#fuckin idiot /lovingly

[wysteria-bloom]

▨ "our child is an angel"

JJK characters when called into teacher's office about their child

Characters : gojo, toji, nanami, sukuna

Genre : fluff, crack

Warnings : I use female pronouns

A/n : Toji is not a deadbeat dad in this one because yeah. Wish he was canonical a hot dilf but we can never get what we want where Gege is concerned 😟

⟢ gojo satoru ␥

"When your son was asked to wait to go to the bathroom, he replied 'I will pee on your floor then bitch.'" The teacher spoke solemnly.

Satoru immediately snorted which you gave him a death glare for, pinching his thigh harshly.

You frowned," Well, before I question why the teacher denied bathroom privileges..." you turned to your husband. Your son was pouting next to you both, looking away with narrowed eyes," That doesn't sound like him at all, does it Satoru?"

Satoru immediately agreed with you, shaking his head," N-no. Not at all. Who taught you that language, kiddo?"

His son looked at him with a betrayed expression, pointing at him accusingly "YOU did!" He exclaimed.

Satoru's smile was pained as you slowly turned your head to him, eyebrows furrowing,"... Thank you for your time, Mrs. Fiyumi. I will have a stern talking. With BOTH of them." Then you gave her the brightest smile," I think it's all the candy they've been eating, I think maybe it's time to cut down on it all, yeah?"

The teacher nodded in agreement with a knowing smile," Yes, I agree."

The two males simultaneously slouched back into their chairs with loud groans which they covered up with coughs when you glared at them.

Satoru mustered a charming grin, settling a loving hand on your shoulder," I've been meaning to go on a diet anyways, haha..."

You rolled your eyes and patted his hand with yours in a pitying way," shut up, my love."

"Dad! Grow a backbone, you lanky idiot!" Your son scoffed out disapprovingly.

The white-haired man's charming grin fell instantly and he glared beneath his glasses," shut up you-"

⟢ nanami kento ␥

"Yes, your daughter got into a fight with one of the boys and managed to split his lip." The teacher gestured to the little girl in the chair who was sitting oh so politely.

Nanami hummed lowly, brows furrowed," not good." He said with that disappointed drawl to his tone that could make anybody curl into themselves with shame, his own daughter cringing to herself.

You merely raised a brow at your daughter," That right? So she won?" You asked bluntly.

A warm hand settled on your knee, squeezing lovingly and as a warning," not the point, love." Nanami grunted out disapprovingly.

The girl grinned with her cute gap-tooth, blue eyes glinting with pride as she looked to her mother," I won!!" She chirped," he pulled my hair so I split his lip!"

Her parents stared on in silence before Nanami gave her a small smile filled with warmth," Good girl."

⟢ ryomen sukuna ␥

"Your daughter punched Midori-"

Sukuna held up a hand," Don't need to hear it. Let's go." He began to stand up, tugging his little girl by the hood of her hoodie.

You shook your head in disapproval at your husband and looked to the teacher," I'm sorry, can you give me more context?"

Sukuna scoffed," Babe. Its obviously about that rich kid again. The little shit who bullies her? Yeah. Don't give a fuck. I'm proud of my fuckin' daughter." He glared at the teacher and walked out of the room with his daughter following anxiously behind.

Your eye twitched before you stood up slowly, offering a pained smile to lighten the load," well, you heard the man. Thanks." You left as well, not before tugging on your husband's ear like a mother and giving your girl a kiss on the forehead and a promise of ice cream.

Sukuna crouched down to her level and pinched his daughter's cheek with a bored expression, eyes glinting in amusement at the sight of her nose scrunching up at the actions," Next time? Put her through endless torture and misery. I can teach you a few techniques--"

You had to step in before your husband created a potential serial killer.

⟢ fushiguro toji ␥

"Megumi got into a fight aga-"

Toji let out an obnoxiously loud yawn, wiping away the sleepy dust from his eyes as his wife fretted over their son's messy black hair.

"Ugh, I swear your hair drives me crazy, Megs. You definitely didn't get it from my genes." You muttered as you tried to smooth out the strands.

Megumi merely sighed and pushed your hands away with an uncomfortable frown etched onto his face," Mom. Listen to Mrs. Fiyumi." He scolded lightly.

"I am, I am." You whined to him, turning to face the teacher with a frown on your lips.

"You too, dad."

Toji blinked at his son before scoffing," I was, I was." He let out a fatherly grunt as he sat straight in his chair, large hand resting on your thigh as he did, looking to the teacher in boredom.

The teacher cleared her throat, giving the small child a thankful nod for keeping his parents in check," As I was saying, little Megumi got into a fight with a boy yesterday. This behaviour seems very unlike him, so I was just worried if there's anything going on at home lately that's stressing him out?"

Megumi's brows furrowed but he didn't open his mouth, sitting politely in his chair. You hummed," Well, I suppose he hasn't been getting a good amount of sleep lately. But that's all I can think of." You settled a hand on your husband's that was caressing your thigh gently.

Toji hummed," just apologise, Megs. An' we'll be on our way." He grumbled to his son, waving his free hand dismissively.

Megumi cleared his throat and stood up, bowing to his teacher, which shocked her a little," I'm sorry, Mrs. Fiyumi. I won't hit anyone again." When he stood to his full-height, he looked her straight in the eye," I hope your failed marriage is getting better." He stated in such a polite and genuine manner.

Toji bursted out laughing - cackling like a witch whilst you stared at your son in complete horror, tugging his hair scoldingly.

[peachsukii]

This post made me think about putting a flower in Bakugo’s hair when walking through the park with him.

“Aww, look at all these little guys!” You point to the patch of flowers in the grass, bending at the knees to get a closer look. “So many pretty daisies, and its been awhile since I’ve seen a buttercup. Do you know why they’re called that?”

Bakugo sighs, knowing you’re gonna tell him regardless if he knows or not. “Dunno. Why?”

You grab one from the bunch and stand, moving to hold it under his jaw. “They say if you hold one right about here and it shows up yellow, that means you like butter!”

“That’s fuckin’ stupid,” he laughs, gently swatting your hand away when one of the petals tickles against his neck. “S’gonna be yellow no matter what ‘cause of the pollen, idiot.”

“I know,” you pout before turning away from him, kneeling to gather one of the white daisies nearby. “Something I used to do as a kid. We’d end up with yellow all over our cheeks and necks.”

‘Cute,’ Bakugo thinks to himself, smiling while watching you admire the flowers. He whips his head in the opposite direction before you catch him, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“C’mon, we’re gonna be late for lunch with the others.”

Before he can protest, he feels something slide over his right ear, your other hand lying softly on his shoulder as you concentrate on placing the flowers in his hair.

“Now you’re the prettiest flower in the park,” you whisper before placing a quick kiss to his cheek and grabbing his hand from his pocket. Bakugo’s face flushes instantly, unsure how to respond to such a sweet gesture. He rips his hand out of your grasp and stomps over to the flowers, grabbing a few and returning to your side.

