#but nah. this is real. caught me by complete surprise

[squuote]

why tf is homestuck updating

[jetblack4realz]

only for you - jacaerys velaryon x reader

summary - when daemon takes jace to experience his first at a brothel, you're left in stress and in tears

warnings - nah

word count - 1.8k

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dragonstone was different than king's landing in many ways, but a lack of brothels was not one of them. though the town was smaller and poorer, many girls found their livings in the old shacks that served to service men of all ages, occupations, and desires.

daemon, of course, was familiar with them.

when he'd spent time on his own there, he discovered which housed the best whores and who he could trust with his money. and when he married rhaenyra and returned, he was glad to know he'd experienced all he could there, especially when young prince jacaerys came of age.

he was only ten and six when daemon deemed him needing of proper education in the realm of ladies. daemon believed himself to be doing the prince a service, just as he had his mother when she was jacaerys' age. rhaenyra knew nothing of it, for if she had she surely would have refused because prince jacaerys was betrothed.

betrothed to daemon's own daughter.

by the time she caught wind of it, the two were already headed into town with luke trailing behind them, neither velaryon boy knowing quite what they were getting into.

y/n burst into rhaenyra's living quarters outside her chambers, completely unbefitting of her station, but she had no cause to care at the moment. rhaenyra looked up in surprise as the girl stumbled into her arms, eyes rimmed with red and breath coming out in ragged, angry spurts.

"my dear, what's happened?" the princess asked quickly, looking her over for any sign of pain.

"my damned father," the girl answered with a shake of her head, rhaneyra's face falling at the mention of her husband. "he's good at making himself a bother, isn't he?"

"what's he done?" and then a certain light clicked on in her mind, her brows knitting as she peered at the girl. "where is jace?"

it was well known that if anything was bothering either of the two betrotheds, they would first seek the other out. before the arrangement, they'd been the best of friends, and now they stood closer than ever before, a certain love blossoming between them.

which was why the question hurt y/n's heart even more.

"with my father," she answered bitterly. "headed to the whorehouse of the salts."

rhaenyra didn't know what to say or do, but as tears welled in the younger girl's eyes she simply tightened her grasp on her.

"he's going to-" she couldn't bear to say it, "his first time... with anyone but me and-"

"i know, my sweet, sweet girl," rhaenyra said, shushing her as she combed her hair back with her fingers. she guided her to the couch in front of the burning fire in the living quarters, allowing the girl to settle down with a blanket tucked in her arms before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. she stepped away. "i will take care of this. i promise."

the princess fled the room, calling for her sworn protector as she hastened through the halls. y/n was left in silence, only the sound of her own quiet sniffles keeping her company as a million scenarios ran through her mind.

she'd always loved the way jace would run his hands through her hair, or rub circles in the skin of her revealed shoulders, or softly bite at her bottom lip when they began to get more heated in their quiet moments. they'd always cut it short soon after, wanting to save the real thing for their wedding night, but everything he did was still intoxicating.

now all she could think about was if he was doing those same things to someone else, some other tainted, miserable girl who was only doing it for a quick penny and had no emotional investment, no care for the boy other than the fact that he was royalty and paid well.

but he was hers. he was supposed to be hers, he was promised to her!

a few tears slipped down her cheek.

maybe this was better. maybe her father was right. maybe he needed this experience to be able to deal with living the rest of his life with a sweet, inexperienced, virgin girl like her who had little idea of what exactly those girls could do to him. maybe this way, he'd be contented.

she pulled her arms tight around her chest as she stood, suddenly uncomfortable with the fact that she was in the princess's chambers all alone. she pulled the door open and began making her way down the hall towards her own chambers. her natural instinct was to flee to jacaerys's rooms, but she knew better than to plague herself with the thoughts and smells and visions of him than what was already present in her mind.

she was sure by now he'd been taken away by some thin, perfectly groomed girl with flowing chocolatey locks and eyes that shimmered like the ocean, skin glistening with lotions the princess never cared to adorn her own skin with except on nights of celebration.

as she collapsed on her bed, a tear slipped down her cheek. the worst part was she couldn't even thoroughly imagine what the girl could be doing that would be so pleasurable to her betrothed. she didn't know what would please the boy - how was she supposed to outdo what she didn't know what was done?

it caused a pit to form in her stomach and a weight to set on her chest, a heavy, choked back sigh slipping from her lips as more tears spilled down her cheeks.

in a moment, she decided that it was silly of her to be behaving like this. this was no behavior of a princess - nonetheless that of one raised by daemon targaryen. why should she wait here for guards to drag back the princes and her father when she could feasibly do so herself?

she stood, wiping her eyes and furrowing her brows as she stomped towards the door, making way for the gates.

she was ready to skewer prince daemon.

footsteps echoed down the hallway opposite her and she stilled, expecting to see rhaenrya with a comforting smile and a promise that they'd return quickly. instead, she saw the man himself.

"what the hell?" she yelled, brows knitted as she stalked towards him. his wife wasn't far behind him, and the girl was surprised that the princess wasn't actively chewing him out as well. "you took my betrothed, princess rhaenyra's son, and his thirteen year old younger brother to a brothel?! you are a careless imbecile, you have no right-!"

"oh, shut it, little one," daemon mused with a roll of his eyes as he approached his daughter, hand coming to rest on her shoulder. "i was only trying to do both you and the boy a favor."

"a favor?" she echoed with raised brows. "by sacrificing his virginity and robbing me of a shared, intimate first experience? i don't want remnants of other women on my husband, i think you would surely understand."

"i do, but i also understand the desires of a young man and the need of a woman to be satisfied. jacaerys will not be able to fulfill your needs if he isn't shown how first," he said dismissively.

"i will show him how," she argued.

"with what knowledge?"

"basic human knowledge! it's practically instinct, and what we do not know we will learn together; what of that do you not understand?!"

"let it be finished!"

she turned to rhaenyra with surprise written on her face. she furrowed her brows, looking between her father and his wife.

"while i understand the reprimand you feel the need to give your father, i must tell you that nothing happened," rhaenyra told her with a small smile.

"what?" she asked, eyes wide.

daemon sighed dramatically. "yes, you and the boy got your wish. they ran off before i could even open the door to the brothel."

"they did?"

"yes, and i presume that jacaerys is waiting for you now," he continued, waving her off. "he was practically pissing his pants when he realized where i'd brought him."

"and you followed them back?"

"yes, though i admit they're quicker than i am," he said with a roll of his eyes.

she breathed a sigh of relief, not just at the fact that jace and luke did not participate, but also that her father didn't cheat on rhaenyra. she hated that it was a possibility, but it was one, and that was something she hated to deal with.

"go on," rhaenyra said, gesturing back down the hallway where she'd came. "i think it'd do you both good to see each other."

the young princess didn't say anything as she nodded, turning and walking briskly back to her quarters. if she knew jace at all, she knew he would return to her chambers before his own, hoping to catch her and spill the truth. she pushed the handle open, entering the room with a hesitant smile before shutting the door behind her.

jace stood at the fire with knitted brows and wide eyes, his breath quick and heavy as though he'd run all the way here. perhaps he had.

when he spotted her, he nearly tackled her in an embrace, tucking his head in her neck as his arms settled comfortably around her waist. it was hard for her to refuse, and so she didn't, wrapping her arms around his neck and settling into his embrace.

"i didn't know," he muttered in her ear, breath warm against her skin. "i didn't know where we were going and as soon as we approached i grabbed luke and fled. i don't want that, i don't want them, i want you."

"are you okay?" she mumbled, pulling back to look him over briefly. her thumb ran over his cheekbone as she examined him. "he wasn't angry, he didn't force you?"

"he didn't catch me," he answered with a bit of a smirk. "luke almost blew it for us by running into a stable boy, but he caught up quick enough."

"i tore his ear off," she hummed, a soft smile on her lips as she held him tightly. "he frightened me. your mother and i were rather upset."

"i didn't want it," he emphasized again. "i didn't do it."

"i know, i know," she said, brushing a hand through his curls gently. "just the thought of you interacting so intimately with someone else... it was hard to bear."

"i'm sorry you had to," he said softly, squeezing her waist gently. "but, never worry again. you are the object of my desire, my love. none else."

"and you are mine," she replied, leaning forward to press a slow, gentle kiss to his lips. when she pulled away, he chased after her, earning a giggle as she gave him a peck in answer. their foreheads rested against each other, both breathing sighs of relief. "i'm still going to kill him."

"not before me," he muttered.

[marshallsgirl]

Marshall revealing his new song to Y/N

Pairing: Eminem x Fem¡Reader

Warnings: 🔞 MATURE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Recommended song: Remind Me - Eminem, In Too Deep - Eminem

Author's note: Hey, guys! I was so bored and I wrote this. I may delete it later or idk. Hope you all enjoy it. I love you guys so much! Sending all of you a warm hug🫂🤍

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"I have a surprise for you" Marshall said to me as he enter the living room. Inmediatly I turn off the tv and give all my attention to him. "Guess what" he said.

"What?"

"The song is complete!"

"Whoa baby!"

Here's the thing. He told me he was writting a song about us, but that's it. He didn't talk about ever again. Even if I asked him about it he had changed the topic. So, I was very nervous about it. Because this has happened before. It was with the Revival album. That one song called Remind Me. That one was for me. I still remember when he show me that song.

" did you...That's my fav rock&roll song!" I said when I heared the beat.

"Yeah, that's the song you kept singin' and singin' while you're cooking" he said wanted to laugh at me.

I loved that song. Perfect combination but it was crazy. I mean...he did that for me? He united rock&roll and rap that was so crazy.

"Damn, that's crazy babe" I said.

"See y/n, u make me do things I normally wouldn't do"

"Awww, I love it and I love you baby!"

