#i can't stop laughing some people are just honest to god stupid

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

you know the god!Gale cope has reached all new levels of cringe when people will write essays about how tara is a secretly evil emissary of mystra sent to oppress gale and spy on him and decide that his mother bullies him too for like no fucking reason.

[hunterwritings]

I love your Miguel with a bubbly reader! Can we please see more of it? Like maybe Miguel is scolding the other Spiders and Reader walks in and Miguel is like a whole new person but still wants to murder the other Spiders? It makes me think of the tik tok where its like "IM GOING TO KILL THE NEXT PERSON I SEE" *Reader walks in* "Hi honey!" *Miguel with heart eyes* "Your back! I missed you so much (insert Miguel gushing about how much he loves Reader in front of Spiders)"

THIS IS THE TROPE I LIVE FOR

only for you | miguel o'hara

summary: Miguel acts like a completely different person with you around. warnings: none | wc: 1075

"How could you let something like this happen?!"

Miguel was seething; Miles swears he could almost see smoke coming out of his ears. The spider teens had almost disrupted another canon event and almost caused the universe to collapse.

"Listen Miguel, I know the kids made some mistakes but, that's exactly what they were! Mistakes!" Peter B. Parker tried to reason with him, with his hands stretched out and a stupid smile on his face.

"You want to put the fate of the multiverse on a goddamn mistake? I will not risk that." Miguel fired back.

"To be honest, I don't know what the big deal is, they ended up fixing it." Peter added. Miguel snapped his head around to face him, his eyes would be burning holes through him if looks could kill.

"No Peter, you don't understand the importance of this! And clearly, neither do you all!" He said, gesturing towards the teens. "It just shows that you are just as responsible as a child! So Peter, do yourself a favor, and shut the hell up." Miguel had venom laced in his words.

"Ooo...kay." Peter responded, shaking his head and pursing his lips together.

"Miguel, we know that we made mistakes and we are sorry, it will never happen again." Gwen tried to apologize genuinely to him.

"Uh, I don't apologize actually, I see nothin' wrong with what we did-" Hobie protested, Pavitr elbowed him to signal him to stop.

"You all know exactly what we do here, you know the importance of keeping everything in line. I'm this close to kicking you all out of Spider Society!" He yells, showing his fingers pinched together.

"You can't kick us out if we all quit!" Hobie laughs.

"Hobie!" Gwen snaps her head around at him.

"I- I- I can't even deal with you right now!" Miguel holds his pointer finger and thumb to his temples as he turns his back to them.

Just then, you swing in from the other side of him and jump down to land next to him. "Hi Miguel." You smile as he turns to look at you.

"Gracias a Dios [thank god], I'm so glad you're here (Y/N)." He seemed to have relief flow into his body as he reached over a pulled you into his chest. You chuckled in surprise from the sudden affection as he tightly wraps his arms around your shoulders. "Felt like I was about to lose it in a couple more seconds." He whispers into your ear.

"Well luckily, I showed up right on time then." You giggle as he lets you go and you look up at him with a smile.

"You have no idea." He smirked and shook his head.

"Oh thank god you're here (Y/N), I was afraid he was gonna start biting soon!" Peter laughed as you turned around to face the group. Miguel stared him down.

"Soo, what's going on here?" You curiously ask.

"Trying to have a serious conversation with people who have no respect for what we do around here." He snaps to them.

"Don't look at me! I wasn't even there, I'm just trying to stand up for the kids!" Peter says, holding his hands up in defense. Miguel just groans and shakes his head.

"Oh Miguel, maybe you should go a little easy on them." You say, walking up to him. He rests his hands on your hips and sighs when you lie your hand on his cheek. "I mean, we should be happy that no one got hurt and the universe is still intact." you smile at him and he matches your smile.

He hums in response. "Plus, I think this lecture will scare them enough to where this shouldn't happen again." You add.

"You'd be surprised how many of these talks I've had." He scoffs and smirks.

You laughed loudly. "Just remember they're kids and they're trying their best." You smiled and he nodded. "Be easy on them." You added.

"I will." He said softly.

You grinned before leaning up and pulling his neck down to pull him into a sweet kiss. You felt him smile against your lips as he hummed. You pulled away and smiled at him before hearing a beeping on your watching.

