#good for you but baaaad news for others

[harmonysanreads]

More thoughts from my Yandere Vampire Alhaitham AU because he refuses to leave my head.

Vampire!Alhaitham who has read all 30 volumes of ‘How To Win Your Human's Heart’ and has made detailed notes from his direct observation and experiments. He seeks guidance from books and documents old and new to better understand you and by extension, know what'll keep you pleased and docile. When you find out about this and point out all the inaccuracies and misconceptions of that series, he's ready to cancel the writer with a detailed list of every mistake they have ever made (in their life).

Vampire!Alhaitham who lets you practice any of your hobbies (you have to ask him sweetly of course) even if they appear useless to him. He lingers around when you think he's not, enjoying the view of your happy face for hours.

Vampire!Alhaitham who is fascinated by the difference of your hands, he'll get lost just staring at them, thinking about who knows what until you have to literally shake him to reality.

Vampire!Alhaitham who loves to read while having you on his lap—no, it's a necessity for him and no amount of squirming will get you out of his hold.

Vampire!Alhaitham who won't drink your blood without your full consent because, unlike usual Alhaitham, he doesn't want to hurt you.

[mrderondncefloor]

“anything? that right?”

old!logan howlett x f!reader

summary: you end up in logan’s shop with an oil leak and can’t afford to pay him

wc: 2.3k (i’m in hell the brain rot is BAAAAD)

authors note: plot is very cliche like ik eat me. while writing this i took a break and got an edit of logan to tulsa jesus freak. yes i’ve lost my sanity. also i don’t know shit about shit with cars so yea

warnings/tags: MDNI. dubcon. unspecified age gap. logan is a little mean?? reader has no description besides hair long enough for logan to grab, wearing short skirt. logan grabs readers face. hair pulling. big dick logan (canon). pussy pronouns. spanking. throat fucking. degrading. tears. dirty talk. pet names. daddy kink. fingering. aggressive sex. unprotected sex (wrap it up). cream pie. orgasm denial.

your type doesn’t frequent this place, the auto shop on the edge of a town that’s seen better days. most of logan’s customers he’s had for years, he’d grown used to the faces that come through the shop, greeting people on a first name basis at this point in his career. like hell did he ever expect you. you, who stood behind him when he’s hunched down, working beneath the hood of a truck. he didn’t hear you coming, the radio on his workbench drowning out the sound of your footsteps. “shit,” he hissed, peeling back from the piece of shit he’d spent his afternoon working away at, white beater stained with oil and god knows what else. he paused abruptly when he finally noticed you, drawing in a slow breath. if he didn’t have enough on his plate, here you are. a pretty, young thing. in the thick of the summer you’re hardly dressed in much at all, a little top and a short skirt. “ain’t hear you come in,” the clear of his throat echoes off the walls as he walked towards his bench, wiping his hands with a greased up towel. “can i do for you?” his teeth clamp down on the toothpick stuck out his mouth, an oral fixation to try and keep his mind off smoking while on the job. it hardly worked for shit, nicotine always in the back of his mind. the radio gradually softens, pair of glasses pulled onto the bridge of his nose. “think i have an oil leak?” you sound unsure of it, logan nods, scribbling it down onto a forum he kept for his records. “bring ‘er in. take a look,” his boots thud quietly across the floor, walking past you to pull open the garage door. the wiring had gone out a couple months ago and he’s yet to get around to fixing it, muscles straining as he pulled the door up an over his head. he watched you pull your car in, sighing as you stepped back out. “well.. ain’t even have to look. engine sounds like shit, definitely a leak. i’ll pop underneath anyway, see f’somethin’s loose or if it’s a crack.” he nodded, wheeling his creeper out from beneath the bench with his foot. he tries not to groan as he sunk to the floor, his body too old for this shit. he pushes himself up underneath the car, brow knit in a tight furrow as he took a look around to access the problem. “oil pan has a crack, s’pretty fuckin’ bad. i can change it out for you, take me an hour.. hour an a half at most.” he nods, sat upright, an elbow propped against his bent knee. your expression flashes with annoyance and he thought to himself that you looked like a fucking brat, but god damn did you wear it so well. he fights back with the corner of his lips that threatens to tug up.

logan gathered up what he needed, not paying you any mind as you’re left with not much other choice but to sit and wait for him to finish on your car. dressed like this he figured you had better places to be, but he didn’t give a fuck. you came to him, and the way he saw it was your choices were limited to accepting the help and learning some patience or ruining your car. he’s good at the work he does, it’s why he has so many loyal customers, why he’s been in business so long. he could’ve given you some grief for the look you gave him when he told you about the wait- and he still might. “she’s good as new.” he nodded, sliding out from beneath the car with your cracked oil pan. his chest is slick with sweat, glistening under the dull lighting. he brushed his dirty hands against the thighs of his jeans as he stood, tossing your old cracked pan into the trash as he approached his work bench again, quickly jotting down the work that he’d done. “s’goin’ to be.. nine hundred fifty three. s’for the replacement, fresh oil and that god damn look you gave me earlier.” he nods, dropping the clipboard onto the desk. “take cash or card.” his arms cross over his broad torso, forehead creasing as his brow sunk in. “this is a joke, right?” you ask, scoffing out a laugh as you look up at him though his expression doesn’t let up, unamused. “do i look like m’makin’ a fuckin’ joke, sweetheart?” his jaw is clamped tight, his tone flat, serious. “you can’t charge me for a look?” “i can charge you whatever the hell i feel like. i had other shit goin’ on.. could’ve made you wait a hell of a lot longer.” you scoff out in disbelief at him, shaking your head. “i don’t have nine hundred dollars.” you finally admit and logan’s head dropped forward, a low chuckle coming from his lips. when you didn’t pull out a card he knew this shit was going happen. he saw right through you. “alright so.. let me get this straight, sweetheart. you came here for me to look at your car knowin’ you didn’t have the god damn money to pay for it? is that right?” he lacks sympathy for you, pretty as you were you had another thing coming if you thought you were going to pull a fast one on him. “i might be old, girl, but i ain’t no fuckin’ fool. i tell you what.. no money, no fuckin’ keys.” his voice is low, your keys dangled around his finger and he shoves them down into his pocket. he walks away from you, too god damn angry to be stood in front of you, having wasted enough time on you already. “please, you don’t understand.. i need my car. i can pay you what i have right now and bring you the rest next week, please.” you beg, coming up behind him where he’s hunched over again beneath the hood of someone else’s vehicle, the same one he’d been working on when you arrived. “ain’t my god damn problem.” he muttered, biceps flexing beneath his tanned skin as he tightened a bolt in place. “i’ll do anything.” you plea again and logan slowly stops what he’s doing, looking down at the truck battery he was working at. he sighed loudly, recomposing himself as he peeled back from the truck, walking towards the garage door. he reached up, muscles flexing across his back as he pulled the door shut, closing off the inside of his shop from the street view.

“anything? that right?” he’s standing before you now, looking down at your shorter frame. “anything.”* you repeat in a whisper. he drew in a slow, deep breath as your palm slid over the front of his dirty jeans, stepping closer into you until you’re tucked between him and the truck. he groans when your squeeze your palm around him through the denim, your lips curling up to a sinisterly sweet smile when you tug at his belt. he grabs your face hard, lips puffed out slightly when he pulled you in for a kiss. it’s sloppy, his tongue lapping across your lips before dipping into your mouth, an anger filled hunger. he’s pissed off, but you’re pretty enough that he’d be willing to accept your throat as some sort of payment. he looks down at you as you pull back from his kiss, sinking to your knees. he appreciates that you had no issue getting to the point. “i reckon you must’ve been thinkin’ about this the entire time, sweetheart.” logan mused as you grabbed his cock out from inside his jeans, moaning at the sight of him. “bet you ain’t ever seen a cock that big huh, girl?” the palm of his hand pets against the back of your head as you stroke him slowly, his shaft filling out your small palm. “hands behind your back.” he nods slowly, gathering your hair into his fist, holding the back of your head with a tight grasp. he taps the weight of his cock against your tongue before he lays his base flat against you, slowly pulling his hips back as your warm tongue licked over the veins that protrude from tightened foreskin. “nice an wide.” he mutters, feeding the head of his cock into your mouth, a grunt parting his lips when he brushed the back of your throat. god damn. “you’re goin’ to sit here and take it like a champ. reckon you ought’a think about havin’ my god damn money next time. stupid girl.” he warned you before his hips draw back and roll forward, pushing the length of his cock down the curve of your throat. it’s lewd, the repeated squelch of your throat as he pushes himself inside again and again. “should’a known you’d be this big of a slut when i saw you. cute little fuckin’ outfit, barely wearin’ anythin’ at all. just knew how to get an old man goin’.” he grunts, unbothered by the tears that have begun to roll over your cheeks. he’s selfish, using your throat to his advantage, balls slapping the underside of your chin. the cute outfit you’d turned up in ruined by your own slop of saliva as it dribbled out the corners of your mouth. “good fuckin’ girl. payin’ off every fuckin’ dollar.” his skin is slick with sweat, head lulling back against his shoulders, blinded by the dull white light above him. your throat is exactly what he needed at the end of a shitty week, and he had no shame in taking out his stress on you, sure you wouldn’t be forgetting him anytime soon.

when he finally lets up you choke out a cough, spit strung between his soaked cock and your mouth, breathing hard as you look up at him with watery eyes. still, you come chasing for more, hands sat on his denim clad thighs as you licked your tongue along his cock, gasping in a breath of air before you took him back into your throat, craving the feeling once more. “fuck’n hell.. look at you. must really need that god damn car, huh?” his fingers move into your hair again, yanking your mouth back off his cock so he could pull you up from the floor. “ain’t that right, princess? you’d do anythin’ for those keys back, huh?” “yes, daddy.” you choke out and what patience logan had left snaps, swiftly turning you around by the hold he has on your hair. he lifts the skirt up over the swell of your ass, palm of his hand roughly swatting against. you. once, twice, three times. your cheeks are stained red as your legs tremble, impatiently waiting for him to give you more. “let me see ‘er.” logan nods, bent over you and he pulled your panties to the side, spreading your cheeks so he had a perfect view of both holes, your pussy slick with your own arousal.