So, this time I was really nervous because I've been singin' a lot and very different genres. And Marshall...Well, he is so crazy. I didn't know what to expect.

"Are we going to the studio?" I asked him ready to go change if needed.

"No, let's just get in the car". So, we got inside his car. "Are u okay?" suddenly he asked me.

"Yeah, I'm good! I need to hear your song!"

I got too excited and I get very excited when I'm nervous I don't know why, but It's like I got a lot of energy all of the sudden. Anyways, so he says:

"Okay, okay but you need to know that I just got the final mix and I haven't heard it. I mean I know the entire song but I didn't hear the final mix yet" he explained.

"Omg..."

"What?"

"Wait, let me just make myself comfortable" I said while adjustin' my seat a little bit.

At this point he doesn't even hide that he's laughing at me.

"Ready?"

"Yeah, ready"

"Wait, look at me" he ordered and I obey. "I love you"

"Okay, now play the song!"

"Yo, say it back!" he replied.

"I love you, babe!"

And so the music started and he is lip singin': "This could never work, " is what we said at first. But whatever this is, it's working. But we're in two different worlds and (yeah) I'm not your husband (nah), you ain't my girlfriend. All I know is that (what?) When I'm with you, I'm a different person, yeah. And I ain't never met a chick as perfect. Girl, you're a ten, so here I am (yeah)

I literely screamed and Marshall had to stop the music.

"No, keep it goin'!" I argue.

He laughed and let the music continue: ...Can't tell if I'm cheating on her with you or cheating on you with her. But really, nobody's at fault, can't help who you love. Hope they don't ever hear us talk

'Cause we both are getting sloppy. Probably subconsciously part of me's hoping we get caught 'cause I'm not happy here (nah)

With her. Rather have you (yeah) Rather have me too. 'Cause you're not happy there (you're not happy there) With him. Rather have me (I know, but) We just in too deep (I'm in way too deep)

Marshall started singin' it out loud and I was vibin' with it the whole time. It was a good damn song. Honestly, I loved it. It truly was about us, about the start of our relationship, but there were a few things that weren't true like me havin' a wedding ring. It should say: I got a wedding ring. So it's her instead of you.

"That's it. What do u think?" he said not being able to stop smilin'

"Please, play the song one more time"

And he started to laugh again.

"Marshall!"

"Are for real? Did you loved it?" he was surprised.

"Yes, I love it!"

"Y/n..." he laughs again.

"Marshall! You're being so freakin' annoying. Play the song one more time!"

"Yo, you are just sayin that. You didn't loved it!"

"What? I do love it! Marshall!"

"Okay, okay"

He played the song again.

"I'm gonna cry" I said.

"Yo, you're hillarious!"

"That song is good as hell!"

[rose24207]

hey lovely! can i please request more nerd!lando? not anything specifically except the nerd!lando but maybe lando slowly getting more confident however he still has his shy and insecure moments? have a lovely day!

Sounds fun

Summary: Lando, the shy and self-doubting "nerd" at school, slowly gains confidence as he bonds with you over shared interests, despite his moments of insecurity.

Genre: nerd!Lando, fluff

TW: None!

A/N: I received many messages, saying that they love nerd!Lando! So there you go!! Thank you for all the kind words and support 🫶🏻. English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist

Lando had always been the quiet kid in class, the one with his nose buried in a book or his laptop. Sure, he had a natural charm that made people like him, but he preferred staying under the radar, not drawing too much attention to himself. His oversized glasses, a few sizes too big for his face, often slipped down his nose as he scribbled notes during lessons or solved problems on his laptop during free periods. He liked it that way, focusing on his passions—whether it was math, science, or his latest obsession with racing simulators.

You first noticed him in your shared history class. While the rest of the class struggled to keep their eyes open during the lecture, Lando sat at the back, completely absorbed in his notes, writing with a neat, precise hand. His concentration was almost admirable. He was, undoubtedly, the smartest kid in the class, but he never boasted about it. In fact, if anyone noticed, he’d often downplay it.

Today, you saw him sitting by the window during lunch break, his laptop open in front of him. His headphones were in, and he was completely lost in a racing game, tapping furiously at the keys. You couldn’t help but smile. Lando was cute when he got like this—totally immersed in something he loved. You’d been wanting to talk to him for a while, but whenever you did, he always seemed a little shy, like he wasn’t quite sure how to handle attention.

With a bit of hesitation, you walked over to his table, your shoes softly tapping against the floor.

“Hey, Lando,” you greeted him, making him jump in surprise.

His eyes widened behind his glasses. “Oh! Hey, uh, hi,” he stammered, quickly pausing his game and adjusting his glasses, though they slid down his nose again.

You grinned, leaning against the desk. “What’s up? You in the middle of a race or something?”

“Uh, yeah. Kinda,” Lando said, his voice still a little flustered. “I’m just… well, practicing for a race. You know, like a simulator thing.” He gave a nervous chuckle, clearly uncomfortable now that he wasn’t hiding behind his game.

“Sounds fun,” you said, your voice soft and teasing. “You always this focused?”

Lando nodded, his cheeks tinging pink. “Yeah, I guess so. I really like it. It helps me… focus on stuff, y’know? It’s like, my thing.”

You smiled, watching as he fidgeted with his hands, clearly a bit shy. “That’s cool. You’re really good at it, aren’t you?”

Lando shrugged, glancing at the screen, his eyes not quite meeting yours. “I mean, I guess? I’ve been practicing for a while, but it’s nothing special. I’m just a bit of a nerd about it.”

“No, I think it’s awesome,” you said, sitting down next to him. “I can barely figure out how to drive in the game. You must be a pro.”

Lando’s face lit up a little, but the shy smile quickly faded into self-doubt. “Nah, I don’t know about that. I’m probably not as good as, you know, some of the other guys.”

He said it so softly, almost like he didn’t want to be heard, but you caught it. He always downplayed his skills, as if he was too afraid of seeming too confident.

“Lando,” you said gently, nudging him. “You’re amazing at it. Seriously, you could probably race professionally if you wanted to. You just need to believe in yourself a little more.”

His eyes widened, and he looked at you, caught off guard by your words. “You really think so?”

You smiled warmly. “I do.”

Lando’s cheeks flushed slightly, and he looked away, adjusting his glasses again. “Well, thanks. I, uh, I guess I’ll take that as a compliment.”

You watched him for a moment, realizing that while Lando had all the potential in the world, he still had his moments of uncertainty, like he wasn’t sure if he deserved the praise or the attention.

“Okay, next question,” you said, changing the topic to keep the conversation going. “If you could have any superpower, what would it be?”

Lando grinned a little, his confidence coming back in small bursts as he warmed up to you. “Super speed, obviously,” he said, his tone a little more confident now. “I mean, I could race anywhere. And I’d be unbeatable.”

You laughed, teasing him gently. “Just don’t get too cocky. You might run into trouble if you get too fast.”

“Pfft,” Lando said, playfully brushing it off, though a small smile tugged at his lips. “Who could catch me?”

The two of you spent the rest of the lunch break chatting, Lando slowly becoming more comfortable as the conversation went on. He still had his shy, insecure moments—like when he’d second-guess himself or nervously adjust his glasses—but with each compliment and bit of encouragement from you, Lando grew just a little bit more confident.

By the time the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, Lando’s smile was genuine, and his posture a bit straighter.

“Thanks for hanging out,” he said as you both gathered your things. “I don’t usually… talk much. But it was nice.”

“You’re welcome, Lando,” you said, giving him a warm smile. “We should do it again sometime.”

“Yeah, totally,” he replied, his voice still a little shy but much more confident than when you first sat down. “I’d like that.”

As you walked to class together, you couldn’t help but feel that, while Lando still had a lot of growing to do in terms of his confidence, he was well on his way. And maybe, just maybe, you’d be the one to help him get there.

Thank you for reading!

[feroluce]

“-and that's why I ain't allowed in Pier Point no more!” Boothill throws his head back and cackles, somehow completely comfortable on the bare floor of the archives. He's the very picture of ease, his arms behind his head, his legs bent and crossed.

Dan Heng barely looks up from his notebook, not much surprises him anymore after the first few tales of lawless exploits. “So they really have that many laws and restrictions there.” 

“And prob’ly a few more now that I've been through there! Heck, ya think they named any after me? I'm hopin’ so.” There's so much smug cockiness seeping through his voice Dan Heng could bottle it.

Silence settles in, stretches out. Dan Heng doodles pensive circles in the corner of his page.

He shouldn't ask. It's a private matter. It's none of his business. He of all people should know-

Something pokes his shoe, and when he looks up, Boothill has stretched one arm up to tap metallic fingertips against his foot. “Ain't like ya to hesitate.” With his head tipped back on the tiles and gazing at him upside down, Boothill's hair is out of his face and spooling out all over the floor, offering a rare view of his right side. His right eye is sealed over with a pitch-black patch, stark against his skin. Dan Heng wonders what he looks like behind it. “C'mon, then, out with it. Spill the beans, brother, just say it.”

“What does ‘Boothill’ mean?”

The man blinks at him, the crosshair in his cybernetic left eye flickering. Dan Heng shifts, smooths out his long coat. “I tried to look it up once. It's not in any database as a name...other than your wanted posters.” There's a thread beginning to fray near the hem, he should sew it up. “I couldn't find it anywhere.” 

He nearly takes it back, but- “Heh, ya that curious about me, darlin’?”

Dan Heng quickly levels his face into the most impassive, nonplussed expression he can muster, but Boothill has already turned away, head pillowed on his arms and face once again turned to the ceiling.

“But nah, ya wouldn't. Hah, like they'd allow any record of the language, fudgeheads.” One arm sweeps around blindly until it finds the edge of Boothill's hat, sets it back where it belongs on his head. Dan Heng shuffles around, scoots a little closer, but the brim is pulled too low to see his eyes anymore.