"Oh, I've got a situation going on in my universe." You say tapping the hologram on your wrist.

"You need any help with it?" Miguel asks, ready to leave in a second if asked him to.

"No, it's nothing major, don't worry. It shouldn't take that long, I should be back before dinner." You say, pressing another quick kiss to his lips before turning and walking the other way.

"Oh! Maybe I'll grab some food from that Italian place we always go to!" You say, walking backwards to face him and smiling widely while opening up a portal behind you.

"Sounds like a good plan, my love." He agrees with a smile.

You chuckle before pulling down your mask and jumping into the portal as it closes.

Miguel's smile lingers on his face before seeing Peter B. Parker in his peripheral before he slung his arm around his shoulder and laughed. "Oh wow, you really love them huh? I can tell by the way you don't act like a raging monster when they're around." He jokes as Miguel just stares ahead, his demeanor was agitated. "Get off of me, Peter." He said with no emotion.

"Okay, not gonna risk getting my arm torn off today." He says, backing off from Miguel.

"Aw, seems like you're really in love, eh?" Hobie jokes and Gwen shoves him slightly.

"You're not helping, Hobie." Miles says anxiously.

"I'm not trying to." Hobie says in all seriousness.

"Okay, everyone out. We're done here. " Miguel says with his back turned to them and his hands on his hips.

"Let's leave before he changes his mind." Gwen whispers to the rest of them.

"If I have to do this again for any of you, it's gonna be the last time." Miguel warns as he points at them.

"Yes Miguel, we understand and we promise." Gwen says genuinely.

Miguel sighs and turns his back to them as they all turn to leave the room. A slight smile came to face at the thought of you prancing back into his space with food in hand. He stood and watched his communicator in case you needed his help, and waited for you to come back.

[kvrokasaa]

Haikyuu boys: Love at first sight

GN!Reader, no pronouns mentioned.

Includes: Hinata, Suna, Atsumu, Osamu

Shoyo Hinata

Hinata pouts while Daichi is scolding him for trying to steal the ball from Asahi again. He sulks and turns his head, blocking out Daichi's voice. Yes, he loves the captain dearly, but he can't stand when there's a perfectly good set and it's not for him. In all fairness, he didn't know that he was practicing for decoy, he thought this was spiking drills.

As he turns away from Daichi, he hears a laugh. It's a beautiful melody. His eyes raise and he sees Y/n. Who's this? Why are they so beautiful? Y/n is hunched over, laughing at something someone said. Their cheeks are almost red from smiling so much. They stand up and playfully smack their friend's shoulder. Y/n turns and sees Hinata, they wave a little with a big smile. Oh, right. Y/n is in Hinata's class. How has he never seen them before?

Hinata can feel himself smiling at their cuteness, waving back as if in a trance.

Rintaro Suna

Suna sighs as he sits on the bench. He has to take the train home again. What a hassle. To be honest, he doesn't care for crowds, but he'd rather walk home then be in a stuffy train with people pushing him left and right. But the weather said no today, it was storming, and he didn't bring an umbrella.

Suna unlocks his phone, passing time while waiting for the train. But before he can open his desired camera roll to laugh at Astumu, he hears it. The sultry laugh. He turns his head and sees Y/n. They are in the same class, but he's never noticed them. They're with a group of friends, but they still turn and wave at Suna when they see him.

They're nice to him, unlike other people. His fangirls. He waves back with a small smile, almost like it was nonexistent. Maybe he should ask for their number.

Atsumu Miya

"Sorry!" He hears the word before he feels the ball hit him. Astumu may act nice, but he's ready to tear this person a new one. He turns around, ready to scold this mystery person, but he stops in his tracks.

A beautiful person, someone that he doesn't recognize. Are they new? Iwaizumi did say that the msby team is getting a new manager. But he failed to mention how beautiful they would be. They bend over into a bow and apologize again. "I'm so sorry. I was throwing up some balls for Hinata-chan and then one flew and hit you. Please forgive me!" Even their voice is cute. An angel.

Astumu smiles, but quickly hides it. It's not a far assumption to think that other members are crushing on you too, look how beautiful you are. But maybe he would have a chance.

Osamu Miya

Osamu sighs, ready to leave the class and drop it. This stupid girl won't get the hint. He isn't into her, she's not even his type. Plus, she can barely cook. He knows that he probably shouldn't judge someone, but they're in culinary class! They should've learned how to cook in high school.

