#he can go a bit far with his sass and attitude

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Hey Lunar! Question, say you could do absolutely anything in the world. What would you do first?

"I'd chuck the boss into space and watch him try to fly back against anti-gravity."

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"I'm KIDDING! Geez, none of you can take a--"

*sniff*

"Ah-!"

"S-Sunny! I wouldn't ACTUALLY do it! D-Don't cry!"

[smallestapplin]

Do you think Overlord from transformers would be type of guy "I love kinda of woman who can beat the sh t out of me"

Ok ok soo i imagine cybertronian reader who was able to beat the sh t out of Overlord who's now in love with cybertronian reader.

What would her team aka the lost light would react to this 😂😂

This had me cackling. Also I apologize I know you said fem but I don't know how to make the gender important to the story (I'm gender blind I'm so sorry.)

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- you beating Overlord's aft was a miracle and a half. You utilized his pride and slowness against him, though struggling more than you'd like to admit, you managed to out pace him and put the large bot in his place.

- "I don't know what I did! I beat his aft and now he won't leave me alone! I even tell him off and that just seems to get him more interested!" Is what you cry to Rodimus about.

- "I'm gonna be real with you, I don't know how to help you with that. I mean, at least he's not going off the rails and starting fights?" It's all he's got. You know he's right, but it doesn't help you one bit, so yog end up groaning and slumping over in your seat. Roddy tries to pat your back and show you some cool earth thing he has, before Overlord finds you, and coos about how worried he was when you weren't in your habsuite, and glares at Rodimus.

- Overlord still tries to fight everyone, and by Primus Megatron gets it the worst, but he's happy all that's needed is for you to angrily yell Overlord's name and call him back like a dog. Megatron always breathes a sigh of relief when your enraged voice echoes through the room, calling for Overlord to "bring you aft over here right now, I swear to primus if I have to put down my report!-" and watch as the equally large bot instantly drops his fighting stance, rushing over to you, looking far too happy and pleased to be called by you (even if you aren't'.)

- You're tired, you just want to do you job and go about your day, not wake up from a statis to the large blue mech over you, holding a thing of energon for you and asking to spar.

- Ratchet and First Aid hear and see it the most, and believe Ratchet gives you high an audio processor full. You send Overlord to the med bay frequently, and he can't even scold the bot into being more careful cause he's not even listening! He has to deal with Overlord staring at you and not even hearing him.

- First Aid tries to help in that regard, explaining to you that this is getting out of servo, but Overlord nearly throws a medical berth at him for it, only stopping when you glare at him.

- "I fight him, he likes it, I ignore him, he likes that too! Nothing I do sends the massage home for him."

- Ultra Magnus wants to help, trust him he does! This is classified as harassment and he swore to always help his crew members....but....you are literally the only thing keeping Overlord docile, and First Aid and Rodimus have already reported that Overlord does try to swing at them for interfering.

It's safer for everyone to not, after all you seem to handle yourself just fine! You're a strong bot that can handle one of the strongest gladiators in history! He lets you vent as much as you need, but eventually has to tell you he can help once Overlord oversteps.

- Lucky you, you don't have to worry about that. Overlord is obsessed with beating you in battle, but also he loves fighting you, you carry yourself with such strength and confidence once against him, he's smitten. With your speed, to him, it makes your battles feel like a dance! Your movements and skill have him smitten, as does your attitude, your fire and sass have him weak in the knees.

- Prowl is somehow your only ride or die here, he's more worried about what Overlord could do but doesn't think before shouting at him to give you space or to frag off, the temperamental officer goes into protective mode when it comes to you.

- Overlord does not like Prowl because of this, but you cling to your friend in thanks.

- "It's every damn cycle, don't you have a hobby!? Frag I don'tknow, watch a movie, pick up blacksmithing, SOMETHING!" Prowl barely has time to dodge a swift punch, but he manages, and next thing you know there does the fourth table of the week, followed by more shouting, and you having to yell for Overlord to knock it off.

- Rung is definitely getting good use as a therapist, he's trying his best to give you coping skills to help ease your frustrations with your situation, and while they work, you just come back to tell him you came back to your habsuite to Overlord on your berth, and pulling you into his lap.

- "It's rude he didn't ask before doing so."

- "AND THEN HE ASKED TO SPARK BOND, CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT!?"

- "Oh my, he asked to spark bond-"

- Even just trying to have a professional conversation with you turns into a chore, not because of you, but because of the angry look guard dog standing behind you, glaring down at anyone speaking to you.

[dollyluvss]

[[ “ where are you..? “ ]]

♱ a lovely friendship. started out playing at the park as children, your best friend leaves you while he pursues his soccer career. but when he returns..? { mean!kunigami rensuke x afab!reader! }

warnings. . .

angst angst and more angst, hate fucking, mouthy/bratty reader (sorta self indulgent-) choking, mentions of self harm - substance abuse/pure pressure - and bullying - reader over thinks.

biting, pussy slapping, just filth.. throat fucking, dom/sub dynamics, slut shaming, LOADSSSS OF DIRTY TALK, creampie(s), throat fingering(? idk why to call it..), hair pulling, headlocks,impact play/spanking/slapping, kunigami and reader have potty mouths :p, superrrrr mean!kunigami :<, slight dub-con at the begining of the smut scene, size kink if you can see, arguing, manhandling..brr.. you have been warned!

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it had been almost a year since you last saw your best friend. he was always with you before he left, you, his family, and soccer is all he cares about really. you two were close, very close. always joking around, teasing each other and backing each other up when it comes to anyone who disagrees. you always were sassy as a kid, that sass turned into a full blown attitude as you reached your teen years, cussing out anyone who pissed you off or even looked at you sideways. kunigami, being fairly level headed, was always there to, quite literally, hold you back from pouncing on the next sorry person to face your anger.

you and kunigami bickered from time to time, becoming full on arguments as you grew older. they never lasted long really, you barking at him into backing down. he never liked to argue with you, neither did you, but sometimes you two pushed one another’s buttons a bit to much.

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“oh shut up, ren!” i groan, growing more irritated as seconds passed. a stupid, very petty, argument over how loud his music was, it woke you up. and not in a good mood at that.

“im allowed to play music, ___.its my house, i can do what i like!” he argued back, voice raised but not as much as yours.

“shut it the fuck off! use headphones you dickhead!” i growled, lip turned up in a nasty scowl. rensuke sighs, rubbing a hand down his face. stress marks on his forehead. “alright fine, m’sorry kid..” he mummbles, ruffling you head and bringing you to his chest in a soft hug, a genuine apology.

“whatever..” i grumble into his chest, hugging his waist. “just had a long week, wanted to have a good nap ya’know?” i mumble in his chest. he laughs, patting my head.

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god you miss him, miss the bickering, cuddles during movie nights, sneaking out of his parents house to the beach to have fun in the water.

sigh..come back soon ren.. i think to myself, chin resting in my hands as i stare tiredly at my laptop.

buzz buzz!

i glance at my phone, i gasp, jumping back in my chair as i grab my phone, bag and put on my shoes. rushing out the door to my car as i make my way out to kunigami’s house.

ren’s momma:3 : rensuke came home a few days ago! he’s home watching the house while im on vacation, go stop by and say hi sweetie!

i smile at he text, she was such a lovely woman. always helping you when your own mother couldnt.

i speed over to his house, pulling into the driveway as i race out of my car and run up to the door. i unlock it with my spare key, removing my shoes as i head downstairs to the basement. i walk down the stairs, a familiar living room, small work out coroner to the left, a kitchen, bathroom and washroom, his room in the far back of the basement. i take quiet careful steps towards his room, i push past the curtain to his room, his sent filling my nose as i lock my eyes on him.

“..hi- ren..” i say, i cant believe hes back, its been so, so long. i walk over to his side as he looks up at me.

budump. badump.

my heart beat rings in my ears as he looks up at me. his eyes are, cold. his stare is harsh, shooting daggers at you even.

what the fuck happened? did he join the military and quit soccer? i think to myself.

“so much for a warnin’..” he grumbles, voice almost hoars. a far cry from his calm, sweet voice that almost dripped with honey when he spoke soft enough.

“i-i..” i stutter, shocked at his change in demeanor and appearance. my mouth agape, mind flooded with questions.

“you just gonna stand there..” he says, more of a annoyed response than a question. he stands up, towering over you. fuck..was he always this big? i shake away the thought, looking up at him as i place my bag down next to him doorframe. i whisper “how are you..?” im feeling, uneasy..his whole vibe is just— off.

“fine.” he grumbles, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. he looks almost unsure, like your a complete stranger.

“u-um..can i have a hug?” i stutter, the tension in the air is almost suffocating me. he glances down at me and my heart drops.

disgust, like a dirty dog jumping all over him.

“ive got better things to do, no.” he says stern and cold lacing his voice, hes looking at me like a pest.

“oh- uh. okay? damn..” i grumble back, a pout forming on my lips at his harsh rejection. “what crawled up your ass?” i reply, pout turning into a almost scowl now as i eye him up and down when he walks past me. stopping after those words leave my lips.

“buzz off, ____. im busy, cant bother with your bitchy attitude today..” he almost growls, like you mean nothing to him.

“excuse me?” it comes out before i realize it, mh words laced with venom. my scowl now a nasty snarl as i turn to face him.

he turns his head to look at me, glaring at me like i just said something extremely disrespectful.

“whats your fuckin’ problem?” i growl, stepping closer to him, getting in his space much to his disliking.

“watch yer mouth.” he says sternly, turning to face me, he looks down at me with hate in his eyes. i cant stop the shiver it sent up my spine. i swallow the lump forming in my throat and glare back.

“or what? whats your fuckin’ issue? i dont see or hear from you in a year and you come back all tight and shit? fuck happened to “hi ___! i missed you how are you?” huh?” i throw my hands up, voice getting louder as the seconds past. my emotions taking full control at the sight of whats now left of my best friend.

“so damn mouthy..cant say anythin’ to you without you gettin’ bitchy can you?” he barks back, voice still low and deep but the bass almost shakes me off my feet.

“oh! look who finally grew some fuckin’ balls! guess they kicked your ass around in there huh?” i say, a sly, almost devilish, grin appearing on my face. basically poking a angry bear with a stick.

he growls, “watch yourself..im not fuckin’ around ____..” vemon starts lacing his words just as much, if not more, than you.