“It's ‘cause it's not a name. It's a noun.” All that's visible of his face is a sharp grin, pulled too tight at the edges.

“It's my people's word for a grave.”

Dan Heng's pencil stops.

“It's the kinda grave fer someone who died with their boots on. If ya catch my drift there.” Boothill's foot starts to bounce. “There was a war, and it got reeeeeal intense, yup. Folks started droppin’ like flies, ‘n’ there was bodies faster'n what we could bury ‘em.” A cooling fan kicks on somewhere. Dan Heng is pretty sure it's not any of the Express equipment.

“We lost some real good people there, real good. Mighty shame.” His hidden Vidyadhara ears detect a quiet metallic click, a whir, pressurized gas. Boothill's next words waft steam from his angry circuits into the air. “When I left, I decided to leave my name there, too. Didn't feel right otherwise. The life I lead now is a whole ‘nother existence.” And then Boothill turns his head, raises his hat, and Dan Heng suddenly feels pinned dead center, caught in that crosshair.

“Ya know what I mean, don'tcha?”

Dan Heng swallows.

Does Boothill know? Who he is and who came before him? There had been that moment in the Penacony Grand Theater, after he activated the Jade Abacus… Dan Heng had tried to shoo him out, keep him from seeing anything, but Boothill has the astounding ability to turn up exactly wherever people are trying to keep him away from.

If he did see, does he actually understand it? Does he know what a High Elder is? Does he know about the sedition of Imbibitor Lunae, the transmutation arcanum, everything Dan Feng had done and Dan Heng was punished for?

He doesn't want to explain it all. Not now. Possibly not ever, truth be told.

And it's not the same as Boothill leaving behind his old identity when whatever event happened that caused him to leave home. Not really. But…

But so far, Boothill has slid so easily into Dan Heng’s routine. His presence never feels like an intrusion. He's already figured out what he can push and when to back down. And even Dan Heng finds himself able to roll with whatever punches Boothill throws with baffling ease. They share too much in their methods and ideologies, and sometimes Dan Heng knows what Boothill will do seemingly before even Boothill himself knows.

“...Tell me about Talia and the Nailscrap Town.” Boothill must know he's avoiding the topic. He must. But the man just throws his head back and cackles, melting easily back into what they had been doing before, as he speaks fondly of a planet that Dan Heng has never visited.

Not today. But.

Dan Heng inches just a little closer, just enough to nudge his foot against a metal leg. Boothill doesn't pull away.

Maybe someday.

[x-aefx]

ONE TIME THING - BELLA RAMSEY

Pictures above are not mine

Summary: unbeknownst to you, you meet actor Bella Ramsey. You two hit it off but your paths lead two different directions.

Bella Ramsey x female reader

Warnings: none

Taglist:

Authors note: I don't know how accurate it is for bella to take a bus or the bus being completely full, however for this story, it is entirely accurate.

I use they/her pronouns for Bella.

"I really have to go" your voice sounded desperate now. You were desperate. Your bus would be here any moment now, currently it was three minutes late, you had been on call with your friend, Aaron for 45 minutes, you were sure 15 of those minutes was spent on you trying to end the call. Your phone was sweaty in your hand from your hold and you had messages you needed to open as you had been ignoring them for the better part of the day. You hated texting, mostly because it made you overthink everything you wouldn't overthink in a real life in person conversation.

"alright alright just bring me back something from work" came Aarons voice from the phone. You rolled your eyes, he asked the same thing every day you were working.

"no promise love you by!" You spoke quickly into the phone as you seen your bus approach. Putting the device into your jean pocket you moved closer to the edge of the footpath.

You greeted the driver with a small smile and a 'how are you' as to not seem rude. Once your ticket was verified you made your way down the bus isle in search of a seat. Every. single. one. being occupied.

You furrowed your brows, surely there would be one seat available.

As if the man in the sky heard you, your prayers were answered by the sound of a voice coming from your right.

"hey, you can have this seat"

Turning you faced the source of the voice. You smiled in gratitude as you sat beside the mystery person.

"thanks, I was beginning to think I'd have to stand or sit on someones lap the entire journey." You really were relieved, none of those options sounded appealing.

"It's nothing." The stranger waved your words off.

They sounded nice, you thought, mid-length brunette hair that was slightly wavy under a cap, clear skin that had a glow, they were definitely attractive.

The sound of a notification broke your train of thought. Pulling your phone out of your pocket you turned it on. To no surprise the most recent message was from Aaron.

You didn't bother to reply. You, for some reason, always did bring him back something. He knew that. The little shit.

Sighing you leaned back in your seat. Your mum had been texting you non stop asking about college, if you had finally met someone and when you'll be visiting. You loved her, but she could be somewhat overbearing. You had visited her over a week ago but clearly that was years ago in her world.

Your friend, Annita had also left a dozen messages. One that caught your attention was about how the train she was on was completely full (much like the bus you were currently on) and how her work place wasn't any better.

Glancing ahead of you, you could see people standing in large crowds from the windows. You frowned, what was happening today? A concert? Surely not. You loved music and concerts even more, you would know if one was on.

Taking a glance at the person beside you (who was occupied by their phone) you decided to pluck up the courage to ask them.

"excuse me, do you know why there's so many people crowding around on the street? Is there something important going on?"

Secretly you were wishing there wasn't something too important going on, you didn't want to seem dumb for not knowing.

"the president of the US is visiting. He's giving out free food." The stranger said with a straight face and serious voice.

"no fucking way!" Your eyes were wide and your mouth hung open.

"nah I'm just messing with you. There's a football match on." Their serious face was gone, replaced with a wide smile. Her tone had humour and happiness in it. You were impressed with their acting skills.

"not funny, I believed you! Can you imagine I go around asking people when the president is arriving? I'd be laughed out of the country!"

You wanted to seem mad, but you ended up joining in with their laughter.

"sorry, I don't actually know why I said that." They apologized but began giggling again the more they looked at you and remembered your shocked expression.

"yeah yeah fuck you." You muttered. You looked up when you heard them laugh again. You didn't think they heard it, but you were glad they weren't offended.

Your eyes moved down to her hands. Each finger adorned with thick silver rings. "I like them. Your rings I mean." You didn't realize what you were saying until the words left your mouth.

The stranger looked down at her hands, she held them up slightly to give you a better view.

"thank you. I always like to have something to fiddle with. Especially with being around people constantly" Looking at her you could tell she seemed genuinely happy about being complimented over her rings.

You hummed in agreement.

"I take it your not going to the match?" They questioned.

"and why do you think that?" You responded.

"you didn't know there was one on." She quirked a brow and spoke as if it were the most obvious thing in the world (it was)

"well maybe I decided to go because the charming stranger on the bus changed my mind." You teased.

"I think the charming stranger should be very flattered. Persuading the pretty girl on the bus to go to the match is no easy task." They teased you back.

God.

Why did they have to look at you like that?

Why did they have to engage in conversation?

Why did you talk to them in the first place?

You prayed silently in your mind your face wasn't as red as it felt.

"and do they have a name? Or do they go by 'the charming stranger'?"

They smiled at you. You felt your heart do a back flip.

"I'm Bella." Straightening up in their seat, they held out their hand for you to shake in an attempt at coming across as professional. It would've worked if not for the way the side of her lips quirked as they tried to conceal their laughter.

Copying Bella, you turned slightly in your seat as you shook their hand.

"hello bella, I'm y/n." You smiled.

"so is it decided? Have you been persuaded to go to the match."

You frowned slightly, "unfortunately I have work." You smiled at bella apologetically.

Bella tried to hide their disappointment. She barely knew this girl, why was she getting so upset?

"where do you work?" Bella decided it would be better to change the subject.

"in Burr & co café. On Bernard Street. It's just a summer job until I go back to college." You explained.

"I'll be sure to stop by." Bella promised.

"the hot chocolate is particularly good." You winked. "Anyways, what about you? Are you in college or do you work?"

Bella was hesitant to tell you about her real job. She enjoyed talking to you and it came easy. She didn't want to ruin it.

"I study environmental science." Not a complete lie.

You were about to say something but was interrupted by multiple notifications coming from your phone. You cringed, bella only smiled, a silent gesture to say they didn't mind if you checked your phone.

You shouldn't have been surprised when the notification on the screen were messages from Aaron. Leave it to him to ruin the conversation you were having with probably the coolest person you have ever met, without him even knowing it. Quickly you opened the message.

You rolled your eyes but secretly you were excited to watch game of thrones. All your other friends had watched it except you and Aaron, so you both thought it would be fitting to watch it together.

"sorry about that. My friend invited me to his to watch game of thrones tonight. Nothing important."

Something flashed in Bella's eyes.

"really? Is it your first time watching it?"

"yep. Have you watched it?" You asked.

"I've seen bits of it. Can't say I've watched the whole thing. Are you enjoying it?"

"well it's been really good so far." You answered truthfully. "tonight we're starting season 6."

Bella's eyes widened slightly, they're lips parted and then closed once she was brought back to reality."well I-uh hope you enjoy it."

You frowned slightly at the way she was acting but eventually decided to ignore it.

"from what I've heard it's supposed to be good." You spoke, the bus was almost at your stop.

It would be a lie to say you weren't slightly disappointed that yours and Bella's conversation was quickly coming to an end. You had momentarily forgotten you were even on the bus talking with a complete stranger, you told her where you worked and everything!

Shaking your head from your thoughts you smiled at Bella.

"well I'm getting off now. It was nice talking to you, stranger. I presume your going to the match?"

Bella's smile faded slightly at the mention of you getting off the bus.

"yeah I am. It was nice talking to you too, pretty girl."

