#grow up dude i don't care. these lines go hard.

[argisthebulwark]

listening to emo music from high school again. sorry everything i write will be angsty and it is directly from this.

[entitled-fangirl]

All the time we wish for.

Cregan Stark x wife!reader

SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT just smut dude

Summary: Cregan is eager to show his wife the Northern hot springs.

A/n: Based on an ask from forever ago- I think from @princessvelaryon before we became friends but I can't remember 😭😭 queen if it was you, you're a real one

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"Cregan, where are w-"

"-Just trust me, sweet girl. Trust me."

She eyes him, not able to stay angry at the happiness that radiates from him. "I do…" she trailed off.

"Almost there. Should be right…" his head turned back and forth in search of something. "Ah." He pulled her in the direction his eyes were set on. 

He pulls her into a cave, immediately moving to take off her cloak. She pulls away in concern at first- taking off a cloak in the dead of winter here feels like a death sentence. But his head tilted just slightly and he moved forward to do it again, to which she let him. 

The fur dropped onto the ground of the cave. She looked over her shoulder at it. 

At the sight of her neck exposed, Cregan leaned to her and nipped at the skin. 

She jumped, a breath escaping her. "Cregan, my cloak-"

"The cold won't seep into your bones here," he muttered against her neck. 

"What?"

"You're not cold, are you?" He asked.

She looked down to the goosebumps on her arms, but she knew it wasn't from the cold. 

He lips pulled into a small smile. "My father showed me my first hot spring when I was a boy of six. Warmed us when snow fell a moon before it was supposed to. I've been hunting these spots out for years now. But this one is by far my favorite."

She took in the sight, walking further into the cave. Exactly as he said, the further she moved in, the less the cold could bother her. She looked back to him, to which he waved out, encouraging her to explore it more. 

A light waterfall poured into a small pool of water, steam waving around it. 

He moved behind her, now without his own cloak. His fingers brushed against her arm. "Do you want to try it?"

"You can… get in?"

"You can. If you want."

"I do," she breathed as she stared out at the water.

Cregan's fingers moved to her dress, pulling at the laces. His scarred and calloused fingers became gentle with her, as if handling thin glass. The laces were pulled with a gentleness she didn't even feel, but she knew from the way his arms moved from her peripheral vision and the loosening of her dress. 

Eventually, she had to hold the dress up as he finished. It would have been hard to tell when he was finished if not for the sudden kisses he began to place on her shoulder. The rough pads of his fingers pushed away the material. 

She let go, letting it fall to the ground. Cregan took on the next challenge of her thin layers of underskirt, but he was quick to pull the ribbons apart. Piece by piece, her clothing fell onto the dirt covered floor of the cave, but neither really cared.

She was growing impatient, and by the time Cregan had untied the last bit of her skirt, she was all but tearing at her shift. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons, the adrenaline doing nothing to help her coordination. He pushed her up against his chest, reaching his arms around to help her. 

She watched his large fingers unbutton each one at a pace too slow for her. "Cregan-"

"-We have all the time we wish for," He murmured.

She forced herself to take a small breath, though it was shaky. 

Cregan's hand ran down her stomach once he finished, admiring the woman against him. 

She whined lightly and leaned her head back against his shoulder, to which she earned a chuckle from him. His hand moved down her shift, grabbing the fabric and beginning to pull it up at an agonizingly slow pace. 

She felt the air move up her legs as the shift came up until it paused at her upper thigh. "Don't stop now."

"Should I?" He asked as his nose pressed to the side of her head, his voice in her ear. "I do love to watch you beg, my love."

"You either continue the Stark line with me in this hot spring-"

"Or what?" He asked with a smirk, pulling away from her and turning her to face him. Her shift fell back down.

Her confidence faltered for a second, then turned to teasing. "Or the line ends with you."

A low growl sounded from his throat. His eyes raked over her slowly as a new light came to his eyes. "Take it off."

She did so, dropping it quickly as Cregan focused on the strings of his doublet. 

As soon as she was bare, she moved to help Cregan but he held a hand out as his eyes took her in. He spoke, but his voice trailed off a bit as if distracted by the sight. "I've… I've got it."

She tilted her head in amusement and ran a hand down his chest, accepting his decision. She moved down to the spring, sitting at the edge, and dipped her leg in. She let out an instinctive groan at the feeling.

Cregan's lips parted as he watched her. He truly did mean to undress himself, but he was distracted. 

"Cregan," she chided at him lightly. 

He gave a heavy blink and snapped out of his daze, "Sorry, I-"

She gave him a knowing look. 

He made quick work of pulling off his doublet, yanking at the strings of the next layer until he stood in only his trousers and boots. 

He stepped down to her side, standing behind her with a hesitation.

She peered up at him from under her lashes. 

He felt the tent in his pants at the sight, one he was more familiar with than he cared to admit. It reminded him of all the nights he had returned to their chambers in a rage from planning for this war. She had always sat on that sofa with a knowing smile, asking if he was stressed. 

She had a way of taking away his stress before he even remembered how it got there. 

"Changing your mind now?" She asked him softly.

He shook his head, sitting down next to her and beginning to unlace his boots. "I'd like to believe I'm a man that follows through."

She kicked at the water lightly. "Follow through then."

Cregan's breath hitched as he looked to her. "I will."

He pulled his boots off, throwing them aside and pulling at his pants. He quickly got into the small pool, letting out a sinful groan as the warmth enveloped him. 

She watched the man with pure adoration in her eyes. The way his broad shoulders flexed as he lowered himself made her brush her thighs together. 

He turned in the water, now facing her with a broad smile. He pulled himself to her and kissed her leg lightly. He nuzzled at her knee, silently asking her to spread her legs. She hesitated, knowing his smile would only turn cocky if she did so. 

He brought a hand up, the water dripping down his wrist. His fingers brushed up her calf to her knee, pushing that leg to the side. His eyes moved slowly to her core, his eyes lighting up. 

She felt her entire body heat up as her husband admired her. Though she wanted to close her legs, she'd never felt safer. 

He kissed her leg lightly, holding her leg out to give him room. He began to kiss up her leg. 

She reached out quickly behind his head to pull his hair up before it dipped in the water. He grinned up at her and continued his movements. 

She watched in agony as his lips moved closer and closer to the very place she wanted them. When his lips ghosted over her clit, his breath brushing over it became antagonizing. She tugged at his hair in instinct, earning a playful glare of lust from the man. His light eyes had a dark intent behind them, a sin neither of them were ashamed of. 

Cregan laid a soft kiss to her slit, purposefully bumping his nose against her bundle of nerves. A small squeak sounded from her, spurring something deep inside of him. 

He stood in the pool, grabbing her hips firmly and lowering her into the water against him. She held his shoulders, relaxing in the warm water. 

He shifted her lightly, now completely wrapping his arm around her so their bodies were as close as possible, his face tucking into her neck and kissing at the skin. 

Her head fell back, her mouth opening in bliss. As she had done earlier with him, Cregan grabbed her hair, clumping it in one large hand while pulling at the roots as well. It was a mission to him to keep her hair dry, for if it didn't, she'd surely freeze once out of the cave. 

"Cregan, please."

The hand around her waist fell, moving down between her thighs. He rubbed at her slit through the water, slipping a finger in. 

She gasped. 

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It's an unspoken fact that most Starks were created in the Northern hot springs, and there's no doubt that one was created that cold day. 

Cregan had never been more thankful for the sudden snow.

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[cheriladycl01]

My love, is mine all mine - Max Verstappen x Norris! Reader x Charles Leclerc Part 6

Plot: Norris' Twin sister is also a driver in the 2021 line up and is in her rookie era. Not only do the commentators struggle to now talk about the pair in the race, but they also struggle to talk about talent. What happens when two drivers find her eye-catching.

A/N: I've brought Luisia into things because of the timeline and it being 2021. Don't hate on her, or the fact that i've brought her into my writing please!

After the shit show of a party, you woke up earlier than everyone else and left the docked boat. You caught the earliest flight back to the UK. You were so pissed with your friends and brother that they’d just up and left you in the club.

The whole flight home, you pondered whether you just really needed to grow up about ever situation in your life.

Lando and the clubbing group leaving you? They were drunk and probably saw you with loads of other people and assumed you were safe and good.

Charles admitting his feelings for you? You arguably needed to focus more on your career that you’d worked so hard for, you didn’t have time for boys and if Charlie really did care for you like he said, he would understand.

Max sleeping or dating your best friend? Good for him, he should be happy.

You needed to not be bitter about all of these minor blips in your life and just get on with it.

Little did you know that this would create a version of you so far from her normal bubbly self that even people who hadn’t spoken to you in years would be able to tell something wasn’t right with you.

Max and Charles had both tried to contact you through texts and phone calls all which had been ignored, you knew it was for the best to just let it all go and leave it at a what could have been. You had responsibilities far greater that you needed to focus on.

When it came to after the summer having left your brother and gone travelling on your own, updating your Instagram and family group chat whenever you managed to get wifi, you were back and raring to go for your home race.

Lando had sent a text to the family group chat asking who would be coming. He wanted to invite Luisa and only had two passes to give out. So that would mean one for Luisa and one for his dad.

Lando - Can you give your paddock passes to mum and Flo, Cisca can’t make it because of Uni

Y/N - Kinda awkward i had someone in mind i wanted to bring :(

Lando - come on its mum and your little sister Y/N don’t be rude and give up your pass to some random dude you met in Bali …

You ignored it, before going to McLaren and begging Zac for a spare paddock pass. You gave your original 2 to your mum and Flo, but your next one went to Nathan Bishop, he was a goalkeeper for Manchester United and you’d met him on a trip you’d been doing in Bali and he immediately knew who you were and you guys got talking and one thing led to another and you were inviting each other to your sports.

In the time you’d travelled he’d became a really good friend and you didn’t feel as lonely as you had since starting in F1. It was really refreshing.

You met him before, driving him to the paddock in your McLaren and pulling up into the Silverstone car park together.

“Thanks for the pass, I’ve never been to a race before so this is actually really exciting for me” he smiles waiting as you grab your bag from the back seat.

“Always welcome!” You grinned back.

“Mmmm and I’m excited to see if you are really as good as you say you are!” He teases elbowing you as you swipe your pass through the paddock scanners.