Osamu is getting ready to sigh for the nth time in a row. But then he feels an arm wrap around his waist. "Sorry it took so long. There was a line at the shop. You good, babe?" Osamu looks down and sees a random person carrying a bag and a clean apron around their clothes. His breath catches in his throat, and he feels the urge to wrap his arm around their waist. "Y-yeah. I'm good," Osamu has to clear his throat before he finishes his sentence. God, are you an angel? "Just some girl who won't leave me alone."

He looks down at you again and swears that he never saw someone as beautiful as you. He wonders what he did in his past life to even come across you. The girl finally leaves, and he thanks you for your help.

As class carries on, he found out that you were a new student and you wanted to open your own bakery. Even your food looks delicious. Even more reason to get to know you. He smiles; Osamu knows that he'll learn to like this class again.

[crushh-existz]

Hot & Heavy (1)

childhoodbestfriend!ellie x reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Synopsis: Before you went to university in NYC, you and your childhood bestfriend, Ellie, had a pretty messy fight and haven't talked since. Dina convinced you to move back to Jackson after you graduated to get some work just until you can settle down in a nearby city. You needed the money while you soft-launched your photograghy business and you missed your friends and family anyway. Dina swears up and down that Ellie moved away years ago and you were stupid enough to trust her.

Warnings: cursing (more to come probably..), NOT PROOFREAD, men dni

1 Month Prior…

"Calm down babes, like I said, she moved out of Joel's like two years ago!" You sighed into your phone as you held it to your ear.

"I dunno Dina... Even if she's not in town, what if I bump into Joel? Like would he think I'm just this evil monster who's praying on his family's downfall??" Dina scoffed on the other side of the line.

"You're actually hopeless oh my god. No way you're saying this to me right now."

"UH-? You never can be to cautious." You could feel her eyes rolling through the phone.

"Trust me you're fine. Besides, Joel has been out a lot lately. He's always down at the lake hunting, even I have barely seen him." You sat silent for a moment, shifting on the metal bench of the bus stop. "I miss you girl, everything will be okay. I can't wait to see you home, JJ has been waiting for you too!"

You sighed. "Yeah... You're right. How's JJ been?"

"Great actually! Jesse's parents have been helping me a lot actually. He actually started preschool a week ago." You couldn't help yourself from smiling to yourself.

“Really? Oh my god is he already that old…” Dina laughed into the phone and replied with a 'mhmm'. You sigh before looking up and finding the city bus sitting just before you. "Shit- I gotta go the bus just got here. Bye girl- I'll see you in a bit."

11.09 6:26 A.M. - Your POV

It's been a few weeks since you got back to Jackson. If you're completely honest, being back here made you hot in the face. It was nostalgic really seeing old townsfolk and you didn't realize how much you actually missed all of them. Thankfully no signs of Joel or Ellie. You did see Maria and the market but it didn't seem like she saw you.

You sighed, laying your head onto your desk. You've been editing photos from a recent trip to the lake with Dina for the past half an hour now and finally got the lighting to look how you wanted. You checked the time and cursed under your breath once you realized your first shift at the local cafe you applied to was starting soon. You slid your headphones over your ears to go get ready.

11.09 7:16 A.M. - Ellie's POV

Ellie sighed as she trudged behind Joel going to get his morning coffee before he would drag her out to hunt. She didn't really enjoy the idea of spending hours in the mountain snow staring at some animals until he finally choose one to make into his next meal.

"Y'know there's a grocery store across the street I can just grab some meat-"

"Kiddo, some time in your lifetime you need to learn patience and what better example than hunting?"

"I just-"

Ellie was cut off by Joel walking up to the register and ordering his classic black coffee. Ellie really couldn't understand how he could drink that crap but who was she to judge anyway. She adjusted her backpack on her shoulders as she looked around the cozy shop. She didn't drop by often due to her lack of reason to. Just occasionally when Dina requests or when Joel needs her to pick up his order before he goes out to work.