“i just want to see my best friend, is that so bad? you couldnt have even TRIED to call me? you call your mother and sisters but not me? i though i was special to you?” i scoff, i understand he worked hard at blue lock. i mean, its quite literally all over his face— but he couldnt even relay a message back to me? not once for the 11 months he was there? my eyes feel sore as they gloss over. fuck..no relax, keep it together ____ . i think to myself.

“well? what happened to all those promises? that youd call me if it ended up being something long term, if you could get your hands on a phone?” i day, voice cracking slowly as my resolve to ‘keep it together’ .

“i dont have time to listen to your bitchin’..so fuckin noisy..didnt wanna hear you bitch ‘n moan over the phone or in person.” he spat back. that does it. the frog jumping from my throat as i double over myself in a sob. unable to stop once i start, i rub my eyes as i start breathing harder, hiccuping every so often.

had he always felt like this? did all i really do is ‘bitch ‘n moan’ to him? what about my other friends? my family, teachers? his mom, or sisters? you always did have quite the talent for annoying people ever since you were small. being left out or subtly teased in ‘friend’ groups, being dared to leave at sleep overs and partys. you tried cigs, weed and alcohol to try and seem cool to your peers. trying to push the thoughts of self harming in any way you could think of as you down two more shots, head feeling like cotton as your ‘friends’ all pack into their car and drive off. leaving you absolutely stranded and alone a hour from home.

you dont know when you feel to the ground but your on your knees, right hand on the carpet of his floor while your left grips your shirt on your chest as you breath faster and faster. mind racing fast at how to calm down, trying to focus on anything but the loud negative thoughts clouding your head. ears ringing loud starts dying back, your eyes are focused back in, breathing jagged but stable as you start counting up. soon you let out a shakey breath before looking up at kunigami. your eyes widen in shock when you see him looking down at you with such hatred.

“your so pathetic. get the fuck up.” he barks, not a single ounce of remorse for his so called ‘best friend.’

i get up, knees shakey as i stumble. i look up at him and glare. “your bein’ a fuckin’ cunt right now kunigami.” his family name spilling from my lips like hot lava.

his face scrunches slightly at the sound of his family name coming from you mouth, something you never called him. “watch yer mouth, brat.” he growls.

“bite me, ren!” i snap back, my minds blank of how we ended up back to arguing but i continue to curse at him, ‘bitch’ and ‘pussy’ leave my mouth multiple times as i grill into him, walking closer to him, my hands shoving him backwards towards the wall….is what you swore just happened. your back and head are pounding as you feel the wall behind you and big strong hands holding yours next to your head in a painful grip, sharp, mean eyes staring at you like prey..

“shut up.” he spits, literally. he spit in your face. you flitch back at this, yelling as i trash in his grip. “let me go..! ren let me go!” i bark , trying to wiggle out of his grip.

“shut..up!” he yells back, pulling me forward before slamming me back against the wall. i yelp and stare at him wide eyed. a pathetic whimper leaving my throat as he moves closer to my face.

“watch that smart mouth of yours..or i teach you how to shut the fuck up..” he growls against my ear, body now flush against my chest. i can feel his heart beat..

“g-get the— fuck off me..!” i groan, once again squirming as his grip on my wrist tighten. he presses his body harder against mine, preventing me from moving as i squeak in surprise.

“do it again, watch what i fuckin’ do to you..” he whispers, for some reason its scarier than when his voice is raised. ‘he wont do shit..’ i think.

wrong. ooh sooo wrong you were.

his hands maneuver my hands above my hands, his left hand holding them firm against the wall. his right hand you ask? shoving his two longest fingers down your throat, harshly.

i gag hard on his thick fingers, trashing around as much as i could as he starts fucking my throat with his fingers, not pulling the out more than two inches before plunging the back down my throat. i gag and choke on his fingers as i try to pull my head away. i feel my eyes start to flutter into rhe back of my head at the lack of oxygen.

“fuckin’ slut..always bitchin’ ‘bout somethin’ dumb…fuckin’— take it..” he groan in my ear, it sends a shiver down my spine as my heads pushed back more as he pushes his digests deeper.. my body starts slowly sliding down the wall, he lets go of my wrist as he pulls me fully to my knees. my hands fly to his wrist and grip it weakly, trying to pull his hand out of my throat. tears begin to fall from my eyes as he tug my head back by my hair. a loud moan coming my sore throat.

“ gag, r- gag, en— gag” i sputter out, his fingers moving faster. my eyes fully rolling back now as i feel myself going limp.

“shut it, fuckin’ whore..you wanna talk back? this is what happens when you dont fuckin’ listen..” he growled into my ear. soon he removes his fingers, i lean against his thick thigh as i gasp and cough for air. his hand lands on my head, he grips my hair and pulls my neck back to look up at him. my eyes wide at the sight of his cock, gulp, hes huge..to big— way to fuckin’ big..

“open yer mouth..” he demands, i gasp as hip tip hits my lips. he takes this as a invitation to slam himself down my throat. i gag, hard, on his cock. his hand in my hair using it as a handle to pull my head up and down his length. using my mouth to his desires.

“shit— thats right..t-take this dick..fuuuck..” he groans lowly, rolling his head back as his tip hits the back of my throat. hips bucking up in my mouth.

a lewd, gul gul gul, comes from my throat as i open my mouth to gag and cough on his cock. my hands gripping his thighs harshly. nails leaving marks in there wake as i claw his legs. i fall on my ass as he pushing my back flush against the wall as he snaps his hips in my mouth over and over. calloused hands slammed against the wall and he uses my mouth like some fleshlight.

“fuckfuckfuck— take it- take this dick- f-fuck, g-gonna cum down that f-fuckin’ nasty throat baby..” he looks down, hips snapping at a slower speed but deeper this time small ‘take it.’ ‘s leave his mouth as he reaches his high. pressing my head against his pelvis with his right hands while he leans his forehead on his left forearm. groaning- no— growling as he cums down my throat. i cough and gag as he fills my mouth, he pulls away harshly as i gasp and take big gulps as i swallow his cum. my face is covered in spit ‘n cum.

“w-what..cough, gulp, is wrong- with you..?!” i shout hoarsly, throat sore from his assault with his cock.

he dosent reply, grabing my neck as he grips it harshly. walking me backwards and turning me around before pushing me on the bed. he pulls down my shorts and underwear quickly, he spits on my cunt. rubbing two fingers up from my clit to my entrance, pushing past my walls as he starts fingering me and hard.

i put my right hand out behind me, left gripping the blankets on his bed and i try to push his hand away. but, my attemps are in vain as he pins my hands behind my back as keeps fingering me, pushing a third finger in as he speeds up. he leans his chest against me from behind, his mouth biting down on my nape. leaving a harsh teeth back as he starts biting my neck.

“fuckin’ mouthy bitch..take my fuckin’ fingers slut..fuuck..pussy fuckin’ loves it huh..” he growls against my neck. my face falling against his bed as i moan loudly. hips grinding up to match his pace as a knot forms in my stomach.

“dont you dare fuckin’ cum..beg me for it..” he groans against my ear, licking and kissing down and up my neck. im a babbling mess but i manage to say one thing.

“f-fuuuck— you..!” i squeal as i feel myself on the brink of cumming. he pulls his hand from my cunt and pulls my leg up by my knee. resting it on his bed before he starts slapping my cunt and ass over and over.

“you never learn huh? fuckin’ spoiled brat.” he growls, slapping my wet cunt one last time as hard as he could. drawing a loud moan from my throat as my body loses the tenseness it had from his spanking. he pulls away, pulling my hips flush against his cock, he pulls my hips up and down along his length a few times before slipping into my pussy with a slow, deep thrust. his left hand pulling my head back by the hair, again…sigh… “fuckin’ loud mouth bitch..ill make you fuckin’ learn to hold that ditry tongue of yours next time..” he moans, hips slamming against mine as he using my hair as a handle to push himself deeper..

“r-reennnn-suukeee!” i gasp in a high pitches moan, taking my bottom lip between my teeth as i try to hold myself up with his harsh thrust pushing me forward over and over. fuck hes strong.. i think to myself, eyes crossing as he hits my g-spot dead on. i let out a loud, high pitches moan as he hits it repeatedly.

kunigami lets out a nasally laugh before he speaks. “that yer spot slut? s-shit..tightened around me- gotta be it hm?” he leans forward, harsh grip on your hair moving to you shoulder before wrapping his muscular arm around your neck. a headlock.

he hold his wrist with his left hand to hold your neck firmly. “f-fuuuck..thats it you dirty whore..cum on my cock- t-there ya go..shit..” he growls against my ear, pulling me into a messy and rough kiss as he hips pump his cock deeper into me.

i moan in his mouth as he tightens the headlock, i pull back as he hits my spot one last time before i cum hard on his cock. but of course, his pace quickens. chasing his own high.

he lets go of my neck, letting my chest and head fall against his bed and he pulls my hips higher. practically slamming my hips against his. its to much for your poor cunt.

“g-gonna cum..fuck— such a good pussy, fuuck..!” he growls once more before pulling me flush against him as he cums deep inside me. he leans against my back as he pumps his hips slowly as he drags out his orgasam.

“..not done with you yet..still havent learned your lesson properly have you?” he snarls in my ear.

its gonna be a long night..

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end!

hello hi yes its been a while (almost a year—) i hope you enjoyed!! i sure as hell did!! please feel free to reblog as it is greatly appreciated! :3

- dolly..

*do not copy, translate or steal my work.*

[chrisevansonly]

𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 | 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒄

☁︎charles leclerc x female reader

���︎there is nothing that brings in the fall feeling than a little cuddle on the couch and a binge watching party for gilmore girls…and yes, charles loves it just as much as you do

☁︎no warnings just very cute and wholesome:)

☁︎oh my godddd anyway we’re almost at the end of the fall celebration🥹 i’ve been having so much fun writing these and im gonna miss them so much! i feel like this is bad and crappy but ill be doing a christmas version in december so great ready for that ;)

If there was one thing Charles loved more than you, it was the little traditions you’d both started since getting together, many of them he’d adapted from you and your love for fall and all things october. More recently you’d introduced your boyfriend to Gilmore Girls, and if anyone knows this show, the best time to watch it is in the fall when the leaves are all changing and the weather turns a bit cooler.