“Hey! I am a good driver! I got you here safely didn’t I?” You smile and he just nods, you point out various bits of the paddock talking about all the hustle and bustle and all the different teams and the workers running around fitting last minute bits to the motorhomes.

“Oh come on! We need to get you some McLaren team merch!” You grin pulling him to the quiet fan zone thanks to the early time it was and going to the merch stool.

“Hiya! Oh Y/N! How are you?” The worker smiles noticing it’s you.

“Hey! I’m really good! How are you? It’s hot today, make sure you drink lots of water! Radio through and ask for top ups yeah? And don’t forget sun cream!” You chide knowing sometimes the workers forget that they are humans and will push themselves till breaking point!

“Thank you! Really and I’m all good” she says flashing you the large icy bottle of water she had behind the stand with her. “What can I get for you?”

“Any chance we can get the Y/N number hat?” You grin turning to look at Nathan who just rolls his eyes but can’t help the smile that comes into his face.

“Sure! We have lots on stock today, as you know it’s home race! Good luck by the way! I know you’ll do great!” She smiles and hands you the number 42 on the baseball cap. You place it on Nathan’s head who just laughs at your antics but keeps that hat on before paying the lady for it in cash.

“Hey! I was gonna pay for it! I’m the one that got you to buy merch!” You exclaim in horror.

“Mmmm but it’s my hat … so I should pay for it!” He explains with a cat like grin.

“Argh fine come on! I want to show you round the garage and do track walk with you!” You say gently taking his hand and pulling him through the growing numbers of people in the paddock.

You showed him all around the garage and even let him sit in your car which he was really impressed with how low to the ground it felt, and how much the halo restricted vision. After showing him the pit wall and all of the engineers working and running around before free practice you took him out onto the track to do a walk.

The sun wasn’t as harsh anymore and it had started to cloud over a little bit meaning that the track walk wasn’t as strenuous as you anticipated it would be.

You guys walked around talking about the season so far and how it felt being a rookie along with Yuki Tsunoda.

Afterwards it was time for you to have a team meeting and you didn’t want to leave Nathan on his own so you walked him to the hospitality suite to find your parents.

“Mum Dad! Hey this is Nathan! Can you just watch out for him while I’m in the car please!” You ask kindly showing Nathan to a seat with your family.

“Of course sweetheart! Hi Nathan, I’m Adam, this is my wife Cisca” he introduces standing up slightly and leaning forward to shake the younger gentleman’s hand.

“You gonna be okay?” You ask, unsure if you should just bring him to the garage and find him a seat and headphones and leave him there.

“Yeah - I’ll be” he starts only for commotion behind to stop his words.

“Sorry, I’m running late. Oh … whose this?” Lando asks looking over to Nathan, someone he didn’t think would be around his family.

“This is your sisters guest, hence the hat” your mum explained pointing to the hat still on Nathans head.

“Right … yeah I just came here to drop Luisa off. Please look after her and … you know don’t be weird” he begs as Luisa starts to talk to both Flo and Nathan.

“We’re never weird! Now you both have to go get ready!” your dad grins forcing you both away.

You start to walk together to the garage in an awkward silence until Lando breaks it.

“So you brought a boyfriend with you?” Lando scoffs looking towards you.

“And what if I did?” What’s it to you, you brought Luisa!” You say looking to him confused why it was such an issue you’d brought a guy (who wasn’t anything to do with you romantically).

“Because your playing with a lot of hearts here Y/N and it’s not exactly fair. First Charles, then Max, then Charles again and then Max and now this guy? Max and Charles are my friends Y/N and I can’t help but feel like your going to go one step too far and ruin all of this …” he complains and for a second your stunned into silence not knowing what to even say.

“How am I toying with Max and Charles when Max is off with my best friend and Charles … is so hot headed that I don’t know if I can take the heat of him yelling at me for an overtake every race weekend! So how am I the one playing with hearts when it’s feels like mines the only one being toyed with, even by my own fucking brother!” You cried out frustrated with him, but that was Lando. He always spoke before he thought about what he was saying. Both a blessing and a curse.

You started to hurry off no longer wanting to entertain this conversation.

“Y/N wait … I didn’t mean it like that” Lando admits speeding up after you and walking in step with you trying to slow you down.

“We have a meeting to get to. Let’s not waste anymore time” you say coldly, so coldly it actually caused Lando to shiver as he never had heard that tone of voice or anything remotely close come from you.

Briefing for what it was, was pretty boring only talking about the upgrades they’d brought to this weeks Grand Prix. Lando had the full package and you had half, the others to come next week in Hungary.

You were in the garage after changing into your fireproofs, your race suit hanging down off your hips talking to your engineer about strategy for Silverstone, but it was always changeable depending on the track temp and the weather.

FP1 clearly showed Landos new flashy upgrades and how much quicker it made the car placing him in P2 in between Max and Lewis, the two battling it out for the championship this year.

As for you down in 9th you’d just been testing the track and were on different tyres to the top few people, wanting to test out the hards.

As the weekend progressed and the less you concentrated on all of yours issues and just had fun while concentrating on the race weekend you got better. Ending up starting in a decent P6 for the race and getting points in the Sprint that was held earlier on in the day.

“Okay Y/N, it’s looking like Plan B. Reports of rain on the radar for the last half of the race” your engineer says as you pull up into your P6 stop, next to Lando both your Orange McLarens locking out your row.

“Okay, do we have a pit plan?” You ask knowing you were on mediums in hopes they’d last long enough to get you onto Intermediates or Wet if it’s due to rain that badly.

“We’re checking now, looking into stuff with Lando too and seeing what the other teams and looking at doing, but looking like Pit Plan E”

“Yep, copied” he grit out unhappy that they are already prioritising your brother.

“Well Y/N let’s get racing for you first F1 home race! Lecelrc and Bottas in front of you and Lando, Alonso and Vettel behind you and both. And then Max and Hamilton front row” he explains, you knew you had to get a good start to overtake your brother and possibly Charles if there was an opening so as you were driving round the formation lap, you cleared your mind of everything but racing.

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[bethanysnow]

How I think Stray Kids would date a Plus Size Girlfriend!~ Makenae line!

Hyung Line

-Han

This man is going to deny his feelings so hard???? Like my god- he is gonna flirt with you, hold your hand, be an absolute adorable pain in your ass. Let you in, and if asked about it? Nahh, we are just friends. And its gonna crush you. But he knows as soon as it left his face he shouldn't have said it. He is just protecting his heart and he is scared.

He is so internal about his deep feelings that most people wouldn't be able to tell if he was upset, but if you see that his eyes are gonna light up like fireworks. We see how aware he is around Leeknow, how in the SKZ show he did with Minho he was able to tell like 'wait 10 seconds and if he sighs or huffs he didn't really wanna do it' THIS MAN IS SO DETAILED?! Like we know he is an angst boy, and loves writing heartbreaking songs, I don't think that he would change that about himself, but he would write about your troubles. How he is so desperate to see yourself the way he sees you. Which I think if he was to date a plus-size girlfriend it would unironically be a like Noona thing? We all joke and tease that this man is subby and needs a minho or a dominate woman, but I think he just likes to not have to be 'the pants' as it were. I don't get a super typical masc vibe so having someone who is on the other side of the spectrum is helpful. He isn't a dominant person, he doesn't like the attention a lot of the time. He reminds me of like very calm and collected kinda he will be your peace. He will remind you to drink water, and hold you when you're sad, but also wants to be held.

He will fall in love with you internally and grow to love your body. Which is a pain, but its true I think. First thing out of his boys mouth is how cute you are, and prepare to have your cheeks squished. Lots of demanding kisses, lots of hand holding. If you can carry him? OOO YOU'VE GOT HIM IN THE PALM OF YOUR HAND! He loves to be baby, but don't let that fool you that he is any less man than changbin or Channie or anyone else

-Felix

I think out of everyone (this may be controversial) this man is the one that is going to have the most internal problems with the idea. Where for hyunjin its a lot around his perception, but for felix its all internal. I say this because like Chan, he lived in Australia, and moved to Korea. He is going to have a lot of complexes regarding his looks. He went and starved himself for 5 ish days because he felt he needed to for a fashion show. (which isn't true) He did martial arts and as someone who dated a person who also did martial arts with a similar amount of awards, there is so much conversation around what your body can do? In that culture? Pushing past those limits, finding your inner strength. This is great in theory, but not so in practice if done poorly because it forces you to think far more critically and not constructively about yourself. He has on record talked about how not great he thinks he looks and it breaks my heart and I very much think that it would affect a relationship. Not that I think he is worried about public reception, but he might buy into a lot of the bad science that's out there around plus-size bodies. I also think him and Chan would make jokes that aren't that.... well-received?

But if he gets through all of that, you have an absolute dork on your hands. He is so ready to skip chapters and be 4 years married going to your daughter's dance recital. He will dote on you and lay on you, and just hold your face in his hands and squish your cheeks to make duck lips. He is I think like Han in that softer masculinity, not that it's any less masculine. He's just not gonna be very dude-bro about it. If you want to take the lead he's all for it. If you want him to be the lead he'll happily step up. I think like some other members of SKZ he wants to provide for you, he wants to make sure you are happy and taken care of and feel loved. If you have a love language or a attachment style he will research it, or if you have an interest he will look into it to try and talk to you about it. Being plus size I think it wouldn't affect him much and if you needed to sit he'd sit with you.

He knows shame, and so if you were stuck in a situation where you felt shame like going to dinner with friends or being invited to do a day outing and getting winded? He would defend you or try his best to make it suck less. He is such a quiet reliance that he will be your security when the world falls apart.

-Seungmin

This motherfucker doesn't give a single flying fuck about how you look. Or how you think you look or if you think you look bad. It will always go like this

"Whats wrong?"

"...It's nothing"

Punches you in tiny "what's wrong?"

"I just don't feel pretty okay? Or like I deserve you or just gahh!"