“you like gettin’ treated like a slut.” he acknowledged, spitting against his fingers before he brings them to your pussy, fingertips swirling your clit before he pressed two long fingers into your core, free hand wrapped around your throat. he stroked his fingers slowly at first but gained speed as your arousal coated him, making it easier for him to plunge his fingers into your tight hole, biceps flexing with each stroke of his fingers, feeling out the warmth of your walls, infatuated with the way your pussy sucks his fingers back in. he grins at the gasp you take in when he replaces his fingers with the head of his cock, pushing yourself up straighter as he sunk himself deep into your pussy. “daddy,” you softly grab at the hand he has around the middle of your throat, moaning as his chest presses up against your back. “you ever been stretched out this good before?” he asks beside your ear, breathing out a quiet laugh when you shake your head no. he grabs your face again, pulling your lips back to his when he fucks into you, hard strokes that press your hips against the grill of the truck, sure to leave you with bruises in days following. he swallows the moans you cry out, roughly driving his hips into yours. he’s unrelenting, giving himself to you hard the way you deserve it, the way you so evidently love it. it’s been a long god damn time since he had pussy this good, and fuck was he obsessed with yours, cursing himself for fixing the troubles your car had given you instead of giving you the run around to keep you coming back for more. hell, with the way you’re fucking yourself back onto his cock you just might anyway. “you’re going to make me cum, daddy,” you choke out, and he grabs at your hips, pulling him deeper into your sopping cunt. “that right? this ain’t even about you, princess. this was for me, remember? who says you’re allowed to cum?” he is brow furrows, getting a rise out of the way you while beneath him, small hands grabbing at the truck. “please, i know it’s not about me but please let me cum, daddy.” you whine, legs trembling beneath you, threatening to cave under your weight. he doesn’t respond, just fucking into your stretched core while you beg him to cum again and again. he ignored you until he spilled first, filling you with thick ropes of his cum, hips flush against yours so you take every drop deep inside. “you want to cum now, sweetheart?” he asked and you nod, rocking your hips back against him as your chase your own high.

needless to say, logan was more than willing to return your keys. and you.. well you might purposefully pop a tire soon.

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Yandere Raiden x reader x Yandere Fujin? Or feed my delusional mind with just Yandere mk men x reader- with that harem “no she’s mine! Not yours!”

“Alright, men please listen up. Y/N can only choose one of us..which means you all will have to die.”

A/N: I love a delusional queen from infinity to infinityyyyyy. MHMM OFC!!! Anything for my delusional friends…I didn’t have Raiden in this one because I’m going to give you some good stuff in a separate post. I have Raiden and Fujin fighting for you in that. Plus a bonus;) this has been my favorite request so far.

Warnings: Johnny cage💀, Yandere/Toxic Themes, mentions of stalking, harassment, violence, a bit suggestive???

Requests: open 24/7

Masterlist

Let’s be real, the mk men are perpetually thirsty. Actually all the characters are to be honest. Did you hear the flirty dialogue?? Even the keeper is trying to get some of that action.

So really it’s no shocker that you, the new fighter, have all the attention from them.

Johnny is undoubtedly the first to strike. He may be an older man now but damn, you make him feel like he’s 20 again. He just cannot control making some kind of flirtatious comment when he sees you walk by.

“Woah, woah, woah, now sweetheart. I think you and I should have a nice long conversation. Get to know each other a little…or a lot…dealers choice.” ;)

Yeahh he doesn’t care that he has a kid and a mortgage. Cassie is grown now and Sonya doesn’t want him anymore…so free game, baby.

His eyes are hungry and he barely can hold himself back from pouncing on you—

Liu Kang and Kung Lao see this and apologize for his behavior towards you. They introduced themselves and of course did their absolute best to make you feel at home.

Don’t let this fool you though, those are some sinful monks. They are no better than Johnny and they want you real baaaad.

“So, Y/N. What is your skill set? Wait. Let me guess, you use beauty essence to trap your opponent in a daze before knocking them out?”

Liu Kang jabs Kung Lao in the stomach with his elbow, before speaking to you.

“I’m sorry for these two. You are very beautiful but please know we are just as excited to train with you as we would anyone else. Anytime you’d like to spar, please, don’t hesitate to find me.”

Ahh he’s so damn slick…he just wants a reason to pin you downnnn

“Hey! Liu Kang don’t you mean us? We all would like to train with you darling~. Some people like to fight over in the courtyard but if you’d like I have a very special place called, me casa.”

“I would also like to train with you…in the courtyard of course. I mean unless you prefer—“

“Thanks? Umm..I appreciate all of your….offers. I’m supposed to actually meet with Raiden, I’m just a little lost. Have you guys—-“

Before you could even finish your sentence all three of them bombarded you with offers and began fighting over each other, debating who actually knows how to find Lord Raiden the best.

“Uhh—“

That pretty much sets the tone for how everyone acts around you.

By a month or so into you being here, everyone knows about you. Especially the men. You’re all they talk about.

At first it was simply chatter about you being a new kombatant for earthrealm and of course mentions of your beauty.

But since learning more about and becoming closer with you, the little infatuations have turned into full blown obsessions.

No one can seem to get enough of you, even the grand masters have trouble focusing when you’re around. Hanzo and Kai Liang may disagree on many things but you are one of the few things they can get behind.

They are both trying to recruit you to their different clans so they can be fully entitled to you.

Scorpion wants extreme control over you, he wants to shape you into the perfect companion. He wants you to be just as poised as his wife once was. You already have her beauty so just let him perfect you.

Sub-Zero wants you to become his equal. What he failed to do with Frost, he will make up with you. How more beautiful you’d become if only your heart was frozen over.

Either one will stop at nothing to have you. A trophy they could boast over. For a second you ended a centuries-long feud, both agreeing on your excellence…only for it to start all over again for who is more worthy to own you.

This isn’t isolated to just them, all the men are fighting for your attention. Arguing about who you actually belong to, bragging about how much attention they got from you, and comparing it to each other. Don’t get me started on that. Mk men are so needy for your attention. Whenever they can’t get it, they resort to other ways.

Johnny is such a filthy pervert. You don’t wanna give him the time of day? Fine, he’ll take matters into his own hands.

He’s your very own paparazzi, you should be grateful that he’s taking this many pictures of you. You’re the first and only.

It doesn’t matter that he’s doing it without your consent or knowledge…. He’ll jump into the flesh pits if that meant getting the perfect shot of you…let him have this.

He refuses to share these with the other guys, it’s just for him. Over his dead body will Kano or someone else see you like this.

Shang Tsung has also caught wind of you and you’re a pretty sight indeed. He doesn’t want you to fight in the tournament. A gorgeous soul like you should be locked away in his throne room. He always tries to bribe you with fortune and power. He can offer you so much more than these rodents. If you need an extra push in his direction, a little trickery may help with that….he has no shame using an incantation on you.

Liu Kang and Kung Lao are no better. They manipulate that fact you see them as good friends as a way to be in the limelight.

They stalk you just as much as the rest, sometimes separately but often times together. It always ends up in a fight between the two tho because one person starts shit talking…

“Idk Kang. A woman like that would never be into you. Kitana barely even looks your way…what makes you think Y/N will? Besides, she called me cute.”

“Yeah, I think she’ll think it’s real ‘cute’ how I destroy you in the tournament..”

Perverted as Cage. Kung Lao is extremely touchy while sparring. He loves to “teach” you things. He never shines away from a moment to flex all of his years of training under the shaolin and that he’s a self proclaimed expert.

For some reason when he’s fixing your form, his hand always winds up a little too far up…hmm strange.

