#but honestly yeah being able to turn off new followers would be nice. like if someone wanted to make themselves

[hua-fei-hua]

getting so tired of blocking all the spam bots. if tumblr had a "turn off new followers" option i'd most certainly be turning it on

[morganski-19]

Chills Right to the Marrow Part 42

ao3 link| part 1 . . . part 39, part 40, part 41

“And I know he doesn’t mean any of it,” Wayne explains, taking a long drag of his cigarette. “I’m just tired of it.”

Hopper scoffs. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

Wayne needed to get out of the house. Do something other than go to work. Go somewhere where he can just calm down from it all. Not have to get in the middle of a fight or have one.

Eddie doesn’t fight with Wayne as much as he does with Steve, but it’s there. Wayne’s just used to it. Knows how to bite back enough to get Eddie to stop. Has the history where Eddie knows where to draw the line. Where to stop.

But Steve just lets him yell. Lets him scream and insult and hurt. Does it right back, not giving a shit what happens afterward. It’s giving Eddie exactly what he wants.

“I know why he does it. He’s angry and in pain, so he takes it out on us. I just wish he would stop. It’s not helping anything.”

“Hey, dad,” Jim’s kid pops her head out of the doorway. “Can I go over to Max’s?”

“Yeah, see if Jonathan can take you.”

Jim’s kid, who Wayne knows by at least three different names and can’t for the life of him figure out which one is the real one, shakes her head. “He already said that he is busy.”

Jim rolls his eyes. “Course he is. Give me like twenty minutes and I’ll drive you over.”

“Ok.” She lets the door swing back shut.

“Jonathan Joyce’s son?” Wayne asks. Willing to take a moment off from dealing with his own stuff.

Jim nods. “Her oldest. He hasn’t been busy since Wheeler broke up with him. Probably just getting high in his room.”

Wayne scoffs. “You let him do that?”

“He’s an adult, he can make his own decisions. As long as I don’t catch him while on the clock, I won’t do anything. I’m more worried about him.”

Wayne doesn’t know much about Jim’s personal life. Other than before he met Joyce, back when his kid was in the hospital. He knows that him and Joyce have been together for a few months now, and that they merged families. But he doesn’t know about his relationship with Joyce’s kids. Jim doesn’t talk about them a lot.

He’s pretty reserved, Wayne realized. Which isn’t a problem, Wayne can be reserved most of the time as well. But it was nice to have someone to relate to. Someone his age, who can understand his viewpoint more. They’re on the same understanding level.

Wayne’s never been the type of person to make and keep a friend. There were the people he grew up with in high school. People he worked with. His neighbors. But beyond basic friendliness, there really wasn’t a bond. It was different with Jim. Their understandings turning into camaraderie. Maybe turning into friendship.

It’s almost stupid to think of it that way. Two men in their fifties becoming friends. For some reason, it doesn’t sound right. But Wayne has liked being able to lean on someone during this. Someone that isn’t the twenty year old that he lives with.

He sees the kids all rally around each other. They way that they are there for each other. Adapting with their new lives and moving forward, together. Able to cope with the changes of their lives as a group, rather than the individual.

It would be nice to have something like that.

“What do you mean?” Wayne offers, hoping Jim will open up.

Jim exhales a line of smoke. “He doesn’t have many friends. Only this one kid that he met out in California. But no one here. Other than Wheeler, he just had his family. I just wish he had someone to talk to about all of this. But he just shuts himself in his room and gets high. And don’t even get me started when I try to ask, he just snaps and pushes me out.”

“I have some experience with that.” He flicks his cigarette. “Honestly, it just takes time. If you keep showing up for them, they eventually start to open up to you.”

“I guess.” Jim stubs out his cigarette.

“Mr. Munson,” Jim’s kid calls out the door again. “There’s someone one the phone for you.”

Wayne tosses his bud into the ash tray, nodding. He heads inside, following the kid to the phone. “Hello.”

“Hey, it’s Steve. Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“No, that’s ok. What’s happening?”

Steve sighs. “Eddie hasn’t come out of his room all day. He’s locked the door and I can’t get him to come out. I thought maybe he might for you.”

Wayne rubs a hand down his face. “I’m heading back. Thanks for letting me know.”

“Ok. See you soon.”

He hangs the phone back on the receiver. Double checking that he has everything.

“That was Steve, wasn’t it?” A voice Wayne doesn’t recognize comes from behind him.

When he turns, he sees what he is assuming is Jonathan. Wearing clothes that look like they’ve been slept in. “It was.”

Jonathan scoffs. “So he calls our house now, great.”

“Jonathan,” Jim tries to scold. His voice rounding around the edges, trying not to be too harsh.

“No, I’m sick of this. It’s always Steve this and Steve that. I don’t get why he’s so great now. After all that he did. After that shit he pulled over spring break with Nancy. I don’t get what’s so great about the guy that he’s suddenly revered.”

“Oh my god, not again,” another voice comes from the living room. “You need to give it a rest, Jonathan.”

Wayne makes his way toward the door, feeling very out of place right now.

“Will, you don’t know what he said.”

“But I know what he’s done since then. You haven’t heard the things he’s done to protect the rest of us. You’re so blinded by the shit that happened three years ago to think that he could have changed.”

He hears a door slam as he makes his way to the porch. Letting out a long breath when he makes his way to his car.

“Sorry about that,” Jim apologizes.

“Do you know what that was about?”

He wants to know. Surprisingly. He’s living in Steve’s house. Trusting him with Eddie. If there was something that happened, especially whatever it was with Nancy. Considering that she and Steve seem to be really close now. With all that flirting he’s been doing with Eddie.

He needs to know that whatever Steve’s intentions are, they’re not going to screw Eddie over.

“Not really. I think it’s just an old grudge that he’s let fester.”

Wayne shakes his head. “Thanks for the smoke. I hope things get better for you.”

“Same goes for you. See you around.”

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[the-barricade]

meaningful memories

Vil Schoenheit x reader

You were one of Vil’s costars back when you were both children, and when you meet again at NRC you remind him of the happier parts of his childhood.

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All the rage recently was about the new transfer student that would be arriving at NRC today. Although it wasn’t obvious, Vil was excited to meet you, with all the gossip going around. Vil could be rather adverse to rumours, considering they usually weren’t the truest - and that prove itself quite quickly as many of the rumours surrounding you and your awaited arrival were contradictory.

However, one thing that did stay consistent was that you were apparently something of a celebrity, and that usually required some modicum of grace. Therefore, Vil wanted to keep a lookout for you, as it made you all the more likely to land yourself in Pomefiore. Which you did, unsurprisingly.

That didn’t mean you arrived without any surprises, however. After your dorm was confirmed, Vil had your introduction fully planned - he was going to meet you as soon as possible and make sure you understood the rules and weren’t going to disrupt the order of his dorm - that would be a disservice to the rest of his classmates.

After all, perfection takes work, and it’s hard to function in chaos.

And yet, that was exactly the state of his brain once he first saw you. He almost didn’t recognise you at first - you’d grown up and looked different now. But you had the unmistakable shine of a perfectly polished diamond, a beauty that mirrored on the inside out.

He forced himself to regain his composure, “Hello, it’s good to see you again.” He couldn’t help but smile as he said it.

You laughed at that, “Yeah, well I did say you wouldn’t be able to get rid of me, huh.” It was nice seeing him again.

That triggered a memory, so vivid, that even though his brain flicked through the image of it in a few moments, he felt like he was reliving the whole thing again.

It was the backstage of a set you two were filming a movie on, the first day of filming had just wrapped up. You could tell something was wrong with Vil, you’d become quite close to him if only by frequent proximity, so you followed him backstage. At first he didn’t notice you, you were being fairly quiet.

He practically slid down the wall and resigned himself to staring off at nothing in the distance. It seemed out of character for him, to say the least. He looked vulnerable, which was especially strange for the always on-guard perfectionist that was your co-star.

It was wrong to just stand there and watch him, without his knowledge, but you couldn’t just leave him like that either - so you did the best your young mind could think of at the time.

You’d rushed to turn the lights off and yelled “boo!” out as loud as you could. Safe to say you scared the lights out of him - and he wasn’t very amused. Thinking back on it, it was definitely silly, but it got his mind off of whatever he was thinking about.

“What on earth are you doing!”

“hi… um, sorry about that, you looked upset and I wanted to cheer you up?”

Honestly, Vil probably would’ve been upset at your actions in most other circumstances, but he found it so ridiculous that it was funny. He found it hard to even accuse you of being unprofessional as he greatly admired your talent whenever you were on set together - so instead he wondered how you could have both. How you could shine and be carefree at the same time.

He’d be mad at it, if it wasn’t what brought him back down to earth.

Clearly you realised something was wrong with him and wanted to help, that was more than what most people realised about him. Almost everyone thought that he was emotionless in his pursuit of perfection - despite being a child, so he appreciated your efforts.

“Why are you sad?”

He was hesitant to get into it, but you’d already seen him with his guard down, so he did. And he’s glad he did. So he told you all about the issues he had with people’s perception of him, his villainous typecast and his ongoing rivalry with Neige that the aforementioned actor was blissfully but frustratingly unaware of. He’d even told you about the group of boys that had tried to attack him just last week over a character he played.

It was awful, no one should have to experience that.

You were quick to envelope him in a startling hug, and he melted into it and the comfort it brought. Perfection came at a price, and you were one of the few people that not only saw him as human, but treated him so. It made him wish that he’d never have to let you go.

As you started to let loose on the hug, he held you just a bit tighter, sending a clear message.

“Hey… you know, I’m not going anywhere! In fact, you’re not even going to be able to get rid of me when you’re finally sick of me!” You were extraordinarily headstrong about it, feeling for the injustice Vil had been served before.

As the memory came to a close, Vil looked up at you with a brighter smile than before.

“Well, I’m glad you kept promise.”

[xoxoavenger]

Out Of The Woods

pairing: Derek Hale x Fem!Reader

summary: When you started crying, baby, I did too But when the sun came up, I was looking at you

word count: 2536

warnings: car crash, hospital visit, major character injury

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"So," Y/N's laying on Derek's couch, which is so much better than the one he had in the loft he had before he had moved away. "How long are you staying?" She had just helped him unpack his new house, and he was laying on the other side of the couch, their legs intertwined in the middle. She pretended that this was normal, but everyone already knew that Derek and Y/N had never been normal.

"For good." He had moved back because Cora didn't need him anymore and practically forced him back to Beacon Hills when more people kept leaving. Except the one girl that didn't know what was good for her; she's the reason Cora was so adamant and the reason Derek even agreed.

"At least this is better than your loft." That very girl tells him, bringing up her drink to her lips and smiling.

"Yeah," He gives a dry chuckle, and she just sighs.

"You didn't bring any pictures." She whispers looking around the small townhouse. He had brought few decorations, but the lack of pictures made it feel like a hotel room.

"I don't really have any." He tells her, taking a drink of his beer.

"That's so depressing." She rolls her eyes, sitting up. He frowns, which is just his usual face, honestly. What confuses her is when he stands, walking around. She stands as well, about to ask what he's looking for when he picks something up and walks back to her, holding it up with a small smile.

It's a camera.

"What are you doing?" She asks, heart filling with an unnamed emotion as he held the polaroid camera out, facing them.

"Decorating." He tells her, then closes his eyes and smiles. She's caught off guard when the flash goes off, and she instantly groans as she imagines how awful it's gonna look.