"..Well that's dumb. Of course you deserve me. We love each other."

and he will walk away, run back ruffle your hair or give you a kiss and walk away again. THATS IT! I think if it was really serious he would listen and try to help, but he knows hes not gonna change how you feel about yourself in some grand gesture. We know he teases a lot of people, but if you made him aware that 'hey lets not' I think he'd be considerate about it. He'd then tease you about something else, but he knows not to super cross lines set up. If someone around yall makes a 'joke' or tries to make fun of you I believe he'd either try and spin it in a way where its not bad, or he'd play threaten violence but you know its not as...play as people believe it to be. He is I think also in the line of softer masculinity, but is more leaning towards the hyung line of masculine than someone like Felix. (everyone has their moments of course)

He is one of those people that I see wanting an equal partnership, someone he can have banter with (not just be rude and see if you put up with it) but like actual witty banter. He is simultaneously baby but also is happy to hold you close. He doesn't care about looking stupid in public so don't let you think for a moment he wouldn't hold your hand in public. He would bring you up in any conversation, just so proud of you and your accomplishments. He is rather shy of a person, until you get to know him then he is a twerp so if you can bounce with that energy you've got a good relationship in spades.

-I.N

This man is such a dweeb! In a good way! But his clumsy ass would actually be falling head over heels! I dont think hes gotten a lot of outside experience in the dating scene due to school and then just instant idol life? So someone with similar youthful energy that matches his would do really well. I think he'd need someone his age too, unlike Han who would be interested in a noona. Noona stuff for him I feel is more kidding than real relationship material.

This is where I have to apologize to Jeongin stans, I do not have a single romantic or interested bone in my body for IN other than 'he is baby, let me feed him food'. I wanna take care of him like a big sister, not a girlfriend. Though because of this I will link some fics to hopefully make it better. (I haven't read these so be warned)

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[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

More Nimona headcanons because these dorks have taken over my brain

I feel like Nimona tried really hard to hate Ambrosius

The first month they knew each other Nimona tried so hard to antagonize him and poke fun at him and remind him of the shit he’s done wrong 

But it’s kind of hard to hate someone who’s slow to anger and quick to forgive 

Reminding someone of their past mistakes with the intent to hurt them kind of stops being fun when the person is constantly aware of their mistakes 

And owns up to them without making excuses and is constantly trying to undo the damage their mistakes caused  

After a while, he grows on her and she starts to trust him and in return he trusts her

This one is based heavily on me and my best friends 

Nimona and Ambrosius will talk shit loudly in public 

They won’t use code names and if they don’t know the person they’ll start describing them like “Did you see that dude in the yellow shirt? He just pushed that kid out of line what a dick!”

They won't check to see if the person is out of earshot either they simply don't give a fuck

And this gives Bal so much fucking anxiety enough that he starts pleading with them to stop

You hear them going off about something and Bal saying “Ambrosius love hun sunshine I’m begging you to keep your voice down” 

“Nim Nimona starlight hi I would like to remind you that they’re still behind us and I don’t want to explain to Ambrosius why you’ve gotten into another fight this week so please stop” 

To which Nimona responds with “Tell him he’ll probably laugh”

Whenever Nimona and Ambrosius want to rant they rant to each other 

Because Bal is the type of person to give advice in the middle of a rant 

Talking some “If you explain this to them in a calm and compassionate manner I’m sure they’ll stop”

And while that's excellent advice sometimes you just want to scream your most unhinged thoughts at someone 

And they never judge each other either 

Nimona can look Ambrosius dead in the eyes and go “Have you ever gotten so angry during an argument that you’ve considered lighting their car on fire?” 

And Ambrosius won't even think about it he’ll respond immediately with a “Who hasn't?” while Bal slowly backs out of the room and silently vows to hide his car the next time they fight 

Whenever Ambrosius comes home from a stressful day at work he just walks into the house and lets out the most dramatic drawn out sigh 

And whenever Nimona hears that noise they’ll run to the living room and sit on the couch patiently waiting for their daily rant session 

Whenever Nimona gets home and wants to rant he’ll walk around until he finds Ambrosius

And if he can't find him he’ll sit by Bal and stew in his anger while he waits for him to come home 

He can't even take one step through the door without Nimona saying something like “How dare you make me wait” 

And Ambrosius will always respond with something like “Oh I’m so sorry firecracker it’ll never happen again”

And encourage them to tell him the information they’ve been patiently waiting to spill

Bal doesn’t rant unless he’s literally at the end of his rope

Like you have to royally screw him over for him to go home and rant to his family 

When he finally rants to them they don’t make a big deal out of it 

But they do however try their best to take care of him without raising his suspicions 

Nimona will conveniently make Bal’s favorite dinner 

Ambrosius will just so happen to pick up his favorite dessert on his way home (cause they both know the signs of a Bal rant and they plan accordingly) 

They listen to his rant and let him eat his favorite food in peace while they play his favorite movies 

You know real wholesome shit 

All the while they’re coming up with plans in their head to destroy this person's life

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Yandere America Relationship Headcanons

Gender neutral, manipulation, breaking and entering, stalking, long post ahead!

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How the relationship started...

A total cliché, but Alfred would go for a damsel in distress. He met you on the stairs passing each other, you tripped, and he caught you in his arms in the nick of time. You quickly apologize and thank him with an embarrassed smile, and you continue on your way. Alfred tries to, but he can't seem to stop thinking about that flustered expression on your face, the sound of your voice, and the way you felt under your clothes...

He tries to shake the feeling off, but he just had to bump into you again.

Alfred's second encounter with you was when you two were at the counter at the convenience store, and you were a dollar short. Him, being the hero he is, leans over from behind you and puts a dollar down on the counter.

You look at him, recognizing him as the dude who prevented you from eating shit at that staircase. You blush at the embarrassing memory.

"Don't worry about it." Alfred smiles boyishly, noticing that same flustered expression. He relishes in the feeling of your warmth against his chest when he leans forward, and immediately misses it when he pulls away.

"Th.. Thanks."

You take your things and go, and Alfred is up next to pay for his things. His eyes linger on you as you exit.

Alfred can't wait for the next time you two have a chance encounter, so he catches up to you.

"Hey, dude!" He calls out, approaching you from behind. His heart races a little.

"Oh-" You are a little startled, he feels kinda bad. "What's up?"

"Cause of that dollar I gave you, I had to give up my potato chips!" Alfred cries.

He's lying. He's hoping to god they don't make a crinkle sound under his jacket.

"Oh, shoot, I'm sorry. Can.. Uh, can I pay you back some other day? I don't have any cash on me at the moment."

Alfred smiles. "I can give you my number, and we'll make out the details then?"

"Y-Yeah, of course."

His smile grows wider.

Expectations...

Because Alfred is just oh-so sociable and has such a friendly, extroverted disposition, it isn't very hard for him at all to quickly become one of your closest friends, and, one day, when you two were stuck in the rain after a late night fast-food dash gone wrong, he confesses his feelings for you. You accept, and he kisses you so hard your lips bled a bit from the impact. Of course, he apologized like crazy. You two look back at it now and laugh.

Alfred does his best to appear like a normal boyfriend. He is one who cares a lot about keeping up appearances, so he'd hate it if his weird tendencies slipped through and made itself apparent to you.

Yet another cliché, Alfred is one who yearns for the perfect American dream sort of image. Alfred really likes clichés, they're easy to predict and he can control them. He likes kissing in the rain, he likes calling you cheesy nicknames, and he wants to get married and have a kid and a pet dog with you. And he expects you to completely adhere to that fantasy of his.

Luckily for you, he won't get too violent if you're not the best at keeping up that appearance, since he has other methods of keeping you in line.

Punishments...

Since Alfred highly values appearing like a run-of-the-mill happy couple, he finds it essential that you don't suspect him at all or see him in any negative light.

So he takes to some really dirty manipulation tactics. He'd start with scolding you lightly and emphasizing every time you slip up or make a clumsy mistake.

"Oh-! Woah, babe, you almost tripped again. Thank God I caught you.. You really can't go anywhere without me."

"Did you mix up the laundry again? Damn, that's the third time this month."

He mixed up your laundry on purpose.

"Shoot! The food's burning... Ah, don't worry! I'll just order some takeout, it's alright, honey."

He totally left the burner on high while you went to the bathroom for a second.

Alfred just wants to plant a seed in your head that you're rather helpless, and need his assistance for many, if not all things. And assuming this works, you'll start clinging to him much more than you usually do.

He wants more, though. He wants you to fear the outside world so much that you have no choice but to stay in his house forever and see him as the one thing that could protect you.

He would very likely stage a break-in to get you to that point. During a moment where you're staying in your own home instead of his, he'll don a ski mask and clothing that would make him unrecognizable to you, and late at night, when you're getting comfortable, he breaks in.

Alfred doesn't mind destruction, and that's including towards other people. Like Matthew, violence would be a last resort to him, however, Alfred is much more unforgiving.

..He won't be pretty about breaking into your home. Glass will be everywhere, he'll set off alarms, and he won't be shy about getting caught on your home cameras.

Although destruction isn't his main intent, he just wants you to know someone was here. He'll move your furniture around, knock frames off of the walls, and take a few valuables, like jewelry. Nothing you should miss too much.

Then he sees you.

He never really intended for you to see him, but, now he was facing you, and to your eyes, you were face to face with a stranger who just broke into your home.

Alfred sees the panic and fear boil over in your eyes, and right before you run or scream or are able to do anything— He rushes forward and grabs you. His heart is racing

Instead of saying anything, in fear you recognize his voice, he raises a gloved finger to his lips, telling you to stay quiet.

You nod, and you're crying.

(Alfred hates to admit a part of him finds this exhilarating, but the way you're crying because of him makes him feel so horrible).

He nods his masked face at you, and goes to your bedroom to collect a few more valuables (your underwear).

As he's leaving your home, he turns his head to see you on your phone, and he panics, thinking you've dialed 911. He hurries up and runs off to a secluded area so he could take off the outer layer of clothes he was wearing.

As he takes off his jacket, the phone in his pocket rings.

And it's you.

He's frozen for a second, wondering why you were calling him. Did you know it was him? What did he do that set you off?

He picks up.

"Babe?" He cringes at how his voice shakes. "What's up?"

Then you're crying his name like it was a prayer, telling him what just happened and begging for him to come over and pick you up.

And his heart swells. You came to him first for protection? You trusted him the most with your safety?

He grins, and he can't help the way his smile could be heard in his voice when he tells you he'll be there as quickly as he can. He's so happy he's trembling. Luckily, you're still too shaken up to notice his strangely cheery tone of voice.