You were sure you were blushing now, you were sure bella could see it too.

The bus stopped.

"enjoy the match!" You told her.

"enjoy game of thrones" bella winked at you and had a smug grin on her face, almost like they knew something you didn't.

You rolled your eyes and got off the bus and towards the café you worked at.

-

A/N :

I hope you enjoyed.

P.s for anyone confused, Bella first appears in Game of Thrones in season 6 (their first acting role)

Part two⬇️

[seishinnookami]

chapter two; No way I’m doing this!

Twisted wonderland x Obey me crossover

Not a real timeline

perspective: second

disclamer; passing out, mention of kidnapping, crowded street

[Obey me perspective]

Mc, who was currently in Devildom’s new coffee shop, or at least, going there through the sea of other demons. 

“OI! MC! Can’t you be faster?!” 

The puffing voice of Mammon called out to them; making them roll their eyes. 

“I’m coming!!” 

They announced, struggling to keep up with his long legs. The unbothered demons pushing them around until Mammon notices and tried to play the hero. 

“I’m coming you little human!” 

He smirks, reaching out towards Mc.

Who in return, raises their hand to hold into his, wanting to get out of this crowd. 

As they open their palm, the sound of horse’s shoes clicking on the ground could be heard, other sounds dulling out. 

A hand from behind them grasping their hand before it could touch Mammon’s. They could see the surprise and fear reflected in the prince of greed’s eyes. 

“MC!” 

He called out turning into his demon form, but they couldn’t see anymore of what was happening;

The edges of their gaze hazing before everything goes black. 

They feels weightless,  almost like they was in the sea. They opens their eyes, seeing nothing but black, until a soft light appears before them. They reached their hands out towards the light, something floating before them.

A mirror…

It didn’t have their reflection, when soon a face has shown up. 

“…” 

It said nothing, just stare at the frightened Mc, it opened its mouth, yet its voice seemingly came from Mc’s mind.

They didn’t understand what it said, before it turned black again, this time, they was greeted by an annoying voice 

“Oh? Human!! Wake up!!! What are you doing here?!” 

They flinched, sun shining into their eyes. It soon settled, making them see the man? That stood above them. 

“W-what?” 

“Come, come! We don’t have time for this, you have to leave! I have been gracious enough to have one magicless student, I’m not gonna have two!” 

“Magicless?” 

They echoed, what? They has magic! What is this maniac talking about…

“Hmp! Come on!” 

The weird masked man yapped, grabbing them by their hand. 

Which finally woke them up, they grabbed the man’s clothes by his chest, yanking him and kicking his stomach, which flew him over them, landing in the grass with a tud. 

Huh.. it looks like what Lucifer taught them didn’t go to waste! 

They scramble onto their feet, looking around. This was a weird place, nothing was familiar. 

“Ouch..” 

The man on the ground grunted, making Mc’s attention snap back to him. 

They raised a hand, quickly trying to summon Lucifer. 

“Hear me, denizens of darkness, you who are born of shadow and you who give birth to it. Hear me and do as I command! I, MC, call upon you to send forth one of your number! I summon the Avatar of Wrath, Lucifer!”

They waited for that soft burn on their pact mark, to see Lucifer’s demon wings from behind.. but nothing came.

“What?” 

They mumbled, completely caught off guard. 

“I’m done playing games! I’m oh so kind to not leave you here by your self!” 

The strange man said, grabbing them and throwing them onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. 

“OI! LET GO OF ME YOU BIRD- THING- UH!” 

They screamed, hitting his back. They really should have really listened when Levi was cursing them out..

"Denizens of darkness, awaken! Hear me I am MC the master of Beelzebub avatar of Gluttony I call upon you to lend your powers to this demon"

They tried again, hoping to get Beel’s strength to wiggle out of the man’s hold. But once again, nothing happened. 

“Quit squirming, and let me help you! I’m truly too kind!” 

The man with the weird hat laughed, bringing Mc into a strange looking hall, where they was met with the same mirror that appeared before them!

“Oh hell nah!” 

They yelped when they were dropped before the mirror, glaring up at the man while he talked to the mirror. 

About sending them home? Huh?

After trying to make sense of what is happening, they caught the last thing that the mirror said. 

“I can’t send them home. There is no home for them.” 

“WHAT?!” 

They screamed, making the man jump back. 

“HAHAHA! No! No way I’m redoing all this!” 

They freaked out, there was no way they was going to going through all that again. They wanted to go back to the brothers, to talk with Solomon again,  spend time with the angles! No way they was going to leave them behind!! They still had to tease Luke for being short!! 

Meanwhile they started pacing, cursing out the mirror while rambling to themselves, the weird man had snook out the door. 

Mc patted themselves over, trying to find anything useful, they was panicking; wanting to see Diavolo’s calming smile again! They had to get famous on devilgram with Asmo!

“No! I did not survive those troublesome demons to get dragged kidnapped AGAIN?! Haha! No way! I’m not going to start a new school, leave all things behind again?! I’m not going through that, AGAIN!” 

They huffed, stopping as they started to feel dizzy. Mc sighed, out of breath, turned towards the stupid bird man who dragged them inside. 

Their eyes land on Yuu. 

“… Yuu?” 

They whispered, eyes widened. How.. how were they here?! 

Mc stared at Yuu, eyes wide with tears starting to gather in them. All those nights, spent in tears and sleepless turning. All those moments where they knew they couldn’t stop because they had to find their sibling… 

And now Yuu was before them. 

But how?! 

How was Yuu in this world? 

They didn’t look much different from when they saw each other last. Mc’s could help but step closer to the two, cheeks drenched in salty tears.

“I’m sorry.. do i know you?” 

Their step falters, eyes wide as they fall onto their knees. It seemed like the world was falling apart around them, shattering like glass.

“W-what?” 

They sound lost, breathless and confused. 

“Yuu? This isn’t funny!” 

Yuu looks apologetic. Looking at Mc with a small frown. 

“Yuu! It’s me, (om)y/n!” 

They cried out, hoping this was all just a cruel joke. 

“I-i am truly sorry, but I don’t know you.” 

Yuu repeated, their voice sounding empty in the air against the cries of Mc. They didn’t believe this day could get worse. So many things happened all at once. He wanted to go home, HOME home, back in the normal world and with Yuu and their parents.. 

the soft steps of Yuu’s shoe could be heard as it echoed through the hall. It danced with the echo of the stranger’s sobs, almost like a dark lullaby, trying to lull someone to eternal sleep. 

“I may not know you…” 

they whispered, kneeling down before the broken looking body of trembling sobs . Who looked up at them with- lashes sticking together from their tears. (-their skin sparkling with the salty, sad liquid) [< for those who don’t have hair] 

“But.. could you tell me who you are? To me?” 

“I’m your sibling..” 

They answered softly, as their eyes met, the same eyes Mc had missed every day. When they looked in the mirror and Yuu’s smile faced them.. 

“… I’m sorry for not remembering you…” 

“Why?… Why don’t you remember?” 

They questioned whether this was even real, finding their sibling, only for them to not remember. This had to be a nightmare, for sure! Or maybe one of the demon’s playing a trick on them! 

“I don’t remember anything that happened before coming here..” 

Yuu revealed, sighing as they was about to explain, bird man’s loud voice cut throughout the soft, broken atmosphere that settled on the two siblings. 

“You can all talk this out at Ramshackle!” 

he decided, grabbing both, which earned him a slap on the hand from MC. Giving him a glare that said “touch me and i’ll bite off your hand.”  

The man quickly backed off, not liking this more feral version of Yuu. 

He cleared his throat, putting a hand over his chest, the other onto his hip. 

“Because i’m so kind, i’ll let you, an another magicless human stay here! Aren’t I just the best?” 

He laughed, turning around and walking away while singing praises to himself. Mc’s eye twitched, the strange man reminding him of Mammon’s cocky behaviour.

“Yeah, the best at being the worse… He’s like a worse version of Mammon…”

Mc mumbles, making Yuu chuckle softly. 

“You’ll get used to it after a while. C’mon, i’ll being you to your dormitory.. if you can call it that.” 

“Oh dear…” 

Yuu chuckled, standing up and offering a hand down to them. 

“Shall we?” 

they looked at their hand, a soft smile edging onto their lips. 

“You haven’t changed a bit..” 

they chuckle, putting their hand into Yuu’s palm.

“We shall.”

[corellianhounds]

Original post: The Bad Batch body swap!AU

I have a few short chapters outlined right now, though I’m debating on whether it works as a fic or just some loosely connected scenes posted here instead of AO3.

A few scenarios:

The first day after the whole switch Omega is getting irritable and twitchy and can’t figure out why until she checks all of her symptoms against space MayoClinic and storms off to find Crosshair and is like “are YOU a SMOKER”

Crosshair is a little chagrined but he’s not going to be scolded by a CHILD so “Yeah? What of it? Mind your own business”

“This IS my business now, I’M the one going through nicotine withdrawal!!”

“So go have a cigarette and get off my back already.”

Echo (with Hunter’s hearing) yelling back from the cockpit: “What did you just say??”

Later Hunter crosses his arms and is looking disapprovingly at Crosshair (who again just looks like a sulking teenage girl) and Crosshair’s like “Do you MIND?”

