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dinogoofymutated · 4 months ago

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*shoots this at you like a gun in the night* Colossus being a farm boy at the school's vegetable garden. He's working with overalls and no shirt. Reader brings him lemonade as an excuse to ogle

Colossus/Fem! Reader I'll be the first to admit the southern girl pining in this one is VERY obvious. UGH. Also, thic one is technically a part 2 to the previous Colossus hc but you don't have to read that one to understand this one! TWS: Not many. Lots of smooching, a little spicy there at the end. PDA. Jubilee embaresses you. Piotr is a little bit more forward in this one, but you'll find out why lol. return of the sundresses!

It's really hard not to stare at Piotr. Really, really hard.

I mean, with how well built he is it's hard not to stare in general, but when he wears certain shirts (or lackthereof) it makes it that much harder.

It makes you feel like a stereotypical well-behaved southern girl. Cooking or baking or washing dishes while pining for the handsome farm boy outside the window. Sure, His metal form is a sight to behold, but you've begin to appreciate the view of his bare skin, sweaty and straining from the work he does.

You used to be normal about it. To be honest, you were so busy with the students you didn't really notice when he would be working outside. But then they started to drag you outside with them, to play and see their cartwheels and look at the plants they've been working so hard to grow. You were really only out there for them, right? Getting to see Piotr was just a bonus. Sure.

But it was really hot outside lately, and you wanted to make sure everyone was hydrating. You sit outside on the patio or picnic tables with a pitcher of lemonade for anyone who would like any. It just so happened to be the one place with a perfect view of the garden and anyone in it, but surely, you'd never make any excuses just to sit and oogle, right?...Right?

It’s a hot day out today, and the students weren’t the only ones out enjoying the weather. The glass of the pitcher is cold against your hands as you pour another cup for one of the kiddos, smiling at their bright and happy thank you before they run off into the garden again.

Piotr is working hard in the garden for the umpteenth day in a row, simply wearing overalls, bare-chested underneath them. Every time he raises his arms, you get the perfect view of the muscles on his side, and it’s becoming a sight you were sure you could get addicted to. His arms, too. And chest, and side, and… any part of him laid bare, really.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” The voice startles you, and you almost yelp as you whip around to see Jubilee, popping her gum loudly as she gives you a knowing look.

“Nothing! Nothing. Just… enjoying the garden.” You say, shrugging your shoulders with a nervous smile. Jubes cocks an eyebrow at you as she sits down on the chair right next you you, leaning against the table with a mischievous smile.

“Are you ever gonna ask him out or what?” She chirps, and you smile bashfully, shaking your head at her. “Come on. It’s not like you two aren’t basically married already.”

“Just because kids call us Mom and Dad doesn’t mean we’re married.” You respond, waving at a kiddo as they pass by, on their way to excitedly show everyone the snail they found in the garden. You can see Jubilee smiling smugly, humming a disbelieving “sureeee” under her breath. You wave her off, rolling your eyes at her once again.

“Did you want something to drink or not?” You huff dramatically with a smile. You can see Jubilee think for a minute as you begin to pour her a cup, before an idea flashes through her mind, and her eyes light up mischievously.

“That's a great Idea! Why don't we call Piotr over too?” She says excitedly. Your head snaps up to look at her in a panic, distracted from the pour.

“No, nonono! Jubilee, do not-!”

“Hey big guy!” Jubes calls out, and you’re trying your hardest to resist dropping the glass pitcher to cover your face in embarrassment. Jubilee is smiling brightly as Piotr stands and looks over at the two of you, cocking his head as she waves him over. You swear you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. It was bad enough that Jubilee had caught you staring, but the last thing you wanted was for Piotr to see you all flustered. Damnit! Her cup is very near to overflowing when you catch yourself and put the pitcher down.

“Is there something you need?” Piotr asks once he’s close enough. Jubilee has the cheesiest smile on her face, opening her mouth to say something when you take the chance and cut her off before she says anything embarrassing.

“-We were wondering if you wanted anything to drink!” You say, perhaps a little too quickly. Piotr smiles at you in a way that makes your heart flutter, and you can't help but return it, face still flushed. He nods, and you hand him a glass, trying not to get distracted as you pour him a glass of lemonade. Jubilee has a smug look on her face as you do. Maybe you can blame your blush on the heat, right? And not on the fact that Piotr very clearly wasn't wearing a shirt under his overalls, showing off the build of a Greek god hiding underneath. You had a weakness for any of his low-cut shirts, including the ones that show off his sides- and these overalls framed him just perfectly.

You’re overly cautious when you finish the pour, setting the pitcher down carefully as you watch him gulp down the summertime refreshment. He thanks you politely once he is done, nodding at you as he places the cup back on the table. A young student comes up shortly after for her own cup, and Piotr has walked off by the time she is finished. You don’t mind, knowing he has work to do, but when you turn back around, there is a small flower waiting for you where you usually sit, and Jubilee is smiling from ear to ear.

“Girl, You’ve got it baaadd."

You knew that you needed to stop staring, especially knowing that Jubilee noticed it so easily, but I mean, at least Piotr hadn't caught you yet, right? And hopefully, he never will.

Although the two of you do spend a good bit of time together, much of it was cooking, or keeping up with students. You don't really have time to hang out besides that.

One specific day in the summer, the students were all on a field trip to the local aquarium. Sure, it was an educational trip, but everyone else knew that it was really to give most of the teachers a break. You originally had a few plans on what to do with your newfound freetime, including wearing a cute sundress that you would never risk wearing around the students- messes always around the corner with them. You had a book in had, prepared to read for most of the day, but when Piotr invites you to picnic with him out by the pond, you happily derailed your original plans to spend some time with him.

After you and Piotr had finished eating, you simply sat together, enjoying the quiet sounds of nature. You were feeding the ducks little bits of a leftover loaf, watching as they ate and swam contentedly.

“Why do you do that?” Piotr asks, eventually. You toss another small piece of bread to the edge of the water, watching as one of the ducks swims over to snag it. You hum curiously in response to him, leaning back on the picnic blanket.

“When you stare at me in the garden. Why do you get so embarrassed when I look back at you?” Your face erupts in flames at the question sitting up quickly to look at him better.

“I- I don’t stare!” You exclaim, and Piotr only cocks an eyebrow at you.

“Lying is not your strong suit, Любимая, and I am not blind.” He chuckles. You open your mouth, but can't seem to form any words, mortified knowing that he had seen you staring- multiple times! You look away from him and back at the lake, knowing that there is no hiding your blush. Piotr shifts his weight towards you.

“Okay, fine I… Maybe I do tend to… linger, when you are outside. It’s just…” Once again, you seem to be at a loss for words. You press your lips together, trying not to bite at them. When you look back up at Piotr, he's leaning closer toward you, looming over you with a soft smile that gives your heart a kickstart.

“I am listening,” Piotr reassures you after a long moment of your silence. Piotr’s smile is unwavering, soft, and affectionate. The heat from your cheeks seems to have migrated up to your brain, melting whatever had still remained in your skull. You’re looking at him as he awaits your answer, but you can’t find your words, too busy looking at his face. Your eyes drift from his pretty irises to his lips more times than you would like to admit, frozen on the spot. Piotr notices, and having always been an action-over-expression kind of man, he mercifully takes your moment of struggle to lift your chin in his large hand, and swiftly close the distance between you.

His kiss is sweet, and loving, and you have no clue how to process that. You’re wide-eyed, heart stuttering in your chest before you relax a little. Your eyes begin to drift closed when Piotr pulls away, a concerned look on his face as his thumb brushes across your lower lip.

“Is there something wrong?”

“No!” You’re quick to say, a hand quickly reaching up to catch hold of his wrist. You wince at yourself, the words coming out a bit louder than intended. “I just… didn’t think you felt that way about me.” You finish, swallowing nervously as your free hand bunches your skirt in a tight grip. Piotr gives you a confused look, cocking his head to the side.

“What do you mean? Are we not already “together” ?” He asks. The words are enough to have you slack-jawed in shock.

“Wait- what?” Piotr furrows his brow at your confusion, his other hand coming up to brush some hair out of your face. His hands are warm, and you try your best to resist leaning into the touch.

“We are a couple, yes? I was under the impression you wanted to take things slowly.” He smiles. You think back to every time he walked you to your room, or helped you in the kitchen, or brought you gifts, and wonder if you really had been missing all the signs to the point where you were clueless about your own romantic relationship with him.

“No, We’re not-” You stop yourself before you finish that sentence, knowing for a fact you don’t want him to get the wrong idea. ”I mean, not that I don’t want to be a couple! I just…” You don’t know how to finish that anymore, his hands fall into your lap, and you end up cringing at yourself as you hold your head in your hands. You take a deep breath to collect yourself. Piotr moves to where he is facing you from the front instead of the side, chuckling just slightly as he slowly moves your hands away so he can see your face.

“You don’t mind when I stare?” You ask, shyly looking up at him.

“I like it when you stare at me,” Piotr responds. Your breath catches for a moment as he leans in again, pressing his forehead against your own as he presses another chaste kiss to your lips. And then a second, and third.

“Yeah?” You whisper, breathlessly, and it makes him chuckle again.

“Yes. And I like it when you wear this dress.” His hands begin to wander up and down your clothed thighs, slowly bunching up the fabric as he leans you backward.

You wouldn’t mind making up for all the lost time. And hey, at least the two of you would be alone for a few more hours.

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antimony-medusa · 1 year ago

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Okay because I keep seeing these posts, I am just gonna cartwheel in here and say something.

It is not inappropriate to be attracted to real people.

Like, entirely setting aside the question of if you think a fantasy character block men is hot, if you are looking at the photos of a real streamer and you've got hearts in your eyes, I can't overemphasize how normal that is. You're good. Don't worry about it.

These people are funny, and they have good voices, and we watch them be entertaining for hours at a time. This is prime real estate for a little crush. And having a crush is fine, the question is about your behaviour once you have a crush.

I am seeing people thinking that having a crush on a streamer means they're dangerously parasocial, or somehow predatory, or abusive, and that ever breathing a word of it is basically sexual harassment. And like, no. Being attracted to real people is not weird. That's arguably less weird than being attracted to fictional characters. The only question is like, once you know that you want to smooch the real person, how do you then treat that person and the people around you?

Seeing a photo of a famous person and thinking "oh hell yeah I want to hold their hand": this is a celebrity crush. I am aroace and I've spent enough time in some people's streams that I start to go "oh man I wonder if they'd like if if we played D&D together" (medusa-flirting). This has happened to regular people looking at attractive famous people probably since someone in the cave man clan was a particularly good hunter and got praise for it. Thoughts in your head don't hurt people. This is fine.

Seeing clips of a famous person and having sexual thoughts about them: this is still a celebrity crush. Your average boring office worker does this with movie stars. Half the people on the bus are doing this with instagram influencers. Runnning a nice r-rated movie in your head is fine, and doesn't hurt anyone. Thoughts in your head still dont' hurt people. This is still fine.

Collecting photos of a famous person and going GOD they're hot to your friends where the famous person won't see it: still a celebrity crush. There is a standing joke in I don't know how many healthy relationships that your partner gets a certain amount of freebies where you could totally cheat if it's Idris Elba, because it's IDRIS ELBA, that's not cheating that's just sense. You can aknowlege someone's sexiness to your friends, and even joke about it, and you're not being predatory, and you're not being inappropriate. Desire is not a crime. People can publically talk about being attracted to a person, and as long as they're not making it that person's problem, they're fine. Having a "hot people" tag on your blog with careful photos gathered from someone's public instagram where they deliberately posted photos of themselves looking hot? I can't over emphasize how fine this is. If people don't want to see hot people on their dash I guess they can unfollow? But you're literally being totally appropriate still.

Getting a nice private group chat with friends who like to talk abouta famous person and talking about how you'd like to knock him up: Look, what else are group chats as adults for? Are you seeing a trend here? As long as you are keeping your attraction to yourself and not making it other people's problem, as long as you're not bothering the real person with it, as long as you aknowledge to yourself that this is never going to happen and this is just a fun fantasy, this is just like, how attraction works. See pretty person, talk about pretty person, have fun with the fictional imaginings you're having— as long as you're not forcing this imagining on someone else, making it their problem, trying to make it real, as long as you know the difference between fiction and real life, you're fine.