Liu Kang loves when you watch him workout or spar with others. When it’s finally your turn to be his opponent, he never holds back.

You cannot catch a break. Gifts and proposals are constantly sent to your door and no matter how much you try to decline, it just won’t stop coming. Sure being basically waited on, and desired by many is really nice. Every girls dream! But you have to admit just how it is scary having such dangerous men obsessed with you.

There hasn’t been a moment in the last few months where you’ve ever felt completely alone. The feeling that someone is always watching you has never left.

And, occasionally you would awkwardly overhear or walk in on a group of men fighting about you.

“With all due disrespect, I believe a babe like that would prefer a star like me. She’s all mine”

“Nonsense. Y/N belongs to the Shirai Ryu. Both her beauty and skill makes her a viable asset to the clan. You can fight me in hell over it, Cage.”

It doesn’t get any better when the tournament starts.

I think the men forgot they were fighting for their realms because it quickly turned into a fight for dominance.

A tournament that was once a noble cause, turned into a bloody showcase. Every man dedicating their wins to you, making sure to send a cheeky flex or wink your way.

Besides, what value did their realms hold if you weren’t there with them.

[destinationtrekk]

new day new scenario 😼😼

first of all i was wondering if i could take the ⚡️ emote to avoid repeating that it’s me!! after the vacations scenarios (beach and travel abroad) id like to give something different!

reader working as usual, it’s any day like others when their period cramps get so baaaad to the point they have their hands holding their stomach, eyes closed in pain as they try to suck it up. after all it’s not like something considered as “dangerous” or “too much worrying” from other people so they don’t go complain about it to others. as they keep on working, the cramps would get so intense to the point they go to the bathroom quite often and everyone noticed something’s wrong. jill would definitely be the first to ask if they’re okay. as time passes and reader seems to be feeling worse and worse, wesker would notice too and he’d ask if everything is okay. when reader tells him it’s due to cramps he’d be skeptical at first because wdym a stars member can’t handle cramps? but when he sees how reader can’t even work anymore and he sees their head resting against the wooden desk, he’d pick them up from their seat and bring them to the infirmary, ordering the others to keep working. once in the infirmary he’d lay them down on the bed and he’d fetch heating pads and some painkillers. he’d stay there for few mins after he administered them with what needed. he then would get back to work, but after some time he’d eventually come back to check on them. the painkillers kicked in by then and reader is finally free from pain, their face softer and their breathing regular. wesker would genuinely smile as he sits on the chair in front of the bed and he’d hold their hand again for some time and once reader wakes up and it’s the end of the shift, he’d check on them once again and he’d ask them if they are able to walk or if they want a ride back home

oohhhhh stars captain wesker my beloved.

he's not the best at showing it, especially in front of others, but he worries about you. he wonders if you're okay, he hopes you have a good day, he cares so much. he's a little bad with people, that much is obvious, so it's not that he thinks you're weak when you say you're in pain. he obviously understands the biology of menstruation, but understand the effects is a different story.

nevertheless he starts to be concerned when he sees you struggling to sit upright and breathing harshly. this is his breaking point - he can't have his favorite officer collapsing due to negligence on his part. he's just being a good captain, right? no harm in carrying his favorite to the infirmary in his arms, right?

he knows it's bad when he sees the others' concerned faces, especially jill. she's not a hardass by any means, but he knows she doesn't offer sympathy or pity unless it's genuine. he's glad to know he can help, even if it's as small as feeding you painkillers, and if he's cradling your hand like precious treasure when you wake up - it's just because he's a good captain, okay?

[unclewaynemunson]

“I already did”

It was 2014 when Wayne heard the news.

He was sitting in his favorite chair, the sun warming his face through the window while he stared out over the lake, when Eddie came bursting through the door in his usual whirlwind of chaotic energy.

'Where's Scott?' He had something almost frantic in his face; Steve came walking up behind him, placing a calming hand on his shoulder in an attempt to stop him from practically vibrating out of his own skin.

'Hi, uncle Wayne.'

At least one of them had proper manners.

'Takin' a walk,' Wayne said in reply to Eddie's question. 'You alright there, boy?'

'You haven't heard it yet?'

'Heard what?'

'Jesus Christ, you don't know it yet!'

Eddie dramatically flopped down on the couch, grabbing Steve's wrist to pull him with him.

'What's this about? Good news or bad?'

'Great!' said Steve, at the same moment Eddie groaned 'Baaaad.'

Wayne raised an unimpressed eyebrow at the both of them.

'Well... Drumroll, Steve,' Eddie ordered, waiting for Steve to repeatedly slap his hands on his legs. 'As of today, the state of Indiana has bestowed upon same-sex couples the unimaginable honor to express their love for each other in matrimony.' The sarcasm was oozing from his voice.

'Pretty cool, right?' Steve added, flashing Wayne an excited smile.

Eddie rolled his eyes so forcefully it looked painful.

'No, it's not “pretty cool!”' he exclaimed before Wayne could say anything. 'What, after centuries of oppression and violence they get to decide that we're now worthy of joining their fucked-up social constructs and we should be clapping our hands ready to conform to their gross ideas of what love is about? We should be grateful that they finally let us play by their rules?'

'It's not about playing by the rules, it's about – about...' Steve rapidly snapped his fingers a couple times, and Eddie, despite his passionate dramatics, patiently waited for him to find the word he was looking for.

'It's about recognition!' Steve finally exclaimed in a somewhat triumphant tone. 'We get to be a family!'

Eddie scoffed. 'We already are a family. Have been for almost thirty years. We got each other, we got the girls; we don't need any ridiculous bureaucratic documents to prove that.'

'That's not – it's a celebration of love!'

'It's a preposterous and backwards tool of the heteronormative patriarchy to submit the people to their institutions and chain women to their men and keep the masses quiet!'

'Lotta big words you got there, did you rehearse this?' Wayne chimed in.

Steve chortled, which earned him a poke in his ribs from Eddie.

'So are you and Scott gonna...?' Steve let the end of his question hover silently in the air.

'I dunno,' Wayne said. It wasn't something he had ever given much thought to – not because he didn't care, but because he had never expected to live in a world where it was a possibility in the first place. Hell, he still vividly remembered the sodomy laws being abolished. He had never exactly been an optimist. But here they were.

Eddie kept on ranting for almost a whole hour, while Steve kept looking at him with that fondly amused expression on his face, as if he could never get enough of Eddie's dramatic complaining.

'You don't mind that he's bein' so, um... stubborn?' Wayne cautiously asked him when Eddie left the room to go to the toilet.

Steve chuckled. 'If I did, I wouldn't have kept up with him for this long,' he jokingly answered.

'But you want to. Get married.'

The fine lines around Steve's eyes deepened. 'Yeah, I want to,' he admitted. 'And I'm pretty sure that all his aversion against it will fly right out of the window as soon as I get down on one knee for him.'

He got this cocky, confident smile on his face; Wayne loved those moments, when despite the gray hair and the wrinkles, something of the young boys Eddie and Steve used to be shone through in them.

XXX

Wayne didn't stop thinking about it after the boys left. He could still barely believe that this was a decision he could make. Who would've thought, after decades of self-loathing and suppressing his feelings, that he could now get married to the man he loved?

He grew more certain of it by the minute. The answer was already everywhere around him, after all: in his eager expectation of Scott's return, in the framed photographs on the wall, the cheesy Mr & Mr mugs on their coffee table, the two pairs of reading glasses that were lying side-by-side on a newspaper next to those mugs...

He wouldn't buy a ring or drop down on one knee – he was nearing eighty, he probably couldn't drop down on one knee and get back up again even if he wanted to. But he didn't want to do it by the rules anyway. He wanted this to be theirs.

And he saw everything he needed to know in Scott's eyes before either of them even opened their mouth.

'Did you hear the news?' Scott asked, that beautiful glow of being outside and active that he always had after he came back from his walks clinging around him. Sometimes Wayne would join him, but Scott could still walk faster and longer – the price Wayne had to pay for smoking like a chimney for nearly seventy years – so he didn't mind letting him go alone and having a pot of coffee ready when he'd come back, enjoying the sound of his voice while he told Wayne about the ever-changing nature or the birds he had spotted along his way.

Wayne merely hummed in response to his question, while Scott settled in next to him on the couch.

They had shared this life together for almost thirty years: in sickness and in health, for better and for worse, for richer and for poorer – they'd already done it all. And yet...

He took his time to look into Scott's eyes, to search his face. His gaze wandered over the fine maze of lines that had kept expanding over the years they had spent together, the gray stubble where once a thick mustache had been, that one big age spot right below his left eye, the scar on his chin from that time one of the twins had viciously attacked him for having the audacity to make her eat her veggies.

He could see the question in Scott's eyes before either of them even spoke.

'Should we..?'

'Yes,' said Scott, smiling. Eager. And that was that.