Ok but that being said. Who catches Crosshair trying to sneak a cigarette NOW 😆 Because to anyone else it’s just going to look like some girl got caught smoking and her uncle/dad/older brother is mad at her like anyone would expect them to be

—

Ventress shows back up on Pabu at some point and takes one look at Crosshair or Hunter in passing but then stops, her eyes narrowing before she starts investigating and looking them over all “What did you guys do because the Force vibes in here are absolutely RANCID right now”

Later Wrecker’s like “What's up with Ventress? She looks like she smelled something bad” and Echo’s like “I think she just looks like that.” Omega hollering across the room “DON’T BE RUDE”

—

Fennec also shows back up somewhere down the line during a job, just antagonizing ‘Hunter’ for the heck of it and Echo tires of it REAL quick. Hunter may have fast reflexes but combined with Echo’s age and experience, Echo is downright LETHAL and easily gets the upper hand, getting his point across quite clearly to a much more alarmed Fennec who is surprised at Hunter’s more militant efficiency and assertiveness.

(Unfortunately ‘Hunter’s’ gruff, no-nonsense, equally sharp-tongued venom back at her (because Echo is more forthright and obvs doesn’t like her and won’t put up with her crap) has Fennec going a little 👀😳 so. Consider her curiosity piqued.)

—

Wrecker being caught completely off guard showing back up on Pabu and being yanked into an alcove by Phee whose welcome-back kiss makes it very clear just how much she missed Tech~

“WHOA whoa WHOA whoa WHOA—”(Wrecker’s holding her back by the shoulders because WHAT and WHEN and most importantly WHY—)

“Something the matter, handsome?” Phee asks with a smile, lazily playing with his hair

And… well now it’s sort of catching up to him, to be honest that did feel pretty good…

Wrecker going “uhhhhhh Nah we’re good” 😘 Goes back to kissing her because yeah actually this does feel nice. Maybe even picks her up to do it, which is a pleasant surprise to her because that’s a first, she didn’t even think Tech could do that

Tech is incensed when he finds out about it later. Phee’s off to the side doubled over laughing because she actually thinks the whole thing is very funny

“Hey, two-for-one special! How ‘bout that!”

“PHEE”

Her later, to Tech: “I would kiss you, but I don’t think I’ve got Echo’s sign-off on that—” (*Echo distantly in the background*: “Thank you.”) — But I suppose I can wait ‘til you’re who you’re supposed to be again.”

—

Crosshair breaks a couple of boys’ fingers or puts them in wrist holds when they try to get too handsy with ‘Omega’ and won’t back off. Him not saying anything but subtly building up her reputation as someone who’s not to be messed with. Later telling the rest of the guys “Arlo Dace isn’t allowed around Omega anymore and if you hear anything about me threatening him once I’m back in my own body no you didn’t”

Further ideas/scenes

Calling up Rex and crowding around their flip phone when it first happens, going “Hey buddy sorry to bother you but we don’t know any Jedi and we think the Force? just messed us up?”

And Rex, who WAS a captain under Anakin and Ahsoka, is going like 😬😬 and telling them “uh we weren’t exactly simpático at the end of the war, boys, can’t exactly call them up”

Wrecker working out a bunch as if trying to bulk up. Tech telling him it’s not going to happen overnight, and will he PLEASE eat some vegetables with all that protein

Tech noting each of Echo’s aches and pains and updating his medical charts. Working on designing/modifying better-fitting and more comfortable prostheses and cybernetics, telling Echo he’s overdue for some improvements.

Hunter noticing Echo struggling with the amount of sensory input he’s dealing with all of a sudden, telling him the helmet is fitted with a neutralizing air-filter and tinted visor so he can get at least some of his senses under control

Hunter himself having to consciously duck his head to keep from hitting it on stuff, his sense of sight and hearing being thrown off too

Tech subconsciously going to adjust glasses he no longer has

Hunter having to pretend to be Wrecker and it’s super awkward because of everybody he’s typically the most quiet, while Wrecker is… not

They come up with some lie about laryngitis so he doesn’t have to talk at all for a while

All of them having to pretend around Cid, who’s suspicious the first time they come in, but it isn’t until the second time there that one of them slips up and she starts to piece it together. She’s mildly amused but doesn’t care. Go do the job I hired you for.

Crosshair being frustrated that he can’t use HIS gun because it’s too big for him now. Training Omega to use it instead, maybe being too hard on her and Hunter having to tell him to back off.

Sorry but the visual I have of Hunter catching a grenade midair and crushing it in his hands, stalking forward through the smoke on a warpath to their enemies. Whoof.

Either Omega or Hunter telling their counterpart that they can cut their hair if it’s bothering them too much. Echo or Crosshair mulling it over but ultimately declining. There’s so few things you’re able to make your own when you share the same face and DNA as a couple million other people

“Tech’s” behavior is the most obvious change to outside observers, him knocking back a couple drinks faster than he really should and finally feeling the effects of alcohol for the first time in his life. Before this Wrecker just metabolized it so fast it never actually hit him.

People asking Wrecker about information or research outside of his wheelhouse also sends him into a bit of a tailspin and he ends up pulling a lot of “ *gasp* What in the world could that be?!” distractions, pointing over their shoulder before dashing away

Echo is honestly dealing with things the best. He feels more like his old self, just in peak physical condition. The renewed vigor makes him equally as lethal as Hunter normally is when he’s in his own body, and there’s a different way he carries himself that commands people’s attention in ways Hunter naturally avoids, simply by virtue of the fact hunters are meant to be unseen, lying in wait. Echo here walks more like a seasoned veteran, a leader capable and in control. The kind of person others look to for guidance and stability, like a lighthouse in a storm.

Hunter doesn’t even feel like Echo’s overstepping his bounds. It’s more like Echo’s stepped up to the plate and is aware his stewardship of the role is temporary, but one he takes as seriously as if it were his own responsibility. Hunter feels like he can take a step back and breathe for a minute, the weight of leadership being shouldered more equally between the both of them, and he can genuinely relax knowing the team is still in good hands

It’s a welcome reprieve because Hunter’s reeling from the change as badly as the rest of them are. They’re all having to deal with the ramifications of not having their own assets and advantages at their disposal. Who are you if you can’t fulfill the role you were designed to do?

Crosshair somehow manages to get even more paranoid knowing he doesn’t have his original height and strength to his advantage. Omega is so much smaller than they are, and it would be very easy for her to not be able to fend off or take a hit like they can. It makes him more protective over her once they switch back, now much more aware of what she actually is and isn’t capable of, though in typical fashion he does it without making it obvious or calling attention to it. He more reflexively moves to shield or save her in ways he only became aware she was at risk of when he was stuck as her. He’s almost appalled by some of the stunts they’ve had her do.

He’s not complaining about the regained flexibility and energy though. She can bounce back from more in terms of minor aches and joint issues. She can also sleep contorted into more bafflingly uncomfortable positions than any of them have been able to get away with in years, and on a good day he’s getting a minimum of six hours in a row uninterrupted, if not more

Definitely uses his size and appearance to his advantage, letting people underestimate him before striking with violent precision and unmerciful retaliation. There’s at least one fight where Hunter doesn’t even realize Crosshair’s jumped into the fray until after Crosshair snatches one of his knives off his belt without Hunter even feeling it

Him “acquiring” a specific type of rifle when they’ve made a stop on one planet that has an armory; it’s lightweight, breaks down easily, and is more suited to Omega’s wingspan and strength. Sure, he can use the energy bow, but he’s a sniper for a reason.

Echo hesitating when it’s time to switch back. Everyone understands, and Hunter doesn’t push him until he decides he’s ready.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for vagueing one of my irl friends on my tumblr?

This is a bit of a long story thats spread out over a period of time that happened about a while ago, but here's the situation: It was freshman year at a liberal arts college, with a sizable chunk of the campus being queer online nerds (and by extension had a tumblr account). I like to keep my digital life and my real life completely separate, and I was/still am very paranoid about people finding my account. When my friend (we'll call him decimal) started asking for peoples tumblr, I told him that I wasn't going to give it to him. Fast forward a few months, I made 2 posts about decimal (one of which boiled down to me saying "i think decimal was in the wrong about this situation" and the other being about him sending me something when I didnt ask for it) on tumblr. I find out that decimal found my tumblr account and followed me, and texted me a playful message about it. I told him very politely that I don't want him to follow me. He responded "[mutual friend] is following you" (a surprise to me) and then "L + ratio + you vagued me on your tumblr" (his exact words). Now, at the point I am in my life, I acknowledge that me vaguing about him is shitty behavior, but then I thought it was fine since I complain a lot about people on my tumblr about others who were closer to me. When I responded in confusion about the mutual friend following me and found my other post. Afterwards I apologized to him about vaguing him, and he apologized about looking through my tumblr (though looking back he never explicitly said I'm sorry?) and we moved on, though the situation never really left me, and I still wonder if I was being a asshole and overreacting when I was caught in the act of vagueing decimal. So, was I?

What are these acronyms?

[letsgivethisonemoreshot]

ShellShocked

After playing around with the idea of a best friends to lovers story in my head for a while, I woke up with this thought yesterday morning. It is 100% @unlikelywrestlingfan fault. So I wrote it down for her.

Summary: Trying to get ready for his next show, Alex asks his long time friend if she wouldn't mind helping him out with a move he's been thinking about.

Warnings: Language, Usage of real name due to one line I really fell in love with and had to write.

“Hey Ellie,” Patrick began as he entered his living room. “If you’re not busy today would you mind helping me out with something?”

“What did you need help with?” She asked as she turned her attention from the t.v. to her friend.

“I need to do a spot at the next show with a girl, but I don’t want it to be the same things I’ve done before. I want it to be different. I was hoping you’d try some things out with me.”

“Or you could just stop beating up women,” She joked.

“Nah. Easy way to get cheap heat.”

“Since when does Patrick Martin take the easy way out?” She asked as she leaned more forward on the couch.

“Never. Alex Shelley on the other hand…here and there,” He laughed. “So are you gonna help me or not?”

“Sure. Just take it easy on me. Remember I’m not trained for this shit.”