“Hold still,” he orders as he tucks your hair behind your ear, sticking the stems in place like bobby-pins. “There. Now you’re the prettiest flower.”

With a roll of your eyes, you pinch one of his cheeks lovingly and a big grin spread over your lips. “There’s plenty of room in the garden, Kats. We can both be pretty.��

The two of you continue to the cafe in the city to meet up with your friends, ignoring all their little jabs at how sickly cute you and Bakugo are with your matching flowers. He tells them to shut the hell up as he fidgets with the petals every so often during lunch, a comforting warmth flowing through him with each touch — a reminder that he’s loved unconditionally.

[nameless-jamie]

I Want You...Professionally

Masterlist

Jamie Tartt x fem! PA reader

TW: cursing

A/N: A tiny little fluff scenario. Just for the vibes.

It was vacation time for Jamie's favorite assistant. Well, his only assistant. She had organized everything, a temporary assistant for Jamie, a good book she could read while relaxing on her couch, but she obviously didn't calculate Jamie's brattiness.

Y/N had barely been out for a week when the first text came in.

Jamie: Who the fuck is this Jerry lad?

She frowned at the message before another one followed.

Jamie: He’s in my kitchen, Y/N. My sanctuary. What’s next? My fucking shower?

Jamie: If he touches my shampoo, I’m calling the police.

She sighed, rubbing her temple. She had warned Jamie that a temp assistant would be sent to work for him while she was on leave. He probably didn't listen. It was supposed to be a good thing—someone to help manage his schedule, make sure he made it to training on time, and prevent situations exactly like this, all while Y/N could chill for like a week. Just one week, please!

Instead, it seemed like Jamie had decided to make it his personal mission to be as difficult as humanly possible.

Y/N: He’s literally just there to help. Be nice.

Jamie: Define “nice.”

Y/N: Don’t scare him off in under a week.

Jamie: Cannot promise that babe.

It did not take a week.

It took two days.

By that time Y/N got an angry phone call from Rebecca. Jamie had apparently run through the poor temp guy so fast that Rebecca had personally told her, “You need to deal with your idiot. Right now!”

And if the exasperation in her voice hadn’t already told Y/N everything she needed to know, the look on the temp’s face when she arrived at the club to talk to him, spoke louder than words could.

The man looked exhausted. Defeated. Like he had seen things no personal assistant should ever have to see.

"Jerry, hey how are things?" Y/N approached the man carefully and spoke in a soft voice. Damn, he looked like he was about to break.

“I can’t do it, Y/N” he had said, shaking his head. “He’s impossible.”

“Yeah,” she had sighed. “He does that sometimes.”

"He sleeps bottomless. BOTTOMLESS! He told me that I have the energy of a wet paper towel. And he only ever eats protein bars."

Jerry started crying out of frustration and hugged Y/N's shoulder, a little too tight. Nice, her favorite blouse is now tear-stained. Fuckin' Tartt.

Y/N patted Jerry's back awkwardly. "Shit, okay. I'll deal with it."

So when Jamie showed up at her flat unannounced that evening—because of course he did—she was more than ready to deal with him.

“Jamie,” she deadpanned, crossing her arms. “What the fuck.”

Jamie blinked at her. “What?”

“You terrorized him.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“You made him cry, Jamie.” Y/N deadpanned.

Jamie scoffed. “I barely said anythin'. He cried over one little comment.”

“You told him he had ‘the energy of a wet paper towel.’”

Jamie shrugged. “He did.”

“Jamie.”

He sighed dramatically, flopping onto her couch like he had just run a marathon. “Nah, you don't get it, t'was a whole nightmare. He was just there all the time. Following me around, tellin’ me what to do, actin’ like he knew me.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You mean like how I do my job?”

“No.” He shook his head. “Not like you.”

“Oh, really?” She crossed the room, standing in front of him. “Because you’ve never had a problem with me following you around before and telling you what to do. But suddenly, this guy shows up, and you turn into a little shit?”

Jamie rolled his eyes. “I am a little shit. Always been one.”

She huffed. “Jamie.”

“What?” He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply before looking up at her.

"Why is it different with me, tell me." She put her hand on his arm lovingly, trying to coax the answer out of him.

Jamie was frustrated. "I don't know. Maybe because you get me and... And maybe I don’t want someone else bossing me around, yeah? Maybe I just want you.”

The words hit her like a fucking freight train.

Jamie must’ve realized what he had said because his mouth snapped shut, his jaw tensing.

A beat of silence.

Then—

“In, like, a professional way?” Jamie said as more of a question than a statement.

“Jamie,” she said, with a warning voice.

He exhaled, shaking his head like he wanted to take it all back. “Forget it. I'll go apologize to the guy.”

“No Jamie, wait.” She stepped closer. "I mean you should definitely eventually apologize, you made the guy cry for god sake! But wait..."

Jamie met her gaze, something uncertain flickering behind his eyes.

She licked her lips, suddenly hyperaware of how close he was. “You want me?”

Jamie’s throat bobbed. “Yeah.”

Her heart stupidly skipped a beat. “In, like, a professional way.”

His lips twitched, but it wasn’t quite a smirk. “Sure. That.”

Her breath caught.

And then, because Jamie Tartt was a menace—because he could never just say something and leave it at that—he tilted his head, voice dropping to something dangerously soft.

“You okay, love?”

She could’ve said yes.

She should’ve said yes.

Instead, she let out a sharp breath and muttered, “Fuck you.”

Jamie grinned and turned toward the door. “Knew it. I'll be off then, apologizing to Berry.”

"His name is Jerry!"

"I knew that!"

The silence that followed after Jamie left wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was full of things left unsaid. Y/N thought about his words and their meaning a lot. Maybe I just want you.

Maybe they weren’t ready for the next step yet, and maybe they were, but for now, they both knew one thing—neither of them was going anywhere.

[cntloup]

simon is the type to confess his feelings to you when he's absolutely shit-faced which happens rarely but it does... it only needs to happen once

when he's sober though, he's impenetrable as a brick wall

he always keeps to himself behind the high and broad walls

and of course you can't get a word out of him even by torture

he's already been there, don't even try to break this man, it's useless

so one night after he's been out with the lads and let himself loose a little bit while they were celebrating, his mind starts to get foggy

and suddenly he finds himself at your doorstep at nearly 4 a.m. , pounding on the door with heavy fists

he feels all warm and fuzzy at the thoughts of you and his heart threatens to burst out of his chest at any moment

his head spins and he feels like he can't take it anymore

he wants you. and he's going to have you.

you groggily drag your feet on the floor and open the door to meet his half-lidded brown eyes

his hand is on the doorframe to keep himself steady

you struggle to keep your eyes open as you fight off the sleepiness

"simon! you know what time it is?!" you ask in obvious annoyance

"i don' give a fuck about tha' " he slurrs his words and punctuates it with a loud burp

"simon! you reek of alcohol!" you point out, "come in, you bloody idiot!" you say after thinking to yourself that you can't send him away in this state

how did he even get here like this??! this man i swear...