Then now you're clinging to him, much more than ever before, trusting him with your life, and the only thing you fear is being without him. Just like he wanted.

Rewards...

Alfred REALLY likes physical affection. He does show his love in many ways, but he's so physical that it may come off as creepy. He likes licking your face, biting lightly on your shoulder, and sniffing whatever he can, even if it's some embarrassing area... He's like a dog, really. He also likes taking you out on cheesy dates, like going to Disneyland or going to a haunted house, and taking lots of pictures to flaunt the two of you's oh-so-perfect relationship.

He has this habit of resting his hand around your neck and sorta rubbing it. I'm not sure if he'd be into asphyxiation, but he finds the action rather intimate. The throat is a vulnerable spot, and him having it in his hand so casually makes him feel good. He also has this other habit where he likes to sorta tickle your palm with his fingertips. When he hears your laugh when he does this, he gets an uncharacteristically demure expression on his face, and looks at you with hearts in his eyes.

Silence is his love language, I think.

He spends a lot of time being loud and untamed, and maybe it's a defense mechanism, who knows? So these little moments where he allows himself to be quiet, to be quiet around you, are his favorite ones.

He wakes up really early, at least earlier than you do. Maybe contrary to popular belief, I feel like Alfred is somewhat of a workaholic, so he naturally tries to get a head-start on the day.

He used to hate waking up so early, but with you, it's now his favorite part of the day. The only thing he hates is getting up to leave you for work. But he thinks it's all worth it, because it's all for you.

It's so quiet. And you're here. And no one else is around. It's just the two of you.

It feels like he's not real, during these early mornings. He knows you are, though. You're everything that's real to him. He reminds himself that this isn't a dream by touching and admiring your face while you slept. He can feel your soft breathing on his skin.

Alfred rests his forehead against yours, and he doesn't say this out loud, since he doesn't wanna wake you up, but it's also because.. He feels like you just get him. He believes you two are soulmates, and that you'll just feel whatever he's thinking, even while asleep.

"I love you." He says, in silence.

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[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

first time anon but long time lurker and as always I find myself back to your blog(s). Was going through your masterposts (mainly hp but I look forward to diving once more in meta and fics about twilight too) and was wondering how come that nobody pieces together the clues and realises that lupin is a werewolf? (name aside, the bloke was disappearing and feeling poorly around every full moon and was for 7 years in a castle with the same people and nobody expect his dorm mates noticed??)

My question is, is wizardkind this oblivious/stupid/reliant on magic and looking things at surface level?

Would love to hear your thoughts about it bc I agree with many things in your meta posts and I'm kinda curious.

have a good day ✨

Because why would he be?

Why's There a Werewolf on Campus?

Why would Hogwarts be housing a werewolf? The idea, I imagine, would be untenable to anyone. And if they were unwittingly, surely, they would have noticed and done something about it? Lupin was able to remain hidden because he had extra support from Dumbledore as Headmaster. Dumbledore made it so Lupin had a place to hide during his transformations, so there was no wolf rampaging around the halls.

To suspect somebody's a werewolf, you have to say to yourself, "The staff knowingly is supporting a werewolf on campus" and that's if they suspect anything in the first place. Which they really don't have any reason to.

And even then, remember for most people that aren't Harry living in Harry canon, Hogwarts is supposed to be a safe and wonderful place. It's not supposed to be filled with horrible monsters/death around every corner. The idea of a werewolf being on campus would be something that would be as anathema to there being a troll on campus!

Remember that in canon, the HP parents were appalled when they found out that Lupin was a werewolf, and the man was immediately sacked.

He Ain't the Stereotype

Lupin, especially at a young age, would not look like what wizards and witches would think a werewolf would. While the whole point is that werewolves can be anybody, a young boy (even if he is scarred) who's still growing just isn't going to match the haunting image of Fenrir Greyback for people.

People are not going to look at his face and thing "WEREWOLF". In fact, given how sickly he acts (and unless these people are aware of how werewolves actually act around the full moon), they're probably going to think, well, sickly.

Who Notices Anyway?

Harry and the other students in canon notice that Lupin seems to be sickly/become regularly sick. Roughly once a month (but remember that the modern western calendar doesn't exactly line up with the lunar cycle) Lupin looks awful, and then he disappears for a few days and Snape comes to lecture them and says, "YOU LITTLE FUCKS EVER THINK ABOUT WEREWOLVES?!"

And even then, the HP students don't put it together (see above, why would their professor be a werewolf), even when they're looking up at the sky every night for astronomy (and either tracking the lunar cycle or else on non-overcast nights at least getting a chance to observe it).

And these are people in a position where they see and notice the man regularly. He is professor to all of these students; he is a person that everyone in the school will notice when he's absent and when he's not.

Lupin as a student would not be. First, the only people who would really notice him missing, consistently, are those he shares classes with, which is going to be mostly Gryffindor. Even then, most people are not going to be looking for him specifically, so you really narrow it down to a) people in Lupin's year and b) Lupin's friends who care.

Those who do know that Lupin is regularly sick--well, it's just that, the dude has magical tuberculosis or something. He's clearly only just healthy enough to attend Hogwarts, but every once in a while, he pushes it too hard and woops has to go on bedrest for a little while. If he's not seen in the dorms, people either assume he's in his dorm room (which people outside of the inhabitants don't have much reason to regularly enter) or he's in the Hospital Wing.

No one's going to notice that when Lupin disappears exactly coincides with the full moon plus or minus a few days.

Except, of course, his roommates who do see that whenever this happens--his bed is empty at night. Where exactly does he go? If he's going to St. Mungo's, why doesn't he say? James, Sirius, and Peter were in a unique position to notice far more about Remus's habits, the truth of where he is or isn't, than anyone else in the castle.

And if Anyone Did Think It, Which Why Would They...

Remus has his roommates and friends to cover for him, which I'm sure they did. They ensure anyone who thinks to ask that Remus is totally in their dorm room, sick as a dog (hur hur hur).

And why would they have reason to lie about this?

Similarly, this requires McGonagall and Dumbledore to be witting and lying, as if Remus was simply sickly, they would surely know and have made arrangements for him being in the hospital wing all the damn time/having to skip class so much.

And why would they have reason to lie about one of their students being a werewolf?

TL;DR

It's such a preposterous concept to most people, that they have no reason to ever even suspect that Remus Lupin was a werewolf.

They probably thought Lupin had wizard consumption.

[ivyyisbored22]

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭— 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐅

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Chapter 2

Bang Chan

Even after asking my family to keep the ceremony simple, they went out of my way to invite people I have never seen in my life.

I just wanted to get this over with, read my vows, kiss her, slide the ring onto her finger and go back home. Not dance, cut the cake and watch her throw the bouquet to see who's next in line for marriage.

Although, there was something about her that I couldn't push out of my mind even after trying so hard. The way her big brown eyes looked at me when we were exchanging our vows or how her lips moved when she spoke.

I was genuinely expecting her to walk away last night when I asked her to sign the contract, but her acceptance to this marriage valid only for a year caught me off guard since I wasn't really expecting her to have the same reason as me, being pressured to get married.

Inheriting the company isn't what I want to do ever but if my father wants his empire to go for generations, I don't really have a choice. I already got the position of COO last year after the previous one resigned and it's not like I'm going to become CEO over night anyway.

I didn't have a single belief in marriage. It was a legal commitment that seemed more like a business merger than anything romantic.

Growing up, I saw it as a cage, restricting freedom and independence. Even after returning home to the States from Europe and taking on more responsibilities in the family company, marriage was never on my agenda. It was my father's idea, a way to stabilize my erratic lifestyle and secure the future of our brand.

"A wife is an important person in your life son. You're 26, you'll be 30 in a nick of time and I want you to settle down and be responsible"

Responsible. My ass. My father's words still haunted my mind and his ultimatum- to touch cigarettes and alcohol after his life threatening surgery gave me no choice but to agree to this arranged marriage.

The ceremony was over, the guests had left, my friends and I were in my suite, sushi and alcohol were spread across the table. I grabbed a piece and put it in my mouth, letting the flavours melt in my tongue.

"Your wife is fucking gorgeous in person" Hyunjin, one of my best friends said, sitting back on the couch, his hand holding a glass of gin, his hair was in a mini ponytail and shirt half unbuttoned.

"Careful Hyunjin," Lee Know warned, sitting on the other side of the same couch and leaned over to grab a piece of sushi. "You don't want to piss off the newlywed. His face looks unbearable as it is."

I scoffed, finishing off my glass of whiskey, the strong liquid burning down my throat. That felt good. "It's fine. It's not a real marriage anyway" I laid my head back of the couch. The weight of the day's events still pressed on me.

"Real or not, she is still your wife. I respect that woman for agreeing to sign that insane contract of yours in the first place" Changbin said from the other side, scrolling his phone and sipping his own glass of wine. The guy sleeps in the fucking gym, his shirt was trying its best not to burst.

"The poor girl looked terrified of you when I handed the rings. Seriously bro why can't you smile for Christ's sake?" Felix looked at me, annoyance spread across his face.

His blue hair felt like a disco ball shinning right in my face. I was already irritated as I am, but I have never gone as far as to getting my tension out on my friends. We have been together for the longest I remember, they are literally part of my family.

"Shouldn't you be with her now? Why the hell are you here?" Lee Know looked at me with a single eyebrow arching up, the rest of the guys, Han, I.N and Seungmin humming in sync.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and got up and poured myself another glass of whiskey, Lee Know shook his head and leaned back on the couch, visibly irritated by my behaviour.

"Dude, just go to her. Whether a year, real or not, she is your wife. Stop being a dick. Plus I don't get it, man. Why go through with this if it's just for a year?" Hyunjin said glaring at me, I could not understand why the guys were more pissed at this than I am.

Shouldn't I be worrying about her, which I am clearly not, their irritations annoyed the fuck out of me.

"It's complicated okay?" I said taking a deep breath and getting off the couch, holding my glass and tidying my shirt. "Dad's health, family issues, I didn't have any other choice."

I walked over, crossing them towards the balcony, letting the night's breeze hit my face. The air felt like icicles piercing my skin, I sighed and looked back at the guys who got engrossed in their own conversation, probably scolding me although I didn't care.