“Do you need any help baby?”

You could hear his voice from the living room as you stood in the kitchen, just finishing up some last minute pastries and snacks for the two of you

“Um I think I might need some help to organize all of these things” you stated with a slight laugh, yes you were known to go overboard with food

“Wow, we could feed a whole family with this mon amour…”

Your cheeks flushed as you shrugged

“Well I did kind of invite Carla and Arthur to come over and watch…they’ve never watched it…”

It should be mentioned that you and Charles rewatched Gilmore Girls every fall, it was your favourite bingeable show to enjoy together

“What?!”

“I know I said the same thing”

Charles almost couldn’t believe your ears, if people thought Lando Norris was the king of sass, they’d be surprised to see Charles’s sassy attitude at home with you

“How can people just not watch Gilmore Girls? It’s just-it makes no sense.”

Laughing you walked over and pressed a kiss to his lips

“Don’t worry lovie, we’ll make sure they watch every episode carefully”

“They better, it’s important”

With a last dramatic sigh he moved to the kitchen to help organize all your snacks, which allowed you to pour the apple ciders in to your cute fall mugs, placing them neatly on a tray and bringing them to the expansive coffee table. Your next task as placing a few blankets on the couch and dimming the lights to perfect for your afternoon and evening of tv watching

“It looks perfect as usual baby”

Smiling you leaned into Charles’s side as you both examined your hard work, well more so yours because the last time the monégasque tried to help you ended up with burnt turnovers and very crispy croissants. He might be quite handsome, but he was a far better race car driver than he was a baker or a cook, that was for sure.

“Thank you lovie, now we just wait for Carla and Thur and we will be ready to go”

“What would I do without you?” Charles stated, leaning down to press a kiss firmly to your lips as you smiled

“Hmm..probably die of starvation and never know the beauty of Gilmore Girls…”

At this Charles simply laughed, he couldn’t agree more with that, although he could cook a pretty mean toast for breakfast, he knew, better than anyone that he was the luckiest man in the world to be here with you.

Even if he had to share his binge watching duties with his little brother and his girlfriend…but let’s be honest, it couldn’t be that bad.

[bejeweledblondie]

hey! I have a request- I wonder what you think would be the type of girl 141 + konig + graves + any others would go for, thanks!!

Ooooo I legit have this one in my drafts! So buckle up! (Since these men take their careers very seriously I don’t think they’d actually peruse a relationship with a colleague due to professionalism,) I also apologize for not immediately posting this my husband rescued a small kitten from our storm drain & we’re getting her acclimated to our home

•Simon “Ghost” Riley- I feel like he’d lean into a very feminine type of woman, solely due to being around men constantly & his upbringing. So to him being with a woman who leans into very feminine roles would be something that I think he’d find incredibly attractive. Like dresses, makeup, very fashionable, loves to cook, etc.

• Captain John Price- I feel like he’d lean more into a old soul at heart type of woman. A woman who doesn’t settle for anything less & is also incredibly elegant at the same time. To me he’s an old soul himself so it’s very fitting he’d go for a woman who’s an old soul herself. You love to watch old movies, cross words puzzles, actual puzzles, etc.

• Johnny “Soap” MacTavish- I feel like his ideal woman is a full on extrovert that’s incredibly athletic. He needs someone to match his personality & energy at all times. Someone who is adventurous & has a incredible sense of humor. You can easily drink him under the table & love football.

• Gaz- I think his ideal woman is headstrong & intelligent. She doesn’t take shit from anyone, even Gaz when he’s being a “man.” She has a lot of empathy (I believe Gaz does too especially with his reactions to seeing the aftermath of terror attacks) & that can be a downfall for her sometimes. Luckily the both of them use their empathy to their advantage. Y’all love walking the dogs in your local animal shelter, & even foster animals

• Alex Keller- I feel like he’d go a woman who’s bookish, but not afraid to get her hands dirty. Her intelligence can get the best of her. But she can overthink situations & Alex has to reassure her sometimes that’s she’s making the right decision. Overall she’s a big sweetheart & does lean more into her feminine side. I’d say you love to read, paint, have a veggie garden, & love to go on hikes

• Keegan P. Russ- you’re far more extroverted than he is. You’re constantly helping him break out of his shell a bit. He’s can be so serious sometimes that he’d find your fearless attitude refreshing but also stressful. You’d give him a heart attack whenever you do something semi dangerous, like bring in a stray possum because it was cute

Extras✨

König- He’s going for a woman who’s patient & empathetic right off the bat. No joke like a kindergarten teacher imo would be perfect. Someone who can listen to him, take care of him, but also provide space when needed. I feel like y’all would enjoy reading books together, he’s very intelligent & book reading is a great way to bond over something but if needed he can always read by himself or with you.

Sobiesław- he’s going for a Slavic woman, a woman who’s traditional but has a little sass. You definitely lean into your more feminine side & be incredibly fashionable. I also feel like he’d into joining you on your shopping trips because you have a good idea for what looks good on him.

Phillip Graves- the All American type of girl, picture Cindy Crawford in that Pepsi Super Bowl commercial. Outgoing, kind, you’d have to be patriotic (RAH 🦅) to some extent obviously, & confident. You’d be his biggest cheerleader & provide the best support system for him in his career.

[sonic-oc-showdown]

ROUND 1

Zenyx belongs to @grimsdeadb0nes

Lori-Ki belongs to @julie-su

Find out more about them below!

Zenyx:

Zenyx is a(n Offcolor) Zeti hailing from the Lost Hex, hidden from the eyes of all but a small handful for her own safety.

Described as exceedingly versatile and a fairly composed wild-card, she acts as The Deadly Six's secret Seventh member! The full extent of her outwardly behaviors is dependant on who she may be around or the situation at hand. She can be quite sweet and very caring to those she likes or is loyal to (which is a very limited list), but can otherwise be just as malicious as the rest of her Pack tend to be towards outsiders. However, unlike the other six, she won't always go out of her way to cause harm or misery UNLESS given proper reason to or provoked. She can be alittle hissy at times, but she's not inherently hot-headed like some; she just doesnt like her buttons being pushed or being lied to- or worse yet, her Pack being messed with.

Zenyx is extremely loyal to the Six and may be described as "caring alittle too much", as she enjoys keeping an eye on/spending time with each and every one if possible and making sure they're okay. She's very keen on stealth and being observant, a quick thinker that thinks ahead, and maybe a slight bit of a people pleaser towards certain individuals- but she isn't afraid to give her two cents either and often lacks a filter at times, offering a touch of sass and attitude. She can be very performative (to an extent) and likes trying to make things fun, being ultimately much more (surprisingly) pleasant than the rest of the Six.

In my Lost World Rewrite (currently still being worked on as of this Poll, yet to be properly revealed!), she is the main inclusion-difference and is by all means another rough obstacle for Sonic and Tails to get through. She managed to remain hidden while the rest of the Six were "conquered" by Eggman for a time, staying out of sight and scheming or helping behind the scenes- as well as working on a way to aid in their freedom before Sonic inevitably kicked the Cacophonic Conch from Eggman's grasp, speeding up that plan tenfold. Eggman was none the wiser to her existence until much later in the story, even going as far as aggressively denying the existence of a seventh in the stretch of area he had taken over when asked about it by Tails, because "If there was, I would have conquered them too!" or something.

She appears in much further stuff planned but thats all hush hush rn ;3!

Lori-Ki:

(art by @/btm-txt)

Lori-Ki is a vengeful member of the Dark Egg Legion, who misses the time before Dimitri had joined forces with Dr. Eggman. She hates Eggman with a passion; spurring first from his refusal to restore her full cybernetics from when EnerjaKnux had forcibly removed them from her, and the rest of the Legion. She had used to boast a half-titanium skull which looked quite frightful; she hated the ridiculous and mass-produced 'upgrades' that were made to her under the Dark Egg Legion. She now skulks around the base, trying to be as unhelpful and sabotaging as she can, plotting Eggman's downfall from the shadows. However, she is the equivalent of a chihuahua amongst dobermen, so all she can do is waste company time, and complain to other legionnaire folk.

[acozysoulwrites]

Dating Monkey headcanons | M.K

No warnings or spoilers

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ʚ You met Monkey after he was released from penance.

ʚ You heard stories of his actions, never thinking much of his past. However, you found him very intriguing.

ʚ He was a 500+ year old immortal Monkey, what wasn’t interesting about that?

ʚ He’s a different person now compared to how he was then. His attitude greatly changed over the course of 500 years.

ʚ (let’s be real, if he hadn’t had a change of heart by now… then he was hopeless)

ʚ In the first year of his release, he had already saved over 20 villages and towns.

ʚ Yours included.

ʚ Most of the people he saved these days didn’t notice, and he rarely got a thank you.

ʚ This definitely keeps him humbled.

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ʚ Monkey was a bit stand-offish at first.

ʚ He hadn’t had anyone take a liking to him in centuries.

ʚ “Go away- seriously what are you doing?” he waves his arms as he speaks.

ʚ He just really didn’t want you to get hurt and the only way he knew how to express this was to seem uncaring.

ʚ However, you persist and eventually he cracks.

ʚ Monkey is still arrogant, just with heart.

ʚ You quickly become his weakness.

ʚ “Just stay close” he rolls his eyes as he walks ahead of you, unable to contain the smile on his face.

ʚ He can’t help but feel his heart tug when you follow behind him like a puppy.

ʚ (He will never admit this)

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ʚ As far as your relationship goes, in the beginning it’s rocky.

ʚ Every time you think he’s about to open up, he makes a joke about it and changes the subject.

ʚ You know he’ll get there eventually.

ʚ Monkey will only let you cuddle him if he’s the one holding you.

ʚ This makes him feel less vulnerable.

ʚ Let’s say he doesn’t sleep much if at all, so he’ll stay awake and admire you while you sleep (and so you won’t catch him)

ʚ Sometimes you wake up and see him sleepily slouching next to you.

ʚ He’s protective, when he’s fighting demons or rogue gods, he insists that you stay behind.

ʚ “No! I’ve got this okay?”

ʚ He’ll get snippy if you protest.

ʚ He’s taller than you, and often teases you about this.

ʚ He loves that he is needed by you to reach things.

