#he’s a big child it would be funny if it weren’t so sad

[misstycloud]

Yandere cowboy x fem.reader

Yandere! Cowboy who’s the towns sweetheart. How can he not be? He helps every troubled soul he comes across, doesn’t matter who they are. He works hard every day to easy the load of providing for the family, he’s not a child anymore, of course he’ll do anything he can to help out! Besides, who wouldn’t fall for those muscles and pearly smile? You’d be crazy if you didn’t.

Yandere! Cowboy who you meet the first day of your ‘vacation’ to stay at your grandparents. Your parents though you’d been acting up the last weeks so they decided it was best to send you away for the summer, much to your dismay. Now you’d have to text your friends that you can’t hang out at all. Damn it. Being forced to stay in a in-the-middle-of-nowhere town definitely wasn’t your top priority. There was practically no service and nothing to do all summer. You’ll be bored out of your mind unless you manage to find something to entertain you. Luckily, there does appear to be something worthy of your attention- or rather, someone. It’ll certainly make things more interesting.

Yandere! Cowboy who you think is kinda cute, if not a little weird. He’s no doubt very different compared to the boys in the city- speaking in that special accent, wearing worn overalls, sweat at his forehead everytime you meet and practical thinking above all else. Still, you find yourself intrigued by his contrasting personality.

Yandere! Cowboy who is enchanted by you. You’re just so….wonderful. Funny enough, he also thinks you’re different, which interests him. Normally, he isn’t the type to brag and is quite humble, but he isn’t blind. He can see the way the girls in town drool over him. He knows he’s attractive. But you, you don’t fall over your feet whenever you gets a glimpse of him. You don’t stutter over every word while talking to him- in fact, you’re as cool as a cucumber. It almost seems like you’re flirting with him.

Yandere! Cowboy who notices you way your eyes sparkle when you speak of your interests. He starts thinking about the way you sound when laugh, how you pout when you’re frustrated and what you look like when you’re sad. It’s all beautiful. You are beautiful. Soon, it’s not only that he focuses on. Now, every time you’re walking ahead of him, he pays attention to the curve of your ass, how your hips sway when you walk, and suddenly he finds himself having to adjust his pants.

Yandere! Cowboy who you enter a special relationship with. You’re more than friends but less than actual lovers- that’s how you see it at least and you believed that’s what yan! Cowboy wanted, too. You two spend all your free time together in each others arms and going on cute dates around town and in the forest.

Yandere! Cowboy who wishes to marry you. You’re his perfect match! It must be fate that you ended up in their little town. He’d give you a big beautiful ring- he’s saved up quite a bit during his years of working, so he can easily afford it- and let you have whatever wedding you imagine. He’d make sure it’s exactly how you want it. Then, he’ll personally build you a house. Of course, before he starts working on that, he’ll need to know if you want a porch, what kind of shutter you want and what colour should the exterior be, would you like a fireplace?

Yandere! Cowboy who can’t believe it; you’re leaving? You say that summer is over and you don’t have to stay there with your grandparents anymore. You almost seem…relieved. No, that can’t be it. You love him! Right? Or was the connection he felt just one-sided?

“Sorry, you weren’t meant to catch feelings for me or anything. I just wanted to have fun, pass the time y’know.

“So I didn’t meant anything to you? Not even a little bit?…”

“I do like you. But I live in the city and my stay here was never going to be permanent. Like I said, I’m sorry it got a little too serious.”

“…….”

“Yeah, I gotta go now. I wish you well though, see ya.”

Yandere! Cowboy who spiraled after you left. You’ve dug yourself too deep in him. He can’t imagine going on about his life like you never existed. He thought you could be happy there, even if wasn’t like the big city you were used too, but that was clearly not the case.

If he had to uproot his life and move to be with you, then so be it. He wonders if you’ll be happy to see him again.

[kaisaerinlover]

rin itoshi + sae itoshi

all characters aged up to 18+

tw: incest, abuse (can be perceived as literal or metaphorical for hurt feelings), kinda infantilisation but tried to not make it prevalent because it wasn’t really my intention

rin is all you have, or had, because now he’s gone too. he’s the same as sae. both of your big brothers are lost to soccer. and now here you are, the youngest itoshi sibling left to cry. mom and dad have never paid much mind to you, why would they when both of their older sons are much better in everything, only achievements matter, nothing else. rin and sae always made it a point to take care of you and look out for you in the way their parents could not. you look back fondly on your memories of ice creams by the beach as kids.

the eldest itoshis were always into soccer, it’s a shame you weren’t, maybe things would have turned out differently if you could be half of what your big brothers are. maybe if you didn’t sit to the side with your hands on your knees watching them play all the time things would be different.

all of you guys are together again, but it’s not the same. no one cares about you like before, soccer is everything and you are nothing. rin left for blue lock and sae left for spain and for the longest time all you had wished for is your beloved big brothers returning home to be with you again. everything was so lonely without them there, the apartment a bit colder and the silences of the night more deafening. now they’re back, but you aren’t happy. why aren’t you happy?

rin promised he would always protect you

sae promised you would always be his precious imouto

so why are they so… so mean? what did you do to deserve this? what happened to the sweet kisses both of them used to give you in the mornings. what happened to rin holding your hand on your walks out, moving you away from the side closest to the road on the pavement? what happened to sae’s affectionate pats, all the times he would nibble on your ear? you miss it so bad, your heart aches so much. why are they so mean to you? why do they snap at you whenever you talk? why can’t you even look at them without feeling they have some sort of disdain for you?

you’re sitting. it’s 5 am and you’re in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. why are you awake? no idea. maybe the weight crushing your heart that amplifies whenever you remember how cold your brothers are to you now halted your sleep. it’s not like you have to work or anything, your brothers handle all of the finances. that must mean they still love you, right? it’s as empty as ever in the kitchen. don’t you miss how rin used to hold your wrist in his hands in the morning? you do, and now you’re crying, you’re crying into your bowl of cereal.

your brothers aren’t ignorant to this, particularly rin at the moment. he’s awake. your cries are really a reminder of how young you are. not in the sense you’re a child of course, but at the same time you are. you’re still his imouto, your cries bring him back to when you were kids, how you cried when you scraped your soft knee on the hard stone floor of the playground. how him and sae patched you up. it reminds him of when sae left for spain, and all you did is cry that you wanted nii chan to come home again. it reminds him of how you cried when he also left you, how you sniffled so sweetly and begged him not to leave you too. it reminds him of the time him and sae both looked at each other knowingly after hearing your delicate sniffles and heavy breathing from your bedroom, after him and sae were so mean to you. the bruise on your arm was pretty big after all, darkened too, no wonder you cried so much. broken doll. faint hearted imouto.

rin’s cold hand is on your shoulder, and you look at him with those big sad eyes that he hates (and secretly loves.) “shh, i’m sorry” isn’t it funny how life works? you were eating tear diluted cereal 20 minutes ago, and now your big brother, the one you yearned for all this time is in bed with you. you’re in his room again after what seems like a century, in your brother’s bed, kissing so sweetly. nothing like the bruise on your arm, he kisses you you all over, except for there. he ignores that part of you. you wonder if sae knows about this, would he be mad? mad that nii nii is all over you, kissing you, loving you, whilst sae is hating you? does he hate you? you thought rin hated you, but here you are now, the same as before, so maybe there’s hope. rin looks down at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world, like you’re some artifact worth millions in a museum. but the truth is you’re so much more than that to him. he licks around your eyes, tasting the remnants of your tears from before. “i love you ‘mouto” he mumbles to you. you look up at his eyes, he looks different, what did they even do to him at that blue lock place anyway? this isn’t your nii nii. but it is your nii nii. maybe he just grew up, maybe that’s what you need to do too. maybe that’s what he doesn’t want you to do, maybe he wants to keep you innocent and pure as ever. who knows, and who cares either, what’s the point of thinking about anything, either of you, when this is what you waited for for so long. don’t let overthinking ruin your moment.

it’s so nice laying next to rin again, so nice sleeping like this again, so nice feeling like before. who would want to change or grow up anyway when your mind would never allow anything that goes on between you and your brothers if you matured that extra mile, you’re so smart, but so dumb at the same time. you’re choosing to be unaware aren’t you? because living like this and feeling good is better than acknowledging how sick all 3 of you are. maybe just the two of you, because you feel like sae hates you. “nii nii, i love you, i missed you, don’t leave again please” you cry into his chest. he pats your back lovingly and pecks your head. yeah, you two are sick.

you three are sick. you are sick. sae has you pinned to the wall squirming under him. he missed it too, seeing what he can do to his sweet imouto. it’s funny really, how many times have him and rin done such things to you? probably in the thousands by now, or more, you’re doing this since you were kids after all, but the years of distance from you are blurred. he doesn’t even remember the exact timespan of it all. but it’s okay, he doesn’t want to concern himself with that right now, because it’s still funny, funny how they did this countless times, funny how they took your innocence so many times, yet you’re still as angel like as ever. an angel is what he would associate you with. because you’re so sweet and precious. you act the same as you did back then, it’s like nothing has changed. he’s pinning you to the wall, his hand pushing down on that turned a little too dark. and it hurts, maybe this is his way of ignoring it too, he covers it. the same thing he does with all his problems. covers them up. and rin avoids them. very typical of your nii chans. but don’t think about it too much little angel. don’t ruin the time you have with your brothers again. rin is the softer of the two. they love you, of course they do, you’re their baby sister. sweet and cute and pliant as ever. what’s not to love? sae is just rough on the edges, and blunt. way too blunt at times.

“why are you writhing under me like a whore, hm? is it enjoyable, ‘mouto” he chastises you for the way you squirm, the way you clench your legs together. it’s enjoyable, you like your time with sae and sae likes his time with you. he doesn’t mean anything too bad with his words, why would he? he loves you. he pulls back a bit and tucks your hair behind your ear. sae doesn’t do smiles, nor does rin of the time, you’re sunshine in a bottle though. you’re looking up at sae with those big eyes, the ones he loves so much, so cute, reminds him of when you were kids. his face doesn’t change, but his eyes are gentle. how do you even explain this? you just know he loves you from the way he looks at you, his eyes alone are enough. he kisses you again, sharing saliva with you, it’s intimate, he likes it. you like it. kissing your brother. he bites your lips until they bleed and sucks them so sweetly. you taste like sugar, a testimony to your sweetness. little cupcake. if you were a food you would be a cupcake, wouldn’t you? he thinks it suits you, cute, sweet and colourful. he licks up the blood from your lips whilst pushing down still on your arms against the wall. that’s gonna leave some handmarks. maybe they’ll cover the bruise, that nasty bruise. you’d like that, all your worries covered by sae nii’s hands. your eyes are closed whilst sae sucks at your pouty lips for that sweet blood of yours. he pulls back and wipes his mouth. you’re so cute like this. and he’s so hot like this too. but is it even good to do this? is this okay? it’s not normal, is it? why would any brother do this with his sister? but don’t think about it too much, don’t grow up too much imouto. because then you won’t have your brothers anymore. then everything will be ruined.

you’re sitting on the kitchen side the next day, your brothers tending to that nasty bruise. sae nii and rin nii fixing you up. but why don’t you feel happy? it’s like in the old days, how they’d always take care of you, sick princess. so why don’t you feel happy. maybe because you realised it’s wrong. but you don’t feel sad either. maybe you were grown up the whole time. maybe your brothers weren’t even pushing you away. none of this is coherent. why isn’t it making you happy? maybe it is, happiness is a subjective feeling anyway, maybe you aren’t recognising it. but it’s not a bad feeling, ah, that’s it, it’s so enjoyable isn’t it? when people realise their mistakes towards you, when people start amending all of the wrongdoing they did. when everyone pities you. when you get to lay in the arms of pity and regret of others who have wronged you. you jump down off of the side, cute bandage attached to your arm. you’re sick, all 3 of you, maybe you’re the most sick. but don’t dwell on it. you peck both of their cheeks for the help “love you sae nii, love you rin nii” and they ruffle your hair affectionately. this is what love is all about. you guys are disgusting, aren’t you?