She noticed small things like the fairy lights hung over the bathroom door and the small vines adorning the walls of the small shop. She also watched the workers as she zoned out the bustling of the people in the shop. Her eyes drifted from the man taking Joel's order to the girl standing before the glass display and taking photos of small pastries. She lingered her gaze on her, watching her focus on what she seems to be doing, which also made her look like a huge creep but she really couldn't tear her attention away and she couldn't figure out why.

She brushed it off as she pried her eyes away and follows Joel out of the cafe with his now acquired coffee. They left with a chime of the entrance door and started walking to Joel's pick-up.

"Hey kiddo, was that who I thought it was?" Joel asks before he takes an audible sip of his coffee. Ellie thinks about his question for a little ask she adjusted her leather jacket that she borrowed (permanently stole) from him.

“Mmm… What do you mean?” Frosty puffs of air float about as she asks him, reaching behind her to grab her water bottle from the side of her backpack she wore.

“That looked like that one friend you never seem to talk about anymore. Few years ago she was all you seemed to talk about. Never remembered her name though..” Joel seemed to ponder while the gears turned inside of poor Ellie’s brain as she brought the bottle to her mouth and just started to take a sip of her drink.

Realization hit her like a bus once she got to the passanger door of Joel's pickup, stopping in her tracks and starting to choke on her fail attempt at drinking. Joel looked at her confused and a bit worried.

"...Kiddo? You alright..?" Joel asked with furrowed brows as he peered over at her over the top of the pickup, basically just the messy auburn peaking over. She hastily got into the truck chucking her backpack into the footwell of the car. As he followed suit he watched as she messily wiped her face.

"... Yup- Just.. Went down the wrong pipe." He shrugged it off as he pushed the key into the ignition and decided to drop it.

"Whatever you say kid."

11.09 8:12 A.M - Your POV

Work was slow today, which you understood since you assumed finals were creeping up on students. That was one thing you do NOT miss since graduating and you're glad to be free from such hell. While your coworker was out in the front making sure to serve the few customers that did sprinkle in, you were in the back looking over the product photos your boss requested to take. Yes, it was for free, but it would be good for reference for future clients. Baby steps, was what you were telling yourself.

As you looked over them, you actually found yourself proud your work! Maybe you could fix the lighting a bit-- But nothing Adobe Workshop couldn't fix! You did accidentally catch some customers in the back of some photos but you could just easily cut them out.

While looking over one particular photo you took of a small coffee cup, steam visibly exiting the top of the cup, camera panned towards to the front glass door to get a blurred affect of two customers. She didn't realize she captured them in the moment but she saw a tall older man with a young woman beside him. They had their backs turned, exiting the cafe as he sipped his newly brewed coffee.

Funny how they looked familiar.

09/11 9:57 A.M. - Ellie's POV

The whole car ride Ellie was quiet other than shortened responses to Joel's lecturing on a subject she couldn't quite remember. As her thoughts raced it felt like hot blood pulsing in her veins, heavy memories weighing on her brain. Really, she thought she would never see your face ever again after everything she said to you. She really didn't understand why it took her so long to recognize you. Maybe it was the way you seemed a lot less scared of the world, the way you comfortable took up more space like you knew you belonged. Maybe it was the loose curls you let adorn the frame of your face, the curls she remembers you burning to a crisp just to be straight.

"It's so hard to maintain, does it look like I have that type of time?" Was what you would quip back whenever Ellie had pleaded to let your natural hair show at least once. She always thought it was pretty and suited you better than the straight hair people have bullied you into wearing in high school.

Joel snapped her out of her endless thinking by stopping the car, signaling they have arrived. Joel looked over to her as he pulled the keys out of the ignition. "Ready?"

Ellie replied with a small 'mhmm' before grabbing her bag and stepping out of the pick up.

11.09 2:43 P.M - Ellie's POV

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A/N: LAWDDD omg i forgor about this until moot told me to hurry tf up... THERES GONNA BE MULTIPLE PARTS cuz lowk.. forgor what i was doing with this but trust ill figure it out. I DOUBT THERES GONNA BE MORE THAN 5 PARTS. i hope i did okay cuz lowk never done this b4.... OKAY BYE HOPE YOU LIKED ITTT lemme know what to improve on bc trust i need it...

Inspired by the lyrics of this song!! (the song's meaning is nowhere near what this fic is abt but it's just how I thought abt it..)