I probably was being a dick, but I didn't give a shit. She wasn't interested in this marriage and so wasn't I, why even bother trying to play husband and wife when nobody was looking? We only had to pretend in front of the family during the events for a year and after a year we can part ways mutually.

That was the deal. She read the contract and signed it.

The beach view outside was serene, the moonlit waves glowing with a calm vibrancy that seemed at odds with the cold, hollow feeling inside me. Seagulls called faintly in the distance, and life went on as if everything was normal. As if my world hadn't just been turned upside down.

I took a sip from my glass, the alcohol burning its way down my throat, and let the sound of the waves drown out my thoughts. For a moment, I closed my eyes and let the cool breeze wash over me, hoping it would clear my mind.

A soft clap on my shoulder brought me back to my senses, Han stood next to me, running a hand through his hair as he looked at me. "Look dude, we get it alright. This isn't what you wanted and you're doing this for the sake of your father," I looked at him, the grip around my glass tightening, his hand remained on my back.

"But still, she is part reason why your dad's nagging and stress is off your shoulders at least for a year. So go to her. At least get to know something about her. What will you do if some relative of yours comes to you and asks something about you both? You know how nosey families can be. Are you going to remain like a lifeless statue in front of them?"

I arched an eyebrow at him but he was right. I had to know something about her. All I knew about her was her name and she is twenty four. I put my hand on his shoulder and gulped down the remaining liquid in my glass.

"Fine. I'll go. Just don't break any shit in here after getting drunk or something."

Han chuckled at my response and took the glass from my hand. I went back inside and grabbed my coat off the bed and headed towards the door.

"Good luck bro" I.N, our youngest of our group wished me luck as if I was going to sit for an entrance exam to Harvard.

I chuckled softly and shook my head at him, "Bye guys, see you later."

I said as I closed the door to my suite behind me and headed to the elevator, the doors slid open, if I didn't forget, her suite was one floor above mine. I reached the floor in less than 10 seconds and walked to her suite at the end of the hall and softly knocked on the door.

I don't know what the hell was I expecting to see behind the door, but it surprised me when Aria greeted me. Her hair was let down lose drapping over her shoulders, she was wearing a night robe and for the first time I saw her bare face without any make-up on and she looked flawless.

"Oh, hello" She greeted, looking calm and surprisingly composed despite the circumstances. Her eyes, though, held a flicker of curiosity and perhaps a hint of uncertainty.

"Hi," I said trying to match her calm demeanor as I switched my coat from my left to the right. "Can I come in?"

She stepped aside, allowing me to enter. The suite was tastefully decorated, reflecting a sense of understated elegance. I noticed a book lying open on the coffee table, a glass of water beside it. It seemed she had been trying to unwind, just like I had but with literature instead of alcohol.

"Don't you have anyone over?" I asked as I turned to look at her behind me. We were almost the same height, she was just a few inches shorter than me, her honey skin glowed under the lights with her big brown eyes locked with mine.

"My sister and 2 friends were over but they just left like 30 minutes ago" She said, looking at me and then walking past me to the mini bar. "Would you like something to drink?" She asked.

"No thanks. I just had a few drinks. I came over to talk" I maintained my tone neutral, trying not to scare her off like Felix reminded me. Her gaze met mine again but my eyes directly fell on a little robe. It fit perfectly on the right places, a slight cleavage was visible, I couldn't supress a smirk as I examined her body.

She looked like she'd be absolutely perfect beneath my palms, her lips looked so soft, I just wanted to forget everything and take her right here.

What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!

Aria probably felt my gaze making her uncomfortable, she instinctively put her hands over her stomach. I looked up, her eyes were already on me.

"You can take a seat" She gestured towards the couch.

"So," I placed my coat on her bed and looked at her as she sat down a few feet away from me, almost at the other end of the couch.

Oh for fuck's sake. I'm not a devil.

"It looks like we don't know anything about each other, I thought we could get to know about us and also about the agreement. Although you did read my terms last night. We pretend we are a happy couple in front of our families..." I spoke, she just nodded and hummed.

"Are you afraid of me?" She looked up from the ground as I asked her that, her gaze holding an emotion I couldn't decipher.

"No," Aria shook her head and fisted her hands on her knees. "I'm not afraid of you" She said, refusing to meet my gaze.

"Then why are you reacting like I'm going to harm you?" Her eyes widened at my question. I scoffed and touched my temple.

"Look Aria, I'm your husband and even if it's just for a year, I'm not going to do anything against your will." I said coldly, trying to keep calm.

"Yes I understand. We can pretend in front of our families as per your contract and part ways mutually once it ends." She said keeping her eyes on me.

"Exactly," I replied, feeling a slight relief that we were on the same page. "We'll be cordial, attend family events together, and keep up appearances. But when we're alone, we can live our own lives."

She nodded, her expression softening slightly. "I can handle that. It actually makes things easier."

"Good." Even though she sat at the other end of the couch, she felt like she was close to me. Her chest rose and fell in each breath, she was definitely afraid of my presence even if she tried to hide it. Her suite had the scent of elegant roses and vanilla, for some reason I liked it.

"Now that we have that settled, why don't we talk a bit about ourselves? It'll make pretending easier if we know a little more about each other."

She seemed to relax at the suggestion. "Alright, what do you want to know?"

"What's your favourite book? I noticed you were reading when I came in.

A small smile tugged at her lips. "I have a lot of favorites, but if I had to pick one, it would be 'Pride and Prejudice' by Jane Austen."

"Ah, a classic," I said, nodding appreciatively, even though I had absolutely no interest in Literature. "I haven't read it, but I've heard good things."

"You should try it. It's more than just a love story, really"

I felt her comment had a double meaning towards me but I brushed it away. "Will do" I said as I rested my arm on the head of the couch.

We continued to exchange small details about our lives— favorite movies, hobbies, places we'd like to visit. It was surprising how easily the conversation flowed, and I found myself enjoying getting to know her. Her voice was elegant and soothing, with a calmness that put me at ease. Which was very unusual for me.

"Okay then I'm leaving," I got off the couch, my voice going back to it's neutral tone. "We're going to my place tomorrow in the morning, so be ready by 9:00." I said as I walked over to her bed to grab my coat.

She nodded and didn't speak anything until I was at her door.

"Good night. See you tomorrow"

"Good night" She said, closing the door, leaving me in alone in the empty, silent corridor. I walked to the elevator and to my suite, when I entered, the guys had already left.

I took a quick shower and changed into my shorts and got on the bed. My mind drifted back to our conversation, Aria seemed more easy to get along than I had expected.

But in that moment I didn't realise that I might get attatched to her more than I wanted to.

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[andopandor]

McPiggin'

When Alex arrives at McDonald's for his shift, he is not surprised to see that his coworker Darian hasn't shown up yet. The man is scatterbrained and a bit of a stoner, and it's not unusual for him to be a few minutes late. Luckily, their middle-aged manager Nadia has a soft spot for him, so he usually gets away with it. Alex wouldn't admit it, but he's been developing a bit of a crush on the guy.

Darian bursts into the kitchen ten minutes after eleven, full of grins and apologies. He's looking somewhat unkempt, and his eyes give away that he must have smoked up before work. Alex notices that Darian has grown a bit softer since he started working at the fast food joint, particularly around the midsection - likely a result of indulging in the employee discount. Alex is not too interested in eating the food himself, but takes pleasure serving the high-calorie products to hungry guests.

"Damn, I've got the munchies," Darian says to Alex in greeting, stopping by the fries station to sneak a few into his mouth.

Alex glances over, shaking his head with a smirk. "C'mon, Darian. You know Nadia is really strict about stealing food. You don't want to get into trouble."

Darian rolls his eyes and shoves a few more fries into his mouth. "Ah, she's cool. She's always been cool with me. Anyway, I skipped lunch, I need sustenance if I'm going to make it through this shift." Alex doesn't bother to mention that it's not yet even noon.

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Soon, the lunch rush is in full swing, and the kitchen is a flurry of activity. Darian and Alex work well together, quickly prepping the food and loading the grills and fryers. They exchange the occasional comment or joke, but mostly focus on their tasks at hand. Nadia walks by and gives them a quick nod of approval before moving on to assist a customer at the front counter.

But as they work, Alex observes Darian sneaking some fries, nuggets, or a handful of cheese here and there. He chuckles to himself, knowing that Nadia won't treat him too harshly if he gets caught.

During a lull, Darian pops over to the front counter and returns with a strawberry milkshake. "Look what I got," he says to Alex, holding up the shake like a trophy.

Alex raises an eyebrow. "Dude, you're stealing milkshakes now? How did you manage that?"

Darian laughs, taking a long sip. "Ah, come on, man. You know I've got game. I just sweet-talked the cashiers out front. My charm is irresistible," he teases, winking at Alex.

It's true, Darian did have a kind of charisma that Alex found hard to ignore. But he was always flirting with the female employees. If only there was some way to get Darian to notice him in that way...

Soon enough, their manager Nadia appears in the kitchen, giving Darian a disapproving look. "Darian, where did you get that milkshake?"

Darian looks away, searching for a lie. "Uh well you see... there was this customer..."

Nadia rolls her eyes. "Look, just go put it in your locker. You can finish it on your break."

Darian leaves, and Nadia leans in towards Alex conspiratorially. "That Darian is a handful, but he's a cute kid. I can never stay mad at him for long. Besides, a growing boy like him needs to eat." She chuckles. "Goodness knows he's put on a few since I hired him."

Alex nods thinking about how Darian looked at his training shift a few months back... His face had definitely rounded out, and his uniform was looking a lot tighter. He tried to chase the image of Darian's tight pants from his mind.

Nadia pauses, considering her words. "Anyway, thank you for keeping him in line when I'm not around. He really respects you, you know."

Alex scoffs. "Please, he only cares about impressing the cashiers," he jokes, but can't help feeling a tiny sting of jealousy.

"He just thrives on the attention," Nadia replies. "You may not have noticed, but I've seen the way he looks at you."

The telephone rings, and suddenly Nadia is her cold, managerial self again. "I've meddled enough. Get back to work - I don't pay you to stand around."