ʚ The first time Monkey let himself relax around you was after a battle that left him pretty banged up.

ʚ (I know he’s immortal but i headcanon that he still gets sore/achy)

ʚ You removed his armor and cleaned him up. The whole time he was quiet, the most quiet he’d ever been.

ʚ He hasn’t ever felt a touch as soft as yours and you could see how confused he was.

ʚ Every time you touch him, he leans into your touch like it’s the only thing keeping him up.

ʚ Monkey likes being the one in charge in your relationship and you let him, you trust him.

ʚ He likes when you run your fingers over his head, trying to smooth down the two stray hairs. (They never stay)

ʚ You cup his face when he’s rambling and instantly he freezes.

ʚ He loves using his tail to tease you. He will poke you, or tap your shoulder to make you look, then he’ll jump in front of you and scare you.

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Taking requests for Monkey right now!

[prncssie]

minors mdni

hobie absolutely does not care if you sass him.

to be quite honest, he finds the whole thing a bit amusing. you’re so little compared to him, huffing about. constantly demanding him to do things for you and rolling your eyes at his words. no matter, he cannot allow you to continue on like this.

usually, you’re so loving. always calling him sweet names, responding to everything he says as if he created you, himself. you only really get like this when you’re overwhelmed or when the day has been particularly draining for you.

it’s not hard to figure out the explanation behind your constant attitude and sideways glares when he thinks about how much time you spent with your family to these past few days.

they’ve finally gone home but you’ve come back to him in a sour mood. clearly you haven’t had any time to destress and possibly needed time alone, despite clinging to his side. when he does try to leave you alone, you’ll pout and whine about how he doesn’t care about you only to ignore him until you want something.

hobie knows you like the back of his hand. he knows that if he doesn’t eventually pull you out of your rut, somehow, your hums and grumbles in annoyance will eventually turn into silence. you’ll go completely nonverbal and it’ll be a terrible experience for the both of you. you’ll feel guilty for your lack of communication and fall into a continuous cycle of quietness while he tries his hardest to ensure your prolonged wellbeing.

that just won’t do.

“angel,” hobie settles in the car, reaching into the cup holder to take a sip of his drink. the ice crashing into each other is the only sound ringing through the air for a bit but he’s patient. your brain must be bursting at the seams.

you have the passenger mirror flipped, fussing with your hair. it’s such a minuscule detail but for some reason, it’s such a big deal. you thought it was fine this morning but now it was too tight, too high up, too far to the left. “mm?” your lips are pressed together as you preen.

to hobie, that’s a telltale sign. you’re too far in your head to turn and smile at him like you usually do. he misses it, misses your eyes full of adoration.

though if there’s one thing he’s is, it’s understanding. he knows you aren’t quite sure how to manage your feelings but it’s a bit difficult to take you seriously like this.

by this, he means all dressed in white. little poms hanging off the side of your skirt. fuzzy white hat acting as a halo. your nails click against each other. the pink and silver gems catch the sunlight. you look like a princess you usually are, swallowed by his jacket loosely strewn across your shoulders.

“what?” you say eventually when he doesn’t respond further. your eyes cut to him, narrow and expectant. his eyes were heavy on your frame and you do not like the way it feels.

“you gonna tell me what’s wrong or you gonna keep breakin’ my heart?” he sets the cup back in the cupholder and leans against the door. his head is pressed up against the window while he eyes you. you feel small under his gaze, especially when he looks so neutral.

this isn’t a new scenario to either of you and despite knowing how it’s going to end, you insist on taking the same route each time.

“don’t know what you’re talking about.” you flip the mirror up with a loud snap! and dig in your purse for your shimmery pink lipgloss. it’s always so much easier to change your focus on an inanimate object. “can you just drive? i would like to get everything done today.”

he doesn’t miss your lack of please and thank yous. not only have you decided to stop minding your tone, it appears you’ve thrown your manners completely out the window. hobie sighs. he already knows he has to mentally prepare the both of you for what’s coming next. his sweet girl clearly needs some help communicating. it’s his job to ease some of that distress.

“please cooperate with me, love. i know it’s hard for you to talk right now but i promise you’ll feel so much better if you do. at least a little bit. you’ve been talking crazy to me all day. i don’t like that.” his much larger hand encases yours. his fingers graze your knuckles lovingly and for a moment, your temperament softens.

until you actually have to form words.

you purse your lips. you want to tell him you just have too many thoughts running around but the stress in simply telling him made you feel icky. “nothing is wrong ‘bie.” you turn your head to face the window and stare at the pedestrians passing from the safety of tinted glass. “stop fuckin’ askin’ me.”

you draw a sharp breath when your head is tugged around. you can feel his hand anchored under your chin, pulling you close. there’s no where to run to now, no escape from him and his questions.

hobie’s eyes circle between your wide ones and glossy lips. his are just barely downturned. it was only a matter a time before he let you know just how displeased with your attitude he is. “☆, i’m trying to help you. you’re givin’ me an attitude for no reason and i’m trying to help you. you can tell me what’s goin’ on in that pretty little brain of yours or you can figure it out yourself. what you’re not going to do is talk to me like that, yeah?”

you can feel yourself sinking into the seat with your hands gripping the center console. a whimper leaves your lips and hobie tsks, releasing you from his grip.

“you’re a big girl. use your big girl words.” he’s back to softly caressing your hand in an attempt to draw out his perfect girl, again.

you find yourself craving his comfort and proximity. he always had this effect on you. ever since you met, hobie’s closeness alone kept you docile. there was no need to think around him and he’s just as happy to guide you through the way.

“can’t,” you subconsciously lean towards him, eyes full of need. needing for him to do something, anything. fortunately, hobie is a mind reader when it comes to you.

he presses a kiss against your hand and another against your cheek. his lips graze the skin on the way down your neck. you can feel the coolness of his spider bite on your skin. your thoughts are all muddled and foggy. it has the perfect effect, having you no longer concerned with what to say and how to say it. “it’s too much.”

“what’s too much, pretty?” you can feel him speak against your skin, vibrating your nerves in a way that makes you tense. hobie suckles on your neck. his teeth graze and nip on the most sensitive areas. you do your best to sit still, to be present in the moment but you can’t help but squirm. your breath hitches when his tongue runs across your collarbone.

your mouth forms the words before they come out. you clutch hobie’s wrist and press your legs together. “e – everything. can’t talk.”

his tongue feels hot against your skin. his hand, trailing down your side, leaves your nerves burning in his wake. “too much goin’ on in there? need me to make it better?”

you nod feverishly. you’re just about ready to climb over the center console, keening to his touch. your body is on fire when hobie flips up your skirt. he shoves his way through your white tights and lace panties.

you gasp as he brushes his fingers against your clit. you’re already slumped over after days of stress and the lack of his touches making you extra sensitive.

“relax, angel. y’know i hate it when you move too much.” he lightly chastises you. hobie has a grip on your hip to keep you stabilized. his fingers plunge into you with little resistance. you must have been more worked up than you thought.

you lean against him, breath tanning over his skin. you can’t help but fist his shirt, pushing yourself into his hand farther. he’s knuckle deep in your cunny, drawing endless juices out and leaking all over his fingers.

you lurch forward when he bumps against that one spot, whining directly in his ear. hobie doesn’t have to wait for you to tell him to abuse it. he’s silent, grinding the palm of his hand against your clit.

he keeps you still while he plays with your hole. though your provocative reactions were the source behind his pants feeling suddenly constricting, this wasn’t about him. this was about easing your body, wound up too tight to function.

“ohmygosh, ‘bie. please! i’m gonna – don’t stop!”

you only invite him to drive his thick fingers deeper, as far as he could. hobie glimpses at your expression and nearly cums in his pants.

you look so erotic, glossy mouth formed in an o shape. your eyes are squeezed shut and the cute little hat that was previously so neatly atop your head was all lopsided. the glitter on your lids only helped his horniness. in his eyes, you were absolutely heavenly. he has the best girl with the best pussy.

you don’t even notice how he’s observing you, especially when your hole spasms on his digits. your creamy cum is siphoned out of you until your body twitches in sensitivity.

gradually, hobie’s fingers come to a stop and are gingerly sliding out of you. “all better?” he asks. he’s lifting your cheeks again, only to push his fingers passed your lips. he’s flashing you a satisfied smile when your tongue is swirling around him.

you hum in confirmation. the edge in your behavior is gone and it’s evident in the placidness in your eyes. you’re pleasant again, looking as if he’s built you the world by hand.

“you’re not gonna be mean to me anymore?” hobie pops his fingers out your mouth. he smears your spit on your cheek and even though it probably left some imperfections in your makeup, you couldn’t care less.

“mm mm.” you grin softly and settle back in your seat, only after hobie has fixed your tights and smoothens out your skirt for you. your gaze is fixed on the poms on your skirt, but this time in contentment rather than avoidance.

alas, after your little break, he starts the car. “there’s my girl.” he reaches over to buckle your seatbelt for you, fixing your hat immediately after.

and of course, you’re all gumdrops and rainbows after that. thank god you have hobie around to bring you to your senses, right when you need it most.

[airas-story]

Just Dinner

“You’re burning the food!” Peter called out, an evil little cackle in his voice that no one would ever believe him capable of.

Peter was, as far as everyone else was concerned, a veritable angel. 

“You could help,” Tony grumbled, grabbing the pot of burning noodles and taking them off the heat.

Peter appeared at his side, smothering the small spurt of flame with a towel. “It’s your date,” Peter pointed out, with all the sass that a teenage boy could possess. “Doesn’t that mean it’s your job to do all the work?”

“It’s not a date.” It was far more important than that. Tony put a hand on his hip, turning to look at Peter with his most severe look. Peter was not at all quailed. But then, he never was. “Do you want me to succeed or not?” He waved to the burned noodles. “Because this isn’t really a ringing endorsement for Stephen to stick around.”

Peter considered it for a long moment before nodding. “I’ll fix the noodles, you do the meat and the vegetables.”

Tony shifted to the side as Peter threw away the burnt noodles and pulled out more from Tony’s pantry.

“You don’t need to be nervous, you know,” Peter said in an annoyingly practical tone.

Tony rolled his eyes, nudging Peter out of the way so he could grab a pan for the meat. “I know.”

