours and pulls the back of your hand to his lips. You blush, and when he releases your hand you gently shove him, nearly knocking him off his board. A giggle spills from your lips, and he shakes his head.

“Bad girl.”

You smirk, eyes raking over him. “I’ll show you just how bad if you are not careful.”

“Promise?”

You roll your eyes. Leave it to your boyfriend to run with whatever sex implied comment you make. “We’ll see.”

Pope smirks at you both once you rejoin the wait. Kiara catches one with ease, and you all watch her with smiles on your faces. “Nice wipeout.”

“Shut it,” you quip back, and he laughs. “Hey, J?”

“Yeah?”

“Do me a favor?”

He already knows without you saying a word as he reaches over and shoves Pope off his board. You giggle, and JJ winks at you. Pope splutters as he surfaces before flipping JJ off, and you laugh more. John B shakes his head, clearly annoyed with you all.

“Thanks, Baby,” you blow JJ a kiss.

“Anytime, Cupcake.”

"Way to turn on your brother," Pope mutters to JJ and tries to shove him, but he misses and you laugh at them. "Anything your girl asks and you jump, I see how it is."

You laugh more and JJ joins in. He knows it is true.

[angel-blitz]

Lil fic about Petals meeting jojo for the first time,,,

It had been a few weeks since Petals had joined the invasion force. So far, things were going smoothly for her. The babies were well taken care of, and aside from a few klowns attempting to flirt, she didn't have any real complaints.

So when Jumbo stopped by the nursery with the news that Jojo wanted to speak with her, Petals was...mortified, to say the least.

She blinks a few times, processing the words in her head.

"Jojo wanted to talk to you, face to face"

Did she hear that right?

Jumbo snapped his fingers, breaking Petals out of her trance. "Petals? Did you hear me?"

Petals swallows hard, nodding her head. "Yes, I'm sorry sir- Did I do something wrong? Am I in trouble?"

Jumbo shakes his head. "No, he didn't sound mad when he gave me the order to tell you. Then again, you never really know with him"

That didn't help Petals at all, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she crossed her arms. "Um...do...do I have to?"

"If you don't show up, then he WILL be angry. I'd recommend going to him as soon as your shift ends"

Petals sighs, nodding her head. "I understand...thank you for letting me know..."

Jumbo pats her shoulder in an attempt at reassurance, before leaving the nursery. Petals stood there, staring at the door as thoughts ran through her head.

".....he's gonna eat me"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The time had come; her shift had ended, and now Petals was standing in front of the entrance to the kathedral, or, Jojos throne room.

She had talked with the other klownettes before, asking for their advice-

"He's really sweet with us, don't worry! He makes sure we get lots of goodies and gifts. The other day, he got me new shoes!" Was Daisy's response.

"You'll be okay, I've never seen him have a problem with a klownette before. Just remember to show respect, okay?" Said Rosebud.

After that, Petals had tried asking the boys- though their responses weren't as reassuring.

"If you die, can I have your secret candy stash?" Shorty thought he was funny with that one.

"Before you do, wanna go out? Y'know, just in case he eats you and we never see you again" Spikey really wasn't helping at all.

"You'll be just fine, doll. Want me to escort you to him?" Slims offer was sweet, but Petals didn't wanna drag him into this in case she WAS in trouble.

Taking a deep breath, Petals entered the kathedral. It was huge, somehow bigger than the exterior of the ship. She tried not to question the physics of it.

She looked up at the large platform in the center of the room. There sat the leader himself, who was currently scolding another klown.

"You're lucky I don't crush you under my fist right here. If I hear that you've been tampering with the food supply ever again, you're dead. Do you understand?"

The poor shaky klown, who Petals didn't recognize at all, nodded before bowing and rushing out of the room.

Jojo sighed, rubbing his temple as he shook his head. "Idiot..."

Petals froze in fear. She couldn't do this. He was so big, so loud, so angry- maybe she could fake her death and change her identity and go back to their planet-

Jojo glanced over his shoulder, spotting Petals. "Ah, I see Jumbo delivered my message. Come closer, little one"

Petals took a deep breath, slowly approaching the 18 foot klown. "You...wanted to see me, sir?"

She wanted to slap herself for not bowing first, but doing so now might make her look silly- could he see how sweaty she was? This was so embarrassing.

"At ease, klownette. I'm sorry you had to see me correct that fool, the last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable"

.....what?

Petals couldn't believe what she was hearing. It was like she was talking to a completely different klown. This was the terrifying, mighty klownzilla?

"I-it's okay! I understand, he must've done something bad..." Petals immediately covered her mouth, not sure if she was supposed to blurt out like that.

"Indeed. He's been messing with the cocoons as some sort of 'prank'. We can't afford to lose food like that" Jojo spoke calmly.

"Oh...that's awful, I had no idea, I'm sorry to hear that" Petals said, nervously fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

"It's quite alright. I have it handled. Now, about the reason I called you here..."

Here it comes. He's gonna scold me, Petals thinks to herself.

"I just wanted to tell you to keep up the outstanding work. I've never seen the hatchlings make such wonderful progress in such short time"

Petals stands still for a bit, her jaw slack open. She quickly composes herself, clearing her throat.

"Oh! Oh my, thank you sir! That means a lot coming from you!"

Jojo smiles. It's a small one, but it's sincere. "It's no problem. I trust that you will continue this progress, correct?"

Petals nods, smiling. "Yes sir, absolutely! They'll be entering their next stage in no time!"

"Then that is all I require from you, Petals. You're excused" with that, Jojo dismisses Petals with the wave of his hand. Petals takes the hint, bowing before leaving.

Once she's in the hall, Petals leans against the wall, sighing in relief. She spots Jumbo walking through the hall, who stops once he sees her.

"How did it go? You're still in one piece, I assume it went well"

Petals nods, smiling. "Yeah, everything went really good! I feel silly for being so scared now..."

Jumbo shrugs. "Don't be, it's understandable. He's our leader, after all. I'm glad you're on his good side"

With that, he leaves her be, as Petals makes her way to tell her fellow klownettes the good news.