Going up to someone's chat and talking about their dick: This is where you cross the line.

Putting NSFW work in someone's fan art tag. Wearing a shirt with porn on it to a meet and greet. Untagging your fanfic so that people who want to read g-rated works about someone are confronted with e-rated works. Asking one of their friends about their relationship status and if they smell good. This is the bad stuff. Don't do THAT. Keep it away from the real person.

The problem is not the attraction, the problem is forcing the attraction on other people. Like, use your brain. There's a segment of attraction that you can put on main, and then there's a segment that you can put on main but you'd better be sure that the person you're talking about is not going to see it, and then there's a segment you should keep for the group chat, but that's just a very basic sliding scale of "how sexual am I being" correlated with "how private am I being about this". If you want to run a full on porn video in your head starring Wilbur Soot, you're not bothering other people with that, you're not being inappropriate. That becomes inappropriate if you are a) putting that in tags where people who don't want to see the porn video would see it b) talking to Wilbur Soot about it. Those are the boundaries. Wait also c) talking to Wilbur Soot's friends about it, don't do that either.

If the person you're attracted to is an adult famous person, like, people being attracted to them is just part of the landscape. I promise an adult celebrity is not sitting in their room being traumatized because people might be thinking about them romantically or sexually. Putting it up in their faces? Bad. Very bad. I hate it. Don't do it. But I see people freaking out about thoughts. Thoughts aren't real. They do not exist in the real world. You can do what you fuckin' want in your thoughts and you are not hurting people.

Like I know we don't want to be inappropriate with streamers, but that doesn't mean that any sexual or romantic thoughts about them are forbidden, or that mild "GOD he's cute" or picspams on main are hurting people, or that off in a closed group of fellow adult enthusiasts you can't be like "so I think streamer would be submissive if I was domming him" and everyone can be like "oh you'd dom him so well". As long as you're keeping it away from people who are bothered by it, you're fine.

Attraction to real people is normal and how attraction works. You're not hurting people if you think they're cute. You're not hurting people if you want to fuck them, either, as long as you're not making them interact with that desire. This is just a simple matter of keeping the higher-rated material away from the people involved.

Attraction to real people isn't inappropriate. You're fine.

#discourse #fandom meta

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jmliebert · 3 months ago

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bg3 on a beach (modern headcanons)

some little beach-day headcanons ˙ᵕ˙

𓇼 Astarion 𓇼

the one who brought sunscreen with SPF 50

and basically an entire beach bag of skincare essentials— lip balm, hand cream, hand sanitizer, hair comb (gold-plated), facial mist, perfumes….

….a chic umbrella that screams "I don't do tan lines" (you didn’t know umbrellas might be chic? wel, you’ve obviously never met astarion, you poor soul)

struts around in Dior or Armani swim trunks that probably cost more than everyone else’s entire beach wardrobe (taste, darling)

throws subtle shade at anyone who dares to get sand near his setup

𓇼 Gale 𓇼

sitting next to Astarion under the chick umbrella, reading a brick-tome that looks way too heavy for a beach day

loose, unbuttoned shirt flapping in the breeze, looking like he's ready to casually narrate the next chapter of his life

dips into the water only to cool off, then returns to his book (wears a wide brimmed hat while swimming because sunburns are for novices)

brings some fruits, maybe homemade snacks i(f he’s feeling particulary extra)

puts on sunglasses, claiming it’s for “eye protection,” but really so he can unashamedly observe everyone else (astarion observes everyone at the beach as well, but making no effort to hide it though)

𓇼 Halsin 𓇼

totally would have preferred to go to a nudist beach, but hey, what won’t he do for his party?

sunbathes directly under the scorching rays, basking in nature's warm embrace

gives off major retired surfer vibes—minus the board, plus a lot of wisdom about underwater ecosystems

spends most of the day diving, befriending the fish, and enthusiastically recounting his underwater adventures to Shadowheart

as the sun sets, he meditates, he’s body looking positively glorious as the golden light hits just right

𓇼 Wyll 𓇼

rolls in with a cooler full of chilled beer, instantly becoming everyone’s favorite person

the one who’s super into every beach sport there is

performs cartwheels and somersaults, showing off a little (endd up with a head full of sand)

borrows Halsin’s goggles and disappears for an hour or two, only to resurface with a story about an underwater adventure

comforts a crying child who lost their bucket, instantly becoming a hero of the beach

𓇼 Karlach 𓇼

alexa, play starships by nicki minaj

fearless of the sun—probably doesn’t even know what sunscreen is

the most grateful for Wyll's beer, probably cracking open a can before she even sets up her towel (if it's a bottle, she’ll open it with her teeth)

hypes everyone up for a beach volleyball match, whether they want to play or not

dominates the game with killer serves, yelling “BOOM!” every time she scores

𓇼 Shadowheart 𓇼

aka Wednesday Addams on vacation, complete with a black swimsuit and a hat so big it casts shade on half the beach

floats around on an floatie, giving off strong “don’t bother me” vibes

quietly builds a sandcastle that turns out to be an architectural masterpiece (It’s somehow both gothic and impressive)

doesn’t know how to swim but hasn’t admitted it to anyone. Instead, she’s perfected the art of looking mysterious while staying close to the shore

smiles at dogs playing in the distance

𓇼 Lae’zel 𓇼

laughs in the face of sunburn

side-eyes Astarion and Gale applying sunscreen, muttering something about “weakness” under her breath

joins Shadowheart for a few minutes of sandcastle building, then pretends she wasn’t enjoying it

hyper-competitive during beach volleyball, diving for every ball like it’s a life-or-death situation

inevitably gets sunburned, grudgingly wears Gale’s hat, and glares at anyone who dares to mention it

𓇼 Jaheira 𓇼

doesn't have time for this shit

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you can find more of my works about bg3 ♡here♡

the summer is ending, I feel it in my bones, so I just had to write this one hihi

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hannahssimblr · 19 days ago

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Jude: This is where you get all your clothes?

Jonas: Yes. Why would I get them for three, maybe four times the cost when I can get it here? And you see, it is more sustainable.

Jude: Some of these suits look... I mean, the collars.

Jonas: They could be useful if Elias chooses a 70s theme in the future.

Jude: [mutters] Ore if we want to catch the fucking wind and fly away.

Jonas: Do you like purple?

Jude: A purple suit.

Jonas: I can tell it is too jazzy for you. The colour is like an aubergine, instead of Barney und Seine Freunde, do you see? Okay, okay. We'll find something black.

...

Jonas: Hey! To me, it looks good.

Jude: I feel awkward. I hate suits.

Jonas: Every man needs to have at least one suit in his possession.

Jude: Not me.

Jonas: You have never owned one? Not even for events?

Jude: No. Why would I go somewhere that requires me to wear one of these? The range of movement in these jackets, man... I'm stifled.

Jonas: So you would like to do backflips and cartwheels in your suit.

Jude: [glowers]

Jonas: Don't you know that women love men who wear suits? Dalia says it's like when they were lingerie for us. Maybe a bikini or something.

Jude: Maybe so, but I'm pretty sure the ladies love what I wear already.

[they chuckle]

Jonas: So, have you told Gabija about the party?

Jude: I didn't know I could bring a guest.

Jonas: Dude! Of course. You can bring whoever you like. Elias doesn't care.

Jude: Okay, yeah. [hesitates] I'll think about it anyway.

Jonas: What is there to think so much about? You simply ask her. You could text her now.

Jude: Jonas...

Jonas: You can say: 'Hallo Gabija! I am inviting you to a party this Saturday at 9PM. It is a costume party, and the theme is Academy Awards, so you must find a dress to wear, and do something to your hair.'

Jude: Very direct.

Jonas: Well, sometimes the way you prefer to do things is indirect, which is... I don't understand.

Jude: Look, I'll think about texting her.

Jonas: Do you want her to come?

Jude: I dunno, really. I haven't decided.

Jonas: You don't like her anymore.

Jude: [scoffs] Jonas, what's with all these questions?

Jonas: I am simply trying to understand what's in your mind. You are not telling the truth to you. If you want her to come to the party, you will invite her, and if you don't, then I am curious about why.

Jude: Because she's annoying! She pisses me off!

Jonas: Well, you are correct. She is very annoying. I assumed you were seeing her for a reason other than her personality.

Jude: No. If you must know, nothing we do is especially... thrilling.

Jonas: Now you must tell her you don't wish to see her anymore.

Jude: Just like that, huh? You think I should text her now, right?

Jonas: 'Hallo Gabija! I need to tell you that you are always talking too much about yourself and interrupting people, and I cannot take it anymore. Also! It gets worse. You are super boring to have sex with. I don't want to see you anymore. Tschuss!'

Jude: [laughs] Tschuss. Look, I get your point. You think I should be honest, but I just don't want to hurt anyone.

Jonas: It's better if you tell her. Dragging it on for so long is cruel, and you are wasting time that you could be spending with someone else.

Jude: True.

Jonas: There are many interesting women around.

Jude: You talking about someone in particular?

Jonas: ...

Jude: I won't ask.

...

Jude: Hey, by the way, what's up with Astrid? Does she have a boyfriend, or?

Jonas: [laughs] Astrid, huh?

Jude: Yeah, Astrid. What of it?

Jonas: You're a brave man.

Jude: Why d'you say that?

Jonas: Because she is fucking scary.

Jude: [chuckles] C'mon. That's what Gabija said too. What's the big deal?

Jonas: She'll see you coming for her and bite your head off before you can speak.

Jude: Ooh, spooky. I can handle it.

Jonas: Whatever you say.

Jude: She's pretty, though, isn't she? I think she might fancy me.

Jonas: Yes, as sirens are 'pretty' before they rip you to pieces on the rocks.

Jude: You're convinced she'll kill me, obviously. I can see you're really committed to the murder and violent death theme.

Jonas: [sighs] Well, do as you wish, Jude. I suspect you have already made up your mind.

#lucky boy 2011 #jonas my love #he's just so cute i can't handle it #sims 4 storytelling #simblr story #simblr #sims story #show us your story

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ghosting-fox · 11 months ago

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okay so Sun Help Wanted 2 rambles below, so BEWARE SPOLERS!!!

WOAAAAAAAAAWOOOAAAAAWOOOOOOOOOO

okay now that i have that out of my system, let's start with the rambling!!!

obviously we all now know (and love) how sassy and petty Sun actually is around adults. but i've seen sooo many people portraying Sun as just An Asshole and just A Bully and so few have pointed out that actually no!!!! he's a DIVA!!! he's a DRAMA queen!!!! my dudes, he is a former THEATER ACTOR!!!!!! and so so many things, like his mannersim, the way he speaks ("Finally, art that makes you THINK!" , "The Daycare is no place for AMATEURS" , "Be creative on YOUR OWN TIME, WE ARE MAKING ART"), even his entrance (he literally CARTWHEELS into the scene, what a show-off) point to his theatrical origins and how much of a perfectionist he is. He's obviously frustrated whenever you're doing something wrong, throwing offhanded, petty comments at you because he is used to perfection!! for i don't know how long during his theater days he was playing the main character in every play, day after day after day, he's used to things going EXACTLY to plan, and obviously he has expectations from you since you are an adult. (and besides, you gotta give it to him: it must be frustrating and stressful going from working as an actor and being in the spotlight all the time and everything going according to plan to working as a daycare attendant with crying kids who always do mistakes and make a mess and don't draw inside the lines)

and i'm pretty sure that anyone who's more intensly part of any art field (doesn't matter if it's drawing, theater, sculpture, architecture, whatever) has met a few people and crits who behaved and had the same attitude (however less unhinged, ofc) like Sun: not downright bullying you, but being just overall petty and perfectionists.

i just feel that some people downplay Sun's personality by portraying him as just a simple Asshole, when actually the Help Wanted 2 minigame does an EXCELLENT job hinting to his theatrical origins and his really art-passionate, perfectionist, sassy personality

"but he's shredding the player's work!! he IS just a bully!!" my dude, you are playing as an adult who's doing a tutorial/maintenace test and is listed with some tasks. he's obviously not going to keep the "paint-by-numbers" drawing a staff member did for a maintenance test. and he even states that all the artworks done in the Pizzaplex are property of Fazbear Entertainment; so who knows, maybe there is a rule that everything done during maintenance test should be immediately destroyed. (and still, he can also just downright be petty and sassy and snappy towards adults) still a funny gig, lol

anyways i fucking love how much character Sun displays and i fucking love how much of a drama queen and diva he is, can't wait to see the rest of the game!!!

