#hes in teh corner i promise

[t1atam3ra]

YOU'RE BEING BOMBED WITH DOODLES TAKE COVER!!

NOW OC DOODLESSS <3 timothy in rottmnt savee mee.... i NEED more tips on how to make him more loser like he looks tooo cool for my taste </3

about to pull up with loree

so basically timothy works in the foot shack in season 1 and recently joined the foot clan for funsies, him and casey get partnered up a lot in the ¨we don't know what to do with you¨ group so they are kinda friends!! ( casey wants to punch him sooo badly)

After the whole draxum thing with the dark armor he's stuck in the rubble or something idk when raph saves him

now, he pretty much idolizes raph similar to him and donnie in 2012 ( because if were being honest donnie WOULD NOT take a mentor role in rise) But he's trying to be all chill about it ( he's on his knees begging to become a ninja)

He tries meeting raph on his vigilante nights and eventually gets raph to train him during season 2!! Raph would get him to join simple missions and genuinely enjoy training with Timothy ( this kinda would pre pare him for being leos mentor after the movie)

Raph sees him as kinda like a frankenfoot/younger brother he needs to look out for while Timothy sees raph as his hero, bro wants to be just like him fr fr

he occasionally sleeps over at the lair to train even though raph´s brothers (cough cough leo and donnie) don't really enjoy a new roomy after the whole bull hop situation

So he raph and casey are kinda like a vigilante trio except he sucks at fighting and the only hand-to-hand combat he knows are thumb wars </3

AND LASTY KRAANG DOODLES

trust their hair are the spikey tentacles ( when they infected raph his hair got changed) Also they can change some parts of their body to be more kraang like

old men/women my beloveddd need to make them a bit more wrinkley

[kid-blinks-eyepatch]

Sprace

Spots leg 🦵 🔥

Its movie versions bc i felt like it idk based off a hc my friend had

_race POV-

I whined sleepily when i felt Spot’s arms disappear from around me. He laughed softly and kissed just behind my ear

“Cmon Tony the bell’s gonna ring soon” He informed me. I whined again and rolled over to face him. I opened an eye sleepily and saw him grinning at me. He had himself propped up with an elbow. I whined and pulled hin down on top of me. He laughed

“Tony!” He laughed. We wrestled for a little bit before I settled with my head on his chest and my body curled up next to him. I looked around the room. If you could call it that. There had been two small rooms upstairs the way the Brooklyn lodge had been built. One was for the leader (Spot) and the other was, as Smokes had put it, to fuck in so they don’t traumatize the littles.

“We’re gonna have to get up in like five minutes Ton” he said, petting my hair

“Then we will- I want my cuddles” I replied, huffing. Spot rolled his eyes and kissed me lightly. I wiggled a bit so i was sitting up a bit more and then i saw his leg. 

Now Spot being Spot had a lot of scars. But i knew about almost all of them. I say almost all because his pant leg had gotten pulled up during the wrestling and i could see his left leg. The skin was sort of mottled, with raised lines scattered around it as well. It took up the entirety of his lower calf, and looked like it went higher up. How had I not noticed it before??

Spot looked up me, confusion evident on his face. The blond poked my cheek with his finger and I looked at him

“Yeah?” I asked

“Jus’ let it be” He replied, pulling me down “It’s old I promise”

“Wha- How'd you get it?” I asked him, He went silent for a moment, running a hand through my curls. He eventually just shrugged

“Was a long time ago- don’t matter” He finally replied. I wanted to argue, but the bell rang and Spot rolled out of bed. The sounds of the other Brooklyn Newsies waking up could be heard. I followed Spot and started to get dressed like we had many other times. I watched him out of the corner of my eye. He seemed alright, if a bit upset. 

“You alright Seanie?” I asked him, kissing the top of his head.

“Yeah Im okay” He replied, kissing my cheek before going downstairs. I slipped on my shirt and followed. It was a pretty familiar sight that greeted me. The littles were up and bouncing off teh walls as always while York was attempting to change his shirt with Graves clinging to him. Smokes was trying to herd the littles while Dice was laughing uncontrollably. Knobs had his arms wrapped around his partner's waist while he tried to get a little more sleep. Dice rolled their eyes and shook their boyfriend.

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I looked at Graves as we were walking back. York had agreed (albeit very grudgingly) to help Dutchy with the littles so Graves had gone selling with me. I glanced at him as he walked alongside me. The two of us got along wel, we had similar personalities ourselves, and our boyfriends also had similar personalities.  We got back to the lodge fairly quickly as we hadn’t gone too far selling. 

It had been ominously dark and cloudy all day, so most of the newsies didn’t want to go too far in case they got caught in the rain and developed a cold. That was never any fun at all. We entered the lodge to find it mostly full. The littles (which Brooklyn had a large amount of) were all either playing a game of stick tag or just plain rough housing. Knobs was lying face down with his head in Dice’s lap. Dice running a hand through the other’s sandy curls. I didn’t pay much mind to the other couples or the poker game going on.

 I watched as Graves went over to York, who was absentmindedly pushing a few marbles around on his bunk, and flopped into his lap. The older boy rolled his eye affectionately and kissed him lightly. I went upstairs in search of Spot. He was lying on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. He half-sat up when I entered and he smiled slightly. I grinned and snuggled against him, he put an arm aro I grinned and snuggled against him, he put an arm around Me and I hummed happily

“Looks like it’s gonna storm” I said to him, taking his other hand and playing with his fingers. He laughed slightly 

“Yeah it does” he frowned “I seriously hope it doesn’t though, I’m too tired to calm down everyone” I gasped, feigning shock

“Did you just ADMIT you’re tired????” He cuffed the back of my head and after a short internal debate I moaned. He gave me a withering look and I broke down in a fit of hysterical giggles. He frowned slightly

“It’s not that funny Antonio”

“It is” I hummed, snuggling against him more. The arm that was around me started to play with my hair. I hummed and snuggled more into his side. Spot started to whisper in Spanish to me and I -surprisingly- found myself getting sleepy 

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I guess I must have fallen asleep for a bit because when I awoke next I was alone in Spot’s bed. He must have tucked me in because I was wrapped in his blankets. I snuggled down into them, they were warm. As I slowly woke up I registered the sound of pouring rain. I groaned and stood up, looking out the window. It was cloudy, with rain falling everywhere. 

There was a loud boom of thunder that made me jump. I padded downstairs to the main room. The clock said it was only 7:18, but it was summer so it was usually still light out by now. Dice, Dutchy, and Hotshot were all playing a game of cards. Hotshot and Dutchy seemed unbothered by the thunder and lightning, while Dice would jump anytime there was a thunderclap. Knobs sat next to Dice, his chin resting on Dice’s shoulder.

Smokes was talking to the majority of the littles, presumably telling them a story. Ace was holding tightly onto his boyfriend’s waist, not appreciating the storm. I watched as Smokes put a blanket over Ace and pet his hair. Graves was sitting in York’s lap. The larger boy had his arms around Graves’ middle and his face buried in Graves’ neck. Snoddy was comforting a few terrified littles, patting their backs and such. 

As i looked around i didnt see spot. I looked at Dice, who was nervously fiddling with the small pouch they kept their dice in. 

“Dice?” I asked “You seen Spot?” 

“He went upstairs while you were looking around” came the reply. I blinked, laughing slightly at the mix-up.

“Alright- thanks” I laughed. Dice nodded in response and returned to the game. I glanced over at them one more time and I noticed Knobs was holding their hand, the other arm around their waist. I smiled softly as i went upstairs. 

“Hiii seanie” I grinned as i walked into his room, closing the door “I thought you was downstairs” I said as I turned to face him. He nodded, not replying. I shrugged it off as him being tired and I flopped onto the bed next to him. He glanced down at me, he had that expression on his face where you KNOW something’s bothering him, but you can't figure out what. 

“You okay?” I asked him, pressing a small kiss to his lips. He shook his head, pulling me against him and buryinghis face in my chest. I pet his hair

“Is it the storm? Too loud?” I asked. He shook his head again. I started to run my hands through his shaggy hair. He needed to get it cut soon, I knew he didnt like when it got too long. It wasnt like super long anyways but he wasnt a fan of it.

“S m leg” He mumbled, leaning into me more. I squeezed him against myself, rubbing my hand up and down his back

“Does it hurt?” I asked him softly. He shook his head and started to shake slightly. It took me a minute before I registered that he was crying! I kissed the top of his head, running a hand through his hair again

“S- I-” he managed, his voice shaking along with him “I look like a fucking  monster Ray!” He managed, squeezing me. I continued to run a hand through his hair, enjoying how soft it was. 

“no you don’t spotty” I assured him, stroking his hair and holding him. he continued to shake and he let out a small sob. 

“s-s-s-” He stammered out, shaking violently. Thunder boomed and he yelped, jumping befor hiding his face in me.

“shhh shhh” I murmured “it is okay spotty. You don’t look like a monster”

“i-i-i-“ Spot sobbed “i do Ray- stupid fucking fire fucked up my fucking leg” he whimpered 

“what fire?” I murmured to him, confused. He just shook his head and continued to shake. I carefully picked up s blanket and attempted to pry him off of me. He squeaked and hid his face more

“shh its okay im just gonna put a blanket around ya” i murmured to him, petting his hair. He sniffed and nodded, wiping off his face with the back of his hand. I wrapped him in a blanket and held him against me. he sniffed and looked up at me. I hummed and wiped the tears off his face.

“s-s” he let out a choked noise, face scrunching up as he attempted to speak “fires the reason- reason m here”

I froze for a second. He hadn’t ever talked about why he was in Brooklyn when he was so clearly an immigrant. i kissed his hair

“how so?”

“killed Pa” he mumbled “an Charlie an Austin an Julia” his voice rose in pitch as he spoke, i could see him getting more and more visibly upset. I hugged him against my chest tighter. he hid his face more. I rubbed his back

“i hate to ask” I said gently 

“s fine” he mumbled

“what do you mean?” I asked him softly. I had completely forgotten about the storm until that moment. There was an almost blinding flash of lighting.The thunder was extremely loud, loud enough to the point where you can feel it in your chest. Me and Spot both jumped, I let out an involuntary squeak, and shouts could be heard from below. Spot latched onto me and spoke shakily

“I- there was a fire” he said slowly “an pa an Charlie an Julia got caught inside” he shook “me, ma an Austin got outside- but Austin didn’t last much longer” he sniffled, burying his face “m’leg got caught’fore we made it out an thas why s all scarred up”

“okay” i kissed the top of his head “thank yiu for twlling me” I had plenty of questions for him, but he wasn’t in a condition that i wanted to ask him questions in case i uoset him more. I just set him down on the bed and he whined, wiping his face clumsily as he shook slightly. I didn’t know if he was cold, scared, or upset. I rolled him up in the blanket and he laughed slightly, smiling a bit. i grinned and tucked the now- burritoed Spot under another blanket. he pouted slightly and stuck out his tongue 

“at least come lay with me” he huffed. he was shaking less. maybe he was just cold. He seened ti have calmed down fairly quickly. I laid down ynde the blankets next to him and pulled my boyfriend against my chest

I carefully wiped off his face, kissing his cheeks where the tears had been. 

“you’re very pretty” *i murmured to him, wiggling until i was comfortable “and cute and perfect”

he just rolled his eyes in response, but he smiled a bit more and nuzzled against me. another thunderclap made ups both jump, but it wasn’t as loud as the last one.

“Try and get some sleep” I murmured to him

“okay” he replied, closing his eyes. I carefully kissed his eyelid and he snickered a bit “feels tickly” he informed me. i giggled and squeezed my burrito of a boyfriend

“I love you Sean Patrick Conlon” I hummed “you’re my pretty boyfriend” I kissed the top of his head and i saw what small amount of his face i could see redden

“Love you too Antonio Edward Higgins-Conlon” he giggled slightly. I huffed

“stoppp i knoe what you’re laughing at!”

“eDwArD” he giggled softly. I rolled my eyes and huffed

“Patrick isn’t exactly cool either”

“eDwArDo!” he snickered. I rolled my eyes

“shut up Conlon” I huffed, then looked at him, realizing something “did you call me Higgins-Conlon?”