[kirawaswrong]

ocean wave blues come

summary: Things at work have been hectic, but you and Chuuya can find solace even in the smallest moments.

pairing: chuuya nakahara x gn! reader

genre: fluff, comfort

word count: 1.4k (A shorty, but a goody!)

warnings: Language, slightly suggestive at one point

note: Hello! Thank you so much for your support on my other fics. This is just a little sweet idea that kind of came out of nowhere and I had to get out. Also maybe next I’ll write a proper smut fic. Hope you enjoy!

Working for the Port Mafia had its perks. There was notoriety, the pay was good, and everyone in Yokohama knew not to fuck with you. The job also had its downsides. Every day, the violence you faced would be enough to make most grown men cower in fear. Your safety was never guaranteed. It was hard to get close to coworkers, as they may not live to see another day. But as hard as those conditions were to endure, they became part of the job.

The past few weeks had been particularly tough. Many goods were being traded at once. The exasperating ADA kept interloping on mafia turf. And, within the organization, traitors had to be dealt with on a daily basis. 

While you and your peers were being run ragged, you could only imagine the stress Chuuya was under.

Chuuya Nakahara was an executive of the Port Mafia. He had to a short fuse, could come off as abrasive, and was a threat to any enemies that crossed his path. And he was also your boyfriend.

He’d been your trainer, which was why you were so good at hand-to-hand combat. The two of you became close and began dating shortly after training ended. 

It was important for both of you to separate your work and romantic relationships. Chuuya was still your superior, and you gained no special treatment from dating him. Though you were friendly during working hours, you showed no displays of affection. Per your mutual request, Mori seldom sent you on missions together. 

This made the last few weeks hell for your relationship.

At the end of a long workday, Chuuya would often give you a ride back to his place. He’d open up an expensive bottle of red wine and pour two glasses. You’d overlook the city in his penthouse and talk about your day. Bitching about work and how stupid some people were often help you both feel better. If that didn’t work, taking things to the bedroom often did. His heavy-lidded blue eyes peeked from between your thighs. He did unspeakable things to you with his fingers and his tongue. It was hard to remember your worries when he scrambled your mind.

Those nights were nonexistent now. You rarely got off of work at the same time. When you did, you were both so exhausted that you went to your own homes and passed out.

On a busy Wednesday morning before work, Chuuya texted you. He invited you to have lunch in his office. This was something you’d never done before.

Part of what made the chaotic weeks so difficult was that you saw Chuuya at work all the time. He headed a meeting at least once a week. You’d walk by him in the halls, going in separate directions. Sometimes, he was the one who ordered you to go on missions. Getting to see him as a coworker and not as your partner somehow made it worse.

The proposition of lunch meant at least 30 minutes of uninterrupted time together. It felt like a life raft entering the vast sea when you’d been treading water for days.

As you limped back from dealing with a vendor who tried to refuse to pay up, you noticed Chuuya’s office was empty. A weapons trade was falling through and he had to go deal with it in person. Work had once again snatched the life raft away. Before you had time to be too upset, you were off on another mission.

At long last, the day was over. The moon hung low in the dark sky. Hardly anyone remained at the base. You knew you should consider yourself lucky, as others would be working until day broke once more. The thought of showering and crashing into your bed was heavenly. As you collected your things, a light at the end of the hall kept your attention. Chuuya’s office.

You had been under a lot of pressure, but you wondered how much more Chuuya must be under. Were the past few weeks even that difficult for him? He’d been at the job much longer than you. His strength and perseverance were admirable, but how did he do it? 

Before you could stop yourself, you were knocking on the oak of his office door. 

“Yeah?” he called out.

For a millisecond, you regretted it. Not out of fear, of course. The days of finding Chuuya intimidating were far behind you. You worried that bothering him may have been the last thing that he needed. What if he wanted to be alone?

With all this in mind, still you peeked inside. 

His office was tidy as usual. An original piece of artwork hung on the wall. His coat and hat hung on a rack by the door. The maroon pillows sat just so on the velvet settee. The anomaly was the mahogany desk, which hid beneath stacks of paper and manila envelopes. Chuuya slouched over the mess, pen in hand. He looked up after receiving no verbal response. The edge in his eyes disappeared and a crooked grin replaced his scowl.

“Hey,” he said. “Come on in.”

Entering his office, shutting the door behind you. Dark circles underlined his eyes, but the brightness in them warmed your heart. 

You leaned against the wall. “Long day?” 

“That’s one way to put it,” he sighed. “Heading home?”

“I was about to. When are you off?”

He glanced at the chaos that was his desk. “At least two more hours.”

“Damn,” you said. “That sucks.”

He chuckled at your bluntness. “All in a day’s work.”

You tried to chuckle along with him.

“Listen,” he said, “I’m sorry I missed lunch.”

You shook your head. “It’s fine. Did the trade go through?”

“As well as it could,” he said. “What’d you end up eating?”

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “A burger and fries from downtown.”

“Again?”

“Yes, again!” You laughed. “It’s tasty, okay?”

“Wouldn’t kill you to eat a vegetable every now and then, you know?”

“Chuuya,” you trailed off with a playful eye roll. 

“You’re the one that complains about how junk food makes you tired,” he said. 

“Yeah, yeah. Guess I won’t tell you I had a milkshake too then.” 

He made a show of shaking his head at your unhealthy eating habits before checking his watch. “Getting pretty late. Need me to walk you to your car?”

You looked at this man, with his rust-colored hair. The man most of Yokohama knew to fear. The man who cared so much for you, in his curmudgeonly way. Though neither of you said the words “I love you” often, they showed in every action you took toward each other. 

“Actually,” you said. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Shrugging off your coat, you put your bag on his couch to emphasize your point. 

“Babe,” he said in a soft tone of voice only you had the privilege to hear, “We can’t do anything. I gotta get this shit done.”

You gave a wave of your hand. “I know.”

His eyes trailed you as you retrieved a book from your bag. You took one of the chairs from the front of his desk and placed it next to him. After sitting down, you guested to the stapled sheets in front of him.

“Please, continue.”

“I won’t be good company,” he protested.

“I’m okay with that,” you said. 