Ellie put the remote down on the couch and stood up. This wasn’t the first time she helped him work through some idea he had in mind for his wrestling career, probably wouldn’t be the last either. He took off his hat and tossed it onto the sofa as he met her in the middle of the room. She stood in front of him with her hands resting on her hips waiting. She could see the wheels turning in his head as his eyes were glancing up at the ceiling, temporarily lost in thought.

“So what are we doing?” Ellie finally asked.

“Okay. I was thinking instead of attacking her directly like I usually do, we could do a thing where she runs in trying to help him, but then I grab her and make her watch him getting destroyed by the crew. I just need to figure out the logistics to make it run smoothly. Alright, I think I got it. Slap me.”

“What?” Ellie asked caught off guard by his request.

“Just act like you’re going to slap me. It’ll be fine,” He assured.

“Okay,” She said, still unsure about it.

Ellis brought her arm back then swung forward, hoping the little force she planned on using would be good enough. She was surprised when he caught her wrist midair. Before she could ask him what his next move was, he spun her around calculating the movements so that the arm of the wrist he was holding was across her chest and pinning her other arm down by her side when he pulled her against him before tightening his grip slightly. She gasped when her back met her chest. His other hand went to her hair, being gentle on his friend as he moved it to the side.

“So from here I can grab onto the hair to move her head in any direction. I can fuck around with his head while he’s getting the shit beat out of him by holding his girl and making comments. I could even lick her face, or along here,” He explained as he gentle traced his fingers along the side of her neck. “They love that sick shit there.”

“Do not lick me,” Ellie warned sternly.

“I won’t. Not unless you ask nicely.” He laughed with a wink.

He let go of her wrist and the two quickly made some space between them. Ellie gently rubbed her wrist as she turned back towards him. Not that it was hurting in any way, she just felt like she had to.

“So, what do you think?” Patrick asked as he stuck his hands into his cargo short pockets.

“I think maybe you should leave that company before they corrupt you completely.” She joked as she sat back sown on the couch, pulling her legs up. “Are you sure she’ll be okay with that?”

“Pretty sure based off our history. But I’ll go over all of it with them first and adjust it however I have to.”

She nodded at him. “Sounds good to me then. Different than before, but still along the same lines. I think it’s definitely going to get the reaction you want.

“Thanks,” He smiled shyly, somewhat proud she approved of his idea. “Hey, lunch should be ready by now. Do you want to come with me to pick it up or hang out here?”

“No thanks. I’ll stay here and pic the movie. I don’t trust you to do it after the last one you made me sit through,” She answered as she grabbed the remote.

“Hey! I have great taste!”

“In food yes. In movies, no. Go pick up lunch,” Ellie said dismissing him as she began to scroll through movies on the television screen.

Patrick smiled slyly on his way out the door. Once she heard him get into his car and the engine turn on, Ellie wasn’t able to concentrate on the screen. She could only focus on the butterflies that were still fluttering around her stomach from when he had pulled her against him. And the way her skin tingled from where his fingers touched. She had kept this growing crush for her friend buried down deep inside. Not wanting to ruin what they had based on the lust filled ideas that filled her mind whenever he had his shirt off. But she didn’t know how much longer she could kid herself. This was no longer the “he’s kind of cute” thoughts she began developing long ago. They were growing stronger with each day they hung out together. The way her heart jumped when she’d see his name pop up on her phone went way past the feeling of friendship. And right now all she could focus on was how jealous she was of the girl he would be working with next weekend.

[kairoot]

NOT YOUR FAULT: feelings not mutual..

masterlist.

it had been about 2 weeks since you and jay decided to “take things slow”. it hadn’t been a good 2 weeks, though.

sunghoon had been ignoring you and jay, keeping a distance and staying to himself. you tried starting conversations with him, making jokes, asking him to eat with you; none of it seemed to work.

if only you hadn’t posted that screenshot, none of this would happen.. maybe, just maybe, he would be a little bit more understanding..

Jay had been in his room all day, lying down and pacing. He’d racked his brain, stressing over the tiny things and he’d only been in a relationship for 2 weeks. He was dating his best friend’s little sister and now he won’t even look Jay’s way. He’d even gotten to the point where he started to doubt everything. ‘What if this is a mistake?’ ‘What if she doesn’t even like me?’

Thoughts flooded his head all at once. He didn’t eat today.. He didn’t even say hello to Y/n.

He pulled out his phone and scrolled to the bottom of his messages.

He took the ‘read’ as a yes, and listened to Nari’s instructions. It’s been ages since these two have even spoke.

He grabbed his black windbreaker and slipped on some sneakers. Jay walked out of his room and into the living room where most of the members were scattered. Some on the couch.

He was almost to the door when one of them called out. “Hey, Jay? You okay? Where are you going?”

It was Y/n. The one person Jay had been stressing over. He wasn’t even sure if he really wanted to see her right now, due to all the thoughts flooding his mind.

“Oh, uh yeah. Listen, don’t worry, I’m just going—“ Jay began to wrap an arm around her as he spoke, but caught a glimpse of Sunghoon in the kitchen, glaring at them both. Not directly, but from the corner of his eye. Jay patted Y/n’s arm, glancing up at the blonde in the kitchen. “— to the music store. I think one of my favorite bands dropped..”

Y/n nodded as Jay placed a piece of hair behind her ear. He acted carefully, though. Not wanting to cause any more trouble with his friend.

“Okay, well, be back soon? Eat something..” She sounded worried. Concerned. Jay thought for a minute, maybe she did care for him. Maybe she did like him. Or was that all in his head too?

Jay stood in the January winter, looking around for any sign of a brunette. He shivered, shoving his hands in his pockets, going to take his phone out.

“Well, this is certainly a surprise.” A voice spoke from his right. His gaze met with just the person he was looking for. Her lips turned in a smug smirk.

“Nari,” Jay let out a breath, leaping to engulf her. She wrapped her arms around his small frame, smiling completely this time.

“Jongseong,” Nari stepped away from the hug. Her face more soft, but serious now. “Haven’t seen you since the breakup. Only messages here and there.”

“For the last time Nari, that was not a breakup. We were never together.” He sighed, sitting on the wooden bench. Nari scoffed, bundling herself into her coat, taking a seat next to him.

“Hm. The way you held me said different.” Her voice rasped, recalling the way Jay would hold her when times were rough. When she couldn’t even fix a proper meal for her and her mother.

Jay didn’t speak, staring down at his shoes. He knew him and Nari had their moments. They were never official, though.

She cleared her throat, “So, what’s the deal? Manager scolding you again?” Nari snorted.

Jay scoffed in annoyance, he shook his head. “Uh, nah, it’s actually real serious this time. I’m in a relationship.”

Nari made a surprised noise, waiting for him to continue. “Well, who‘s the lucky gal?”

Jay hesitated for a moment. He recalled Nari hating Y/n so much, during his survival show. She went as far as threatening to run away from Jay. She truly liked him so much but couldn’t stand the thought of someone else getting in the way.

“It’s—“ He started, but his phone lit up with a message notification. The contact read ‘Y/n 💓’.

Nari glanced down at his phone, only to do a double take with her eyes. She felt her heart sink. Not necessarily in a sad way. More in a jealous, angry way. She would never admit that she did actually feel sad at some point. Now it all just felt like rage.

“So, it’s her, huh?” Her tongue poked at the inside of her cheek, her leg bouncing slightly.

“Yeah, uh, two weeks.” Jay flipped his phone over, turning it on silent. He felt the air tense up, causing him to sweat. Even in the cold.

He knew how angry Nari got when the topic of Y/n came up. Even the sound of her name irritated Nari.

She hummed, looking out at the white covering the grass.

“I’m sorry, it’s just.. I feel like, maybe she doesn’t even like me. Her brother hates me now. My own best friend.” Jay put his arm on the back of the bench. He stared down at the white ground.

Nari stared at him, her legs curled up on the bench. She would never say it, but she secretly hoped it was true. That Y/n didn’t like him. And that she could be with the one she wanted.

“Well..” She chuckled, shrugging. She didn’t really know how to respond to him since that’s actually what she wanted.

“Well?”

“Well, what do you want me to say? I mean, it’s a possibility..” She mumbled the last part under her breath.

Jay huffed, shaking his head. He stood up to leave but Nari stopped him.

“Before you get mad, let’s go shop for a few vinyls.” Nari shoved his side playfully. She stood up heading towards the small music store.

Jay sighed, eventually getting up to follow her.

—

milan’s notes: AFTER A YEAR AND A HALF IM FINALLY POSTING THIS CHAPTER. PLEASE EXCUSE THE POOR EDITING AND WRITING, AS A SAID I WROTE THIS A YEAR AGO.

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[tokusaatsus]

SURPRISE PARTIES

ft. oukawa kohaku

© tokusaatsus 2022

warnings: mild mentions of weapons, references to kohaku’s backstory, cursing

Crazy:B is just getting back from a hard day of practice, practice and more practice when they notice a human curled on the doorstep of their apartment.

By which I mean, the apartment that legally belongs to Niki and is currently being invaded by the usual amount of three-to-four freeloaders.

Curled up next to the welcome mat and fast asleep, hands wrapped around your knees, lies none other than you. One L/N Y/N, aka what Rinne means when he says ‘brat (affectionate)’, Niki’s sous-chef, ⅓ of the reason for HiMERU’s rising blood pressure, and the honorary fifth bee. The other four bees stop to stare at you blankly, before HiMERU breaks the silence. “Are they dead?”

Kohaku crouches down to poke your cheek, and you shift with a muttered complaint. “Nah. Jus’ asleep. Hey,” He shakes you. “Hey. Hey. HEY!”

You wake up with your fists flying, and nearly clip Kohaku on the cheek (you actually do manage to hit Rinne-senpai in the shin, but you ignore his grunt of pain and low swears in favour of focusing on what you deem more important). “Uweh! ‘M up, I’m up… Oh,” You blink slowly at Kohaku, who blinks back just as slowly. “You’re here.”