"Take another one!" She grabs his bicep and pulls, but he just shakes his head and holds the developing picture above his head so she can't grab it.

"I like this one." He tells her simply, but she just shakes her head as she reaches for it.

"You can't even see it!" She cries, reaching again but to no avail.

"Neither can you!" He tells her with a laugh, one that makes her momentarily forget what she had been fighting about. When she lets go of him, he brings the photo down. It's light contrast, barely developed, but when she looks at it, she actually thinks it's cute. She doesn't look completely insane like she had previously thought. Instead, she's halfway smiling as her turning blurs her body a little bit, creating an effect she likes.

"That's actually really nice." She tells him, and he just smiles.

"If only I had a frame." He tells her, moving to prop it on an end table near the hallway.

~

"I can't believe this is what it takes for everyone to get back together." Y/N mutters as she follows Derek through the trees behind his house. He doesn't say anything in return, which is fine because she's now breathing heavy from running for so long and so fast.

"Hold on," He stops running so quickly that when she tries to slow down she slides in the dirt. She pops up slowly and quietly, waiting for him to tell her what was going on. "They're in front of us." He whispers, looking up. This is a new threat they're fighting, some kind of vampire and witch pack that confuses the shit out of Stiles, even if he refuses to admit it.

"Where do we go?" Y/N asks, the racing of her heart now due to her being terrified. It's beating so fast and so violently it hurts, and she almost throws up until Derek grabs her hand.

"We can't outrun them." Even with Derek's super human abilities, the only way he'd be able to make it out himself would be if he chose his other form, which would leave Y/N behind. She can't run nearly as fast, or for as long.

"We should split up." She tells him. The look she gets as he snaps his head toward her makes her feel sick once more.

"Absolutely not." He grabs her wrist and pulls her along, dodging trees and branches. "We need a car."

She trips a couple times, and Derek catches her all but once. The last time she trips, they're close to a road, but the roots are still thick. As she goes down, her hand slips from Derek's grasp. A low branch cuts her neck, deeper than a scratch but not deep enough to bee too much of a problem. The problem comes when she falls and is unable to catch herself, her free hand twisting underneath her as the hand that Derek had been grabbing falls after her face hits the ground.

She's jarred for a second, her head feeling fuzzy. It comes to a point a couple seconds later when the world comes back into focus and the pain centers on her temple, right where she hit the hard root.

"Shit," Derek is freaking out now, because as if their natural scent and crashing through the woods wasn't enough, the fresh blood that's been spilled from not only the scratch but also now her head is sure to send a beacon of their location.

He pulls her up, having to drag her along as she had the wind knocked out of her. He feels bad, but he knows they're barely surviving by the skin of their teeth. He wishes he could call someone to help, but they had left in such a rush that neither of them grabbed their phones before everyone had split off in pairs.

He makes it to the street, then skirts around the trees to make it back to his house. Half the cars that had been on the street were gone, and he can't help but be thankful that he had left the Camaro in Beacon Hills and brought it back to his house. It'd go much faster than his SUV. Luckily, by the time they make it over, Y/N can run and the pack is still in the woods.

"Camaro." He tells her. They sprint ahead.

~

"Oh my God." Y/N's sneaking through Derek's stuff under the guise of unpacking, and while he knows what she's doing he's decided to let it happen because he doesn't have that much anyway.

"What'd you find?" He turns and asks her, and then he sees what she's holding up.

"Who'd you get this for?" She whispers, heart breaking only slightly. It seems Derek may have come back to Beacon Hills for a woman.

The necklace she has in her hand is beautiful, one that must've been picked for someone special and well as cost a fortune. She loves it, and she can't bear to look at it because it's just so beautiful and thoughtful.

"Uh," Derek isn't quite sure what to say. He had been planning on giving it to her eventually, but not this soon. He wasn't quite sure how to give it to her yet. "You."

"What?" She looks up at him, eyes wide and a smile playing on her lips. "But this, this," She isn't sure what to say, so Derek moves around her to take it, putting it around her neck.

"Do you like it?" He's nervous in a way he's never been before, but the look on her face and beating of her heart tells him everything he needs to know.

A couple minutes later they're out in the living room, deciding what to watch, when she jumps up.

"Why do we have to watch something?" She asks, smiling.

"What are we supposed to do instead?" Derek questions, looking at her quizzically.

"Dancing." She smirks, taking her phone out and playing some random song. He lets her pull him up but stays frowning.

"There's no room to dance." He tells her, and she just sighs. She drops his hand and pushes the coffee table to the side. "Still not enough."

"How much room do you need?" She laughs loudly, and he joins in softly. The song is still playing, so he grabs her hand and brings her close.

They come together slowly, both his arms going around her back. She puts on hand on his shoulder and the other over his heart, which makes his heart race. He moves one hand to cover her's, and she lets her head rest on his chest.

The two comfortably sway, both completely enthralled in the moment with soaring hearts and heads in the clouds.

~

"The door won't open!" She whisper-yells, terrified of the pack that has to be closing in. She pulls hard, barely noticing the tears running down her cheeks.

"Hold on," Derek is patting his pockets, but they both know that what he's looking for isn't there.

The keys are in the house.

They race to the front door, Derek breaking the handle in favor of getting in quickly. He grabs the keys from the bowl by the front door, thanking God that he's kept a neat house, and the two run out without bothering to shut the door; the knob doesn't work anyway.

When she gets back to the Camaro, the doors are already unlocked. She throws herself inside, barely locking the doors when she sees the red eyes from the woods.

"Oh God," She mutters, frozen in shock. "Derek, drive!" She shouts, shaking. Derek starts the Camaro and backs out of the driveway, scraping the bottom of the car without a care. The sharp gasp she gives when the creature begins to run from the trees startles Derek, but he doesn't show it.

"How many are there?" He asks, looking behind them for a moment as he accelerates down the street. It's late, too late for anyone to be out. When the pack had invaded in the first place, they had been getting ready to sleep anyway, their friends staying the night. The McCall pack had planned a small reunion, everyone coming back for a long weekend, and of course the monster pack had decided that night to attack.

"At least two," She mutters as she looks out to see more and more monsters coming at them from the shadows in the woods. "Oh my God, there's more." She can't even breathe now, and Derek looks back at the road for a split second to make sure he won't hit anything before swiveling his head once more.

"It's fine." He mutters, stepping on the gas. It's why he insisted on the Camaro, for a quick getaway. He keeps his eyes on the road as he accelerates quickly, and she keeps her eyes on the quickly gaining vampires. Just as Derek twists to see how close they are, Y/N turns to see the problem.

"Derek!" She screams, clutching the door.

~

When she wakes, she feels ill. She goes to grab her water bottle, but when she doesn't feel her bedside table she opens her eyes.

This is not her room.

Her head begins to pound, focused in a line that goes from her forehead down her face, even her lip is burning. She brings a hand up, realizing she can only see out of one eye, and touches bandages where the pain is concentrated.

"Hey," Scott mutters, and she turns to see him. He's on her bad side, which she realizes is due to the fact that it's bandaged over.

"What," She whispers, not able to talk later.

"There was an accident."

"Derek!" She screams, clutching the door. She's pressed back against her seat, not watching as Derek swivels to see the couple of vampires in the road, his eyes widening.

"Shit!" He yells, pressing the brake as hard as he possibly can. For a moment, everything stops, and she feels almost like she's flying.

She becomes acutely aware of the fact that she's not wearing a seatbelt.

"What happened?" She asks, struggling to sit up. In her struggle, she realizes that her arm is in a cast. Scott helps her, and she groans a bit. She's sore everywhere, although no where is near as bad as her face is.

"The Multus Pack attacked two nights ago." Her eyebrows raise at 'two nights,' however she realizes that moving the right side of her face is the worst idea in the history of mankind, so she refrains from wincing. "We all split up, and you ended up with Derek in the Camaro."

"Where is he?" She had thought that if she was ever in this situation, Derek might be the one to be waiting for her. Clearly she was wrong.

"He's been too afraid to come to the hospital." Scott mutters, clearly upset over this. "We already cleaned the glass from his cuts, and he's fine. We tried telling him that you'd want to see him, but he won't listen."

She's silent as gravity fails her, sending her through the windshield before she can put her arm up to stop it. Her arm ends up underneath her body as she skids across the hood. She then falls to the ground, luckily not on her head. Although it seems her head has already taken the brunt of the damage, having broken the windshield and caused a piece of glass to slice open a gnarly cut across the front of her face.

When she's on the ground, all she can think is that this can't be real. She doesn't feel much pain, just a lot of throbbing. Warm liquid is coating her face rapidly, contrasting to the cool of the rest of her body.

"Y/N!"

"I'd like to go back to sleep." She's lying, but she turns anyway, away from Scott.

"Sure, yeah. I'll leave." He sounds slightly sad, but she can't bring herself to care.

Derek wasn't here. He clearly doesn't care.

~

She wakes up as the sun rises, which is fine. She barely slept the prior night anyway, and she still has at least a day left in this hellhole. She had been given twenty stitches down her face, matching the gnarly bruise on her temple and the scab on her neck from the branch. She had scrapes and bruises all around her body, and she couldn't stand to look at herself.

She hears a shuffling to her right and jumps, turning to see Derek.

They stare at each other in silence, both with wide eyes and ruffled hair. Neither speaks, or even tries to speak, just breathing together.

"Derek," She whispers, and the tears start. Not just hers, also his. She reaches over despite the pain and grabs ahold of him, pulling him up and hugging him close.

"I'm so sorry." He tells her, afraid of holding on too tight. She is not as scared, holding him so tight that her hands are gripping his shirt.

"It's not your fault." She tells him, but it's clear he doesn't believe her. He is shaking with tears and emotion, and she's not much better.

"I have to go." He tells her, and as much as it pains her, she lets him.

Because the next day, when the sun rises and she turns in bed, Derek is there.

//

tags: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187  @one-sweet-gubler @mcueveryday

[queentheweeb]

Rotxo X Male Metkayina Reader

Prompt: Why are you so jealous?

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You did not consider yourself a jealous person. Never did and never was. It was just something that you just thought you would never feel. That all changed when the Sullys came and Rotxo decided that he was gonna spend even more time with Aonung and Tsireya to help teach the newcomers. Honestly, the newcomers didn't even bother you. They were rather nice and you enjoyed talking with them,  especially the oldest brother Neteyam, he was sweet and you found yourself talking to him a lot. It was the fact that Rotxo had stopped hanging out with you and was now with Aonung and Tsireya, even more, to help teach the Sullys. You realized the emotion quickly and decided to do something about it, and in turn, you ended up spending time with the Sullys more than your friends that you grew up with.

"You are doing amazing Neteyam! I guess the lessons have been paying off." You were genuinely happy for him and you were glad that he confided in you when he felt he couldn't talk to his siblings or his dad. It was nice, and you sympathized with the fact of being an older brother because you were the oldest of your family. You glanced over to where Aonung and Tsireya were only to be surprised that Rotxo was staring at you hard while you talked with Neteyam. You turned your head at him only to watch him huff and look the other way. How strange. 