He leaned back, raising an eyebrow. “You’re really gonna sit there for two hours?”

You sighed. “Yeah. I don’t give a shit what you’re doing. As long as I can just be here with you. But, if you want me to leave, I will.”

He blinked, mentally going over what you said. Then the grin reappeared. “Nah, I don’t want you to leave. Sit there and stare all you want.”

You snorted and lifted your book. “I’ll stick to reading, but thank you.”

Chuuya resumed his work, focusing hard on the papers before him. His eyes followed the inky words before he signed the dotted lines with a flourish. 

A few moments into reading your book, warmth and calluses encased your hand. Glancing over, you saw his eyes still raked over the papers. Without missing a beat, he raised the top of your hand to his lips. The tender kiss he pressed to it was the only affection he’d ever given you at work. 

“I’ve missed you, you know,” he murmured, eyes still on the sheaths of paper. 

You squeezed his hand. “Missed you too.”

He nodded and gave a slight smirk. He lowered your entwined hands to the desk and continued working. 

An hour later, you drifted off to sleep. When Chuuya finally finished his work, he drove you home.

[dawn-selfships]

Psst! You got any Areos and/or Borithyia headcanons??? (It can be sfw or nsfw, whatever you’d like lol! I love those cuties!)

On it!! :^) Some assorted ones I could recall on the go!! Areos ones first:

Ares is an early bird already (of course he is!! Army schedules!!), but after he starts dating Eos, it gives him even more reasons to get up early for his workout, because he can catch a sight of his wife flying in the sky <3 Apollo's chariot may be the most shining sight flying over the horizon, but Ares only pays attention to the dawn that comes before him. Eos' heart melts at his loveydovey eyes!! Especially since she is used to having been overshadowed by the sun for eons, and often feels like a useless deity compared to Helios and Selene.

Speaking of workout, it's also a chance for Eos to stare at Ares working out…that strong dad bod… Yup, she is shameless XD Ares in turn absolutely flirts back, and tries to impress Eos by lifting mega heavy weights (and probably ends up injuring himself by dropping one on his foot by accident LMFAOOO)

Eos herself is a soft coquette feminine lady, so the Spartan culture where women are encouraged to be tough fighters as well comes as a suprise to her. (but a pleasant one!!) Even if she's absolutely clumsy and hopeless with weapons, she does sometimes ask Ares to teach her swordfighting so she can impress him back... and yeah... those sparring sessions often do lead to them two of them making out against the wall, or even more 😏😏

Ares in my hcs, once had an affair with a human woman, which is why Fear and Terror are demigods in the Hercules universe. Another thing he bonds over with Eos!! Because he did genuinely love and misses that lady who moved on to Elysium a long time ago.

Harmonia is his teenage demigod daughter from the same affair! She and her dad are often at odds because Harmonia doesn't like weapons or fighting, and would rather read poetry about peace and love. Her and Eos immediately bonded!! :) (Also she crushes on Prince Kadmos in Prometheus High, and needless to say Ares is that super protective cranky dad who does not approve of anyone ogling his little girl 🤣🤣)

When it comes to the Areos extended family... let's just say that Fear and Terror had the easiest time bonding with south wind Notus, the most goofy himbo out of the wind brothers, and the three of them often team up for triple mischief LMAO (like doing the ancient Greek equivalent of prank calls, aka writing longass messages on mega heavy rocks and telling poor shorty twink Hermes to deliver them)

Boreas originally refused to even breathe in the same room with Ares' offsprings. Meathead Spartan spawns like their blasted father, tch!! There will be no way I'll call those MY family!! ...........until one day he spotted Fear and Terror playing All Greek To Me, and got surprisingly, really invested in the game. Cue Eos walking into the room and seeing the three of them jovially bantering about Greek history knowledge🤣🤣(Also, Boreas is a softy for Harmonia :>)

As for the Borethyia ones!!

Boreas is self-conscious about himself and hides a lot of insecurity under that pompous smug surface :''') He knows he is not beautiful, graceful and kind like Zephyrus. His winds are cold and harsh, his presence kills nature and makes humans retreat to their warm homes. Zephyrus in turn?? Everyone loves the warm and gentle spring breezes!! Him and that goody goody little Persephone push away his cold winter, and mortals always congratulate them for it. Jealousy turned Boreas into a harsh and grumpy old man... and abandonment trauma over his dad's death did not help :'') TL;DR, Orithyia with her flirting and praising on his looks and body makes him melt into goo, because OH BOY is he an affection starved goober

His touch is cold, and yet Ori insists on keeping on cuddling him, kissing him, even at the risk of frostbite... she finds comfort in him, she feels safe.

At the end of my Borethyia lore i hc Ori becoming a goddess just like in mythology (however, only after she's served their time in Tartarus as punishment, after their immortality potion quest nearly released Kronos by accident) She becomes the Goddess of Frost, and needs to be careful from now on when interacting with their mortal friends, so she won't freeze them into icicles (let it gooo let it GOOOOOOO), but on the bright side she can now conjure skating rinks and snowman weather wherever she wants :^)

Boreas is deep down a huge softy for children and has always dreamt of one. Orithyia took several years before she was comfortable enough, because their own experience of growing in an abusive royal Athens family made Ori feel like she could not become a good parent. Guilt over the Immortality Potion ordeal did not help :''') But eventually she decided to roll with it because she wanted kids too, and thus they got Calais, Zetes and Khione!

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Beached. Part 14

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Précis: Kyle Jassen was looking for a quiet day at the beach, but a rogue football put her en route to a whirlwind romance with a hotshot naval fighter pilot

Note: I couldn’t help myself. This fic is cross-posted, and my first TGM fic. Since I was like an excited child and immediately began writing this fic after my first time watching TGM, some canon has been ignored. Another shorty but goodie.

Warnings: 18+ only—sexual content, contains adult themes and language; minors do not interact

Word count: 2.2k

I had volunteered to help set up for Asher and Maddie’s party. Lindsey took me up on my offer, but because they could hire help, it was a ploy for us to hang out before the festivities. Emma also came, and we drank Irish coffees on the patio. Primarily, I drank coffee while Emma and Lindsey chatted about the family. Every now and then I would be called upon to answer a question about California Jake.  