[dreamofjoys]

IKEMEN PRINCE ♡ Break up prank

— Synopsis: You decided to pull a break up prank on your lover. How will they take it?

— Characters involved: Chevalier Michel, Gilbert Von Obsidian

— C/W: French kissing(tongue to tongue), sulky Chev, Gil threatening to wage war as a prank (or maybe not), they may come across as yandere but that’s not intended (just possessive)

You thought that it would be funny to try the break up prank with Chevalier and watch how he will react to it

“Chevalier….. lets break up”

Silence

The brutal beast continues sit on his usual place in the gazebo at the rose garden while reading his book. He didn’t even look at you, almost as if you weren’t there

“Uhm…Chevalier…?”

You took a seat next to your lover, waving your hand in front of him to get his attention

Chevalier did not react to your antics at all

Instead, he snapped the book shut and placed it aside

The next thing that you knew, Chevalier had grabbed you and placed you on his lap

His arms were encircled around your waist, hugging you tight to his body

“Chevalier, what’s going on?”

Still no response from him, but the grip he has on you tightened

“Hehhhhhh…. Are you sulking because I said that I would break up with you?” You grinned cheekily and wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling ecstatic at Chevalier’s reaction

Chevalier look away and let out a small hmph, still not responding

“Don’t sulk okay? It’s just a small prank.” You peppered his face with kisses, knowing that he loves being rained with kisses from you

When you kissed on his lips, Chevalier suddenly pinch on your waist, causing you to yelp in response

He quickly slip his tongue into your mouth, eager to explore every inch of it

By the time he was satisfied with the kiss, he pulled away and smirked at the sight of you panting

“I don’t see how you can break up with me, when you can’t even escape from my grip and attack.”

“Gilbert, let’s break up”

You stood in front of your lover, trying to muster up all the courage to stare back at his blood red eyes

You just wanted to know how Gilbert would react to this prank. Will he throw a fit? Will he start crying? Will he get mad?

Instead of being angry, Gilbert’s smile widened (:D)

“Little rabbit, I have something to show you.” Gilbert grabbed your hand and brought you back to his room

Something is wrong. Although this is a prank — a part of you knows that he might know too — He looks too calm and happy in this situation…

“Here, read this.” Your lover passed you a stack of documents while you eyed his suspiciously, wondering what is it

The title of the document is “Plan to Invade Rhodolite”

?????!!!!!!??????

“Ahhhh I’m so sad, my lover doesn’t love me anymore.”

“Wai-wait! Gil!”

“I have been working on this for awhile now. And right now, it seems like the perfect time to execute this plan. This project is going to be a big success, I can feel it.”

“It’s a prank!”

“If only the little rabbit showed me more love… then I wouldn’t have to resort to this.”

Finally deciding that he wasn’t going to listen to you, you flung yourself onto his body and hug him tightly

“Gil, I’m not letting you out of this room.”

“Ehhhh, I thought you want to break up with me?”

“N-no, I meant it as a joke! I still love you, Gil.”

“Really, how much do you love me?” Gilbert raised his eyebrow at you, eager to know what your response is

“I love you so much that I want to be glued to your side forever.”

“Really? Let’s do that then.” The smile on Gilbert’s face is so wide that he resembles a happy child who just received a christmas present

You thought that Gilbert was just pranking you back about glueing you to his side forever, but he ended up inventing a new type of glue a few days later

“Here little rabbit, let’s glue us together. What do you mean no? You love me right? We shall never be apart from each other.”

[lakesouperior]

🐻🐤🐰🦊 just some thoughts on the fnaf movie

🐻the attention to detail that was put into it, with all it’s little details and easter eggs. the posters in the background, (and i haven’t seen anyone bring this up), the guy who got face-mauled by the cupcake wearing a midnight motorist t-shirt. the spring lock scene. the fact that scariest of all the jumpscares (of which there weren’t a lot but it’s kind of for the younger demographic ig they can’t make it too bad) was freaking balloon boy. the highest kill count going to MVP Carl the Cupcake. this is what i mean when i say movies from established franchises should be made by fans, for fans.

AND THE MATPAT CAMEO. HIS ACTING ISNT EVEN BAD AND EVEN IF IT WAS I EOULD STILL LOEV ITTT DVDNFB

🐤 you can tell they put a lot of thought into the child actors. abby is phenomenal. the five missing children? properly creepy and sad looking.

🐰 characters were all really well written and entertaining. the karen aunt, for all that she is an antagonist and very much hateable, still manages to be funny. even background characters are hilarious, like Doug for example, and don’t even get me started on the friggin matpat cameo i nearly screamed in the movie theater.

🦊 vanessa and mike are naturally each other’s narrative foils (and stand-ins for respectively Michael Afton/Elizabeth Afton (MichaElizabeth if you will) and Charlotte Emily imo), and them saying the same line, the “that’s two jobs”, mike at the beginning, and vanessa at the end, TO THE SAME CHARACTER?? TO THE BIG FUCKIN BAD HIMSELF??? WHO THEY BOTH HAVE DEEP HISTORY WITH???? literally this is good writing. i’m not saying the movie is perfect because it isn’t, but this is good writing.

🐻 and vanessa, as much as she kind of is, doesn’t feel like a coward because her worst fear does come true. her own father, the person who she thought the world of, tries to kill her as soon as she steps out of line. her fear wasn’t unjustified. she spent her entire life under his control — has literally never known anything else, and to still rebel after so long must’ve been the hardest, most terrifying thing in the world but she still did it because she’d grown to care for mike and abby.

and this is what i mean when i quote that one post: “strong female characters ≠ characters who are female and punch good, but strong female characters = well-written female characters” like yeah, vanessa’s an antagonist, or an anti-hero i suppose, but she’s still, once again, likeable and mysterious and funny. and the “bring her here again and i’ll fucking shoot you”?? that was probably her first act of true rebellion, aside from telling mike more than she should’ve about the pizzeria.

🐤 mikes arc is a very obvious “let go of the past and learn to cherish the present” which isn’t exactly revolutionary, but i think it’s done quite well though it could be improved a bit. and as much as you think he is an absolute cabbage head for telling them they could have abby for even a second, but you still, once again, get it.

our man’s running on like two hours of sleep and also meds, finally getting to see his baby brother up-close and even touch his face for the first time in probably more than a decade of blaming himself, and then getting told he could go back and see his parents again, the grief over who he probably hasn’t been able to process since he had to take care of abby when they died (possibly even took his own life in the father’s case if he’s supposed to be a henry stand-in like i think and doesn’t that just make it fifty times worse)

and it’s set up that he wants that perfect family back, the kind that he had during his childhood, that abby never got to experience.

and maybe he feels guilty for that. maybe he thinks, in his sleep-deprived and grief-ridden mind, for only a moment, that she would be better off, since she seems to like the animatronics and their ghost children better than him and he still feels like he doesn’t know how to raise a kid.

🐰 speaking of abby, for once Child Character in the horror movie isn’t just there to do some stupid shit for Plot Reasons (cough, The Curse of La Llorona, cough cough). i mean yes, she does go with them at the climax, but she has been given no reason not to trust them and considering the fact that they are other children, it would honestly be more suspicious if she didn’t trust them (also we’ve been shown she doesn’t really have friends before the end, so they’re also her first and only friends, no wonder she’s clinging to them) plus she’s been left alone with the aunt she does not like, possibly still believing mike is abandoning her. you get it.

she’s also very entertaining in her sassiness. like “are you here to arrest my brother?” or “yeah, love you too bro, kinda don’t wanna die tho, can we leave?” literally i can’t stand kids in general, but especially so in in horror movies, but i would give my life for abby.

🦊and the drawing thing? it’s beautiful and sad and really hammers home the fact that these monsters, however scary they have been made by their brutal and cruel deaths, they were, and are, just children who didn’t deserve to die and communicate the same way children like abby do. it also makes abby herself relevant to the plot and actually useful.

🐻and about abby; i have my own Theory there. we know she wasn’t in the picture during Garrett’s disappearance, which means she’s at least twelve years younger than mike. it’s actually quite common for couples who are going through a rough patch to have kids to try to fix it, which i think is what happened here, made even more possible if they also had her as a sort of replacement for Garrett. this, as i said earlier, makes mike’s indecision all the more understandable — if abby doesn’t just look a lot like Garrett, but was actually supposed to be him and would’ve never existed if not for the tragedy.

but that’s Just A Theory. 🐻🐤🐰🦊

[gothgirlmahi]

Stocking Stuffer

Pairing: Violent Night (David Harbour) Santa Claus x Reader

Summary: Santa calls you into his office for a private meeting.

Warnings: breeding kink, size kink, unprotected sex, role play, use of “good girl”

Word Count: 1.7K

This was not good. This was not good at all. Never in your life had you been so behind on toy making! This year was insane!

Things weren’t like this a century ago. You could do dolls and toy cars and all sorts of board games with ease. But the kids today? It was Xbox and PlayStation and games you had never even heard of. iPhones and Fortnite and whatever else. It was never ending! It was like Santa wanted to work you all to death!

There was no possible way to keep up with it and he should have known that. You’d been meticulously checking the date and the time crunch was killing you. Every second closer to Christmas was another second you were running behind. You would finish in time, there was no doubt about that. Given that you were the leader for your team, you had a lot of pressure on you. Santa expected his elves to be hard working and pumping out those presents constantly. Normally you all could deliver, but this was obviously no normal year!

He had to understand that, right?

Apparently not. At least that’s what you suspected when you were called from your work station. One of the head elves came to collect you while you were working diligently at your desk. You couldn’t understand what could be so important to tell you during work hours. Then he dropped the bomb that Santa wanted to see you personally.

Look. You had seen Santa plenty of times when he was giving speeches and instructions, but never alone. What if he was mad at you? Oh god, what if he fired you? Could you all even get fired? Maybe you’d been watching too many human TV shows. Whatever was going on, it had your palms sweaty and your heart racing.

He led you to Santa’s office and left. Leaving you to stare down those big red and white doors you had never been inside without others to accompany you. You supposed it was now or never so you knocked.

“Who is it?” he responded after a moment’s silence. You said your name and he made a noise in affirmation before the door was pulled open.

You drew in a breath in awe as you looked up at him.

Of course you’d seen Santa plenty of times but hardly ever got this close to him. It was funny. None of the interpretations ever seemed to do him any justice. He wasn’t just some chubby old man with a white beard. He was, to your own admission, a very attractive man. With a grey beard and pretty hair that you sometimes dreamed of raking your fingers through. And he was so big. Tall, you mean. You of course didn’t know how big he was in any other areas.

Of course not.

“Just who I wanted to see. Come in.” He moved aside to let you in the door. You walked in and he closed the door behind you.

You’d been in his office before but never really had the time to look around. It was filled with little knickknacks and decorations, lots of red and white decor, and candy canes hanging from nearly every surface possible.

He gestured for you to sit in one of the chairs in front of his desk and you did, while he went and sat at his own chair behind the desk. The stern expression on his face did nothing to settle your unease.

“I hear your unit is behind this year. Do you care to explain?”

You were fully ready to grovel and beg. So you did.

“It’s been hard this year. You know, with gathering supplies and making the toys. I’ve never been late before! I’m certain we’ll have everything ready by Christmas Eve.”

He nodded, arms folded and a thoughtful look on his face.

“I hope you’re right. Everything must be ready on time. Wouldn’t it be tragic if we couldn’t deliver on our promises to the children? Imagine their sad faces.”

The thought of it made you want to cry. You’d never want to make a child sad! Your whole life revolved around creating things to make them happy!

“I’m sorry, Santa! We will have everything finished in time. We’ll do as much overtime as possible and get it done.”

He nodded before pressing his fingers to his temples, massaging them gently.

“This stress of this year has taken such a great toll on me. I’ve found myself in dire need of relief.”

Santa looked terribly stressed. You pushed forward in your chair, leaning over the desk.

“You shouldn’t feel so bad. None of this is your own fault. We’re all dealing with so many issues this year. Is there anything I can do to help you?”