"Did you see that Y/N?" You turned back to Neteyam with a grin and nodded approvingly at the way he was riding an Ilu. He was really good at what he was doing and plus he was a good distraction from whatever weirdness was plaguing Rotxo. You figured he would talk about it with you later since you thought the two of you were close. "Would you like to come over and have dinner with my family tonight? Do you think that your parents wouldn't mind?" You were shocked that he would even ask that but you weren't about to deny him. You figured that this was a perfect opportunity to try and understand the newcomers even better. You are always curious about them but was afraid to ask questions, especially since their mother scared you.

"I would love to, my parents wouldn't mind at all. I hope your parents wouldn't." You were happy about this but, turned at the sound of water splashing. You saw Rotxo glaring this time before he turned on his Ilu and left. That was so strange and you were stuck between wanting to confront them and, at the same time wanting to stay with your new friends. 

"No, they wouldn't. My dad will be able to smooth over any of the issues my momma may have. She is not as bad as you think." You beg to differ, but you digressed. You figured being a native to Pandora and living in the forest your whole life only to have to leave it one day because the sky people want your whole family dead was hard enough but, to add the fact that you have to live in an environment you're not built for? Yeah, you wouldn't be happy either.

"I'm excited, I'll see you all tonight then." You decided to leave them to it, wanting them to have space and time for themselves while you decided to go and do your chores. You promised to take your 4 younger siblings out for rides on the Ilus. Once you got home you greeted your parents and packed up lunch for your siblings who were scattered outside the Marui. Once they saw you they knew already that you were gonna take them out on the water and since they were little, they couldn't go far by themselves. However, since you were older and more responsible, they could go farther out, but still not too far, but much farther than they're used to. 

"Tsmuk! We are ready!"

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!"

"Can we collect shells!?" 

Their enthusiasm was contagious and had you fondly rolling your eyes and laughing at them as they followed you out waving to your parents. The five of you got your ilu's and with you still holding their lunches guided them out further to where some of the hunters were fishing for their own families. You greeted them and you stayed above the water watching as your siblings dived to search for shells, pearls, and whatever else they liked. You looked up once again to see that Rotxo was with his own brother and sister staring at you. You waved at him and he simply huffed and looked away making you frown. What was his problem? His siblings noticed and glanced between you and him as you shrugged. You didn't know what was wrong either.

"Tsmuk look!" Your attention was turned away from Rotxo as you engaged with your siblings and their findings. Once they got their fill you took them all back to the beach and gave them their lunches with water as you sat down in front of them to eat your own food. The rest of the afternoon passed with you being with your siblings and before you knew it, it was dinner time and when you dropped off your siblings you told your parents you were going to have dinner with the Sully's.

"Give them our regards son." Your parents were much more accepting of them than most of your clan and even the Tsahik herself. They weren't bad people, just misunderstood and Jake was a man trying to keep his family safe. As you left your Marui you were making your way to theirs which was a little farther away from the clan but, not too far when you passed by Rotxo again. You stopped in front of each other watching him watch you. 

"You've been acting weird all day." That was the first thing you said and you would have cringed if it wasn't true. He was not acting like Rotxo. "Was it something I did? You didn't even talk to me all day. Just kept staring." He kept looking at you without saying anything and you gave him a couple of minutes when you thought or realized that he wasn't going to say anything to you again. It irritated you a bit when he wasn't going to say anything. "Fine, be that way." You left him there to be by himself ignoring the way he followed you with his eyes. You took a breath willing yourself to calm down. You were determined to have a good time with the Sullys and you weren't going to let Rotxo or anyone else ruin the evening for you. 

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You had a phenomenal time with the Sullys and their mom really wasn't that bad, and you were shocked at how much Neteyam takes after his dad personality-wise. Yes, it's obvious with Lo'ak being his dad's spitting image but, Neteyam had a lot of qualities from their father as well. You bid them goodnight and you didn't make it 10 feet from the Marui before getting grabbed. You gasped whirling around to see who snatched you like that only to be surprised it was Rotxo. 

"Rotxo?" He didn't answer you again but, he pulled you to a more private part of the beach where others within earshot possibly couldn't hear the two of you. You decided to try another way. "You scared me! What if I would've hit you?!" You knew you hit hard and didn't want to do that to Rotxo.

"You wouldn't have." How confident of him. At least he answered you. The two of you sat on the sand in silence looking out to the ocean. "Why do you spend so much time with Neteyam?" You blinked not expecting that you turned to him and he was already staring at you. "You're always with him. Do you like him? What does he do?" This surprised you and had you sputtering for a second. Never would you have thought Rotxo would be jealous.

"Oh my Eywa, why are you so jealous?" Maybe that wasn't the best thing to say considering the way his face contorted at what you said. 

"Why am I jealous? I should be asking why are you so dense." You blinked but, he continued before you can interrupt. "I've been trying to get your attention for the fucking longest. All you've been doing is hanging out with Neteyam. Neteyam this, Neteyam that. What about me? I'm important too. I was here before they came and I've liked you for much longer than they have." That new word he definitely got from Lo'ak but, that didn't take away from the whole fact that he was jealous. Everything made sense now, the looks, the scoffing, him avoiding you and glaring every time you were with Neteyam.

"Come here." You didn't give him a chance to do even more before you were on top of him. You smothered his whole body against yours as you laid your cheek against his to nuzzle him. You already felt his tenseness leave and his arms wrap around your waist gently. "You could have said you want to spend more time with me. I do like Neteyam, he is really nice they all are but, I'll still choose you over them." You pulled your head away enough to peck his cheek before snuggling back on him. 

"...So, do you want to hang out with me then tomorrow?" You heard the wariness in his voice as he asked. 

"Of course, I will! You can have me the whole day." You felt his sigh of relief as he pulled you in closer. You knew the two of you had to head home soon but, for now, you enjoyed each other's company.

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Take It Out On Me Part 10 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

Warning w/ some notes: Dom Steddie/Sub reader and all that implies (I regret nothing!), No smut but lots of angst, Eddie opens up more to Y/N and talks about his childhood abuse, Steve and his dad get into a fight but only the aftermath is mentioned, he tells them what happened so he does talk about his dad being a dick and saying some not so nice things about our reader and her body, Steve does get a bit combative with Eddie and Reader verbally...I think that's it.

Word Count: 3343

You walked into school with a smile stretched across your face. In a couple more months you would be able to graduate from school and go to college. You and Masie got into the same university just outside of Hawkins which you were extremely excited about but felt a little guilty because the guys were struggling to get in anywhere. 

Steve had tried Tech, the local community college, and even your university but was rejected by all three. Eddie, honestly, had no interest in school but to appease his uncle applied to the community college and like his friend was also rejected. 

Your relationship with them was still going strong and you fell for them harder every single day you spent with them. It always amused you that the first time you met them, you just wanted them to leave you alone but now it killed you when you were away from them for more than a day. Eddie told Steve you had mentioned moving in after graduation and he was all for it. 

Neither of you were sure on the logistics of how your dynamic would work in a lived-in setting. You knew you belonged to them and loved when they we in charge but after doing some research with Steve at the library outside of Hawkins, you weren’t sure how far you wanted that control to go. In a book you guys found, some subs said they liked their dominates picking and approving their clothing or dictating what they ate or did fully embracing the dynamic 24/7.

When you went over what you found with Eddie, he saw the trepidation in your face. 

“Sweetheart, we don’t have to do all of these. I’m sure every home is different. I mean as long as the three of us are comfortable, right?”

“Yeah, remember, honey. This is new to us to.”

“What’s got you all smiley?”, Masie grins as she meets you at your locker. 

“I’m just happy. We’re about to graduate!”

“Slow down, tiger. We still have some time.”

You carry your grin into your first period until you noticed only Eddie was there. 

“Where’s Steve?”

“I’m not sure to be honest. He called me last night and we were talking about something before his line suddenly disconnected. I was going to ask him about it but…”, he gestures to the empty seat. “Hey, wait!” He follows you as you promptly turn around and leave the classroom. “Where are you going?”

“What if something happened to him? I need to know he’s okay.”

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“Steve! Open up!”, you shouted as you banged on his door. 

“Here, babe. Hold this steady for me.” Eddie pulled one of the outside chairs towards the Harrington fence and you held it down as he climbed along the back of it flipping over the barrier. He grunts as he hits the ground, dusting himself off before opening the gate so you can follow him in. 

The two of you walked hand in hand as you looked around but as you reach the back door you both freeze. Through the sliding glass you can tell the living room is a mess. Papers were thrown everywhere and you could barely make out clothes near the stairs with some broken glass.

“Stay here, Y/N.”, Eddie commanded as he opened the door and slid inside, growling in his throat when you trailed after him. “I said stay outside.”

“No. He helped me. I’m not waiting around.”

The metalhead aggressively sighed as he pointed his finger in your face. “We will talk about this later.”

“Understood.”, you replied in defiance. 

Upon further inspection, the clothes on the floor were all Steve’s and the glass was from figurines you saw in his dad’s office. You bent down to look at one of the papers on the floor, noticing it was one of those same type of letters you had seen on his father’s desk during his party. After picking up a few more and showing them to Eddie, you realized they were all either letters for Steve to sign or his report cards. 

Your brain started to piece together a small story of what happened and without saying a word you bolted up the stairs, your protector aggressively calling after you. Steve was leaning against his bed on the floor with his sleeping head against the mattress, a half full glass of liquor in his hand. 

You knelt beside him, shaking his shoulder till he opened his eyes as his head lazily turned in your direction. 

“Hey, baby! What are doing here? Shouldn’t you and your big brain be at school?”

He still smelled incredibly strong like alcohol and you winced as he chuckled. 

“We…we were worried about you, Daddy.”

Eddie came down to his level, forcibly turning him to look his way. “Steve, when is your dad coming back?”

“Uhhhhh…I’m not sure. My mom made him leave to cool off last night and they both haven’t come back yet so…”, he shrugged as we took a swig from his glass. 

“Ok, baby, I’m going to grab some of his clothes and things. Sit with him, ok?”

You nod as Steve raises his glass towards Eddie. “Good luck finding any that match! They’re all…on the floor…downstairs.”, he slurs. 

“Honey, give me this, ok?” You reach forward trying to take the glass from his hand but he roughly jerks it away. 

“No! You don’t tell me what to do! I’m…I’m Daddy here.”, he giggles as he sighs. “At least I can be good at something.”

“You are a great Daddy, Steve and a wonderful boyfriend.”

He laughed but you noticed his eyes get glassy. “He, my dad, um…” The boy leans forward, displaying the sunglasses you bought him in New York, now smashed and missing a lens. “…broke the gift you got me. I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

Falling into your chest, you run your fingers through his hair as he sobs. “Sir!”, you shout for him, hoping he’s gotten everything so you three can leave. “It’s ok, Daddy. Everything’s ok.”

“I’m here! His stuff is in my van. Go open the doors in the back and we’ll be right there.” He glared at you as you hesitated, not wanted to detach from Steve’s side. “Do what I say, God damn it!” He tosses you his keys and you quickly run down the stairs and out the front door. 

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Eddie carried Steve into the trailer and he immediately knocked out as soon as his head hit the pillow. As you started to climb in next to him, the metalhead grabbed your arm, shutting his bedroom door, and shoving your back against it. 

“Since when did we stop listening, Y/N? You’re lucky this situation wasn’t worse.”, he seethed. 

“How is it not worse?! Look at him!”

He covered your mouth with his hand as he angrily continued to scold you. “There could have been someone in the house that could have hurt you, a burglar or hell even his fucking dad!” 