“maybe” he replied, snuggling against me. I hummed and kissed him again. he smiled

“love you Race”

“I love you too Spot”

[glassartpeasants]

Here is that Laughing Jack story I promised. Is it late? A little bit but that doesn't matter

Yandere!Laughing Jack x GN!Reader

Warnings: Slight gore, angst, yandere tendencies, also unedited cause i typed this on my phone cause my computer is dead

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He just didn’t understand why you were crying over some useless human. Most humans were nothing but pathetic bags of flesh and bones. But you, you were different. Sure, he’s met ‘kind’ or ‘compassionate’  humans, but they weren’t you. You had willingly talked to him and went up to him on your own accord! Admired him. Told him that whatever style he had going on was amazing and that he looked so unique. The way your eyes looked up at him with such fascination had his ‘heart’ beating faster than it ever has.

Everything about you had his obsession grow bigger and bigger. From your voice to the way you looked as you slept. So calm and oblivious to his presence as he stared at you. The darkness of your room covered him as he watched you sleep for hours. Listening to you breathe, watching with envy as you held onto your plushie with such love. If only he could switch places with it and feel you hold him tight.

He was so sure that you love him as much as he loves you. Why else would you approach him and shower him in compliments? Smiling at him with such sincerity and having such a beautiful laugh. Yet, there was something in your way from running away with him. And that was your insufferable S/O. Always calling you, telling you how much they love you. Giving you gifts without a second thought. They were stealing you away from him, trying to brainwash you into loving them. Each day you were with them, was another day of plotting to get rid of that parasite. But finally, after months of planning, he managed to get rid of them. Some place were not even the devil knows.

Yet, you were still crying.

It had to be from happiness right? You were finally free to run away with him. They were tears of joy! Jack couldn’t think of any other reason as to why. It’s not like you loved them or anything. You loved Jack! And he loved you! You’d see just how much he loved you soon.

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You woke up shivering. Despite feeling around, your blankets were nowhere to be felt. Sitting up, you find yourself in a dark room. The floor cold hardwood and the wallpaper a dark grey. It felt so unwelcoming that teh walls seem to be closing in on you. Your breathing quickened as you jump to your feet to scan the room intensely.

You could barely see a bed behind you that was bigger than you own. The comforter straight without a single wrinkle. There was a lamp in the corner of the room with a desk beside it. Papers seemed to be scattered across the the top of the desk. You tried weighing your options. Turn on the lamp and see what possible horrors were around you, or stay in the dark and be fresh bait to whatever monsters spotted you. 

The urge to turn on the light took over as you barely move your feet to the lamp. It felt like concrete was tied to your feet as you walked to the lamp before turning it on. With the lamp on, it gave you a slightly more comforting feeling but you were still on guard. You turn your attention to the papers scattered across the desk, nice handwriting covered the pages in a letter like format. You grab them with shaking hands as you brought them closer to you.

“Love letters? Who for and who from?” You quietly whisper to yourself. Furrowing your brows you began to read them. The first few were sweet enough to cause cavities. Sentences like. ‘My heart flutters at your laughter’ and ‘I could listen to you forever and never get bored’. You’ve never read something so cute. If all the letters were expressing such innocent and pure love, you’d read all of them. It didn’t say who the letters were from unfortunately. Sure, you may be snooping but no ones around to say anything. Plus, it might give you a clue to where you were.

You begin to read the rest and you soon realize that you were mistaken. The letters that were once sweet and loving turned into something you’d see in a horror movie or a crazed stalker. Simply reading them had your mouth going dry and your body shaking in fear. Violence and such a sick twisted version of ‘love’ was engraved into the paper as you couldn’t stop reading. Not even terrifying phrases led you away. ‘I want to chain you up so you’ll never leave me’ and ‘I’ll kill your family so it’d just be the teo of us forever.’ How could someone right such disturbing things and not see a thign wrong with it? Who was the intended target for these letters? Who was the insane writer? Before you knew it, you came to the last letter. Breathing deep, you being to read,

To my beautiful doll,

Only one more day till were see each other again. Finally, after all this time of being apart, we’ll be together. Not even those disgusting parasites could keep us apart. It was so easy to get rid of them. I had to! They didn’t understand our love, so i simply showed them how serious we are! How strong our love really is.

I’m so excited to feel you in my arms. To feel your skin and how soft it is. To feel your hair and enjoy your scent. Close could never be close enough. I wish i could just cut you open and enjoy your warmth from the inside. We’d be one and never be apart! I could hold your heart in my hands and feel how your heart beats for me. For how much you love me.

I’d rip out my own heart and give it to you just so you could see that you’d be the only one to own it. Anything you want will be yours. I’d give you my eyes just so you could stare at them with love as I’d do the same to you as well. We’re destined to be together until the world burns. I’d never let you be alone again. You’ll always be safe with me.

My sins will be yours and yours will be mine. The blood that covers my hands will soon cover yours as well. But don’t worry. The blood just symbolizes how far we’re willing to go with our love. Soon, more blood will fall and our love will grow ever stronger. All you need to do is wait and I will be there to bring you home. Bring you to the home we’ll share forever. I’ll see you soon my beautiful doll.

Forever yours, Jack

‘Jack?! Jesus fuck what is wrong with this guy?! I pray for the poor soul who you’ve set your sights on.’ The thought of someone being so unhinged running around made you put the letters down and quickly walk away. You look to see the door from afar and walk towards it quickly. Despite your efforts to push and pull, try turning the knob and ripping it off, it still remained shut. 

“Damnit!...Ugh, where the fuck am I and how do I get out of this room?” You walk backwards and sit down on the bed. Your feet still on the floor as you sigh and try to think.

A cold hand gripped your ankle causing you to scream at the top of your lungs. You tried to pulling away but it was no use as the grip was tight to the point of hurting. Your heartbeat faster as you still tried to escape desperately. The sound of dark giggling filled the room and you can see a figure crawling out from under the bed. It should have been impossible for anything to hide under there as not even a baby could hide under there.

“Finally! Your awake!” Your eyes widen at the sight in front of you. A horrifically tall creature stood in front of you. It’s clawed hands still tightly gripping your ankle. 

“I’ve missed you so much! I was so lonely without you! But your here now!” The voice brings you back to the circus you went to last summer. It matched the voice of a circus performer you talked to. But now, the thought of this thing being anything but human was a joke. The way it’s arms moved was inhuman and a humans eyes weren’t as piercing as the ones in front of you.

“What should we do?! There are so many things!” You couldn’t find any words to say as all you could do was stare at the being in front of you. Praying that whatever hell this was, was simply a nightmare. Maybe if you try to sleep, you’d wake up and you’d be home. Away from the monster in front of you.

“I’m…tired…” The words left his mouth after fighting so hard to speak. Your eyes never left his and his wide smile. His sharp teeth threatening you with tearing into your flesh. His smile never faltered as he tugged you harshly towards him. You were pulled close enough to where he could wrap his abnormal long arms around you.

“That’s okay! I’ll still be able to hold you!” The monster flopped onto the bed and pulled you even closer to him.  Acting as if one wrong move would have you disappearing. He was so cold that he snuggled as close into you as he could. You could see his eyes fluttering close and his smile turned softer.

“Finally, we’re together. Just me and you. (Y/N) and Jack.” Your eyes widen at his words. Those letters…he wrote them for you.

“I told my friends that you loved me and you know what they did?! They didn’t believe me! Told me that I was ‘looking to much into it’ or how I was ‘crazy’! They just don’t understand out love. They will though when I show them the extent im willing to go for you!” In some way, he managed to grab your hand and held it tight. You feared what he was talking about but you also wanted to know who exactly you were being held by.

“How far are you willing to go for me?” You voice was quiet and laced with unease. Another dark giggle escaped the creature holding you tight. His giggle was anything other then innocent and the way his eyes looked into yours only furthered his thoughts.

“I’ll kill anyone that keeps you away from me. Like that useless human you spent your time with so regularly. I knew he brainwashed you so I had to save you! They were pathetic. They wouldn’t have been able to protect you like I can. Aren’t you proud and happy? For saving you?” The way he squeezed you let you know that ‘no’ wasn’t an answer.

“So-o proud and happy. Your so sweet Jack.” Despite trying to keep your cool, tears poured down your face. You thought your love simply went missing. That they would show up soon. But the words that left Jack’s mouth let you know the truth.

“I knew you’d be happy! So happy that your crying!” Your tears only intensified as soon it became difficult to breathe.

“We can do so many things tomorrow! I can show you all my favorite places tomorrow! Aren’t you excited?!”

“So excited…”

[maliciouslove]

pro hero deku and bakugou who have been working on a mission to close in on a crime syndicate who have stolen and hidden top secret military tech and communicates amongst their ranks in secret code.

bakugou and deku have already captured some of the members of the crime syndicate and have collected evidence in the form of multiple letters written in code, a key, and a map and are currently working together to decode the letters and be able to use the map which they assume will lead to the location of the stolen tech.

during dinner deku shares some details about this current mission with you, his civilian wife.

"so what i hear is that.. you and bakugou are on a literal treasure hunt?" you punctuate your question by waving around your fork with a single bite of broccoli on it.

"w-well.. i wouldn't call missile codes, rockets and anti quirk guns a treasure.."

"nonsense!" you slam your hand dramatically on the table, startling your husband. "if i was a criminal i would consider a pile of weapons a real treasure."

his only response is a snort.

"whaaat? you don't think i can be a villain?" you pout but deku just smiles and leans forward to hold your face with one hand, thumb stroking over your cheek.

"well thank god you aren't because i don't think i can fight someone as cute as you." your nose scrunches as you laugh and swat his hand away.

"i hope the villains don't hear this and come to recruit me as the ultimate anti deku weapon" your playful banter is disturbed by his work phone buzzing on the table. "let me guess, bakugou is once again not able to understand the concept of being off the clock?"

a silent nod in affirmation as his eyes gloss over the text message from his partner and you cant help but notice the sparkle in his eyes.

"okay he either sent you pictures of pretty naked ladies or he made a crack in the code?" you lightly stab your husband with your fork to bring hsi attention back to you.

"yes, he um.. he figured out where he recognized a symbol in teh corner of the map, it's.. it's actually engraved on a museum downtown, he thinks there will be more clues there." the phone buzzes again and then again once more after that.

your husband is visibly vibrating in his seat as he reads the updates. a sigh leaves your lips, but it is a sigh of relief that your husban of nearly 10 years now has not changed and is still the same puzzle loving crime fighting dork he was when you first met.

"izuku.." your hand is resting on top of his over the table. "do you want to go play with bakugou and go on a treasure hunt?"

you can see some hesitation in his eyes, he values his off time with you as his schedule often leaves him being away from you for long periods of time. but he did want to go solve that puzzle and you knew it.

"go. bring some dinner for bakugou, i bet he has been so hyperfocused on this case he hasn't eaten the whole day."

with lighting speed he bolts from his chair opposite of you, holding your face with both hands and littering your cheeks with kisses.

"thank you! as soon as we are done i will take some vacation days and spend time with you, i promise" and you knew he meant it, he wouldn't promise otherwise.

"i'll be waiting, my hero."

[raevenlywrites]

Todays listen of the Magnus Archives starts with ep 116: the Show Must Go On and continues through 117: Testament, 118: Masquerade, 119: stranger and stranger, and finally 120: Eye Contact

The Show Must Go On

Oh fuck, Elias doing something active? Perish the thought

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Oh. oh no. this is the stranger's ritual, isn't it? the turk is wearing the gorilla skin, the automata are the dancers and the birds are the choir

Okay. So... the Slaughter came to stop it, along with the Desolation? I'll admit it's hard to make much sense out of the nonsense of the ritual almost completed

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"When the unknowing begins i don't want to be inside it" is there another option?

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"An aspect of your becoming" becoming? that doesn't sound safe, sane, or consensual...

"so you have a backup" says basira, the one I actually think might be the best backup

"melaine's not coming either, I think she'll need you here" oh shit, are martin and melaine going to kill elias?