[silverynight]

The roommate

<--Previous

Part XVII

Izuku is walking down the street next to Kirishima when he has a weird feeling in his chest; he wouldn't call it exactly a premonition, but something's certainly not quite right.

Or maybe he's just worried and sad because his boyfriends don't talk to him about important stuff as much as he'd like them to.

"Do they make you happy?" Kirishima asks, suddenly stopping; it's early in the morning so Izuku supposes they have time to chat a little bit.

The green haired man sighs and closes his eyes; Kirishima gets closer, and Izuku notices he's usually silent that day, which is kinda weird for a guy who's bright and loud in general.

Maybe Izuku is just overthinking everything so he doesn't have to actually answer his friend's question. Kirishima is his friend, even though they have a little bit of time knowing one another, Izuku feels like he can trust him.

"To be honest, I'm a little bit frustrated with them at the moment," he confesses, deciding that the truth is the best thing in this case. "But they do make me happy and even though neither us get it right on the first try, the important thing is that we keep trying."

When he opens his eyes, Kirishima is right in front of him, in his personal space, which is not entirely weird coming from someone as friendly as him, but Izuku takes a step back anyway.

"You were supposed to say that they don't make you happy," Kirishima blurts out, and the irritated expression he makes is one Izuku has never seen on the pro hero before.

Then, it hits him.

"Ah," he mumbles as a shiver runs down his spine. "A mimic quirk, of course."

"I knew you were a clever one," Kirishima says, although Izuku knows that's not him at all, but someone who has made themselves look like the pro hero.

"What happens next?" Izuku asks, trying to think, for a brief moment he considers shouting, but he doesn't know if this villain is capable of hurting the people around too. He reaches into his pocket for his phone and tries to blindly call someone.

"Nothing," the fake Kirishima says, shrugging. "For some reason you're still happy with them, despite them treating you like this. I only take the unhappy ones."

"But why do you kill them?" Izuku asks; he's not sure if he wants to distract them or he's genuinely curious about it.

"I didn't kill her!" The fake Kirishima snaps suddenly, baring his sharp teeth and making Izuku realize that the real one must look terrifying when angry. "They're lying to you!"

"She was one of the people you took." Izuku points out, trying his luck; he hopes it's not running out just yet.

"Yes, but she escaped. I only keep them."

Izuku shakes his head because nothing makes sense. Of course they're lying, right? They're the villain.

And yet... Izuku feels like they're not.

"Who killed her then?"

The fake Kirishima growls, probably guessing that Izuku doesn't actually believe them.

"I don't know, but that one was already fucked up... her boyfriend was an abusive motherfucker. She was relieved when I took her."

"But that can't be possible because..." Izuku stops his mumbling to think properly; he doesn't notice but his own fingers have stopped trying to make a call. He's too trapped in this puzzle to think about anything else. "If you took her then her boyfriend was a pro hero, because you only take..."

"Difficult to believe a pro hero beats his significant other up? Come on!"

They're right of course. How can he forget Todoroki's mother? Pro heroes are just humans at the end of the day.

"That's why you're doing this? To prove everyone they're not saints? That they're not angels or gods?"

By creating a problem like that one, by kidnapping people they force the police and other pro heroes to dig into their lives; that's how the secrets come out. But why hasn't anything reached social media yet?

"That's one way to put it," the fake Kirishima laughs in a way the real one never would. "But this stupid society keeps covering up their mistakes. I'm tired of heroes having everything they want when they deserve none of it!"

Ah. They want to punish pro heroes.

"You should let the other people go."

"Nice try," the fake Red Riot pats Izuku's cheek gently, before they kiss him on the forehead. "I like you a lot. But no, they're not ready to go. If I release them they'll go back to their pathetic little lives."

A group of people rush down the street, most of them are trying to go to work or school and are too immerse in their own problems to pay attention to their surroundings.

"I'll come back for you later," the fake Kirishima waves, joining the crowd. "When they make you unhappy, because they'll fuck up eventually, I know they will."

The fake one tosses something in his direction and he realizes that it's Kirishima's phone. When did they take it?

Izuku doesn't know how he gets there, but his body takes him to work, like every morning. However, he collapses on the ground and can hear his coworkers and Hatsume rushing towards him.

"It's okay, I-I'm fine. Just give me a minute," he's shaking, but it'll pass, he's sure of it.