Alex nods, a slight smile playing at the corner of his lips. He turns back to the grill. Maybe there is hope for Darian to notice him after all. Maybe he just has to speak to him in a language that he'll understand.

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Later in the afternoon, the restaurant is quiet. Darian and Alex are chatting about their courses, weekend plans, and whatever else. Alex decides to enact his plan.

"Hey, Darian?" Alex says, looking at him sideways. "Still got the munchies?"

Darian grins. "Oh, always. Why do you ask?"

"Well I've got this idea for a new sandwich recipe. Maybe you can help me test it?" Alex offers, starting to toast a fresh brioche bun.

"Oh yeah?" Darian perks up. "What kind of sandwich?" He leans forward. Alex tries to ignore the way his pudge presses up against the prep counter.

"Well, I know how much you like the nuggets," Alex explains, layering them over a beef patty, "and the bacon." he continues, adding a couple of fatty slices. Darian is watching intently. Alex finishes off the sandwich with a slice of cheddar and a healthy dose of mayo. "I call it the McPiggin'. What do you think?"

Darian's eyes are lit up. "That... that sounds amazing." he says, nearly salivating. "I'm sure it'll be a hit." But he hesitates. "What about Nadia? "

Alex grins slyly. "She told me she'll be downstairs doing paperwork. She'll be gone for a while." Alex pushes the greasy sandwich towards Darian. "Try it! It's getting cold."

His friend pauses, a little confused by Alex's sudden change in attitude. But he's not complaining... the sandwich does look fantastic. "Okay, here goes," he says, looking around the kitchen before taking a tentative bite.

The flavours explode in his mouth, the salty nuggets and bacon balanced by the creamy mayo and sharp cheddar. It's the best thing he's ever tasted. He takes another bite, larger this time, savouring every bit of it. "Dude, this is amazing!" he exclaims, licking his fingers.

Alex feels something stir inside him, thinking of all the calories Darian is ingesting in a single sandwich. He had never thought of taking advantage of Darian's appetite in this way before, but now it's all he can think about.

"Here's another idea I had," Alex says, quickly throwing another sandwich together. After working in the kitchen for so long, the ingredients come together like second nature. "Brunch burger! Bacon, egg, and hashbrown on a quarter pound of beef. Hold the lettuce."

Darian's eyes widen in anticipation as he takes the second burger. "You're a genius, Alex," he says, taking a huge bite. The flavours are even better than the first one. "We're going to be so famous for these." He's so focused on the sandwich, he barely notices Alex watching him eat. When he looks up, their eyes meet, and finally Alex sees it in his eyes. The way he's always wanted Darian to look at him. Something like hunger and lust.

The moment soon passes as Darian returns to the thick sandwich. "Damn is it filling though," he admits, patting his belly. "This'll go straight to my gut."

"Don't worry, Darian," Alex responds quickly. "You can visit the gym tomorrow and burn it off. You said you had a membership, right?"

Darian shrugs. They both knew that he hasn't been using it - and he never planned to. Alex figures he needs to tempt Darian with another sandwich before he starts have second thoughts.

"Surf and turf," he explains, placing a filet-o-fish between two patties. "... and sky," he adds as an afterthought, including a crispy chicken patty. Why not?

"Oh my god, Alex!" Darian exclaims, laughing. "You're out of your mind! That's like... three pounds of meat right there!" But he takes the sandwich anyway and starts devouring it, groaning as it passes through his lips. "You do know that chickens can't really fly, right?" he mumbles through a mouthful of food. "Tastes good though."

"Oh, shut up and enjoy the sandwich," Alex replies, grinning. He leans back against a counter and watches Darian eat, feeling a strange mix of pride and... something else. He can't quite put his finger on it.

Darian continues to eat, oblivious to Alex's gaze. Finally, he leans back against the counter, pats his belly, and lets out a satisfied sigh. "Well, that was... quite possible the best burger I've ever had. You really know how to make a guy happy, Alex."

After three heavy sandwiches, a milkshake, and countless stolen nuggets, Darian's belly is putting up a fight against the waistband of his uniform. The round mass is jutting out a few centimeters over his belt, and his shirt is taut against his bellybutton, leaving a small divot. Alex swallows hard, feeling a strange mix of desire and... possessiveness. He can't believe he just fed Darian all of that food. And the way he ate it, the way he enjoyed it... it was like Darian wanted to stuff his belly to bursting too.

Darian stretches his arms above his head, then quickly pulls the hem of his shirt back down as the reveals a little too much of his belly's bare skin. He massages his gut in small circles, clearly feeling somewhat uncomfortable in his tight clothes. But he's still looking at Alex with those deep brown hungry eyes.

Alex flushes, suddenly unsure what to say now. Thankfully, Nadia returns from the office, interrupting the charged moment.

"Darian! What are you doing?" she shouts.

"Oh, hi Nadia," Darian says, quickly stepping away from the counter and trying to suck in his bulging belly. "Just... working. You know. Doing my job." He grins naturally.

"That's exactly the problem. You should have left for your break five minutes ago! Get out of here." Alex sighs, relieved that Nadia was completely oblivious to their sandwich tasting session.

Darian nods enthusiastically and hurries towards the break room. Alex can't believe how much he had just encouraged Darian to eat. He must be several pounds heavier than when he arrived this afternoon - and it showed! On his ass too, he thinks, watching Darian exit the kitchen. A round bubble butt strains against work pants that look practically painted on.

Alex adjusts his own pants, feeling a growth of his own straining against the fabric. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm down, but it's really no use. He's always had a small work crush on his friend, but with these new developments...

He tries to distract himself with work, but there's not much to do, and he can't get the image of Darian's chubby body out of his mind. He needs to do more. He needs to prove his dedication so that Darian truly knows how he feels. And he knows just how to do it.

Alex approaches Nadia casually as he can. "Hey, I was wondering if I could take my break early? We haven't had a customer in a while and this way I'll be back before the dinner rush."

Nadia shrugs, not bothering to look up from her work. "Sure, go ahead. I'll cover in the kitchen while you're gone."

"Thanks Nadia," Alex says, grinning as he hurries off. He grabs a tray and starts collecting some supplies.

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When Alex enters the breakroom, he sees that it's empty except for Darian. The man is sprawled in a chair, breathing heavily. He's flicking through his phone with one hand and rubbing his full gut with the other. His shirt has been pulled up to reveal his lower belly and the curve of his treasure trail. The button of his fly is undone as well.

Alex tries to ignore the stirring in his pants as he discretely locks the breakroom door behind him and approaches Darian. Alex is in awe of the amount of space he fills in the seat. "Hey man," Alex says casually, sitting down beside him. "I had some dessert ideas too. I was wondering if you wanted to help me test them out."

Darian hurries to pull his shirt back down and glances up at Alex. Then he notices the tray piled with sweet ingredients sitting on the table between them. "Fuck dude, I'm already stuffed with your burger recipes. I couldn't eat a skittle."

But Alex can tell that Darian's interest is piqued. "Don't be stupid," Alex dismisses. "Everyone knows that there's a second stomach for dessert."

Darian swallows hard, glancing down at the food. "Really?" he whispers. "You brought all this for me?" Alex notices through the fly of Darian's pants that the idea of it turns him on.

"Of course! You're the expert when it comes to sweet stuff. I value your opinion." Alex grins, doing his best to look convincing. "Look, here's what I came up with."

Alex begins combining the various fast food products into new combinations. He's had these ideas for ages, he's just been waiting for the perfect taste-tester to try them out on. A guinea piggy, he chuckles to himself.

Soft serve in a cup of Fanta becomes an orange creamsicle smoothie. Hot fudge and caramel loaded inside a blueberry muffin. An apple pie mixed into a McFlurry. An ice cream sandwich made with two chocolate chip cookies. All kinds of fattening treats for Darian to enjoy.

Darian's eyes grow wide as he sees all the creations Alex has put together. "Holy shit," he breathes. He starts off slowly, taking small bites of everything and savouring the sweet flavours.

But soon all the sugar and cream and warm dough becomes too tempting to resist. Unable to hold back, he begins to devour everything on the tray, licking his lips and reaching for more. "Fuck yeah," he moans, wiping crumbs from his face. "These are amazing, Alex."

With each bite, Alex sees Darian's belly inch outward, his shirt slowly riding higher. Alex can't help himself - he reaches out and rubs Darian's ballooning belly.

"MMmmm," Darian groans, his mouth full of food. "That feels good. Keep doing that."

Not needing further encouragement, Alex continues to rub Darian's belly, feeling the warmth and fullness between his fingers. He moves closer, their shoulders and legs touching. He starts to massage the mass with both hands.

"Fuuuck dude I needed that," Darian releases a huge belch. "Your food is so good I literally cannot stop eating." To prove his point, Darian tears off his tight work shirt and continues digging in.

Alex grins. He has found his way into Darian's heart. Just one more thing to seal the deal. He begins to move his hands down, under the curve of Darian's round belly.

"You're too good to me, man. Thanks." Darian purrs, his eyes half-closed in pleasure. He leans back, feeling the weight of his own fullness pressing into Alex's hands.

Suddenly, Alex's hands move against the stiffness in his crotch. "Oh fuck..." Darian moans. His belly jiggles as he arches into Alex's touch. "Keep going."

Alex doesn't need to be told twice. He pulls down Darian's pants and resumes massaging Darian's swollen belly, using his other hand to stroke Darian's cock. Darian body begins to buck as he nears orgasm.

"God, Alex..." he moans, his words thick with desire and mouth full of ice cream. "Feed me."

Alex's heart races, desire coursing through him. He reaches for the tray and grabs a warm, fragrant muffin. He strokes Darian roughly as he shoves the muffin into the man's mouth, feeling an eager tongue against his hand.

Darian's orgasm hits him hard, his fat body tensing as he cums all over Alex's hand. He moans loudly, forcing the muffin down.

"That's it," Alex whispers. "that's my piggy."

Darian is breathing heavily as he comes down from the high, his massive body heaving. Alex reaches for another muffin, holding it out temptingly.

"Want some more?"

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Thanks for reading :) If you got this far, let me know if you like the AI images or just find them distracting.

[artzychic27]

In Scarlet Beetle, when will Luka and Adrien meet? How will it go?