#help wanted 2 spoilers #help wanted 2 #fnaf sun #sundrop #rambles #spoilers #help wanted 2 theory #fnaf daycare attendant #Ghost rambles

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ieatstarsforaliving · 1 year ago

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The Set-Up for Chapter 4 (3)

Summary: Hazel is really bad at lying. Especially to you.

Pairing: Spider-Woman!Hazel Callahan x Classmate!Reader

Warnings: Mature language, use of (Y/N), mentions of violence and death, I don't know what else honestly it's like 2 AM

Word Count: 4244

Note: I know it's been a while, my bad- turns out this whole university thing actually needs my time and effort to pass or something idk. Anyways, this chapter is lowkey kind of boring cause it's the set-up for the fun upcoming action-filled bloody chapters so just bear with me. But since I was gone for a while this is extra long... at least for me. Next fic is chapter 2 of The Grief We're Given so enjoy the lighthearted fic for now... also am lazy so this is unedited LMAO so it might be bad idc - Bia <3

“(Y/N), I know this may come off as a shock, but I love you too much to hide it from you anymore. I’m actually… the Spider-Woman!”

PJ dramatically pulled off the red mask from her face, striking a pose, earning a laugh from Hazel.

The trio were putting away the equipment they used for the Fight club after all the other members had left the gym— and by that it meant Josie and Hazel were putting away equipments while PJ thought it was a fun idea to dig through Hazel’s backpack to pull out her Spider-Woman mask, put it on, and start doing cartwheels and other nonsense around the gym floor.

“Okay, why don’t you actually help us clean up, PJ,” Josie complained, folding up the floor mats, “Instead of blowing Hazel’s cover?”

“Fine,” PJ rolled her eyes before throwing the mask back to Hazel, who caught it reflexively just as it was about to hit her face. “But even if anyone saw me with the mask, it’s not like they would believe any of us losers could possibly be the amazing Spider-Woman.”

PJ threw a playful grin at Hazel who folded the mask and hid it in her backpack. PJ had been begging her to reveal her superhero identity for a while, saying that it would raise all of their social levels right to the top. Josie, in reverse, begged Hazel not to reveal her identity, especially given the risks involved.

“But what if you just told (Y/N)? Then, she’ll fall in love with you, then automatically she’ll hang out with us more, and by association she’ll bring Isabel and Brittany with her!” PJ argued, still unwilling to drop the topic.

“Yeah, and then the next villain that wants to kill Hazel will take the people she loves as hostage,” Josie warned. “In fact– I know we’ve been doing the self-defense club for a while and it’s been going pretty well so far, but Hazel has exposed herself way too much.”

PJ groaned, indicating her impatience with Josie’s cautious approach. “Okay what part of this is too much? All Hazel’s doing is lightly punching and kicking a bunch of girls.”

“Was it the backflip?” Hazel chimed in.

“Yes, it was the backflip!” Josie blurted. “And we can’t keep saying ‘there’s all sorts of people who teach you stuff in juvie’ as an excuse anymore.”

“But the club is working!” PJ insisted, flailing her arms towards the gym. “Girls are actually acknowledging us in the hallways, I’ve gotten 3 high fives just this afternoon, and girls– the hot ones know our names. And also Female solidarity and whatever. The club is working!”

“I know. I feel like if we keep it up, you guys might actually be able to take down some crime in the area.”

“No, if we keep it up we can put our fingers inside of each other, grow up, Hazel.”

Josie crossed her arms. “Whatever. It’s your call.”

“I do feel like people are liking more than just the hitting and the tackling part of the club.”

The club had moved onto catfights on the gym floor, and it was no secret to Hazel that she always looked forward to these training sessions, particularly when it came to her interactions with you. All the punching, kicking, and rolling around the floor was more than what Hazel believed she deserved, but she couldn’t help but crave a deeper connection with you. And the weekly lunch meetings to make the ‘women murdered in history’ project weren’t exactly enough to get to know each other.

PJ shrugged. “Yeah, I know, we’re empowering them. Duh.”

“No, I mean, seriously, to have a safe space like this, it means a lot to people, and I think if we took some time to spend a meeting and actually get to know these girls, like, it would be really important instead of just…” Hazel pictured the time you were on top of her, pinning her down with your feeble strength, bodies pressed close– so close– as you grappled each other on the floor, listening to the chants and cheers of the girls circling around. Her voice trailed off. “...sweating on them.”

PJ and Josie paused, then looked at each other with an incredulous smile.

“Hazel, that is… genuinely a brilliant idea.”

“I love talking about my trauma.”

Hazel squinted. “That’s not really–”

“-I literally jack off after every single therapy session. It just makes girls weirdly horny.”

Josie shook her head. “Don’t say ‘girls’. It’s just you.”

“Okay!” Hazel interrupted, fearing someone walking in midst of the conversation that turned weird thanks to PJ, as always. “I’ll just email the group about our next meeting.”

You walked into the gym with an excited grin. Fight club was the one thing you looked forward to in school nowadays— it was the only place you felt truly safe and comfortable, with only girl members (minus Mr. G, but he was an ally) who cheered you on with every weak punch that you threw.

Hazel noticed you walking in and waved to you, and you noticed that the format of the club had changed today. Everyone was sitting in a circle, like one of those sharing sessions in kindergarten times. You joined the circle in between Krystal and Hazel, who grinned like an idiot when you sat beside her.

“What’s going on?” You whispered to her, but Josie answered your question.

“So, we know that this club has been a place where we can feel empowered physically, but we also thought it could be a safe space and a place where we can open up and talk about our feelings.”

You nodded along as the girls began to talk about themselves— Sylvie with her stepdad, Stella with her stalker, and Brittany with her jewelry business— and you realized that although you had been fighting each other for a while, you never knew that much about the girls. You listened tentatively to each of their stories, but to your honesty, you were quite distracted by your project partner, who kept opening her mouth, then closed them continuously. She seemed to be contemplating whether or not to open up. Your curiosity piqued, and when your eyes met with her’s, you encouraged her with a supportive look.

Hazel smiled at your aid. She didn’t really know how to talk about the biggest secret that she held about her superpower, but your expression was so supporting– too supporting, that she found herself speaking out.

“Well, ever since…” Hazel began, her mind racing to find the right words.

I’ve been bitten by a radioactive spider,

“...My parent’s divorce,”

I’ve been doing this, like, superhero stuff after school. I don’t even know if I’m doing this right, you know?

“My mom’s been doing this, like, mid-life crisis. I don’t know how that’s sitting with me, you know?”

And it’s just me swinging through buildings and beating criminals up and handing them over to the police who hate me because I’m a faceless vigilante but the entire neighborhood depends on me because some of these criminals are genuinely insane. I’ve broken bones, I’ve fallen through roofs, I got impaled once, that was fun— and it just feels so incredibly amazing but so burdening, all the same time.

“And it's been really really dark.”

She took a glance at you, who was nodding through her words, returning her gaze with tender understanding.

“This has just been really meaningful to me to, like, get to know some new people-”

(Y/N).

“-Who actually wants to, like, get to know me.”

You felt a surge of empathy for Hazel. You could hear the vulnerability shining through her words— it must have been hard to find good friends after experiencing such hardship. You couldn’t help but come to admire her even more.

You raised your hand. “And I just wanted to say that I think it’s very hard to find a good and safe community in school for girls, and I’m really grateful to Hazel for founding this club,” You gushed. “It's really brave of you— and your friends— to take your past and turn it into something so amazing for us. So, thank you.”

Hazel grinned like an idiot, fidgeting with her hair as her face burned up.

“Get a room, you two,” PJ intervened with a smirk. “But seriously, I just want to circle back to what Brittany was saying–”

“-I would like to go next, if that’s okay.” Josie raised her hand.

PJ was obviously discontented, but Josie started anyway.

“I don’t really like talking about juvie and everything that happened over the summer, um, you know, we get a lot of props or whatever cause people think it's so badass, But, really wasn’t. I mean, unless you consider getting hazed horrifically every single night, like, badass. I mean, obviously, you know, we had to survive the tributes, and you know, I did have to, like, fight people basically every single night. People were betting on us and we were given shivs and rusty pocket knives and splintered wood and, um, pipes as well.”

Hazel furrowed her eyebrows. No one’s going to believe this, She thought, turning to look at Isabel—

–Who had the most distressed look on her face?

Oh, Hazel blinked, shocked that Josie’s improvised monologue is working. There were almost tears glistening in Isabel’s eyes. She assumed Isabel to be the only one, then she turned to look at you— and your hand was on your mouth, eyes filled with woe.

“And we had to just like, fight people, sometimes to the death,” Josie added.

Hazel frowned. This wasn’t good.

Josie continued.

“And I still hear their screams at night and that guilt probably will, like, always shackle me forever. And sometimes people still try to attack us in the streets for revenge, or try to blackmail us into doing bad things with them, but I realize now, I don’t have to be that person anymore. We don’t have to be like that anymore. We don’t have to just let things happen to us. Because of you guys. And I am just really grateful for what the club has become and… just especially, you know, from where we started and, uh…”

Hazel’s eyes were leaping out of her face as she gestured to Josie to tone it down. She frantically shook her head, indicating that Josie’s speech had much more effect than she thought it would.

“Yeah, sorry,” Josie caught on, ending her facade quickly. “I feel like I kinda killed the vibe. I’ve never really, I guess, said that to anyone before, sorry.”

There was a silence that Hazel felt the need to break. This was bad– she knew Josie liked talking about her trauma, but she didn't expect Josie to make up the most devastating, hunger-games type of trauma in front of you.

“But juvie also wasn’t that bad,” Hazel blurted. “I mean it’s probably way less scary than adult prison, and it really builds character–”

You turned to look at Hazel who was rambling about the positive effects of juvie. Your heart broke at the sight of panic on her face– how harsh were the conditions of juvie that Hazel felt the need to protect her trauma?

Josie cut in. “Yeah, okay, people wanna wrap up maybe or…”

“I’m going through a divorce.”

Everyone turned to Mr. G.

“Whoo! That shit felt good to say.” Mr. G beamed, his leg stretched out as a free spirit. “Whoo, I tell y’all. Men… men need therapy.”

Josie stood up. “Yeah… I think that’s a good place to maybe wrap up.”

“What was that?” Hazel asked.

Josie shrugged, putting on her jacket. “I don’t… I don’t really–”

“-I mean, you were just bullshitting from A to Z with no breaks in between. I didn’t know you were such an actress, Josie.” PJ laughed, playfully shoving Josie’s shoulder. “You should think about that, for your future career.”

Hazel did not laugh. “Josie, you were the one who told me not to be ‘too much.’”

“I don’t think it was too much. I think it was the exact amount of oomph we needed as a group.” PJ grabbed her shoes from the floor. “It made us look vulnerable but also tough.”

“I don’t think (Y/N) was thinking that.”

“Okay, How do you know what (Y/N) was thinking?”

“I don’t, but I could see her–”

“-Maybe she’ll tell you herself,” PJ said, pointing behind Hazel.

Hazel spun around to see you walking towards her. She immediately straightened herself, touching up her hair as you waved to her.

“Hazel.”

Hazel gulped in response.

“So, I was wondering if you wanted to finish the project today?” You asked, giving a shrug. “If you’re not busy. I know you’re always kind of busy and that’s why we just always did our project during lunch, but–”

“-I’m not busy!” Hazel exclaimed, before mentally slapping herself for being too eager. “I mean, today sounds good. Today is perfect.”

“Okay!” It was your turn to be eager, giving a nod before pointing to the girls locker room. “I’ll just get my bag, and I’ll be right back.”

As you slipped into the locker room, PJ and Josie slid towards Hazel with a curious look.