Suddenly, Katsuki's arms are around him; he's still in his civilian clothes. Izuku blinks a couple of times, wondering how he found out, but then notices that Kirishima, the real one, is right behind him.

Part of him is afraid of Red Riot for what happened, but Izuku finally notices that even though his eyes are the same color as the fake ones, his are full of genuine kindness and concern.

He should've realized what was going on sooner.

"Shoto is coming," Katsuki whispers in his ear, taking him in his arms. Then, he turns to Hatsume and adds: "I'm going to take him home now."

Izuku wants to say that he's fine, but the truth is that he's not.

They meet Shoto halfway and the three, no, the four of them, because Kirishima is following them too, go back into the apartment.

"Here," Izuku hands Red Riot his phone. "They gave me this."

"I thought I lost it. I'm sorry, Midobro."

Hearing that nickname makes him feel relieved.

"It's not your fault," he assures him. "I should've been more careful."

Izuku expects questions, he waits for them and tries to prepare answers, forcing his brain to remember details, but he's still in shock.

He's going to fail them.

However, the questions don't come; Shoto is on the phone talking to someone else, telling them to look for someone who looks like Red Riot; Izuku knows they're probably gone and looking like someone else by now, but it's worth a shot.

Katsuki hands him a cup of hot cocoa and Izuku realizes that despite needing answers, despite knowing time is against them, they're not forcing Izuku to speak.

They're giving him time, they're taking care of him first.

Do they make you happy?

He starts sobbing, unable to stop the tears, even though they're useless. Katsuki leans closer and kisses them away.

"What is it? Did they hurt you?"

Izuku shakes his head and suddenly Shoto's arms are around his shoulders.

"It's okay, you're safe now, I promise. We got you, love."

***

"I'm ready to talk now," Izuku says after a while; Kirishima is gone and he knows Shoto needs to go to the agency as soon as possible, but he's staying only because of him.

"Are you sure?" Katsuki asks in a whisper, almost like he's afraid of hurting Izuku with his voice.

Izuku usually doesn't like to be treated like something fragile, but he can tell they're both as scared as he is.

"We thought we were going to lose you," Shoto mumbles then, kneeling in front of the couch Izuku is sitting on.

"I'm still here," he mumbles, pulling the blanket closer to him.

Then, after taking another sip of his hot cocoa, he tells them everything that happened. Well, most of it.

"They take the people that are unhappy with their pro hero partners," Shoto starts talking to himself, pacing around the room. "But why did they want to take you?"

"Are you..." Katsuki doesn't finish the question, but he looks miserable. "I'm sorry, Izuku."

He pulls the blond into his arms; knowing he hasn't slept since his shift ended.

"They didn't take me because I'm quite happy with you two, even though you frustrate me sometimes."

"I'm sorry," they both apologize again, probably thinking about their latest argument.

"We were wrong about trying to shield you from everything, even the information that could've prevented this incident," Katsuki blurts out. "But it won't happen again."

"You're part of this investigation now," Shoto says then and after giving Izuku a kiss on the cheek he adds: "And we'll try to talk things out more often."

Izuku takes a deep breath, feeling like a weight has lifted from his shoulders.

"Thank you, that's all I want."

"Now I need to go to the office to look into the girl's death again."

"Do you believe what they told me?"

"Not really, but if they said that it's probably worth a shot looking into it."

"Can I see what you have on the case so far?"

"I have the case file in my laptop," Katsuki nods, heading towards one of the bedrooms. "And I'll gladly show it to you, but I'd like you to rest for a while first."

"You too! You haven't slept!" Izuku scolds him. Then, something occurs to him that makes him look from one to the other. "Wait! How do you know it's me? Why haven't you tried to ask me–"

"Hey, it's fine," Shoto whispers, kneeling in front of him again. Izuku doesn't realize he's shaking until his boyfriend takes his hands in his. "You're safe."

"It's for the same reason you haven't tried to prove it's us either," Katsuki smiles, sitting right next to him. "No matter how good they are at mimicking, we could tell if it wasn't you. And you know that too."

Izuku takes a deep breath and pulls them both closer to him; he feels their lips pressing against each side of his face.

Yes, he'd recognize them anywhere and perhaps that's why the villain chose Kirishima to mimic instead of one of them.

"We'll keep you safe."