“Stephen really likes you,” Peter said, tone reassuring. “Almost sickeningly so, actually.”

“I know that, too.” Stephen wasn’t the sort to mince words or feign emotions. Which meant that Tony always knew when Stephen was being genuine. He knew how Stephen felt about him.

Stephen liked him. Loved him. Trusted him. The important things.

“He’s going to say yes,” Peter added.

Tony certainly hoped so, but Stephen seemed to live to either subvert or exceed people’s expectations. It was impossible to know exactly how Stephen would react to anything.

Which made this whole thing nerve wracking.

“As long as I don’t serve him something inedible,” Tony said lightly, distracting from that particular thought.

Peter gave him an affronted look. “I can cook.”

Barely.

The thing was Tony could cook. Most of the time, at least. But apparently his nerves had gotten the best of him. Which was ridiculous. He had no reason to be nervous. He’d fought aliens, not once, but twice. Had created a new element while dying. Had been blown up who knew how many times—not him.

The point was. Dinner with Stephen wasn’t exactly a good reason to be nervous. He’d eaten with Stephen plenty of times.

He just normally wasn’t asking Stephen to marry him.

That was the sort of thing that only happened once. Hopefully, at least. He didn’t put it past him and Stephen to get caught in some sort of time loop that involved multiple marriage proposals.

That sort of thing happened to Stephen and these days Tony got pulled in to more and more ridiculous scenarios.

Not that he minded. Not when it was Stephen.

“Mr. Stark!” Peter’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “You’re going to burn the meat!”

Tony cursed, pulling the meat off the stove. He poked at it with a fork, shifting it around. “It looks… edible,” he decided. Maybe a little charred, but that just gave it flavor.

Peter gave it a doubtful look. “Hopefully Doctor Strange thinks so too.”

Stephen had always given the attitude of being a bit of a food snob, but Tony had never known him to actually turn something down.

“It’ll be fine.” He hoped.

“Boss, Doctor Strange has arrived,” FRIDAY announced.

Well, Tony thought despondently, that meant that the meat had better be good enough, because they didn’t have time for anything more. 

He waved at Peter. “Go say hi. I’ll… finish this.” He waved at the food. “And then you’re going home. I do not need an audience for this.”

Peter scampered off. “Doctor Strange!” His voice was bright and chipper. “Mr. Stark burned the noodles!”

Tony heard Stephen’s low tones responding to Peter’s absolutely unnecessary exchange of information.

Tony breathed in as he threw the food on to two plates.

It was just dinner with Stephen.

Where he was going to ask Stephen to marry him.

No big deal, right? Because Stephen loved him and Tony loved Stephen and that was an important place to start.

Tony was as cool as a cat, completely unbothered, totally in control of his emotions.

He had this.

Hopefully.

[remusslove]

Little James and Sirius come back in the middle of the night after a prank mommy had told them they were not allowed to do because setting it up could be dangerous to them. Their smiles are gone once they enter the dorm to find a very unpleased mommy, Sirius's eyes immediately water because he's such a babyboy when it comes to his mommy and she has to calm him down and hold his hand to take him to the corner for time out. James on the other hand goes by himself but not without a bit of sass (they were okay after all, nothing went badly), mommy needing to talk more sternly and maybe a smacking his bottom a time or two.

They carefully snuck back into the room letting out quiet little giggles thinking you were fast asleep, only to be met with your arms crossed and giving them a stern look.

You raised your eyebrow expecting one of them to talk. Sirius lowered his head too ashamed to look in your eyes.

“Sirius. Start talking.” The tone in your voice made a whimper tore from his throat. It was almost so quiet it would’ve been silent.

“M’ sorry mommy. I just wanted to have fun m’swear! His eyes became cloudy with tears as his voice suddenly grew shaky and higher.

“And I wasn’t going to do it but I was bored and I know I shouldn’t have! I’m still a good boy I swear mama!” By now the tears have escaped and he taking shorter breaths.

“It’s alright siri come here” you reassured him opening your arms indicating that you can hold him. He whimpered holding onto you tightly as James stood there with a bit of jealousy but no remorse.

“All your gonna get is a timeout. Only for half an hour then a bath and some cuddles mkay?” You said gently making sure he knows you wouldn’t be too rough with him right now especially because he’s slipping so far so fast.

He nodded letting go of his hold on you before sitting down with his legs crossed in the corner.

You looked over to James who wasn’t looking directly in your eyes. “James. I know this was your idea. Come here” you said, the sternness that recently laced your voice only minutes before returning.

“Well it’s not fair, you never let me do anything fun” he said irritably. “Because that prank was dangerous james. You both could’ve got hurt, especially because I wasn’t there.” You answered to his attitude with reasoning.

“Now come here. I’m not gonna ask again.” You threatened. He tested his luck even further, rolling his eyes. He walked towards you and when he was in arms reach you bent him over and swatted him three times on the bottom.

“Owie!” He whimpered as you directed him to sit down on the opposite side of the room. With getting a kiss on his cheek he sat down wincing at the pressure on his butt. You didn’t give him a lot of spanks but did use a lot of force.

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“Times up my loves come here” you said half an hour later pushing the papers you were working on to the bed stand as they immediately went and hugged you. You chuckled using both hands to mess with their hair.

“My good boys”

[flightfoot]

Chat in the movie was sassier and could be annoying but consider…

1. The movie makes a point that Adrien tries to close off his heart to people. He lost his mother at a much younger age than Show Adrien who only lost her less than a year before the series starts. So he’s had more time to become a bit prickly and put up walls. Show Adrien is still desperately trying to hold onto his positivity. But Movie Adrien is more Jaded. He’s an independent catboy who don’t need no watermelon cramping his style. I think that’s why it’s easier for him to yell at his father later on too. Movie Adrien has been dealing with the broken home crap for much longer.

2. Movie Adrichat is a bit more in line with Season 1 Adrichat. He’s more likely to express negativity even if it’s just with a facial expression. Chat Noir in season 1 is more of a sassmaster. He doesn’t go as far as movie chat, but he gets some barbs in and has more bravado. He tells Theo that he’s in charge between the two heroes in Copycat and makes muscles at Marinette in Illustrator. He pushes back against Ladybug more and tells her on more than one occasion that she’s not funny when she sasses him with a joke. When Ladybug calls about his Lourve heist asking what’s going on, he tells her if she’d been there she would know, said he was handling it himself and hung up. He pokes fun at her lucky charms multiple times. He’s salty with Plagg and makes sarcastic little comments about his dad and is generally allowed more teenagery moments that aren’t necessarily the most gentlemanly but sympathetic considering his situation. Like remember when Ladybug exposed Lila’s lie about her and the first thing he says to Ladybug in French is something like “are you insane?!” before he caught himself? 😆

I liked movie Chat because he reminded me more of Season 1 (and maybe 2?) Adrien? As Adrichat progressed in the series he lacked more personality to me. He definitely lacked some of his season 1 attitude. By Season 5, he felt really wooden to me a lot of the time. Like he still has moments of negative emotion, but there was something more dynamic about his character at first. Adrichat in Season 5 is either angry enough to kill over Marinette or sad with his tail between his legs. He used to express himself more as Chat just day to day for all sorts of reasons. He used to have a bit more edge. Doesn’t mean I want him to be an edge lord. He’s always been sweet and self depreciating too but I miss his sassier moments.

All of that to say, Movie Chat reminded me of him and lately he feels a little neutered. Though Season 1 Chat is the main Chat for me, I think I prefer Movie AdriChat to Season 5 AdriChat at this point.

True, Movie!Adrien's dealing with different things. Movie!Gabriel is a way better person and parent than Show!Gabriel, having lost himself in grief but not trying to actually hurt Adrien, merely retreating... but that's also left Adrien without a parent for a lot longer. Based on the pictures we see, I'm betting it's been around five years. He's definitely more withdrawn, he says something about that in the movie, and him wearing earbuds all the time seems to be a way of symbolizing how he's closing himself off from the outside world, like how Neku uses his headphones in TWEWY. I like how you point out that he's making himself into an independent catboy who acts like he doesn't actually need other people, like he's enough on his own - that does help to explain why he's not reaching out to Ladybug as much, why he makes himself out to be a big shot more than in canon. He's been basically alone for a long time now, so he can only really depend on himself.

2. Yeah Movie!Adrien does remind me of S1!Adrien with his expression of negativity and sass. I thought that it worked better in the show than the movie though. In the show it usually seemed to me to be bravado, his imitation of a swashbuckling hero similar to Eugene's "Flynn Rider" impression in Tangled, while in the movie, I thought he came off as a little mean to Ladybug at times, especially since he didn't have as much gentle support going on as we do in the show, whenever Ladybug's struggling.

[clexylexymain]

what can i do? (you feel it too?)

SUMMARY:

Ava Silva’s life in Switzerland has taken on a bit of a routine in the past year—granted, it’s the least reliable routine ever with a lot of cracks and unexpected twists, but the system has worked thus far, and by that definition is impenetrable and completely sustainable.

At least… until Beatrice shows up and starts poking at the foundation until it crumbles.

SNIPPET:

A week passes with few further incidents. Her therapist hears all about a few tourists that have been in every night bothering their regulars, but Ava avoids any attempt to steer her towards any difficult subjects.

She doesn’t attempt to stir the pot any further with Beatrice either, despite all of the many jokes she makes about it to Hans. She nearly thinks Beatrice might be warming up to her, at least until she comes in after a day off and can immediately see the gossip in Hans’ eyes, ready to spill at any moment.

He waits until Beatrice gets up from her table and heads upstairs, then immediately turns to her, “ I should tell you, Beatrice was asking about you yesterday. ”

“ Asking about me? ” Ava raises her eyebrows, taking a sip from her water and leaning back against the bar. “ In what way? ”

“ She asked if you ‘flirt with everyone’ or if you’re ‘just like that.’ I told her you’ve never flirted with me, so how should I know? ” Hans shrugs, but Ava knows he must have given a bit of an attitude to Beatrice in the moment. She tries to imagine what Beatrice’s face must have looked like in response to Hans’ sass, but she can’t find it in her to enjoy it at the moment.