“Well, there might be one thing. I was looking down in your section and you’re very productive. It’s just, that area isn’t great with stocking stuffers. We’ve had this problem with your section year after year and I think you need a demonstration.”

“A demonstration? On how to…make stocking stuffers?”

Santa shrugged folding his hands as he sat back in his chair.

“I was thinking more so a demonstration on getting stuffed.”

You blinked in confusion.

“I’m not sure I understand.”

Santa gave you a smile and a nod.

“Stand up and I’m sure I can show you.”

You stood up and carefully eyed the man in front of you as he rounded the desk, coming to stand right behind you. When you went to turn around, he held his hands firmly on your shoulders to keep you from moving. He pressed a strong hand to the middle of your back, slowly pushing you down until your upper half was flat on his desk.

When you felt him press his hips against yours, your eyes widened in surprise.

“I think I get it now,” you said, waiting in anxious anticipation for what he was going to do to you.

“You always were a smart one. Now just relax.”

He pushed your skirt up so it bunched around your waist then you heard him fiddling with the zipper of his pants. He easily ripped your panties off of you and threw them somewhere in his office.

You let out a gasp as the head of his cock pressed through your wet folds. He pushed into you slowly until his hips met your ass. Both of you groaned once he bottomed out. Santa took a firm grip in the meat of your thighs and slowly pulled out just to go back in with a vicious thrust that ripped a scream from you. He took up an absolute maniacal rhythm that had you moaning with each meeting of your skin.

“I needed this,” he murmured. His voice sounded strained.

You pressed your cheek into the desk, face staring at the wall but body fully immersed in what he was doing to you. One particular thrust had your back arching towards him and your nails digging into the wood below you.

“Oh, is that it? Is that your spot?”

Santa gently set one of your legs up on the desk and pounded you, making a wet slapping noise that echoed through the room. The change in position also enabled him to hit that spot again and again and again until your eyes were rolling my back.

“Santa, please! Fuck me! Oh my god, fuck me!”

He groaned, shuddering a bit when your cunt squeezed around him.

“Call me Nick.”

His cock felt amazing inside you. Thick and hitting every good spot imaginable. We’re you drooling? Oh, that would be so embarrassing. But you could barely form a thought past the thick meat slamming into your little pussy.

“This tiny cunt feels so fucking good strangling my cock. Fuck, with a cunt like this, you’ve gotta be on the naughty list.”

“No, no,” you begged, “I’ve been so good.”

“Shh. I know you’ve been good. You’re always so good for me. This cunt is mine. Only mine. You’re always so fucking good for me.”

“I’ll be so good,” you but your lip as you felt yourself getting close to tumbling off the edge, “always good for you.”

“Mmhmm. Good girls cum when asked. Are you gonna cum for me, gorgeous?”

“I—“ you couldn’t get your reply out before he was reaching under both of you to roughly rub at your clit. Your legs shook as you creamed around him. You were fairly certain you felt a little trickle of liquid come out of you while he kept pounding you, prolonging your orgasm and making you go absolutely stupid on his dick.

“I’m gonna give you your present a little early, honey. Shit, I can’t last much longer.”

“Please,” was the only thing you could manage to murmur.

“Santa’s gonna give you something special only you can have. But it’s gonna take nine months to get.”

You squeezed around him even tighter after hearing that, pulling a strangled groan from him as he filled you with his warm cream. The feeling of being filled by him had you coming again, writhing around and shaking while he kept your hips in place. He came so much it was dripping down your thighs and onto the floor.

When he finally pulled out, he stopped to press a kiss to your back. You were too exhausted to move.

“You were right,” he said, “I like the role play. It’s fun.”

“I told you. It’s nice to switch things up now and then,” you said, still with your cheek against the desk. He laughed and trailed his finger down your dripping sex, causing you to jolt a bit.

“As long as I get to fill you with baby batter, I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Fuck, Nick! I told you to stop calling it baby batter! It’s weird!”

“It is baby batter. Isn’t that’s the whole point?”

“Yeah, but I mean…” you trailed off, pushing yourself off the desk with some help from your husband. You felt your combined fluids steadily leaking out of you and crossed your legs uncomfortably.

“We are kind of behind on production, though,” he murmured, leaning down to get closer to eye level with you. You stood on your tippy toes to press a kiss to his lips.

“Back to work for both of us then,” you said, fixing your skirt. He nodded with a smile.

“Back to work, Mrs. Claus.”

[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻

paring: mum!florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluffy fluff, flo being a mum, uncle toby, r interacting with flo's kid, flo with heart eyes looking at them, doubts from flo

warning(s): fluff, so sweet it's kinda funny, grammatical errors

word count: 1.1k

note: First, I kinda wish this was longer but I think is quite sweet. Second, I'M RUNNING OUT OF NAMES IDEAS FOR FLORENCE'S KIDS. Like I know nobody gives a shit about their names, but for some reason it is so important to me. So if I ever repeat them just ignore it lol. Also, I saw an opportunity to bring marvel up and I don't regret it on bit. I'm not an english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you guys enjoy! <3

requests are open! + check my rules here + masterlist <3

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. Part 1 | Part 2 ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

You smiled at her, she looked like an angel in disguise, the moonlight reflecting on her eyes made it look like they were actually green aventurines, and you couldn’t help but get lost in them. 

“What?” she asked you, a smile forming on her lips. 

She shared the same amount of love you had for her, you could see it in those soft green eyes of hers.

“I just wish we could have more time,” you confessed, a bit of sadness in your words.

Florence and you were right at her front door. Your date had ended a few minutes ago when you parked the car in front of her home. Eventhoguh, the two of you had been dating for almost 7 months now, this was the first time you had driven her home. Which you did think was a bit odd, but never thought much about it. 

“Do you want to come in?”

You were taken aback by the question, not actually expecting that kind of request to slip out of her lips. 

“Do you want me to come in?”

“Of course, silly. I wouldn’t have asked you otherwise. Come on, we can watch a movie and you can stay the night if you want to,” she looked at you with big doe eyes, how could you say no to those beautiful pickle green eyes?

“Okay, yes,” you kissed her cheek, eager to be wrapped around her arms for the rest of the night. 

She looked for her keys, but soon the door was being opened from the inside by someone else. 

“Hello,” Toby said when the door was fully opened. “I’m sorry, Flossie, we didn’t expect you to come just yet. But we are on our way out, don’t worry. Hi, Y/n,” he said, finally looking your way and you returned the greet with a smile.

“He’s here?” Florence asked, she sounded both worried and comforted. 

“Mummy!” you heard someone shout, and a few seconds later a little man came running to Florence’s arms. 

Your eyes winded in realisation, as you watched them tightly holding onto each other, as if they haven’t seen each other in decades. This was Florence’s kid, a kid you had no idea that existed until now. 

“We’re sorry Flossie, Aaron here couldn’t sleep without his teddy bear. But we are leaving right now,” Toby said, gently pulling the kid away from Florence and trying to head him out the house. 

“Wait a second, uncle Toby. Who’s that?” he pointed at you, noticing your presence right next to his mum.

You looked at Florence, not sure what you were supposed to say. She looked back at you, also not knowing how to approach the situation. This was not how she expected for you to meet her child. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if you liked kids. Her eyes got watery when she realised that this was it, she had lost you forever. Who could ever want a woman with a child? Who could ever want a woman that had never said anything about having a child?

Maybe it was for the best. Maybe you and Florence weren’t a good match after all. And even though she felt so much love for you, her kid would always come first. Even if it broke her heart doing so.

“I’m Y/n,” she heard you say, interrupting her train of thoughts. 

She blinked her tears away, and focused her sight on you. You were kneeling in front of her child just so you could be the same height as him. 

“And what are you doing with my mum?”

You chuckled at the little boy’s tone showing how much he cared about her mother, “We just were about to watch a movie, right Flo?” you try to find her eyes seeking some kind of comfort for the both of you. 

She locked eyes with you, and realised that you weren’t angry, you were just a little confused. But Florence could work with confusion, she could explain everything to you and things would be alright in no time. 

“What are you guys watching?” he raised his brow at you. 

The more you looked at him, the more you could see Florence through his eyes. They were the same shade of green, the same brightness to them as her mum’s. The only difference between them was that his hair was darker, way darker than Florence’s, almost pitch black.

“Aaron, we have to go,” Toby tried to step in but there was no use. 

“What are you guys going to watch?” he repeated his question, completely ignoring his uncle. 

“Aaron, you should go with uncle Toby,” Florence tried. 

But you had his whole attention. 

“I don’t know, which one would you pick?”

“Well, I like superhero movies,” he gave you a warm smile. 

Good, you thought, he’s loosening up. 

“No way, I love superheroes. Which one is your favourite?”

“I really like Captain America, but I also like Hulk, because he’s so strong. And you?”

“Well, I am more of a Spidey kind of person, you know?” you trailed off. 

The two of you were so engrossed in your conversation that you didn’t notice Florence smiling at the two of you. Relief washed over her as she realised how much you and Aaron had in common, even though he was just a 10 year old and you were a proper adult. She laughed to herself realising how childish you could be sometimes. 

“Okay, Aaron, we have to go now,” Toby interrupted the two of you. 

“But I want to stay, I want to talk to Y/n some more,” he pouted and looked at his mom with big puppy eyes. 

You laugh at him, the same doe eyes Florence would give you when she deeply wanted something from you. 

“Baby, Y/n and I need to talk and—,” but you cut her off. 

“Oh, come on. You said we could watch a movie, right? Why can’t he join us?” 

“Yeah, I can join the two of you,” Aaron agreed. 

“Y/n, I don’t think that is a good idea…”

“Come on, Flor, we can talk tomorrow morning, okay? I want to get to know this little guy a little bit better,” she watched as you winked at Aaron.

“Yeah!” Aaron once again agreed with you, trying to convince his mum as well. 

Florence looked at her son and then back at you. The two of you had just met and you were giving her the same pouty lips. She playfully rolled her eyes at the both of you, maybe this was always how things were supposed to unravel. 

“Okay, he can stay,” she finally agreed. 

“Great, I’m the only one who isn’t wanted right now,” Toby joked. 

“Yeah, see you later, uncle Toby,” Aaron said gently pushing him out the door. “We have some movies to watch.”

Before Aaron shut the door on his uncle’s face, Toby laughed and quickly waved the three of you goodbye. Once Aaron turned around his eyes met yours. 

“So, Y/n,” you could hear the playfulness in his words. “Team Iron man or Team Cap?” he looked at you dead in the eyes. 

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-M

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One Piece chapter 1119 Review and Analysis

Confronting Wano’s lingering prejudices in the cover story is a pleasant surprise. I wasn’t sure there’d be a way to do it in the near-wordless cover stories, but Oda’s taking it on anyway. This choice helps retroactively justify the slow start to the story because of the contrast it creates with all the people heaping praise and assistance on them in the early installments. I did have, looking at this, a thought about Wano’s culture. Some comments are quick to call out the country’s citizens for not learning from the monster they created in Orochi by blaming blood instead of individual, and I myself was pretty hard on Hiyori on that point back when the arc ended. But we have to remember, the purge of the Kurozumis happened when Orochi was a child, and the man died at 54. So have these kids learned from what happened to Orochi? Hell no, they weren’t around for that. Even Hiyori wouldn’t have seen the events Orochi lashed out over. And yes, there may be older people alive who witnessed the full cause and effect, they might be forgiven for not passing that down fully to their kids considering what’s been happening to them for the past 20 years. You have to solve issues of life and death before people are able to ease their focus toward social problems. Hopefully Wano is now at the point where they can start doing that.

Mars’s “defeat” on the sea below is something I think could have been choreographed more clearly. Like, the concept works, but it’s spread over so many pages that it looks more like Bonney, Sanji and Franky push Luffy into Mars for an extended struggle before he flies away. Given that the final push seems to be Luffy fully inflating, what was the point of what the others were doing? I think this should have been something more like the launch of a cannonball, where the three hit Luffy simultaneously back near the ship and he flies out and hits Mars full force, carrying the launching power of their attacks. You could still fit the back and forth around using Haki into that in roughly the same number of panels, and the motions of it would actually make sense. Turning things that seem like the should be quick hits int physics-defying pushing struggles is nonsense when the anime does it to draw out scenes, and it’s nonsense when Oda does it too.