"We'll keep each other safe," Izuku corrects Shoto as Katsuki smirks.

"That's right, nerd."

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[catbountry]

One of these days I'm gonna get completely zonked and write out an entire fucking essay on why Mister Metokur sucks and I don't like him, but I feel like I could just say "he kickstarted the internet dumpster fire that was GamerGate" and have justified my position completely.

So fucking tired of orbiting communities that talk about internet weirdos/drama and seeing creators kiss the fucking ring of some guy just because he's got a voice for radio and surrounds himself with people who are stupider than he is so he can toss them aside as soon as they inevitably do some stupid bullshit that he can make fun of and feel justified in doing so, like Sargon of Akkad and Ethan Ralph, all while lamenting that internet culture has changed since the 2000's and people on the internet like furries now more than they like otaku.

Oh yeah and he's using James Somerton's suicide note as an opportunity to expose Hbomberguy for shit he did nearly two decades ago and shame him for "troll's remorse." If I didn't highly suspect that this is another ploy by James to manipulate people into feeling sorry for him, I'd probably be more disgusted, but it proves this man just operates on pure spite. Like yeah, I get it, overly-performative troll's remorse is fucking cringe, but you're on a podcast with Null making jokes about "stinkditches" and saying unambiguously racist shit while laughing (in a video conveniently deleted from YouTube from September 17th, 2022). And if it weren't for Jim's army of asskissers, I'd probably be way more open about this sort of thing. But who's even reading my Tumblr at this point anyway?

The first time I remember being alarmed by him was that video he did on that creepy pedo who looked at photos of kids in bathtubs, and he was in a call with this guy and some girl said pedo was friends with, and Jim lost his patience and called her a "hole" and to shut up. People kiss Metokur's ass over this video. I don't even know if any action, criminal or otherwise, was taken against the dude and it was just an exercise in lording not being a pedophile over some deeply disturbed guy who probably had some kind of mental disability.

I am pretty much always going to have a fixation on strange internet people, internet drama, and horrifying nightmare people given unrestricted internet access. This is a character flaw of mine. I have tried to view these people more fairly in recent years, though to be honest, there's quite a few of them that are pretty goddamn hard to feel sorry for. But I also recognize a lot of my fascination was probably, at least partially, trollshielding; if I join in with the people making fun of these people, that means I won't be a target. It was a survival strategy learned from childhood and I'm not proud of it. But I also can't do the full troll's remorse because some of those people I talked shit about really were awful people. That doesn't make it okay when I would be snarky and judgemental towards people that didn't deserve it. Trying to stop a pedophile or helping shed light on a zoosadism ring doesn't make you a good person because even bigots hate pedos and people that torture animals. Congratulations on having the faintest resemblance of a conscience, it'd be nice if you could show that same outrage on behalf of black people and trans women. But we know you ain't doin' that.

Also I swear to god if somebody refers to him as "daddy Jim" and they're not taking the piss I'm gonna give them such a pinch.

P.S. James is very likely alive, btw. Who could have seen the serial liar and manipulator telling lies and emotionally manipulating people?

[call-mi-jinx]

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw - I’m here honey

Summary - Bradley Bradshaw pisses you off to your limit. You lose it with him because of stuff going on back home and end up in his arms.

Warnings - swearing, fluff, making out

Main Masterlist Bradley ”Rooster” Bradshaw Masterlist

A/N - the reader has a manchester accent xoxo

bradley "rooster" bradshaw x fem!reader

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw. Where do I even begin?

Well, why don't I start off with, he is a cocky arrogant mother fucker. God he makes me want to claw my eyes out everyone time he flirts with a girl. I mean, what do they even see in him? Sure, he's fit n all. But he's just an arrogant prick that thinks he can get what he wants.

He just writhes in it. He loves it. He's just a twat overall to be honest. and he knows just how to get under my skin. Like right now.

Me and the Dagger Squad are at the Hard Deck, and oh my fucking days, he's just showing off as much as he can. And everyone knows how much I don't like pricks like him. People who show off just for attention. Like, why? To some dumb fuckers he's amazing, but to everyone else, he's just a douchebag.

"Hey! Bradshaw!" Hangman shouted across the room to Rooster who just so happened to be chatting up some blonde bird who probably didn't even have enough brain cells to know that he just wanted a shag tonight. "Come have a round of darts with me Rooster!"