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"bought it" well shit

Testament

ooooh like last will and. gotcha

(I do really love how all these titles make multiple kinds of sense. so jealous of their ability to title things XD)

oh shit they got gertrude AND leitner???! fuck

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"How did I wind up having to save the world" fucking mood girl

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Melaine! you're alive! I've been getting worried about you

well shit. I guess they're not trying to *kill* him. Doesn't meant melaine won't got for it anyways tho :P

man, it's a shame there's nothing out there feeding on anger, bc melaine would be an absolute *feast*

martin! my baby boy <3

(I do feel pretty confident I'd love him even without the tumblr of it all. he's a good bean)

bless! I love how aware martin is of what jon might think of him. it's cute

"I get to burn some stuff so that's cool" martin! what are you up to???

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daisy wtf? XD

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oooh, interesting that everyone else is talkign to jon but Tim has a massive hate on for us (or whatever in world listener there is)

wow. tim is really the most audience addressy/meta of them all. that's really interesting comign from such a joker to start with. i wonder how much of his arc was planned from the start

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oh jon. i'm sorry. you have to burn it. you promised. this is an important moment about who you're going to be

jesus. is it literally hurting him to destroy knowledge? fuck

The Masquerade

Holy shit martin are you burning statements!!!! does that hurt elias like burning gerry hurt jon?

(I wonder if the ones he's choosing matters. hilltop road, smerk passages, monster pig, hrm)

"Turns out my suggestion is fire" XDXDXDXD

(the dark and teh swartzwald)

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oh. oh god. a chorus of skinless moaning ...corpses? ick. so much ick.

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oh martin :(

(this section is where I had to stop listening at work, btw. I got caught up in thinking about what Elias would show me and uh, yeah)

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Oh shit! Did Daisy just shoot jon????? ...will it even matter? he's... becoming, whatever that means

Stranger and Stranger

Oh fuck, did Helen come rescue Jon into the spiral- oof, nope. That's not Helen, doesn't sound right. Doesn't sound like Nicola either though - and it CERTAINLY doesn't sound like fucking Tim >:(

oh shit. we definitely don't want whoever that is to have the detonator...

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and that's NOT basira. ...honestly, if its anyone, it sounds like Breekon/Hope...

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shit. okay. that's tim and basira, or at least that's their VA's

No, I think that one actually is basira. I stand by my idea that she's been in archivist training, whether on purpose or not

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ooooh now THATS nicola!

oh no! and THATS gertrude- oh, right, they have her skin. oh no. which means leitner is probably just around the corner

(poor jonny sims, having to listen to his parents tell him he failed and he sucks XD)

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damn. i wonder if basira has any experience with like, normal delusions (...are there normal delusions in this world? like, just normal, actual schizophrenia? or is it all supernatural?) anyways she's doing great. If I didn't know Jon survived to get to the Jon/Martin ending, I'd wonder if we weren't teeing up Basira to be the next Archivist

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tim! you see jon? good job tim!!

Okay. So. Daisy is the Hunt, Basira is the Eye, Tim is... channeling something. Maybe all that time he spent studying Smerk? The Spiral isn't enjoying being Helen, Sarah is not enjoying this transition, and Nikola, wearing Gertrude and Leitner... just got blown up?

Eye Contact

These punnnnnns

"Statement of Elias Bouchard, regarding the dreams of Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, currently unresponsive. Details pulled directly from subject." ....well fuck me

Jon... oh jon, what happened to you?

"nowhere for him to awaken to" shit, did the world end? will the last two seasons be in a broken world?

...has he been cut off from the world, or the world cut off from the other fears?

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ooooh, arresting him. I guess that makes sense

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lukas? what is he doing here---- oh fuck. when he was asking martin about how elias was as a boss, was he *planning* a take over????

*sigh* of course elias planned it

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whelp. that's season 3. doesnt' sound like the world ended, but doesn't sound like jon is okay. it sounds like he's exactly where elias thinks he needs to be, but who knows if that's a good thing or not *sigh*

so. elias is probably trying to usher in the Eye's ritual. Using jon, i'd guess. maybe jon is beholding the other fears so the eye can eat them. who knows.

this season was exhausting. good, bu exhausting. much more emotionally taxing than 1 or 2. I can't decide if I want to take another break or not. we'll see

[as-warm-as-choco]

How Do You Live? (boy and the heron)

just came back from the cinema celebrating Miyazaki's birthday finally watching BOY AND THE HERON i wanted to cry the whole time i was speechless just overflowing with magic the direction divine the many distant shots of Mahito within vast space (which was just magical backgrounds) the music (especially when pelicans started eating the warawara) the lore of it all my heart couldnt take it i just wanna stay inside hayao-san's worlds forever i dont wanna get outtt omg THE SHINYA OHIRA opening scene >_< *pukes stars* the young parallel world KIRIKO jumping on the gigantic fish and slicing it in two till the tail and giving mahito to try and THE GUTS all spilling and burying him under T_T_T_T when the heron first started talking and the fuckin design and voice acting was haunting(ly beautiful) when he was making the bow and the arrow and stealing tobacco and give it to the grandpa when he raised the stone and just the blood started rushing so so so much ?? when he was first crying and there were 2 tears on both corners of the eyes plus one all 5 of them standinggg the parakeets which brought so much more cartoony life lmao the granniesssss and their designs?? when he found his mom and those paper devils just flew around hurting/burying them both till his young version of his mom burned them the warawara for real they just had fun animating them also the crowd scenes also the backgrounds ill say that again i mean my eyessss my soullll is healedddd (of course im gonna go watch it at least 5 more timessss lmao) happy birthday you magical madman of a grandpa i love you with all my heartttt i thank you for everything thank you for existing thank you for raising me and feeding me dreams and eternal fantasy thank UwU forever i love you i have so much more to say about teh movie so much livelinessss when they caught the fish and the sea suddenly was full of insane trees and the boat shadow creatures THE FACT WE GOT TRIPPY SATOSHI KON SCENES when the heron showed mahito his mom and she started melting then the ground swallowed tehmmmmm ughhhhh the corridor to his ancestor who was playing with those blocks im glad i exist every time i existing in your films thank you for creating the safest weirdest most magical places for me to call home

okay okay when his new mother caressed his bandage and she said its her fault she let that happen to him. when the heron made THE FROGS AND MUDSKIPPERS AND another creature climb all over mahito and swallow him till his mother threw the arrow that was the second time i lost my mind completely after the ohira scene T_T

<3 i'll make it out of here for you and because of you i promise <3 joe hisaishi played while i biked in the darkness back

[riverphoenixsgothwife]

thoughts and bed for the ask game <3

YAYAYAYAY THANK YOU!! wasn't sure which f/o so i'm going with jd <3

Thoughts 💭 - What do you think your f/o thinks about you when you're not around?

i think jd still feels kind of in disbelief at times that there's a woman who loves him and wants to take care of him and help him heal! this gets better after we're married and have three children together but he's still in awe from time to time i think. and of course teh usual loving and missing feelings!!

Bed 🛏️ - Where does your f/o like to sleep? Are they conventional with a good schedule, or do they find damp corners to call their bed?

i think jd is a heavy sleeper and needs at least eight hours a night to not feel all sleepy teh next day! he likes a very soft mattress and pillow and a lot of blankets, and he can't sleep comfortably without me and my plushies also in teh bed. and we both love cuddling with hope, promise, and ashton as well (our kids ^o^)!

[respectthepetty]

Beloved RTP I must disagree, your recommendations are GREAT. I recently took your recommendation and watched Mama Gogo for Earth Pirapat thirst reasons and I had an AMAZING TIME WHAT A BANGER OF A SHOW

Anon, you write that, but I know what I like is trash. I'm going to live in my truth. I'm solely making decisions based on my hard requirements and VIBES:

Don't bury the gay (MANDATORY!)

Be gay. Do crime! aka "Eff the police" (literally and figuratively)

I'm a messy bi, and I'll cry if I want to

Adulting is hard like my sexual attraction for you

Vice Vers(a) - Flipping the norms and changing dynamics

A show must give me two out of the four, which the ever-excellent Mama Gogo did (JOJO SUPREMACY!) but even when shows are great, like I Told Sunset About You, my petty ass won't recommend it based solely on my dislike of Teh. He is not a vibe. He is the opposite of a vibe. I don't know what the opposite of a vibe is, but he is it. And so is Ciaro from Gameboys. Just wrecking the vibe every time like a white man in khakis.

And no, I'm not making light of them crying. I'm horribly trying to explain that they were always the reason they were crying. It's hard to cheer for someone when they are the cause of all their problems, PHU!

So unlike others on this hellsite who can be objective, I'm over here in my tiny corner being the reason Phi Phi O’Hara yelled "Go back to Party City where you belong" in season 4 of RuPaul's Drag Race because I be straight clowning ALL THE TIME!

Case & Point:

I LOVED Hit, Bite, Love. Unironically. This show holds a 6.2 rating on MyDramaList. A majority of the most trusted voices in these BL Tumblr streets did not finish it. But for me, I ate it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, plus snacks on the weekend. This show fed me well. And if I really get a second season, I will be unstoppable!

Because pair that with Big Dragon, which holds a 7.3 rating, yet is getting a second season, I'm going to turn into the most annoying Disney villain, Darla from Finding Nemo, just tapping on the glass and shit making all of y'all miserable.

Once again, HIStory 4: Close to Me is my favorite HIStory! Y'all HIStory 3: Trapped exists, and I will still pick HIStory 4 every single damn time. HIStory 4 is rated a 7.6 while HIStory 3 holds an 8.4, but I don't give a flying fudge monkey because these are my stepbrothers in love, and you will have to pry them from my cold dead hands before I turn my back on them.

Homie, babe, mutual, sibling in BL-fandom, you don't want what I'm serving. I promise. I'm a dumpster fire.

My #1 show of 2022 was Love Mechanics because I see myself in smart sluts . . . and the dumb ones too.

Like 3oh!3 sang, "Don't trust a ho"

[crimsonblackrose]

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George has been divorced 3 times and when it's recommended they cater a little towards women he recommends instead of karate they put on a baking class. (He was against the blue mats)

Malcolm-Jamal Warner debacle.

Ron son's fencing team, one of the dad's is a talent agent.

Ron has a gaval.

It's kind of funny how much the all-valley annual board meeting fights. 🤣 No wonder they like karate.

Gavin is showing Aisha getting kicked on repeat to say that the boys punching and kicking girls might be problematic.

They were drinking Aha and coffee

They're introducing skills competitions aka weapon proficiency (even though it sounds like a pageant 🤣) Kata, board breaking, weapons display and separate girls division.

The kids pointing out that without Miguel and Hawk they don't feel like they've got a shot at the all-valley

I think Johnny made this via paper. Which, it's freaking huge, that had to have taken forever. I guess he spent his time after being upset by Daniel making that thing and putting it up.

I'm also surprised that despite all the random background extras that Miyagi-do and Cobra Kai always have that they stopped giving Miyagi-do the random extras and cut it down tot eh main small amount so that it's more obvious how few students they all have split up.

Johnny: Do any of you know any girls.

Students: ....

Johnny recognized that their black mold in the corner.

Also note that Hawk isn't with them even though he left with the Eagle Fangs

How does Silver know that Johnny and Daniel split?

the first time I watched this I really hoped that Lynn would stand up for Tory against her aunt here.

The fact Kandace wants her sisters disability check is messed up. Especially when Tory's already working multiple jobs. "My sister always promised to take care of me" girl, not in this case.

Kandace says Tory's father also had a quick temper. But she also is invoking her sisters death. Tory's brother's name is Brandon but Kandance forgets that. And he's 8.

Kandance when Tory says she's almost 18 threatens to fight for custody of Brandon and points out, who would win that battle a high school drop out and a criminal which Kandance also is but apparently knows how to play the game.

Oh Johnny. His abandoned warehouse, which maybe he's squatting I don't know, is between the burned down Chuck E. Cheese and pipe supply. At least he realizes when the girls run off how bad it sounds.

THE BABY OIL AND MIGUEL'S FACE. Johnny why are you carrying around a Johnson's bottle of baby oil? (I googled baby oil to try and remember what it was used for, moisturizing, but also apparently a top search result is uh...lube so now I know a little too much about Johnny)

"Where's your beach ball?" Miguel sighing and very tiredly saying: "Here's teh beach ball" while showing off his muscles.

I'm sorry Miguel that Johnny's trying to use you as a piece of meat but this is also hilarious.