“ Flirting? She thinks I’m flirting with her? ”

“ No, not with her. With customers. Well, maybe with her, too. She wasn’t incredibly specific about it, and she walked away after it was clear I didn’t want to entertain her attempt to find an avenue to reign you in with. ”

Ava pretends to be offended, “ Do you think I need to be ‘reigned in,’ Hans? ”

“ I wouldn’t dream of trying, Ava, ” He bows his head, a teasing glint in his eyes. It’s this moment that Beatrice returns from upstairs, witnessing Ava take the rag from her waist and hit him with it. The two of them laugh together like children, earning raised eyebrows from Beatrice as she takes her seat.

Ava calls to her, “ This isn’t what my flirting looks like, for the record. Don’t worry, boss. ” Hans can’t seem to help the snort he lets out, which only makes Ava laugh a little harder than she already was. Beatrice has the decency to blush, if the pretty rose color that fills her tan cheeks is anything to go by.

“ You’re going to get yourself fired, one of these days, ” Hans says quietly to her as they get back to work, but it’s clear he’s very much amused. Ava just shrugs her shoulders and pours another whiskey for one of their regulars, smiling a wide, unapologetic smile and carrying on with her shift.

[dancingtotuyo]

Scathed (Javier Peña) Chapter 2

Rating: Mature

Warnings: brief references to non-con, abuse, manipulation, underage; grooming, age gap.

Notes: Javier makes his appearance! Lots of references to Narcos: Mexico. Also on AO3 under the same title. Pen name: emilythepemily.

Words: 3,383

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Journal Entry

October 22, 1993,

We’re going to visit a friend of Dad’s, Chucho. He owns a ranch. I’ve met him a couple of times. He’s very sweet. I like him. The ranch isn’t that far out of town, but Dad insists on staying the night. For the experience or something like that. Everyone will be there: Dad, Anna, the kids. I haven’t spent a night away from home since I came back. Dad says it’ll be good for me. So does my therapist (the new one, Trisha). Apparently, it’s a safe environment. Nothing feels like a safe environment. I expect to have nightmares both nights we’re there. Dad said the kids can stay in his and Anna’s room. I’m thankful he offered. I hate feeling like I need to accept, but I don’t want to scare my kids.

Miguelito remembered he hates me. I don’t know what to do. It’s been 4 years. He still blames me for his dad’s arrest.

I know the kids will love the ranch. Dad is already thrilling Alejandra with tales of horseback rides. Mateo is excited to get so close to the cows. I hope Miguelito has fun. He seems to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. I think he remembers too much…

The station wagon doors close in rapid succession. The sun was starting its descent in the west. Emily helped Mateo out of his car seat. She propped him on her hip. Even though he was fast approaching 5, Emily cherished every opportunity to hold him close. It only lasted a few seconds before he wiggled down. Emily placed him firmly on his feet. He ran to Jaime, grabbing his hand.

“You little traitor.” Emily shook her head. Mateo giggled.

“He’s not a traitor. He just loves his Abuelo. Isn’t that right, bud?”

“Mhmmm,” Mateo grinned, looking between his mother and grandfather.

Alejandra grabbed Emily’s hand. “Don’t worry, Mami. I still love you.”

Emily laughed, kissing her daughter’s head. “Good, at least one of my children still cares about me.”

Miguelito whispered under his breath. Emily couldn’t hear what he said, but she didn’t need to. She sent a stern look his way. He straightened up slightly but still wore his pout

The front door swung open. Chucho Peña waved as the parade of people walked up. “Welcome. It’s good to see everyone again.”

He and Jaime shook heads. Anna leaned in for a hug. The kids exchanged high-fives. He nodded at Emily with a welcoming smile. She returned the greeting.

“Thanks for hosting the rowdy bunch, Chucho. I know we can be a handful.” Jaime said.

Chucho waved him off. “If it’s too much, I’ll just put you to work.”

Jaime sighed, putting his hands out. “And I just so happened to forget my work clothes this trip.”

Miguelito wandered over to the porch and sat on the steps. Mateo stayed close to his grandfather, intently watching the two men interact. Alejandra scanned the distant fields for signs of animals. Emily kept tabs on each of her children. She would be able to tell you if a hair was out of place on their heads.

Chucho laughed. “Fortunately for you, Javier has already taken care of my entire to-do list around this place.”

Jaime rested his hands on his hips. “Speaking of which, what’s he up to? Couldn’t spare a minute to say hi to an old friend?”

“He’s finishing a few things up. Should be back soon.”

“Can we go inside? It’s hot out here?” Miguelito called from the steps, hand held over his eyes.

“We live in Texas. It’s always hot,” Alejandra said.

Emily bit her lip to keep her laugh at bay. Her stepmother did the same. Alejandra had all the sass and it often targeted her older brother and his negative attitudes.

Chucho laughed. “Let’s head inside. We wouldn’t want you to melt.” 

Miguelito stood and Emily caught the roll of his eyes as he turned toward the door. She opened her mouth. She could take his attitude when directed toward her. She believed in giving him some space. He would come to her with an apology when he was done being mad, but around other people, particularly their host, was crossing a line. Jaime put a hand on her shoulder. “So he’s-”

“Remembered he hates me again? Yes.”

Jaime kissed the top of her head. “I’ll talk to him later. See if I can help.”

“Thank you.”

They followed Chucho into the house. Their host showed them to the spare rooms. “Javier said he’d sleep on the couch, so no one has to sleep on the floor.” 

Miguelito’s ears picked up. “Really? I get my own room?”

“Only if that means you have to share with me,” Alejandra said.

“Stop being a brat, Ale.”

“Miguel!” Emily looked at him. It was the equivalent of using his full name. She hated calling him Miguel. She never used his full name. 

“When you stop being a little bitch.” Alejandra replied.

Emily turned to her 6-year-old, eyes wide. “Alejandra Rosa! Where did you learn that?”

A sly grin crossed Miguelito’s face. Chucho’s cheeks were as rosy as Santa’s from withholding laughter. 

“It was in one of Abuelo’s movies.” She pointed to Jaime, shoulders shrugging as if she had done nothing wrong.

“I swore you to secrecy, young lady.” It was obvious Jaime was finding the same amusement as his friend. Emily glared at her father. He held up his hands. “We were watching a movie. I forgot it was in there.” 

Emily sighed, rubbing her temple. She grabbed both their hands and pulled them into one of the rooms. Her stern voice muffled through the door.

“Well, Mateo, looks like you’re the last man standing.” Chucho chuckled.

“It happens a lot.”

“There’s some blocks and cars in that cabinet over there.” Chucho pointed. Mateo rushed over eagerly finding the promised toys.

 “So, I hear Javier got himself into some hot water in Colombia.” Jaime eased himself onto the couch.

“You probably know more than me,” Chucho said. “He hasn’t wanted to talk about it much. I haven’t seen him in his head so much since he came home from Mexico.”

Jaime nodded. Anna grabbed her husband’s hand. He sighed. “I know the impact Mexico had on my guys down there… and my family..” He looked at Mateo, building a tower in the corner. “The stories I’ve heard about Escobar and Colombia aren’t any better.”

“It’s hard to see your kid struggle and not know what to do.”

“It is.” 

The front door opened. Javier kicked his boots off, groaning with his tense muscles. “I got the back fence mended, but not before that damn heifer got out.” 

“54?”

“Yeah, took me almost an hour to get her back in.”

“Still, probably one of the easiest chases of your career,” Jaime said, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Jaime, it’s good to see you.” Javier shook his hand. 

“Likewise. It’s been, what? 10 years?”

“Something like that.” Javier smiled. “The Felix Gallardo hunt, right?”

Emily cleared her throat. She looked two shades paler than normal, arms crossed. Jaime felt the stab of guilt in his gut. “Uh, Javier, this is my daughter, Emily.” 

“Nice to meet you.” Javier held out his hand. 

Emily looked down at it. Her arms stayed put. “Nice to meet you too.” She forced a smile. 

Javier cocked his head to the side, confused. Miguelito pushed through the two adults. Javier sidestepped the child but not before he was shoved. 

“Miguel.” The front door slammed behind him. She clenched her fists. “Sorry about him.”

Jaime gave her a look as if to say, twice in one evening, I’m impressed. 

Chucho waived it off. “Javier had his fair share of storm outs in his day.” 

“I’ll try.” Jaime stood, following his grandson’s trail. 

Emily forced a smile. Javier still stood in front of her. Her color began to return. “That was my son, Miguelito. That’s my youngest in the corner, Mateo. Alejandra is in the bedroom getting some self-prescribed beauty rest.” She stepped around Javier. He was too close. She sat next to Anna. “Her words, not mine.”

Chucho laughed. “She’s quite the talker.”

“Hasn’t shut up since the day she was born.”

“She keeps us laughing,” Anna said.

“They do say laughter is good for the soul,” Chucho said. “I’m going to start on dinner. I want you two just to sit there and relax. Would you like something to drink? Wine?”

Anna hugged her stepdaughter. “Chucho, we never turn down wine.”

...

Emily’s bare feet padded down the hall. The house was quiet, but the sound of cicadas echoed through the windows. Chucho had opened them to air out the house. Warm air cycled through. Even with the breeze, moisture collected over her skin. Her breathing was heavy. It labored as if a pallet of bricks sat atop it. 

Sleep continued to evade her. The insomnia worsened in a strange place and the wine had worn off over an hour ago. She knew when she did manage to fall asleep, he would be there, forever branding her. Even now, he controlled her. She hated that most.

She followed the glow of the moon to the back sliding doors, desperate to be free of the walls around her. The door made a loud squeaking sound, sticking to the trim. She cursed under her breath.  

The cement patio was still warm under her feet. She let out a long breath. The bricks lifted. The outside air wrapped around her. Relief inflated her lungs. 

“Couldn’t sleep?”

Emily jumped, her hand covering her mouth. Javier sat on the old, metal patio furniture, elbows on his knees. She shook her head, her breathing elevated. A cigarette glowed between his fingers. Her eyes followed the stream of smoke as it drifted upward until it disappeared under the moonlight. 

He offered up the cigarette, eyebrow raised. She stared at it, not saying a word. Javier cocked his head to the side. He’d never seen anyone take so long to accept or refuse a cigarette. She looked almost scared by it. 

Javier opened his mouth to say something, but she stepped closer, carefully plucking it from his grasp. She took one, slow drag. She held it in for a moment, feeling the nicotine wash through her.