But luckily, this one kinda awkward clash actually isn’t the finale of the arc just yet. The Sunny’s group is being held up, presumably by Nusjuro, and the other Elders aren’t giving up yet.

I’m worried by Atlas’s moment though. That thought to Lilith about York’s monitoring feels really ominous for her survival chances. Are all the good Vegapunks really going to die together on Egghead? I wonder if Atlas and Lilith will work together to take York out of the World Government’s hands as well, ending them all in a blaze of glory. That would be a sad; they’re fun characters, and I really like Atlas’s design. Normally with Oda you wouldn’t worry about this kind of thing, but with Shakka and Pythagoras gone and Edison implied to be down and out as well, it’s starting to feel more likely.

And don’t think I didn’t notice his lack of fear about hitting the water after. It doesn’t outright confirm anything – we’ve seen a lot of Devil Fruit users make big risky jumps over open sea in the past – but it’s definitely an interesting addition to the evidence.

(Also the concern about the spat-out Cipher Pol agents “dying on impact” is pretty funny considering they’re only here after surviving the even bigger fall from the Labophase basement, but I guess the Marines on the ships wouldn’t know that.)

There’s the mystery of what makes the time right for EMET now, presumably the same thing Roger was “too early” for, but putting toegether the dots, what was it that made it seem like the time could be right 200 years ago. Have there been multiple opportunities to do whatever the One Piece was intended to do, and all we’re seeing is the one that works?

As ready as I am to see Elbaf, I’m also not going to complain about Egghead taking the extra few chapters it needs to totally put a bow on things. A climax for the remaining Vegapunks. The big escape for the Sunny’s group. A final smackdown on Saturn for all he put Kuma and Bonney through and the definitive last word of the broadcast are going to be worth it in the long run. Will the Elders be allowed to achieve their objectives of capturing Punk Records and the Mother Flame, or will Atlas/Lilith/Stussy perform one final, sacrificial act of sabotage and make it so everyone loses?

With break week nigh again, I’m going to drop volume 2 of my rewrite project at some point in the next seven days, either when spoilers would normally hit or when the official release would be on a chapter week.

Reminder that you can read this review and more on my Wordpress.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Chronicles of the Domain Ch 3 (BotW fic)

Summary: When a Hylian delegation is sent to Zora's Domain, no one really expected a child to be part of the group. Nevertheless, little Link steadily finds his place in this new strange world, while politics and worries prevail among the adults.

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Chapter 3 - Baby Link's Adventure!

This place was so big. He knew he wasn’t supposed to leave, but he really wanted to.

Papa had eaten breakfast with him and then the captain said Papa had to go guard some important people, which left Link all alone.

Well. Not all alone. Some other soldiers were here too. Link didn’t remember their names. There was one who shared a room with him and Papa. He had heard his name the most. Was it Nor? Maybe.

Then there were the others. One had freckles and red hair and looked like one of his neighbors back home, so he was Neighbor Soldier. Then there was one whose black hair was kept in braids so tight Link could see the skin on his head. They were in rows. They looked kind of cool. So he was Braids Soldier.

So far Link had noticed that sometimes some people would stay in their big room area and sometimes they would go to protect the important people. He guessed their duties changed every day. Papa seemed to guard a lot. But that was because Papa was really good at fighting. Link would be too someday. He was going to make Papa proud.

Today Neighbor Soldier and Nor were standing in the kind of house they were in. Papa and Braids Soldier were guarding with the captain.

Link missed Papa.

“Hey little guy,” one of the knights said with a smile. “Whatcha up to?”

“There are frogs,” Link said. “I wanna see the frogs.”

“Oh? Where are the frogs?”

“I don’t know, that’s what I want to find out!” Link said. “You can’t know where frogs are if you don’t look.”

Neighbor Soldier giggled in that low way that Papa did sometimes. “I guess you’re right. Maybe there are some hiding in your bedroom?”

“That’s silly,” Link said. “Frogs don’t need beds.”

“Are you sure?” Braids Soldier asked. “I thought I saw one sleeping in a bed the other day.”

Link squinted for a second. That didn’t seem right. But he guessed he should really check to be sure. He ran back to his room, peeking under the bed, on the pillow, under the pillow, and in the blankets. Then he stared at the bed and got a little sad because Papa wasn’t there. But definitely no frogs.

He knew there were frogs here, though! And if there were frogs, what else was here? He had to find stuff, and then he could show Papa! And then they could practice fighting together! Papa loved sword fighting.

Link headed out from his bedroom. Paused and thought about it. Went back to his bedroom to grab Mr. Moo, who had come from home with them. He’d forgotten Mr. Moo the last time he went out and now he felt bad about it. He squeezed the little plushie cow tightly as he peeked around to see the knights standing guard.

Papa said he had to stay here. But Papa had seen him leave before and hadn’t gotten that mad. Except he got mad the other day. But Link wanted to go. But Link didn’t want Papa to get mad.

But Link wanted to go. So he went.

Outside of the area where the knights stayed was big and open and wet. Why was water everywhere? He guessed it was because of the funny fish people. Fish liked water. But they weren’t swimming in it, which was weird. They were supposed to swim in it. They weren’t actually fish people, then. They were just silly looking.

He wondered if the funny looking girl who made his cut go away was somewhere close.

There were lots of people here. He felt a little weird for being the only normal one, as they all looked weird and kept staring at him. But he wanted to find frogs, so he would.

Oh! Something different! It glowed too. But it was much smaller than a frog. It looked like a glowy snail! He’d never seen snails glow! It was weird because when he put it in the sun it was normal but when he put it in the shade it kind of glowed. He wanted to show Papa, so he put the snail in his shirt. It was kind of sticky but he stopped noticing after a while.

“Stop right there!”

Link jumped a little, looking around to see who had yelled at him. He saw another one of the funny looking people, but this one was small, like he was a kid his age. He wasn’t the girl who fixed his cut because he had black skin instead of pink, and his weird skirt thing and arm flap things were different colors too. He ran over to Link.

“You’re a Hylian!” he said, pointing at Link.

Link scrunched his nose.

“You look weird!” the boy continued. “That’s how I know! You don’t look like a normal Zora boy. You… you are a boy, right?”

“Yeah,” Link replied. “Are you?”

The boy stomped his foot. “Yeah!”

“Well you look funny too,” Link pointed out, crossing his arms.

“No, I don’t! I look normal!” the boy argued. “My name’s Bazz. My Dad is a knight and I’m gonna be one too, and I’m patrolling the Domain. You’re supposed to be with the Hylians.”

Link scrunched his face. “Where’s your sword?”

Bazz blinked. “What?”

“You said you’re gonna be a knight and you’re patrolling but you’ve got no sword!”

“We use spears,” Bazz huffed. “I mean. Some of us have swords too, but a lot of us use spears.”

“So where’s your spear?”

“I don’t have one yet!” Bazz answered. “I’m too little. But I can still patrol.”

“I have a sword,” Link said.

“No you don’t!” Bazz argued.

“Yeah I do!” Link argued back. “Look!”

With that, Link motioned for Bazz to follow him, and the two ran back to the home Link was staying in. Nor stared at him as he ran by, asking him a question, but Link ignored him for a second. Mama told him he shouldn’t do that, but this was important. He wanted to show Bazz his sword so he could prove he was a knight because Bazz was being dumb and he didn’t like it.

Link slid under the bed before pulling out the wooden sword. “See?”

Bazz stared, and he suddenly didn’t seem annoyed anymore. “Whoa! You have an actual sword? Well, it’s not actual, but—you have a sword!”

Link smiled, suddenly excited. “Yeah! You wanna see how it works?”

“You swing it, duh.”

“What are you two doing in here?”

The boys gasped, turning to see Neighbor Soldier watching them from the doorway. His freckles moved as he frowned, and then he asked Bazz, “And who might you be, little one? This is the Hylian area, I’m afraid. You should go.”

“But he’s my friend,” Link said quickly.

“Oh?” Neighbor Soldier laughed. “Well, if that’s the case, I guess he can stay a little bit. But listen, kid, I’m going to help you find your parents by noon, okay? No lunch here.”

Bazz nodded a little timidly, watching Neighbor Soldier leave. Link smiled at him. “Don’t worry, he’s nice.”

“Dad’s not so sure,” Bazz said quietly. “He says Hylians can’t be trusted. But you seem kind of okay, I guess.”

“I can show you how to fight with the sword,” Link offered, eager to share.

Bazz immediately smiled and laughed. “That would be great!”

The two ran out of the bedroom so Link could find something for Bazz to fight with. When Neighbor Soldier said Link couldn’t have a real sword, the two huffed and headed outside of the house area again. Link found another snail and put it in his shirt with the others and then when they couldn’t find another sword, Bazz said they could go outside the Domain and look for sticks there because there was grass and trees there. Link agreed, as it sounded like a good idea, but Bazz said he would have to sneak by guards, and Link wasn’t sure that was a good idea because Papa might get upset if he went too far.

But the sword fighting seemed really cool. So Link really thought hard about it.

In the end, though, he told Bazz they could sneak tomorrow. He would ask Papa. He wanted to show Papa his snails too. So instead of fighting today, Link showed Bazz Mr. Moo. Bazz thought Mr. Moo was really cool, and Link liked that. As the two talked about Mr. Moo, Bazz told Link about different things about the funny people (Zora? Bazz said they were called Zora) and Link liked hearing about it. Link asked about the girl from the other day, and Bazz said it sounded like Princess Mipha. Princess seemed like a weird first name, but Link didn’t mention it.

As Link said his goodbye to Bazz for lunchtime, he saw a familiar face, and he ran towards her. “Hey! You fixed my cut.”

Princess Mipha, maybe, looked at him and then smiled, though she kind of hid behind the railing of the stairs. “Yes. I’m glad you’re not hurt today.”

Link stared at her, wondering what he should say next. Then he held out Mr. Moo. “Do you want to see Mr. Moo?”

Princess Mipha walked towards him curiously, and the two sat in the water as Link explained all about Mr. Moo’s life back home. He wouldn’t let her touch Mr. Moo, though. He liked him a lot and didn’t want him to get hurt or wet.

“Link?”

Link gasped, turning. “Papa!”

Papa watched him confusedly, hand resting on his sword hilt, before he relaxed a little. “What are you doing out here?”

Link suddenly felt a little guilty, but he reached into his shirt and pulled out the snails instead. “Look what I found! I couldn’t find any frogs though, and I wanted to find frogs, but these snails glow, Papa! Like if you put them out of the sunlight they glow, they made my hands glow, but they’re not like lanterns because they’re not that warm and they’re kind of slimy.”

Papa looked between Link and Princess Mipha, and he did a strange kind of bow towards Princess Mipha. “Your Highness.”

Link looked at him, confused. Why wasn’t he noticing him? “Papa, look at the snails.”

“I see them, son,” Papa said. “But you shouldn’t be out here. We talked about this.”

“I was showing her the snails and Mr. Moo.”

Papa blinked. Then he blinked again. “Mr. Moo?”

Link showed his plushie. “I brought him from home.”

Papa smiled a little. “Link, that’s a heifer, not a bull.”

“Huh?” Link stared at his plushie and then back at Papa, frowning. “Mr. Moo is a cow.”

“But bulls are boy cows and heifers are girl cows,” Papa explained. “Your cow has udders, she’s a girl and she’s a mama.”

“Udders?”

“For milk, son.”

Link stared thoughtfully at Mr. Moo as Papa spoke to Princess Mipha. Princess Mipha said something about needing to see her father, and Link gasped as he realized something.

“She has boobies?” Link asked, staring at his Papa intensely and shaking his cow plushie.

Papa blinked again, making a funny face. “Link—”

Link gasped again, coming to an even better realization. “She has moobies!”