“It didn’t look like she was angry,” PJ commented with a grin. “So, in conclusion, today was a huge success. Do you guys want to get chicken on a stick to celebrate?”

“I… I think I’m hanging out with (Y/N).” Hazel gaped, as if she couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. She was going to hang out with you. Today. Outside of school.

“Right now?”

“Right now!” Hazel gasped. “Oh my god, I don’t know why I said yes, I have to go and patrol the neighborhood–”

“-Ugh, Hazel!” PJ groaned, grabbing Hazel by the shoulders. “That’s literally all you do. You go to school, you come to the fight club, then you patrol the neighborhood. That’s all you do.”

“But—” Hazel sputtered. “-Crime–”

“-Hazel, Crime has been pretty low recently. The world isn’t going to burn down just because you miss patrol for a single day,” PJ countered, as if speaking to a child. “Do you trust me? It’s all about faith. That’s all it is. Leap of faith, Hazel. Leap of faith. Trust me when I say the police can deal with all the petty crimes. Go and enjoy yourself, finish your project, and remember to use protection.”

Hazel’s cheeks grew hot as she opened her mouth to counter PJ— just as you approached the trio with your bag.

“Hey, Hazel. Ready to go?”

Hazel buffered, her mind still on the sexual innuendo. She couldn’t help but think about certain activities when you stood there with your signature smile, earning a cackle from PJ.

“Sorry, we were just talking about juvie trauma and shit. She’s all yours.” PJ earnestly pushed Hazel towards you. “See you guys tomorrow!”

PJ skipped out of the gym, followed by Josie who gave Hazel a thumbs-up. Hazel responded to Josie with a nod. PJ was right– it was just for a day. Just one day off to hang out with you– which was the dream– and tomorrow, she would patrol twice as hard to make it up.

“Sorry, I just was thinking about-” Hazel faltered. “-things.”

“Things?”

Hazel felt the room get hotter. “It’s fine. Not really important.”

“Alright. So, where do you want to go?” You asked.

“Uh…”

Hazel thought about what PJ had said.

Leap of faith, was it?

And she took the leap.

“Do you want to come over to my place?”

By 8PM, the two of you found yourself in Hazel’s room, caught in a fit of laughter. Pizza and snacks were strewn across her bed, and music played out from her laptop as you wrapped up the project— a lego diorama with a bunch of famous murdered women. It was quite inappropriate but also incredibly creative, and the ridiculousness of it all had you two in stitches.

“I bet you 5 dollars that Mr. G doesn’t even have an actual degree,” You joked, adding a lego version of Casey Becker to the diorama. “He just showed up one day, and Principal Meyers desperately needed more teachers.”

“And ever since the club, he’s just been handing out As to every single girl,” Hazel laughed, causing you to fall into a fit of giggles as well. She lived for your laughter, thanking PJ and Josie in her head for convincing her to skip patrol for the day.

“Okay, I think we’re almost done. Just have to add the blood.” You grabbed the bottle of red paint and dropped some on your fingertip, then dabbed it around the lego characters’ bodies to create the ‘murder’ effect.

In the process, you somehow managed to smudge some on your cheek, which didn’t go unnoticed by Hazel who had made a habit of staring at you all the time.

“Oh, you got some on your…” Hazel tried, pointing to your face.

You blinked, eyes focusing on her face as you registered her words. You chuckled in embarrassment, trying to find the paint on your cheeks and obviously failing.

“Can I…?” Hazel breathed, and you tilted your head, allowing her to wipe away the streak of paint with her thumb. Her fingers moved delicately across your cheek, her eyes locked onto your’s. You could feel the warmth of her hand on your skin, and you melted against it. Hazel’s touch lingered on your cheek for a moment longer than necessary, and Hazel realized only after she had savored the view for a while.

She pulled away, breaking your gaze with a sheepish smile. Your cheeks were tinted with a soft blush, and you muttered a word of thanks before finishing off the project with distractingly loud heartbeats.

The two of you stared at the finalized diorama in proud silence, taking in the project in its glory. It was messy and odd, but it was still illustrious.

“Well, I guess we’re finished!” You clapped your hands to commemorate the ending of you and Hazel’s homework.

“It’s been fun working with you,” Hazel replied, a little disappointed that this was the end of the project. What excuse did she have to hang out with you now?

You cocked your head. “Oh, don’t act like this is the last time we’re ever going to hang out together.”

“Really?”

“Of course!” You grinned. “With Mr. G’s class, lunch, and the self-defense club, I’m going to be with you all the time. You might even get sick of me at some point.”

I’m not sure that’s possible, Hazel thought to herself, really pleased that she had secured friendship with you.

“Speaking of the self-defense club, I’m really glad that you invited me,” You continued, wiping your red hands with a nearby paper towel. “I was being honest during the sharing circle. I’m really grateful for you.”

Hazel softened at your words.

“And I hope your mom gets better with her mid-life crisis,” You added.

“Thank you.” Although you had complimented her, Hazel couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty about the sharing circle. She was lying to you– continuously. Was that a good base for a relationship? Not that you two had a relationship. Not that she didn’t want one. “Listen– what Josie said about juvie today, I think I have to clarify some things.”

You shook your head. You had purposefully left out that subject not to trigger her– and you didn’t want to make it feel like she owed you her history. “Oh, Hazel, you don’t need to explain anything to me. I get that it’s a hard subject to talk about, and I just want you to know that I’m here if you need anything.”

Hazel hesitated. She supposed if you didn’t really want to hear the explanation, she could keep her secret—

“-I mean what you went through was brutal and inhumane,” You continued.

Hazel’s guilt suffocated her.

“But you endured through it. You’re so brave. And so strong and just… honest. Like I can tell that everything that you do is genuine. You make me feel like I can be strong too—”

“-Okay, I need to tell you something,” Hazel interrupted. She couldn’t handle it anymore— but she knew she couldn’t tell you the whole truth. She took a deep breath before continuing. “There are some things happening in my life right now that I can’t really… talk about. But I want to. But I can’t. It’s for your safety and I shouldn’t even be mentioning that but… you really matter to me.”

Oh my god, I can’t believe I said that.

Hazel swallowed hard and gazed at you for a reaction.

“I do?” You peered back at Hazel’s reddened face. She nodded in response and it was your turn to be flustered, not knowing what to say.

“And I… I want to be honest with you,” Hazel pressed on. “I can’t tell you the whole truth. But I—”

“-Dispatch, we have a 10-90 in progress at the bank downtown. Requesting immediate backup and EMT support.”

Shit.

Shit shit shit.

Hazel quickly grabbed her laptop, which she had rigged to eavesdrop on police communications. She forgot that it automatically turned on after school. Why did it have to be now, of all fucking times?

“Was that the police?” You asked, confused.

Hazel shook her head frantically. “No, I just– it’s just another, uhm, project that I’m working on, it’s fine–”

“-Copy that. Units en route. Proceed with caution.”

“We have eyes on the suspects, attempting to establish a perimeter.”

“10-4, be advised, we’ve informed EMTs, and SWAT is en route. Keep us updated.”

Hazel hastily began typing, searching up the latest updates on the current news of the town. She managed to find the location of the bank robbery— which had everything Hazel feared for. Armed robbers, high-tech weaponry, and injured police officers.

“Fuck, I knew I shouldn’t have skipped today,” Hazel muttered under her breath.

You paused. “Skip what?”

“I—” Hazel swallowed, inner conflict evident as she spoke. “-I think I have to go.”

“Go?” You paused. “Hazel, what is going on?”

Hazel didn’t answer. Instead, she stood up and grabbed her phone and her backpack, briskly heading towards the door. But you were faster, quickly running and positioning yourself in the path to block her way.

“I think I know what’s going on,” you claimed, your voice low and heavy.

Hazel froze. Oh no. You knew. You knew? How did you know? Had she been so obvious? Was it the back flip?

“(Y/N), I can explain–”

“-This is related to juvie, isn’t it?”

Hazel blinked.

“What?”

She stared at you, who looked incredibly serious, with lips pursed tight in worry. Hazel shook her head frantically. She wanted to kick PJ for even coming up with that excuse– now it was getting all tangled up with you and her hero work.

“No! It has nothing to do with juvie,” Hazel assured, trying to get past you.

“You don’t have to lie to me, Hazel.”

Hazel furrowed her eyebrows.

I kind of do.

You understood her expression as guilt. “And obviously I don’t understand fully what’s going on but if what Josie said was true and some things are happening with the people you messed with from juvie, then, I want to help you.”

You stepped closer and took her hand, holding it tight with genuinity.

“Hazel, I care about you.”

Hazel released her breath.

If you had said that in any other context, Hazel would have kissed you right there and then. Your hands felt so warm, so gentle– a bit shaky, as if you were afraid of what she would do if you let go. And your unwavering eyes– upset eyes that made it seem like her worries belonged to you too— And it took everything in Hazel to swallow back her words, gently guiding you to her bed and sitting you down.

For a moment, you thought she would stay.

But Hazel pulled away from you..

“I’ll be back soon, okay? Just please, stay here, and I’ll be back,” Hazel whispered. “I promise.”

And after a regretful look, she was gone.

“Hazel—” You called after her. “Hazel!”

Your mind began to race– where was she going? All you remembered from the police transmissions was something about the bank and the SWAT team. You reached for your phone, searching up the local news. It wasn’t hard to find articles related to the current conflict—

Masked Robbers Employ High-Tech Arsenal in Bank Heist, Defying Police Response

Bank Heist Nightmare Unfolds; Thieves Utilize Cutting-Edge Tech

Bank Robbery in Progress: Impossible to Arrest, Police Say

Police Overwhelmed in Ongoing Standoff at 1st Street National Trust Bank

This was bad. Bank robbery? High-Tech Arsenal? It sounded dangerous– more than whatever Hazel could handle, no matter how strong she was during the self-defense club. What was she going to do with these criminals? Did she owe them something? She was always writing stuff in her notebook— did it have anything to do with this?

You ignored the questions stemming from your fear– you didn’t have time to think. Hazel was out there— and she was very clearly heading to an angry, dangerous scene.

But Hazel was just a girl.

And you had to protect her.

You had to save Hazel Callahan.

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howdoesagrapewrites · 1 year ago

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Poly pav and tari with a Deadpool reader I think it would be just pav and reader having forth wall breaks and tari just standing there confused asf

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙥𝙤𝙤𝙡

Cw: killing, reader is a mercenary, sex jokes yet no actual smut, joke about cheating, fourth wall breaks

Notes: Omg I received a Deadpool!reader request, this feels like a rite of passage in the ATSV fandom

>You're a mercenary from Mumbattan, known as Deadpool, and because of certain... Events, you gained a regenerative healing factor, and other added perks. This combined with training, turned into the greatest assassin the world has ever seen! Maybe not the world, but you haven't anyone that can be a proper match for you yet!

>It was another work day, killing some random people, getting dough, your usual

>Then you got your next assignment handed to you

>"FUCKING SPIDER-MAN?!"

>"You can't handle it?" The sketchy guy giving you instructions frowned in annoyance

>"I mean, I'll try, but you better find a way to compensate for the emotional damage too, bro's a sweetheart, I saw him rescue a kitten from a tree the other day!"

>"Oh my god, you're a pain in the ass, can you kill him for" he threw you a sack full of stacks of money "that much? I'll throw an extra stack in there if you shut the fuck up"

>You flashed a smile so bright you could've sworn showed over your mask, "For that money? Anything! Want me to suck your-"

>"You ain't getting that extra stack"

>You stood in the rooftop where your target would be, when he was on patrol, he always stops in this spot for a while

>"This issue has like six pages left- I'm not winning this, am I?"