She had despised Miguel’s chain smoking. It always meant he was stressed. It meant he wanted more from her. In the beginning, he would brush his teeth and put it off as long as possible when he was with her. Later, he used it as an intimidation tactic. She vividly remembered puffs of smoke blown in her face. She would purposefully keep a baby on her hip to keep him from smoking around her, but it didn’t keep it off his breath. 

These were lighter than the thick stench of his. These were closer to the ones her dad smoked. Jaime had switched brands after a passing comment from her about it. As much as she detested them, she often found one in her hand when the nightmares set in. 

 She waited until the smoke disappeared, then handed the cigarette back to Javier. 

“Thank you.” 

Javier nodded, bringing the bud to his lips. “Seemed like you needed it more than me.” 

His eyes flicked up to hers. She stared back. There was something wild behind her eyes. Panic came to mind, but it felt deeper than that. He’d seen that look in Colombia in people who’d come accustomed to living in fear for their own safety, doing whatever it took to survive the horrors of the drug war. 

She swallowed. Turning toward the backyard, arms wrapping tightly around herself, the breeze caught her hair and traveled down her neck. Her skin prickled and tightened. She closed her eyes. It didn’t last long. 

Alarm bells fired in her head. She turned back toward Javier, watching him closely. The moon illuminated his profile. Emily could see each muscle in his neck move.

“I don’t have a monopoly on shitty patio furniture you know.” He flicked the ash off his cig. A faint smirk played off his lips.

Emily looked down at the chair closest to her. It didn’t look particularly comfortable, but it did sound better than standing here until her nerves calmed or her anxiety pushed her back inside. It wasn’t any closer to Javier than she was now. If she leaned back, she may even be further. Logically, she knew he was safe by all accounts, but Emily didn’t have the luxury of logic anymore. Trauma doesn’t reason. 

“Trouble sleeping?”

“Not really a strong suit of mine.”

“Yeah,” Javier said. A breathy ghost of a laugh floated off his lips. “Me either.”

Emily pulled her legs into her chest. The immediate panic started to leave her body. She snuck a direct look at Javier. There was something familiar about him. She had never seen him before today. She recognized the haunted look in his eyes. She’d seen it in the mirror for years.

“So…You were in Mexico with my dad?” She didn’t know why she asked. She hated talking about Mexico.

“Just during the search for Kiki Camarena. I had just finished training when it happened.”

“Hell of a first assignment.”

He leaned forward and offered up the cigarette again. She reached across the expanse. 

“I heard the cartel came after the families to try and scare the DEA off. Must’ve been scary.”

“I wasn’t in Mexico with my dad.” She handed back the cigarette. His fingers brushed hers during the exchange. Her hand jerked away. 

His eyebrows furrowed. “Could’ve fooled me. Your Spanish sounds more Mexican than Texan.”

She laughed dryly. “And yet they always said I sounded American when I was in Mexico.”

“I got the same in Colombia.”

“To be fair, we are American.” A smile tugged at her lips. 

Javier chuckled. “That we are.” He took one last huff from his cigarette before squashing it out on an ashtray next to him. “but you did live in Mexico.”

She looked up at the stars, taking her time. She let her hand travel through her hair. It snagged  on a tangle. The breeze picked up again. It soothed her racing heart. Javier watched her. She looked serene, but he had the feeling she was anything but. “Yeah, almost 7 years… Had my kids there.”

“So you were there when everything went crazy?”

She got quiet again. Contemplating her words. She’d only ever said the words to therapists in a room under the protection of HIPAA. To say it out here, under the open sky, to someone she hardly knew, would it give it more power? She’d felt powerless for so long. Define her? It felt like they already fucking did. Trisha would tell her keeping it in is what gave it so much power. 

“I was married to Miguel Felix Gallardo.”

Javier looked at her. He wanted to call her bluff, pass it off as her pulling one over on him, but she wasn’t joking. She held tension in her shoulders and bit her lip. She still couldn’t look at him. The look in her eye made sense.

“Fuck,” he muttered before disappearing inside. 

Emily’s head snapped around. She stared at the sliding door left wide open. Was Javier disgusted with her? She’d married a drug lord and had his children. She’d even loved him at one point. It didn’t matter the circumstances. It didn’t matter that he’d taken advantage of a 16-year-old girl, or he’d abused her. Javier was a DEA agent. They hated drug lords first. Everything else was second.

Javier emerged with a bottle of liquor and two glasses. He set them on the table between their seats. “Seemed like this conversation could use a drink.” He poured a couple fingers into each glass. 

He held it out to her. She looked between him and the cup but didn’t move. It was just them. She didn’t let her guard down, didn’t drink if her dad or Anna weren’t around. Of course, she didn’t hang out with people, particularly men, she’d just met either, but here she was. Javier set the glass down and shrugged. He lounged in his seat, feet propped up as he sipped his drink.

Emily leaned forward and grabbed the cup. She took a sip, letting it sit on her tongue. Tequila. She knocked the rest of it back and swiped the bottle off the table to refill her cup. Javier raised his eyebrows. She ignored him as she settled back into her chair. 

Warmth radiated through her mouth and throat all the way to her stomach. Her insides felt like the outside, warm and hazy. “It’s okay if you hate me, you know.”

“How old are you?”

Emily looked at him weirdly. “25.”

“And your oldest is what? 10?” 

“Almost.” She found her voice growing quieter. 

“Sounds like a powerful man took advantage of a teenager.”

She swallowed, looking into her drink. Tears welled behind her eyes. She’d heard it all from her therapists before, but they were trained to recognize that. Her dad had struggled with that concept early on. He’d asked her what she’d seen in him. It took her a while to come to terms with why that hurt the way it did. DEA agents hated Miguel Angel Felix Gallardo the most. 

She blinked the tears away, pushing back her emotions. “Did you know him?”

“Who?”

“Agent Camerana?”

“No.”

They stayed quiet. Emily let the emotions pass. Javier looked up at the sky now. She looked at him. She pulled the cup to her lips, putting on a playful facade. She almost believed it.

“Ever meet Escobar?”

“No.”

“Ever meet any of the guys you’re chasing?” The playfulness reached her eyes. It was no longer a facade. There were some things about all of this she could joke about. Tequila helped too.

“I was part of the team that captured Rafa.”

“Don’t tell Miguelito that. He’ll hate you as much as he hates me.” 

Javier tilted  his head to the side. “Why?”

“You put away his Tio. He’s fiercely loyal.”

“What’s his problem with you?” 

Emily opened her mouth and then closed it. The temptation to spill everything was there. Her heartbeat quickened. She would break down if they went there. “He blames me for his dad’s arrest.” 

Flashes from that day, Alejandra’s screams and Miguelito’s please, played in her head. Her pulse beat in her ears, growing louder. Before Javier could respond, she set her glass on the table and stood. “I need to go to bed.”

She was 6 feet in the house when she stopped. Slowly, she pivoted. She took a deep breath. Her head poked out the window. “Thank you, Javier.”

He met her gaze with a short nod. If he found her behavior odd, he didn’t let on. “Anytime.”

...

Emily sat on the edge of the bed. The bedside lamp glowed. She waited for her body to slow down. She could feel the liquor fully setting in. Maybe… maybe she wouldn’t have nightmares tonight after all. Doubtful, a new place coupled with that conversation.. 

A knock on her door, and it popped open. It set her heart pounding again. Damn anxiety. “Miguelito?”

“Mami, I woke up and can’t get back to sleep.”

She motioned over, sitting back on the bed. He bounded over, curling into her. He rarely did this anymore. He liked to think he was too big and tough. She played with his hair and kissed his head. 

“I’m sorry.”

“Thank you.” She squeezed him. “I love you, mijo.”

“I love you too, Mami.”

That was the end of it for now. Emily knew he’d get upset again. It was inevitable, it would be that way until he was old enough to know and understand enough. 

“Can I stay with you tonight?” Emily bit her lip. She wanted that, but she wasn’t going to let him see what happened to her at night. 

“Sure, mijo.” She rubbed his back. There was no way in hell she could carry him back to bed, but she could get him just asleep enough that he would walk back to bed with guidance. 

The nightmares woke her up two hours later.

Chapter 3 ->

taglist: @phoenixinthewater​

[underlanternglow]

OPPOSITES ATTRACT — ♡

anon asked → hii!! I'm happy to find a new paralive blog :'33, if it's not a bother, I would like for TWC (if there are many, you can omit ryuu, sorry ryuu :'v) relationship headcanons, with an egocentric, daring fem reader and a bit of a diva but with a kind heart well something like the attitude of a sassy princess,jsjs I like when opposites attract, I see twc as a chill group and nothing arrogant so to relate to someone opposite, it's interesting idk thanks for everything <33

a/n -  thank you anon <3 this is really cute! every time i was writing shiki’s i kept thinking about the “he asked for no pickles” meme

naoakira saimon

he really admires your strength and your kind heart, even if the way you show it is different

he tries his hardest to make sure everyone gets along. it works for the most part, but he does ask that you try your best with everyone, too. it’s really important to him that everyone cares for each other!

you two do disagree on how to handle things, sometimes. since your personalities are so far apart, you have a tendency to not understand each other. of course, communicating easily solves that

he finds your princess-like attitude charming, even if you sometimes sass him. knowing what you want and how to go for it was one of the first things he noticed about you, which made him ultimately love you. he thinks that he can learn a lot from you!

yohei kanbayashi

wrangles you half of the time, with the other half letting you wrangle the others

you butt heads fairly often. it’s not usually too serious, but your personalities clash sometimes.

arguments can get a little heated because of this, but once you both had the chance to calm down, everything’s fine. he knows deep down you’re a good person, though

he likes that he doesn’t have to worry too hard about you. one of your biggest draws was your take-no-shit attitude, which he finds very attractive

ryu natsume

fully goes along with everything you say, no question. loves to give you a “yes, ma’am!” 

you two are the biggest annoyances ever. when he’s up to his antics against others, you tend to join him. you quickly tell him to knock it off when you’re the victim (not that it stops him)

some days, he’ll call you a different nickname depending on your interactions. on a day when you were harsh with him, he called you a “demon queen.”

he loves your risk-taking and exciting nature! the two of you are an exciting couple, and he feels that there’s never a dull moment with you. it’s what he loves the most about you

shiki ando

you are the #1 shiki defender

you think he’s a little afraid of you, but truthfully, he wishes he could be somewhat like you. of course, along the way, you teach him to love himself more, and your confidence rubs off on him a little

in a way, you’re his rock. he knows he doesn’t really have anything to worry about when you’re by his side. sometimes he wonders why you like him, but your bold insistence is enough to reassure him

he really loves that he can count on you. to him, even if you’re sassy about it, you’re one of the most reliable people he knows, and he likes the thought of always having you in his corner. he’s always loved how you treated him with kindness!