Lindsey sighed and sat her coffee on the table. “Those two idiots.” She was referring to her father and brother. “I’m just glad they didn’t rope Todd into boxing.” Lindsey pinched the bridge of her nose. “Normally Todd ends up wrapped in their shenanigans,” she explained.

“It’s never a dull moment with Jake.” I added, sipping my coffee. 

“Not much has changed.” Emma snorted. 

My eyes widened. “Do tell. I’d love some Jake anecdotes to hold against him later.”

I drank up every story as they spilled Jake’s adolescent antics. Well, the ones they knew about. My mind drifted, thinking about what he got into as the only boy—surely his sisters were spared that knowledge. 

The afternoon came too soon. Todd summoned Lindsey for hosting duties, and Emma was resigned to babysitting as her niece and nephew begged her to play with them. I took advantage of the alone time and continued to sip coffee. 

Jake had arrived but was busy reacquainting with cousins, aunts, uncles and longtime family friends. We already discussed that I was not expected to shake hands and kiss babies with him—we’d save that for the wedding the next evening.

I remained tucked away on the patio, not wanting to draw any attention, for as long as possible. After discreetly joining the crowd to sing “Happy Birthday” and watch the twins open their gifts, I wandered back to my perch. 

Upon my return, I found Elma. “Hi!” I greeted her. 

“Come, sit!” She patted the cushion next to her. She had a full tea service with sandwiches sitting on the table. She readied me tea as I sat. With a grateful nod, I accepted the cup. “Are you enjoying your stay?” She asked as she sipped her beverage.

“It’s been lovely. Mostly,” I replied, mirroring her actions. 

She sighed. “I’m sorry about dinner. Thomas is often a Grade A ass.” Elma took a sip of tea.

“Why?” The question fell from my lips before I realized I had asked.

Elma’s shoulders rose toward her ears. “It’s hard to say. I think he needs Jake and is a little jealous that Jake managed to carve his own path instead of following Thomas’ wishes.”

Before Elma and I could dive any deeper, Jake appeared. “There you are.” His Seresin Smile™ beaming.

I smiled back. “Hey.” He sat down beside me and stole my tea. Elma scolded him while she prepared another one. I took the fresh one and shot him a glare. Happily sipping my, now his, tea, he pretended not to notice.

“How was your morning?” He looked at me. Elma also waited for me to respond.

I leaned back in my seat. “Mhmmm, I learned a lot about baby Jake.” His eyes widened. “Not from Elma, from your sisters. Although, I think Elma might have juicier stories.” I leaned over and winked at her. “We’ll have to chat later.” She chortled.

“Oh, boy.” He put his teacup to his lips. “I suppose it’s time for you to learn more Seresin family secrets, including our football plays.” My eyebrows rose. “I told you I needed you to throw the pigskin with my dad. It’s time for our family football game! Tradition at every birthday party.”

“You’re kidding.” I stated more than asked. Elma was shaking her head. 

He put his cup on the table, repeated his actions with mine and presented his hand to help me up. “Serious as a heart attack.” He kept hold of my hand as we neared a slew of people getting pinnies and being sorted into teams.

“What happened to a casual backyard toss around?” I inquired.

“It’ll start more casual than usual—there are kids in this game.” He lowered his sunglasses and winked.

Thomas and Jake served as the starting quarterbacks and captains. In the years of Jake’s absence, Todd had been serving as a captain. However, Thomas was quick to let his son-in-law know that his biological son was much more athletically inclined and would call the shots. 

It was fun cheering on the kids as they ran the ball like tiny drunk people down the field. The touchdown dances caused scores of laughter from kids and adults alike. Little did I know, Jake was beaming, watching me with his niece and nephew. At one point, they toppled me over and dogpiled on me. Everyone was unharmed, but Jake was quick to my rescue, tossing the pair over his shoulders.

Eventually, the kids got bored and it was time for the adults-only game. “Kyle.” I turned just in time to two-hand catch a ball that Jake spiraled right to me. “You’re up.”

“Excuse me?” Thomas looked between us.

Jake shrugged. “My team, I decide the positions. Kyle is QB.” Jake lined us up offensively for the first snap. Thomas quickly lined up his team to defend. “Enjoy the view.” As my center, Jake looked over his shoulder and winked as he crouched down in front of me to snap the ball. I rolled my eyes as I got into position. 

Since I was still learning the Seresin playbook, Jake called the play and hiked the ball. I caught it and watched everyone running in front me. I dropped back into the pocket and looked for an opening. Jake was streaking up the field, his dad, not even close, but the closest opponent to him. Aligning my fingers with the laces, I pulled my arm back behind my head and launched the ball. It spiraled perfectly and nestled in the crook of Jake’s elbow for him to run into the end zone. We all threw our arms up in celebration. 

Thomas stared at me as I jogged down to celebrate with Jake. Jake threw an arm around me as we walked back for the next snap. Thomas shrugged with a smug look on his face. “Lucky throw.” Unconsciously, a smile pulled the corners of my lips as I thought about how mad Thomas was going to be when every throw was just as lucky as the first one.

Now on defense, my team lined up. Our team had discussed the play. I had my route to cover the opposing receiver, which was Todd. The ball snapped, and I tracked his path. Thomas threw the ball, and I leapt to intercept it with one hand. Cradling the ball, I charged down the field, walking by the time I crossed the end zone. Jake was whooping and hollering along with the rest of our team. 

Thomas seemed incredulous as we walked back to reset. The next four drives all ended with me throwing to a receiver for a touchdown or me intercepting the ball for a pick six. It didn’t matter what play Thomas ran, I anticipated and countered. 

Not slouches themselves, Emma and Lindsey were very impressed with me. “Where did you find this machine?” They asked Jake. 

He laughed. “We didn’t name her MVP for nothing!” His arm hooked around my neck and kissed my sweaty temple.

Thomas was clearly unhappy with how the game was going.“Let’s mix up the teams—redraft!” Thomas yelled. 