Papa coughed. “Link, no—”

Link immediately showed Princess Mipha. “I was wrong, this isn’t a mister! She’s a mama and she has moobies!”

“What are moobies?” Princess Mipha asked.

“Goddess Hylia,” Papa muttered, rubbing his face. Why was he talking to the goddess when he wasn’t praying?

“Moobies are for milk for cows, and boobies are for milk for Hylians!” Link explained importantly. Then he grew confused. “Do Zora have boobies?”

“Link,” Papa hissed. “That’s enough.”

Link could tell Papa was getting mad. He closed his mouth, not sure what was wrong, but he hesitantly held Mrs. Moo a little tighter. Papa sighed, telling Princess Mipha he’d take her to lunch. Link felt his eyes sting a little. Why did she get to go to lunch with Papa and not him?

“Papa, I’m hungry,” he said.

Papa paused, watching Link and looking a little sad. “We’ll eat dinner together, son. I promise. But go eat lunch with the other knights, okay? I have guard duty still.”

Oh, that’s why. But what did Princess Mipha have to do with that? Link sighed, hanging his head and going back towards the house place, but he wanted to see where they were going, so he hid behind a wall instead and watched Papa and Princess Mipha leave. Then he followed them, though he didn’t get very far before Bazz stopped him.

“What are you doing?” Bazz asked. “You can’t go to the banquet hall.”

“What’s the banquet hall?” Link asked back.

“That’s where the royal family eats.”

Royal family? Royal family. That sounded familiar. Wasn’t there a Hylian royal family? He remembered they were super important people.

Ooooh. Papa was guarding important people. That made sense. But then why was Princess Mipha there? That seemed silly.

Sighing, Link pouted, but Bazz told him they should explore the Domain together instead, so they did. Link couldn’t believe how big this place was, and the more they looked around, the more he kind of liked it. He was getting hungry, though.

Bazz introduced Link to a friend of his named Rivan, who was a little shorter than Bazz and had brown colored skin where Bazz was black. It looked like all Zora had two skin colors and then flappy fin and skirt things that had colors. But why didn’t they have hair? And why didn’t they wear real clothes? They were all really confused when he asked, and Link told them he’d bring them some shirts to try tomorrow. Bazz said he’d bring Link jewelry, which Link thought was weird because the only jewelry boys usually wore were earrings. He guessed sometimes he saw Grandpapa wear a necklace sometimes. But everything here was shiny jewelry, and that was kind of weird.

Link’s stomach growled, and he flopped in the water sadly. He wanted to eat. He missed Papa. Why did he have to guard important people?

It was his duty. That was why. Link knew that. But he still wished his duty could also include eating lunch with him.

Eventually, Bazz and Rivan said they had to go, and Link dragged his feet back to the Hylian house. Nor watched him and walked to him while Neighbor Soldier kind of didn’t.

“Where’ve you been?” Nor asked. “You know you’re not allowed to wander. Did your father not tell you that?”

“Oh, lay off the kid,” Neighbor Soldier said as he leaned against the wall. “He wants to explore.”

“He could cause problems.”

“He’s making friends,” Neighbor Soldier pointed out. “I’d be more worried about him getting hurt than causing problems. These Zora aren’t exactly the friendliest to Hylians.”

“I made friends,” Link pointed out.

“You sure did, kiddo,” Neighbor Soldier said brightly with a smile. Link smiled back. He liked him. “But Norri does have a point. You shouldn’t wander too much, okay? Not everyone wants to be your friend here.”

“I saw Papa, though.”

“And he didn’t immediately tell you to come back here?” Nor asked, looking annoyed.

Neighbor Soldier rolled his eyes. “Hey Link, why don’t you get some food? Go to the dining area, I’ll bring you a plate.”

Link got excited. He was really hungry. He hurried over to the dining area while the knights started to talk to each other. They sounded kind of angry, and he wasn’t sure why. Was it really that bad that he’d explored the Domain? It had been such a good day, though!

As Neighbor Soldier brought him some food, Link ate it really quickly, excited when he saw Papa come through the door. He was really tired, though, too, but he wanted to tell Papa about his day.

Papa picked him up, kissing him and making him giggle. But before Link could really talk to him, Papa laid him down for a nap, saying he should go to bed early since he didn’t nap earlier in the day. Link pouted at that. He… he just wanted to be with Papa.

Sighing, Link twisted in the blankets. Well. It wasn’t all a bad day. He was maybe kind of starting to like it here. He hoped the letter reached Mama soon so she could come too. And maybe he could talk to Papa tomorrow.

Closing his eyes, he settled in for some sleep, Mrs. Moo clutched firmly in his grasp.

[icebluecyanide]

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The last episode already!!! *screaming*

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Oh Mrs Jones was John’s handler?? No Ash :(( 

Omg Alex finding out about the nanoparticles!! 👀 Love the moment of realisation

“I went in myself, undercover” oh they really don’t like committing to Alex joining Scorpia of his own free (misguided) will huh. Like not to keep comparing to the book but in the book it’s Blunt who lies to say that Alex was working for MI6 all along when Alex is still feeling bad about being with Scorpia and wonders if Blunt will tell the whole Cobra meeting what he did

Why did Jack even think Alex would be safe going back to Scorpia ahsldfhs

Love Alex not telling people he’s going to die, keep those secrets, Alex <33

Lmao they’re not even staging a breakout?

I feel like it really should not be that big a leap to work out that Julia Rothman wants Alex dead

Why does it sound like Alex is just improvising here ashdlfhs did they not come up with a cover story for how he escaped?? Did they not have budget to shoot the car crash ahsldfhs

I think Nile should have stayed to watch Alex get changed like in the books 😔

“We can get him out the moment I get there, get him clear” I mean I love Alex but like… if he’s dying there is also a whole city dying so is this really your top priority?

Alex’s Scorpia uniform lmao

Wowwww Alex is really not good at this undercover thing huh

No Yassen around anywhere :((( 

Lmao that was so easy unplugging that thing

Damn Nile, that’s some good whump

Oh, she’s running :(((( This show did Julia Rothman dirty tbh

To lose another child 👀👀

Ayyyy Nile escape!! Good on you, Nile

Ahsldfhs Julia Rothman’s poor info security leading to all the other Scorpia members

“I think it’s best all round if we put our differences behind us” ahsldfhslh

“That’s your resignation letter” lmaooooo love it

Ahsldfhs is Blunt gonna resign instead and let Mrs Jones lead the department? Because that would be wild 

Omg he did leave?? Ahsldfhds that’s really funny because Blunt was the only one I liked & this was actually the story he came out looking best imo

Awww Alex getting his dad’s medals 🥺🥺

Love the job offer after university 👀👀 Great set up for post-canon fics haha

Omg Yassen saving Alex from being shot!!!!! They’re both alive at the end!!! Yassen nodding at Alex!!!

Overall

Some nice emotional beats with Alex learning about how he’s going to die, and I like the parallel with Alex shooting past Nile the way John shot past Yassen. Also I really liked the way they wrapped it all up, love the idea that was set up of Alex working as a spy after university and of course the bit where Yassen saves him. Some really great set up for post-canon fics there and everyone I cared about is alive so loved it!

Thoughts

It’s funny how Alex’s age is glossed over in scenes like the art gallery on Malta, but then the Home Secretary is immediately like ‘how old are you’ because he’s visibly a teenager. In general it was kind of wild how she tried to shut the Department down, although I did enjoy the brief moment where Alex was arrested again. Loved Blunt handing her her letter of resignation letter at the end.

I think this show and I disagree on what’s important for a department like The Department, but I don’t think Blunt should have had to resign at the end there. I guess they wanted a nice resolution there and Blunt stepping aside made it easier, but everyone in the Department aside from Blunt was annoying me by how emotional and attached to Alex they got, so I was sad to see him go lol. Like, I remember there was a line in the book about how the SAS team attacking the church had been told by Blunt that the transmitter was their first priority and their second was Alex Rider and honestly he wasn’t wrong for that?? It was kind of wild with the way the team was talking about getting Alex out safely like they weren’t bursting in trying to stop a whole city from getting killed.

I wish Yassen had been in more of this episode, and I was expecting him to actually be around for Invisible Sword, but I guess he had nothing to do with it. Maybe he even went looking for Alex after all? But I love how he shot Nile at the end there, and I’m glad there was no last minute reveal that he knew about John all along. I love how it ended with him nodding at Alex and walking off (into the sunset) and I can totally imagine them meeting again down the line.

Not a fan of Mrs Jones being the one in charge of the stuff with Alex’s parents when in the books it was Blunt who seemed to have run John (with Ash as the point of contact). In general I guess it plays into the way they made Mrs Jones softer and warmer than in the books. For all that this show had them blackmail Alex, and it seems like a grittier take than the books, they actually lose a lot of the book’s edge, also when it comes to stuff like Alex actually joining Scorpia. Like, with the way Alex mentioned it and Jack mentioned it, I’m starting to think Alex really was just pretending to join Scorpia from the start, which I guess is a nice parallel to John, but it’s also vastly less interesting than him actually being manipulated into joining them.

Speaking of John though, I find it a bit hard to believe that no one went ‘oh okay Scorpia are still out there and they want revenge against the department and also remember that time John and his wife’s plane got blown up? In retrospect maybe that was them like Alex said’ and then they could follow that up with ‘if Julia knows about John and all of this is revenge, maybe she wants to kill Alex’. And even if they don’t know that, it’s still pretty dangerous for him to go back if Scorpia assume he has been turned and is working for MI6 now. Especially given how long he was arrested for. I can’t believe they didn’t even try to fake the escape but just had Alex walk out and call them.

Also Alex’s undercover stuff was so bad?? Like Alex I know you know that Julia Rothman wants to kill you but if you play along you could have had your hands free at least?? Though I suppose in fairness to Alex he was trying to distract her to delay things.

This show did Julia Rothman dirty tbh. They made it all about a personal revenge because she loved/was seduced by John and apparently gave up tons of Scorpia secrets and she had multiple male Scorpia members calling her mad for it, plus she didn’t even get to shoot the guard for trying to run away? I hate to say it but Mrs Rothman and Nile were both more fun in the book, though I do love the Nile casting. I really wanted Scorpia to have more of that ‘oh we’re all friendly but if you betray us we will kill you’ vibe.

Okay so enough complaining, here are some positives: Just about anything John and Yassen was very good, loved the Yassen and Alex scenes, and really that was what I was here for so I’m happy. Really good ending and I’m glad they seemed to know they weren’t going to do another season and actually wrapped the story up well. On the whole this season was so much better than I dared hope for, and I think it probably holds up pretty well if you are less into the book like I am. The show’s clearly not telling the same story and that’s fine, and I think it probably told the story it wanted to tell quite well. And I got my John and Yassen and Alex scenes and John/Yassen flashbacks so I’m happy.

[winniethewife]

Jewels made of stardust  

(Poe Dameron x OC! Rhoswen Jewelace.)

Chapter 2: We were young and so inspired

Last chapter ~ Next chapter

Words: 922

~Three years before.~

Poe and Rhoswen sat on the cliff side looking out on the ocean and into the stars. They sat almost close enough to touch but they weren’t. He looked over at her, her red hair pulled back into a ponytail, her Emerald eyes sparkling in the moon light, her lips parted ever so slightly in awe of it all. She was so damn pretty, but she was his new generals adopted daughter and somehow that felt off limits.

“Do you ever think about what you’ll do when this is done?” Rhoswen asks as she continues to look out at the stars.

“Uh…no, not really… I’m a here and now kinda guy.” He admits as he looks away from her and out on the water. She laughs at his response.

“Yeah, I get that…I donno, I know my mom wants me to lead, do something maybe with politics, y’know become a senator or something.” She runs her fingers along her arm as she speaks

“But what do you want to do?”  Poe asks with curiosity in his voice, He looks back at her. He would never understand what it’s like to carry the burden of being part of a family with a heritage and lineage like hers, even if she was adopted into the family, it was a pretty big deal to be the child of heroes, probably a lot of pressure.