Eddie saw the care you had for them pass through your eyes causing him to exhale as he released you from his hold. “I understand you were worried, princess. I wasn’t going to make you wait outside the whole time. I figured it may be something with his father but I just needed to make sure everything was safe.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you hold him to you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, baby. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I just…I know you said your dad… was aggressive with you…”

He softly smiled as kissed your forehead. “Go lay with him. I’m gonna have a cigarette real quick and then I’ll join you.”

*****

Steve grumbled awake a few hours later, grabbing his head as he looked around trying to figure out where he was.

“There’s some pain med and water on the table there.”, Eddie whispered as he pointed that way, closing the book he had been reading and placed it on the floor. 

“Thanks, man. How did I get here?”

“When you weren’t at school, Y/N insisted we come check on you. We found you drunk on the floor in your room. Your house is trashed.”

“Hm. Yeah.”

“What happened, Steve?”

His eyes flick down towards your sleeping frame before looking at his friend again. “Nothing, Ed. It’s fine.”

“Is it? You told Y/N your dad broke the glasses she got you. Your clothes were thrown all over the downstairs floor and we found papers all about you spread around the living room.”

Steve’s look became dark as he narrowed his brown orbs in his direction. “Seems like baby girl isn’t the only one who’s nosey.” He stomped out of the room, heading for the refrigerator before Eddie cuts him off.

“Nope. No more alcohol for you until you tell me what happened.”

“You don’t control me, Edward.”

“Well, Steven, this is my house and I control who gets to eat or drink from my fridge.”

“What’s going on?” Both sets of eyes turn towards you as you stand in the entryway of the kitchen. “Daddy, are you alright? How are you feeling?”

“At least she fucking cares about me.”

“And I don’t? I’ve known you since elementary school. We became friends freshman year. We are in a shared relationship TOGETHER. I fucking care. Which is why you’ll have to fucking move me if you want another beer.”

Steve squared his shoulders as both men stared each down. You weren’t sure what to do but you knew you hated this. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, preparing for what would come next. 

“Steve, what did your dad do? Why was he so angry?”

Without breaking eye contact with Eddie, he responded to you. “You two need to stay out of my fucking business. I can handle this, alright?!”

“No one is saying you can’t. We just want to help.”

He turns on you then, stalking slowly towards you. “And what makes you think I need or even want your help!? Just because you got into university doesn’t make you smarter or better than me, little girl!”

Eddie steps forward to come between you two but you hold up your palm to stop him. 

“Is that what this was about? Did he get mad at you because you didn’t get into school?”

I don’t like feeling out of control…

His words echoed in your brain as you watch him visibly shake. 

“Daddy…”, you whispered, careful not to touch him as his eyes squeezed shut. “Baby, you are still a good man and a good son even though you didn’t get into a school. I’m still so proud of you and everything you do. I don’t care if you have a degree, make a ton of money, or any of that superficial stuff. I love you…both of you…for you.”

Your hand slowly reached up to touch his cheek and he promptly yanked you into his arms. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s ok, dude.” Eddie came around and patted his shoulder. As he started to back away, your arm reached out to grab his shirt and bring him closer. “Jesus!”

After a while you leaned back, lifting up on your toes to kiss his lips. 

“Are you hungry?”

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Eddie sat on the counter, swinging his feet as he watched you move around his kitchen. 

“You are magic, woman. How did you make a meal out of the leftover crap we have in here?”

“You see it as crap!”, you giggle. “Your uncle seems to be a chef of some kind with everything here.”

“Hm. I’m not surprised. Munson get togethers were always catered by the eldest Munson brother.” He grinned as he eyed you up and down; watching your face as you focused on the pan in front of you. “I always liked coming here and getting out of our house for a while. I mean the problem in the house came with us but…”

You glance as him as his focus shifts to the floor. 

“One time, we came here right after a stint my dad did for stealing someone’s car. Wayne didn’t want to celebrate him for being released from jail a second time so he said it was a gathering for my birthday which wasn’t for another couple of months.” He smiles as he looks at you. “That night my dad gave me a black eye because my uncle offered to take me again so he could focus on getting his life together. He thought I had asked Wayne to move in so my father accused me of thinking I was ‘too good’ for this family.”

“Eddie, I’m so sorry.”

He softly smiled as his fingers trailed up your arm. “I’ve never told anyone that before.”

“You can tell me anything. I’m always here for you, Sir.”

He laughs as he tugs you between his legs and wraps you up in a hug. “You know what else I’ve never told anyone?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.” When you leaned back, his thumb ran along your bottom lip before moving to your cheek. “I do. I know this started weird and the whole relationship is weird but I don’t know…it just makes sense.”

You nod, not able to respond verbally as you feel the tears press against your eyes making him chuckle. “Hey now. Focus on what your doing, cry baby. Don’t burn the trailer down.”

You finished making their meal right as Steve got out of the shower, running a towel through his damp hair. 

“Fuck me. It smells good out here.” He sits on the edge of the bed as you offer him a plate, Eddie already hoovering food into his mouth behind him. As he eats you continue to comfort him anyway you can, running your hands along his back his chest, kissing his shoulder, or playing with his hair.

After they finish, you take both their plates and head towards the sink as you listen to them talk. 

“Did she eat?”

“Yeah, man, while you were asleep. I had to practically force her.”, Eddie laughs. “She was really worried.”

Steve releases a heavy breath as you come back in and sit next to them. “My dad found my applications I had thrown in the trash. I heard him shouting and my line disconnected so I went downstairs… he just went off. Said I had made promises I failed to keep, flashing my shitty report cards and how I would never measure up to the Harrington name.”

“He asked me what I planned to do with my life since I didn’t seem to put any effort into school. I told him I didn’t know. All I knew was I would go wherever you went.” His eyes shifted up to meet yours. “If you had gotten into a university or something outside of Indiana, I would have followed you, Y/N. I love you to.”

Steve kisses your forehead as Eddie playfully slaps your thigh. “Cry baby.”

“How did your clothes end up on the floor?” The boy’s leg started to jump as his body tensed. You could tell he was afraid to answer your question. Not fear of his father or how you’ll react but of hurting you. “Daddy, it’s ok. You can tell me anything.”

“He, uh, said that dating you is worse than me not getting into college. You’re… shit… honey, I can’t…”

You glanced at Eddie whose eyes were lost in an angry void as his jaw tightened. “Daddy, baby, look at me. You can tell me. I’ll still love you. I know you don’t feel like he does. I know you think I’m beautiful and fascinating.”, you smile at him comfortingly. 

“He said… your family is poor, trash, and you’re disgusting. I wouldn’t be able to bring you to family events because…people take pictures…” You exhaled as you leaned on his shoulder while Eddie lit a cigarette. “I got angry with him and told him to fuck off. That you, me, and Eddie were going to move in together after the year ends. He went into my room and threw everything downstairs telling me I should just leave now. That’s when my mother got involved. After they left, I got drunk.”

“Steve, you’re more than welcome to stay with me.”

“Naw, Munson. He’ll…he’ll cool off. It’s just a couple more months.” His eyes met your sad ones. “Tell me what you’re thinking, baby, please.”

“I…I don’t want to be the cause of your pain. I don’t want you to lose your family because of me.”

His demeanor quickly changed from his eyes down to the way he was sitting as he straightened up. “I lost my family way before I ever met you. You think my life was all sunshine rainbows before you came along?”

“Steve, I don’t want you to struggle these next two months…”

“So what are you saying, hm?! That we’ll just break up till summer? Oh, or maybe you and Eddie can fuck around till we graduate!”

“Daddy! Stop! Stop…” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders trying to calm him down. “That’s not what I’m saying. I just—”

“She doesn’t want what happened last night to happen again. She feels like this was her fault and not because your dad is a dick.”, Eddie explained. “There’s that ‘I’m a burden’ damage again.”

Steve’s eyes closed as he sighed. “I’m sorry, Y/N. My brain is all over the place. I’m not angry with you or anything.”

“I know, baby.”

“Harrington, is your dad the type of guy to go looking for you?”

“Not really. Why?”

“Um, I’m just thinking…you told him you were dating princess here. If you don’t come home tonight…”

“Shit. No. I mean I think we’re ok.”

“We can find out…” They both turn to look at you. “I have to call my parents and tell them I’m staying with Masie. If your dad called them…”

You reach for Eddie’s phone and dial the number.

“Hello?”

“Hey, mom. I just want to call to see—”

“If you can stay with Masie tonight? Of course. Your father wants to ask you something first.”

“Oh, okay.”

“I got a call from school today that said you left earlier. Is that right?”

“No, dad. They must be mistaken. I was there all day and then left with Maze. I’m at her house right now.”

“Ah. I see. Can I talk to her? It seems that Harrington boy wasn’t at school either and his mom is trying to find him. Maybe Masie would know where he is.”

“Why would Masie know that? They aren’t even fri—”

“Put her on the phone, Y/N.” You panic as your eyes shift between theirs. “You’re not at her house, are you?”

“No…”

“You’re with him right now?”

“Yes…”

“I want you both here in 30 minutes. Any longer and I call the chief. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes.”

As soon as the phone disconnects, you cry. When you finally calm down, you’re able to relay what your father had said. 

“Well shit. I guess we’re doing this.” Steve rose to his feet, searching for his shoes. “I was hoping we could wait till you were moving out and in with us but…”

“Sir, what are you doing?”, you ask as you see Eddie throw on his jacket. 

“Probably should stick with our names for the time being, sweetheart. I imagine we’re about to give your parents a big enough heart attack, God forbid you accidently call Stevie ‘Daddy’ in front of them as well.”

“Eddie… you can’t come.”

He pauses, turning to grip your jaw with his fingers. “Now that isn’t something we are going to do. You don’t tell us what we can’t do. I’m not letting you and Harrington face this alone. You’re mine to.”

You press up on your toes to reach his lips and he wraps his arm around you. 

“Everything’s going to be okay, honey. Remember, you’re safe with us.”

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[whumpy-wyrms]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

here’s some wholesome Dew art because he deserves to be happy :3 (also his sweater is supposed to look like colorful firework explosions)

now here i go getting all sentimental under the read more…

first off, thanks @mottinthemainpot and @toyybox for requesting New Years art because i wouldn’t have drawn this otherwise!! it was fun and i love how colorful it turned out :D

also here’s the version without the background

anyway, i have to say that making this blog was one of the biggest highlights of my year. i did so many things that i thought i’d never do! like show my writing to people, post oc stuff… make actual friends. seriously, just creating something that makes other people happy is what i’ve always wanted to do, and i did it! writing and drawing are my favorite hobbies and i’m so so happy that i’m making other people happy by doing what i love more than anything.

i know TLLR may not matter all that much to other people, but it had a huge impact on my life. it caused me to start sharing my stories instead of keeping them in my head, it caused me to come out of my shell and actually talk to people online, and make so many amazing friends that i never would have met otherwise. it made it easier for me to be myself and interact with people, instead of hiding or being too shy like i’ve been doing my whole life. i used to be soo scared of talking to people online, because i thought nobody would like me or i’d be too awkward. but all of your amazing support made me able to do that, made me able to express myself and find a friend group that i can relate to and who likes me for me. that’s something i’ve always wanted, so thank you all!!

ever since i was 12, it was my dream to make something- a series and characters- that inspired others and made people happy (aka the same impact that Gravity Falls had on me). i know TLLR isn’t much, and it’s not super popular or anything, but i’m so unbelievably happy that i created something that makes people excited to read and think about and make art for. i’m so happy i created something that inspires people and makes people happy (even just a little bit). that is honestly all i’ve ever wanted and it makes me excited for all the amazing things i’ll do in the future.

to all of you invested in my silly little story, THANK YOU!!!! without any of your support or kind messages or reactions or art, i literally wouldn’t have made it this far. i remember the first ask i ever got (you know who you are :)) and i just wanna talk about how that affected me. because holy shit, back then, that was the nicest thing anyone had ever said about something i made. i can’t even describe how happy i was when i first read it, like it literally made my entire month. it made me realize that i’m capable of making something that makes people happy. and to everyone who has ever left nice messages about my series, thank you so much again!! because wow, it’s just so surreal that people like my creations. thank you

this is super rambly and completely unplanned, but yeah i just wanted to say thanks for the amazing past few months. i’m so happy i joined this community, everyone here is so nice and it’s led me to make amazing things. even if you don’t read TLLR (i recommend it ehehehe /nf), thanks for following me and supporting me with my art. drawing all those tllr drawings definitely made me improve a lot (this year was also a huge year for my art in general. i’m so proud of myself for how much i’ve improved with my art).