“Redraft!” Everyone echoed. We all lined up. In addition, Thomas decided Todd could reclaim his captain position. Jake fell into line with the rest of us. Thomas allowed himself to choose first and selected Jake, so Todd picked his wife (of course!), and then Thomas chose his other daughter. Ever the good son-in-law, Todd played right into Thomas’ hand, choosing me next. 

My body shook with laughter. Thomas eyed me like he wanted to have me committed. “I assume Jake didn’t have time to tell you how we met as you were punching each other in the face?” His expression never changed. I shrugged my shoulders. “Your loss.”

Jake and I lined up across from each other. “We’re doing full contact?” I winked at him. He just shook his head in disbelief. I blew him a kiss in response. Todd began shouting the play. 

Through the entire quarter, every play, every position, I out ran, out jumped and out performed Jake or whoever else Thomas put in front of me. The icing on the cake was me sacking Thomas (it was a soft tackle!), forcing a fumble and recovering the ball for a touchdown. 

Thomas was still pouting on the ground after my team was done celebrating. I walked back and extended a hand to help him up. He stared at me hard for a minute and then accepted it. We locked eyes as he stood. Jake clearly inherited Thomas’ height as I looked up to keep eye contact. “Good game.” I smiled and walked away. 

Later, I learned I had cemented my claim as Elma’s second favorite human (behind Jake, of course). Emma and Lindsey were still in awe, and Linda was proud of how I handled Thomas. 

Jake, well, it was like the day we met all over again. However, this time, his behavior wasn’t at all reserved. 

As we returned to our cabin, my adrenaline was still soaring. That was my championship game. I managed to put Thomas in his place and further my rapport with the rest of the Seresins.

From behind, Jake’s hands hugged my hips and his face nestled into the crook of my neck. Quickly, I turned to face him, my hands resting on his chest. His sank to my ass. 

We stared at each other, and then I pushed myself onto my tiptoes so our lips met. One of his hands slipped to the base of my neck and the other stayed planted on my backside. My hands wandered south and dipped past the waistband of his shorts. 

Jake was already semi-hard. He growled as our lips separated. His jaw came to rest against my temple, and his hand stayed anchored on my neck. I looked between us and pulled his shorts away from his body just enough to allow a stream of saliva to drop into my hand. He purred as my hand worked along his length. Occasionally, I would run my thumb over his tip. Soft neck squeezes let me know he was enjoying himself.

A smile graced my lips as I listened to the string of curses and praises leaving Jake's mouth. I continued my work but guided his body to the closest surface, which happened to be the plush reading chair in the library nook. My hands left him just long enough to push him into the chair and then pull his shorts to his ankles. He wanted to step out, but I kept him shackled. 

Our gazes locked, me looking up at him through my lashes. I was still clothed, kneeling on the floor. I sat back on my calves to continue guiding my hands along him. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as he white-knuckled the chair arms. It was taking all his might not to buck his hips, which he knew would lead to me dragging out the handjob longer. 

I held his stare as my lips moved to his tip. My lips rested on it as I let spit pool and drip down his length, my hand helping spread it down his shaft. My tongue lapped the underside of his tip, and then traced the ridges. Eventually, I slipped the whole head in my mouth. Slowly, I began bobbing up and down, adding more of his length each time. Suddenly, I felt Jake take a deep breath. I watched, never faltering, as he remembered to breathe. 

My palms came to rest on the floor in front me as my mouth continued to work. At this point, I was in a rhythm, taking his whole length. Purposefully, I exaggerated some of my sounds to fulfill Jake’s favorite porn fantasies. Every so often—him plunged in the back of my throat—I’d hold him there and slide my tongue around his balls. 

He groaned. “Can I cum in your throat?” Always a gentleman, even on the brink of orgasm. Encouraging his release, I constricted my throat. He melted back into the chair and gripped the arms. I stayed with him as his hips bucked. We stilled as he twitched in my mouth. I watched his rollercoaster of facial expressions as his cum coated my esophagus. After a minute, I hollowed my cheeks and began to pull away. His tip came out with a pop, and I licked my lips. 

“A gift for my biggest fan.” I got off the floor and stood in front of him. He was spent—his bare chest sweaty and knees splayed but ankles together, cuffed by his shorts. His elbows rested on the chair arms and his forearms dangled off the sides. His body was low in the chair because his hips were still at the edge. He was relaxed, unguarded. After a few seconds, he looked at me. 

“God, you’re gorgeous.” In his post-orgasm haze, I’m sure I looked ethereal to him—lips swollen and cheeks flushed. A smile played across my face as I leaned forward and put my hands on the chair arms. 

Our faces were close. “Just wait until you see me cleaned up.”

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They'll never admit it outright, but SugarBoo finds Charlie attractive and does wish they were around when Al & Seth & Chuck were a thing. The two cross paths every so often occasionally by sheer chance & gossip about the Bittersweet Boys when they do run into one another, despite the distance (Boo does ship their baked goods personally to the City, as HC'ed through Faust/Star's date involving Sugar's own goodies, Beau expanding their foodie empire, our NB needs to stretch their legs now and again, originally being a vagabond after that disastrous hurricane, restless shortie they be).

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Revenge of the Nerds

Full disclosure. I have a hard time figuring out when getting revenge is the right thing or avenging is the right thing. I know one involves when something is done to you and the other is when something is done to someone else, but there is a blurry line between the pair. In either case it is about trying to make something right that is very wrong. It is a cautionary tale however. There are times when you just need to let it be.

An example of that takes place in boxing or MMA fighting. You have just had your face pounded in during a severe one sided pummeling. Usually the loser can be heard asking for a rematch to avenge the loss. (or is it a rematch so he can get revenge? I am getting a headache.) Is this really what he should be doing? One more blow to his already addled brain and we are talking a lifetime of wearing a drool bucket around his neck.

That example aside, there are things that I see requiring some serious fixing to make this right. I am only bringing up cases that have affected me personally, hurting my way of life and happiness.

Whoever designs food packaging. Stop putting goodies in oversized boxes and bags, raising my hopes of how much is contained. These people should be made to wear oversized clothing all the time, or if they put things in cello bags that are almost impossible to open without scissors, undersized clothes. When I want the food I want it now.