It's during Reflekta after Nathaniel's done soaking up Luka's attention

Luka: *Notices Adrien* Who is this?

Marinette: Luka, this is Adrien. He and Alya are new- And you do not care about Alya.

Luka: Nope. I hope I can see you around more, Adrien, but, I better be going. Try not miss me too much, boys. *Blows a kiss and leaves on her Vespa*

Adrien: Wow... *Turns and notices the guys glaring at him* Uh-

Max: Don't get too comfortable, Adrien. We all worked pretty damn hard to get where we are with Luka.

Nathaniel: Of course, I didn't have to lift a finger. I just had to stop growing at twelve, put on the dough eyes, and ask for upsies.

Nino: Point is, dude... Get in the fucking back of the line. And no one gets hurt.

Adrien: Was that a threat?

Ivan: No... A threat is one of us hugging Luka. While staring at you. And then flipping you off.

Adrien: What?

Kim: Yeah, and who knows? Me. Making out with Luka. In front of you. With my mouth.

Adrien: Oh my God.

Kim: Fun talk! *Finger guns* Great talk!

Akuma Class Girls: ...

Myléne: They are so gay.

Rose: I know, right?... You guys see Kagami kill that practice dummy?

Alya: That was so fucking hot.

[our-trans-punk-experience]

Mohawk anon here, actually it's a lie that I got all my info from Wikipedia, I did some digging before hand and found this article kinda useful https://www.popsugar.com/beauty/mohawk-hairstyle-history-48916724 look idk if u care abt this topic, it was completely stressing me out yesterday in a way I don't think is entirely normal (idk I think I'm starting to treat politics like religion in the way I berate myself as if I have sinned) I know anything more complicated than a yes or no answer on this topic will never be enough to suffice for me I feel like such a bad leftist and a hypocrite, like I'm happy to change myself when I learn my behaviour is wrong bit not for something that actually matters a lot to me, like I care about my hair SO much and I want to keep it SO much bit I don't want to live with guilt over something that may not be an issue or is at the least a very complex one. Have you ever dealt with anything like this and am I a bad person for feeling this way?

Ok hello, first I would like you to take some deep breaths.

[For context anon sent me two asks in a row, the first being an ask over whether mohawks were offensive to wear, in the same tone as above post]

I am not Native American, but I have been around the scene a while and seen a variety of takes on this. I'll open this ask obviously to corrections but from pretty much everything I've ever seen or experienced, no the hairstyle you refer to is not offensive to wear. It's not a closed practice, and tbh the way that punks style it is so different to any sort of traditional cut that the name "mohawk" is the only thing that still ties it to indigenous people.

Obviously exceptions apply if you were say, wearing it as a "costume" to mock native people, but having a 'hawk as a punk has not ever seemed to offend anyone for being any sort of cultural appropriation.

Second point, while I thank you for having the self awareness to realise that you've started to treat political correctness like a religion and that that's not great, I suggest you maybe go further with that and start doing the work to move forward from that?

I get how hard it can be, especially as someone who when growing up would often have their words taken wildly out of context and spun to make me look awful. You feel defensive, you feel like you could be swooped on at any moment for something you didn't even know was wrong. It is awesome you don't want to hurt people, but take some time to self develop so if you ever do accidentally do or say something out of line, you'll be able to fix it and move on without feeling like you're gonna get dammed to hell?

You're not a bad person for having anxious thoughts about fucking up socially. You're not a bad person for wanting to keep a hairstyle you love while worrying it might be appropriation. But try and not define whether you're a bad person on how PC an Internet dude says you are OK? You care, and that's amazing, so keep on growing, and don't ever feel like you're damned for not knowing all the answers.

[ageless-aislynn]

Aislynn's Rumble Jumble of Random Thinky Thoughts on Halo s2 ep 5 "Aleria."

Spoilers, natch. 😉

I was holding out a little bit of hope, especially given that Riz went back for Vannak, that we were going to get some sort of last minute reprieve to save the big fellow. Sadly, no. 😭

John's guilt that Riz went back for Vannak's body because he had been pushing her so hard was understandable but I don't believe that was the whole story, if it was even a part of it at all. I think she went back for him because because he was one of them and they don't leave one of their own behind. More than that, she went back for him because she loves him. Call it the love for a brother, for a comrade, a friend who has been at her side since they were children, she loved him. Of course, you're also welcome to call it romantic as well, you know how I support my fellow shippers 117% at all times 😇 (she says, as if she hasn't totally written Vannak/Riz shippy fic 😂😉)

Poor John, of all the trauma he's been through, this has been by far the worst of it all: he's been abandoned by the UNSC, he's lost his armor, he's lost his identity as Master Chief, he's lost Reach, has lost Cortana, lost Admiral Keyes, lost Kai, lost Vannak and then now Riz. That moment when he tells her she's all he has left just about broke my heart. When she hugged him, he did a brilliant job, IMO, of showing how for a moment, he just wanted to close his eyes and collapse onto her, then pride makes him withdraw and try to pull a facade together like it doesn't matter. *sniffle*

I obviously hope this isn't the last we see of Riz but, at the same time, I'm happy for her. She deserves some peace after the terrifying amount of physical and emotional violence she's been through. Just seeing her smiling at the end made my heart feel a little better. Love you, Riz. I hope we see you again having a great life, bb, you deserve it. 💖

Okay, so I was NOT expecting Laera to go all Negan with a barbed wire bat. 😮 But was it satisfying to watch the quiet menace growing larger and larger, while that shopkeeper dude clearly realized that he would've been better off taking a beating from Soren? Yes, that was very satisfying, indeed, lol! And why I wasn't expecting the UNSC to have taken Kessler is beyond me because of COURSE they know about him (Halsey called him by name, after all) and of COURSE they're going to want a son of a Spartan. Will any of Soren's enhancements have been passed down genetically? Will Kessler be more likely to survive the process if they put him through it? Will they not even have to put him through it at all? I would imagine they have a lot of questions they'd like answered. And Laera and her bat would be very happy to answer them all, I'd imagine... 🥊😠🥊😉

Now, the three most important things about the scenes with Makee, Cortana and not!Thel!Arbiter whom I shall try to now call Var 'Gatanai since that's his name:

I still don't care for Cortana's makeover. 🤷‍♀️I liked the bit of camaraderie between her and Makee, especially with Makee's line about what happens when a useful thing loses its use. I see a forced alliance in their future, if not an actual friendship.

I still keep staring at Makee's eyebrows, wondering if they're more blonde because she dyed them or is it from whatever she went through to bring her back to life after last season. Yes, this is the important thing to keep worrying about. 🙄😜

I had to struggle so hard not to loudly exclaim, "ARE YOU BLINDED BY ITS MAJESTY?" when Cortana showed Var the Halo lands Makee and John frolicked through in season 1. 😇😂😉

And fourth place runner up, I didn't get as many shippy vibes this week between Makee and Var, whom I can call by his name or by not!Thel!Arbiter but not just "the Arbiter" because I'm a card-carrying member of the Fangirls of Arbiter Thel 'Vadam Fan Club and I'm not going to risk losing my membership. 😂😉

My bb boi. *draws sparkly hearts everywhere* 💖💖💖😉

I'm of two minds about them pretty obviously giving Var the Arbiter storyline here. However, if they would've called the character Thel 'Vadam(ee) but not had him voiced by Keith David? Um, HERESY. I don't say that sort of thing often when it comes to new adaptations but, c'mon, he IS the Arbiter when it comes to voices and considering that Thel would be CGI or whatever they're using to create Var and the other Elites, it's not the same sort of prospect as I've heard other people say, that they should've dubbed Steve Downes' voice over Pablo Schreiber's. (Yes, I saw that pop up a couple of times in the earlier days.) I mean, clearly Steve Downes IS Master Chief when it comes to the games but dubbing a live action actor is never going to look smooth, IMO.

Anyway, I think this means we won't be meeting Thel in this series, since his storyline is currently going along without him. 🤷‍♀️

Now to see what's in store for us next week. I am both looking forward to and dreading Kai and John's inevitable reunion. He's going to feel utterly betrayed, I'd think, and as I've said before, if she's not utterly devastated by Vannak's death and feeling guilty over not being there when Silver Team needed her... I'm going to have to super-duper fix that with fic. *nodnods* 😜😉

PS - Am I writing something utterly fluffy for Vannak right now? OF COURSE I am! C'mon, Vannak, jump in the AU Party Warthog, where you'll always be safe and happy!

[fellow-nerd]

Time to go crazy about the characterisation changes in the new atla cuz oh boy do I have thoughts

The main thing I noticed for all of them is that this show is focused about telling a story about a war torn world and how that affected everyone first and a coming of age hero story second, which is a choice considering the source material which balanced them both extremely well.it never had to be so heavy handed for the audience to get it but that also could be because it's a kids show at the end of the day 😅

Aang: where is my adventure loving kid. He just wants to ride the Elephant koi and show his new friends cool things. Yes, his past weighs heavy on him and expectations press down, but he's still just 12. It takes him time to work through his grief and his reluctance to save the world and that is literally his big arc. Learning to grow up and save the world (becoming THE avatar ya know). This Aang gets with the program quick and is only concerned with helping people and stepping up, like little dude ur telling me u don't want to go penguin sledding. I dunno it just feels so off. Love the stuff with gyatso too.

Katara: she's actually the most true to her og character I think. I just wish there was more focus on her like there was in the og. She was my first favorite charcter, put some respect on her name. It was criminal to give the opening to kyoshi, like girl u have ur own novels to be in! ALSO WHY DIDNT SHE BREAK THE ICEBERG!!! UGH SO MAD AT THAT.

Sokka: look I get it It's the year of lord 2024 misogyny has no place. So why don't we tell the story of how a guy learns that those views are wrong and how to change ur views rather than pretending that it never existing, like erasing it. As much as it can be critiqued Sokkas misogyny was the catalyst for Katara to hit the iceberg and free Aang. Narratively this gets them both invested in Aang and just shows Sokkas growth on every rewatch. They could've toned it down but it's a big part of his character growth and what are the gonna fill that with, if anything at all.

Suki: now her in live action I can get behind. She ate and left no crumbs. She put Sokka in his place and stole the episode for me. Also I loved the addition of her mom, honestly goals. Can't wait to see how they utilize her throughout she's the best. No comment.