"i need to tell you something." he says as he drunkenly steps through the door

"what? it better be important!" you say while facing him with your arms crossed

"i love you!... i've always loved you... i... i..." he rambles

"WHAT?" you ask in utter shock, now completely awake

"i love you." he says, this time much softer while gazing into your eyes so lovingly

he takes a step closer, "i love you." he repeats and places a hand on your waist

"you're drunk!" you say, still shocked, but... you start to kind of get into it, give in

"sober enough to know how i feel, dove!" he utters and you wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you closer by your waist

you feel all fuzzy, lost in his droopy eyes, gorgeous hazels staring back at you

"i love you too, simon!" you say back breathily as if he has knocked the air out of your lungs by mere words and a soft touch

you pull him in for a kiss, the taste of bourbon and tobacco on his tongue intoxicating

"i love you, si... so fuckin' much!" you say with a light chuckle, both out of breath after pulling away from the fiery kiss

"love you too, baby." he smirks and captures your lips with his once again

[freshluvr]

house party with dealer!chris and sweet!reader

⚠︎ mentions of underage drinking & drug use, mentions of drunk people, use of y/n - if there’s anything else lmk xx ⚠︎

Chris pulled up to the front of the house, one hand on the steering wheel, the other high up on y/n’s thigh. Y/n gently rests her hand on top of Chris’, her thumb rubbing back and forth unconsciously. Her knee bounces up and down with nerves, biting the nails on her right hand harshly. One the car is in park, Chris looks over at y/n, scoffing slightly and pulling her fingers away from her mouth.

“Relax ma, I ain’t gonna let nothing bad happen. I gotchu.” He speaks smoothly, holding both of her hands firmly in one of his as he used the other to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He admires her, looking at the beautifully done makeup on her face - making her look more delicate than ever. He admires her clean, shiny hair and the way it was styled in pretty waves. He admired the short, floral, dark red sundress she was wearing - not because of how good it made her tits look or how much of her legs it showed off, but because of how genuinely gorgeous he thought it made her look. Chris was admiring her so intently, that he didn’t even realise the car had been engulfed in silence until y/n spoke up.

“What’s wrong? Is my makeup rubbed off? Can you see my spots?” She panicked, turning to look in the rear view mirror. Before she even had a chance to worry about her acne showing or her makeup not looking good, Chris gently grabbed her chin and turned her head towards him. He leans in to kiss her, but she pulls away slightly. “I’ll get lipstick on you!” She giggles slightly.

“Good. Let everyone know I’m yours.” He pulls her in again, more firmly this time so she can’t pull away, but still ever so gently. After a few seconds, they pull away. y/n is blushing like an idiot, and Chris is looking lovingly into her doe eyes. “I fuckin’ love you ma.” He states intensely, not stuttering and not breaking eye contact as he said it. This made y/n blush even more ferociously. Sure, they’d said they loved each other before, but never so intimately. Never so assertively.

“I love you too Chris.” She beams, kissing his cheek gently before reaching to rub off the gloss she’d left printed. All Chris did was grab her wrist and shake his head, insisting that it was kept on there. She smiled warmly, and they both got out the car. y/n walked round to Chris’ side and grabbed a hold of his hand gently. As soon as he felt this, Chris gripped her hand back, pulling her inside.

The music was booming, vibrating off the walls. Chris dapped up a few of his mates, introducing y/n to the ones she hadn’t yet met. She waved politely and made conversation with a couple of them whilst Chris was sorting out business. Despite him being busy selling to all sorts of people throughout the night, Chris always ensured he stayed close to y/n. He didn’t stop her from doing anything, but monitored everything she was doing to make sure she was safe.

y/n nursed her fourth cup of whatever concoction was in the punch bowl, swaying slightly as she talked to some friends she’d seen. Then, ‘come on Eileen’ started playing through the speakers. y/n gasped with utter joy and span around, making eye contact with Chris. He knew no matter what he said, there was no getting out of what was about to happen.

You see, the perks of being a wallflower was one of y/n’s favourite movies of all time. After watching it multiple times whilst staying over at Chris’ house, she asked him to learn the dance with her. They went back and forth a little, Chris not wanting to do it and y/n wanting nothing more, but ultimately Chris knew he couldn’t reject this idea. So, despite the minimal effort he put into it, the ‘come on Eileen’ dance was now their dance, and they’d do it whenever the song came on. No exceptions. No way out of it.

y/n smiled at him and pulled him towards the centre of the living room, preparing to start. Chris tried his hardest not to crack a smile, but seeing the tipsy girl look so happy was making it insanely difficult. As they danced, they got many looks from the people around. Some people were looking impressed, mostly at the fact that Chris had agreed to not only learn the dance but also do it in public, whilst others just simply rolled their eyes. Despite the little effort Chris was putting into it, in an attempt to keep up his cold dealer persona, y/n couldn’t be happier. Once the dance section was over, she threw herself into Chris’ chest, wrapping her arms around his neck whilst his hands found themselves cupping her ass. She kissed him lovingly yet passionately, smiling into it as she did so.

Normally, y/n wasn’t one for PDA as she was too afraid of making people uncomfortable. However, the pure serotonin racing through her body combined with the heavy mixture of alcohol she had consumed was doing nothing for her social awareness. She pulled away and looked down, blushing for what felt like the millionth time that day, smiling to herself like an idiot. Chris’ hands moved, one gripping her waist possessively and the other moving gently to her neck, his thumb pushing her chin up to make eye contact with him once more. He leaned down again and kissed her forehead, just wanting to hold her close.

The moment was sweet and comfortably intimate, until someone walked over to Chris and tapped his shoulder. Chris rolled his eyes and turned to face the interrupting boy - still keeping one hand on y/n’s waist. Once she realised what the boy wanted, y/n pulled away from Chris and told him she was going to find her friends again. He nodded and petted her head as she walked away, not being able to help but check her out as her hips swayed further and further away.

Unable to find her friends, y/n settled at the drinks table, filling cup after cup with the sweet tasting alcohol. She stood on her own, scanning the crowd for anyone she recognised, reaching into her bra to pull out her strawberry vape. She stood there, puffing the crystal bar from one hand and holding her drink in the other. Seconds turned into minutes, which then turned into half an hour before Chris finally found her again. By this point, she was barely standing on her own. Chris found her supporting her weight on the wall as she puffed on her vape, smiling at nothing in her drunken state.

“How much you drank, ma?” He questioned, taking her face in both of his hands gently. She simply shrugged at his question, giggling to herself even though nothing was funny. He rolled his eyes playfully at her, speaking to her in a soft tone. “You ready to go?” He didn’t want to leave, knowing that the later he stayed, the better business would be for him. But right now, looking at the state his girl was in, he wasn’t bothered about the sale. All he was bothered about was her.

y/n pouted slightly, shaking her head a little too fast which made her slightly dizzy. She gripped onto Chris’ arms to stabilise herself before speaking slowly. “I’m having funnnn… you go sell some weed and I’ll stay here with the drinks and make friends.” She slurred, smiling innocently at Chris under his harsh gaze. At first, Chris considered listening to her, but then he saw her slow blinks and the way her eyes were rolling back slightly. He shook his head at her, picking her up like a koala which allowed her to wrap her legs around his waist. “We’re goin’ home, m’kay. Imma look after you.”