Educators. We were in a store today and one employee called over to another asking 'how much is 9 and 6?'. Seriously? Don't even get me going on spelling and grammar. Each year students should be tested at the end of the year for basic reading, writing and arithmetic. (how in the heck are these 3 r's?) If more than two students fail the basics but are still told they can move on to the next grade the teacher should have to attend mandatory summer school as a student themself. They can't leave until they get it right. Am I avenging the poor undereducated students or getting revenge for having to stand in line while someone takes out a calculator to see how much change to give me when the price is $4 and I give them a $5 bill?

To all the lousy drivers out there that keep cutting me off regardless of if I am driving or walking. I want to be outfitted with a rocket launcher in my car and a laser cannon that fits in my pocket. Retribution would be swift plus it would clear the road nicely.

For anyone that likes to give wedgies develop underwear that emits a toxic nerve gas as soon as the elastic moves past your belt line. Have it local so the only one affected is the one standing directly behind you.

Make it so the doors of stalls in public washrooms cannot open until the toilet is flushed. That'll teach a nice lesson.

If you have a tall neighbor that always looks down at you and calls you shorty, arrange for an NBA player to move in beside them. Watch them sweat as they realize their six foot high fence will not keep out unwanted gazes.

If someone gives you a crappy gift for Christmas or your birthday hang on to it and just give it back next year. Give them an icy stare as they open it. The only thing that is worse than Christmas cake is a year old Christmas cake.

THOUGHT OF THE WEEK: No one ever made their life better by holding on to a grudge.

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When it comes to you if you reach the moon Can I be there too?

Kings of Leon- When You See Yourself, Are You Far Away

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just like dad , rooster

note, this is my application to join top gun tumblr. so.... slay! anyways, i love rooster as a dad and might make this a little au family series. haven't thought that far into the future. if people enjoy this, lmk if you want to see a little family series. another note, i promise all my fics aren't dad content. i have three other fics in my drafts (all top gun related) that aren't dad content. pair, bradley "rooster" bradshaw x reader summary, bradley left for a mission two days ago, and his daughter, jamie, misses him. so y/n helps take her mind off it. warnings, children word count, 849 words (shorty but a goodie)

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Bradley had only been gone on his mission for 2 days but you could tell that Jamie was taking it hard. She always did whenever he went away. It wasn't even a long mission, but it always felt like an eternity to Jamie in her 4-year-old brain.

"When's daddy coming home?" Jamie had been asking that question all morning.

"In two days." You answered as you set a plate of fruit in front of her.

"That's so far away." She whined, picking at the strawberries on her plate.

You watched her eat her breakfast before a thought popped into your head, "I have an idea." Once she was done eating breakfast, you both got ready and headed for the mall.

"Do you know what that says?" You asked Jamie as you approached the store. She shook her head, but her eyes were drawn to all the colorful bears lining the walls of the store.

"Bears." She pointed.

"Yeah." You set her down and let her run around, looking at all the bears. When she finally picked out a bear, you moved over to the sound station.

You played her a couple voicemails that Rooster had left and she finally made up her mind after listening to all of them, "Hi, Jamie-Jam! Daddy misses you, and I'll be home real soon. I love you, and don't forget to give mommy a big kiss for me."

She stuffed it, gave the heart a big kiss, then placed it inside the back of the bear. After getting him all sewed up, she wandered around the clothing area. Lots of accessories for her new bear caught her attention, but when she saw the pair of sunglasses, her eyes went wide, and she made an immediate beeline over to them.

You couldn't help but laugh as she passed up the pair of pink sunglasses, that you knew would match the pair she had at home, in favor of the aviators.

After finding the accessories, you made your way over to the name station, "What do you want to name your bear?" She pursed her lips and thought about it for a second.

"Goose." She answered and your heart melted.

"All right, Goose it is." You nodded, typing it into the computer.

-

Two days after getting Goose, Rooster was walking up the pathway towards your house, a smile gracing his lips as he spotted the sign you always put up for him when he got back from missions.

He used his key and before he could even push open the door, Jamie was throwing the door open and greeting him with a big squeal, "Daddy!"

"Hi, baby!" He picked her up and spun her around, "Come on, let's go inside." He carried both Jamie and his bag inside. Jamie talked his ear off the entire time as he carried her inside and towards the dining table.

You popped out of the kitchen, where you were making a mid-day snack for you and Jamie before your husband came through the doors, and locked eyes with Rooster, smiling as he listened to everything Jamie told him, not taking his eyes off her for a minute.

"Hey, Jam?" You grabbed her attention, "Want to go show daddy your new friend?" Jamie nodded eagerly, hopped off her dad's lap, and ran to her room.

He pushed his chair out, letting you take residence on one of his legs. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist.

"How was it?" You asked, playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck.

He hummed, "Not too bad. Went quicker than we thought it would."

"Hmm, explains why you're home earlier."

"It's only a couple hours."

"Still." You shrugged. Right before you could say anything else, Jamie came running back in, holding Goose in her arms. You pushed yourself off his lap and let Jamie take your place. She showed her dad the bear, who also let out a laugh when he saw the sunglasses.

"Look at this." He looked at the bear, taking it all in.

"We went to Build-A-Bear and got a bear. Squeeze him." You instructed, and Rooster followed your instructions.

He smiled when he heard the recording, "That's me."

"So now, we'll always have a part of you while you're not here, saving the world." You smiled.

"He has sunglasses, just like you do." Jamie showed him.

"I can see that."

"Tell daddy what his name is." Rooster looked from you to Jamie.

"Goose." You saw Rooster's eyes soften and he smiled, almost tearfully, pulling Jamie into a hug.

"And what did you tell your class you want to be when you grew up?"

"I want to be like you, daddy."

"You want to be like me?"

"I want to fly in the sky." She told him. You thought, judging by the look on his face, he would burst straight into tears.

He gathered himself, "3 generations of Bradshaw pilots? The Navy won't know what hit 'em." He held out his fist, and Jamie gave him one of those exploding fistbumps.