“Me? I just…I want to see everything the galaxy has to offer, I want to see it all…” She looks over at him surprised to see him watching her, a smirk appears on her face.

“That sounds…perfect.” Poe says quietly

“Well, I could use a co-pilot…”

~current day~

Poe sat with Finn in the mess hall as he pushes his food around.

“You’ve gotta eat.” Finn chided Him as he looked at his food like a sad little mastiff

“I’m not a child Finn…I can figure it out.”

“figure out how to eat? I donno how you’re alive if you haven’t figured that out.”

“Oh ha-ha very funny Finn.” Poe glares at his friend.

“What? I’m just trying to help.” Finn says defensively. Poe sighed and set his fork down.

“I’m sorry, it’s really not you. I just…” His sentence trails off as he sees a red haired woman walk by…its not her and he doesn’t hide his disappointment.

“Its like you want her to walk in here and keep fighting.” Finn chuckles as he sees where Poe was looking.

“Look if we’re fighting we’re talking and that’s better than nothing.” Poe remembers when she wouldn’t even look at him after their big blow out, he felt like he was drowning, at least if they fight, he feels like there’s a chance to survive. Finn shakes his head at his friend and focuses back on his food. Poe knows he doesn’t get it. No one does. Poe gives up on food and leaves the mess hall to try and clear his head. He knows he’ll probably fall back into his normal routine, the only thing that keeps his mind off…everything… Do his reports, go to the cantina, pick up some girl or guy, sleep with them, leave by morning. The Dameron special.

~

Rhoswen sat on her bed her head in her hands, she was so done with today. So done with everything. Nothing made sense anymore. Every damn day in the galaxy made less and less sense. Her father was dead, her brother killed him, and since then she pushed everyone as far away as possible. She couldn’t lose anyone else. It was too much a risk. Then hearing a light knock on the doorframe she looks up. General Leia Organa, Or as Rhoswen knew her…

“Mom… I’m really not in the headspace for another lecture.”

“I’m not here to lecture. This time.” Leia says as she comes to sit by her daughter.

“I’m not sure I’m in the mood for motherly advice either…” She mutters. Leia laughs.

“Well, which would you rather get, a lecture or motherly advice?” Leia asks with her signature smile on her face. Rhoswen sighs.

“I guess I’ll take the motherly advice, Just don’t count on me putting it to use.” she replied with a grimace as she looked at the woman who had taken her in at a young age, and had become her mother.

“I wasn’t counting on it. You were always stubborn, you learned from the best.” Leia says as she put a hand on her thigh. “You don’t have to fight him every step of the way you know? You two used to be close, you practically begged to be on Black Squadron-” Leia was trying her best before she was interrupted

“That was before Starkilller…”

“I understand that…”

“Look Mom, I understand your concern, but I just… after that big fight we had, we both said things that we can’t take back… I don’t think Poe and I will ever recover from that, but that’s for the best, I’m much more Solo than Organa, I do better alone.” She says as she gives Leia a sad smile.

“That’s the thing, Solo’s were never actually very good at being alone, they were just very good at pretending they were.” Leia squeezes her thigh slightly as she returns the smile.

“Well, I’m gonna keep pretending for now…but thanks.”

“Any time…” Leia stands up and starts to walk to the door before turning to her daughter. “Poe…he reminds you of him doesn’t he?”

“With every breath.” She admits

“Me too.”

~

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[sniigura-archive]

where are you? (i don’t want to die alone) (2)

chapter 1

warnings: brief mention of drug addiction and homelessness, child/emotional neglect

notes: i think im soooo funny . when im not. sadly

after that embarrassing breakdown in the hallway, you decided to simply make your life harder by leaving 15 minutes later for school. that was to ensure you didn’t cross your neighbour. that tactic worked great, and the sprint to the train station was something you really enjoyed. not.

your stamina sucked and you weren’t even fast, missing the train by a few secounds more than once. your teachers were starting to hate you. if somebody asked you if everything is ok at home one more time you will lose it.

is everything ok at home?

everything is like it always is. lonely? very. but! its not like your father, the all might, was abusive. he doesn’t hit you, he doesn’t yell, you guys don’t fight even. of course, you can’t fight if you don’t see each other.

but it’s ok, because it has always been like this. there was a short time were it was different. obviously the number one hero doesn’t want to care for a child. he was forced into it, since your mother died.

very sad, very depressing, very traumatic.

your feelings didn’t matter not back then, not now, especially not if you miss your train one more time. because than you’re going to throw yourself infront of the next train that is coming.

god seemed to hear you, because you were able to get into the train right before the doors closed on you. one day out of five where you are not late! a win, truly. the next minute you cash in the biggest fucking lose you could ever get. damn izuku takes the same train as you.

spotting the green child makes you see red. what the hell was he even doing here? U.A was in the different direction. izuku was like a thorn in your eye. part of you was aware that he is innocent, he’s a good kid, after all. but god, did you want to punch him. you were never in consideration for becoming all mights successes, you knew that, toshinori knew that, your mother in the afterlife knew that, and nearly all heroes aware of you knew that. which wasn’t a lot of people, but enough to make you feel worthless.

well, you weren’t cut out for hero work. your emotions were too unstable, you were too unpredictable and introverted. which was fine by you, p.e was never your strong suit and stress situations make you panic, when you panic nothing good happens. but he could have at least asked you.

your train arrived at your station, and since luck was following you, izuku also got out at your station. for a quick moment you played with the thought of just getting out at the next station, but coming late would make your teacher murder you. well, its not like you will see him again today.

as fast as possible, you started your walk to your school. what you were thankful for was the doors hero society opened (and closed, but lets focus on the positive), once hero schools opened, with the support and management course being added, highschools with other specialised focuses such as on art and science were founded. most of them were privat and horribly expensive, but this is the life of a nepotism baby. money was the least of your problems.

you were lucky enough to get accepted into a prestigious art school, where you couldn’t even buy your way in. your focus was on performing arts.

the reason you got in was because of coincidence, on some parts. people always complimented your voice. so, you started with covers on youtube. pulling mikus name through the mud with your performance. you blew up, went viral. again, and again you hit the recommended page. you left the covers behind and uploaded your own poorly done song.

this was when you were 13, now you are 17 and hitting charts after charts on spotify. once you grew big it was hard to handle everything, especially since you’re minor. at the end, it wasn`t your father who helped you out. it was the hero commission. probably because having all mights child commit tax fraud would be hard to explain and cover away.

one of the reasons you can do that, is that you’re anonymous. somewhat. it’s a badly kept secret in your grade especially, that you’re famous. not giving concerts and only showing yourself with different masks makes the internet go crazy.

well, showing your channels and the proof that yes, it is really you made them accept you so fast. hurray! it was nice there, your school didn’t have an uniform requirement so everyone was able to dress however they want. p.e consisted of dancing and your main subjects were also relaxing. even though its still school, it became a safe haven to you. a place where you meet our friends and do the things you love.

which is why it doesn’t make you very happy to see class 1a with eraserhead and all might, looking completely lost. once toshinori actually spots you (you’re surprised he knows what you look like), he immediately calls out,

“hold still, unknown civilian! we require your assistance.”

and because youre too stupid to act like you didn’t hear him over your headphones, you actually slow down. “huh? what the…”

“do you know perhaps the way to the musashino art school? the highschool, not university. it seems like we are lost..” ah, that’s your school. of course you know the way. what are they doing there?

with the confidence of 100 pro hero’s combined you pointed out the way to the class, “…you just have to follow this street and then go left. you can’t miss it.” its the wrong way and the opposite direction of where the school actually stood. this was karma for not knowing to which school you go.

eraserhead, with a map in his hand, seemed to realise that you’re a liar. his eyes were narrowing at your directions. how to make an enemy for yourself: speed run edition.

“right. and to which school do you go?” the exhausted teacher asked.

“i don’t go to school, i’m actually homeless and a drug addict. have a good day.” with that you quickly bowed and speed walked off. in the corner of your eyes you could see how all might tensed up at your introduction. get fucked.

[cobiehaven]

Hunted — Hwang Hyunjin

SYNOPSIS; you don’t know what you did to get on someone’s bad side so much to have them hire someone to kill you but with your record, you weren’t about to let some tall man, dressed in all black, overpower you.

PAIRING; hitman!hyunjin x boxer!reader, ft. boxer!changbin.

GENRE; drama, angst, slightly funny.

WORD COUNT; 3.2k

TAGS/WARNINGS; hitman au, assassin au, boxer au, slightly violent scene, strong language, lowkey not really a suggestive scene, hyunjin lowkey is crushing on reader, frequent death storyline mentioned, no established ending.

AUTHORS NOTE; i know a hitman and assassin are two different things but we can pretend that it’s the same in this context 🫶.

you don’t know what you did to get on someone’s bad side like this but you sure as hell thought you didn’t deserve to be targeted like this.

three weeks ago, your life started going down hill when your family went off on a business trip to the states. you stayed behind because you had a lot of financial businesses to catch up with and you wouldn’t be able to make up for those outside of your hometown. fully expecting your parents to return back home safely, you were greeted with the police knocking on your door in the middle of the night to let you know that your parents had been deemed missing and presumed dead after two weeks. although you weren’t there for your parents disappearance, you just knew your parents wouldn’t kill themselves and leave everything up to you. you were an only child and your parents were always happy and loyal people, they would never think of doing something like that or leave you with nothing but grocery money!

especially without leaving a note!

besides, it was a common thought for old people to assume that suicide was a selfish way to go. your parents definitely fell under that category.

in your head, it didn’t make any logical sense as to why your own flesh and blood would take their lives without leaving behind a note.

you sighed as you knew that you wouldn’t get your answers just by moping around and hoping something was going to start piecing together. you needed more evidence. and that’s was what you were going to get!… just as soon as you got the money to afford a plane ticket to the states. for now, you were just digging around in all of your parents records or what they had that could lead to people who might have disliked or known of someone who disliked your parents enough to drive themselves to murder.

so far, all of the people and places you have visited hasn’t been in your best of luck.

you sighed and closed up the big cardboard box on the floor, lifting it into your arms and shoving it back on the top shelf of your parents closet. as you wiped the sweat from your forehead, your attention was brought to the buzzing noise coming from the bedside table. you smiled when you saw your best friends name pop up on the screen, wasting no time to answer it. “hey binnie,” you nicknamed him. “what’s up?” you could hear slight rustling on the other side of the phone, you left him on speaker as you finished up gathering the mess you had made while researching. “just wanted to check in on you,” he said as you playfully rolled your eyes.

“bin, you know you don’t need to be my therapist and check up on me everyday every two hours, right?”

“i know but if i lost my parents i’d be pretty-“

“it’s fine. i’m not sad, i’m just…”

“depressed? anxious? mourning? slowly but surely going insane?”

“….”

“….”

“are you done?”

“most definitely.”

the both of you shared a small laugh together before you could hear your phone going off again, the familiar facetime ringing boosting a good kind of happiness in you. you reached for your phone, accepting the facetime and nearly jumping when changbin screamed at you through the phone. “what?!” you clutched your hands to your chest. “why do you look so exhausted?!” you blinked at him, he blinked back, you rolled your eyes, he pursed his lips. “i told you, i’ve been looking for stuff all night.” you did indeed tell him this when he called you at like 4 in the morning asking for yet another daily checkup. “i don’t know how you forgot, you literally called me again 10 minutes after i told you i was fine this morning,” you shrugged and dropped the papers back into the other box you had laid out. “i was bored that time! there’s a difference!” you just hummed in response.

“so we’re you only calling me to check up on me or did you call for something else?”

“i actually did call for something else.”

“i’m listening.”

“when are you moving out of the house?”

ah, this question. it was one that you were highly and desperately trying to avoid answering and conflicting with. the landlord has been after your ass the whole week since it was just the start of a new month. she couldn’t give you any more chances if you were going to drag out the payments like this. but the thing was… you had no other choice when you needed the money to spend on food.

“that is a great question,” you answered shortly after, trying to make it seem like you weren’t stressed out by it.