XXX

There was no elaborate party, no fancy reception, nothing like that. Eddie took Wayne shopping for a new flannel and a slightly nicer pair of jeans for the occasion. Scott jokingly wore a tie with little rainbows on it over a button-down in a light shade of pink. It was simple: just them, Eddie, Steve and the girls at the town hall. Their signatures side by side on a piece of paper; it almost seemed too profane. They were back outside before they knew it. But Scott's smile still managed to light Wayne from inside like the very first time he had seen it.

Everybody else was already gathered back at the house. The house they got together, the house that had been theirs for more than twenty years, the house they had made into their home with or without that piece of paper that told them they could. Hopper and Joyce, Robin and Nancy, all the kids who lived close enough to make the trip; they were all there, sharing food and laughter in the garden near the lake while the sun set behind the trees.

After the world was wrapped in darkness and it was just the two of them again, Wayne grabbed Scott's hand to guide him back inside. He lingered on the porch, looking up at the stars shining down on them. He felt Scott shiver beside him, cold now that the sun had disappeared, and pulled him closer. His husband.

He knew that the two of them were finite, of course, unlike the stars in the sky above them. He knew that the biggest part of their lives was behind them, that they would leave this planet sooner rather than later. He had honestly never expected to make it this far. But he had. He had made it, all the way from being officially fundamentally wrong, through years and years of deep-rooted, stubborn self-hatred, to here. 2014. The year in which he got married to the man he had allowed himself to love. The best thing, after Eddie, that ever happened to him. The person who had colored his every day, who had made it easy to get up in the morning and to go to sleep feeling content.

He tore his gaze away from the sky to look at Scott.

'What are you thinking about?' Scott quietly asked him, watching him with that attentive gaze that wouldn't ever let a single detail escape him.

Wayne took his time to think about how to phrase it.

'How it's possible that everything changed and nothing changed at the same time, today,' he eventually answered.

Scott squeezed his hand, brought it up to his lips to press a kiss against it.

'Who would've thought, huh?' he said. 'That something so simple and silly as saying “I do” can change your whole life?'

'It didn't change my life,' Wayne answered with certainty. 'I already did.'

Scott chuckled. 'I already did, too.'

And somehow, this moment, just the two of them sharing these words on their porch wrapped in darkness, was infinitely more meaningful than anything that happened in the town hall.

[life-is-unreal]

Stranger Danger~ {Genshin x reader} Teyvat Chapter 11 - The Angel's Share

*more world building

The confusion and sheer shock when you floated down to the ground nearly made you hide in a bush. 

"The mora's worth it... The mora's worth it." You whispered under your breath. "Ok maybe not." you muttered, flinching as one of the children in the distance gaped at you. The boy's eyes were so large that you would've sworn that they would pop out of their sockets and his mouth was wide enough to fit your fist. 

You smiled awkwardly, almost sprinting away from the kids and to the Angel's share.

"A berry & mint burst please." You winced slightly as pretty much all of the mora that you've scavenged was placed on the table.

"Well aren't you a new face." The bartender, Charles laughed heartily, "Would you like a sample of dandelion wine? It's our top-seller, considering that you're new, you can have it for free." The man poured a small cup, pushing it in front of you, ignoring your frantic waving.

"Th-thanks?"

"One berry & mint burst coming right up!" He slapped down on your shoulder, "Go and talk with the fellows at the back, they're very welcoming to new faces." He placed the drink in front of you, pointing towards the little crowd near the stairs.

You weren't going to lie, but the tavern in real life was biggggg, it was like triple the size of the tavern in game.

"You there!"

"H-huh? Me?" You were going to curse yourself for all the stuttering, like why the hell were you stuttering?

"Aren't you one of the guys that chased Stormterror away a few days ago?"

"Raye! Stop scaring the poor kid." The man was elbowed hardly by one of his mates. "Kiddo, are you even old enough to drink?"

"Uhhhh, what's the drinking age?"

"Eighteen duhhh. Did you seriously order without knowing the drinking age?!"

You looked down at the drink you were given, "Yeahhh, but uh- I am over eighteen."

The man gaped. "I thought that you were like- I dunno sixteen? No offense of course."

"By the way, that drunkard's name is Raye. She's Leila, that's Nelson, and I'm Jace. There's a lot more others here and coming but I can't remember their names on the top of my head. Come on, sit with us."

Jace forcefully pushed you down to one of the chairs, sensing no ill intent you didn't bother pushing him off. "I'm Y/N. Uhhh, I'm new here."

"Yeah, we can see that." Leila rolled her eyes, throwing a hand over your shoulder. "Girlie, lemme guess, you decided to visit the Angel's share for gossip? Or are you here for intel?" She dropped the last bit to a whisper.

Raye smacked her hands off you, "Leila!"

The woman shrugged, "What? That's all what the new faces recently do!"

"That's because they're all fatui diplomats!" He hissed.

"Oh wait. You aren't one of them? My bad guys, my baaaad." She slurred, a blush creeping onto her tanned face. You weren't going to lie, Leila was hella pretty for a drunkard.

"Um, she was right for a point, the deaconess, Barbara did mention that there was gossip in here and since I wanted to get familiar with the city I just came?" You took a sip of the drink, and damn it was good. Whilst the dandelion wine was bitter with a dash of sweetness, the berry and mint burst was refreshing with a burst of fruitiness and had a nice aroma.

"Barbara? Quite surprising that she even listens to all those people that fawn over her. She has a fair share of stalkers, had she not been the sister of the Grandmaster, those dirty rascals would've probably kidnapped her."

"Leila!"

"What? That's the truth."

Raye laughed nervously, "Anyways Y/N, you wanted to listen to goss- I mean the latest news of Mondstadt right?"

Leila blinked, her misty eyes regaining focus, "Oooooh. Did you guys know? One of the knights literally cheated on their wives with another knight? Oh and the guy they cheated with was also a-"

"Leila!" All three of them scrambled to slap a hand over her mouth.

"Uh." You smiled awkwardly.

"Let's- Let's talk about other things how 'bout that." Nelson grinned.

"Uh, uh Y/N, how you settling down? And HOLY SHIT IS THAT A FUCKING SLIME?" Jace screeched, toppling over.

"Oh, I forgot about him. He's Bob, a cryo slime." 

"Yeah, no shit." Leila's were literally gleaming, "Girlie, how the fuck did you tame it- I mean him. That's legit so fucking cool."

"I didn't, he just. Uh, maybe he's a friendly slime?"

Leila raised her brows, "Yeahhhh totalllyyy."

"Um, anyways. I've found a place near the Adventurer's guild and uh, I'm an adventurer but I kinda, need another job-"

"Because they pay shit." Leila finished.

"Yeah."

"Girl, before I was a treasure hoarder I was one of those adventurer's and let me tell you. That job is like. Eugh, it seems high paying but it isn't really worth it especially when there's literally sooooo many adventurers around and inflation's happening because of that stupid dragon. Like they told me that I was too weak for half of the special commissions and quests they hand out. Since you're new you probably don't know those terms." She took a deep breath.

"You see, special commissions are like basic commissions except they pay like wayyyy more depending on the commissioner and how dangerous it is or how complicated it is. Then there's those quests that are uh, well I myself haven't received any but according to my fellow treasure hoarders they are usually super time consuming or are super dangerous. Both of them don't have to be issued by the Adventurer's guild. If you ever receive any by the guild, go to the commissioner because the Adventurer's guild takes a cut as the middle man, I mean they need to make money righttt?"

The woman took another deep gulp of her- vodka?

"Wait, you're a treasure hoarder?!" 

Leila nodded, "Jace is also one. The others are just normal citizens. Don't worry, none of us snitch, no point in it when most of the knights are pretty much useless."

You nodded in agreement, those fucking cowards that landed your ass in prison were probably the most useless of them all.

"You know, if you're reallly in need of mora, you can do some uh, not so legal stuff." Jace added on.

"Like being a treasure hoarder?"

"You can if you want. But you know, most of us treasure hoarders have another job so that the knights won't come knocking on our door going 'WhY dO yOu HaVe MoRa?' , for example, I work in one of the restaurants near the cathedral." 

Leila side eyed him, "How helpful. I'm going to be a good person and tell you actual shit."

She pulled a map out from her sleeve, "You see the map? The red spots on there are where you can make big money. I go to those places when I don't get enough mora to feed my family."

Raye leaned forward, "There's an extra spot near the hotel aye?"

Leila sneered, "Those fatui diplomats created a new place, never knew that fatui take on side jobs. Hell, the knights don't even know that any of these places exist for some reason, and even if they did, they sure did nothing."

"I went to the new place y'know. The jobs there were mainly on gathering intel and random shit. Pretty murky stuff if ya askin me. I can bring you to the red spots in the city if you're interested in making money off things like that. Dangerous? Yeah. Big bucks? Yeah. If you don't wanna risk it, I've also heard that there's a new cafe place opening up near the city gates." Jace tapped on a few red spots that were obviously a bit lighter in colour, so you assumed that the places were highlighted a long time ago.