>Your dashing hero (victim) showed up as usual, he landed and noticed the presence of another masked individual, he asked you to state your intentions

>"Hiiiiii~! Big fan, you'd mind signing this?" Spider-Man looked confused when you handed him a... Photocard? Of himself and a glittery pink pen, but he didn't protest, and awkwardly thanked you

>You excitedly giggled and then saved it in your pocket

>"I'm really sorry, but I'm here to kill you, nothing personal" you took out your katanas and started the chase

>"You're officially the worst fan I've had!" Spider-Man yelled, slightly offended as he swinged away from you

>"I said it was nothing personal!" Even with your mask on, your pouting was audible in your voice

>Your katanas weren't able to slice through the webs as easily, they were sticky and slowing you down, you took out your pistols, but you shooted at the webs, not at him, maybe because you wanted the pleasure of seeing him die, maybe because you craved a good fight, maybe because you wanted to you around with this little spider a little longer

>But to make a long story short, you lost, he had you tied up with his webs and was probably going to call the police

>"Never been the shibari type, but this is kinda-"

>"Who sent you out for me?" Spider-Man asked, completely ignoring your flirty remarks

>"Uh, let me think about it- it was this guy called... King something? They sent a goon, and those guys don't usually do small talk"

>"I'm turning you in if you don't give me names" he seemed intimating to the average person, but you suffer from goofy hoe disorder, and can't take anything seriously

>"I don't remember, and you'll turn me in either way, right? Because you don't kill?"

>"I'm a hero" he states proudly

>"Well, I'm an anti-hero, and I kill all the time, it's no big deal, really, like now. I was killing time so I could run, I sliced your webs minutes ago" You quickly stood up, did a cartwheel and threw yourself off the ledge

>Spider-man ran, but he was unable to catch you, not knowing where you fell

>"In case you want to know, this is plot convenience at its finest! I was definitely going to jail" you explain

>After that, you started hanging out (in his words, harassing) your friendly neighborhood spiderman more often, not with the intention of killing him, but just be around him

>He tried to turn you in multiple times, which made you suspect he was not thrilled with your presence, but friendship takes time

>During this time period, you also bumped into a really pretty girl in the street, you both crashed and accidentally switched phones, you realized it as soon as she apologized and left, maybe a bit sooner...

>But you decided not to go after her, she looks cute and you should shoot your shot

>When you two met up to switch your phones (the right way this time) you made sure to be extra charismatic, she found you amusing

>"I'll see you around, already got your number after all" then you tried your best to look cool while you walked away

>And of course you always told your friend about your everything! On the night, so it was practically a sleep-over with your bestie!

>"So I met this girl~"

>"Does she know you... Terminate people as a job?"

>"Not yet, all she knows is that I'm a lady-killer" you grinned and did finger guns "She has a boyfriend, I'd still hit it though"

>"Oh. My. God can't you spend 5 minutes without saying something morally wrong?! This had been our best conversation yet!"

>"But you've never felt that way, Spidey? That you thought all your heart was poured into one person and then you found out you had sooooo much more to give?" You cocked your head to Spider-Man

>"Is it bad to?" His voice was vulnerable, something strange, you've heard his range from mad, to excited to annoyed, but never like this

>"I don't think so, but again, I'm just your friendly neighborhood Deadpool, maybe I'm too impious to advice you" you put the back of your palm on your forehead, feigning distress. "See, I'm getting close! We're* getting close!" You whisper to the audience

>He ignored your comment, "There's nothing friendly about you" he remarked

>"I'm friendly to you" he looked away and waved goodbye as he swinged to continue patrolling

>I think the first one to make a move on you would be Pavitr, taking advantage of your pulled up mask, you were teasing him and he kissed you out of what could only be described as passionate annoyance, after you continued joking and messing with him.

>You responded very well, throwing your arms in his shoulders to deepen the kiss, but you were stopped as he broke the kiss very quick

>He became really, really awkward after that, and stopped meeting you in the rooftop.

>"I should've killed him the first day, right? You're probably either feeling sad or thinking I'm an idiot, well, I'm not the one sitting glued to their phone stuck in the lamest earth... Sorry, that was out of frustration"

>Kind of "out of your POV" I think Gayatri and Pavitr's relationship would be really troubled, with Pavitr confessing to kissing someone else, and Gayatri admitting she had been harbouring feelings for another person as well

>They both agreed that this new found attraction had not diluted their feelings for each other at all, but they also agreed that (at risk of being hypocritical) it was painful to know your partner had found that spark in someone you had never even met

>Pavitr never told you he was dating someone, he didn't trust you for a long time, since, y'know, you tried to kill him. Do he didn't want to give you a new target

>And when he started to trust you, he didn't want your flirting to go away or become less serious, was it ever serious? Did you actually saw a future in dating someone whose name you don't know?

>You kept looking for Spider-Man for at least a month, for some reason, you cared* you actually cared, even knowing none of this actually matters, because you're fictional and your life bends at the whim of whoever's holding a pencil, you wanted him, like you wanted Gayatri.

>Unlike Pavitr, you never used a fake voice or gave a fuck about a secret identity, you just let him call you Deadpool because it sound cute in his voice

>So when Gayatri introduced you both, it was very evident in Pavitr's face that he knew exactly who you were

>You toyed with him a little though, as payback for ghosting you

>"What do you do for work? Are you some kind of athlete or dancer? You sure look like you run a lot", "Don't mind me, I'm just scared of spiders, they leave and suddenly appear where you least expect them", "Sorry, the dinner would be on me, but you see, I had this gig, it just one job and I blew it for a guy, yes, sad indeed. The worst thing is that I blew my opportunity, when I wanted to blow something else~"

>Gayatri's used to your shameless nature, but Pavitr was stiff and uncomfortable, to which she asked you to stop, thinking you were ignoring his boundaries

>"It's okay... We joke like that" Pavitr managed to blurt out to avoid further misunderstandings

>"You... Know eachother?" Gayatri asked, very confused

>"You could say we met a work"

>"Wait- don't tell me this is..."

>Yeah, it was a funny conversation to have

>Even though cheesy stuff wasn't your forte, you did clarify that your feeling and the things you said were real, as Bd that you'd love if you had the opportunity to date them

>"Now, this is what I call a very happy ending, but I'm sure you want to see more of me, right? I'm way more fun that the other Y/Ns"

>"Who are you talking to?" Gayatri asked

>"Yeah, been meaning to ask you that too" Pavitr added

>"I'm- you won't understand, but they're the people that made this possible" you said, hoping they would stop the questions

>"So they're like god?" Pavitr looked perplex

>"Absolutely not."

#atsv x reader #atsv pavitr #pavitr x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr x gayatri #gayatri x reader #spiderverse pavitr #gayatri singh #gayatri singh x reader #atsv deadpool reader #grapeverse

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cerastes · 8 months ago

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You enjoy Tekken a lot, is there any reason you don't stream your Ranked games? Asking out of genuine curiosity.

The first half of the answer is that I play Ranked in short bursts. I'll do 3-5 opponents (rematch or not) and then hit Practice Mode or do something else. I don't really do these long Ranked grind sessions. I think they are detrimental to me. It's how I enjoy the game. I can go for hours if I'm playing a friend, but for Ranked, I enter a different head space, and I really don't feel like entertaining a crowd (chat) or interacting with others while I'm playing Ranked because I play seriously there. I like focusing and playing my heart out without feeling the need or want to talk to anyone at all.

Which leads to the other half of the answer: Competitive/Ranked Fighting Game Dreamer.

If you've been to my streams and if I may say so myself, I can laugh at myself just fine. I don't take being blasted by chat bad, in fact, I go along with it. I died to gravity in Soulsborne after first try beating a notoriously difficult boss? Yeah, that's funny. I hype up a cool trick I wanna do and then fuck it up? Yeah, mockery is the natural result. I'm a good sport about these things, and like to use them as springboards for either an immediate laugh or for the next bit. I'm like that with all games and activities in general.

Except fighting games if I'm at the arcade or in a competitive/ranked setting.

Ranked Dreamer has something to prove, basically, because Ranked Dreamer enjoys and respects competitive/ranked gaming, and the thrill and learning that comes with it. Ranked Dreamer is not really about what I previously mentioned. It's not that I go Mr. Hyde or anything and rage; I have a lot of fun and I'm in a good mood the vast majority of the time! But Ranked Dreamer is raised-in-the-arcade-scene Dreamer, that expects people that cast any sort of judgement to know what they are talking about or shut the hell up, and the vast majority of my usual chat doesn't play or watch fighting games. I did a bit of Ranked on stream after my sets with LC when we played, and when I was downloading an opponent (and thus, getting hit a lot) after beating them and rematching, someone said something to the effect of "well now he's getting his ass kicked wwwwwww", which made me immediately want to say "don't you know anything, you reprobate, shut up", which... Is no way to treat anyone! In the moment, it's a natural thing to say, because that's just how it is when people that take something seriously (not even in a pro way, just seriously) will want to say to someone that's obviously a tourist that doesn't know anything about the scene if they start having opinions... But you think about it rationally after the fact, and it's like... No, dude, even then, don't mistreat people, lmao.

So basically, I don't want to mistreat people in the heat of the moment and regret insulting someone who was just having fun in chat and treating it as if it was another one of my mishaps. It's literally a me thing.

A lot of my good Tekken matches (that being matches I feel like I learned something or enjoyed) look like this:

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Spoiler alert, but I get ragdolled the first two rounds badly. And that's because I don't know the King-Lili match-up. When you face a match-up you don't know, you have two options: Try and throw your flowcharts and strings and hope it works, OR you can try and download the opponent. You see what works, what doesn't, their habits, and their behavior in offense and defense. You experiment, and test. This involves a lot of getting hit and losing health or even rounds. But you learn a lot more and it helps you grow as a player, it's better in the long run. After those first two rounds, I gather this:

They duck on reaction when I approach -> To deal with King's dangerous grab game -> Use mids to beat crouch.

They literally only flowchart -> They always use the low after the cartwheel -> Launch it with hop kick (well, knee in King's case).

They are impulsive and will want their turn back -> Their wake-up game is aggressive -> oki with d,b3 counter into Leg Lock or backstep/properly spaced d,b3 counter into Leg Lock, depending on frame advantage and distance from downed Lili after knockdown.

It's Lili -> They'll start using Funny Shit on round start -> backstep, deal with it, punish it.

They are bad at breaking Figure Four Leg Lock -> Keep using Figure Four Leg Lock, it works.

And then I start absolutely booty blasting Lili. That's what downloading is! But non-fighting game players don't know that, so they'll see me get blasted (while I'm trying to learn) or rematching an opponent I lost to and then lose again (to learn the match-up more) and start making those comments that, while they'd usually either get a joke on retaliation or simply get ignored if they are not funny enough, will make Ranked Dreamer want to tell them to shut up and reflect on how ignorant they are if they can't even tell that I'm trying to download/learn here, obviously, are your eyes closed or are you just clinically unfunny and one of those "I just like spreading chaos lol" types. Which will then be something I regret because I feel bad when I actually insult people, especially over games.

So, it's just a me thing, but here it is explained in case you wanted a bit more elaboration.

#dreamerwave

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miasiegert · 1 year ago

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How Cats Casting Often Works (Summer Stock)

So due to request, explaining how casting works for many regional productions of CATS. NOTE: I am not discussing ANYONE I work with, anyone I've worked with past-tense, any production I've done. This is a general explanation of how summer stock works and how incredibly difficult it is for the director/choreographer to make decisions. Because, surprisingly, the director doesn't get auditions for each character! They have to choose from already cast actors! WHAT? Yup, that's Summer stock!

The actors are contracted to do about four shows for a theatre to last for their summer season. This is subject to change, sometimes actors have to leave (injury, illness, Broadway offers (yes, that happens!)), but for those shows the bulk of the actors are already cast! So someone can't hold auditions for Mistoffelees or Victoria. They need to go with who's already there (very talented! But they might have different skillsets!)

The director needs to assess the actors, some of whom they know, many of whom they don't and see reels but a lot of instagram, and they must compare them to the entire summer stock cast to decide what's best.

For example, if someone is not a singer but a great dancer, they might be someone like Mistoffelees, Victoria, Pouncival. If someone's got an incredible belt, they might be Bombalurina. Usually Bombalurina and Cassandra are coin tosses and REALLY hard decisions (you really need a good actor for Cass to be so aloof and hold the poses). If there's a soprano, usually the more classically trained one who is not a dancer will be Jellylorum. If someone's an incredible tapper, they'll be Jenny!