ALSO WRITING!!! my writing has definitely improved thanks to tllr. before this, i just wrote for fun about my other ocs and never showed ANYONE. it wasn’t in chronological order and i didn’t care much for mistakes or perfect grammar or anything. don’t get me wrong, i love the other stuff i wrote for myself, but tllr is by far the best in my opinion. it challenged me to write something not only for myself, but something other people would read. it put me out of my comfort zone at first, when i posted the first chapter. my writing has improved so much because of that and i’m so fucking excited for what i’ll be able to accomplish in the future.

oh yeah! thanks to the whump community for inspiring me to post my stuff in the first place! tllr specifically is something very important and personal to me, but something that i’m able to share with other people so easily. tllr isn’t just mine anymore, it’s everyone’s who’s ever read it (don’t take that too literally)

anyway, i know i’m forgetting something but yeah i just wanted to say thanks!! you are all so amazing! i’m not gonna tag all of the friends i made but you all know who you are, thank you!!! 2023 was amazing for me and i’m so excited for what 2024 will bring (besides me literally graduating high school this year)! big things are coming up with tllr too, new characters, twists and turns, crazy stuff. i’m so fucking excited

OH YEAH! i usually don’t make new year’s resolutions but this year i definitely want to draw more of my friends/mutuals’ characters. all of you are so creative and drawing art for other people is something i realized i love to do!!

i don’t know how to end this, it got longer than i planned loll. thank you all for the amazing year!! thanks for all the support!! :DDD

[revserrayyu]

2.5 Xianzhou continuance thoughts [part 3]

**SPOILER warning** for the entirety of the Feixiao boss battle and the quick Lingsha & Dan Heng scene that follows after it. Of course if you haven’t reached this part of the story yet, I kindly ask you turn away before reading any further. Also.. there’s a bunch of scenes featuring our Lacking General here, so you won’t see me lacking in praises as I go crazy about her.

Soon after recovering from Yanqing’s icy blade, Hoolay starts wreaking havoc by tearing his bloody heart out and driving fear into all the foxians onboard the Skysplitter, which is just.. grand. I’m honestly kinda relieved that Jiaoqiu wasn’t around for this because if I had to witness Feixiao taking him down, or vice versa depending on whomever went insane first, I probably would’ve cried.

I do think it’s a bit comical that the 2.5 trailer used this shot of Feixiao with her giant wolf spirit summoned behind her to make it seem like she was our next enemy when she’s so clearly about to help us and handle the situation herself.

So devouring the heart is indeed the cause of her losing control, which I assumed would happen the first time Hoolay mentioned the blood heart and.. I’m kinda glad this is the true reason? She chose to eat it in order to save the other foxians from breaking out into a mad frenzy at the cost of her going insane instead. She wasn’t a secret accomplice of Hoolay nor did he take control over her like I feared upon watching the teaser trailer. I also thought that Feixiao’s moon rage might’ve overtaken her courtesy of Jiaoqiu not being around to treat her in time or she simply gave into the rage after hearing whatever torture Hoolay put Jiaoqiu through. So yeah, I think it’s best she deliberately intended for this to happen and trust the kids to snap her out of it rather than have her emotions getting the best of her while Hoolay stood by on the sidelines watching all smug as Feixiao betrays everyone.

Oohhh, the red in her eyes is still such a simply terrifying detail. You really feel like you’re in danger being started at like that.

I wish they were able to change up her model to reflect the red ring though considering how small of a change it really is. I understand it wouldn’t be too noticeable during battle when she’s all the way across the field, especially if the player has the battle speed turned up, but it would’ve been nice. (I also wish they did something with Jiaoqiu’s eyes too at the end of the story, but that’s something I’ll ramble about next post.)

Sigh.. I know my first thought shouldn’t be “wow, wish that were me right now instead of Yunli,” and yet it’s all I can think about right here so.. sorry not sorry.

I’m torn between “I can fix her” and “she doesn’t need to be fixed.” Her bright, blue eyes were mesmerizing before and now they’re twice as gorgeous, even if she’s five seconds away from ripping off my limbs. Where’s Jade with that “What pretty eyes. Tell me, do they shine in the dark?” line when you need it. I’m a fan of that devilish smile too.

Sudden brief flashback to knock me out of my bewitched trace and land a critical hit on my heart, aaaah! No breaking promises allowed here! Especially if it involves your life! I’d much rather have you both keep your promises to each other please!

This whole ordeal inside her mind very much reminds me of when we looked upon Cocolia’s memories mid-battle, only this time we’re seeing Feixiao’s possible future if she chooses to follow in Hoolay’s footsteps and become the new borisin warhead. It was kinda reassuring learning about how our strong General does fear something, with how often rushes into battle without hesitation more often than not. Makes her feel more human rather than if she was truly fearless.

Kudos to her keeping her composure upon hearing about Jiaoqiu’s “death.” Feixiao either sees through Hoolay’s bluff and knows he’s only swaying her resolve so she cooperates with him as she’d have no other options of recovery without Jiaoqiu, or she trusts in her healer’s ability to stay alive. There could always be other reasons that I probably didn’t come up with too, I dunno, but her eyes did narrow upon hearing his name if memory serves correct. It does make me wonder why Hoolay didn’t straight up end Jiaoqiu’s life.. or perhaps he thought he did but never bothered to check? Which would’ve been so foolish but I digress. Still thankful that our handsome foxian is alive but hearing this taunt did worry me at the time.

Well, duh, of course Feixiao would refuse. If becoming the Xianzhou’s enemy is her worst fear, then I doubt she would yield to Hoolay and his plan, but I guess he didn’t think that point through very well. This also means General Huaiyan’s quote “Merlin’s Claw, you have betrayed the alliance” from the trailer was all a trick for us to believe Feixiao would turn on us too. Hoyo is being real deceiving this patch.

Oohh this flashback.. I knew bits about it already since I read Feixiao’s ascension character stories right when I got her but couldn’t remember off the top of my head which name belonged to Feixiao, but Hoolay eventually confirms that her real name before being saved by Yueyu and joining the Cloud Knights was Saran.

From trying to escape with Neergul, to the countless battles she’s fought it, Feixiao is always set on saving every possible life she can. No wonder she ate that cursed heart to spare the nearby foxians of madness.

The scene where she prays to Lan sorta reminds me of when Qlipoth gazed upon the Trailblazer and we gained the lance, if only because Feixiao’s battle axe comes crashing down from a beam of light moments later.

Speaking of heavenly beings, thank all the Aeons that we don’t technically fight Feixiao but Hoolay, who ends up transforming into her because if we had to harm this woman ourselves I’d be so sad. She’s been through enough fighting throughout her lifetime, I didn’t want to cause her any more pain! I’d lose the battle on purpose.

I’d gladly beat up Hoolay though. Especially after all the torment he caused Jiaoqiu. Feixiao certainly looks ready to give the warhead some hell too.

I’ll admit that I wasn’t too thrilled when we first learned we would be returning to the Xianzhou for the Wardance, but it turned out to be quite an experience. Half of my enjoyment of this continuance mission comes from how great the story was.. while the other half is strictly because of Feixiao. Of course I loved meeting and learning about the other new characters, especially the Yaoqing trio because they’re simply precious and I adore them all so much, but Feixiao just hit different for me in a way where I haven’t been this excited for character in a long time. She would no doubt be my favorite if Serval didn’t already exist.

I don’t know exactly why, but for some reason this frame reminds me of that one Jojo meme:

“Oh? You're approaching me? Instead of running away, you're coming right to me?" "I can't beat the shit out of you without getting closer."

Ah right, at this point the boss battle already happened, yeah? I don’t have much to say about it either, which is odd.. all things considered. It didn’t give me any trouble either, thankfully. I don’t really remember the battle theme they used though, which is a bit of a letdown after leaving Penacony with Aventurine & Sunday’s boss themes in mind. I was expecting another bop of a soundtrack but oh well. I’ll have to go back and listen to it again. Perhaps I was just too focused on Feixiao to notice. That must be it. When that girl takes the jacket off then you know things are about to get serious.

The final slash of the battle axe after she and Hoolay charged straight at each other gives such anime fight scene vibes and I’m totally okay with it. Congrats on defeating your inner demon, sweetie.

Aww the kiddos. Props to them for standing up against Feixiao (and surviving) while helping her return to reality.

GOD that smile of hers is so soft and precious AAAHH. She’s so proud and thankful for their assistance and sorry for putting that kind of pressure on them.

DANGER! The happy feelings are effectively nonexistent and all I feel now is sheer PANIC. You can’t even give me a moment to relax huh, Hoyo?? Pretty sure I audibly gasped upon reading those last couple words.

Yeah it’s great that us and Moze were able to find Jiaoqiu wherever he was left to die, but to cut to this scene with Lingsha & Dan Heng right after was such a dirty move, like I’m already so worried about our foxian and now we gotta try and focus on something completely different? Aaahh.. I feel so bad because I’m sure finding out who orchestrated the prison break and their reasons for doing so were important to the plot but I just couldn’t find it in myself to care at this moment.

I did love seeing Dan Heng summon Cloud Piercer to attack this dude and send him flying into the wall. The scene happened so darn quick I couldn’t even manage to snag a decent screenshot, but what I enjoyed even more was Dan Heng getting smart with him by saying the rules preventing this man from getting hurt while at this location don’t exactly apply to him. I’m gonna chalk this up as another time we’re a bad influence on our companion. “Rules are made to be broken” after all.

Again, I wish I paid more attention to that last scene but I was way too concerned about Jiaoqiu and the aftermath of the boss battle to not speed through it. Anyways, one more post to go.

[takenbypeter]

hey! i saw you have fic requests open and was hoping i could request something!!

i haven’t been able to stop thinking about steven grant x american!reader and the reader making steven listen to London Boy by taylor swift. his reaction would just be adorable 🥹

London boy

Steven Grant x reader

Words: 876

Authors note: so sorry for taking a while with this one, it wasn’t coming out exactly the way I wanted it but here it is! I hope you like it 💜 thanks for requesting!

You finally heard it. The noise you’ve been waiting to hear all day.