"You think it's possible for me to get a job in that cafe and another job from the red areas?" You asked. You were it great need of accessible mora but if you didn't have a job to put on the surface, you wouldn't be able to get out the mora you've gotten in game.

Leila nodded, "I can bring you there whenever. I'm free for this entire week, just find me in the bar eh? If for some reason that I'm not here, find Jace. There's loads of scams in those red areas, if Raye or Nelson brings you there you might be stuck working for a contractor that gives nothing."

"Thanks Leila."

The woman nodded, "Leave your glass, Charles will tidy it up."

You stood up. "See ya'll soon then."

"Toodles."

"Bye."

"Nice meetin' ya and the slime."

"May Barbatos be with you."

-.-.-

You chuckled softly, Mondstadt was truly a lot more different in real life than you had expected. Mondstadt definitely would be a breeding ground for murky businesses had it not been for the vision holders and people that actually do their duties. 

"I wonder what the other nations would be like..." If Mondstadt's flaws were this obvious, it's no doubt that the other nations would have much larger potential dangers as Mondstadt is literally the starting ground for all newbie players. 

Liyue shouldn't be dangerous as long as it was in the harbour, but the outside would be unknown. Yes they had the adepti but you wouldn't exactly bet your luck on them. You shuddered at the mere thought of Sumeru and Inazuma. 

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Teyvat Chapter 12:

https://www.tumblr.com/life-is-unreal/758119839983386624/stranger-danger-genshin-x-reader-chapter-12?source=share

[faiseuse-d-histoires]

idk if you have your questions open but, what did you think of polin??? i was disgusted by the carriage scene honestly, to see a fat face there was baaaad!!! im sure you are a skinny girl so you wil get me, its not nice. In s1 and s2 we had phoebe and simone, two skinny girs who look pretty being kiss. This girls had double chin

Obviously this is a bait, because you did not like that I had ignored your other asks and you chose another approach, based on what you think anti Polins think (and quite a gap between your imagination and my own experience! i find it concerning). Congratulation, you have added some "new perspective" in your discourse, however your style is still painfully recognizable. Well, at least I can take advantage of this to send a message to others that might have the same idea.

Fatphobia is not tolerated in this house.

Here we don't like characters that use people for their own gains, ruin them, and still think everything is unfair and they never need to make amends. Here we also don't like people or characters that send anonymous insults to other people.

Stop focusing on Penelope's shape of body, that's weird. She is beautiful, that never was questioned.

Any other ask like that will be thrown to the bin where it belongs.

And, seriously, get a life. Projecting so much is not good for the health.

[stonesparrow]

Dcst Animorphs AU pt. 6

Finally winding down, the gang adds a new member to their team.

We finally crawled out of the river and safely onto shore, finding our dry clothes and pulling them on over our morph suits.

<Are these coverings meant to be armor of some sort?> Tsukasa asked. <It doesn’t look very sturdy.>

“Not armor, just clothes,” Yuzuriha said. “They’re worn as basic protection from the environment, but they’re also a part of our culture and artistic expression.”

“That and walking around without them is considered pretty taboo in most places,” Senku snorted. 

<Interesting. I have much to learn about humans.>

Suddenly, Chrome burst out of the trees, slamming into Kohaku with a loud bark of delight. <Everyone!! You’re not dead!!>

“Hey, hey!” Kohaku laughed, playfully ruffling his fur. “Didn’t I tell you we’d be alright, furball?”

<Shut up, you were gone for almost the whole day! Of course I was worried!>

He spotted Tsukasa and reeled back in surprise. <You found the Andalite! That’s so baaaad!!>

<Yep.> Senku nodded. <Chrome, meet Tsukasa. Tsukasa, meet Chrome. Don’t be fooled by the cute puppy eyes, he’s a stone cold badass himself.>

Tsukasa inclined his head. <I am honored to meet another morphing warrior fighting against the Yeerk.>

<Ah, well I’m not really like the others, Chrome said apologetically. <I mean, I still contribute the best I can, but I can’t morph anymore.>

Tsukasa’s four eyes widened. <You were trapped?>

<Yep.>

The Andalite looked at the five of us. <I am gravely sorry for the suffering you have endured after being recruited by Prince Nemea into a war you knew nothing of before.>

“You can make up for it by pulling your weight for the team,” Senku said. “We need to head back. Chrome, how would you feel about having a new roommate?”

<I don’t mind,> Chrome said. <The barn’s roomy enough for the two of us. You okay with it though, Taiju? It’s your barn.>

“I was about to suggest bringing Tsukasa there anyway,” I said. “We’ll just have to get some more pillows and stuff for his bed.”

“That’s all well and good,” Kohaku said, “But how are we going to get him there without anyone freaking out? He’s kind of big, if you haven’t noticed.”

“We could catch a bird or a squirrel or something for him to morph,” Yuzuriha said, scanning the trees around us. “Then he could either fly above us or hitch a ride in a backpack.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” Senku nodded. “Chrome, could you—?”

<Actually, Prince Senku, I have a different proposal.>

“Don’t call me that,” Senku frowned as Chrome sent a questioning look his way. “What’s your idea, though?”

<With your permission, I would like to acquire a human morph.>

We blinked. I tilted my head. “You mean like, you want to morph into one of us?”

“I don’t think that’d work,” Senku said. “Since acquiring only copies the DNA that’s already there, you’d just look like a clone of one of us. Unless you’re hoping we can pass you off as someone’s twin sibling?”

<I do not intend on morphing any of you,> Tsukasa said. <At least, not any single one of you. If a morph user acquires DNA from multiple individuals of the same species in short sequence, they can combine the DNA to form a unique blueprint to morph instead.>

We stared at him. And then Senku smacked his own forehead.

“HOW did I not think of trying that before?!”

<That’s so baaaaad!!> Chrome gasped. <We totally have to experiment with that when we get home!>

“Oh great, you’ve given them ideas,” Kohaku deadpanned. 

<May I have your consent to acquire your DNA then?> Tsukasa asked.

“Totally,” Senku grinned. 

<I’m so annoyed I can’t contribute AGAIN,> Chrome sighed. <You guys are so lucky!>

Kohaku scowled. “What?! Hell no!! I’m not letting anyone morph me, or a part of me!”

Tsukasa shrugged. <That is alright. How about you two? I do need at least one more individual to create a unique morph.>

“I don’t mind,” I said, turning to Yuzuriha.

She shrugged. “I don’t see why not. I’m kind of curious about it myself.”

Tsukasa nodded. <You have my gratitude.> He reached out and gently placed a hand on my face. Suddenly I felt weirdly floaty, like I was just waking up from a nice nap. 

Tsukasa then went to Yuzuriha and touched her face, then finally Senku’s. And then he began to morph.

“Uh,” I said as Tsukasa went from four legs to two. “Should we give him some privacy?”

All of us except Senku and Chrome quickly turned around. Kohaku shot them a pointed look.

Senku raised an eyebrow. “What? He doesn’t care, and I’m curious about how well the morph worked.”

“Scientists,” Kohaku muttered. 

<Whoa, why is he so big?> Chrome asked.

“CHROME!”

<That’s not what I meant! He’s just really tall! Taller than Taiju!!>

“What?” Yuzuriha frowned. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“Sometimes two parents can have a child that grows taller than either of them,” Senku pointed out. “Maybe that’s what happened here. Anyway, I’m gonna help Tsukasa get dressed, so hang tight for a second.”

When we could finally turn around, I let out a gasp of surprise. Tsukasa really was tall—and super muscular too. And…kind of beautiful. He had a bit of a pointed chin like Senku, long brown hair like Yuzuriha, and thick shoulders and limbs like me. Senku had dressed him in my spare t-shirt and shorts, which seemed to fit mostly okay, though part of his stomach was showing. 

“Whoaaaa,” I said. “That’s so neat!!”

Tsukasa took a step forward and nearly pitched into the ground. Kohaku and I ran to catch him.

“Careful,” Kohaku said. “You only have two legs now, remember?”

Tsukasa nodded. “Right.” He blinked in surprise, reaching up to his face and feeling his lips and throat. “Rrrriiiigggghht. Right?”

Senku burst out laughing. “How does sound-speak feel, Tsukasa?”

“Different. Diff-rent,” Tsukasa licked his lips. “Mmm. Mmmmmmmmm.”

<Look, he figured out humming!> Chrome snickered. 

“Tsukasa, try not to talk until we get home,” Yuzuriha advised him.

“Mmmmmmmokay.”

“Is it too late to go hunt down a squirrel?” Kohaku deadpanned.

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A few days later, I couldn’t sleep again. Not because of any weird dreams this time, but I still felt antsy enough to go out to the barn, where Chrome and Tsukasa were apparently still up late talking about human culture.

<Greetings, friend Taiju,> Tsukasa said as I closed the door behind me. He was sitting in his corner on a plush blue rug surrounded by spiky orange potted plants with little fairy lights hanging above him. There was also a basin filled with water and what looked like little plastic crystals sticking out of it. The corner looked sort of like a mini version of the Dome, thanks to Yuzuriha. It was really sweet of her. 