I guess he or Miguel made a new website. Twiddler. 🤣🤣🤣

"We have a whole stable of hot young dudes like Miguel over here"

Poor Miguel, also Johnny this is weird. We've got babes and everything, whatever floats your boat. Really living out that pimp life that demetri compared the whole thing to.

See Moon said she'd join except she didn't want to fight and Johnny lets her go. But he should've brought Moon on board, she could've just been in the skills competition section.

Demetri knows that Eli's mom leaves teh key under the flower gnome since kindergarten.

The sound coming from Eli's computer sounds like he's playing Dungeon Lord.

"You should really think of increasing security, given, you know, the karate war."

I'd like to point out that that means Demetri has always known how to break into Hawk's home and take revenge and never has.

Demetri super self aware, also he has a butter sticker.

Hawk's not joining Eagle Fang or Miyagi-do he's quitting.

I believe this sounds like a predator joke is Netflix. He's never talked like this before. I mean at a much smaller level/minor level. And yes "I'll be awake" is something that Johnny might say but maybe I might be misremembering but I think earlier in the seasons he knew what woke meant.

I did not notice this until this rewatch but:

Those girls in the back just got boxes from Silver and Cobra Kai.

Which is a bummer because Johnny did a really good job there and I'm proud of him.

Okay, I love Sam right here. Yes she's upset about Tory and I do think some of that is earned and some of that is unearned. But this is maybe my favorite line ever to Amanda's I don't want your rivalry continuing to dominate your life:

for more than 2 seconds.

She's right. 🤣Roast him.

Amanda got arrested, she said it was a high school prank, or that's what Daniel says when she asks if she told him about it: She took a baseball bat to her math tutors car, while he math tutor was in it. She was having an affair with Amanda's dad. Daniel knew Amanda didn't get along with her dad but didn't know why. Amanda was charged with: misdemeanor reckless endangerment She didn't walk her graduation because of it.

Daniel asks why she never told him. Mr. never told her about Silver, or Kreese, or that he never told Johnny that they had his son. Probably hasn't mentioned Chozen, Kumiko or Mike Barnes either.

Demetri says joining a dojo was the best thing that ever happened to him, he got stronger, confident, got the girl of his dreams and he's excited for teh all-valley tournament.

They have their own theme song.

The space next to the mini mart is for lease. I think it was a kebab house.

For some reason I forgot that his conversation with Amanda led Daniel to try and win over Robby again.

Robby has a special handshake with the mini mart guy. I like that

The way each person shows up faded in the background, sneaking up and cornering the other. Like Daniel, you said some pretty awful stuff about Johnny too. To Robby it probably all sounds like a mess. And when you say things that sound like opinions rather than facts it kinda doesn't have the affect your guying for.

If Daniel had said: Terry silver offered to help me train for the all-valley that I didn't want to be a part of but had to be because I was being harassed by people who literally were holding me and my friend by a rope off a cliff and going to kill us only for him to teach me a few moves and go from learning basics to trying to break my hands and feet with two by fours and then I found out it'd all been a trick and the bastards hanging me from a cliff by a rope ended up being his students. I dunno Daniel I feel like people would react to that better than "This man is sick and twisted and when he's done with you you won't be you anymore." I think you just need to back that up a little, but on Cobra Kai turf was a bad idea.

Daniel doesn't care about it being ethical it's good vs evil in his book.

Silver: I only brought out what was already inside.

Daniel: You tortured me.

Silver: Please, you were a hot head. All I had to do was wind you up and get out of the way.

Johnny's Eagle Fang dojo

Piper is 20 minutes late. I can't believe Johnny's literally waiting for her.

Silver made a bunch of designer stuff for new recruits, so they got Piper.

Also Miguel's reminder is a good reminder. That Miguel wasn't a champion, Johnny trained him to become one. While everyone else is like these kids are all wimps, the point is that they can train them not to be that way which is what Johnny's done with multiple students.

I think Sam has a new car.

Aisha's new home!

I missed Aisha so much!

That's about an hour and a half maybe a little less if lucky for Sam from Encino.

Aisha's dad got a job at UCSB (University of California, Santa Barbara)

Aisha's parents were pissed but it wasn't the only reason they moved. Aisha broke a kids nose during the fight.

Aisha thinks the LaRusso's are overprotective. They made Aisha wear a helmet on the trampoline. (Random personal note, a classmate broke an arm on one of those when I was little at a party so...I get the be careful on a trampoline thing)

Sam feels like she doesn't have control in her life

Aisha started her new school and their was a girl in her homeroom wearing tons of pink like she was a that walked out of a malibu barbie beach house. Aisha knew that was going to be her next bully so she walked up to her and introduced herself, lied and complimented her shoes, said she was new and asked to be introduced around. And now they're besties. Aisha attacked her problem head on, struck first. Just like Johnny taught her.

Somewhere Johnny is so fucking proud of her.

Johnny constantly sneaking in 🤣 I also think it's interesting that Miguel lied about being in debate but is sitting her watching the debate with Bert.

Miguel: Think outside of the box Johnny: Okay wigs and dresses. Miguel: NOT LIKE THAT

Johnny's new movie name drop: Ladybugs

Johnny's plan is for Mitch to dress up like a girl for the competition.

I'm thinking a lot of things, I don't know where to start I think is Miguel's whole mood since season 1

Hi there DEVON

The way Johnny leans in

Devon has their attention.

This was the girl Bert was going to recommend. Which, sometimes Johnny, listen to Bert, the kids smart.

Daniel setting up a mixboard to play crowd cheering with large speakers. 🤣

Hawk becoming an miyagi-do I think only happened because of Demetri.

Sam taking Aisha's I used Johnny's lessons to make my bully my friend and now we're besties to mean Allow Tory to come back to school and threaten her and make sure she knows that she's on thin ice.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 5

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕴 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 to the Great Hall the next morning in better spirits and sat down at the Hufflepuff table.

Professor Sprout was going through the sixth years, helping them figure out schedules and I ate a chocolate chip muffin while I waited. When she finally got to me, I knew there was going to be a problem because of the look on her face.

"Miss Kane, while I love your ambition to attempt to take all these classes, Care of Magical Creatures and Ancient Runes clash times on multiple days. I-"

"I still have my Time-turner," I interrupted in a soft voice, "I was going to use that."

"Oh, well of course!" Professor Sprout said brightly. "Forgive me, I forgot."

"It's no worries." I said, waving a hand. "I didn't have to use it last year except for a few times so it's natural to have forgotten about it."

Professor Sprout fixed my schedule with a tap of my wand and I got up, joining Hermione on her way to Ancient Runes.

Now that we were in sixth year, all students who were continuing into a class were mixed in together no matter the house and so, there were more students to talk to though the Gryffindors and Slytherins exercised great caution not to even look at each other.

After Ancient Runes, I slipped into the bathroom so that I could do the time-turner back an hour and took a different route to Care of Magical Creatures, avoiding the Great Hall.

Much to my dismay, I was the only student there. I sighed, a feeling of dread growing in my stomach as I sat down on a stump.

Hagrid came out of his cabin a few minutes before class, looking around and looking very upset. "Oh, hello Elizabeth!" He said as I stood up, "Where are teh other students?"

I opened my mouth and then closed it, unable to answer him and then said, "Er, I don't think there. . . are any other students." I finished weakly as Hagrid's door closed behind him.

I sighed and treaded up to the door and knocked on it. "Hagrid, c'mon, let me in."

When he didn't answer, I pulled on the door and let myself in. Hagrid was sitting at a table in the corner, staring moodily at a large bucket of white grubs.

"Hagrid." I said softly, sitting across from him and putting a hand on his large one. "Don't be upset, please?"

"I guess Harry, Hermione, and Ron couldn' come ter class then?" He asked and I realized he wasn't upset that I was the only student, he was upset that there weren't three other students sitting beside me.

"Hermione has Ancient Runes at the same time as this class." I said, covering up the fact that I too, had Ancient Runes. I had no excuses for Harry and Ron though and simply said, "Harry and Ron couldn't fit it into their schedules either and it took a lot of convincing to get Care of Magical Creatures into my schedule in the first place."

Hagrid sighed, looking at the giant grubs.

"I'm sorry about Aragog." I said in quiet voice, not sorry at all. I couldn't wait for him to die and I wished all his sons and daughters followed after him in a quick death too.

"Thanks Elizabeth." He said in a hoarse voice.

"So er- what lesson did you have planned today?" I asked hesitantly, not entirely sure I wanted to be the only student to face Hagrid's dangerous creatures.

"Was going ter cover Phoenixes." Hagrid said, looking out the window. "Dumbledore was going ter let meh borrow Fawkes for a class."

"That's a lovely idea." I said, feeling very relieved, "Come on Hagrid, I'll pay attention, I promise."

"Don' know how much I'll really be teachin' yeh Elizabeth." Hagrid said, but he was smiling so it was a success.

As it turned out, I knew absolutely nothing about Phoenixes except their healing powers and true strength and so I actually did end up learning quite a lot from Hagrid. Of course, Fawkes didn't stick around the entire time either, but I got to see him anyways.

After class ended, I said good-bye to Hagrid and went back up to the castle. It felt like I already had so much homework! An essay for Ancient Runes and Hagrid had set me to the task of drawing a phoenix. The drawing would be much easier, of course, but it would take time for an accurate drawing.

Professor Sprout stopped me on the way back to the Hufflepuff Common room. "This is the Quidditch list." I saw that there were about twenty-seven names on it.

"Thanks Professor." I said, taking the piece of parchment on it and scanning names, feeling slightly overwhelmed. I had to replace two Chasers, one Beater, and a Keeper. It was just Zacharias, James, and me left. I sighed, wishing I could get rid of Zacharias and then thought cheerfully about how if I found a Chaser that was better than him, I could replace him.

I saw that Susan, Justin, and Rose were going to tryout. I wondered if any of them were any good. I couldn't remember Susan or Justin in our first-year of flying classes. And of course, Rose was only in her second year so I didn't know how good of a flier she was. But I'd give her a chance- I'd only been in my second year when Cedric had given me my spot on the team. And now I was Captain.

I rolled up the piece of parchment and stuck it in my bag and sighed. I missed Heidi and Malcolm. They were good Chasers and friends. Herbert had been a decent Keeper too.

Oh, and Lee wasn't going to be commentating anymore either. That was a shame, he was the best (and only) commentator I'd ever heard. He knew how to make everyone laugh- if you weren't a Slytherin that is.

I wondered briefly who would commentate and then saw Zacharias Smith was going to be commentating the next game and felt a brief flash of annoyance.

I sighed. That wasn't fair. Zacharias could be a good guy when he was nice. But sometimes he crossed the line of being annoying.

I checked my schedule to see what class was next and saw with great satisfaction that I had Defense Against the Dark Arts next and I hurried to the classroom.

". . . Got so much homework for Runes." Hermione was saying as I joined the three of them outside the classroom. "A fifteen-inch essay, two translations, and I've got to read these by Wednesday!" she motioned the two textbooks that our teacher had given us after class. I'd forgotten how bizarre it was to turn back hours.

"Shame." Ron yawned.

"You wait, I bet Snape gives us loads." Hermione said.

The classroom door opened and Professor Snape stepped into the corridor and silence fell throughout the corridor immediately. "Inside." He said.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I were the last group to walk past him and as I was in the very back, I felt his fingers brush across my spine and I shivered, trying not to smile.

What I hadn't noticed last night or this morning was that the room was already decorated with black curtains over the windows so that the classroom was lit by candles. I supposed he'd been trying to recreate the potion dungeon. There were pictures on the walls that moved in a loop showing people in pain or going through transformations. No one spoke as we sat down.

"I have not asked you to take out your books." Professor Snape said, closing the door behind him. Hermione, who was sitting in front of me, quickly dropped her book back into her bag. Ernie and I exchanged a quick look. "I wish to speak to you, and I want your fullest attention."

His eyes scanned the room, resting on Harry the longest and held mine for a fraction of a second. "You have had five teachers in this subject so far, I believe." He said slowly. I rolled my eyes. "Naturally, these teachers will all have had their own methods and priorities. Given this confusion I am surprised so many of you scraped an O.W.L. in this subject. I shall be even more surprised if all of you manage to keep up with the N.E.W.T. work, which will be much more advanced."