“Chris…” y/n whispered sleepily into his ear as he carried her to the car. He hummed in response, waiting for her to continue. “Thank you for tonight… for dancing with me. You made me happy… you make me happy.”

“I’ll always dance wi’ you doll.”

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[scekrex]

Consider chasing dick instead of pussy

prompt by @akiriyo

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language & implied sexual intimacy I guess

note: not beta read bc idc

You were completely zoned out, your hand was supporting your head so that it wouldn't slap down on the table.

It was yet another day of Adam complaining - seriously the guy was complaining more about his ex wives than you two were having a normal conversation about anything else. Because no matter what you were talking about, Adam somehow always found a way to talk about Lilith and Eve. And once started, his ranting could go on for hours, there were countless nights without sleep simply because the man wouldn't stop talking about his fucking cheating bitches of ex wives. And with every other sentence he then claimed that ‘he’s totally over it’ and that he doesn't need them anyways.

Fucking bullshit.

“Yo, are you even listening, bitch?” the first man asked all of a sudden, fingers snapping in front of your face to get your attention.

“You should've dated a fucking guy instead of these bitches, y’know. All fucking day you keep complaining about how awful they were, how they cheated on you with Lucifer, how they betrayed you and how you'll never be able to get into a healthy relationship with a woman ever again because of those two cunts. Well then fucking quit chasing after pussy and try dick, you fucking idiot.” In all honesty? You really didn't know where that came from nor were you sure if Adam had been able to understand you because of how fast you were talking but by God it felt good. 

Because for once there was silence. Pure, blissful silence.

“What?” was all that came from your counterpart. His golden eyes were widened, confusion was written all over his face and he seemed truly taken aback. You simply huffed, now that you had started it, you might've might as well finish it.

“Y’know all I hear from you lately is ‘That whore Lilith did this’ and ‘Fuckin cheating cunt Eve did that' fucking quit it already and date guys. If you would've looked at me back in Eden for once, just fucking once, you would've been able to save yourself a lot of trouble. But instead you were chasing bitches that were rather bouncing on fucking Lucifer's dick than yours.”

His expression changed, confusion was replaced with realization and you just thanked God that this man seemed to have enough of his brain left to catch on to what you were saying.

“Fuck, you-” the brunette started. He had sure been expecting something but this? This wasn't something he had been noticing, not until you brought it up that was. “You were visiting Eden because of me?”

“Ding, ding, full points. You want a fucking trophy for being able to follow my words?” you bit back, slightly annoyed by his oblivion. Had Adam really been that blind to not notice the ways you've been staring at him a little longer than friends did? That you were always there for him, no matter how late, no matter what?

Adam's expression soured slightly at your choice of words and he shot a quick “Fuck you” your way. “You could've just fucking said so y’know.” Another huff escaped you as you got up from the chair you were sitting on to be on eye level with him - Adam was still sitting on the chair across the small table. “I could've just said so? Are you kidding? I've been fucking trying to but every time I tried you brought up your ex whores.”

Adam was silent again, he did nothing but to simply look you in the eyes.

That was until he grabbed you by the collar of your robe and pulled you in roughly. You stumbled slightly forwards, your knees hitting against his as your arm shot towards the backrest of the chair Adam was sitting on in order to not collapse on top of him. And then his lips brushed against yours, harshly and firm, far from soft and lovingly. One of his hands wandered to your neck, he made sure you wouldn't pull away too soon. But you weren't thinking about ending the kiss, you had been waiting for thousands of years for this to happen.

Adam parted his legs to pull you in closer, your chest was now flush against his and his hand that had been gripping your collar just moments ago was now on your ass.

And all you were able to think about was that you now had an effective method to shut Adam up properly.

[wingedhallows]

a little jealousy; sirius black

pairing: sirius black x reader | 0.9k words plot: fighting is normal but, making up is just as important. authors note: i hope u like this little something

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You hated this, the quiet. His hand would be around you, on your thigh, on your arms, his body flush against you, his voice blurring everything out. You missed him.

He avoided you, you had fought after all, over something stupid, you now realized. 

“That’s ridiculous.” He laughed as he turned his back to you. The surring anger inside your chest rose only further.

“So you think it’s ridiculous that I’m angry because Melanie fucking Primrose was hitting on you while I stood right fuckin’ next to you?!”

He brushed a hand over his face before he pushed a cigarette between his lips. He didn’t look at you, brushed your issue away like it wasn’t one at all.

“Sirius, look at me when I’m speaking to you.” He eyed you, blowing some smoke from his lips, mouth in a scowl.

“Sirius!” Your hand on his upper arm before he shrugged it off, his eyebrows drawn together.

“Back off, Y/N.” He blew some more smoke before he stepped away from you. He took his jacket and shrugged it on.

“Actin’ like my goddamn mother.”

You huffed in disbelief.

“You didn’t just compare me to your abusive, awful mother.” Your chest felt tight, your hands were icy cold.

“Oh please, you’re just like her. I can’t even stand the sight of you right now.”

He took a drag of his cigarette and walked past you, hitting your shoulder in the process.

You were still angry, livid even. He had compared you to his horrible mother, the woman you loathed for treating him like garbage. You’ve fought before, of course you did.

Every couple fights but never has he ever insulted you like this. Was that what he saw you like? As a woman so awful that he has to compare you to the woman who abused him for years on end?

 

“Why won’t you talk to him?” Lily’s hand rested on your arm, drink in hand. Reggie poured some more in your cup.

“Leave him be, he deserves to be miserable, to be honest.” You downed the insides of your cup before holding it out for the younger Black to fill it up again.

“You might want to slow down a bit or you’ll end up shit faced.” He commented before filling up the cup again. “James said he regrets acting like this.” Lily tried again but you shook your head.

“Why won’t he tell me then? If he regrets it so badly?” Reggie sighs and blows some smoke. “You’re acting childish.” You frowned at him, hands now crossed.

“You blew up in his face over something he didn’t even register and he compared you to our awful monster of a mother, I believe you’re kind of even.” 

You didn’t answer, you knew he was right. You watched Sirius glance at you before he took off to the balcony.

“Talk to him, apologize and please make up, I can’t take anymore of your weeping.” 

“Hi.” You tried, a cigarette in your mouth as you searched for a lighter. He was quicker and lit the cigarette for you. “Hello, love.” He said, putting his lighter away.

“I-”I’m” Both of you wanted to apologize, at the same time. A chuckle escaped the both of you as you stared ahead, the music buzzed behind you in a comforting manner.