<Heyooo,> Chrome called, raising a paw. <Trouble sleeping again?>

“Yeah,” I sighed, sitting down next to Chrome’s blanket pile. “I thought since we rescued Tsukasa I could finally get some rest, but…I keep thinking about what happened with Senku.”

Chrome fell silent, and after a moment he put his muzzle on my lap and I ran my fingers through his fur.

“He could have died,” I said quietly. “He was going to die. Him and Kohaku. They planned it, right in front of us. They were going to sacrifice themselves so the rest of us could live.”

<Prince Senku wished for us to continue the fight, even if it meant leaving them behind,> Tsukasa said. <If I had been him, I probably would have made a similar decision, given the circumstances.>

“But it hurt,” I whispered. “It really hurt to hear him say that. He’s always so logical, I feel like he forgets how important he actually is.”

Silence. Then Chrome spoke up. <To be honest…I don’t know that this was him being purely logical.”

I blinked. “Huh?”

Tsukasa nodded. <He has a point. From what Chrome has told me, it was rather illogical for Prince Senku to choose himself and Kohaku as the sacrifices. He knows the most about Earth animals and she is the strongest fighter. Losing either would be as devastating to the team as losing me.>

I frowned. “Then why—“

<Taiju.> Chrome said seriously. <Is it really that hard to believe that Senku just wanted you and Yuzuriha to live no matter what?>

“…Oh. But…Kohaku?”

<She and Prince Senku are cousins, correct?> Tsukasa said. <Perhaps family was the only people he was willing to share the burden with.> 

<Senku trusted Kohaku to understand and to not hesitate,> Chrome said. <I’m not saying I’m not angry at her for that, but…I get it.>

<I understand too,> Tsukasa said. <For the people I love…I would give anything.>

“But would you live?” I asked, feeling desperate. “Would you survive for them? Would you keep yourself safe, for them?”

<I think part of that is up to us,> Chrome said. <To show the people who love us that they need to survive, in order to protect us. And that we need to survive to protect them. Looking out for each other, like a good team should.>

“Then…you’ll help me look out for them too, right?” I asked.

Tsukasa straightened his upper body. <We fought alongside each other,> he said. <I am honor bound to protect every member of my troop and the people they fight for, for that is what it means to be a warrior.>

<That’s what it means,> Chrome said. <To be an Animorph.>

Animorphs. To carry that name meant to carry a huge responsibility, to think not only of ourselves but of everyone on Earth. To fight, even when we were scared. To defend, right to our last breath. 

Animorphs. There were six of us now.

And we would take care of each other as best we could. 

[asphyxiateher]

Worst Choices LI???

So I checked everyone’s least favorite LI on Reddit and with so many new VIP books out, I wanted to see who was everyone’s least favorite LI to deal with in any series and why? MC is also an option because lately, some of them are frustrating to play.

Bastien from Wolf Bride for hopefully obvious reasons. Dude gave me the ICK and couldn’t finish the book; books with one male and one female LI are questionable to me because the diamond choices often force us on the LIs we don’t want but we pick it to progress the story, which is so stupid to be honest. I can’t do Unbridled either because i don’t want Ryder but the diamond options contain a crumb for a better chapter outcome vs ignoring the diamond option for the worst outcome. I just want a werewolf book that isn’t Alpha because I’m currently unsure of how I feel about the writing and plot at the moment. I will restart so I can get better feels for it.

Worst LI award goes to Justin from Save the Date. Also not getting the option to tell the main brides of the story that you don’t want to be friends outside your MC’s job was a huge bummer for me. That whole ordeal was tedious and for mc to go above and beyond especially with an asshole cosplaying a love interest hounding you from the get go really disappointed me. I loved Lindsay but man, I wanted to tell the main clients to fuck off so badly lol 😂

I could write a novel on STD because I liked the story but the choices involving Justin pissed me off.

Ms Match or whatever it’s called threw me off immediately because of the competitiveness and I hated that Jackie from Open Heart was so competitive that she was letting it affect the relationship between MC & her. Open Heart was good though, I ended up picking Bryce and the character development was great. Just hate competitiveness between mc and LIs usually cause it can get ugly y’all. Hot Shot is getting me so riled up at MC and not Jordan that I do kinda want to see an ending where you choose not to be with them. I like that kind of dynamic with characters cause it feels real. I like what they’re doing there.

there are some other books with terrible LIs but I’d like to see where everyone else stands.

Passport to Romance was baaaad cause it felt like I was reading a book about nothing lol

[cherrykitkat]

For the choose violence ask game, what about 25 (common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing) for Thorpe Park?

Ohh where to start..

"Nemesis is better than Nemesis Inferno"

They're both kickass B&M inverts. Bet nobody would be talking shit if thorpe didn't neglect her lore. they could take so much advantage of the whole sister coaster thing. 1 piece of event dispatch audio calls her a mechanical monster

I also just don't like it when people pit similar rides against each other in general.

"BML is baaaad good riddance"

You never did it with a smaller group/on a dead day and it shows. I agree that it didn't have a ton of rerideability but it was a solid fuckin maze man, plus evil robot what more could you want

"CoLoSsUs nEeDs NeW tRaInS/LaPbArS"

I don't necessarily disagree(this is concussion the ride we're talking about) but I am sick of seeing this every time Colossus is brought up.

Sik is a cheap imitation at a, from what I've heard, not very good park. Shut up, suck it up and accept that no amount of nagging will make Thorpe replace Col's trains any quicker. Just go to fLaMiNgOLaNd if you're so desperate for lap bars.

I personally think vest restraints would majorly improve the experience, they comfy.

But yeah tl;dr on that one it's just irritating to see constantly, tho I get more mad when people compare Col to Sik. Sik is newer. Of course it's gonna be """"better"""". Doesn't change the fact flamingoland copied Thorpe's homework and changed the title.

"Hyperia's too short!!"

They probably spent all the budget on that fuckass lift hill /hj

Quit your whining until you've actually ridden the damn thing. Stealth is short as fuck and she's brilliant, isn't she? Length ≠ Quality.

[uselessmtfbitch]

I want to be your best friends daddy so I can rape you at the next sleepover. You'd have stayed back to help clean up around the pool so you'd be the last one showering and changing in the pool house when I came in locking the door behind me I'd quickly force you to your knees as I pulled out my thick uncut cock rubbing it all over your pretty little face "now you're going to be a good girl and suck my cock, you'll be swallowing everything I put in your mouth as well like a good girl do you understand?" I'd hiss you could smell the beer on my breath you'd blink back your tears and nod "good girl, and if you try and bite me I'll bash your pretty little head into the cement" I'd say before I grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced all nine inches of my cock down your throat. I'd fuck you brutally making you gag and choke I'd laugh as I pulled my cock out of your mouth and slapped you rubbing your drool all over your face. "Use your tongue bitch" I'd yell as I forced the head of my cock back into your mouth, you'd be to scared to do anything but comply twirling your tongue all around the thick spongy head flicking it up and down the slit trying various speeds just trying to make me cum. You'd hate how horny the abuse was making you and how much you actually loved the taste of my cock. Suddenly I'd groan loudly as you felt my cock spasm flooding your mouth with my hot load you'd desperately try swallowing it all even as you felt it roll down your chin, I'd pull out so the last two spurts splattered all over your face and hair. I'd take a step back and sigh happily you'd make an attempt to stand back up before I pushed you down onto your back "I'm not done yet cunt" I'd smile "keep on your back and open your mouth" you'd comply like the good girl you were you'd flinch when the first jet of hot piss splattered over your lips and began filling your mouth you'd quickly start swallowing mouthful after mouthful of my piss feelings the hot liquid splash over your chest and face until finally my bladder was empty. I'd shake out the last few drops because I zipped back up "get up and get back to the sleep over" I'd say calmy as you staggered to your feet you'd glance back at the shower desperate to clean up. I'd grab you by the hair and force you out of the pool house and back towards the bungalow. "I didn't say clean up, I said get the fuck back to the sleepover, you'll make my daughter sad if you take too long" I'd say using a slap between each word to make sure I drove the point home. You'd nod and half run half stagger back to the house and into my daughter's room her and the three other girls would welcome you back by kissing you deeply one by one. Before they each told you how I had done the same thing to them at one point. They'd kiss you again welcoming you as their new sister and my new whore.

fhhhh.. this one feels .. baaaad in some way .. >~< bad in good way...~ mostly.. .. i can't help but like it despite the .. icky vibes .. >~>

[8-rae-rae-8]

1) FERAL ANON NAME A TIME AND PLACE FOR THE WEDDING (AS LONG AS THERE ISNT SAND SINCE IM A CANE USER) BECAUSE YOUR WRITING KILLS ME /POSPOSPOS

i need to get out of my writers block slump because you made me want to WRITE SO BAAAAD

2) do you have any other asks from me? i sent one of tew ones twice because tumblr kept being weird and giving me an error (and im not sure if a bunch of my others went through)

the hellsite is broken like usual lmao

-🧪

Feral anon is !!!! So !!! Good !!!