And that noise would be the sound of the apartment door swiftly cracking open, followed by heavy footsteps from a long day. Which could only mean one thing.

Steven was back.

Without hesitation you quickly shoved your book aside and ran up to greet your partner.

“Steven! You have got to listen to this song, it’s not exactly new but I just heard it today and it reminds me of you. I’ve been playing it on loop all day,” you exclaimed, a little overly ecstatic to show him your new discovery.

Now Steven was tired. He barely got sleep last night and his day was filled with much more customers than usual, which of course meant it was combined with more orders from Donna.

But with sunken eyes and dark eye bags decorating his features, his lips curved, your excitement rubbing off on him, “oh yeah? what’s that?”

“London Boy by Taylor Swift. Ever heard it?” You asked, pulling your phone closer to you.

Steven’s lips purse together as he thinks for a moment, “can’t say I have.”

“Well you’re about to right now, so sit,” you ushered tugging him over to the nearby seats and once sitting yourself, you pressed play on the mobile phone.

Right off the bat, only mere seconds in Steven questions, “I don’t sound like that. Do I?”

Your eyes crinkle as a smile plants itself on your face, “sometimes,” you chuckle more to yourself, before telling him to pay attention.

Throughout the catchy tune your body sways side to side as you take in the beat and the lyrics that describe the exact feeling of you being in London.

Now not all the lyrics matched your specific scenario of course, but it felt nice to relate to it.

Pausing from your own thoughts you glance at him. He’s already got a smile on his face while he’s peeking sideways at you. And once you’ve caught him staring, Steven’s eyes flicker back down to the lyrics while the grin on his face only grows wider. You didn’t know what he was thinking.

Once the song was near end, you asked, “so, what do you think?”

His lips turned into an upside down crescent while he nodded his head a little. “It’s quite catchy, I like it. I still don’t think I sound like that, but I enjoyed it. Especially the part where,” his eyes scroll to your phone looking for the specific words, “it says something about, ‘he likes my American smile,’ I definitely agree with that line—not he liking my smile, but you know me being he—liking your American smile of course.”

Your lips mirrored each other as you jokingly smacked his shoulder at the adorable comment from him. “Don’t worry, I get it and thank you that’s very sweet,“ Steven always seemed to over-explain himself but honestly it just served as a reminder of how endearing he was. “Well I really like the line where she says, ‘I love a London boy,’ because I do love a London boy, you.”

Now it was Steven’s turn to act all embarrassed as his whole face heated up unwillingly, not quite used to flirty comments no matter how many you’ve given him in the past.

Sudden realization hit you as you just took in the fact that he’s been at work all day, “oh!” You said clapping your hands together, ”how was work?

He shrugged, shoulders up to his ears, smile still present, “it was okay—yeah okay. Not too terrible. Of course it wasn’t my best of days but tomorrow will be better,” he reasoned.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve started off with that instead of pushing this on you,” you said, suddenly feeling guilty for not giving him the time he probably needed to decompress from the day.

Steven shook his head, palms quickly being held out in the air as he made a point to deny the thought that came to your brain, “no I loved it. You listen to my stuff all the time it’s only fair I listen to yours,” he reasons, “and now I can play this little find and think of you when I listen.”

“Perfect and I’ll be thinking of you.”

You grinned at each other until you frowned, “gross. Are we those types of couples?”

Steven was a little taken aback, “why? What types of couple?”

“You know the mushy kind.”

“Would it be bad if we were?” The way Steven’s voice was so gentle yet you could sense the hint of nervousness in it, filled you up with fondness for the man.

You laughed, “no, it would be great,” you said getting up from your chair and giving him a little peck on the cheek. Steven watched you walk away with pep in your step.

What you didn’t know was that talking to you after work, telling you about his day, hearing about your day, all of that was his way of unwinding. And the thing is, no matter how tired, how drained, how exhausted Steven is, he always has the energy and time for you. Because he loves you and he loves that he gets to show you that everyday.

[bellysoupset]

Hi Soup!

Just so you know, "🐆 anon" will be retiring now, as I am starting to use my blog to post. So yeah, that was me, and if for some reason I'm commenting on anon again, that would be me. ☺️

Well then.

Nooo, your stories haven't been boring! I'm loving the new Max and Vince relationship, seeing Wen and Vin succeed at long distance is so fulfilling, and I love seeing Jon's interactions with his family. Luke being jealous over Max is so funny to me, and I can't wait to see them deal with this. (Honestly, I'm shipping the throuple, but I'll love them all no matter what they do) I love being able to understand characters better, and I feel like all of these interactions are very character building, and will benefit any future developments.

It would be great for Jon to come back though... I miss him. I was thinking earlier today how I miss Jon/Wen interactions, and then remembered he's in Europe. But maybe we could get a phone call or something?

It's weird having Jon in Europe, and it takes away of lot of interaction possibilities, but I don't think that's necessarily a bad thing, and I love seeing this other side of him. A lot of your characters have crappy parents, and I love that Jon has Jackie and Matteo that are turning out to be pretty good, and Angie rocks.

(I'd read a Bella fic with pregnancy-related talk... I'm loving Andy's Mila and Drew storylines, I'd love to see more authors talking about these topics)

Okay, question. (I found this prompt list a while ago that I've been going through with some of my characters: https://www.tumblr.com/judasrpc/687874557884907520/weirdly-specific-but-helpful-character-building)

So, my questions are (for any or all characters):

What's the lie your character tells the most?

What's a hobby they used to love that they don't do anymore?

As always, loving your writing!

Bro, I'm sorry I could swear I had answered this??

I'm so sorry!!

NOW! I kneeeew it was you! When you sent the first ask off anon I was like 🧐🧐🧐 I wonder if Jey is the leo anon!! I'm so happy to be proven right lol.

I'm following your characters bios and I'm very excited for your first story!

Look, my dramatic streak aside, I know my stories aren't boring per se, but sometimes I get the sensation I could be doing more with it, which was what I was being annoying about in the first place and now my inbox is filled with you lovely people reassuring me, but I swear it was never my intention! I just wanted like criticism, I guess? 🙈🙈 I'll shut up now

I'm so happy you're on board for so many of my creative choices. I miss Jon dearly, but he's coming back SOON, especially with the new Leo fic, cannot be away a minute longer. Also, you mentioned Vin/Wen winning at the long distance is fulfilling and I second this, because even as the author I was doubtful at first. My characters often do not obey me, so it was much to my delight as well.

I really like writing Jon with Jackie/Matteo, as you correctly clocked me I have a thing for damaged parent/kid's relationships (projecting yay!) and I feel like Jon and his fam all working to make it work this time around brings me a lot of comfort when I'm typing. Of course things aren't always perfect and not everyone can rekindle their broken relationships (many of my ocs!), but it's so nice to write someone who can!

I hear you about Bella! 👀

So for the questions, I'm so sorry my answer is already huge:

What's the lie your character tells the most?

I don't think my characters lie a lot, actually! Most of them are annoyingly honest, Jon-Wen-Bella, or naively honest, Vince-Luke. Leo and Max I guess are the ones who lie more often, Leo lies about being "busy" a LOT, the most creative lies, but truly all he wants is to stay home with his cat, his musical movies, his guy. He's probably killed his grandma whom he never met like 3 times already and he's really good at keeping track of his lies.

Max lies about minor stuff, just for a chuckle. It's more deadpan sarcasm than lying, I guess? But he also lies pretty much daily about his stomach, because he does not have the patience to explain time and time again that no, he's not chronically ill, he's just the God's most hated idiot. He'll go "no, I'm allergic to that" about literally any food that's offered and that he knows it's gonna upset his stomach. Some older teachers call him the "bubble boy" because of that older movie about a man who couldn't get out of his bubble.

What's a hobby they used to love that they don't do anymore?

Bella used to practice skating and she doesn't anymore, she cannot be bothered since their town is almost always raining.

Wendy has had every hobby under the sun, she's done pottery and jazz dance, but grew out of both.

Luke was obsessed with wordle for a hot minute, but nowadays he's let it go.

Vince isn't as big a reader as he once was, he used to be a total bookworm.

Max has hit a rough patch, he used to go hiking a lot, but for no bigger design, he kinda hit a slump and has been at home much more.

[kagedbird]

TESSDE AU (+ Taliesin) Continuation from this

Allora: *hums as she finishes checking her bag for all her supplies, stowing it on her waist and thigh again and adjusting her newly acquired Thieves Guild gear- including the hood- and smiles at the Thieves Guild members watching her like a hawk* Thanks for the new clothes! They're pretty comfy. Hopefully no one gets the idea to try and steal them off of me again. Who knows what would happen~? Brynjolf: *sitting off to the side, covered in bruises, a burn on his right hand, a broken left wrist, and a split lip as he's tended to by Rune* ... Allora: So! I'm afraid I'm not so well versed in your trade. Mind letting me know the idiots who tried to buy me? Vex: We're not telling you shit. You should honestly be dead for what you did to Brynjolf-! Brynjolf: Easy, lass. Don't get her started again. We got lucky when we caught her off guard. Allora: Aw! He's learning. *gives a fake giggle, holding her head up on the table with a wide smile* The rest of you should too, if you know what's good for you! Sapphire: *rolls her eyes* Yeah, I bet. Look, you don't scare us, so cut the crap. Allora: *pouts* Oh nyo, I'm nyot scawwy to da big bad thieves? Whatever will I do~? Thrynn: *sneers* Mocking us isn't helping get you any answers. Allora: Being nice didn't stop people from trying to murder me, or prevent you from kidnapping me for gold. Piss off. *flips him off* I'd suggest you hurry up before my guards come. I won't be able to stop them. They're quite bloodthirsty. *grins wide* Delvin: *having been silently watching the entire time, noting the smallest trembling in her hands that she's been actively covering up by moving them around a lot* ...They didn't give us a name. Vex: Delvin! Delvin: Hush. She's an important person, and the people said to make sure she's unharmed. We can't do anything; our hands are tied. They failed to alert us what she could do, so they'll be charged regardless. Allora: *sits up straight, recognizing him as a leader of this group* Finally, someone with sense. My name is Allora White, pleasure to meet you. Delvin: Delvin Mallory. Those people who tried to buy you- they didn't have much of a name. Just asked for the Dragonborn, and well. You're the only one we've heard about. Allora: Any descriptions? Pitch in voice, notable ticks, specifications when asking for me other than to not be harmed? Delvin: One female and two men. The men didn't say anything, just stood there. The woman in particular was looking for you. She also made mention of one of the men that follow you around- big one with a tattoo? Allora: Kaidan... Delvin: That's the one. Said he'd come running to find you once she had you. Don't know what love triangle yer in missy, but I think you'll be all right. Allora: ...How much did she pay you? Delvin: A whoppin' one thousand gold. Pretty price on yer head there, lass. Allora: *reaches into her satchel and tosses a bag of gold onto the table* Two thousand, and you keep me informed on when that woman comes back. And you don't tell her anything about Kaidan. Delvin: *arches a brow, looking at the bag. Nods to Tonilia to grab it and look through it* Deal. Pleasure doing business with you. You sure you don't want this line of work? Seems you'd fit in well enough. Allora: *lets out a laugh as she stands from her seat* Oh I'm far too loud. And I'm a good girl. *throws them a smile as she turns away* I'm off to go find my boys. I'll do my best to keep them off your trail, so long as you keep your end of the deal. Wouldn't want your pretty home in ruins, now would we? Delvin: Rune, lead her outside through the back door. *watches them leave, speaking quietly towards Brynjolf* Damn shame she won't come join us, ey? Brynjolf: *sighing as Rune pulls away from fixing a splint over his wrist to race after Allora* Aye. Tried once before. She's firm in her decisions- and her body. Delvin: *shakes his head as he turns away* You can think of nothing else, can you?