You get the double threats for the ones who dance and sing (Munkustrap, Skimble) and those might be some that'd be considered for different roles--Mungo and Rumple are always double-threats but often triple threat because of acting. If someone's a rock singer, they'd be Tugger because it's HARD to do that. If someone can turn and has a strong ballet/jazz background, they're Mistoffelees (which is how one can end up with a 6'2" Mistoffelees and very panicked costume designers who have 3 weeks to create TWO full new costumes from scratch to fit their height! What, no, I'm not talking about us, what gave you that impression?).

Then there are triple threats, ones who can dance, sing, AND act, like Demeter and Munkustrap. Those are HARD roles. It doesn't always end up like that because of who's available, which is NOT shade towards any actor--when contracted for a season, they are given the best possible role to highlight their ability.

For Macavity, it's usually one of the largest dancers because of the Munk and Alonzo lift and someone who is a very lyrical mover.

This does not mean that Plato will do the lift with Victoria in the Ball. The lift goes to the person who is the best at doing lifts in the cast. US Tour V had Eddie (who was Alonzo) doing the lift because he was the best. One of the Australian tours had (surprisingly) Tumblebrutus do the lift! Yes, really!

In the US, Mungo and Rumple are usually the same size for the double cartwheels and we are very confused as to major height differences in the UK. I mean clearly it works but it's significantly harder when one's not as balanced so that's taken into consideration (Mungo NEEDS to do some tumbling).

Ensemble is where it's REALLY tough. A lot of times people assume the ensemble members are the ones who are hidden/not as good. That's absolutely false. The ensemble members ALWAYS are swings and understudy multiple roles. They need to be prepared to jump in on the spot in case of illness or injury, such as an onstage injury (there was a horrific one on the US Tour once where Pouncival had to take over during Mistoffelees as the actor broke his foot during the turns). A lot of the BEST dancers are put in the back and random spots because in order to make a good show that's cohesive, you need to have what looks like a fully in sync production. The ensemble holds everyone together and are critical for the show to be a success.

Cats is one of the rare shows where, with the fandom, since they're all their own characters, they are recognized for each thing but often not the why!

Also some characters might randomly be seen because some of the wonderful donors might have walk ons! Without donors, many regional productions would not exist! So if you see a cat that's maybe sitting around in the background, catting around, not dancing/not singing, you should 10000% appreciate them because without them, there'd be no show! Patrons are super important and it's an honor to give them some GREAT costumes to wear (and super fun for them to be cats!)

I hope that helps explain how casting works in many productions of summer stock and how difficult it is! Also did you know most productions only have one week to rehearse??? Wichita had three weeks, I believe, but most are only one, it's true!!!

Let me know if you have any questions!

Also I saw the comment asking about how we make warmers; I don't know how to reply to a reblog (sorry I am not smart at social media). Some day, we can go through a basic tutorial. But learn how to cast on/cast off, knit, purl, and stretchy decrease (tutorials online). It's SUPER easy, just time consuming... oh so time consuming. As for fluffy warmers, we use a LOT of different yarns, always at least double-strand, sometimes quadruple, lots of eyelash yarn, and while David does NOT do this, for my warmers, I will always use scraps if I'm doing the strays. Cats are mottled IRL. They won't be consistent. David likes having three colors per costume. I... am a bit more wild... yet strangely it's my muted costumes that people seem to be talking about here (buttercup Jellylorum for example!). Oh. And always Magical Misto will have black leg warmers with purple sparkles hidden in them. That's my thing. I give characters certain colors. Misto is purple, Tumble is blue.

BACK TO WRITING! I made today's deadline but PUSHING ON so I have less tomorrow!

#cats musical #cats the musical #cats cosplay #how summerstock casting works #did i hashtag this correctly?

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haveihitanerve · 1 year ago

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erm. not sure how you guys feel about the batfam yet

but here ya go. have a lil smth i came up with at two in the morning-

I have a headcanon that bruce will use ‘im batman’ as the only justification he needs to his kids, and it makes them laugh but also, makes them feel warm inside. Example:

“Do my parents still love me?” Dick asked quietly one night. Bruce stilled. “What?” he asked, voice barely louder than a whisper. Dick shuffled around from where he was sprawled across bruces lap and looked up at him. “Do my parents still love me?” he repeated. Bruce brushed a loving hand through his sons hair. “Of course they do chum. Why would you think they didn't?” Dick shrugged, burying his face in bruces stomach. “Dno.” he murmured, voice muffled. “How do you know?” he asked, voice even quieter than before. Bruce ran his hand in soothing circles along dicks back. “Because Im Batman.” Dicks laughter reverberated through his body.

“....” Bruce sighed, squatting so that he was eye level with his eldest daughter. “Believe me sweetheart. You are better than them.” “....” Cass eyes stared into his with question and longing. “Because im Batman.” his daughters lips twitched.

“Im a bad person.” Steph sniffled miserably. Bruces heart ached. He hated seeing her like this. She was like a flaming bright light of joy and happiness that had cartwheeled into his life and refused to leave. He regretted ever trying to make her. He wanted to tell her all this. Hug her and never let her go. “No you're not.” he said instead, bumping his shoulder against hers, trying to convey everything into the simple touch. Steph stared at him. “How do you know?” she whispered. And suddenly it was dicks bright blue eyes shining up at him in question, asking if his parents loved him. Suddenly it was jason's inquisitive stare. Suddenly it was Tim’s calculating gaze. Cass’s warm brown eyes. Damian sparkling green ones. Bruce nudged her shoulder with his again. “Because im Batman.” Spoilers laughter rang across Gotham.

“Okay, be safe. I love you Jay.” Bruce said, the words leaving his mouth before he registered them. He froze. Jason's foot halted, hovering just between the doorway and Bruces office, one foot still inside. He turned. “What did you say?” his voice was carefully neutral, but bruce could hear the tremor in his sons voice. Gods his sons voice. How long had it been since bruce had called him that, even alone in his head? Too frightened of overstepping. Being overbearing. Chasing him away again. But it was now or never. Bruce swallowed, clearing his throat. “I said, be safe. I love you Jay.” Jason eyed him for a second, but, miraculously, hopefully, his foot stepped back into the office. Not running away. Jason crossed his arms. “I don't believe you.” he said, glaring at Bruce. He stuck up his chin stubbornly. “Prove it.” Bruce stared at him helplessly. “Im Batman?” he offered. Jason stared at him for another second, then his face collapsed into laughter. Bruce grinned and was out of his chair in seconds, around the desk, and enveloping his son in a hug.

“I don't deserve to be Robin.” Bruce’s heart stuttered. He looked up. Tim wouldn't meet his gaze, eyes downcast as he fidgeted. He held out the robin outfit. “I bullied you into taking me in. You don't need me as robin. And i don't deserve it. Tonight proved that.” Bruce stared at him in disbelief. “Timmy, darling you deserve to be Robin just as much as Dick and Jason did. You definitely deserve Robin, as far as Im concerned. Tonight proved that. Anyone who says otherwise can suck it.” Tim finally looked up, eyes wide. “Really?” he whispered in awe. Bruce nodded firmly, standing and walking over to his son. “100%” he said without hesitation, pushing as much conviction as he could into it. Tims eyes glinted. “But what power do you have to make that call?” he asked quietly. “Innocents could have died tonight b.” Bruce stared down at him. “Timmy, darling, Im Batman.” Tims lips spread into a grin and he laughed, jumping into Bruces arms.

“Can someone have two dads?” Barbara asked one day. Bruce blinked in surprise, but turned to face her nonetheless. He had sort of been expecting this conversation to happen. One day. He had hoped it would come maybe a bit later, but he was glad it was now too. “Of course.” he answered with certainty, knowing it was what she was looking for. Barbara shook her head. “Let me rephrase.” she looked anywhere but at him. “Is it okay for me to have two dads….” she took a deep breath and finally met his eye. “And can you be one of them?” Bruce blinked, unsurprised to find tears in his eyes. “Oh babs.” he choked out, moving towards her and crouching so he was eye level. “Of course darling. I would be honored to call you my daughter.” Babs smiled lightly. “Really?” she asked quietly. “Cause i googled it and-” Bruce rolled his eyes. “Google is a very reliable source of information!” she protested. Bruce snorted. “Sure babs. You, of all people.” Barbara huffed. “Fine.” she said in annoyance. “How do you know that then?” Bruce looked at her in mock surprise. “How do I know? My darling Babs, haven't you heard? Im Batman.” Laughter echoed through the house from both parties as her shoe connected with his face.

“I have dishonored the family.” Damian said quietly, eyes downcast. Bruce looked up in surprise, frowning at his youngest. “How so?” he asked carefully, keeping his voice neutral and (hopefully) kind. “I-i killed an ant today.” damian confessed. Bruce bit his lip to keep from laughing. “Oh baby. Don't worry about it.” He soothed, reaching out a hand for his youngest and pulling him up and onto his lap. “Thank you do telling me.” He clearly hadn't been specific enough when explaining the no killing rule to his youngest. He rubbed damian’s back soothingly. “You know,” he said quietly. “Because you were so honorable and told me this,” Damian sniffled, placing his head against bruces chest. “We could get ice cream on our patrol tonight.” Damian gasped, looking up at him. “Really?” his eyes shone and bruce cursed himself for not having introduced ice cream runs into their routine earlier. Especially if it so easily got his youngest excited. Damian's mood dimmed. “But- is that allowed?’ he asked doubtfully. Bruce laughed and stood, swinging damian up into the air and cuddling him close. “Of course it is baby. Im Batman.” Damian giggled.

#so.....#lmk what you think #i tried to get steph and bruces relationship down well #theyre my fav honestly #batfam #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #damian wayne #timothy drake #barbara gordon #add wayne to the last name of each of those #yeah

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eatmyassssssssz · 2 years ago

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Request for henry

I'm the same anon who asked that

Can you make a neighbor Henry where you baby sit his kids or something and he comes home a bit late and gives you a reward? Smut pls

Having a free day off is always relaxing to you, even when you do favors for people - especially Henry emily, a family friend who lived close to yourself - you don't mind, it beats that fucking job you work at any day.

This day you get a knock on your door from your neighbor, Henry his name was, he lives right next door. You've grown quite close to him ever since you moved in, although he's known you since you were young, you and him got close, via helping him with groceries shopping or him teaching you how to garden, sometimes just relaxing in his living room. he was sweet like that.

This favor you don't mind at all, one that makes you smile when you hear it;

"I need help with Charlie and Sammy...I'll be at work 'til quite late and i can't get anyone to watch them that late, they're just not old enough to be trusted yet, can you? You'd be a life saver. Honestly. I'll give you somethin for it since it's late." he said, even though he always gives you a little tip for the favours. he always felt guilty taking up your time when he thought you had better things to be doing.

Spending the day with the girls was a blast, they both begged you to play with them on the Playstation and then for lunch you made them sandwiches, sitting with them to watch a movie and then spent some time in the back yard as they tried showing you their cartwheels.

After a game of tag it was a little past 8, the girls all warn out and tired so after their showers and night routines you put them in their beds, kissing them both on the forehead and wishing them goodnight.

he unlocks the door, rubbing the tired out of his eyes. you look up from the couch, watching a movie on his television, like he said you could when his kids had went up to sleep.

And that's how your here, you had happily agreed, not only because you have that secret crush on him, but the girls are the sweetest kids you know and you don't mind having to watch over them at any time.

"hello, mr emily!" you say cheerfully.

"how were the girls? went to bed on time?" he looked upon you, studying your figure.

you nod. you were a family friend's daughter, so you knew Henry quite well, and his girls. You knew how polite he was and how soft he was. He was never rude, nor impolite. he always tipped you quite a bit if you done a job for him like babysitting.

He grabbed his wallet. "Let me get your tip, thanks for looking after them, sweetheart. 's much appreciated." He opened his wallet, flicking through his cards and too his cash. "shit."

"I'll be right back, I'll go to the ATM and get your tip out for you." He sighed softly, putting his wallet in the back pocket of his work jeans.

You look up softly and get up after turning off his TV. "Nonono, don't worry, Mr. Emily."

"You don't have to call me Mr. Emily, Henry is just fine. And i will worry. You're a young girl living by herself. I can't give you just what most people would. Especially since I've known you since you were young."