And I only have one ask from about a week ago !! I didn't see anything new but I'll refresh !!

[imagineitdearies-old]

Just wanted to drop by and say the comment section on your new chapter is the best thing I’ve ever seen 😭 😂

I keep going back to see new arguments/comments. Amazing.

Someone legit blamed Alicent 😂 she can’t catch a break

The ask about rhaenyra snapping at Alicent and Alicent freezing is so good as well. Please elaborate on your hurt and comfort thoughts.

I love petty aemond “on your back” held that one in his locker.

Great story it’s got me hooked in a way a story hasn’t in ages. ❤️

Haha the comment section hasn't reached not the boy i used to be levels (top-tier lucemond fic, highly recommend), but I've also enjoyed getting email notifications about it 😂 Things have mostly calmed down now though, I think.

OKAY but if other people hadn't jumped in Alicent's defense I would have, what the hell are you reading D&S for if you think that way 😭 the whole point is that she didn't have a choice? And now is trying to help Aemond navigate (semi-)similar circumstances?? I don't blame people who think Aemond is more in the wrong at the end of chapter 10, but that was a baaaad take.

HAHA me too I just knew Aemond would have to confront Jace while he was in heat for that line alone.

More rhaenicent hurt/comfort thoughts: Alicent hesitantly opening up about what Viserys was like and how alone she felt while Rhaenyra listens; Rhaenyra helping Alicent make amends with Aegon, Aemond, and Helaena, and brainstorm how to reform Aegon; Alicent watching how natural Rhaenyra is with kiddos/how comfortable they always are with her and feeling a bit jealous; Rhaenyra asking Alicent to do something she doesn't want to but she agrees to please her, but then resents it, inciting a serious convo between them; Rhaenyra asking Alicent to help Jace with something omega-related; Daemon visiting and upsetting Rhaenyra, Alicent comforting her for a change.....I could go on! Lol.

Thank you so much anon, glad you're enjoying 💙💙

[jungk0oksthighs]

Okay so these are my top picks from the PG update! (PG is the best ff I’ve ever read btw you’re soooo talented it’s crazy!)

Yoongi… kinda feeling him actually, he obviously cares for OC and had the balls to warn Jungkook away from her knowing what he is. That’s hot

Yoongis roommate has to be a vampire, he washed his hands and after coming into contact with the rose thorn and when oc said ur roommate won’t be drinking it what’s the problem, yoongis word choice I feel is super important and foreshadowing: “not directly, no” - maybe he and his roommate have a similar relationship to jk and oc? Blood donating I mean! That’s why he couldn’t drink it

Okay LORD HAVE MERCY ON US ALL - Jungkook saying he’s not jealous while displaying classic jealous boyfriend behaviour is exquisite, he’s down baaaad for her. He seemed to soften when oc confirmed nothing had happened between her and Yoongi. Come on JK you’re so messy and obvious rn

The first quote I wanna point out: “you’d only turn if you died with my blood in your system, and you’re even more of a fool than I thought if you haven’t realised by now I would never let that happen” UMMMM OKAAAY

“The unfathomable desire to have you… makes me feel human again.” OKAY OK OK WE SEEING THE REAL JUNGKOOK HERE NOW MY GUY DOES NOT WANT TO BE A VAMPIRE. MY CHEST HURTS

“If I had a soul it would already be yours” OH THE WAY THAT HIIIIIT!! I’ve never come across a dialogue so poignant in fanfic before. It’s so memorable and profound and holds a thousand potential meanings and yeah I’ll be thinking about that line forever, kudos author truly what a spectacular piece of literature there

OKAY AND ANOTHER NOTE I REALLY REALLY LIKED! When jk told oc to get out and she was like “you don’t get to kiss me like that and pretend it never happened” STORMING OVER TO HIM, yesssss girrrrrrl!!! The TENSION from that line alone. Especially when it was never finished bc Jungkook kissed her again to shut her the hell up

Honestly I can feeeeel their emotions, your description is so well written like I completely understand and know how they yearn for each other so badly but of course they’re both hesitant for their own reasons

So I’ve been stalking your blog and nobody else has mentioned this. HE. ALMOST. BIT. HER. LIKE!!!???!!!?! JUNGKOOK. ALMOST. BIT. OC!!! And he “doesn’t bite / feed directly from humans / the vein” LIKE ?!?! THATS HUUUUUUGE

In case this wasn’t clear enough I really fucking loved this update, thank you for sharing your talent with us I can’t believe this is a free fanfiction! Its written better than every book I’ve ever read, I MEAN that too I’m a book nerd and nothing even comes close to the slow burn / intensity and overall seductive theme of PG!

Oh and that kiss… That’s the best kissing scene I’ve ever read, periodt. So beautifully written and captured all her emotions, and the DIALOGUE leading up to the kiss??? Shiiiiiit it was so so so intense and good y’all

Thank you so much for sharing this masterpiece with us! I’m 100% going to binge read the whole of your masterlist now as I’m pretty new here, I’ve only fully read PG and HER (and the change of pace is? UNNERVING, you can legitimately write anything!!!)

Author, you forever have my love and respect. Thank you for sharing such wonderful work with us and giving us great fanfics to escape with, i sincerely hope you get published one day ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

OH MY GOODNESS OKAY, WOW. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TAKING THE TIME TO SEND THIS MESSAGE IT MUSTVE TAKEN YOU SO LONG TO WRITE! Let’s unpack this:

Ooooh my goodness your first two points already… wow. I can’t confirm or deny anything to avoid spoilers of course but wow! Your brain is doing overtime and i LOVE your thoughts!! Interesting!! I’m glad at least one of u is a fan of neighbour Yoongi here hehe, everybody else seems to be sus of his behaviour!

Oh wow the way you’ve picked up on these quotes and analysed them I’m so beyond flattered right now :( thank you :( ahhhh!!! I love writing PG jk dialogue bc he’s obviously much older than oc and speaks like he’s from a different era sometimes and it’s very fun to play around with, it means so much that you think his lines are poignant :( thank u :(

Ooooof we love oc for doing that actually!!! The way she was like oh hell no we aren’t done here and Jungkook just… sigh… I’m so weak for this couple u have no idea. Thank u for picking up on that detail!

AHHH SOMEONE NOTICED YES JUNGKOOK ALMOST BIT HER AHHH SOMEONE NOTICED THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR POINTING THIS OUT MY DARLING !!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, YES this is HUGE !!!!

Oh my god I’m actually a little emotional rn, thank you for being so kind and taking the time to read the update and then analyse it and send me this message I’m just… so flattered right now! Thank you so much!!! 🥹😭 I hope you enjoy reading through my other works!!! Thank you for being here (naming u flame heart anon from now ok) and thank you again for being so genuinely sweet with your review/analysis of the PG update, you’re amazing and I appreciate u so much!!! 😭😭 sending lots of love to u!!!! 💜💜💜💜

[alpine-forget-me-nots]

I saw what @/3vocatio said about Simeon and I didn't know that Simeon is seen that way?

like I've seen fans and other people get horny with every adult characters of OM so I never saw or notice people acting strange with Simeon. Sure its a easy joke for Simeon to be "religious" but that joke fits Raphael now because the way his character is.

He's the type of character that is conflicted within himself, his loyalty to Michael (in extension their father) and Celestial realm. With still being Luke's guardian/parent figure. I make a guess that he feels secretly guilty because of the war, the brothers fall and how he use their lives to make TSL series for a way to cope that guilt? Maybe?

Though I might got his characterization wrong due to I know him the least of the characters at the moment (I bearly touch any of his and Barbatos devilgram at the moment) Because I'm going by what the main story and the event shown us.

Plus I try to avoid OM!Twt right now and just looking at news about the media I follow for the time being.

I didn’t really either at first, but then I kinda thought about what they said. I think the thirst comes from the fact he shows the most skin, at least I hope so.

The religion jokes only really bothered me because they’re a total misread of his character. It makes Simeon so strict and judgmental, which he isn’t at all.

Simeon’s involvement with the Celestial War (and extension Raphael) is something they never really touch upon. (They will soon? Maybe? Devs please!!) Whatever his involvement with the war was, it clearly wasn’t something unforgivable. His involvement (or lack of) caused him to be demoted, so I really don’t know, would love to hear your thoughts!

TSL is definitely a way to cope the lost of his friends, even though the other brothers aren’t super close to Simeon it’s pretty clear he misses them as well. He also has like some sort of future vision because he predicts MC and all the events they go through lol. Jokes aside, I do wonder how he knew all that would happen..

What I’ve gotten from Simeon is that he’s to observe, he wants people to find their own answers. He’s down bad for MC and I mean baaaad. In the onesie DG he has no issues cheating in a game they play so MC can stay in his room. It’s a good reflection of his character so if you have it, I’d recommend reading it!