“Yeah, o’ course I’m here. This is Niki-han’s apartment.”

You rub at your eyes, voice heavy from sleep. The older three begin to file into the apartment–though still within listening distance, you assume. “That’s good… Hey, you aren’t too tired, right?”

“Not really… Why?” Kohaku’s instantly suspicious. “I can still fight like this, yanno?”

You look at him with a deadpan expression. You file that away for later examination. Whatever. Not thinking about it. “...‘Kay. Are you free to go to a store with me?”

Kohaku raises an eyebrow. You rarely ever ask him to hang out alone. Something about there being more competition for attention, especially considering you ain’t a real bee, blah blah blah. Privately, Kohaku doesn’t think you’ll ever have to worry about that, because he’s never seen the other bees dote on someone who isn’t one of their own. He’s speaking from experience here. “...Sure. What’s the occasion?”

“No reason,” You shrug. “Just felt like it.” You stand up with a bone-cracking stretch. Then, speaking at a volume that really isn’t necessary, you continue. “Well, me and Kohakkun”–you ignore his grumbled protests at the nickname–“will be at that idol store down the street! We’ll probably be gone for an hour-ish! We’re leaving now! Bye-bye!”

You grab Kohaku’s hand and begin running down the hallways. He goes limp and lets himself be dragged along, knowing that resistance is futile.

When you dragged Kohaku to the idol store, he was expecting it to be something similar to his trips with Love-han.

To translate, he expected a lot of squealing and rambling and excited fan behaviour. You being you, however, instead decide to completely destroy his expectations. You stay firmly in the NewDi aisle of the shop, carefully browsing through the merch.

Your eyes alight on a little plushie of Madara-han in his MaM outfit, and Kohaku thinks, oh God, no.

You pick it up off the shelf with a slight smile. “Hey, what d’you think?” You wave the plushie under his nose, and Kohaku watches the mini Madara-han, with his mini cowboy hat. He has the irrational urge to punch it, and then give it a hug. It’s cute, he’ll admit, but he’d rather die than ever be caught with Madara-han merch–be it Double Face-style or just MaM-style.

The only thing worse than that, Kohaku considers, would be to be caught with Crazy:B merch. Then he sees your eyes wander to the CosPro section, settling on the Crazy:B plushies, and Kohaku decides it’s time to do damage control. 

Madara-han is way better than the bees in this scenario.

He begins steering you towards the cashier. “Yeah, I think the teeny Madara-han looks great. Real cool. Ya should get this one. Totally.”

You give him a wicked grin over your shoulder, but allow yourself to be pushed. You complete your purchase while Kohaku hovers at your side like a short, pink, guardian angel. ¥60, 000 for a single Madara-han?! Crazy… 

“Hm, I think that’s all…” You smile at him, the tiny Madara-han tucked into your pouch. “Safe to go back now, you think?”

Kohaku doesn’t protest your strange choice of words and trails silently after you, checking his DMs on his Whole Hands. Love-han wished him a happy birthday (with lots of emojis and sparkles, as he is wont to do), as did Madara-han… He pauses, stowing his phone in his pocket just outside Niki-han’s apartment. Something feels… different.

He hesitates. It’s quiet.

Then it hits him. It’s too quiet. The bees (Rinne-han specifically) can never shut up for longer than five seconds. But there’s no noise from the apartment. You turn to look at him with your hand on the doorknob. “Something wrong, Kohakkun?” He doesn’t protest the nickname this time, too busy trying to pinpoint any signs of impending attack.

“Lemme go first.”

You look at him quizzically, but step back to let him pass. Kohaku pushes open the door carefully. It’s dark. He holds out a hand, barring your movement. Keeping you behind him. Out of the line of fire.

The lights flick on.

There’s a multitude of loud noises (not unlike that of a gunshot).

Kohaku flinches, moving in front of you to shield you with his body, waiting for the expected attack.

It never comes.

“SURPRISE!”

Kohaku opens his eyes to see… the bees? All wearing party hats? Grinning wildly? What the hell…

There’re banners and streamers strung up around Niki-han’s apartment, and a table spread with delicious snacks and food lies in the center of the living room. A large cake, light pink with a fondant bee on it, takes pride of place on the table. A popping noise (not a gunshot, not a gunshot) sounds behind him and he turns to see you, blowing a sparkly pink…party…popper at him. “Wh–huh?”

You stick your tongue out at him playfully. “Happy birthday, Kohaku.”

notes!

WC: 1k words

reze txt happy birthday kohaku! we love you, our sweet cotton candy bee! may you keep learning and growing and loving <3

additional notes: longest b’day fic i’ve ever written (so far). i don’t produce the bees but as a cospro lvr im obligated to care them. a lil bit. also yes the madara plushie IS kohakkun’s b’day gift from y/n :3 finally, a psa: when throwing ur incredibly sheltered baby assassin unitmate-slash-friend a surprise party pls be sure to remove any potential triggers from the surrounding area or i guarantee u WILL get knifed :( this has been ur bimonthly psa from ur friendly neighbourhood anzu lvr <3 salutes

[adamwatchesmovies]

Dave (1993)

Whenever someone mentions Ivan Reitman, it’s to talk about Ghostbusters and the subsequent sequels. Not to say anything bad about the classic supernatural comedy, but more people should be talking about Dave. This is a smart, thought-provoking political comedy that always makes the right choices.

Dave Kovic (Kevin Kline) runs a temporary employment agency and impersonates President Bill Mitchell (also played by Kline) as a side job. When the President has a stroke while in an uncompromising position, the Secret Service brings Dave as the President's double while the situation gets cleaned up. Unfortunately, it looks like the President might not wake from his coma. With Dave stuck in a role he never thought he would hold for more than an evening, White House Chief of Staff Bob Alexander (Frank Langella) sees this as an opportunity to push Dave around and get his own agendas passed.

Dave begins with a great premise. I’ve seen countless films where someone (usually a young woman) discovers that she’s the heir to some foreign crown, or that the person she’s fallen for is actually a royal. What do those scenarios have to do with this film? They’re all, ultimately, about an ordinary person who suddenly finds themselves in a position where they can run a country and enact real change. We’ve all thought about what it would be like if we were the boss. By chance, Dave Kovic gets the power to do it all.

The premise makes this picture sound like it’s going to be an obvious “Prince and the Pauper”-style comedy. The rube from the streets has to fake knowing who this politician is, how this sort of meeting is run, etc. That’s not it at all. While there are funny scenes, this is a pretty serious approach to the story. Dave wants to do good. He does the research required to play the part he’s been “hired” to play. The problem isn’t him, it’s everyone else. That uncompromising position the President was in? He was having sex with one of his staffers. He and his wife, Ellen (Sigourney Weaver), haven’t shared an intimate moment in years. All of their public appearances together were a facade and the people closest to Mitchell, particularly Bob Alexander, are rotten. This stroke might just be the best thing that ever happened to the White House.

The biggest surprise in Dave is the romance that develops between our hero and Ellen. Now I know what you’re thinking. This whole movie is essentially based on a deception. If she starts to fall for her “husband” once more, we’re diving into some creepy territory. The thing is, the movie knows this. Instead of a case of mistaken identity, it kind of becomes this tragic romance that’s also sweet. The idealistic Dave and his dreams of making the country a better place might have been the man Ellen fell in love with years ago. He’s suddenly “back” but of course, he isn’t back. This is a different person entirely and they can’t actually be together. Too bad. What if…? Nah. There’s no way that would work. But, what if it did? Kline and Weaver have such great chemistry. You keep watching, hoping the movie will figure out a way to make this work. Trust me. Just wait.

A film that should be completely predictable turns out to be full of surprises. The screenplay by Gary Ross is hopeful but also wary. It's wonderful and makes you think when you're not laughing or swooning. The performances are excellent. I already mentioned the chemistry between Kline and Weaver but it’s worth repeating that our leading man is fantastic. He has to play Dave, the President, Dave playing the president, and finally, Dave at the end of his journey when he’s filled with confidence and ready to make the changes he wants happen. As for Langella, he’s a great bad guy. I mean, he always plays a great villain but here, you hate him sooo much. You keep watching, hoping he will get his comeuppance - even if you don’t see how he could possibly get caught doing all the shady stuff he’s doing. Up until the very last second, I was watching this movie, waiting and wondering how it would get wrapped up. The conclusion? It turns out to be just about perfect. The only flaw I can find in this movie is that it covers some of the same ground as Mr. Smith Goes to Washington and that between the two, the older movie is the better one. When you’re being compared to one of the greatest political movies ever made, that's a compliment.

Dave is an unexpected delight. This is the kind of movie you watch and kick yourself after it’s over. “Why did it take me so long to learn about this one?”. (December 9, 2022)

[mercheswan]

❄️Steo Christmas Event - First Christmas Together ❄️

“Please tell me Santa Claus is not real” Stiles urged in a slightly panicked voice.

Deaton and Theo raised this eyebrows at him in confusion.

“Have lost your mind?” Theo asked.

“No Stiles. Santa Claus is not real” Deaton confirmed.

“Why would you even think that!” Theo questioned.

“That’s an elf.” Stiles said pointing at the table, were a little creature was expectantly looking at him. “And it’s Christmas. I thought maybe Santa Claus had been kidnapped”

Theo smirked, huffing a laugh. “And what? You thought we had to jump into his sleigh to give out the presents to the kids around the world pretending to be Santa Claus to save the Christmas spirit? Have you been watching too many Christmas movies?”

“Do you really see it as something completely implausible after everything we’ve been through?” Stiles crossed his arms on his chest. Theo tilted his head in agreement. “In any case what are you doing here?”