He set off to walk around the classroom and spoke in an even quieter voice so that it was hard to catch what he was saying. "The Dark Arts, are many, varied, ever-changing and eternal. Fighting them is like fighting a many-headed monster, which, each time a neck is severed, sprouts a head even fiercer and cleverer than before. You are fighting that which is unfixed, mutating, indestructible."

He was talking about a Hydra, of course. When a Hydra's head was cut off, it grew back two more. Of course, Hydras were a thing of Greek mythology, not the magical world and of course, did not exist anymore- if they ever had in the first place, which was unlikely.

"Your defense, must therefore be as flexible and inventive as the arts you seek to undo. These pictures give a fair representation of what happens to those who suffer, for instance, the Cruciatus Curse, feel the Dementor's Kiss, or provoke the aggression of the Inferius." He waved his hands at the photos on the wall. I avoided looking at the Cruciatus Curse and the Dementors' Kiss. Those two were too painful to look at. The Inferius picture he was referring to simply showed a bloody mass upon the ground and I quickly averted my eyes, feeling a bit sick.

"Has an Inferius been seen, then? Is it definite, is he using them?" Parvati asked, looking as sick as I felt.

"The Dark Lord has used Inferi in the past, which means you would be well-advised to assume he might use them again. Now. . ." Professor Snape said.

Somewhere in the back of my head, a random voice whispered, "to assume means to make an ass out of u and me." Not knowing where this thought came from, I pushed it away, afraid I might laugh.

". . . you are, I believe, complete novices in the use of nonverbal spells. What is the advantage of a nonverbal spell?"

Hermione and I both shot our hands up and Professor Snape called on me, much to Hermione's displeasure.

"The opponent you're dueling has no idea what magic you'll use against them, giving you the upperhand in the duel." I replied in a bored voice.

"Yes, those who progress to using magic without shouting incantations gain an element of surprise in their spell-casting. Not all wizards can do this, of course, it is a question of concentration and mind power which some- lack." Professor Snape's eyes landed on Harry again.

They had a bit of a staring contest that last for six seconds and the Professor Snape looked away and said, "You will now divide, into pairs. One partner will attempt to jinx the other without speaking. The other will attempt to repel the jinx in equal silence. Carry on."

Ernie and I partnered up, sitting across from each other. I'd been working on nonverbal spells since I was in my fourth-years with the help of Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall, so I felt well prepared and allowed Ernie to go first with attempting to jinx me.

Ernie did at first, try to jinx me without speaking and then cheated, whispering it out of his mouth. Either, way, I repelled it without speaking and Ernie, though disappointed, didn't seem at all surprised.

"So you've already mastered it?" He asked with a grim smile. "Naturally."

I simply shrugged and then attempted to jinx him nonverbally. At first, I wasn't even sure which jinx I was going to use because I didn't want to hurt him and then I decided on the tongue-tying jinx. I didn't know if he was going to have a shield up by speaking or not, but decide to attempt it nonverbally in the first place.

As Ernie opened his mouth to ask if I'd done the spell yet, which I had, his words came out all wrong and realized with frustration, I'd already jinxed him. Professor Snape walked right past without saying a single word.

Nonverbally, I performed the countercurse and then spent the rest of the class sitting there while Ernie tried to jinx me nonverbally.

Hermione managed to repel Neville's mumbled curse ten minutes into the lesson but there were no points given there either.

"Pathetic, Weasley." Professor Snape said after nearly half an hour. "Here- let me show you-" He raised his wand towards Harry who immediately shouted, "Protego!"

Professor Snape was knocked off-balance and hit a desk, the spell was so powerful. The whole class had their eyes on them.

"Do you remember me telling you we are practicing nonverbal spells, Potter?" He asked in a soft voice.

"Yes." Harry said stiffly.

"Yes, sir." Professor Snape said.

"There's no need to call me 'sir', Professor." Harry said.

Hermione and other, more serious students gasped while the less serious students, grinned behind Professor Snape's back. I openly grinned because I was probably the only student he wouldn't kill for smiling.

"Detention, Saturday night, my office." Professor Snape said and caught my eye and I quickly turned away. "I do not take cheek from anyone, Potter. . . not even 'the Chosen One'."

After we left the classroom however, Ron was laughing and said, "That was brilliant, Harry!"

"You really shouldn't have said it." Hermione said, frowning at Ron. "What made you?"

"He tried to jinx me, in case you didn't notice!" Harry said, fuming. "I had enough of that during those Occlumency lessons! Why doesn't use use another guinea pig for a change? What's Dumbledore playing at, anyway, letting him teach Defense? Did you hear him talking about the Dark Arts? He loves them! All that unfixed, indestructible stuff-"

"The Hydra?" I asked.

"Well, I thought he sounded a bit like you." Hermione said.

"Like me?" Harry asked in horror.

"Yes, when you were telling us what it's like to face Voldemort. You said it wasn't just memorizing a bunch of spells, you said it was just you and your brains and your guts- well, wasn't that what Snape was saying? That it really comes down to being brave and quick-thinking?" Hermione asked.

Harry didn't answer, looking a bit disconcerted. I said good-bye to them and headed off to the Hufflepuff table and before long, Trang sat down across from me.

"So, how's your first day going?" I asked, putting hot chicken wings on a plate and making sure I had a large cup of pumpkin juice to go with it.

"Wonderfully." Trang said, sighing. "But I wish I was with students my own age, you know?"

I hesitated and then said, "You know you didn't have to come if you regret it, right?"

Trang gave a start and said, "I don't regret it!"

"Oh!" I said startled and blushed, "Oh, well you looked upset, that's all so I just assumed maybe you weren't having a good time."

The words sounded stupid. It wasn't like this was the amusement park or the zoo. This was school.

Trang seemed to think my words were stupid too because she snorted and said, "Elizabeth, I knew it wasn't going to be all fun and games and I'll put up with it, not because I have to, but because I want to." And she stood up and went off to the Ravenclaw table and opened up a book, leaving me to feel horrible.

I had two breaks before Potions today and I went down to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom but it sounded like Professor Snape was teaching so I passed by and went to the library and started on homework.

By the time it was time for Potions class, I had finished my Defense Against the Dark Arts homework, which was very difficult and had gotten a start on my Rune translations.

When I got to the potions hallway, I found that it was four Slytherins, Four Ravenclaws, Ernie, myself, and then Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"Harry." Ernie said, holding out a hand as Harry neared him, "didn't get a chance to speak in Defense Against the Dark Arts this morning. Good lesson, I thought, but Shield Charms are old hat, of course, for us old D.A. lags. . . And how are you, Ron- Hermione?"

They both answered fine and I kept my mouth shut that Ernie hadn't managed to produce a shield charm nonverbally till the last minute of class.

The classroom door opened and everyone saw the large stomach of Slughorn first before the rest of him came out and welcomed us in. Professor Slughorn greeted Harry, Blaise, and I with great enthusiasm.

The Four Slytherins took one table, the four Ravenclaws took another Ernie and I sat at our own table and Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat at one very close to ours.

The room was already filled with vapors and smells, something that had never happened when Professor Snape was teacher. I recognized the clear Veritaserum, the Polyjuice Potion bubbling in another cauldron, the Amortentia, and the Felix Felicis.

I took special interest in the Amortentia which smelled like the sea, freshly baked cookies, herbs, and autumn wind.

"Now then, now then, now then." Professor Slughorn said from the front of the class. "Scales out, everyone, and potion kits, and don't forget your copies of Advanced Potion-Making..."

"Sir?" Harry asked, raising his hand and I ducked down under my chair to pull out my scales and potion kit and textbook.

"Harry, m'boy?"

"I haven't got a book or scales or anything- nor's Ron- we didn't realize we'd be able to do the N.E.W.T, you see-" Harry said, sending me the briefest of glances. I gave him a slight nod.

"Ah, yes, Professor McGonagall did mention. . . not to worry, my dear boy, not to worry at all. You can use ingredients from the store cupboard today, and I'm sure we can lend you some scales, and we've got a small stock of old books here, they'll do until you can write to Flourish and Blotts."

Slughorn strode over to a cupboard that I'd never seen Professor Snape open before, waved away a cloud of dust, and then handed Harry and Ron two very battered copies of the textbook.

"Now then, I've prepared a few potions for you to have a look at, just out of interest, you know. These are the kind of things you ought to be able to make after completing your N.E.W.T.s. You ought to have heard of 'em, even if you haven't made 'em yet. Anyone tell me what this one is?" He pointed to the boiling Veritaserum.

My hand twitched, but let Hermione be the only one who raised her hand and all the Ravenclaws and Ernie looked at me in interest. Professor Slughorn didn't notice and called on Hermione.

"It's Veritaserum, a colorless, odorless potion that forces the drinker to tell the truth." Hermione said.

"Very good, very good. Now, this one here is pretty well known. . . Featured in a few Ministry leaflets lately too. . . Who can-?"

This time, I half-heartedly put my hand up but Hermione's was fastest and she answered, "It's Polyjuice Potion, sir."

"Excellent, excellent! Now, this one here. . . yes, my dear?" Hermione's hand was already in the air before he'd finished his thought.

"It's Amortentia!"

"It is indeed. It seems almost foolish to ask, but I assume you know what it does?"

"It's the most powerful love potion in the world!" Hermione said.

"Quite right! You recognized it, I supposed, by its distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen?"

"And the steam rising in characteristic spirals and it's supposed to smell differently to each of us, according to what attracts us, and I can smell freshly mown grass and new parchment and-" She cut off, her cheeks red.

"May I ask your name, my dear?" Slughorn asked.

"Hermione Granger, sir."

"Granger? Granger? can you possibly be related to Hector Dagworth-Granger, who founded the Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers?" Professor Slughorn asked with interest. I caught Ernie's eye and rolled my eyes.

"No, I don't think so, sir. I'm Muggle-born, you see." Hermione said, her cheeks pinker still.

Professor Slughorn beamed and looked from Hermione to Harry and exclaimed, "Oho! 'One of my best friends is Muggle-born, and she's the best in our year!' I'm assuming this is the very friend of whom you spoke, Harry?"

"Yes, sir." Harry said. He glanced at me again and I winked.

"Well, well, take twenty well-earned points for Gryffindor, Miss Granger." Professor Slughorn said.

I looked at the Slytherin table and saw that Malfoy looked like he'd been punched in the face.

"Amortentia doesn't really create love, of course. It is impossible to manufacture or imitate love. No, this will simply cause a powerful infatuation or obsession. It is probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in this room- oh yes. When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love. . . And now, it is time for us to start work."

"Sir, you haven't told us what's in this one." Ernie said, pointing at the small black cauldron on Professor Slughorn's desk which contained the liquid gold.

"Oho." Professor Slughorn said. "Yes. That. Well, that one, ladies and gentlemen, is a most curious little potion called Felix Felicis."

Hermione and I both let out gasps and though Professor Slughorn smiled at Hermione, he said, "Do you know what Felix Felicis does, Elizabeth?"

"Liquid luck." I said.

"Quite right, ten points to Hufflepuff. Yes, it's a funny little potion, Felix Felicis. Desperately tricky to make, and disastrous to get wrong. However, if brewed correctly, as this has been, you will find that all your endeavors tend to succeed. . . at least until the effects wear off."

"Why don't people drink it all the time, sir?" Terry asked and I itched to answer, but kept my mouth shut.

"Because if taken in excess, it causes giddiness, recklessness, and dangerous overconfidence. Too much of a good thing, you know. . . highly toxic in large quantities. But taken sparingly, and very occasionally. . ."

"Have you ever taken it, sir?" Michael asked.

"Twice in my life, once when I was twenty-four, once when I was fifty-seven. Two tablespoonfuls taken with breakfast. Two perfect days." He seemed to stare off into space for a moment and then said, "And that, is what I shall be offering as a prize in this lesson."

There was a silence so thin that you could hear the Veritaserum bubbling.

"One tiny bottle of Felix Felicis. Enough for twelve hours' luck. From dawn till dusk, you will be lucky in everything you attempt. Now, I must give you warning that Felix Felicis is a banned substance in organized competitions. . . sporting events, for instance, examinations, or elections. So the winner is to use it on an ordinary day only. . . and watch how that ordinary day becomes extraordinary! So, how are you to win my fabulous prize? Well, by turning to page 10 of Advanced Potion-Making. We have a little over an hour left to us, which should be time for you to make a decent attempt at the Draught of Living Death. I know it is more complex than anything you have attempted before, and I do not expect a perfect potion from anybody. The person who does best, however, will win little Felix here. Off you go!"