“I wanted to apologize, I never should’ve said that to you. You’re nothing like my mother.” He paused and placed his hand in yours.

“You’re the most loving, beautiful and kindest woman I’ve ever known. I was angry and I spoke before thinking.” You nodded, taking a drag from your cigarette.

You turned to him, his hair fell over his eyes a bit, his eyes glassy. “I shouldn’t have made it such a big issue. I was jealous and let it out on you. I'm sorry.” He nodded, his thumb stroking your hand lovingly.

“I guess we’re both idiots.” You nodded and flicked your done cigarette off the balcony. Your hand found the back of his neck before you pulled him for a kiss.

“But if you let Melanie touch you like this once again I’m sneaking into your room at night and I’ll strangle you to death, got it?” 

His face stretched into a grin as he nodded, his eyes hooded. “Is that funny to you?” He chuckled as he placed a quick kiss on your lips.

“I kind of like you a little jealous.” You shook your head and grabbed for his cigarette, he let you.

“This is way more than just jealousy, I’m obsessed with you.” He tilted his head and grabbed your waist with his unoccupied arm, lips in a smile.

“I love you.” He whispered. You grabbed his face and placed a kiss on his lips.

“You’re mine, Sirius.” He nodded, your head on his chest. He placed a kiss on top of your head. “All yours, love.”

[oonajaeadira]

In honor of Catfish Day, may I ask a question? What is Frankie's best line of dialogue in TF? (also every time i consider deep and evocative world-building, i think about your stories and wanted you to know)

My Megan, my Cheese. You are a lovely soul, did you know???

I will admit that I've only watched Triple Frontier the once, but of course "We gotta fly over the fuckin' Andes, man!" is iconic.

This movie was what I VERY LOVINGLY call "Bro Fare" and is full of boys-being-boys, full of drugs and violence and military and bad decisions. And while I applaud the fact that it kept me gripping the back of the couch in a half escape, afraid for all of them and what could go wrong next, it wasn't really my kind of movie.

And now I'm gonna say something that may raise some hackles around here....other than Pedro and Oscar, I don't really remember the other characters. I know a lot of folks like Garrett or don't like Ben or whatever, but at the end of the day, I felt like the other three dudes were just playing your run of the mill military dudes.

But Oscar's Santi had a LOT of subtext. He was fighting against blaming himself for anything that happened because he called them all there and he didn't want to drown in it before they were out. There was a morally grey center to all of them, but I really feel like Oscar did an amazing job holding down the one that was the furthest from the light even if he was also trying desperately to protect them all. (Come after me if you want to say Tom was the worst, but that guy was just a damaged idiot. He's almost not even on the same scale.)

And on the flip side, I was amazed at the choices Pedro made to play the opposite end of the scale. You give a man a role like this, most of them are gonna play the military bro. These boys have seen service and it's easy to just play that stereotype (which, sorry, is what I felt the other three kinda did.) But Frankie is almost too soft of a heart to be there. His personality doesn't scream military in the Hollywood sense...because Pedro made a conscious choice not to play it. Any chance he could have swung into macho, he went the opposite direction, and listening to his lines and imagining how they are, flat on the page in a script, that role could have easily become that. He actually read his lines and found a different Frankie under them, chose to play someone who made bad choices and regretted them because he'd hurt people he loved with those choices. He isn't the loudest of the bunch, he's more a wallflower in the group because he's there to support, not be supported by them. And when Pedro asked himself, why does this man say yes to this with so much on the line? His answer was obviously love. He loves his brothers. He's at the fight not because he loves the fight but because he loves his friend. He hates saying no to Santi when he's asked to go because he doesn't want to disappoint his friend and you can see it in how he pussyfoots around his (very valid and nothing to be ashamed about) excuse. He ultimately says yes out of love and loyalty even if it hurts himself, even if it turns him back into the monster he wish he never was and Pedro made that choice to make it make sense to himself. And then he played THAT guy.

I love Pedro just as much as the rest of you, but I make a living in the theater and beyond his looks and his killer personality, I respect Pedro's acting chops and his choices and his deliveries so very very very much. I'm wowed by him on a nerrrrrrdily technical level. It's what drew me to him in the first place--when Din took off his helmet and told Grogu it would be alright and barely held it together, when this big tough warrior showed his face and that actor was not afraid to show that emotions in no way weakened his strength and could exist in a warrior in harmony, I was like WHAT IS THIS FRESH CHOICE WHO IS THIS FUCKING AMAZING ACTOR AND WHAT ELSE OF HIS SHIT DO I NEED TO WATCH NOW.

And now I can't unsee it. I love falling in love with his characters because they are so multi-dimensional, so nuanced, so real because he does the work and makes good choices. Every time a new role shows up, I'm a true Gemini: one half of my brain is squealing like a little girl because dur dur pretty Pedro boy and the other half is squealing like a little girl because OH MY GOD THAT'S A FKN AMAZING READ WHERE DID THAT CHOICE COME FROM.

He's amazing. And what makes Frankie amazing to me is all the easy choices he turned away from and yet made the harder ones look like childsplay.

[ut-obsession]

Underverse is getting discontinued due to harassment and hate form the toxic parts of the utmv community

Before I continue, this is a rant and I will swear! So yeah, if you don’t like that, scroll by, or read it anyway.

ANYWAYS

I’m just going to say that’s fucked up like no animator or any undertale fan should have to step back from what they love because some IDIOT doesn’t like it. You don’t like it? Move on.

I seriously can’t understand why there’s so much toxicity. Like come on. It’s not hard to just bite your tongue and not go harass a creator.

What Jakei created is something that they worked extremely hard on. I mean they animated fuckin FATAL ERROR. Like that’s just insane. But still these people can’t even appreciate that?

And just in general, the utmv is something so many people contribute to and love, and there are so many amazing and beautiful things people created in it. Should we really be casting aside the creations they lovingly made because someone doesn’t like it?

I hope that Jakei can find some peace after 0.8 is published. Wishing them the best, and some rest since I know they had to deal with some health issues during the creation of underverse. I’ll miss counting the days until the next episode, but I really hope that Jakei can really get some rest. And NyxTheSheild for working so hard on the soundtrack.

I always hate when artists get this shit for someone not liking it. I’m always saying how the utmv and undertale community in general is pretty casual and appreciative of the game and fan made things, but this is a look into the toxicity in every single fandom out there. Even a game about kindness and mercy still has toxic people in its community.

What’s worse is I already know it’s too hard to stop this without a huge fight, and I don’t know if I can be the one to start it, but I do hope Jakei having to quit over toxicity can bring more attention to a major issue in not only the fandom but society as a whole.

In my own attempt to start actually working towards a kinder community, if you make a similar post or reblog this, use #end toxicity. If it’s trending, maybe something will start. Maybe not. Can’t say for sure. And I know this could flop anyway.