I don’t blame you for not reading DGs for characters you aren’t interested in, I don’t read any of Lucifer’s. Lol

I also don’t use Twitter, I follow 2 friends on it for their art and that’s it. So I only see the stuff posted here. I would recommend staying away from it

[idontknowreallywhy]

Eeek I was so excited to see a new Nutty fic grace my dash I did a little dance!!

And it’s an Alan one! We never see enough of him and I love how you write him, somehow you capture how he is still so young and yet has seen and experienced things way beyond his years.

That image of him propped up on his hands just listening is incredibly vivid.

And my heart breaks for the little boy seeing (and hearing 😢) his brother in distress. Damn doesn’t that just bite you in the throat as it kicks your knees out from under you. Needed to take a minute after that bit. And he tries to do his own research to find out what is wrong. Uggggh 😭 I want to punch them really hard too Allie.

Then the conversation. Gorgeous. Perfect Virg voicing as ever. And um, Jeff, springing that kind of thing on Alan’s birthday? DUDE. Bad idea. Baaaad. Thank goodness for Virgil the voice of reason. And the fact Alan’s eavesdropping has taken the sting out of that particular “birthday present”…

It’s such a heavy thought that the reason IR existed the way it did was because Jeff and Scott needed something to live and fight for. Obviously there were the other reasons. And obviously it’s still a very altruistic thing to do - their reason for getting up in the morning being to stop others suffering loss - but wow, as Virgil can clearly see, it’s wonky.

And that whole bit about Virgil having to do it for himself. Would he have? I still don’t know. But it’s an academic question, because that’s not Virgil. He would always make the choice to beat place himself to look after his family.

Then Allie’s view of Scott lying on the floor (weird dimples 😂) and his hair is messed up (whaaaaat? If we didn’t know Scott was broken already we’d know it now) and just the idea of Scott still being so vulnerable he’s floored without a cane to lean on, but he zooms straight in on Allie, realising something is wrong.

Jeff has dark hair!!

Also all of the other things you just sneak in that make my heart leap or race or melt or be smashed into little bits are FAB but if I’m not careful this will end up longer than the original fic. So I will desist.

But also…

*screeches and runs in circle singing NUTTY’S BAAAAACK!!*

Five times Alan discovered a secret and one time he kept one (Part One)

I wrote something! I'm a little rusty, but words happened!

Many thanks to the wonderful @onereyofstarlight for the read through and sanity check.

I hope you enjoy it :D

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“Are you sure this is the right thing to do?”

Alan blinked. Virgil’s voice was little more than a low rumble through the wall. If Alan hadn’t been practising his handstands up against that wall, he probably wouldn’t have heard his brother.

Of course, Dad’s office was the best place not to be at most times, but for some reason this exact spot in the hallway was the only place Alan could stand on his hands for any length of time.

He’d tried his bedroom, Gordon’s bed, Virgil’s bed, John’s bed, three of the outside walls, the big tree out in the field, the kitchen wall - Grandma had growled so much - and the living room.

The living room wall wasn’t conclusive as Grandma had chased him out before the soles of his sneakers had touched the wall.

But this spot was the best. No-one hung around outside Dad’s office and Dad had never noticed.

“Scott needs this.”

“This isn’t just about Scott.”

Alan swallowed. Scott had been sick for a long time. It had all been so scary. There had been yelling late at night, and once Alan had heard his brother screaming.

It had been terrifying.

Grandma said that his big brother had been hurt while he was in the air force and he needed time to recover.

But Scotty had been so sad. He still gave great hugs, but he never smiled any more.

Alan wasn’t dumb. He had access to the information nets and he had looked up things that could cause his brother to be so sad. He guessed it was something to do with his mental health, but no one was telling him anything.

He’d asked Virgil and the look on his big brother’s face was almost as sad as Scotty’s, scaring Alan even more.

But Virgil sat him down and explained about someone hurting Scott and Scott just needing some time to get better.

Which was exactly what everyone else had said and didn’t fix anything! Alan wanted his fun big brother back. He wanted to find whoever had hurt Scotty and punch them really hard.

A bigger hunt on the nets pretty much confirmed it was a mental health thing, but the possibilities were endless and more and more terrifying. He had worried and fretted for weeks.

But then one day Scotty had started smiling again. It was sudden and it had Alan running across the kitchen to hug him.

Scott had grunted, like he always did when Alan tackle-hugged him, but this time his big brother picked him up and squeezed him ever so tight in return. He even messed up his hair.

Scott was finally feeling better! The days following proved it to Alan. But there was still something in his brother’s eyes that hadn’t been there before and he still tired more easily, the tap of his cane his constant companion. It was obvious that not everything was one hundred percent.

But Alan had been granted a smile and he was going to take it and run with it. He was ever grateful for it.

“You don’t have to be part of International Rescue, Virgil.”

“Are you kidding? I’m not letting him do this on his own. Or you, or John.”

“You are not responsible for any of us. If you do this, you have to do it for yourself.”

There was silence for a moment and Alan held his breath. What was ‘International Rescue’?

“I am, Dad.”

“But you don’t want to do it.”

“I didn’t say that! I’m worried about Scott. He is clinging to this like a lifeline. It’s not healthy-“

“Sometimes we need to make do to survive.”

There was a creak of furniture as if someone was sitting down. “Dad…”

Soft footsteps. “He needs this, Virgil. I need this.”

Alan froze where he was, upside down against the wall, all his blood rushing to his head, not daring to move and risk being heard.

His brother’s answer was a whisper. “I know.” So quiet.

“You are so much like your mother. She would be so proud of you.”

Alan squeezed his eyes shut. Their mother was a ghost in this house. Someone rarely spoken about but always there. Alan felt left out and guilty for asking questions about their mother.

Scott and Virgil had shown him the photos and videos. Dad didn’t talk about her ever.

Alan had also asked Gordon, but his youngest big brother had only been six and his memories were vague.

At least he didn’t have that weird look in his eyes when Alan mentioned her. His mom was a big hole in his identity, a mostly unknown, hurting black hole.

‘International Rescue’ had something to do with Mom.

But Virgil didn’t say anything Alan could hear.

He grit his teeth. Part of him wanted to flip onto his feet and get out of there but the rest of him wanted to know what his father and brother were talking about.

“So, we are on schedule for April?”

Alan let out a breath.

“Yes. It’s best to avoid the cyclone season and in the meantime finish our preparations.”

“When are we telling Gordon and Allie?”

Again footsteps, this time walking away. “Alan’s birthday, as planned. We’ll make it a surprise, a positive.”

Silence. “You know my thoughts about that.”

“Are you going to fight me on everything?! This is a good thing, Virgil! We will be saving lives!”

“We have lives here! We have family and we need to keep them safe!”

“How does telling them on Alan’s birthday hurt any of us?”

“We’ll be leaving everything Allie knows. His friends, his school, everything, to live on an island in the middle of the ocean. I think that has the potential to hurt. A lot.”

Alan found himself holding his breath. They were leaving the farm?!

“So we should tell them sooner?” It was sharp and mocking.

“Alan will need time. He’s only nine, Dad. This is a big thing.”

“For all of us.”

“Exactly!”

Again silence fell and all Alan could hear was the thudding of his own heart.

“Alan, Grandma is going to force feed you burnt cookies if she finds shoe marks on the wall.” His big brother’s jean-clad legs suddenly appeared near Alan’s head.

He should have heard the cane. Why didn’t he hear the cane?!

Alan teetered sideways and nearly took out the hall table beside him. Strong arms wrapped around his legs and saved the life of one of Grandma’s flower vases.

Unfortunately, Scott must have dropped his cane and, along with it, his extra support and balance. A squawk and clatter of limbs and Alan found himself in a heap on the floor beside his big brother.

For a moment he lay there staring at his brother’s profile - his nose, weird dimples and messed up hair. “You okay, Scotty?”

His brother let out a breath. “Yeah. Just checking the ceiling for cobwebs.”

Alan would have grinned at the joke (paraphrasing a Gordon much put out at missing the growth spurt that had almost every other brother scraping the tops of door frames) but his head was a mess of questions.

He grabbed his big brother in a desperate hug.

“Hey, Allie, you okay?” Warm arms were wrapped around him, holding him tight.

“Scott!” Virgil’s voice startled both of them. Hurried footsteps rushed over.

“I’m fine! Something’s up with Allie.”

Alan looked up from his big brother’s arms to find Virgil kneeling down between them. Behind him, tall and dark-haired, stood their father.

His grey eyes pierced into Alan’s head.

“Allie, what’s wrong?” Scott had worry in his tone, something Alan did not want to hear.

“I don’t want to move to an island.” It came out small and scared.

Scott stiffened beside him and pulled away a little.

Virgil whispered something Alan couldn’t quite hear.

Alan stared up at their father. “I don’t want to go.”

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TBC