I already had my ingredients on the desk and my scales out, and I was already working through the steps.

I'd already made this potion before- twice. Professor Snape had taught me how to make it in a private lesson in my third year and as a test, I'd had to make it from memory. So I barely even glanced at the book, though I had it open for reference.

Lessons with Snape to anyone else seemed like torture. For me however, they were some of the best times of my life, and were obviously part of what led me to where I was today. And besides, I knew that I wasn't going to win the bottle- Harry was and I didn't particularly care.

"Sir, I think you knew my grandfather, Abraxas Malfoy?" Draco's voice said suddenly, cutting through the silence. Ernie glanced at my potion for a second, stumped. His potion was purple but not lilac as it should've been.

"Yes. I was sorry to hear he had died, although of course it wasn't unexpected, dragon pox at his age. . ." Professor Slughorn said and I looked away from my potion long enough to see that he hadn't even looked at Draco and that Draco looked very angry now.

"And time's. . . up! Stop stirring, please!" Professor Slughorn said, many minutes later.

I stopped moving as Slughorn peered through every cauldron, looking absolutely delighted with mine but still went off to the Gryffindor table. He came back to mine after looking in Harry's, and then back to Harry's.

"They're practically identical!" Slughorn exclaimed.

"Don't worry." I said, grinning. "I foresaw Harry winning and I'm not a bad sport." I winked at Harry who grinned back and, looking perplexed, Professor Slughorn gave Harry the Felix Felicis bottle.

I left them there so that I could go and find Trang and talk to her before dinner. However, though I searched everywhere for her, I could not find her and I finally cornered a third-year Ravenclaw who said he'd seen Trang on the grounds.

I rushed out of the castle at that moment, going to the Quidditch Pitch, and then Hagrid's cabin and still could not find Trang. Resigning myself, I hurried into the Forbidden forest and climbed up a tree, turning into a cat in order to cross through the forest quicker.

I saw Trang wandering on a path, looking very down. I wondered what was wrong with her and I stayed above her for a little longer, wondering what was up. Then, a centaur cross her path and she froze, staring at it with terrified eyes. I recognize the centaur to be Ivagio and breathed a little easier.

"Are you lost?" Ivagio asked but Trang seemed paralyzed with fear, and took a step backwards.

I leapt down from the tree, landing in front of Trang and turned back into a human. "Hello Ivagio. I've come looking for Trang here. Trang, this is Ivagio, he's a Centaur."

"H-hi." Trang mumbled, still looking extremely downcast.

"Don't worry, we're leaving right now." I assured Ivagio, giving him a small bow and then took Trang's arm and led her back out of the forest. "What's wrong?" I demanded as we exited the trees.

"Oh, well, I was looking for you." Trang said, blushing under her dark skin.

"Oh?" I asked in surprise and then smiled, "That's funny, because I was actually looking for you!"

We stopped walking and stared at each other and then we both started and said, "I'm sorry."

Then we both grinned at each other.

"So?" I asked hesitantly as we walked down to the Black Lake. "You're going to stay, here, I mean, right? I didn't make you think you should leave or something, right? Cause you belong here. Sure, your experience is going to be more different and perhaps a bit more difficult but that doesn't mean you don't belong here anymore than the rest of us-"

"Oh stop rambling Lizzy." Trang said, smiling now. "Of course I'm going to stay."

And that was the end of that conversation.

That night, I went up to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and slipped inside and became a cat and hopped on Professor Snape's bed and waited for him to come back.

When he did come back, it was by looking extremely annoyed about something. So annoyed, he didn't even notice me and went straight to his desk and started to write something. I sprang down lightly to the floor and crept over to his chair. There was a stool next to his chair that I leapt upon and then hopped onto the desk, putting a paw on the parchment and scaring the daylights out of him.

He flew backwards in his seat, throwing his quill, his hand reaching for his wand, and then he sighed, catching his breath. "Damn you Elizabeth."

He picked me up from where I was putting inky paw marks on people's homework, mewing. He sighed, "Sometimes, you act too much like a cat."

I purred, looking at him warmly with my large green eyes. He was still shaking his head, dropping me on the bed and picking up his quill and tossing it over on the desk. With a flick of his wand, the lights went out. He climbed into the bed where I had turned human now and kissed me passionately.

"So?" I asked as he moved his lips to other places, "How was Dumbledore today? Ouch!" I yelped, for in his surprise, he'd bitten me a bit harder than I think he'd meant to.

"How'd you. . . never mind." His voice was a bit sour and I took his face in my hands. There was something hidden behind his eyes that he was trying to hide. A ghost of love for a man who was to die by his hands. A man who had protected him, kept his secrets, and was now to die. I smoothed his hair back, feeling the silkiness between my fingers.

"Sev. . . it's going to be okay." I said softly, touching our foreheads together.

"I don't want to kill him, Elizabeth." Severus said heavily, his hands clenching in my hair. It wasn't as painful as some might think. It actually felt good, his hands in my hair.

"I know." I said sympathetically. "I know that Sev, but he wants you to do it. . . a er- I think he says a last act of loyalty. And really. . . it will show just how much you love him, obeying his last wish."

Severus snorted and I gently caressed his cheek. "It's going to be okay."

"I don't want to talk about it, alright?" He asked in a bitter voice and so I stayed silent and didn't ask any more questions. I felt horrible about it, wishing that I could do something because I hated it when he was unhappy.

So I rolled over carefully so that I was over him and brushed my lips against his, "I'll help you forget then."

He took my offer eagerly, throwing my shirt and bra to the floor, cupping my breasts as I guided him into me. I started it off slow because I had never taken lead before, always much more comfortable when he did so. His fingers caressed my breasts softly as they bounced slightly with my movements of riding his cock. His lips grazed the side of my neck.

Then he rolled over, pinning me to the bed, moving much faster and I relaxed, letting him take over as we both seemed to prefer it. His lips kissed me everywhere and I knew I'd have to use a lot of makeup tomorrow to cover all the marks. But I didn't mind, I let him, I held him to me, I let him forget what was making him so upset.

He slowly pulled out and carefully angled his body, pulling me into him and hugged me without saying anything. His fingers traced slowly up and down my body rhythmically. It tickled, but it felt good and I closed my eyes.

I laid my head on his chest and felt his fingers stop moving up and down my spine as he fell asleep. I sighed, kissing his cheek and curling my legs up in a ball. Things would be okay, wouldn't they? Nothing could go wrong with the plan, right? But I could not see that far into the future, nor did I want to or try to.

I curled up into Severus' side, pulling the blankets around me tighter to feel warmer. Though the Defense Against the Dark Arts Office and Classroom were not in the dungeons, it was still much cooler in here than many of the other rooms. Perhaps only a few steps up from the dungeons.

But nevertheless, despite the cold, I was soon fast asleep as well. 

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[4:58 pm] Time-stamp/ drabble

-pairing: changgu x gn!reader

-genre: fluff

-words: 494

-warnings: none

-a/n: This is something new and not out of my drafts!! I am still working on something new that's at 3k words, but I haven't gotten to the climax of the story yet, so stay tuned!!

>>Masterlist

You were waiting at a cafe, staring down into your coffee cup. You kept putting off drinking your coffee. You didn’t want to leave the cafe yet, not when you hadn’t accomplished what you came here for. You looked around the cafe for him again, and he was nowhere in sight, again. It felt like you had been waiting all day. 

He promised you he would be there, and yet again your coffee was growing cold with each minute. Your mind wandered to teh days where he was earlier than you, already ordering for you. When the two of you would play games on napkins, and would spend hours together. The way his eyes would glow as he spilled details of the things he loved, and how he listened to you when you would talk with him. 

You looked out the window, it was still snowing. The snow covered the ground and only kept piling more and more. You had enough, that’s what you would tell him when he would arrive. If he would arrive. You ran your finger around the rim of your coffe cup, your face inbetween your hands. You watched the people in the cafe, the people in line for a quick drink, the people sitting down, weather they were alone or with other people. 

You met the eyes of one of the guys in line. He was far back in it, and he gave you a soft smile. You smiled back, feeling a sense of warmth on this cold day. You continued to watch him from the corner of your eye as he looked around before making his way to you. He slid into the seat next to yours. 

“All alone?” He asked you, while getting settled in his seat. 

“You’re alone too.” You retorted to his rhetorical question. “What brings you here?”

“Coffee, you?” He looked down at your full coffee cup that hasn’t been touched since the waiter gave it to you. 

“I wish I could say the same thing, but it looks like I’ve been stood up.” You looked out the window again, the sky looked a bit darker than before. 

“I could make up for that absence.” the stranger said causing you too look back at him. 

“You don’t even know my name, but you want to butt in on my date?” You smiled at him. 

“Only if you let me. And my name is Yeo Changgu” He said. You thought about it for a bit and nodded at him. It didn’t seem too bad and it didn’t seem like your boyfriend would ever show up.

So you spent what felt like hours talking to this new stranger about anything and everything that came to mind. It felt like the early days. You didn’t know how this guy made you feel so comfortable around him. For a moment you could’ve sworn that you looked outside, and it was spring with flowers blooming around you and Changgu.

[kid-blinks-eyepatch]

Sprace

Spots leg 🦵 🔥

-Sprace-

(Its movie versions bc i felt like it idk)

_race POV-

I whined sleepily when i felt Spot’s arms disappear from around me. He laughed softly and kissed just behind my ear

“Cmon Tony the bell’s gonna ring soon” He informed me. I whined again and rolled over to face him. I opened an eye sleepily and saw him grinning at me. He had himself propped up with an elbow. I whined and pulled hin down on top of me. He laughed

“Tony!” He laughed. We wrestled for a little bit before I settled with my head on his chest and my body curled up next to him. I looked around the room. If you could call it that. There had been two small rooms upstairs the way the Brooklyn lodge had been built. One was for the leader (Spot) and the other was, as Smokes had put it, to fuck in so they don’t traumatize the littles.

“We’re gonna have to get up in like five minutes Ton” he said, petting my hair

“Then we will- I want my cuddles” I replied, huffing. Spot rolled his eyes and kissed me lightly. I wiggled a bit so i was sitting up a bit more and then i saw his leg. 

Now Spot being Spot had a lot of scars. But i knew about almost all of them. I say almost all because his pant leg had gotten pulled up during the wrestling and i could see his left leg. The skin was sort of mottled, with raised lines scattered around it as well. It took up the entirety of his lower calf, and looked like it went higher up. How had I not noticed it before??

Spot looked up me, confusion evident on his face. The blond poked my cheek with his finger and I looked at him

“Yeah?” I asked

“Jus’ let it be” He replied, pulling me down “It’s old I promise”

“Wha- How'd you get it?” I asked him, He went silent for a moment, running a hand through my curls. He eventually just shrugged

“Was a long time ago- don’t matter” He finally replied. I wanted to argue, but the bell rang and Spot rolled out of bed. The sounds of the other Brooklyn Newsies waking up could be heard. I followed Spot and started to get dressed like we had many other times. I watched him out of the corner of my eye. He seemed alright, if a bit upset. 

“You alright Seanie?” I asked him, kissing the top of his head.

“Yeah Im okay” He replied, kissing my cheek before going downstairs. I slipped on my shirt and followed. It was a pretty familiar sight that greeted me. The littles were up and bouncing off teh walls as always while York was attempting to change his shirt with Graves clinging to him. Smokes was trying to herd the littles while Dice was laughing uncontrollably. Knobs had his arms wrapped around his partner's waist while he tried to get a little more sleep. Dice rolled their eyes and shook their boyfriend.

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I looked at Graves as we were walking back. York had agreed (albeit very grudgingly) to help Dutchy with the littles so Graves had gone selling with me. I glanced at him as he walked alongside me. The two of us got along wel, we had similar personalities ourselves, and our boyfriends also had similar personalities.  We got back to the lodge fairly quickly as we hadn’t gone too far selling. 