“hey! if you come by the gym, i think the coach was talking about setting up a bed for you upstairs since you won’t be having a place to stay soon.”

“binnie, you know i don’t take offers like that. tell him i said i’ll be fine and wouldn’t want to dirty his spare place just because i have a lot going on.”

“you know he won’t give up on asking.”

you sighed, just wanting this whole mess to come to a close. although, it was only you who was dragging this out. you didn’t tell anyone about your self-induced investigation except for changbin but somehow it seemed like a good people knew by now. you should have known that telling him would cause problems when you considered how loud he was.

“he’s only going to keep asking you if you keep skipping practice.”

“he’s going to keep asking me even if i come to practice.”

“i think you should just take the offer. i mean, what else do you plan to do? respectfully, i know you don’t have the money to afford a place.”

“i can afford a place!”

“i mean a safe place.”

you didn’t say anything as you both knew that if you didn’t take the coaches offer, then you would either be sleeping on the streets or be sleeping in a run down building with wanted criminals as your next door neighbors.

besides, changbin was fully aware of this strange feeling you’ve been getting whenever you were alone.

the feeling of someone watching you constantly.

it was best to play your cards safe for the time being.

“fine, i’ll talk to him about it tomorrow,” you sighed, glancing over to the outdated calendar of two years. you weren’t surprised that your parents still used it as they couldn’t afford wasting money on another nice looking calendar. every penny was worth saving for living and food.

you still had until the end of the week before you had to give the house up. which happened to be coming up much faster than you wanted it to.

you just hoped that everything would work out with no complications.

he didn’t say no. in fact, he offered to let you live there until you had all of your debts payed off and got to living comfortably in your own home. only… it was the coach that you had hoped not to ask and with no days left to plan accordingly, you were forced to ask the second in lead. according to changbin, the vise-coach was the brother of the head-coach. you didn’t believe it though, the two of them were nothing alike much less looked alike. maybe they were only half related? or maybe step siblings? either way, one of them definitely showed up to practices more than the other.

changbin kept making awkward jokes that the vise-coach had some kind of crush on you to let you stay for as long as you want but you played it off as there was no way that could be when you don’t even show up to practice half of the time.

“hwang hyunjin…” you read from the hung up posters on the walls dating from all the former coaches up till now. it was a picture of a man with long blonde hair and thick pink lips, his eyes were sharp and his build was long. you read that he was the vise-coach of this place, currently. although you weren’t sure how much that would last as the main coach often favored other people every 3 weeks. “well, at least now i actually know his full name.” you had failed to notice the fairly small posters of their faces on the back walls until now. the gym always had low lights so it was often hard to make out certain things when it came to just having a glance around. “y/n?” you heard a familiar voice call out to you. you whipped your head around, your eyes locking with the one that you weren’t sure if you were happy or scared to see. “coach!” you were startled when you took extra notice to his bare chest and shoulders flashing you, the white cloth draped over his damp bronze and another wrapped around his waist loosely, the small droppings of water falling from his edges to the floor below you both. although you saw half naked men all the time for being the only girl in this gym, it still was something you could never get used to when it was anything but shorts or sweats. at least it was the right coach this time… quickly, you cleared your throat.

“thank you for letting me stay,” you whispered, suddenly feeling shy for being such an intruder. “huh? what do you mean?”

there was a very long and rippling silence.

you shifted left and right to each foot. “oh, coach hwang didn’t tell you..?” you had no idea why the second in lead wouldn’t immediately bring up such a big issue to the head but for now you were just going to blame it on your sudden change of heart to stay. “tell me that you were staying?” you nodded. “at first i was going to offer to clean the entire gym but i felt that wouldn’t be enough payment for letting me stay in the overnight room,” you shifted awkwardly again when you saw him glance down at the loads of bags and boxes laying at your feet.

“oh, well, if you don’t have anywhere else to stay then i don’t mind you staying here but were you planning to make this a permanent stay?”

“until i grab the money to grab my own place, yes.”

“okay but y/n… just know that i already gave you a free pass to practice here without any cost.”

“yes sir, i am aware.”

“that was my gift to your parents, now this is my gift to you. i better not get any complaints from anyone.”

you nodded and bowed, waiting until he disappeared around the corner to go change into his clothes before lifting your head up again.

if it weren’t for your parents unexpected death, you probably would be one of the best fighters in the ring.

you wished things turned out that way instead of how they did. your life would be so much happier knowing that they’d be alive and well.

after a couple of nightly hours, you finally finished unpacking your things just to get settled for the night. the extra room was in the very back of the gym so you didn’t have to worry about being disturbed in the early mornings. besides, the gym often didn’t open until late afternoon so you got to sleep in as much as you wanted. that would be assuming your 10 jobs didn’t mind, anyways. you highly doubted they wouldn’t mind.

as you flared up your favorite comforter onto the bed, you were suddenly interrupted when your stomach growled loudly.

you glanced at the newly set up clock, “oh.. i forgot to eat dinner again.” you made your way over to your bag to flip out your wallet, frowning when you only had enough to buy maybe a couple of things at the convenience store. the rest would sadly have to be saved on covering debts. “ugh, whatever. you can never go wrong with food,” you sighed off and got yourself ready to go out in just sweats and a large t-shirt.

the walk wasn’t long, thankfully there was an alleyway that led to a shorter route to the store. you had never once found that alleyway unsettling as you had walked down it multiple times during the night and day but that all changed on your way back after picking up your dinner for the night. taking quiet footsteps down the dark aisle, you were startled when you heard rustling plastic coming from the dumpster, your head never darted around so fast. “hello..?” you looked around, hearing the rustling again. you prepared yourself for whatever person could be hiding from you. but you soon cringed at yourself when you saw a familiar ball of white fur lurk out from behind the trash, your nerves subsiding into a warming awe. “hi cutie,” you crouched down, your fingers spreading out to pet the stray cat that typically came to visit you at your place every night. “what are you doing all the way out here so far from home?” you asked as if the cat could speak back to you. “did you follow me?” you giggled, running your fingers through her soft fur before reaching into your bag and pulling out a small can of tuna that you were going to have with your rice for dinner. “i know its not what you usually have but i promise ill get you your favorite next time,” you popped the can open and laid it on the ground, a smile spreading across your face when she started to take chunks of it.

you had been feeding this cat for a while. you could say that the two of you had been together for a long while although you never thought of a good name to give her despite being with her since she was born. right now, she was still technically a kitten. you were surprised she had survived this long with her glistening white fur. you were always paranoid she would be handled to the predators.

reaching your hands out, you continued to pet her as she ate, not brushing too hard as you didn’t want to disturb her. yet you couldn’t stake the sudden feeling in your gut that someone was watching you, again.

it didn’t take you long to say your goodbyes to your kitten before making your way back to the gym, definitely keeping an eye on your surroundings.

you don’t know why but for some reason whoever this person was that was spying on you, they hadn’t made their first move yet. it has been 3 days that you’ve been getting this feeling. and it was really starting to piss you off.

thankfully, when they did, you were ready for it.

when you turned the corner to leave the alley, you quickly rerouted and gave your best hit to the man following closely behind you.

making sure that you had stayed close to the wall so he wouldn’t see your upcoming attack when turning the corner after you.

he stumbled with a loud groan, his hands shooting to his masked face in pain. you were lucky to have studied how to throw hands for so long otherwise this would have been a tough fight. bringing the stranger down with ease, you quickly disarmed him and tore the mask off. you were surprised to see the face behind the darkened clothes. “coach hwang…?” you were completely flabbergasted. “yeah…” you took a step back from his bruised form. “but i don’t understand… were you the one spying on me?” you breathed out, your hands suddenly glossing with sweat. “can we not talk about this here?” he muttered, staying put on the ground as a way to show that he wasn’t going to take off.

you squinted your eyes at him, his adam’s apple bobbing.

“fine but i swear if you try anything.”

he put his hands up in defeat.

“i don’t get it, why didn’t you fight back?” you questioned him, taking the extra precautions to tie him up to one of the corner pads. “and why were you even watching me? if you were going to kill me then why not do so days ago? also why did you allow me to stay here when you already knew of my locations? i don’t understand!” you pressured. “explain.”

hyunjin sweat nervously, if it weren’t for the binding against his wrists, he probably would have been curling himself into a protective ball. maybe even running at this point.

undoubtedly, he was scared of you. but not just because you punched him a couple of times.

“i didn’t want to kill you,” he said. “why?” you questioned back.

“i didn’t think you were worth killing.”

“then why go after me in the first place?”

“i was hired to do so.”

“by who? for what reason? why didn’t you think i was worth killing?”

“your such a kind person. strong, determined, loyal, loving. why does someone like you have to die?”

“you’re a personal killer, aren’t you? why do you care about things like that?” you narrowed your eyes at him, he looked down in shame.

“i do with just you.”

“that’s not an answer.”

“sure it is.”

you weren’t buying it. you refused to believe he didn’t just shoot you when he had the chance just because changbin was right and he actually did have a crush on you.

he didn’t say anything for a while, he didn’t even move much until he realized that you were still waiting for an answer out of him. “the person who hired me to kill you is not a good person. it’s hard for me to kill people i know even though this is the secret life that i have. i don’t do it often but when i do, i get serious. only, it’s hard to do it to people i know who don’t deserve such harm,” he said in a loud enough tone for you to hear clearly. “then why don’t you just reject the offer?” you asked.

“that’s what i’ve been trying to do with your case but like i said, the person who is hiring me is not a good person.”

“can’t i help you then?”

“what could you possibly help me with? you don’t have the money or have any idea who it is that is trying to target you.”

“i have you.”

it was silent for a few moments, his head slowly lifting up to glance into your shrugged expression.

“if it gets me to stop being hunted by some random person and could possibly lead to some clues on my parents, then i’ll do anything it takes to find this person and get my answers.”

this was the kind of determination that hyunjin loved to see in you, ever since day one.

“now,” you walked towards him, your hand coming within centimeters from brushing him up against the pads. “tell me where i can find this person or i’ll make sure you get a good beating tonight.”

© cobiehaven 2023

[cleverthylacine]

It's WIP Wednesday

from a fic with a working title of "child soldiers win stupid prizes":

“I just got kicked off Twitter.”

Jack stared at Raf. “Then why are you laughing so hard?”

“Because it’s funny. And misplaced revenge. Edison Muskrat got kicked off the Big Conversation and he thinks that I doxxed him because we have beef.”

“You didn’t, did you?”

“Are you kidding? My grandchildren will be senior citizens before the end of an Esmeral ban. I know who did it, though, and it’s funny as fuck.”

“Why?”

“Because his last act was to thoroughly antagonise Eucryphtid.” Raf giggled, which made them sound twelve again, because Raf would never risk their account by actually saying so, but they both knew Eucryphtid was Tarn.

“Anyhow, today he was making dumb noises about how sad it was that one of Earth’s greatest heroes had succumbed to the woke virus—which, by the way, some of his alt-right circle jerk buddies think is an actual virus and coded by Soundwave—and he told me he used to think I was cool.”

“And?”

“I told him I never thought he was cool, but I used to think he was useful.”

(Context: I'm pretty sure SpaceX--I used to know someone who worked there--would have been involved in the Resistance during the Occupation of Earth. I'm also sure they'd have taken very few 'unnecessary' risks....unless EM thought they were really really cool or something)

from Recovered Light, which I should have known would have more than one chapter:

I hadn’t spoken to Rodimus since I left his ship, of course—but a lot more had changed than the colours of his paint.

“I like the purple,” I said. “Does it mean something?”

Rodimus laughed, but there was a nervousness in it that I hadn’t expected. “I hadn’t considered that,” he said. “That makes this weird.”

“Rodimus,” I said, “what about any of our lives isn’t weird?”

He looked down at the ground and shifted his weight from one pede to the other, and I could see him doing it even though all I could see on the screen was his bust.

“Ravage. I said something silly to Minimus and Esmeral, and they told me it wasn’t silly. I’m not sure I want to do it, especially not with this paint, but…I’m also not sure I don’t have to.”