You walk over to him, fidgeting with your hands. You breath in, your thoughts are going crazy. 'just say it. whats the worst that can happen?" your inner monologue spoke.

"You can pay me in another way, Henry." you say, drapping your hands over his shoulders.

"oh really now?"

you nod in reply. he holds up your chin giving you a quick kiss.

suddenly, the kiss went from quick to long, and sweet to sexual, and meaningless to passionate.

"mr emily—"

"henry." he corrected, "henry, are you sure..this is a good decision?" he nods. "if youre comfortable with it, yes."

you nod intently.

Yes, he was a lot older than you, yes he literally had children dilf but what does that mean? experience.

"im sorry i don't have a tip for you, doll. hope you don't mind. i can get it for you tomorrow." he says, unbuckling his belt. "henry, you don't have to worry about it. please, don't. taking my virginity is much enough."

he looked up at you, confused. "What?" you cock your head in reply. "Did i say something weird? I'm sorry—"

"nonono..you're a virgin?"

you nod meekly. "..yup." he traces your hips and curves, "but, you're perfect. Beautiful, young, funny, sweet."

"I've been waiting for a special someone too take my virginity. And i picked you." You say, unzipping his jeans. He slides then down and takes himself out of his boxers.

Your eyes peer at his dick. "oh— um..you're...really thick. Jesus." He chuckled at your response. "Really now, huh?"

"i..i don't think i can fit that."

"I suppose it might be a struggle, yes." He put 2 fingers up to your hole. "May i? Just might stretch you, a bit."

a bit? 1 of his fingers was enough to stretch you!

"a bit?" he laughed lazily in response to your shocked expression. "i...yes, yes, just please, do it!" you slap his arm playfully.

he continued to plunge the first half of his ring and middle finger into you. he had a ring on and it felt cold against your thighs as you squeezed said thighs together around his hand.

you let out a choked moan. "j—jesus.."

"this a good enough tip?"

big thanks to @lillianastuff for helping with the first 3 or so paragraphs!!

#henry #henry emily #fnaf #five nights at freddys x reader #five nights at freddy's #f!reader #henry emily x reader #henry emily x you #please someone help me tag better 😭😭

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vernith · 2 years ago

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Leviathan prompt. "I need a seat."

I've been having brainrots of him lately (he's my love) and i saw something in pinterest.. an idea strikes me.

CW; nothing, just.. Levi being an absolute simp for you. (A little blunt as well so.. a little OOC. this is also pretty self-indulgent..)

I TAKE IT BACK SHIT'S ACTUALLY OOC READ ON YOUR OWN RISK. (I'm bad at writing him but i still wanna write him because i love him and i'm selfish)

You and Levi are out on a date in one of the malls in the human realm. This is one of those rare occassion where the both of you agrees to go outside for something that is NOT an anime convention or some sort. (You bribed him)

So, you decided to treat your beloved otaku.

• "levi, what do you say to an all you can eat buffet?? It's on me."

he looked a little bewildered at first.

• "is that not too much for you? I can pay half-"

• "it's okay! Just save your money for upcoming figurines. I want to treat you today."

He smiled in defeat and sighed playfully. He knows how stubborn you can be at times.

• "fine then. Though next time, expect me to buy you something in return."

That's how the both of you ends up on a waitlist to an all-you-can-eat buffet for lunch.

Thirty minutes passed, and the line is still halfway done. What are those people even eating? The moment your turn arrives, you'd be dead.

Levi holds your hand the entire time in order to not get lost in the sea of people.

You sighed, clearly impatient as your brows furrows.

• "those people.. are eating a lot, are they?" You whispered to levi, a hint of annoyance in your voice.

He frowned, and nodded in defeat.

• "they have a lot of appetite for sure.. some of the greedy normies probably steal left overs too! Reminds me of someone.."

He remarked, also getting annoyed.

Getting enough of waiting, you walked off the line with his hand in yours. His face flashed a look of shock, but he doesn't let go nonetheless- instead, he tightened his hold on your hand.

Finally out of the sea of people to get a secluded area of the mall, you sighed in relief and leaned on a wall nearby.

• "how troublesome.. we didn't get to eat in the buffet and now both of us are tired.."

You frowned, although it looks more to a pout in levi's orange orbs.

• "sorry.. levi. It's my bad. I shouldn't picked a buffet.. maybe something simpler would do but, i really wanna treat you today."

You sighed, levi smiled softly at your words.

• "that's fine, you shouldn't be apologizing anyways. It's me who should be, because when we arrived to the line, i saw how long it was yet i didn't-"

Before he could go on a self-depricating rampage, you cut him off with a distraction.

• "i need a seat..so tired."

You closed your eyes in discomfort.

It seems like your distraction worked well because, for some reason, levi is now scanning the surrounding for anyone nearby.

Detecting no people around, he shifts into his demon form in a second. You opened your eyes in confusion, but you don't bother to say a thing. It seems like your boyfriend has something in mind.

The tip of his tail curled up into a stand and he used the thicker part as a seat. He patted his lap.

[Reference:]

(Artist and source: unknown.

You may tell me if you know the artist's name, i'd appreciate it.)

• "you can use me as a chair. be quick though, random normies may come here at any given moment.."

He said, his face slightly dusted pink painted red as bloood rush up.

But for him, given the condition of his face, he oddly and somehow looks nonchalant about it. You quirked your eyebrows in suspicion and chuckled.

• "if you say so."

If only you'd knew better, his heart is doing cartwheels. His mind his in chaos, all of his self-loathing train has melted into a putty and replaced by 'why, how, when's (why did he do this? How did he do this and when did he learn to do this? Did he learn this for this moment that he has been waiting for his entire life?) questions.

You climbed onto his lap and leaned on his shoulder. You're better off this way because, if you leaned on his chest, you might go deaf by his heartbeat. But that's unlikely. Even then you could still hear his heart beating out of his chest.

His arms sneaked around your waist to keep you balanced on his lap.

• "let's go home after this, levi."

Though you both ended up not getting lunch, you make up for it in his bedroom later on. (Two possible result tbh up to you to imagine lmao)

Sometimes self indulgence lead to bad shits and this is one of them.. no regrets though lmao.

#obey me x reader #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me drabble #obey me brain rot #this is so self-indulgent #and levi is a little (VERY MUCH) OOC #i don't know how to write his character well help but i still wanna write him he's literally the love of my life.#obey me

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godlizzza · 1 year ago

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Fic request if possible? - I want to see Middle aged herb get into some argument with a PTA mom over the funding of the science program or something, I like to imagine he’d deny fighting tooth and nail for that kid to get a proper science education but we both know he would 😂

Ty (no rush on it if you’re busy, sorry to bug ya, love your work)

"Now then, onto the point of school funding. I- Yes, Mr. West?"

"It's Dr. West, Carol, try to get it right. Now, what I want to know is, why is there even a suggestion to blow half the budget on- what was it? A patio?"

"It's for refurbishing the auditorium to make it suitable for the children to perform plays. The current deck has a weight capacity that would limit class-wide performances."

"That's absurd. How can you even suggest that when the science lab is in its current state? I've seen run-down meth labs in better condition."

"Oh, my goodness..."

"Dr. West, please try to keep your language appropriate."

"What did I say? I didn't even curse."

"Does anyone else have any propositions over the budget, or-?"

"I wasn't finished. As I was saying, there can't be any question on funding decks until the lab is fit for students to actually learn the sciences in a productive way."

"Excuse me. I can appreciate that you're advocating for your chosen path, doctor, but what about the other subjects? Like the arts? My daughter, Molly, is an aspiring actress. She needs a suitable auditorium to perform in."

"Little Polly can do cartwheels-"

"It's Molly."

"-or the chicken dance wherever she wants. A child actually wishing to develop their education past the preschool level needs the proper equipment."

"Ms. Chairwoman, I don't appreciate Dr. West's tone."

"And I don't appreciate hippies dragging down the average IQ of the next generation."

"Alright, everyone, let's try to keep things civil-"

"I'm being perfectly civil. Brenda's the one who can't control herself. It's no wonder little Dolly can't even count to three unassisted."

"Her name is Molly you insufferable, little-!"

"Ms. Chairwoman, I don't appreciate Mrs. Gibson's tone."

"Okay, enough. Meeting adjourned. Dr. West, may I have a word please?"

"Oh, hey, Honey. How'd the meeting go?"

"Swimmingly. Though, for some reason, several people made complaints about me."

"Herbert..."

"What? I was simply advocating on the behalf of those children and their right to a proper education. If some of those parents had it their way, those kids would be doing nothing but finger painting and singing about butterflies."

"You know, maybe you should sit the next meeting out."

"Dan, you're a bystander in all this. Indifference is the true enemy of progress, you know."

"Uh huh, sure. Now, why don't you sit down and I'll make you a nice cup of tea, huh? How does that sound?"

"What a dear you are. I knew there had to be some reason why I married you."

"Mhmm."

#hopefully this was easy to follow!#herbert would be the most insufferable PTA parent ever lol #herbert west #dan cain #danbert #the couple down the street #re-animator #reanimator #asks #my fics #writing prompt

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nekoannie-chan · 1 year ago

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Stargazing love

Title: “Stargazing love”

Ship: Crystal Amaquelin X Pietro Maximoff (Love).

Word count: 542 words.

Rating: Teen.

Square: I3 “Lying in a field stargazing”.

Summary: A special starry night for Pietro and Crystal.

Warnings/Tags: Stargazing, walking in the woods, love declaration, fluff.

A/N: This is my entry to @marvelrarepairbingo @marvelrarepairs MarvelRarePair Bingo Round 2 2023. Annie MRP-066.

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

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Pietro and Crystal were lying in the field, looking up at the sky. The night was cloudless, and the stars were shining as beautifully as they had ever seen them. They had been out there for hours, just enjoying each other's company, talking and laughing, and watching the stars through the night.

Crystal slipped her arm through Pietro's and rested her head on his shoulder. She felt at peace here, away from the hustle and bustle of life on Attilan, away from the worries that weighed on her mind. Pietro also seemed calmer, free from the worries and expectations of the world he came from. Occasionally, they laughed out loud at Lockjaw's cartwheels.

For a while, the two just stared up at the starry night sky, absorbed in their own thoughts, until Pietro finally broke the silence.

"Do you ever think about the future? "he asked. Crystal was silent for a few minutes, thoughtful, then nodded.

"Sometimes," she said suddenly. "But mostly I think about the stars and how, through immortal time, they keep burning, no matter what we do, no matter what. It's as if they remind us that there is something more out there for us, something more than our little and insignificant lives."

Pietro smiled. He gazed up at the stars and then at Crystal, feeling warmth in his heart. He knew that whatever happened in the future, he wanted to be with her.

They lay there for a while longer until Crystal spoke again.

"We should go home," she commented.

Pietro nodded, and they got up, brushing the grass off their clothes. With a last look at the stars, they started walking hand in hand towards the path that would take them to the top of the mountain.

As they made their way deeper into the forest, as it was the only way back, the full moon illuminated their path. Pietro couldn't help but feel the electricity between them as if the energy of the stars had been transferred to them. Crystal squeezed his hand tightly, and Pietro stopped in his tracks. He turned to her and looked into her eyes, lost in the glow of the moonlight. For a moment, Pietro thought that perhaps this was the right time to tell her his true feelings.

However, Crystal spoke first, breaking the spell of the moment.

"Pietro, I have something to tell you," she said in a trembling voice. Pietro frowned, worried about what she was going to tell him.

"What is it, Crystal?" Pietro asked, trying to calm her down.

Crystal took a deep breath before speaking. But before she could say anything, she changed her mind, stepped forward, and kissed him passionately. Pietro responded immediately, wrapping his arms around her and deepening the kiss. The electricity she had felt earlier intensified, making her skin burn and her heart beat at a frantic pace.

Finally, they broke apart, panting, and their lips swollen. Crystal smiled and stroked his cheek tenderly.

"You don't need to say anything, Pietro. I feel the same way."

Pietro was overwhelmed with emotion and happiness. He took her hand again and pulled her to him to embrace her.

"I can't imagine my life without you, Crystal. I want to be with you forever."