It had been ominously dark and cloudy all day, so most of the newsies didn’t want to go too far in case they got caught in the rain and developed a cold. That was never any fun at all. We entered the lodge to find it mostly full. The littles (which Brooklyn had a large amount of) were all either playing a game of stick tag or just plain rough housing. Knobs was lying face down with his head in Dice’s lap. Dice running a hand through the other’s sandy curls. I didn’t pay much mind to the other couples or the poker game going on.

 I watched as Graves went over to York, who was absentmindedly pushing a few marbles around on his bunk, and flopped into his lap. The older boy rolled his eye affectionately and kissed him lightly. I went upstairs in search of Spot. He was lying on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. He half-sat up when I entered and he smiled slightly. I grinned and snuggled against him, he put an arm aro I grinned and snuggled against him, he put an arm around Me and I hummed happily

“Looks like it’s gonna storm” I said to him, taking his other hand and playing with his fingers. He laughed slightly 

“Yeah it does” he frowned “I seriously hope it doesn’t though, I’m too tired to calm down everyone” I gasped, feigning shock

“Did you just ADMIT you’re tired????” He cuffed the back of my head and after a short internal debate I moaned. He gave me a withering look and I broke down in a fit of hysterical giggles. He frowned slightly

“It’s not that funny Antonio”

“It is” I hummed, snuggling against him more. The arm that was around me started to play with my hair. I hummed and snuggled more into his side. Spot started to whisper in Spanish to me and I -surprisingly- found myself getting sleepy 

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I guess I must have fallen asleep for a bit because when I awoke next I was alone in Spot’s bed. He must have tucked me in because I was wrapped in his blankets. I snuggled down into them, they were warm. As I slowly woke up I registered the sound of pouring rain. I groaned and stood up, looking out the window. It was cloudy, with rain falling everywhere. 

There was a loud boom of thunder that made me jump. I padded downstairs to the main room. The clock said it was only 7:18, but it was summer so it was usually still light out by now. Dice, Dutchy, and Hotshot were all playing a game of cards. Hotshot and Dutchy seemed unbothered by the thunder and lightning, while Dice would jump anytime there was a thunderclap. Knobs sat next to Dice, his chin resting on Dice’s shoulder.

Smokes was talking to the majority of the littles, presumably telling them a story. Ace was holding tightly onto his boyfriend’s waist, not appreciating the storm. I watched as Smokes put a blanket over Ace and pet his hair. Graves was sitting in York’s lap. The larger boy had his arms around Graves’ middle and his face buried in Graves’ neck. Snoddy was comforting a few terrified littles, patting their backs and such. 

As i looked around i didnt see spot. I looked at Dice, who was nervously fiddling with the small pouch they kept their dice in. 

“Dice?” I asked “You seen Spot?” 

“He went upstairs while you were looking around” came the reply. I blinked, laughing slightly at the mix-up.

“Alright- thanks” I laughed. Dice nodded in response and returned to the game. I glanced over at them one more time and I noticed Knobs was holding their hand, the other arm around their waist. I smiled softly as i went upstairs. 

“Hiii seanie” I grinned as i walked into his room, closing the door “I thought you was downstairs” I said as I turned to face him. He nodded, not replying. I shrugged it off as him being tired and I flopped onto the bed next to him. He glanced down at me, he had that expression on his face where you KNOW something’s bothering him, but you can't figure out what. 

“You okay?” I asked him, pressing a small kiss to his lips. He shook his head, pulling me against him and buryinghis face in my chest. I pet his hair

“Is it the storm? Too loud?” I asked. He shook his head again. I started to run my hands through his shaggy hair. He needed to get it cut soon, I knew he didnt like when it got too long. It wasnt like super long anyways but he wasnt a fan of it.

“S m leg” He mumbled, leaning into me more. I squeezed him against myself, rubbing my hand up and down his back

“Does it hurt?” I asked him softly. He shook his head and started to shake slightly. It took me a minute before I registered that he was crying! I kissed the top of his head, running a hand through his hair again

“S- I-” he managed, his voice shaking along with him “I look like a fucking  monster Ray!” He managed, squeezing me. I continued to run a hand through his hair, enjoying how soft it was. 

“no you don’t spotty” I assured him, stroking his hair and holding him. he continued to shake and he let out a small sob. 

“s-s-s-” He stammered out, shaking violently. Thunder boomed and he yelped, jumping befor hiding his face in me.

“shhh shhh” I murmured “it is okay spotty. You don’t look like a monster”

“i-i-i-“ Spot sobbed “i do Ray- stupid fucking fire fucked up my fucking leg” he whimpered 

“what fire?” I murmured to him, confused. He just shook his head and continued to shake. I carefully picked up s blanket and attempted to pry him off of me. He squeaked and hid his face more

“shh its okay im just gonna put a blanket around ya” i murmured to him, petting his hair. He sniffed and nodded, wiping off his face with the back of his hand. I wrapped him in a blanket and held him against me. he sniffed and looked up at me. I hummed and wiped the tears off his face.

“s-s” he let out a choked noise, face scrunching up as he attempted to speak “fires the reason- reason m here”

I froze for a second. He hadn’t ever talked about why he was in Brooklyn when he was so clearly an immigrant. i kissed his hair

“how so?”

“killed Pa” he mumbled “an Charlie an Austin an Julia” his voice rose in pitch as he spoke, i could see him getting more and more visibly upset. I hugged him against my chest tighter. he hid his face more. I rubbed his back

“i hate to ask” I said gently 

“s fine” he mumbled

“what do you mean?” I asked him softly. I had completely forgotten about the storm until that moment. There was an almost blinding flash of lighting.The thunder was extremely loud, loud enough to the point where you can feel it in your chest. Me and Spot both jumped, I let out an involuntary squeak, and shouts could be heard from below. Spot latched onto me and spoke shakily

“I- there was a fire” he said slowly “an pa an Charlie an Julia got caught inside” he shook “me, ma an Austin got outside- but Austin didn’t last much longer” he sniffled, burying his face “m’leg got caught’fore we made it out an thas why s all scarred up”

“okay” i kissed the top of his head “thank yiu for twlling me” I had plenty of questions for him, but he wasn’t in a condition that i wanted to ask him questions in case i uoset him more. I just set him down on the bed and he whined, wiping his face clumsily as he shook slightly. I didn’t know if he was cold, scared, or upset. I rolled him up in the blanket and he laughed slightly, smiling a bit. i grinned and tucked the now- burritoed Spot under another blanket. he pouted slightly and stuck out his tongue 

“at least come lay with me” he huffed. he was shaking less. maybe he was just cold. He seened ti have calmed down fairly quickly. I laid down ynde the blankets next to him and pulled my boyfriend against my chest

I carefully wiped off his face, kissing his cheeks where the tears had been. 

“you’re very pretty” *i murmured to him, wiggling until i was comfortable “and cute and perfect”

he just rolled his eyes in response, but he smiled a bit more and nuzzled against me. another thunderclap made ups both jump, but it wasn’t as loud as the last one.

“Try and get some sleep” I murmured to him

“okay” he replied, closing his eyes. I carefully kissed his eyelid and he snickered a bit “feels tickly” he informed me. i giggled and squeezed my burrito of a boyfriend

“I love you Sean Patrick Conlon” I hummed “you’re my pretty boyfriend” I kissed the top of his head and i saw what small amount of his face i could see redden

“Love you too Antonio Edward Higgins-Conlon” he giggled slightly. I huffed

“stoppp i knoe what you’re laughing at!”

“eDwArD” he giggled softly. I rolled my eyes and huffed

“Patrick isn’t exactly cool either”

“eDwArDo!” he snickered. I rolled my eyes

“shut up Conlon” I huffed, then looked at him, realizing something “did you call me Higgins-Conlon?”

“maybe” he replied, snuggling against me. I hummed and kissed him again. he smiled

“love you Race”

“I love you too Spot”

[pony-central]

Purity Sick Boyfriend Meets Demon DrugFriend

Purity Monika: Now, remember this, Purity Sick Boyfriend. Never go into Hell City. Always stay in Heaven, like a good Golden Angel.

Purity Sick BF: I promise I won't go to Hell City, Purity Monika.

Purity Monika: Good boy.

Somewhere, in the far corner of the Lust Ring in Hell City, a portal opens up, and Purity Sick Boyfriend pops out of it.

Purity Sick BF: Heh. Too pure for Hell, huh? Well, Mrs Bossy Knickers Purity Monika, *sticks his middle finger at Heaven as the portal closes* How's this for - Whoa! 😮

Hell City looks quite desolate. There is a lava-based waterfall, tonnes of skeletons on the grass, and a dark red castle looming over him. He catches a glimpse at teh sun, which is blaring hot.

Purity Sick BF: It's a bit... Dark here.

Werewolves zoom past him, spinning him around in 360° angles, as he plops onto the grass.

Purity Sick BF: *groans* I think my stomach just flipped around. Oh, no. *vomits a rainbow* Was that a werewolf -

He is interrupted by the werewolves growling at their prey.

Purity Sick BF: I'm getting away from those disturbing critters! *panicked noises*

He heads into the castle, as he bumps into a demon, who looks down at him.

Demon DrugFriend: Are you OK? OH, MY FUCKING GOD! AN ANGEL! 😟

Purity Sick BF: Holy crap! An actual demon! It's an honour to meet -

The demon started to panic. He sported a beanie, dark Crimson boots, a tank top with the number 666 on it, and blue hair. He had wings and a tail. His pupils shrunk.

Demon DrugFriend: *screams* Please don't hurt me! 😫

Purity Sick BF: Oh, no no no no no no! I'm not dangerous! I'm a good angel, honestly! Whew. Hot place you got here. I'm Purity Sick Boyfriend, the Golden Angel of Heaven. And you are?

Demon DrugFriend: Uh, Demon DrugFriend.

They both shake hands.

Purity Sick BF: So, how's Hell been treating you?

Demon DrugFriend: It's been shit, but it's OK.

Purity Sick BF: Uh, watch your language, please. I don't like swear words.

Demon DrugFriend: Oh. Is it a sin of some sort? 🤨

Purity Sick BF: Well, yeah. I'm Purity Sick Boyfriend, by the way. *blushes a bit*

Demon DrugFriend: Is your face turning pink?

Purity Sick BF: Oh. Oh, my. So it is! I'm sorry. I've never seen a real-life demon before.

Demon DrugFriend: *gets close to him* Oh, really? What's Heaven like?

Purity Sick BF: TBH, I hate it there. I'd rather stay somewhere else for a change. I've been in Heaven for as long as I can remember, and - Oh! 😳

Purity Sick Boyfriend felt Demon DrugFriend's hand touching his hip.

Demon DrugFriend: I'm next in line to become the Prince of the Lust Ring in Hell City. I can do with a little... *caresses Purity Sick BF's face* Make-out session. *smiles*

Purity Sick BF: But... Angels can't make out with demons. It's against the rules.

Demon DrugFriend: Do I look like I give a fuck? 🤨

Purity Sick BF: Well... Maybe just one kiss.

Demon DrugFriend: Good angel.

Demon DrugFriend leans closer to PSBF, and gives him a 30 second kiss on the lips. Purity Sick Boyfriend was blushing like crazy. He slowly closed his eyes, and the two boys started making out with each other. The kissing went on for two minutes.

Purity Sick BF: Holy... Oh, my goodness. That... Felt -

Demon DrugFriend: Incredible? I know. I've never had feelings for anyone of your pure level.

Purity Sick BF: I wanna kiss again!

Demon DrugFriend: Oh! OK then. 😊

More kissing, as DDF carries PSBF upstairs in his arms.

Purity Sick BF: Wait, where are we going? 🤨

Demon DrugFriend: My bedroom. Lovemaking time.

Purity Sick BF: But, intercourse with a demon is a sin.

Demon DrugFriend: I don't care about no damn rules. I'll go easy on ya. I promise. 😊

Purity Sick BF: OK, but be gentle down there. I don't have a thing like you.

Demon DrugFriend: Noted.

Demon DrugFriend closes the door, as they both kiss again and leap onto the bed, making out. Demon DrugFriend started to undress Purity Sick Boyfriend, starting with his shirt.

Purity Sick BF: Are you sure you know what you're doing? 🤨

Demon DrugFriend: Oh, ha ha! Trust me, Purity Sick Boyfriend. I know exactly what I'm doing. Now, take off your pants.