I cocked my head and looked at him from a couple of different angles, thinking.  “Okay, this has got to be good. Tell me more.”

Rodimus frowned. “You know Optimus commandeered my ship and made Megatron my co-captain…”

“I am, surprisingly, very aware of that fact.” I smiled. Hopefully in an encouraging way, and not just with all of my dentae.

“And then Getaway stole it.”

I nodded.

“I’m still an Autobot—”

“You’re from Nyon. Why the Pit are you an Autobot?” I clapped my hand across my muzzle, mortified that I’d said it out loud.

Roddy just sighed. “Sometimes I wonder these days.”

I nodded.

“I told people—and I was joking—that when we got to Sanctuary, I was gonna register this ship with the Station so that Autobots would stop stealing it from me. It was a present. From Drift. I didn’t even buy it myself. It was a gift to me from my amica.”

I nodded again. I knew that.

He looked up at me. “But then Esmeral said I should do it, and Minimus said it would work, and I wouldn’t have to change my badge, it could just be a flag of convenience.”

I frowned. “Sanctuary doesn’t grant flags to people who aren’t willing to help us defend ourselves if we are attacked,” I said. “As much as I’d like to help you—” I shrugged. “I mean. If you became a citizen you wouldn’t have to swear to Destron either, and while we take a portion of your wealth to buy in, we could classify your ship a personal transport because we don’t count them against your initial buy-in cost. But. Whether or not you joined Sanctuary, formally, if you carry our flag you have to defend us.”

Rodimus chewed his lower lip plate.

“I could,” he said. “I would, as long as you weren’t being gratuitously violent colonialist jackrods. Which uh, I know you’re not. But you know. I might enjoy helping you kick Galvatron’s skidplate, because he sure is.”

[ficklecat]

AW HELL YEAH OC THIRSTY THURSDAYS ARE BACK

8, 18, 25 FOR THE EPIPHYTES BAYBEEEEE

25 freebie: what would they do if they encountered a ghost? 👻👻

HAHAHA I so appreciate the hype 😭😭😭 (and that last one 😜)

8. What do you think had the biggest impact on you growing up?

Violet: “Definitely my parents’ divorce. Always stuck in the middle, watching my mom try to push her regrets away and force a do-over onto me, my dad always trying to play the good guy…it sucked. It made me feel and believe a lot of things that weren’t true - about love, about myself - and I really had to figure it out on my own. I love my parents, but I wish they didn’t imprint their struggles onto me. I’m just grateful I can recognize it now and overcome it. Having better people in my life really helps that.”

Manny: “I would say it is a combination of things but a big impact was my father being here without my mother. Growing up without a mother present, but knowing she is still living and still loving you from so far away is so strange and at times very hard. My papa obviously had a difficult time but he never considered himself a ‘single father’ in the sense that he did not have the support of a wife. He taught me to be hopeful and optimistic and to carry love in my heart no matter how heavy it is because of that. My mama has been trying to come back to this country with my brother for a very long time now, we try not to give up on this hope but it is difficult. I miss her, but I do not know her very well, I was so young when she was made to leave. As a child it is tough to understand that absence, you can get jealous of other children and families. But I am glad she’s still on this earth, and we can call and write and still have a relationship even though she is so far away.”

Finn: “My trauma.”

18. What’s the best way to cheer you up?

Violet: “Honestly just spend time with me. Hugs or cuddles, watch a movie, give me my favorite snacks. I want to be babied a bit when I’m upset, I’ll admit it. But I mean it works, you know? How can I be sad or upset when I’m cuddled up in blankets and someone I love is feeding me snacks or holding me or giving me kisses? Even at my worst, it helps so much to feel cherished like that.”

Manny: “Making me laugh or taking me outside never fails! Sometimes when I am down it’s hard for me to find laughter but I have to let myself do it, and Violet is especially good at this for me. She will always know what to do or say to get a good chuckle from me, like showing me funny TikTok videos or recalling fun times. I find great comfort in that!”

Finn: “Repeated reassurance from people I love. When things are hard I need to be told everything is ok, or that I’m safe or that no one is going to hurt me or leave me. Sometimes it seems like it doesn’t work because I don’t necessarily ‘cheer up,’ I’m not a particularly cheerful guy to begin with, but it alleviates the pain. It’s a tedious thing, I know, but I need it to feel right again. I can logically get there myself, but it’s much more difficult without reinforcement from my loved ones.”

25: what would they do if they encountered a ghost?

Violet: “I totally believe in ghosts, so I’d probably have a TON of questions. If it’s like an evil ghost or something I’d probably try not to give it my name or acknowledge it so it doesn’t get power or whatever. But if it’s just a regular ghost I’d absolutely try to ask it about the afterlife and death and what it’s capable of and all that. I’d be so fascinated. Scared a little of course but like, it’s a ghost.”

Manny: “I think I would have a difficult time understanding what I was seeing. I am unsure about whether I believe in ghosts and spirits and all of that, and growing up in a Christian household I think it would challenge my understanding of the world. I am not particularly religious, but it would have me wondering. Maybe I would go to church again if I was scared enough for my eternal soul!”

Finn: “I don’t believe in ghosts. So I’d probably try to first determine if it was real. But aside from that…I’m not sure. I think I wouldn’t want to know too much. Death is comforting to me, and ghosts are essentially - in some form - an antithesis to that. I think I’d probably be more frightened to know that they exist more than of the ghost itself.”

[count-alucard-tepes]

How would crocodile feel if his kid was sad because they miss their uncle doffy?

How would doflamingo react?

I’ll do a little Drabble/super short fanfic for this😆

Crocodile was in his office finishing up some work when his child with stroll in and peep in through the door, he’d already know it was them and without even looking up, he’d say, “…you okay there, little one?”, but his child would not respond with words but rather a cute pout.

He smiled a little at the silence and looked over his reading glasses at his child, “…come here”, he’d say as he gestured for the child to come sit on his lap. The child quickly came in and got into their fathers lap before cuddle close onto his chest, “…now tell papa what’s wrong”, he said gently as he played with his child’s fingers, giving them a forehead kiss.

“…well promise you won’t get mad first”, the child said with big puppy eyes as they looked at their father.

He chuckled in response, “….I promise, now tell me what’s wrong”.

“Well it’s been so long since I saw uncle Doffy and I miss him so much!”, his child said with a huff.

That’s all Crocodile had to hear and it was like hearing glass crack but he promised…oh he will keep that promise.

“…d…do you want to call uncle…Doffy?”, he asked with gritted teeth.

“Yes, papa! I do”, the child said happily as they bounced in their father’s lap.

He’d sigh softly before getting his DDM and called Doflamingo who answered after a few rings.

“Uncle Doffy! It’s me!”, his child said happily.

“Hey there, little cutie! It’s been a while since I heard from you, I missed you so much”, Doflamingo said with a big smile as he knew Crocodile was oh so close to the child, “…did you have to steal you dad’s DDM to call me?”.

“No, papa is right here…say hi, papa”, his child said with a big smile.

“…hi…”, he said quietly as his child giggled.

“…hey there, wani! I haven’t heard you in such a long time, I must say it’s refreshing ! I have an amazing idea…why don’t you both come spend some time with me in Dressrosa!”, Doflamingo said clearly just wanting to spend time with Crocodile and his kid.

That was it, he was so close to cutting the call…

“Yes!? I want to come see your palace! Papa please, let’s go visit uncle Doffy!”, his child said with those huge puppy eyes that he couldn’t resist.

Crocodile tried to say no but the words weren’t coming out, “…fine…but no funny business, Doflamingo…”, he said begrudgingly as his child squealed excitedly and ran off to go pack all their toys.

“…you know I wouldn’t do that…I love your kid”, Doffy said with a smirk, “…I’ll make all the arrangements…and keep in contact and don’t cut my calls!”.

He sighed softly in response, “…fine, Daz will be on contact with your people…”, he said before cutting the call to go and check on his kid.

This was going to be one crazy trip.

[stealstaff]

I need to write some stuff about Tina because I’m thinking too much about Altena so here’s some ramblings about Tina and her relationships with other people/how other people see and treat her!

Tina is 15 in the year 776 and she very much acts like it.  She does what she wants without regard for the potentially dire consequences, has a weird and irrational fear, and crushes on a celebrity.  She’s very much a regular ass teengirl and the people in her life treat her as such.  And how does someone treat a regular ass teengirl?  They don’t take her seriously at all!

The best example of this is with her own sister, Safy, who’s like only 2-3 years older than her.  Tina explains how Perne was taking advantage of her by exploiting her greatest fear (bugs) and Safy is like girl please.

Saphy: “What did he do to you, Tina!? Tell me! I’m prepared for the worst!”

Tina: “He… He takes huge bugs and puts them on my face… I-I was so scared… I thought I would die.”

Saphy: “…Is that all?”

Tina: “Yes… But I was really scared. Just remembering it gives me shivers…”

Saphy: “Tina…”

And yes, in a world where children around Tina’s age are hunted and killed as sacrifices to an evil god, “is that all” is kind of a reasonable response.  It’s the response that the player also has as it is built up in the previous chapter that Perne is committing some unmentioned evil acts to keep Tina in line.  Really bad shit happens throughout the whole game to everyone but Tina is worried about bugs that I am completely convinced probably weren’t even that big.

But it’s a big deal to Tina.  She’s scared and alone and being forced by some thieves to steal shit for them and now she’s finally reunited with the big sister she went out looking for in the first place and Safy’s response to her trauma is “is that all”.  Yikes!  The invalidation!  Tina even tries to explain that it’s a big deal and Safy still is like girl please.

And it continues when Tina brings up her lil centerfold in the Tiger Beat Magazine type crush on Leif.

Tina: “Yes, I’m sorry… Oh, Saphy, don’t you think Lord Leaf is so handsome? My ideal man would be a prince like him… What do you think, Saphy?”

Saphy: “Tina… …I’m a little tired. Let’s talk later.”

It’s funny!  Tina is genuinely funny and some excellent comic relief to break up the dark themes in Thracia.  But when you look a little closer it’s sad and I do genuinely feel for her.  

Perne also, obviously, does not at all take her seriously.  She’s some bratty kid he found who can use some cool staves.  And really, she doesn’t much act like the kind of person one should take seriously when she’s around him.  It isn’t just the act of having bugs put on her that scares her into doing what he wants.  Even simply the threat of it is enough.

Then there’s Salem.  Salem is different!  Salem actually listens to her fears and her desires, even more so that her own sister.  And I think that is so special.  Tina and Salem’s relationship makes me so soft.  Tina likes Salem a lot.  She does not at all understand why a cool dude like him is hanging out with Perne but she is really grateful that he is.  

When we first meet the Dandelions, one of the first things he does is stick up for Tina.

Seiram: “And Tina… Don’t go too far with her. She’s still a child.”

Then there’s a very sweet little scene between Salem and Tina.  She’s one of the few people he actually has any dialogue with at all.  She actually doesn’t have a whole lot of dialogue either.  Which makes it extra sweet that the two of them are put together.

Tina: “Here, I made some dinner for you. It’s cold out, so I made something warm.”

Seiram: “Thank you. It’s dangerous outside at night. You should go to sleep.”

Tina: “Yes…”

Seiram: “…Are you worried about your sister? You said her name was Saphy… Don’t worry, you will see her again. I will help you look for her once my wounds are healed.”

Tina: “Really? Thank you, Bishop Seiram. Good night.”

Tina goes out of her way to do something nice for Salem but more importantly, he actually talks to her about her feelings and even agrees to help her do something about them.  She doesn’t even bring Safy up.  Salem puts the pieces together all on his own why she’s so upset.  This is why he gets nice things like a special hot homemade dinner.  She’s so used to being underestimated, ignored, and invalidated that being around someone like Salem who shows genuine concern for her thoughts and he life earns her love and respect.

I did have an idea where I was going with all of this but it took so long to write it that now I forget!  But I am thinking less about Altena and more about Tina so I guess I ultimately achieved my goal?