[Next one here]

[residentdormouse]

Find the ‘F’ Word Tag

Thankfully @mrsmungus provided actual words starting with the letter ‘F’, and its not just finding instances of the word ‘Fuck’. I’d be going through way to many segments if that were the case... 😅😬

My Words: Flat, Fame, Fast, Forever, Festive/Festival

I was also worried about finding some of these, especially festive. As I meantioned, my guys don’t get nice things here. So I ended up only getting three of five.

You Words are: Give, Glance, Gloom, Golden, Grace

Open Tag for anybody who may want to join in!!

Since this is getting pretty regular I don’t want to bog anybody down - please ‘@’ me if you want to be included!

Flat

“Okay, this… this I’ve never seen before. I don't… Just what are you…”

The flat board flickered in the light as Steph turned it back and forth in her hand, studying the object with intense fascination. Gold markings intermingled with various metal connections, the previously attached wires hanging limp by the shell of the speaker.

“A board like this is usually just shoved inside. Function over decoration. If it was a clear case, I could understand; I’ve seen some pretty sweet builds with LEDs and speciality designed parts, but they’re meant to show off. This was hidden. So why go to all the work with these details?”

In an attempt to get her attention, he moved from his spot on the couch to sit next to her on the floor. From here, he could also inspect the object with her. The closer proximity to her, however, was just an added bonus.

‘It’s the same markings as the glass walls.’

As she squinted at him, he was reminded that they were still working on her fluency in sign. He stood up and walked over to the kitchen, picking up a pad and pen that he had set out earlier, with Steph following close behind.

Fame 

Goose egg here. There is no ‘famous’ after Trips apparently. Well, there is, but I’m just bad at relaying it apparently. 😅

Fast

(Picking up exactly where Flat left off because I couldn’t resist honestly…)

Once the message was read, she sat down the pad slowly, gears starting to go off in her head. Whether she knew how visible her thought process was to others, he wasn’t sure, but he didn’t want to mention it in fear that it would go away upon awareness. Another reply was scribbled out and the pad handed back over to her:

This world doesn’t follow the same rules. Safe to say those mean the use of things we don’t fully understand yet.

“Yeah, that makes sense. Well, it makes sense in that it makes no sense. At least I think I got a grasp on the tech aspects though. A bit more advanced, but principles seem the same. Hopefully the programming aspect is similar too, but I won’t know until I’m able to get into their interface to check. Which, I mean…”

As she continued on. Nick couldn’t help the smile that came across his face. There she was off on another tangent again; rambling out her own thoughts that were coming so fast she could barely keep up herself. As she liked to say, she was ‘in it’; full focus placed solely on the interest thrust upon her and tuning out the world to accommodate the fixation. While she mentioned being embarrassed by the habit, he still thought it was enthralling to witness her passion firsthand.

Her eyes drifted over to the mess on the floor and sheepishly looked back at him. “I should probably get this put back together before anybody notices.”

Forever

She looked up at him, but saw a puzzled look instead of his usual smirk. Puzzled with a hint of something else. She was reminded of his expression the night after her nightmare. After she lost her composure and gave into the comfort he offered. It was the same look she had caught briefly on odd occasions after, never fully understanding until he turned his hand over to hold hers.

Self doubt, insecurity, it blinded her. But recognition now sent an electric buzz coursing through her, tingling that hit her stomach and spread outward.

"You know, when I was explaining the beginnings of our new society, I naturally thought 'the two' in that scenario would be you and East Texas. That's one of the problems with my theories, really; been known to get the details off sometimes. If I've read this all correctly, that is..."

She nodded, “Yeah, I'm apparently an open book…"

The resulting smile brought a distinct twinkle to his eyes. Brought a new warmth to his smile. She lost herself in it, never realizing she was leaning forward until she felt the soft brush of his lips against hers. Felt a welcome rush inside her. The kiss was sweet. Gentle. Yet it held a hidden intensity reflecting a desire on both ends. Her hand went up to the side of his face, trailing along his beard, into his hair, while his own hand went around her back, keeping her close.

The moment was both forever and mere seconds. Long enough to feel a warmth she didn't realize she was missing.

Festive

Yeah, I was right - nothing for this either. Post apocalyptic landscape doesn’t have much to be festive about. And then from there it was jumping straight into a war. I should give these guys a nice one-shot special; they really have just been in the shit constantly.

[wonderingmishap]

BEHIND THE SCENES \ AL-HAITHAM

gender neutral reader

warning(s)! suggestive, mild spice

(keep in mind this was not proof read)

A powerful actress that was able to play a role of any is certainly someone you’d think is outstanding and astonishing. Wrong, honestly you’d like to think of yourself as a normal human being. Whatever you think normal is that is, the way you saw normal was someone you just lived their lives accordingly. But what does accordingly mean? Well not even I know.

But here you were standing outside your agency as you recently scored a new role, yay. Just kidding not “yay”, you didn’t even want to be here today. You wanted to stay in an maybe try getting some actual sleep for once, I guess fate was being a bitch once again.

You then let your heels lead you to the door that lead to the theater, you’ve never been much of a theater person. But you needed experience with actual live acting, which was important with acting in front of a screen as well. You were told that this play your manager signed you up for was rated R, which meant tha something intense was probably going to happen. No matter what is was though you’d be able to get pass it, right?

You then opened the doors to reveal a huge theater with many seats which made you shiver at the thought of preforming live in front of this much people, but if you were able to get this far into the building surely you wouldn’t turn back already. But when you came in you saw your co-worker Al- Haitham changing all so suddenly. Which of course by reflexes you covered your eyes.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you, you can continue just tell me when I can come back.” You ramble on trying to not to sound so flustered but I don’t really think you were doing a good job. “(Y/N) I didn’t know you were so ever easily flustered, don’t worry I’ll allow you to stay. Just be quiet it’s just us here and I wouldn’t want us to chase a distraction.” You hear Al-Haitham say which made you slowly put down your hands where so that you can now see him completely.

You and Al-Haitham have been working at the same agency for a while so you’ve learned to get to know each other over these past years, he was pretty interesting to say the least though. Nevertheless it was to no surprise to you that he had such a fine physique, I mean he was a actor alongside you so it was quite expected.

“Um do you mind passing me a copy of the script, it would be nice if we practiced before hand.” You say pointing towards the small pile of paper that appeared to have your name on it. “Yes of course, please take your time to read through it.”

And you indeed took your sweet time reading through it, your mouth literally wanted to drop. You didn’t know that this play you’d be acting in would be detailed and explicit.

“By your look it appears you didn’t know about this, don’t worry we can take things slow of course.” You finally look up from your paper to see Al-Haitham with everything needed in order to practice your guy’s scenes. You swallowed thinking how awkward this would be, but you can’t leave when you’ve already dug to far. Plus it was already tempting you.

“For starters I think we can start by you getting down here, don’t worry I’ll be gentle.” Al-Haitham says hinting towards the handcuffs placed in his pockets. “Ah, yes of course.” You say a bit hesitate but you followed and got down on all fours like a lost little puppy. Al-Haitham then got his handcuffs out his pockets and placed it on your hands making it impossible to get out. You didn’t have the confidence to face him so this whole time you were facing down, although you wished you saw the look on his face when he was in the process of cuffing you. “Well this is the part where I finally arrest you, we’ll then I’m certain you remember this part clearly?” Al-Haitham says not taking his eyes off you, it was almost as if he was cuffed to you. “Yeah of course I do.” You state bluntly trying not to stutter over your words, in short you were nervous.

Then the show began.

“Well then it appears that I’ve caught you red handed you wicked temptress.” Al-Haitham expresses with a fierce look on his face making it hard to focus. “I see so you have actually managed to catch me good job officer!” You say laughing on the floor on your knees with your hands behind you. “This isn’t a time to be playing around Ms. (L/N) now get down on the floor you can’t just be left here looking like a slut.”

“I am no slut officer, but if you see me as one I am in no position to stop you.” Both of you guys began going off script unintentionally that both of you guys didn’t even notice.

“Say officer, what if I told you this,” You the hear a hum from Al-Haitham indicating that he was listening. “What if I told you I wanted you to catch me?” Now you were really going off the script, but that didn’t matter anymore. Not when your desires were right in front of you, just what else can you want?

“I see, I guess I’ll have to do more than just punish you, all fours. Now.

wattpad: wonderingmishap

[swampstew]

45%. What's something that turns this character on? And what's a definite turn-off?

You could do non-sexual or sexual turn offs/ons, whatever you would like.

Thanks for playing Elfie💕 I’ll do non-sexual first and then sexual under the cut🤭 sorry for the long answer I had a lot of fun reflecting on them!

Rowena - she appreciates people who can strategize and plan accordingly. She likes being able to envision an idea and figure out her place in order to best accommodate however she can. Being in a relationship with Kid and having Luffy as her Captain, let’s just say she really really appreciates having people like Killer and Nami around. She despises anyone who uses their authority/status to force her or her friends to do things against her/their will.

Andrea - loves having someone tell her what to do. She has ADHD and struggles with time management (and executive dysfunction when she’s not taking her meds) on her own, so it helps her a lot when someone tells her to do things, especially with tangible deadlines for important matters. She hates when someone tells her what to do (ironic) when it concerns things she doesn’t like, especially if it makes her feel like she’s not valued. In turn, she has a bad habit of…getting back at people that do things like that to her.

Example: not allowed to sit on Kid’s lap in public because Kid fears someone trying to hurt her in order to get to him.

Continuing example: flirting with other people in front of Kid to get back at him for letting random strangers sit on him or swarm him with attention so he can make it publicly appear that he doesn’t have any weaknesses anyone can use against him, like say, a love interest.

Candy - she’s honestly so fucking sweet, sweeter than anyone in my AUs deserve. She appreciates when people are transparent about their intentions and actions, which is hard to come by when being a pirate. She cannot stand when people try to manipulate her through deception or treat her like she’s naïve just because she chooses to be kind. She might be nice but she’s not stupid and is rightfully offended if that’s your first impression of her.

Send me your phone battery percentage to ask me about my OCs🎁

Spicy under the cut -

Sexual turn ons and offs

Rowena - highly enjoys being Kid’s sub. Yeah she’s had a rough few years being literally considered less than human - but with Kid she’s never been treated that way, in or out of the bedroom. He respects her (and her power) but he is a dom by nature so that’s how their dynamic naturally fell into place. Rowena has significantly less experience than Kid so she follows his lead entirely, and Kid respects all of Rowena’s boundaries. He might be the dom but as the sub Rowena has all the power. Plus she finds it very attractive when her giant man takes complete control (with her consent ofc) and she bends to his whims not because she has to but because she wants to; as she grows more confident in their sexual relationship over time, she becomes brattier and playful in their games to challenge him, which he fucking LOVES. For Rowena it’s ALL about trust and consent, and Kid cannot get over how much trust she has in him. They also both highly enjoy: breeding, cum play, orgasm denial, and on special occasions trying something new. Her turn offs are any kinks she considers dehumanizing or gross (scat, vore, piss, certain exhibitionism).