Jet/freedom fighters: pretty much the same, I didn't love the condensing plot lines all into omashu tho

Teo/Sai: same as above but I loved the Way the two interacted it had so much depth.

Iroh: not sure how to feel. It feels wierd hearing iroh not voiced by Mako ya know. Like his dailougue was fine but it lacked that inflection Mako had which really Gave iroh all his character. It's big shoes to fill and it comes so close. I did die for the line where he says he's the one who owes Zuko. Like. Ugh. The implications of that. How Zuko made him wake up and gave him a reason to keep going. Its enough to make a girl cry.

Zuko: oh zuko, zuko, zuko, zuko. Again tough shoes to fill. I think that the characterisation is all there the challenge comes later on when we get his redemption arc. I do love the seeds they are planting especially in his relationship to Iroh.

Azula: now I called it as soon as I saw that girl, knew it was her who else could I have been. Just as evil, just as lustful for power, definitely in character for her to be doing what's she's doing this early on. Will definitely keep tabs on this one.

Bumi: now he about WRECKED ME ok. It was rough. I loved this recharacterisation. If ur gonna give us a war torn world, give me the war torn ruler, whose been carrying all that trauma and burden on his back for 100 years. Of course he's gonna be mad at Aang of course HES gonna BE MAD himself. So yeah it was rough to watch but because it was so hard hitting to see how war destroyed Bumis mindset, and then so wonderful to see Aang give his oldest friend a piece of himself back

In conclusion I care about Avatar way too much and will be ranting about this even more as I continue watching

[gvftea]

“To the people that mentioned Jakes and the boys annoying ass insta comments. Yeah. I'm glad this is finally being recognized. As a Jake girl, Jake's comments are always so annoying. They are almost never related to the post. It's always stupid unnecessary comments about his typos or word choices(sad because according to his mother, he struggles with dyslexia..), lowkey always making fun of him, or people drooling and oogling his looks only. That's the only thing they ever seem to see is a piece of fucking meat. Never mind the deep, meaningful caption or the cool background or whatever. It's all very dehumanizing. Like that time that he changed all his fonts, people were so fucking irritating about it. Like, yeah. He changed his fonts. Why is it so crazy to yall. Leave him alone. It could have been a "oh cool, nice font, Jake." But instead, I think they all gave him a complex with their annoying little comments, making fun of him, and it made him change the fonts back. Like, I don't want it to look like I'm babying Jake and that he can't handle a little teasing.. He's a grown ass man. but dude. It's excessive with these die hards. I wouldn't want to deal with yall either. It's just fucking annoying. He's the most shy and anti-social if you've noticed. He's the one who interacts the least and probably CHOOSES not to see yall sometimes. Those times that josh, sam, and danny go out and see people at the veniews and Jake is never there. That's probably a choice because all you feral bitches only ever seem to care about how pretty and sexy he is. The things people say about him, sexualizing him and shit at every chance on the media, is crazy and he sees it. He lives it up and plays the part on stage, cuz thats his job, but when he's off duty he obviously probably wants people to treat him like a fucking person as would anyone. But yall don't do that, so he protects his peace by staying away. Sure, complements and comments like that can be flattering, and im sure he's flatterd, but there's a line. If it were me, I wouldn't want to interact with people either if all I ever saw were said people sexualizing me and dehumanzing me on the media. I'd feel like what's the point. That's like hearing a friend talk shit about you and then having to go and still be their friend. On top of it all, when yall aren't sexualizing him, you're twitting him about his personality traits, what he says, and what he wears, etc. Part of me feels like I might be being a little dramatic rn, being so irritated but like. Yall wouldn't be annoyed?? Is it just me? “

That was me and this is exactly how I feel. For people who claim to be fans of his, they make fun of him so much that he probably has a complex over who he even is. He’s a dude. He loves guitar. Reading. Pirates and dragons and swords. He likes to be silly and put on a British accent. But this wave of tiktok viral fans came in and treat him like he’s nothing but a dick with legs and diminished brain activity. Mocking everything he does and says rather than appreciate who he is and how hard he tries. He’s the only one of the guys who has sent hand written letters of appreciation to fans, has them brought in before shows to make sure they get the best spot. He is actively trying to make serious music with other musicians who he is close to, who he looks up to and they see all the fuckass comments and probably wonder if they work with him is that the treatment they can expect? No one wants that. They’re turning his dream into the very thing he will grow to hate because they can’t treat him like a human being. And sure the comments on the other guys posts are similar but Jake’s are the worst.

[uriekukistan]

Kaneki for the character ask? 👉👈

My first impression: the reason i got into tg as much as i did. before i watched i hadnt watched a whole series since i watched death note bc i couldn't find a main character that was as interesting to me as light...and then i found KANEKI

My impression now: i still love him, especially once i read the manga. similar to how i was w death note, i haven't been able to get through another series since tg bc i can't find another mc that interests me as much as kaneki or light. he's so cool and fucked up what a silly guy

Favorite thing about that character: i love when they're insane (pt 400049589208520). i also feel like aggravatingly similar to him sometimes so that's always fun. analyzing him is like analyzing myself

Least favorite thing: analyzing him is like analyzing myself. also anime kaneki is...not as badass as manga kaneki lets leave it at that...

Favorite line/scene: where do i even start...ig this is more of a haise moment but it's also a kaneki moment lowkey at the beginning of re when he's going against nishio and haise is like losing his shit and brain kaneki is whispering in his ear yeah that was so cool and sent chills down me idk. also when he broke half of ayato's bones what a sick lil dude i love it

Favorite interaction that character has with another: back to the beginning of re when haise kinda switches into the kaneki personality when he's going against nishio and he says "i don't think you want to know me" and does the finger crack ooooh lemme tell you i was kicking my feet in bed at 4am watching that bc first i was like ohh its kaneki (as we know the anime doesn't explain shit) and then i was like if i was nishio i would run away bc that was so scary ooooh i love it

A character that I wish that character would interact with more: i think we needed more kaneki and hide interactions like i know we got a decent amount but like. there should have been more.

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character: im so bad at this ummm mello from death note bc the world beats them down and tells them theyre not good enough throughout their childhoods, so they grow up with this idea that they're always inferior and it eventually turns into rage but also a deep incurable loneliness. and if you go with the theory that kaneki actually died and was not saved by ayato at the end of the series (which i enjoy bc i love pain and suffering), then they both die alone unable to protect those they care for or fulfill what they think they're life's purpose is okay im gonna go cry now

A headcanon about that character: he definitely wrote fanfiction in middle school are we kidding

A song that reminds of that character: class of 2013 by mitski

An unpopular opinion about that character: did he really deserve a happy ending? he did a lot of bad things, mass murder, cannibalism, destroyed lives and families...but maybe i just love pain and suffering...i do want to see him happy too but i just.

Favorite picture:

this was so hard because ishida's art is beautiful, but this had to be it. this kinda encompasses everything i love about ishida's art - the portrayal of emotion, the use of ink heavy pages to show tension and conflict, the despair, like its just so good

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Name something you keep on the nightstand. The microfiber cloth for my glasses so I can clean mine as soon as needed.

What does a man brag about the most? I uh...don't know. I never hang with groups of dudes lol, and the ones I know don't really do a lot of bragging around me.

What's the most you've tipped your waiter or waitress. The highest I give is ₱500 and that's whenever I host a big party (10-15 pax). I leave ₱200 if I was very impressed by the service; otherwise my standard practice is at ₱100.

As a child, what frightened you the most? Cockroaches, because we had flying ones at home. The fear has carried over to this day because I still hate seeing them.

I also didn't like seeing anyone drunk because the men in my family who did never knew how to take care of themselves. It was horrifying watching them stumble and slur their words; physical altercations were the worst thing I had to witness. Among family. So imagine how pissed I felt when I tried alcohol for the first time and learned that drinking has a lot to do with just knowing how to control yourself.

Name a dish you take to a potluck. The ideal option would be pizza but that's what everybody brings, so my go-to has evolved to be Mama Lou's truffle mac and cheese. They're not what anyone would think to be their first choice, and yet everyone goes crazy over them. As a people pleaser, I always want to make sure it's my tray that makes their way to plates the most haha.

What's a popular vacation location? For Filipinos, definitely any of these: Taiwan, Hong Kong, Singapore. I've been to Singapore but have no interest in the other two.

Name a complaint people have about their job. That they are not paid enough for the life they need to sustain.

Name something you put off doing until the weekend. Taking our pets to the vet. The queues are always unpredictable, and the last thing I'd want to happen is to be 5th in line during my lunch break and be stuck on the road three minutes before a 1 PM call. So say if they were due on a Wednesday, I'd just take them that same weekend.

What's a common remedy for a cold? I just let it pass if it's only a cough or cold. Fever is a different story – I'm rarely sick, so when it happens it crashes hard on me. When I get a fever, I usually find myself asking for soup since it's the only thing I'll have the appetite for.

My mom also has this honey ginger tea that she makes me drink 1-2 glasses of. It's nasty, but I do it for her so it doesn't go to waste.

How many scoops of ice cream do you put on an ice cream cone? 2 max and that's pushing it. I'm a slow eater, so it's sure to melt. It's also why I've always preferred having ice cream from a bowl/cup.

Name a type of nut. If I'm having the nut itself, pistachio. In terms of flavor, almond or peanut.

How long is the typical vacation? Anywhere between 2-5 days. Except for the time we were in Bali for 7 days, I've never been on a vacation for longer than a week.

Name a popular athlete. Simone Biles.

At what age should you have children? Whenever you're ready and financially capable. It's different for all.

During high school, what was your worst subject? Chemistry. I feel like my teacher only passed me out of guilt(??); my test scores ranged from 68-89. Never tasted a line of 9 from it lol.

Name a famous Jack. Jack Nicholson.

How many speeding tickets does an average motorist receive? I have no idea. Speeding's not that big of a problem here to begin with because the Philippines is the Traffic Hellhole of the World LOL

Name a profession a kid wants to be when they grow up. Teacher, doctor, princess.

Name a famous TV detective. Sherlock Holmes.

At what age did you get your first kiss? 16.

What month is popular for weddings? Ber months.

Name something people forget when they're in a hurry. Wallet.