[manic-sapphic]

ps fun fact about my use of idiot n dummy regarding my spop rants~

i actually actively try to remember avoiding calling anyone like sw or prime an idiot or dummy and use terms like moron or just straight up dumbass instead lol, cause tbh i see the others as actually being these truthfully very affectionate/endearing terms catra only has for adora. and i think i've def mentioned this in some previous posts - but it's actually a remark of such fucking love and understanding dude that i almost can't stand it.

it's the same as adora complaining (half-heartedly tbh) about catra being a stubborn brat, or the way she straight up pulls catra back from the edge of the ether in save the cat by voicing her admiration of the fact she's never listened to anyone in her life, so is she really gonna start now?

(ps, pls note the mirror of that statement in the heart pt 2 also: "you've never given up on anything in your life... not even on me. so don't you dare start now!") like killmeh rn dude if their love ain't right. cause tbh, i don't wanna live in a world where it's wrong lol.

cause yeah dude i mean, there are so many people who lovingly use these kinda terms of endearment as i think you'd call it. my ex used to call me goofus, for example. and i fuckin loved it lol. i ate that shit up tbh

[remuslupinsdaughter]

Molly Shelby

Chapter one

Ok so this is a fic from years ago that I’ve decided to sort of change up and develop, imagine Tommy Shelby had a daughter before he went to war, she’s around 12 now.

I have no idea where this is going but let’s find out where my silly little mind goes with it.

Molly hummed to herself as she brushed her hair, sitting cross legged in front of her mirror, she heard Polly shouting for her but she ignored it, “MOLLY MARTHA SHELBY IF I HAVE TO SHOUT ABOUT THIS HOUSE ONE MORE TIME” Polly yelled, Molly rolled her eyes and got up, running down the stairs and looking at her aunt Polly, “have you gone hard of hearing or are you stupid enough to ignore me?” She asked, Molly smirked and gave a small giggle, “sorry aunt pol I was brushing my hair takes a lot of concentration you know!” She said running off to the kitchen.

“Hi Frances!” Molly said and sat down at the table, “hi love can I get you anything?” Frances asked smiling lovingly at Molly, she’d cared for her since she was six years old and loved her as if she was her own, “could I get some tea? And some toast and jam?” Molly asked, Frances nodded and disappeared off to prepare it.

John and Arthur walked in the kitchen, “oh look who’s finally out of bed” John joked stealing a slice of her toast, “hey!” She shouted and went to hit him but Polly caught her hand, “how many times have we had this conversation, you don’t go starting fights you won’t win, especially physical ones, it’s not ladylike” she said sharply, Molly threw her hands up gesturing to John who was smirking and eating the toast he stole, “well it’s not very gentlemanly for him to steal a woman’s food!” Molly said, “you should know better than to think these idiots are anything near gentlemen” Polly said taking Mollys plate and handing it to Frances, “she’s right Mol’ were the fucking devil” John said and ran back out the kitchen before Polly could smack him upside the head.

Later that day Molly was sat in the living room at the desk doing some homework, Arthur was sat in the corner of the room with a drink, John entered, “fuckin’ hell you aren’t doing homework are you, you goodie two shoes” he teased throwing his cap on the desk, “shut up John” Polly said and Molly rolled her eyes and smiled carrying on with her homework.

The sound of a car caught Mollys attention making her look up, Tommy gave his coat to Frances and entered the living room, Molly smiled at him but he didn’t acknowledge her and instead walked straight to the whiskey and poured himself a drink, Molly sighed and rolled her eyes, carrying on with her homework.

Molly sighed frustratedly and crossed out yet another mistake, Tommy looked up from his whispered conversation with Arthur and John, “everything alright?” Tommy asked, Molly glared at him, “like you fucking care” she spat and slammed her book shut, storming out the room, Tommy got up to storm after her, “Tommy” Polly said as she watched him cross the room but her call fell on deaf ears, “Thomas” she said sharply making him stop, “what? I’m not letting my fucking daughter speak to me like that” he shouted loud enough so that Molly could hear him, “Thomas it’s two years since Graces funeral” she said, Tommy nodded, “I know” he said and left the room.

He opened the door to Mollys room, she was sat on the windowsill watching the rain, hugging her knees. She looked up at him as he walked in and went back to watching the rain, “do you know how to knock? I could’ve been changing you know” she mumbled, Tommy let out a chuckle and sat opposite her, “it’s been two years since Grace’s funeral, that what your shouting was about downstairs?” Tommy asked, his voice was stern but had a gentle tone. Molly nodded.

“Do you think she watches over us?” Molly asked, Tommy took a drag of his cigarette and looked at his daughter, she had his dark hair and piercing blue eyes, Molly avoided his intense gaze and played with her hands, “I hope she is, sometimes, I go to her grave after school and talk to her, tell her how Charles is, I told her about when he ran away from the nanny and was running around the house completely naked” Molly said letting out a small laugh as she talked, Tommy just watched and listened. “I miss her” Molly said sadly, “I know angel, I miss her too.�� It was rare Tommy was ever vulnerable, almost impossible even, but the grief he shared with his daughter over Graces death bonded them closer than ever, Grace was like a mother to Molly.

“She’d be very proud of you” Tommy said, Molly gave a small smile, wiping tears away, “maybe we should visit her together” Molly said, Tommy nodded, “if that’s what you’d like” he said, Molly smiled, then scrunched her nose up, “now get out of my room you’re making it stink of tobacco” she said playfully pushing him.

[mylovesstuffs]

*GIGGLES MANICALLY*

IM BAAAAAACKKKK DCJSKGDJW CELEEEESTE YOU FUCKIN CUTIE PIE 🥰 U SURPRISED ME ｡ﾟ( ﾟ^∀^ﾟ)ﾟ｡ imagine my shock opening up tumblr on a RANDOM monday only to see MY BAE in my asks 🥹🥹🥹🩷🩷🩷

WHEEEEE eheheh thank u ml 🥹 it took me a second to get used to short hair BUT im honestly rlly loving it now ٩(˘◡˘)۶ i can do rosè’s cute little panda buns!!! and they’re not obnoxiously large!!!!! yay!!! 😁 lowkey feel like a marvel character with my powerful hair mwahaha maybe that’s what i’ll tackle next 🤔 a marvel cosplay 🤔

and SHUT UPPP (lovingly) CELESTE YOUR HAIR DOES, IN FACT, LOOK INCREDIBLE!! the jeonghan energy has been CHANNELED and i’m so so so obsessed you’re so cute i am GOING to eat you hehehehe watch out <(￣︶￣)>

as for my plushies mwahaha i brought my favs! i have SOOO many more at home that didn’t fit in my bag, so i mainly brought my keychains. i have a woozi rice ball and pink jun kitty from tiktok shop (not jun biased, i just liked the kitty), tyudeongi (ateez has a plushie line, tyudeongi is yunho) keychain and full size plushie, and ddeongbyeoli (seonghwas representative plush) in both full size AND squishmallow size (perfect for cuddles!!)

i can’t pick favorites :( that would hurt their feelings!! honorable mention to my mini boba squish and bluey plush who also tag along 🙂‍↕️ i will say tho, i have some miniteen keychains coming soon and im SO EXCITED!!! specifically for my DoA 🥹🥹🥹🥹 i missed out on DK’s bear that was sold and im SO SAD but doa is my consolation (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

anywayyysssss i haven’t been active much BUT IM LOVING ALL UR NEW WORK 🥹🥹🥹🥹you eat, as always 🙂‍↕️ (´▽｀).。ｏ♡ we FINALLY had a nice day yesterday so i went with a couple friends to get food and ice cream and then to a playground where we walked around and did shenanigans hehe and i introduced them to HXW solo album (specifically stupid idiot) and they were VIBING if i do say 🙂‍↕️ i’ll make them kpop stans someday

i hope you’re doing well!! taking care of yourself, making time for YOU (esp with that nasty icky a1 shiat that was happening :( made me so sad for you and all caratblr) and smiling just a bit every day :D drink some water for me, and as always, stay safe!!