Purity Sick BF: I'm not so sure about -

But, before he can finish his sentence, Demon DrugFriend closes the door. The sounds of love can be heard from the room.

Four hours later...

Demon DrugFriend is seen in bed, with a lit cigarette in his mouth. Purity Sick Boyfriend sighs.

Purity Sick BF: Ahhhhhhhhh... Demon DrugFriend. That felt so good. Ahh! 😌

Demon DrugFriend: I know it did, my sweet prince.

Purity Sick BF: *sits up* Wait... Did I just sin?!

Demon DrugFriend: Haha! You sure did! 😁

Purity Sick BF: Holy crap! Purity Monika's gonna be upset with me! 😫

Demon DrugFriend: Why would she be upset? 🤨

Purity Sick BF: She said that I wasn't meant to go to Hell! I'm so dead! 😫

Demon DrugFriend: Why did you come here anyway?

Purity Sick BF: I was just curious to see what Hell City was about! I'm gonna be in so much trouble! DAMN IT! 😭

Demon DrugFriend: *holds his hand* She won't have to know about this. *gives him a kiss* Won't she?

Purity Sick BF: *cries* I... I guess so. That intercourse DID feel good, though.

Demon DrugFriend: Yeah. I didn't know that you could moan that loud.

Purity Sick BF: *blushing and giggling shyly* Oh, stop! 🤭

Demon DrugFriend: So... Wanna go for Round 2?

Purity Sick BF: Oh, yes! Please! 😁

They both kiss again.

And that's how they met.

@princesshillaryellaworld25

[tansyuduri]

Haha long awsners are fine! why would I get bored? While I love the ending and the bautiful tragedy I kinda have to agreee with you. I also see so much potential and how things change. (Epecially the promises at the end of seaosn 3) I personaly think where destany changed from the golden age future to what we get is in the begining of season four where the daracha tells Morgana that by opening the veil to the dead she had made a new world and in this world Emrys will stalk her like a shadow and is her destany and her doom.

Also after that point the story stops seeming to try to imply everything will end happy. I really think this "NEW WORLD" was when teh timeline changed to the tragic ending instead of what we were promised ealier. But thats just me. I agree they should have revealed magic earlier. but again I like the cannon we got AND the whet ifs and alternate versions (I mean I write fanfic and am working on a VERY alternate what if atm) I'm the one who sits in the corner going OMG I loved the tragedy as it it because it ended up that way due to character choices and thats so good. (But then has to write novels world of arthur post return fic to feel happy) And the one who goes "Wait what if this happened instead let me write it!!!" So I'm not angry at the writiers (I'm not good at getting angry.) But I totally understand where you are coming from.

And the words of the dragon at the end DO ring hollow (I hate that dragon WE SHOULD HAVE HAD SO MUCH)

Arthur is facinating to me. Both as he is in the show and how he and others actions lead to the tragedy and the potential we could have had. I think if characters had acted diferantly and Arthur and Merlin were allowed more the tragedy of Merlin would never have happened.

one of my favorite minor "disposable villains" in Merlin who tried to kill Uther is Edwin from 1s6e.

seriously, he was so good, I was rooting for him the whole episode. if it wasn't for his rush at the end, one slip up with gwen and trying to kill not only Uther but also gaius and merlin, (trying to kill merlin I honestly didn't understand. I'm sure he would have succeeded and could have gotten away with it. it was a very clever plan, you can't give him credit for it.

him being a Horrible Dark Sorcerer is not what I'm focusing on at all, because there are so many scenes in this episode that just…. kill me.

the way merlin is happy to use magic for everyday things and what a relief it is for him to share it with someone other than gaius. someone who tells him that his magic can be good and supports him (what a devastation it was to find out everything afterward)

how after edwin said "you watched my parents burn at the stake" gaius replied "they practiced black magic, and now you're practicing it too!" because it's such a convenient excuse - even though they were his friends, even though he watched thousands of innocents die who had nothing to do with black magic, and he knows it, knows he's to blame, but it's so much easier to redirect his anger at someone else than to face his mistakes.

the way the return of gaius is not happy at all, because really edwin is right, and gaius is too old and blind, and in the last scene one old blind man swears allegiance to another blind man, washing himself in blood

it's scary

[portraitsofguilt]

𝐓𝐖𝐎’𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘, 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄’𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐃 — ada wong, leon s. kennedy

— “between teh two of us, you'll have a place to be loved.”

content warning/s — female reader, porn without plot, threesome, oral sex, fingering, groping, masturbation, face sitting, mommy kink, vaginal sex,

a/n — i am just acting so silly nowadays, you can either picture this as re2 or re4, but i was writing it w re4 in mind

"NO NEED TO BE THIS NERVOUS, IT'S JUST US."

“i wanna play with her too, ada.” it sounded more desperate than confident coming from leon’s mouth as he rubbed his cock at the sight of ada eating you out. your head on a pile of pillows, biting down on the corner of one of them to keep your moans and whines to the minimum. leon hated how quiet you were, but ada adored your strangled moans and the way your heels grind into her back. leon really had no say in whatever was happening to him, it was either you or ada sorting out what he can or can’t do.

“wait for your turn handsome, she didn’t even come yet.” she chuckled, sickeningly so, fingers sliding through your lower lips as she stood up and started planting kisses from your collarbones up to your neck then to your lips. you shiver against her touch, back arching and your chest meets with hers, the little tremors of your hips grinding into her fingers.

leon was tired of only groping your tits while he jacked himself off. ada promised a lot, a fun time, a playtime, not a show. “she’ll cum when i let her cum.” he groaned, pushing ada from above your body, lining his length up with your dripping cunt and pushing it in slowly, throwing his head back as your pussy sucked him in.

“i want l-leon to fuck- ah me mommy, please…!” you breathed, hand reaching to stop ada from forcing leon off you. she wasn’t happy about your requests, she wanted your cum and cries all to herself- but you asked so nicely, called her the proper name, she cannot say no to that. matter of fact, she should be a little excited about it too, this finally gives her a chance for her to sit on your face, and let you eat her pussy out. “you might go dumb on his cock, but since you asked so nicely, i suppose…”

leon shoots a glare at the woman on your side, not at all amused by the compliment that stung him just a little bit. he scoffs under his breath before starting to roll his hips into your pussy, his hands coming to keep your hips from shifting. you don’t know what’s good for you, but leon does, that’s why he fills you up, keeping you warm. you love the way it burns, don’t you? he knows you do, ada told him so and the way she is gripping your hair tells it all. your cries vibrate through her, and your tears mix with her cum, running down her thighs.

reblog’s and feedback are much appreciated !!!

[duffs-shot-glass]

The Promise (Slash x *daughter!* reader)

*photo not mine, found on pinterest, credit to owner*

The Promise

Slash x (daughter!) reader

Fluff

WARNINGS: profanities, mentions of alcohol and drug use

Word Count:1,121

Requested by: someone on wattpad <3

This was a request for a Slash x daughter imagine where the reader and slash have a conflict/fight :)

I know this might be kind of short so I’m sorry about that. Hopefully you enjoy it though! Also, I did this in Y/N’s POV hopefully that’s okay. Thanks for teh request, have a great day/night! <3

Y/N’s POV:

I stared at myself in the vanity mirror as I tried to come up with an idea. It felt like the bruise on my neck was staring at me, waiting for me to freak out. The concealer sitting in my makeup case seemed very tempting. I told myself I needed to tell him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. How would he react? I know he did a lot of things when he was younger, but that doesn’t mean he wants me to do them. After one last look at the hickey I made up my mind. I’m hiding it. Maybe someday I would tell him I had it, or maybe he’d find out before it was gone. As of right now, makeup would have to do. The makeup was cold on my skin. I watched as the dark red and purple spot slowly disappeared from my sight. “Y/N! You ready?” My father’s voice echoed in the staircase as I frantically put away my makeup. I knocked over many products as I struggled to hide my tiny accomplice. “I’m coming!” I yelled. Tonight was our weekly movie night. Every Saturday my father and I would watch a movie and catch up with each other. I took a deep breath and made my way downstairs. The maple wood of the stairs slightly shone beneath my feet. My dad was standing in the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn. “You excited kiddo?” His face lit up as he saw me. “Yep.” I nodded my head slightly and made my way to the couch in the living room. My dad grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. “So, how was Jessica’s house?” shit. Jessica was my best friend. I was supposed to stay the night with her last night, but that isn’t what happened. Jessica’s parents were out of town and we took advantage of that. We threw a party and somehow I ended up with a hickey. When I woke up this morning I was in Jessica’s room on the floor with a massive headache. I barely remembered anything from the previous night. When I discovered I had a hickey I completely freaked out. I had never talked to my dad about boyfriends or anything of the sort. In all honesty, I didn’t even remember who gave me the hickey. “Hello? Anyone there?” my dad joked as he stuffed his face with popcorn. “Oh uh yeah it was great.” He nodded his head in understanding. “What’d you do?” “W-what?” He raised his eyebrows. “What did you do at Jessica’s house? Give me details.” Sweat was building on my palms as he asked questions. I gulped and rubbed my neck nervously. “We just uh hung out. Ya know, girl stuff.” I watched as his eyes zoned in on my neck. “Y/N?” His jaw clenched. “Y-yeah dad?” He pointed to my neck as he came to join me on the couch. “What is that?” His eyes were intimidating as he looked at me. I couldn’t keep eye contact for long before I looked at the floor. “It’s nothing dad.” He shook his head and scoffed. “Bullshit. What is it? Where were you last night Y/N?” His voice wasn’t as harsh, but it was still stern. “I was at Jessica’s.” He shook his head. “So did Jessica give you a hickey?” My head shot up and I looked at him with confusion. “What? No. No, dad Jessica didn’t give me a hickey. Um we uh” He sighed and leaned back on the couch. “Please just tell me what’s going on.” My eyes darted around the room as I tried to think of a response. I burnt myself with a curling iron? No, that's not believable. I slowly lifted my head as I decided what to say. “Jessica and I threw a party and um I..I got a hickey.” His jaw clenched once again as he stood up and paced around the room. “Who did it?” I looked at the floor once again as my mind wondered. Who did it? Honestly, I couldn’t tell you. I had been so drunk I didn’t remember even half of what happened. “I don’t really know.” My voice was barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry you don’t know?!” His voice was louder now, not quite a shout, but close. “Dad I’m sorry okay it won’t-” he cut me off. “How do you not remember? Were you drunk?” Even though he was being sarcastic I felt as if he still expected an answer. “Well yeah.” The words were hesitant to escape my mouth. “You were drunk? You’re not even of legal drinking age! How did you even get alcohol?” He threw his hands in the air as emphasis of his words. “And like you didn't? I know you drank

underage dad, don’t try to tell me different!” It felt as if something sparked within me. Something that decided to fight back. Did I have the right? Probably not. After all, I’m the one who went behind his back to do these things, and now I’m trying to justify my wrong actions. “Oh yeah like that makes it okay? I also overdosed Y/N. You gonna do that next?” I was a bit taken back by his words. He knew I would never do that. Right? He sat on a chair in the corner of the room and pinched the bridge of his nose. Watching him think was interesting. Occasionally he’d clench his jaw, or his eye would twitch. He looked peaceful, yet mad at the same time. His long, curly, black hair fell in front of his face. A sad, defeated, sigh left his lips. “I’m sorry Y/N it’s just-” He paused for a moment. “You’re my little girl, and I don’t wanna see you make the same mistakes I did, okay? It’s hard for me to watch you grow up. I have to face that you’re not a toddler anymore. It’s not even that big of a deal you got a hickey.” I walked over to him and sat on the arm of the chair. “I’m sorry too. I’ll be honest with you from now on.” He smiled at me before pulling me into a hug. “I’m gonna make you a deal.” I nodded my head in agreement as I waited for him to speak. “You can’t drink anymore, until you’re of legal age. Also, be honest with me about what you’re doing. And I promise I won’t get so upset about boy stuff anymore. After all, you aren’t a baby anymore.” He smiled kindly at me. I felt calmed by his words. “I promise.” “Alright kiddo. Let’s get to watching that movie.”

Thanks for reading! Requests are open btw (just a reminder lol) have a good day/night and remember to drink some water. You are beautiful. :)