-

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QUICK!! synonym for slut and bastard pleeez reading through your fica i know you have like a thousand

NICKNAMES

SEXUALLY DEGRADING NICKNAMES YANDERE CALLS DARLING:

whore

cunt

slut

bad girl

brat

bitch

bitch in heat

cock craving whore/bitch/slut...

cock-sleeve

fleshlight

cock-toy

cock-sucker

cock-whore

cow

crybaby

cuck

cuckold

cum-bucket

cum-dump

cum-dumpster

cum-junkie

cum-muffin

cum-rag

cum-whore

cum-slut

cunt

dirty girl/whore/slut/bitch...

dumb bitch/whore/cunt...

fuck

fuck-slave

fuck-bunny

fuck-hole

fuck-meat

fuck-muffin

fuck-toy

rope-bunny

girl/boy

good girl/boy

hole

lazy-ass

little girl/boy

maid

meat

my little girl/boy

naughty

naughty little slut/whore/girl/boy...

needy

no-good bitch/slut/whore...

good-for-nothing bitch/slut...

pet

pig

piggy

play-toy

toy

property

pussy

servant

sex-slave

skank

slave

slut

whore

worthless bitch/slut/whore

ball-licker

hoe

skag

puppet

OTHER DEGRADING BUT NONE-SEXUAL NICKNAMES YANDERE CALLS DARLING (most of these are in a school setting, where yandere bullies darling):

quirkless

loser

extra

nerd

four-eyes

flat-chest

freckles

cheeks

doe-eyes

betty-boop

buttercup

dumbo

bo peep

pip

barbie

brat

ladybug

minnie

kirby

kuromi

tinker bell

specs

glasses

goggles

geek

dweeb

bookworm

dink

dumbbell

dork

loser

crybaby

dopey

dumbass

doofus

dummy

freak

waste

stupid

idiot

useless

wimp

clown

clutz

ditz

silly

fool

scaredy-cat

fraidy-cat

weakling

virgin

goodie-two-shoes

stuck-up

little-miss-perfect

twerp

people-pleaser

teacher's pet

suck-up

kiss-ass

stick-in-the-mud

good-girl

school-girl

shortie

short-stuff

power-puff

bun-bun

tweety-bird

squirtle

pussyfoot

smurfette

chip

daisy

pebble

carebear

puss in boots

bam bam

roo

mumble

pikachu

snoopy

bambi

pusheen

jigglypuff

pinkie pie

fluttershy

sweetie belle

boo

shortcake

shrimp

pipsqueak

OTHER CUTE or not so cute NICKNAMES YANDERE CALLS DARLING:

lamb

bunny

shortcake

fire-cracker

mouse

peanut

sweet-pea

dove

birdie

duckling

turtle-dove

chibi

teddy

teddy-bear

baby

babe

kitty

kitten

sweetheart

princess

beautiful

angel

angel-face

little one

buttercup

toots

cupcake

cookie

pookie

snookie

snookums

baby-doll

baby-cakes

doll

love

peaches

peach

pretty

sweetie

honey

cupcake

cutie-pie

cutie

boo

candy

sugar

precious

SPITEFULE NICKNAMES DARLING CALLS YANDERE:

wierdo

sicko

perv

pervert

snake

leach

a-hole

ass

asshole

creep

freak

worm

jerk

sick fuck

panty-sniffer

psycopath

monster

beast

animal

insane fucker/fuck/creep

sick

stalker

lurker

peeper

bully

oaf

swine

gross fuck

villain

EADEARING NICKNAMES DARLING CALLS YANDERE, or names yandere might make darling call him:

softie

goof

master

king

god

hero

daddy

love

husband

handsome

darling

dear

honey

hubby

NICKNAMES YANDERE CALLS DARLING'S BOYFRIEND or other people that might get in the way:

worthless piece of shit

coward

shrimp

small-fry

squirt

pipsqueak

pup

snot-nosed wimp/loser...

asswipe

assclown

assfuck

bastard

cunt

dick

dickwad

dickweed

douche

fucker

fuckstain

fucktard

jackass

piece of shit

sack of shit

scumbag

scum

shitface

shithead

worm

sleaze

twat

twit

turd

waste

wimp

worm

lapdog

ass

dick

fucker

horn-ball

mother-fucker

shit-stain

loser

skidmark

the list is just a general guide. I sometimes use names from one list for another purpose. f.eks if the darling is being really rebellious and manages to hurt the yandere in some way, the yandere might call her a psychopath for a change and not the other way around.

[wrestlersownmyheart]

Hello it's me again! I loved your Adam Cole fic so much that I had to request an imagine myself! 💕🥰

The reader is a movie star actress and she's newly married to Adam Cole (secretly, only their parents and their best friends knew about the two marrying) but one of Adam's friends from the Elite accidentally leaked a photo of them and the press and her fans started to criticize Adam; how he was out of her league and whatnot, making him a little insecure about himself and the reader assures him that he's good enough for her, with the reader posting on social media to clear the air/show off her amazing husband to the world

Thank you for the kind words! HOpe you enjoy this! :-)

Pairing: Adam Cole X (Famous Actress) Reader Summary: When one of Y/N's and Adam's close friends leak a photo of their wedding, fans become critical of Adam. After he grows a little insecure, Y/N has to lift her man back up. Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with AEW. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content/Trigger Warnings: Fluff

Note: This is another shorty, but hopefully a goodie! It was requested by @sultryfandoms And I hope it is enjoyed!

You're the One For Me

You were cuddled up with your new husband, Adam Cole, on your huge sofa when your phones both buzzed with a notification. As Adam kissed your neck, you giggled and reached for said phone. Then he was reaching for his own phone as well.

Upon looking at the screen, you saw that it was a tweet notification from your mutual friend, Kenny Omega. A tweet that you were both tagged in.

It was a photo of your private--and secret--wedding only a month before, you were smiling up at Adam and the two of you were about to kiss.

“@adamcolepro @Y/N Such a beautiful wedding,” the tweet read.

“What the hell,” You and Adam both said at the same time.

The wedding was supposed to be a secret. You weren’t ready for it to be out yet.

Immediately, you dialed Kenny up on speaker phone.