[ratboyrecall]

Tenth Post - After putting this off a bunch of times, having a dilemma as to how the make this, and then going completely oblivious to the fact I did not post this, I am finally giving you a story. Now then. Without further ado, I present to you chapter 3!

Worlds Apart Will Soon Collide: Part 3

We had finished the milkshakes, a couple other people showing up after.

One of them came up to me, introducing himself as Sodapop. Sodapop seemed like an enjoyable person, cracking jokes alongside Two-Bit.

To be honest, both had rather curious names so of course, I had to ask.

Sodapop was easily up for it, as he said it was his real name. His ease soon grew into embarrassment as the others started to tease him for it. Eventually, Ponyboy got the other two to calm down.

Two-Bit on the other hand wasn't so keen on sharing whether or not it was his real name; therefore, I just gave up.

Eventually, the other introduced himself, his gruff voice seeming to echo in my mind as if he were some wise elder figure from a movie. This man introduced himself as Darry, Soda and Pony's older brother.

The joy that came from the group messing around with each other was indescribable. Mainly because it was one I had forgotten even existed amongst people. Honestly, the feeling was refreshing.

Later on, the Curtis brothers left, leaving me with Dally and Two-Bit. There was a bit of a light atmosphere as well as a discussion but eventually, the latter left.

So there sat me and the most stubborn man out of this group I've met so far. The only noise present was the voices of others and a clinking that came from Dally tapping his milkshake. We stayed silent until finally, I couldn't take enough of the awkward stress running through my blood.

"So... Is there anything you want to say?"

Dally looked up from his shake, a look of confusion on his face.

"Are you talking to me?..."

With a sigh, I nodded.

"No one else I know is here anymore..."

A grin suddenly made an appearance on his face as he took his thumb and ran it across his lips.

"Huh... The more I think about it, you're more feisty than any of the girls I've tried picking up. Got an attitude to ya. It's sorta funny you have more sass to ya than an eighth year old spoiled girl. Anyway, if yer askin' about our sleepover and if it has any rules, there ain't nothin' to worry about. You just... gotta keep yourself though."

I could help but raise an eyebrow at this peculiar set of words.

"So first, there were no rules. But you then give one?... That was like adding a "but" to that sentence. Just practically cancels out the part before that."

There came a scoff from Dally as he murdered the words smart-ass under his breath. The comment got me to smile, even if it bugged me a little.

"Look, when I tell you not to go snoopin' round, I mean it. My type ain't exactly forgiving when it comes to getting in somethin' yer not 'pose to, you got that?"

There was no chance I could hold off my sudden fit of giggling with what just went on. Dally looking all serious with his choppy grammar was simply making me weak.

"My god- You sure are hilarious... That accent... And who even is your type anyways? Not only that but are you talking about groups you hang out with or the females you choose when you say "your type"? If it's the first one, know I can take on a few females. Besides, it's rude to just keep me awake listening to something like that. I'd rather sleep in a box if you're gonna bring girls over tonight."

Dally growled, looking around before grabbing me by the collar.

"How 'bout you shut your mouth, wise guy. I wasn't talking about girls, I was talkin' about the people I crash with. And unless you want your brains blown out on their pavement, shut your yap- I'm just trying to keep ya from trouble."

As much fun as it would've been provoking Dallas, I decided to give it up, tired of his snappy attitude. Taking a glance at my empty milkshake cup, I shrugged.

"Fine. If you're trying to do something nice, I won't bug you about it. All I want to know is what I shouldn't do so neither of us get in trouble. I don't want to be kicked out of another house by someone's folks."

Dally raised a brow, looking at me funny.

"I thought I told you. Or at least one of the others did."

"Told what?"

"I don't live with my folks. I share a place with one of my buds. Well, more like acquaintance or whatever the word that Ponyboy kid uses to describe people you talk to. I don't really like him because he's annoying at time and doesn't know when he should keep his ass out conversations or such but he is decent company. That and he has a place to crash at so I stay with him. For now, at least."

My mind traveled, sending it's many cars down the paths of thought. On one hand, it was a place to sleep until things rolled over. Sleeping was all that needed to be done there because it was somewhat easy to continue living outside of someplace, especially with school. But on the other, there were still chances that could let me run into the other occupant, something I didn't want. Now I see what Dally didn't want happening.

What if that other man was some pervert or criminal? At any point in time, he could stab me or walk in on me in the shower. That's a thought I couldn't help but shiver at.

Dally seemed to take notice as he gave me a glance of confusion.

"Well, it's sounds okay but before we go, could we get some fries? They're something no one can mess up and I'm feeling a little bit hungry."

With a sigh, he looked around the diner.

"That'd just take up more money from me..."

I couldn't help but snicker while questioning him.

"You act like I'm a black hole sucking up your money and yet you're still getting those fries? I'm starting to believe what you say is the opposite of what you mean."

I only got a groan in response as he flagged down a waitress.

Once we received the "meal," we got up and started the journey to his place.

[grasshopperdoingdogpaddle]

One thing I really miss from Season 1 Jack was just how snarky he was. Sure he was a Bit of a coward as a character flaw, but he had some Bite to him that made him feel like a credible villain, even if a mostly ineffectual one. Instead of being a flat out Cowardly Mama's Boy, he sassed off about his parents always doing Dumb Parents things and throwing wild parties, snarked back at Wuya, and had an attitude beyond occasionally smarmy coward. Which would be fine if you were to develop him out of that and use that lessening of seeming threat level by making him maybe doubt his clinging to the side of evil and migrate towards good or even just neutrality. But instead it kind of feels like the narrative expects us to simultaneously believe he's both a villain with potential to have his own Evil Overlord Jack timeline and also that he's a simpering coward who's perfectly fine acting like a total stooge to other, bigger baddies.

Yeah, season 1 established Jack as a much more... human character. 

He's an antisocial rich kid who's desperate for the acknowledgement of others, but also actively acts abrasively to keep them at arm's length. He's a genius in robotics and knows how smart he is. He's snarky and cocky, he knows what he wants and feels entitled to the whole world's praises, and if conquest is what it takes to show off what he has, he'll happily do it, because it means less social interaction he has to awkwardly work through.

In fact, he's prone to self-sabotaging or bristling in response to positive social situations, is avoidant of things like parties but still wants to be talked about positively, and automatically meets even polite greetings with snarkiness.

Oh yeah! Can I strut now?

First order of business when I rule the world: vaporize all mimes.

Nice place you have here, Clay, too bad about the sudden change in weather.

Oh, I'm leaving alright, and you're coming with me! (Oh really, who's gonna make me?) You are. Kimiko, meet Kimiko. Or should I say, meet your match.

(No hands.) Yeah. And no game.

You fully get why the monks are wary and unfond of him. He was a smarmy threat and he actively mocks and belittles them unpleasantly. He insults their intelligence and appearance, steals from them and actively tries to kill them, is occasionally creepy towards Kimiko. And he gets pretty frequent W's or near wins, so his threats were not empty threats. It's very clear why there's mutual bad blood.

And then there’s the thing with his parents. He didn't have a very strong negative or positive reaction to his father sending him the puzzlebox, so it's evidently not unusual to get gifts like that from his parents. He’s neither surprised nor completely uninterested. Then, he says it's lame and throws it away when he solves it. 

A sort of distant relationship from an antisocial teenager trying to come into his own. The only parental figure’s gift he seemed immediately impressed and sentimental about was the helibot his villainous grandmother gave him. Otherwise, he’s not particularly desperate for presents from them.

Like the scene you mention, where he insults his parent's boring parties.

Jack: Standard for my folk's parties. Snobfest a-go-go. Ashley: So, are you Jack? the kid they're all talking about upstairs? Jack: (Perking up hopefully) They're talking about me?! Are they calling me a genius?! Ashley: More like "weirdo" Jack: WHAT'S SO WEIRD ABOUT ME?!

He thinks his parents are lame and throw lame parties. He avoids parties because he’s antisocial and doesn’t do as well with people as he does with machines, but it makes him happy to know that they might all be talking about how smart he is up there. And when he hears that they’re insulting him, he doesn’t simper or shrink, he throws a furious tantrum and lashes out.

It’s a far cry from the Mama's boy who "has panic attacks when he's away from his mama for more then one day".

The later seasons feel off because he's more of a simpering lackey and doesn't even pull off any smug attitudes or land any biting insults anymore, he just... shrinks back and cries. Makes the encounters with the monks feel painfully one-sided.

Even entirely separate from the villain decay that all the Heylin character underwent and the massive flanderization almost all the characters had in season 3 to undermine their previous growth, Jack just feels like a different character.

He was always immature in a way that was well communicated, but by the end of the series, it's less "edgy teenager rebellion" and more "uncomfortably infantilized by the narrative".

He was always cowardly and cocksure with an Napoleon complex. Always the type who’s taunt an angry dog while it’s leashed only to scream and run when it broke its chain, but at some point he’s very much just a recurring joke about how pitiful he is. But the type of cowardice changes into something less teenager-who-thinks-he-can-take-over-the-world and more shrinking-violet. He’s very woobified.

And it’s sad, because for a while there was a nice opening for places where he could have gone. He had an episode where he acknowledged that he’s only evil is out of fear of failure and an internal logic that evil is sure to lose anyway so it doesn’t matter if he fails or not.

Jack could have either cemented his desire to have a reason for being on the Heylin side that’s not just that desperate fear, or he could have made the step to the Xiaolin side that every finale teases.

Ultimately they didn’t go either direction though. Like you said, he sort of ends up as just “a simpering coward who's perfectly fine acting like a total stooge to other, bigger baddies.” Especially in his ping-ponging relationship with Hannibal Bean, where he’s either trembling and begging Bean to leave him alone, or groveling unquestioningly at Bean’s brilliant evil plans before walking directly into being betrayed.