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marciabrady · 1 year ago

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Hi! How are you doing?

I was just wondering, out of the first four Disney princess movies, which one was your favourite ending? I'm a big fan of the whole 'happily ever after accompanied by the choir singing the main theme' that the OG films had and every time I want a pick me up I always watch the endings of those films. I don't know why Disney doesn't use a choir anymore because I remember the endings of the older movies having a much bigger impact on me.

Like: Snow White being carried by her prince as the animals and dwarfs celebrate (and her kissing them to show her love and gratitude for them), Aurora and Phillip lovingly dancing together as the kingdom and their parents celebrate (accompanied by the iconic blue and pink scene), Cinderella and her prince running down the stairs together on their wedding day and riding along in a carriage and Ariel hugging her father and whispering 'I love you, daddy' before she sails off into the sunset (and King Triton bowing to Prince Eric - a human that he earlier told Ariel to let die in a shipwreck).

Every single one of them captures the whole essence of a fairytale and they all hit my heartstrings just right so I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Hi there! I love this question- thank you so much! I could never choose anything between the original four because they're all completely different flavors and it depends on the mood I'm in!

Sleeping Beauty's ending, for instance, is literally heaven for a romantic at heart like me. I hate anything tacky and over the top- especially moments that are supposed to be intimate. So, Aurora's slow smile of recognition when Phillip awakens her is more effective than any piece of film I've ever seen. The beautiful presentation and rejoicing of her arrival at court, making her the perfect picture of a princess- before the humanity of Briar Rose returns and she rushes to embrace her parents in the most loving caress. Hubert's humor, and Aurora's charm as she kisses him, before she's whirled off to the dance floor. Earlier in the film, we see her nearly deserted in a wood. She wants love, but how would she even dream of finding it when she'd never met anyone in the world outside of her aunts? It didn't even feel like a possibility of a possibility- and when it happened, it was ripped away so cruelty because her loyalty to the fairies dictated she must return home. And, for her to have her Happy Ending, with everyone there- even her Mother and Father- this incredible feeling of inclusion, that she was able to achieve without comprising her own values, as she drifts off into cotton candy dream clouds of romance while the final rush hits you as the fairies' power surges her dress and renders it blue and then pink, until she's one with the sky! Well, it's just so reassuring to all of us who feel like we have no one and nothing, that one day, all the things you never thought were possible will come to fruition in the most beautiful way.

Or Snow White's- the high it takes you on, after the most intense period of mourning for any character. Snow White, who the heavens themselves cry for and the Dwarfs can't find it in their hearts to bury her- the Dwarfs who keep her company and eternal vigil even in death- proving that the good are truly never forgotten. And then her Prince! Her love, that hasn't given up, and has continued to search for her for months and seasons and continues to be so steadfast and true in his word of the "one love" his "heart keeps singing, of one love only for" Snow White. How you can tell he loves her, just as the Dwarfs and birds do, and she's such a vibrant character that she doesn't feel lost to him, even though it seems as if hope may be. Then, the blinking of her eye before that familiar smile comes about- the overwhelming light and positivity that the world is suddenly sunnied with, as the Dwarfs cartwheel and the animals rejoice, and a chorus goes to sing Snow White's dream back to her. This poor girl who's been abused and neglected and almost murdered, but never gave up- it's so heartwarming.

Ariel's is so touching too, but it's admittedly always made me sad. I honestly cried to the ending a few weeks ago. I decided to rewatch it after I saw the live action, and the tenderness with which she embraces Triton in the animated...even writing it I'm beginning to feel my heart contract. Their relationship in the animated film is so layered and fascinating- she feels unloved by him and is constantly hiding who she is from him, she's afraid, and she lashes out sometimes out of that fear. She has doubt rooted in her about his love for her "maybe he's right. maybe there is something the matter with me." And yet, though he unknowingly is rejecting her and telling her she's wrong, he feels as though he's doing this out of love? But then he gets into this place of rage where he just traumatizes her and ends up pushing her away and closer to the very things he's trying to shield her from. For her to hug him like that in the end...and to whisper "I love you Daddy" OH. It's the subtlety thing I talked about earlier but his expression! You can tell he's ashamed on his face, he can tell he's even felt like she hated him in the past for being a disciplinary figure, when all he ever wanted was that love he never knew was there. But as she pulls back, tears shining in her eyes, this inward peace renews in him- and as Eric bows to him- he still commands and accepts all the glory and respect befitting a King of the Sea and is taken to levels that he hadn't been previously in the film, even in the beginning. His final blessing, of the rainbow, is so beautiful and...I just think it's so unique in, these are two people that love each other (Triton and Ariel) but aren't meant to live together and near one another. Their relationship is best at a distance, and there's something so bitter sweet about that. I continue after the read more, but don't look at it if you're uncomfortable with sensitive topics being discussed!

The ending I used to replay literally every morning to myself over the past maybe five years, as though it were a soundtrack and not a scene in a film, was actually the ending to Cinderella. Again, I could never choose between the original four but...the way that this ending has saved me. I used to watch it every morning on my way to work to even be able to work. By the time I was in my early 20s, and working, I had already had a really difficult beginning to my life- and it had gotten so intense right up from my early childhood into my middle school years up through the end of high school, I didn't feel like anything could ever get worse? So, while I was certainly still affected by things and would sometimes get sad, there was always a knowledge and a security in myself that I knew, for a fact, things would never, ever go back to being as bad at they were in that time period. And then...my second job happened. Don't get me wrong, my first job was awful- to the point where my brain function began to deteriorate at a point due to how depressed I was. I started get frequent panic attacks, I was miserable, and I felt helpless. Then, I accepted a job offer a year later that seemed life changing. I moved away from home into a different state, was going to be making twice my salary, and after taking care of different family members since high school had ended, I'd finally be able to be my own person without worrying about someone watching me or listening to what I was saying or monopolizing my time. I'd be able to discover what made me happy, I'd experience freedom, maybe love. That...was not what happened. At my first job, while things were bad as I previously explained, my performance or character was never up for debate. The mistreatment was more so inappropriate managers, sexual harassment, and being yelled at. However, I was also the most well liked person in the office and I was the top performer. So, when I came to this new company, I was convinced that, if I worked as hard as I possibly could, they'd get to know me and would be able to rely on me in a way that would translate to job security and that my workplace wouldn't be as toxic as the other one had been. I wasn't looking for any other forms of validation, literally just job security. This was the opposite of what happened.

For reasons I won't go into now, I was targeted by nearly everyone at this new workplace, save one or two people- but I can pretty much sum it up by saying it's because I was "different" and I was the only one being treated the way that I was, seemingly without rhyme or reason. They all began to lie about me, even from my first week, and come up with the most egregious things and I felt like I was continually being punished for things I didn't do. If I tried to stick up for myself, I wasn't taking "accountability" for whatever they pulled out of thin air. I felt like I literally had no one and the fear of my job being ripped away from me, just as I moved into this new apartment I could barely afford in a city where I knew no one, literally ate me alive. But more than that it was the attack on my character? I never really experienced that before. Remember how I said I never thought things would be as bad as they were when I was much younger? Well, aspects of my appearance and character were always being attacked then but it was more because I expressed myself differently than people were used to and so...I effectively silenced, stifled, killed those parts of myself in order to assimilate and pass and, while it killed me inside, I was able to make my surroundings less dangerous for myself (not entirely safe, because that's out of my control, but I improved my safety by as much as I humanly could) by continuing to- not change myself- but, again, muting the ways I expressed myself and just hacking away at parts of me so they wouldn't be so visible. However, what was happening at the, then, new job??? Having groups of people say the most disparaging things about you when they had no reason, to walk into a new lie every day, to be victim of an attack that, honestly, felt like they wanted me to not just quit the job but actually make me think that I was a terrible person that wasn't worthy of life? It made me doubt my reality, who I was as a person, everything. It got so intense- the one scene that kept getting me through, apart from the ending, was the scene where the stepsisters gather around Cinderella and collectively scream at her for the mouse in the cup. She walks, condemned for something she didn't even do, to Lady Tremaine's room to continue receiving lashing after lashing of an invention resulting from her enemies' minds of something that had nothing to do with her actual actions. Even earlier in the scene, when she's bringing them breakfast and is being intentionally kind to them, they berate her and treat her as a person with no character. That's the closest it felt to me.

BUT THEN, the ending. The ending gave me so much hope. Just as the Grand Duke is to leave, a voice calls out from the steps. A voice that was previously locked in her room, in the tall tower, with no way out and no one to hear her. As she attempts her way down the steps, it's the dialogue the stepsisters and stepmother say that catches my attention. Like my coworkers, they're trying to taint Cinderella to the outside world. They're trying to ruin her name, to stain it, and effectively kill any human connection she could ever have, effectively ending her life. They aren't just trying to make her look bad- they're trying to make her look insane, diminish the very core of who she is into someone that isn't worthy of anything. Someone that, even if she were locked in a tower, might as well be left there to die.

Lady Tremaine: Oh, pay no attention to her.

Anastasia: It's only Cinderella.

Drizella: Our scullery maid.

Anastasia: From the kitchen.

Drizella: It's ridiculous. Impossible.

Anastasia: She's out of her mind.

Lady Tremaine: Yes, yes. Just an imaginative child.

"It's only Cinderella...She's out of her mind- just an imaginative child." This abused orphan who has nothing, yet still hasn't managed to harden in the face of her hardships, that has overcome all of the adversity she's met with, that's the most productive member of the household and single handedly runs an entire estate by herself...who literally has no one in her corner and was physically assaulted less than 24 hours ago by simply producing a dress to wear to the ball so that she could actually be viewed as an equal, as someone who's a person in the eyes of her society. To reduce her to an "imaginative child." To say it's "only Cinderella." Imagine if that worked- the declaration to the ball specified that only eligible women should attend, which Cinderella hadn't been considered before she had a dress in which to attend. Imagine if the Grand Duke had listened to these women, the only "family" or company that Cinderella's permitted and the only people that "knew her," who have much more pull in society over a tattered orphan servant. Imagine if he did just turn on his heel and left her there. What would it be like in that house, with just the four of them, after they discovered Cinderella escaped from the attic? That she had been the girl from the ball the Prince was still looking for? I don't know, but I shudder to think about it considering we saw how they reacted to her gown the night before. I also can't imagine how difficult it must've been for her to keep going. Knowing the only three people she knew and she lived with belittled her every chance they could get? How they mocked her openly, invaded her personal space, got physical? That would mess with anyone's head. And to continue fighting for your right to go to the ball, to be seen as a person, to be someone that the law applies to and not just an "imaginative child" to be left to the wolves of the world to eat alive. She literally had no one in her corner- no family, no friends, nothing. To keep going by yourself, to be fueled by your own positivity...that's why it makes her so alive and human when she does break down and believe that there isn't anything to her hope and dreams and things will always stay the same. "There's nothing left to believe in." To always do the most you can for other people- she literally fries the mice from death in the traps, feeds and clothes them, and continues to put on a smiling face for her step-family- and to never have anyone ever treat you with a common human decency, let alone actually help you with the dire state of your life???

I know I'm rambling but. I felt the same way- I tried to be the best person I could, to help others around me through acts of kindness and even depleting myself financially from my, already humble, means, and to never have anyone, let alone reciprocate, but be able to help me? It felt so hopeless, like all was lost. To be the best you could and to still be the subject of so much endless sabotage, that felt like it would never end? Then the glass slipper breaks. Even the Grand Duke is beyond consolable. But Cinderella rises above- producing the slipper all on her own. We're rushed to the church and as we see Bruno, a starved bloodhound, and Major, an old horse, leading this royal procession, how can you heart not warm up? To see the mice cheering her on, in their new suits, while Cinderella waves at them. There she is- again, someone who was treated like actual trash, without any parents, someone who was abused and belittled and minimized and on the brink of ending it all- and smiling so gratefully and graciously and happily from the inside of the carriage, looking out at all the people that she supported, that now support her, in the brink of all of that tragedy? It's unparalleled. Looking at Cinderella waving from inside the coach, I never see the Princess- I see the little girl and think of her victory of survival.

#ask #anonymous

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