“I know! I know!” He greeted. “I just deleted it. I’m so sorry. It just slipped my mind.”

“What were you thinking??” You demanded.

“Well, I was going through pics on my phone and saw it, and thought what a beautiful photo it was, and I just wasn’t thinking.”

“Yeah, you clearly weren’t.” You groaned softly.

“I’m so sorry, really, Y/N.”

“I know. I know. It’s okay. It was bound to come out sooner or later anyway.” Your phone vibrated with another alert and you quickly checked and saw it was another tweet from Kenny.

“‘Oops, my bad!’?” You questioned. “My bad? Really? That’s the best you can come up with?”

“I’m flustered, Y/N! Give me a break!”

Suddenly your phone was blowing up with alerts. “Oh, no,” you groaned again.

“What is it?”

“My phone is going crazy! Because of your tweet, people are going insane!”

“My phone is going nuts too,” Adam said, by your side. He was looking his phone over. “Oh wow, these people are being HARSH. What the hell?”

“I’m really sorry guys…”

“Yeah, we’ll talk about it later. We have some damage control to do. Bye Kenny.” Without giving him a chance to reply, you hung up and began reading through the horrible tweets being sent your way.

@adamcolepro is so out of @Y/N’s league it’s not even funny.

@Y/N can do so much better. @adamcolepro doesn’t even have a six-pack!

@adamcolepro How did this guy manage to marry @Y/N? For real. He’s not that great.

Disgusted, you laid your phone aside. Glanced over at Adam to find him looking at his phone, his brows furrowed in concentration.

“Babe? What’s wrong,” you asked.

“Do I look flabby?” He asked. “I mean… I don’t have a six pack…”

“No baby,” You said softly, turning his face to yours. “You are not flabby or anything of the sort. Don’t listen to them. They are just jealous.”

He nodded without saying anything. You had a feeling this was just the beginning of this discussion.

“You’re gorgeous, babe, really. You have nothing to worry about.” You told him, shifting over and settling yourself in his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed him.

“Okay.”

“How about I make our favorite lunch?

“I don’t know, Y/N. Maybe I ought to eat something else.”

“You’re not going to let go of what they said are you?”

“It’s a little hard to just let it go,” he admitted. “I mean… they have a point. Maybe I should start adding more ab crunches into my workout.”

“Oh babe,” You said on a groan. “You’re absolutely fine. Believe me. If I hadn’t been attracted to you I wouldn’t have fallen in love with you. There has to be a level of attraction, ya know? And my level of attraction is pretty darn high.”

Adam grinned at you, “Okay, I believe you. But it still wouldn’t hurt to workout a little harder.”

You sighed, “Whatever floats your boat, babe. Whatever floats your boat.”

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

Several days passed since that eventful tweet, and Adam had sure enough began working out harder than ever. You worried that he’d over-do it. That he’d hurt himself. But he seemed to grow stronger, leaner. You were beginning to see lines in his stomach that weren’t there before.

“Babe, aren’t you going a little crazy with the workouts?”

“Don’t you like the results,” Adam asked, pulling you into his arms and kissing you.

“Yes, I do. I love them. But then again, I loved you before the results. Just be careful okay? I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“I’m not going to hurt myself, I promise,” he replied, with another kiss.

“It just seems like you spend all your time working out now. We’ve not had much time together for the past week. We’re supposed to still be in the honeymoon phase, you know?”

He nodded, “I get it. And you’re right. I’ll try to lighten up a bit.”

You felt bad. You could see that the horrible tweets were still weighing on his mind. You hated seeing him so insecure. It wasn’t like him. He was usually really confident and almost cocky. You loved that about him. The first time you met sparks had flown. You were acting in a new movie and Adam had a small part in it--only one scene with you and then a couple other scenes with other actors. But the minute your skin touched in a handshake when you met, you knew you’d found the man of your dreams. You knew you’d marry him. You just didn’t realize it would be so soon--six months to be exact.

You wanted your cocky, confident--yes, at times egotistical husband back.

You decided then and there to go on Instagram and address the very large elephant in the room, so to speak. Giving Adam a soft kiss on the mouth, you left your private gym in the basement and headed upstairs for the living room.

Sitting on the sofa, you pulled up Instagram on your phone and started to post a photo from your wedding. And with it you began typing out a message to the fans and un-fans alike. You made sure to tag your husband in the post as well so he wouldn't miss it.

When you were finished, you sat the phone aside and waited.

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

Adam was working on his crunches when his phone alerted him to an Instagram notification. Stopping what he was doing, he picked up the phone and saw that it was a post from Y/N. Curious, he read it.

It said:

Dear fans, and non-fans,

I realize that a few days ago a photo was accidentally leaked of my wedding to @adamcolepro. While it was not our plans to reveal our marriage yet, I’m glad it is now out. I want you to know that I’m thankful for those of you who are being supportive. It means the world to me. But to those who have been nothing but hateful and distasteful toward my husband, I do not appreciate it, or the things I’ve read.

To those who’re saying I could do so much better, that is a lie. I could not do any better than Adam because there IS no better than Adam. He’s the light in my life and I’m so grateful to be his wife. As for the awful comments made about him.... I’m chalking it up to pure jealousy. Adam, in my opinion, is the most gorgeous man on the face of the planet.

I hope that this clears the air and puts this issue to rest. If not, that’s on you, not me or Adam. We will continue being happy and living our best life while you will keep being the miserable person you are.

Sincerely,

Y/N/Cole

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

After about fifteen minutes, you saw Adam come up from the basement with a pleased, but baffled look on his face. “Did you really mean all that?” He asked you, indicating the instagram post on his phone.

“With every fiber of my being,” you said softly, making room for him on the sofa. He walked over and sat down on the sofa next to you and pulled you onto his lap. “You’re the one for me.”

“I love you, ya know that?”

You nodded, almost shyly, and kissed him. “Yes. And I love you every bit as much.”

He returned your kiss, deepened it. “What do you say we go upstairs and enjoy some of the honeymoon phase of our marriage, huh?” He asked, standing to his feet with you cradled against his chest.

“I’m here for it,” you smiled, as he carried you to the stairs.

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