“I called him” Deaton interjected. “I’m afraid that for this… particular problem, the help of a supernatural creature, and his in particular, would be helpful, Stiles”

“I can take care of myself. And… I don’t even know if I’m agreeing to it. I only returned to Beacon Hills to spend the holidays with my Dad. I wasn’t planning on getting involved in any easy situation or having to fight against any creature.”

“But there’s no one else but us, Stiles” Theo smirked, showing that he wasn’t unhappy about that in the least.

“Theo is right. Scott, Liam, Malia… they are all spending their holidays away. I’m afraid that this mission requieres you to take care of it”

“This is the help you’re getting me? A atupid human who believes in Santa Claus and… I don’t even know what’s that, he doesn’t smell right” The Elf claimed pointing at Theo.

“A chimera” Theo smiled smugly.

“I need strategists, tricksters” The elf insisted.

Stiles and Theo exchanged a silent took. Their eyes met. Theo smirked devilishly. This was not what Stiles wanted. This could bring very bad memories to light. But Deaton wouldn’t have called them if it wasn’t important.

“Actually…” Stiles murmured. Theo winked at him. Stiles broke the eye contact with a resigned snort. “You came to the right place”

• 🎄•

“That was wild. I bet you would have preferred to be Santa for a night” Theo said getting out of Deaton’s clinic.

Stiles snorted. “Yeah, well, I’m glad we could help our little friend.”

“Can I say something without you getting mad?” Theo asked.

“I know that some parts of the Nogitsune are still in me. I do not want to acknowledge them, but, some of the tricksters way stayed, that’s why I came up with that plan” Stiles argued.

“That wasn’t what I was gonna say. But, in any case, you know I think that the Nogitsune was great. It was sexy” Theo smirked sexily. “Just that, I had fun. It was nice to work together”

Stiles had to admit that he thought the same. He was surprised about who well they connected and understood each other. “Yes, well, don’t get used to it” Stiles said with no malice in his voice, which the Chimera caught on. “Do you want me to drive you?”

Theo glared at the human. “Nah, your father is waiting for you. It’s Christmas after all”

“What are you going to do?” Stiles asked.

“J-Just watch a movie, I work tomorrow” Theo replied.

“You’re going to be alone?” Stiles dammed his kind heart. No one was supposed to be alone on Christmas, not even Theo. “Hop in”

“I truly don’t mind. It’s not like I celebrated Christmas with the Dread doctors” Theo claimed.

“I said hop in” Stiles repeated.

Theo smiled. “All right. Thank you.” 

Stiles smiled in return.

Their first Christmas together was a success. 

[monsterritory]

Jazz Anon here again, XD!

I completely understand that you couldn’t reply to it publicly. It was especially…spicy. Somewhat. XD!

I have another one, don’t worry!

Tommy’s a teenaged detective…. Well, he wants to be.

But he’s somewhat of a busybody who sticks his nose into crimes and solves them out of skill and a lot of sheer luck.

Well, this catches the attention of a very secretive and cruel murderer who has a rich double life.

So, now, we have a cat and mouse game. Who will win? Who will get locked away? Will feels get in the way? Will they make things worse for the more morally thoughtful one? Who knows….

Oh! Another thing. Tommy works at a restaurant chain as a waiter….The murderer owns the very lucrative chain.

Your turn. ;3

I see, I see. I like it. So there's a murderer and cooking involved, you say. 

You see, Jazz. During my vacation, I discovered for the very first time what Hannibal is. So... 

[Cracks fingers] 

“Hey detective boy. Caught any criminals lately?” Dream laughed at one of the waiters at his restaurant. 

“Oh, you know me. Working hard and hardly working.” Tommy laughed it off. 

He sometimes wondered if telling his boss about his hobby was a wrong move. But at the very least Dream was the only adult who took his desire to catch villains seriously. At least somewhat seriously. 

“I’m glad you found time to test my new dish in between your investigations.” Dream smiled, setting down his latest culinary invention. “I understand it wasn’t easy, with the recent disappearance of Wilbur Soot.” 

Tommy shrugged, staring at the metal dome over the plate. 

“He was always kinda clumsy and shady. I’m sure he just got drunk and ended up in some ditch again. I’ll find him in no time, and get myself another article to rub in his face.” 

“I’m sure you’ll find him.” Dream cheered, lifting the metal cover and showing Tommy a selection of freshly baked cupcakes. “He meant a lot to you… you two were close, weren’t you?” 

Tommy grabbed a cupcake, inspecting it with his eyes while his mind wandered away, digging up the memories of his friend. 

“Kind of? Wilbur is annoying, but in an older brother kinda way.” He waved his hand, sniffing the cupcake. It smelled salty. 

Dream blinked once, then twice, looking surprised at Tommy’s words. 

“A brother? Oh, I thought you were…” 

“What?” Tommy looked at him. 

Dream shook his head. 

“Sorry. It’s not my place to make assumptions about your relationships. I hope you don’t see it as more than a boss trying to show support for his worker’s life.”

Tommy grimaced, getting what Dream was thinking. 

“Yeah, no, Wilbur is like a brother to me. And I’m gonna tell him a lot of shit once I find him.” 

Tommy bit into the cupcake, giving it a thorough chew, then another. Then his eyes shot wide open. Out of pure politeness, he still forced himself to swallow what he bit. 

“Boss, no offense, but this stuff tastes like ass. What’s in it?” 

Dream laughed at the boy’s reaction, finding it adorable. 

“Just some smoked salmon. This idea came to me in a dream.” 

“Well, it didn’t work out so well in real life.” 

It’s no surprise Tommy felt so confident being so honest with his boss. Dream always told him he valued honesty first and foremost. 

“Really? I thought they were delicious.”

“Nah, if we serve this - we’ll never have another customer again.” 

“I see.” Dream shrugged, grabbing a cupcake for himself. “Then I suppose we can keep this dish between the two of us.” 

“Your embarrassment is safe with me.” Tommy nodded, setting the cupcake down. 

He sat in silence while Dream finished one of his own creations, then addressed the boy again. 

“Again, I apologize for making assumptions about your life. The only way I can justify my interest is by letting you know that if you ever want a day off to go on a date, just give me a word and you’ve got it, kid. I know how important romance is, especially at your age.” 

Tommy’s eyes sparkled with gratitude. He smiled at Dream. 

“You’re a cool boss, you know that?”

“Thank you, I try. So, should I give you a day off this weekend because a cupid has shot an arrow through your heart recently?” 

Tommy stared at the window in the room, looking dreamily at his own reflection in it. 

“Well, there’s this one person… I was going to see them this thursday. It’s gonna be good weather, and I know a good park nearby where I live.” 

Dream’s lips parted in a Cheshire’s cat grin. The little worm was telling him where to find the next salmon all so willingly. 

“What luck. You’re free from your shift this thursday, I’ve just decided. But come to my office next saturday, I think I’ll have a new dish ready by then. And you know the deal, it’s not going on the menu without my favourite waiter’s approval.” 

Tommy laughed at the statement, but thanked Dream profusely for the free day. 

“Sometimes I wonder how you ever came to run a restaurant. You have yet to invent a good dish, and I’ve tried your attempts for years.” 

No hard feelings were hit with that joke, and Tommy went on to complete the rest of his shift. 

Dream watched him leave his office. Then he grabbed the tray of cupcakes and tossed them into the trash can. 

“Guess he didn’t like you like that after all, Wilbur. Oh well. There’s always another mistake he can make, until the day he sees there’s only one perfect contestant for his heart.”

Dream licked his lips, tasting his latest victory. One of many that passed, one of many to come.

"Me."

~ ~ ~

Okay that went a little more romantic than I intended but I do envision Dream pulling a Hannibal and pushing Tommy deeper and deeper into darkness just to see if the boy will come out of it a new person, perfect in Dream's vision.

Or if he'll drown.

But without the stabbing in the end or whatever, I didn't actually watch Hannibal.

[pedigreecatfood]

Trap Tales vol. 1

Real trap shit. This is a real trap story, no cappernick.

One time in college, this dude took some acid and lost his shit. Bro got completely Butt ass naked and started walking through the dorm hallways talking to himself. The homies had just went to go smoke but for whatever reason I stayed back in my room. I’m hearing these weird ass sounds and I think I’m trippin. I look out the peep hole hella hard and in the corner of my eyes I see this naked dude walking all wonky through the halls. I’m like “bro what the fuck”, shit caught me by surprise like a mfr. The more I’m watching, the more I realize I know this dude. I had served him in the past 🤔. I’m thinking like shit, should I help him out and try to calm him down? But nah, he was making so much noise I figured somebody had to be alerted. Plus he was naked and I’m like nah, not tryna deal with all that. I just watched this dude as he bugged out all through the halls talking to himself. Then he went to the other side of the hall and eventually went down to the girls side of the dorm floor. I never saw what happened to him, but the next day, my friend Jenna said she saw him tryna talk to some chicks and he ran up and tried to hug a girl (still naked as fuck). Apparently the cops showed up and tased him to subdue him cuz bro wouldn’t relax. I’m pretty sure they kicked him outta school, because I don’t recall seeing him ever again after that. I feel bad sorta but also, that’s some expulsion worthy shit, so fuck it, ya know. Some people can’t handle their drugs. And dude’s friends kinda suck, cuz they left him out to dry like that. Like if my homies gonna get naked and go for a stroll, I’m gonna try and have him not get arrested and put on a list. I suppose there’s no moral to the story, other than that u gotta be smart. Some people’s minds just can’t handle hallucinogenic drugs. Some people are inclined to get naked when they’re turnt (I think this is a whit dude thing).

More trap tales to come. I got hella stories but I don’t wanna get RICO’d off of tumblr