- 🫧

SCREAMS INTERNALLY (AND EXTERNALLY) YOU’RE BACKKKKKK—MY DAY HAS BEEN SAVEDDDDD

I’m so obsessed with you and your Marvel-era short hair you don’t even understand. Panda buns and cosplay omg BABE GO FOR IT, I will be in the front row cheering and sobbing.

Bahahaha, like I said, one day I'll probably start acting like Jeonghan too lmao

Also THE PLUSHIE COLLECTION IS SO GOOD!!! and omg Woozi rice ball and pink Jun kitty?? I haven't seen ateez plushes before since I don't stan them but now that I searched it up, omg, so adorable. You’re living my dream. I really wish to buy some svt plush but yk, I'm broke to even buy that lmfaooooo. I'm actually emotional at the idea of plushies having feelings and you not wanting to hurt them—YOU’RE SO PRECIOUS. And Miniteen keychains on the way oh god, DoA agenda WILL THRIVE

Also your lil outing sounds like the kind of day I dream about—playground shenanigans + ice cream + converting people to HXW/SVT stans

And awwhhh tysm for liking my stuffs 🥺

I’m doing better now, thanks to you [and some rest and meds and hydration; I did drink water, thank you nurse-bubble] Sending you the world’s best headpats and forehead kiss.

[redactahoe]

In celebration of the new guy audio here’s some honey and guy specific headcannons(tank is mentioned abunch though)

Tw:again hella unorganized, cussing, maybe some angst, mention of of abuse and neglect, fluff so fluffy it’ll rot your brain, i can’t spell or edit for shit

Srry for formatting issues, I’m writing this on mobile

Honey grew up in a shit home with tank as their older sibling and only care taker, their mother was incredibly sickly and wasn’t given proper medical care until honey, tank, and their dying mother ran away from Washington to daliha after somehow getting Gabe’s number and leaving a mysterious ass message to look out for a 14y/o(tank) and 9y/o with their half dead mom on sled in the middle of winter

Honey and tank grew up in a cult like environment with a small ‘settlement’ of people in the middle of bum fuck nowhere Washington, with honey and tank living the farthest in the woods. To far for them to talk to anyone other than each other and their parents

Honeys father was neglectful and possessive of their mother, so he would often hurt honey and tank(tank mostly) for taking their mothers attention away from their father

After they moved to daliha, instead of spending the holidays with the pack, they spent it in the hospital with their mama until she finally was able to leave when honey was 16 and tank was 19, but anyways this is how honey first met guy

Guys family (including himself)was and still is incredibly accident prone and got himself a trip the to the hospital cause his dad fell of the roof trying to put up Christmas lights, guy was bored in the waiting room while honey was two chairs away from him waiting for tank to fill out hospitals papers(idk wtf I’m talkin about) and guy decided there and then that they were the love of his life….. I’m kidding, they’re like 15 kinda

Guy struck a conversation with a reluctant honey but they end up hitting it off really well. Though all good things come to an end and honey had to go visit mama and thought that was the last time they would see that cute(tanker teases them endlessly for this one) guy….

That is until when school is back in session and they find out they have like 3 classes with him

Guy doesn’t find out why honey was at the hospital until years later and their pretty deep in their relationship that honey tells him

On less angsty note honey is a very large wolf shifter(slot like tank, it runs in the family apparently) with an affinity to healing magic

When guy is told/finds out about the whole magic thing he is elated at the idea that honey can get even cuddlier and give him magic boo boo kisses(they vehemently deny the notion)

When guy met the pack David,Milo,asher, and tank gave him the some shovel talk put in their own ways. Guy was scared shitless but honey ended up defending their lovable idiot

At said pack meeting guy and angel have a spider man meme moment and david and angel shared the same “oh god there’s two of them now”. Lovingly though

Guy know how to cook two things and two things exclusively, and that’s pizza (obviously) and box Mac n cheese but honey is the chef in the relationship.

Honey is mixed Romanian and spanish and use to spend a lot time in kitchen with mama and tank so honey knows how to cook

Honey works out a lot as an outlet for all the trauma and anger issues so their pretty beefy and guy fuckin loves it

Guy is almost always the little spoon but whenever honey is having a bad day or feels like it they’ll let him be the big spoon

Honey is secretly super cuddly but only with the people they trust

Guy is scrawny af

Guy can’t take much seriously but the first time honey had a bad day while they were just roommates, it was the first time guy got seriously with honey, he was so gentle though.

[streamdotpng]

Enid tries to not take scenes too seriously while filming. Her whole thing is being a good actress, someone who can give it their all, not take it heart, make it feel real.

But fuck. It hurt to pretend fight with Wednesday. It hurt to shout at and be shouted at, it hurt to see Wednesday's face tighten and constrict with well-fsked anger.

It hurts.

She tries hard to hide it- very hard, and very well.

She's a good actress. She hides it. She doesn't want Wednesday to think she can't take it. They're so far into filming! A replacement now could push this project back months or even years!

She tries extra hard to push it down at home. Don't bring work home, happy wife, happy life, all that good stuff.

But one day it just hits.

It was so small. Enid wasn't watching where she was going and hit a doorframe and Wednesday was there and called her an idiot with that fond tone but Wednesday also called her an idiot during a shoot earlier and it felt real and-

She bawls. Wails. Breaks down in the entrance of their shared kitchen.

Wednesday's got a hand in her hair, another rubbing her ribs and it helps but also doesn't but it does-

Enid cries for a good while. The sun was nearing it's drip over the skyline, and by the time she's done, the sky's gone black.

It's nearing winter. Maybe she isn't as pathetic as she thinks she is.

"Dear," Wednesday starts, soft voiced in a way only Enid is privy to. "Are you alright? Do you wish to talk?"

"You yelled at me." It's all she can muster, meager and weak and pathetic.

She's pathetic.

"When, Cara Mia? I never mean to raise my voice."