Andrea - she enjoys trying to flip the script on Kid and taking control. Silencing him into compliance instead of his usually loud and aggressive nature while doing the deed, acting like a brat and riling him up to let him know she wants him, playing cat and mouse until he can catch her and throw her down wherever they end up, she even enjoys a little bit of exhibitionism/public sex so long as no one she personally knows will see them. She does not like any kinks that she feels are gross or dehumanizing, and she does not appreciate accidental insemination. She promised to beat up Kid within an inch of his life if he accidentally knocks her up, and he has half a mind to do it just to see her try.

Candy - sweet on the streets, a freak in the sheets. Willing to try anything and everything, within reason. She particularly enjoys giving oral, overstimulation, sensory deprivation play, lots and lots of toys, and bondage. Does Not like sadomasochism, tried it once and it freaked her out enough that it took a week for her to even sleep in the same bed as Killer. It was the worst week of his life.

[scarlettfevor]

Yeah so update: I finished the game. It took me like 18 hours too, I'll never make fun of those players who was able to finish it in 13-14 hours again. The copy I have has all the DLC's so I will be playing through those, maybe I'll download yakuza 0 tomorrow so I'll have it ready when I 100% the game. A real quick debrief:

the combat in this game is a mixture of draining and fun. Even now I don't know if I like it or not, but I also don't know if I prefer tsot's combat to tfbw. I like how strong you got near the end of sot but I also like how you can target multiple enemies and easily kill 2+ of them in one turn.

If there's one thing I felt like tfbw did better, it was the story. I felt more involved with the town. Both tsot and tfbw have the story setup where when you first start you join Cartman's team, there's another team that's rivals with Cartman's team, eventually, Cartman betrays you and then you have to defeat the 3rd act villain, but I feel like tfbw did this waaaayy better. In sot I felt like I was barely able to get to know Kyle and the rest of the team before they merged with Cartman's, which is one of the many reasons I think players choose to join his side over Kyle's. But if you asked me which team I preferred in tfbw I honestly couldn't tell you because I have such a fondness for both teams. I was actually kind of upset when Cartman exposed me for double crossing Timmy's team because I wanted to be their friends too.

Overall I like the side stories and quests in tfbw. Playing this game was worth it to see the Craig x Tweek ultimate alone. I found the selfie aspect to be kind of a drag, but I easily got into it. I hope that if we get a 3rd south park game (because I am ignoring snow days existence) we still have the social media aspect of the game, it was fun to actually see the character's posts. ButI hope our fake social media is twitter because we already had facebook and insta, but knowing them it's probably going to be something like tiktok. The best thing about being a south park fan is that the series is so massive it's basically a guarantee that we'll get another sot/tfbw game, especially since snow day sucked ass and fans hated it.

Speaking of a new game...I feel like the reason why sot and tfbw fit in so nicely with south park canon is because we've already seen the boys roleplay as fantasy classes/races and superhero, my ultimate hope for a new south park game is following the classic 3 part episode setting up the premise for the games. But we only get 6 episodes per season now so maybe they can just throw us a bone and give us one episode at the very least. LOVE the cliffhanger esc ending we left off on and I hope that whatever theme the boys follow is darker than the last two, it would be great to see everyone or at least get the chance to play the villian.

I like tfbw so far, buuuuut I don't like the combat system. I don't know if it's just because I still need to get used to it or what. Like, I hated combat in tsot but near the end I had gotten really familiar with it and I actually liked it, I don't know if the same thing is gonna happen with tfbw or not. But generally I tend to like combat turn based systems like in tsot than like in tfbw, like the minute cards come into play I'm #out. Also as someone who loves exploring and will often go around the map and get all/most of the waypoints before continuing with the main story it sucks that so many places are blocked off in the beginning. But at least they also added a lot of areas because tbh exploring south park is kind of boring when it's already a small map to begin with but I also know where most things are because I've played on this map before

[blu-joons]

When You Take Him Bra Shopping With You ~ Stray Kids Reaction

Bang Chan:

Your shoulders shrugged as Chan asked if you had made up your mind as to which of the bras you wanted to buy.

“They’re both so nice,” you sighed, looking to Chan for a little bit of help to try to decide.

“Do you really only have the money for one?” Chan asked you in surprise, watching your eyes flick between them again.

“I don’t get paid until next week.”

A sigh came from him as you scratched over the top of your head. “Why don’t I buy you them?” He offered, knowing that you would continue to stand there all day unless something was done to help you decide.

“I can pay for one of them and give you the money back for the other when I’m paid.”

“Don’t be silly,” he laughed, “it’s only two bras, I can pay.”

Your smile widened as you took both of the bras that you wanted, “I can pay for this one if you want to pay for that one.”

“Give them both to me,” Chan told you. “These will probably end up being more of a treat for me than for you anyway.”

“You sound pretty confident there.”

Lee Know:

Your eyes looked between the two bras as you tried to make up your mind, not quite sure which od the colours to pick to buy.

“What do you think?” You asked Minho, taking them both and holding them up for him to see.

“O-oh,” he stuttered as you spun around to look at him, not quite expecting for you to ask him for his opinion.

“Is there one that you like more?”

It took a moment for Minho to realise what you were asking, shyly looking between the two of them. “I think they both look nice,” he told you, slightly overwhelmed to be able to decide which he preferred.

“Are you alright? You’ve been a bit distant ever since I told you that I needed to buy a bra.”

“Yeah,” Minho weakly smiled, “I’m just letting you do your thing.”

Your smile turned up as Minho looked away, “you’re not shy are you that I’ve made you come and buy a bra with me?”

“N-never,” Minho faltered once again, losing his composure quickly. “If you want my opinion, the black one is best.”

“I had a feeling you’d say that.”

Changbin:

The sound of laughter hadn’t stopped from just behind your shoulder since you walked into the store, knowing that Changbin was happy.

“You know, anyone would think that this is your first time seeing a bra,” you noted across at him.

“Just tell me one thing,” Changbin asked of you, “is this what heaven feels like?” He grinned, spinning himself around.

“You think bra shopping is heaven?”

Changbin’s head nodded in reply to you confidently. “Look at all of these, some of them are incredible,” he told you. “Take this one for example, I bet you would look like a rocket wearing this one.”

“If you had it your way, we’d leave this place with the whole shop packed up in bags.”

“Absolutely,” he chuckled, “these bras would look beautiful on you.”

Your head shook as Changbin continued to follow behind you. “We’re buying one, I only need one to replace my broken one.”

“What about two?” Changbin pushed, “I mean there’s a lacy number over there that seems to have your name on it.”

“You’re obsessed with lace, honestly.”

Hyunjin:

Your eyes rolled as Hyunjin held up one of the bras that he had spotted up, trying his best to see if you wanted to buy it.

“I’m not wearing that,” you quickly warned him, snatching the bra from him and placing it back.

“What’s wrong with it?” Hyunjin pouted, unable to look away from it as he imagined what you’d look like in it.

“It’s got fluff on it for starters Hyunjin.”

His shoulders shrugged as he continued to follow you around, failing to see what the problem was. “Don’t you want to try something new? I reckon that you’d be able to pull off a fluffy bra perfectly Y/N.”

“It’s not happening, the thought of that sends a shiver down by spine Hyunjin.”

“Let me pick something else,” he asked, “something you’d like too.”

Your eyes narrowed as he started looking around again, “if you buy something that I won’t like, I’ll make you wait outside for me.”

“No,” he panicked, not wanting to go anywhere. “I mean, don’t worry, trust me that I’ll find something that you’ll love.”

“Trusting you is very dangerous.”

Han:

The laugh that came from Jisung beside you took you by surprise, pressing his hands together as soon as you started walking.

“Stop smirking like that,” you warned Jisung, seeing his eyes light up as he looked along the rails.

“How can I not smirk right now?” Jisung asked you with a shrug of his shoulders, “I mean have you seen where we are?”

“They’re just bras, it’s no big deal Ji.”

His eyes widened as you calmly began to browse and find what it was that you were looking for. “No big deal?” He gasped as you dismissed him, immediately picking up a blue bra that had captured your attention.

“You’ve seen bras before, haven’t you? I mean you’ve seen me wearing a bra enough times.”

“But not this many,” he sniggered, “some of these are proper fancy too.”

Your head shook as he continued to excitedly stride beside you, “is there one that you like that I could buy to keep you happy?”

“If you wanted to keep me happy you could buy this whole department,” Jisung joked, “but I guess I could narrow it to one.”

“You’re impossible sometimes.”

Felix:

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you looked to Felix beside you, noticing the shy smile that was on his face, looking around the store.

“You look anxious,” you commented as you walked past Felix to look through another of the rails.

“Me? No,” Felix responded, looking across at you straight away as he tried his best to look composed beside you.

“You don’t mind me taking my time?”

Felix’s head shook, although by the way his shoulders dropped you could tell that he was feeling on edge. “It’s alright, I’m fine. Just take your time and decide which ones you want to buy; I don’t mind what you do.”

“You know with so many bras we could be here for maybe an hour to make up my mind.”

“Yeah,” Felix still calmly replied, “there should be a seat here somewhere.”

Your hand pushed gently against Felix’s arm, “you don’t have to pretend to be fine bra shopping, I can tell this is uncomfortable for you.”

“I’ve never been bra shopping before,” he admitted, “maybe today it’s something that I could get used to doing with you.”

“I won’t take an hour, promise.”

Seungmin:

His feet continued to tap against the ground as you moved along to the next stand, looking through the bras that were on the rails.

“What’s wrong?” You asked Seungmin, unable to ignore the tapping sound beside you any longer.

“Can’t you just hurry up and pick one?” Seungmin asked you, “I mean don’t all bras just do the same thing anyway Y/N?”

“It’s unlike you to be impatient.”

A sigh came from Seungmin, knowing that he was a little out of sorts. “I don’t really know how I should behave, the sooner we can get away from this part of the department store the better in my opinion.”

“You’re not really telling me you’re impatient because bra shopping is making you nervous?”

“It’s not for me,” Seungmin laughed, “can’t you just buy one and go?”

Your head shook with a chuckle back across at him, “they’re all different, colours, designs, push up, wired, it’s not an easy decision Seungmin.”

“How can I help you?” Seungmin asked, “what can I do to help you make your mind up and speed this process up a bit?”

“Tell me which one you like.”

I.N:

A chuckle came from you as you looked behind your shoulder to wear Jeongin was, noticing how slow his steps were, hovering around.

“Are you coming?” You asked him as you began to reach the aisle that the bras were down.

“C-coming,” he stuttered, keeping his eyes looking down at the ground as you began to walk, unable to look anywhere else.

“You’re not nervous, are you?”

A shrug of the shoulders came from Jeongin as he closed the gap between the two of you. “I’m not the sort of person who should be shopping for bras Y/N,” he whispered, worried about people watching him.

“You’re a boyfriend keeping their girlfriend company as she shops for a bra, that’s all it is.”

“Do others think that?” He quizzed, “they don’t think it’s strange?”

Your head shook as you took a hold of Jeongin’s hand, “most boyfriends would jump at the chance to look at so many bras you know.”

“Not me,” Jeongin softly laughed, “I don’t quite know where my eyes should be right now, this is all a little bit too much for me.”

“I’ll be quick, I promise.”

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