"Durin' the fuckin'- the- the shoot. Part of the shoot. It was part of the shoot, part of the shoot, part of the shoot, part of the shoot, part of t-"

"Enid." Wednesday's voice has a finality to it. A sturdiness. "I understand you are distressed. But breathe, sweetheart."

Enid hadn't even realized she'd stopped breathing or that her claws were out or she'd been scratching her arms bloody.

"Right, right, right yup, you're ri- correct. I need to breath."

"You need to breath." Wednesday parrots.

They sit sit for a bit. A few moments. Minutes, maybe. Wednesday's thumb rubs circles into her forearm, the other hand placed lovingly on her cheek, cupping it warmly.

Loving.

"I know you didn't mean it," Enid starts, careful and slow and shaky and hurt, "but you yelled during the scene earlier -and it's part of the fucking script- but you sounded so mad-" tears in her fucking eyes like she's a fucking child.

"My wolf," Wednesday wipes the tears before they fall and it's such a tender action it makes Enid cry just a little harder. "I.."

She kisses Enid's forehead quietly, brushes her bangs back.

"I'm sorry. I meant nothing of the anger I gave you. It was fake."

"I know!-" Enid sobs, and her body rattles with it, "but it -fuck- it felt real!"

She takes a big breath to calm herself. Swallows air and spit and hurt.

"I know you never meant it- always give me kisses to make up for it, but you sound so convincing and it hurts so bad. I didn’t want to say anything because I didn't wanna hurt you or make you feel bad or like you had to delay or end the movie just because of me!"

She pants.

"It makes me feel like shit because both our characters have good points and it feels like we're having a real fight. It makes this part of me feel like our relationship is on the rocks and about to end and i want to break down and cry because of it."

Wednesday holds her.

It helps.

It's real.

"We're taking a break." No room for argument in her voice. Enid swallows. It's just spit she swallows now.

"A couple of weeks, maybe 3 or 4 if you need- and you will not lie."

"Okay. Okay." It's the first time in a few weeks she feels like she can breath unrestricted.

"Okay."

(Apologies if this isn't lore correct all the way through- I'm still new to your blog and AUs and what-not.)

man anon, you got me teary and shit. This is amazing! its totally alright for stuff to not be lore correct, i'll prob just offhandedly mention it but this is definitely how i'd do it too

i love it so much, just the way enid tends to shoulder things and just how willing Wednesday is to help her through it

its amazing man 😥you write them so well

[einsteinsugly]

2007. Ringing a Stupid Little Bell.

Eric: Okay, Leah taught me how to get ringtones for my phone, so there's now a song for each of you. *Lovingly, to Donna* "I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing", by the wonderful Aerosmith.

Donna groans.

Eric: Hyde, "Hide and Seek" by Imogen Heap. *Proudly* Leah showed me that one.

Hyde (groaning): You fuckin' dork.

Eric (with wild gestures): Don't make me change it to "What a Fool Believes" by The Doobie Brothers. *To Jackie* The one, the only, the Imperial freaking March! I know it holds a lot of memories...

Jackie (groaning): Uh huh.

Eric: Fez, in a similar vein, "Fame" by Irene Cara.

Fez (clapping his hands): Ooh.

Eric: And Kelso. "American Idiot" by Green Day.

The gang, minus Kelso, bursts into laughter.

Kelso: Uh!

Eric (proudly): I was inspired by my wonderful daughter, whose taste is often impeccable...

Jackie: Her ringtone for you is "White and Nerdy."

Eric (hand on his heart): I take that as a badge of honor.

[orangetintedglasses]

The commotion split the room almost equally into two camps: the camp of people trying to deal with the problem at the door, and the other camp of panicked scientists desperately trying to figure out what to do if their precious subject managed to get loose-- to which some brilliant mind had figured 'jack up the gas way too high' was apparently the way to go.

It was... a mess, frankly. The room lacked anything to really even try to barricade the door with effectively (though at least one or two people did still make an effort to try) while others were arguing on who was more important in their vicious little circle, and who could be thrown to the wolves once they burst through the door. The younger man with the mustache tried once more to save what shreds of humanity he seemed to want to cling to and dove for the idiot on the gas, trying to claw him off of the machine, but the man wasn't letting go anytime soon-- just as willing to bite and kick and scratch to keep anyone else eager to absolve themselves away.

He'll kill us! Shred us like goddamn paper if we let him! This is the only way! By suffocating him?!

Karma had a bit of a different idea in mind, though, as the power flickered again-- hiccupped just long enough for all the fancy machines in the room to power down for a few agonizingly long moments, before everything was brought back to life with that familiar, haunting hum.

Including those pesky door locks.

It took a few seconds, sure, but with enough power restored, the doors flew wide open, and in poured the cavalry... or at least, what was currently left of it. But that still was a good handful of men armed with batons and tasers... and Brad, barreling forward and taking no more than maybe a quarter of a second to scan the room before he knew where he needed to be.

Anders, with me! Everyone else: knock down the freaks!

If any of the doctors took particular offense to that order, none of the security team seemed to care; anyone stupid enough to try and make a break for it received quite a harsh reprimand in the form of a baton to wherever it'd hurt the most within reach; Brad lovingly shoulder-checked anyone who might've tried to offer him any criticism or resistance. He wasn't exactly in the mood to deal with it, not with someone familiar in his sights and in obvious peril. He could damn near smell the gas as he stopped at the table, and with an irritated grunt, lifted Wolfwood's head off the metal table. He wasted no time in being careful, either-- yanking the mask from his face, even if that still left him cradling the back of the younger man's skull in one large hand.

"Fuckin' psychos really tried to pull this shit on my ship-- kid--" a snap, loud and sharp, trying to draw focus. Lacking any sort of medical knowhow (or bedside manner), Brad just opted to grab for the undertaker's face, rapidly patting to try and get his attention, look up, anything to make sure he wasn't fucking dead-- "shit, shit, shit-- c'mon, brat, hang in there and get a couple breaths in, we can't get you outta here if you're dead--"

This man is the one that dies first. To attempt to have any shred of humanity while in his position, while he's like this... fury glows behind his eyes, like a fire has been lit once again. It's bubbling, slowly and slowly like a trickle of water. Whatever he's breathing in is attempting to bite the rage at the bud—but Wolfwood won't have it. Again, he writhes, slamming against the table while all the staff prepare for whatever they're planning to do—

The lights. The shouting—someone is actually... someone is actually fucking here to save him. Maybe not here to save him, but if he gets out then he can save Vash. They can save Vash.

"Fuck! You—knock the subject out again, if he gets out we're all—"

More shouting.

Someone turns a dial up on his air supply. Despite the excitement, he begins to feel more and more numb. Fingers, then limbs... he's so Goddamn close...

'Woozy...'

Stay awake. He has to... stay awake. Someone has to remove this damn mask.

The thrashing stops. He doesn't have the energy.

"What did you—if you turn that dial up that much then he'll die! What part of alive don't you understand!?"

It sounds like people are almost through the door. Wolfwood isn't sure if they're here in time, maybe they'll be here in time to find Vash...