Bradshaw bid farewell to the clueless girl and sauntered over to the rest of the Dagger Squad. He gave me an obnoxious wink which earned an eyeroll from me. Phoenix saw then walked over to sit on the stool next to me.

"You know he just wants a reaction from you? He loves the attention and you know it." I rolled my eyes with a smirk. She gave me a knowing look.

"Yeah, I know. But he just aggravates me tha much tha I can't do much bout it. It's jus automatic now init?" Phoenix laughed at my words. Probably cause of my accent. She loves it so much.

"Then try not to give him a reaction. Like every time he says something stupid or that you don't like. Shut your eyes, take a deep breath, and ignore it." Her advice was actually really good. But not for me.

"Easier said than done Nat. I've just grown up to react to every little thing that happens. Probably the household I were raised in." She patted my shoulder and chuckled a bit.

"I think I'm gonna go outside for a sec. For a toot." A toot means vape. I literally had to explain this about 10,000 times to Phoenix.

She chuckles then gestures to the door. I then walked outside to sit on the bench and got my vape out of my pocket. I took a drag then turned on my phone to reply to my little sister's message that I should have answered hours ago. She was texting me, updating me about how our Nana was back in England. She got diagnosed with cancer a few months ago then started chemo a week after. It's been draining for everyone. And I can't even go to see her because I live so fucking far away.

When I opened the text, my heart dropped and my whole body had gone numb.

she's gone Y/N/N, ik u can't come rn cos ur on duty n everything but i jus thought u needed to know. come as soon as u want xxxxxx

I just sat there. Numb. Frozen. No emotion. No sadness. Nothing. Nada. Absolutely fuck all. I couldn't think straight. Why didn't I at least go see her once? I didn't even get to say goodbye to her. Didn't get to tell her I got into Top Gun which has, well had, always been her dream for me. She wanted me to do it to prove all them dumb ass men that a woman could do what they do but better.

And now, she'll never know. She probably hated me before she died cause I didn't visit her. What if she was upset about it? What if she thought I forgot about her? What if she thought that I stopped caring about her? So many thoughts were running through my head. Different things being said in my head. But they all went quiet when I saw Phoenix walk through the door to outside. Probably to come check on me, God knows how long I've just been sat there staring at my phone. At the text.

"Hey Y/C/S, you okay?" She had a trace of worry laced in her voice and expression. I gave her a tight-lipped smile and nodded.

"I'm great thank you." I faked a happy smile as I got up and gestured for her to follow me back into the Hard Deck.

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It's been about a week since I got the text from Y/L/S/N. I haven't even reacted how someone would normally react to their family member dying. I didn't even reply back to Y/L/S/N. Just left her on opened.

I just acted like everything was okay. No one seemed to notice except one person. Bradshaw. I could tell by the way he looks at me that he knows something is wrong. But he hasn't asked.

Also, I found out I won't be able to make it to the funeral. Which is great. I'll just say my goodbyes another time. Hopefully Nana will understand. She always did.

Right now, we're having a briefing for the day. Which consists of absolutely fuck all, no flying, just some theory work we need to get done apparently.

I came in late so I sadly had to sit next to Bradshaw whose been looking at me like I'm an idiot for the past week. And it's actually quite unnerving.

After the briefing finished, I went straight to the unisex bathrooms to wash my face and clear my head for at least a few minutes. That was until I heard the door open. I looked to the source of the sound to see Bradshaw. Great. Why does he always come near me at the worst times? It's like he has a sixth sense about this shit.

"Hey Y/C/S, are you okay? You seem a bit off." He had worry and concern plastered on his face and in his voice. I nodded by head as I looked at the ground.

"Why? Why do you even care? It's not like we're friends or anything? And it's none of your business anyway?" I only glanced up at him for half a second before looking back down. It's tiring playing this whole "I'm happy and nothing's wrong!" facade. It's tiring keeping a smile on my face. Making the same type of jokes as if nothing has happened. Cause something has happened. And I haven't even reacted in the proper, normal way.

"I just wanna know. Cause I've gotta be honest... I'm a little worried about you. Something about you's changed. You seem a little less yourself." I'm sorry, but how the fuck has Rooster, out of everyone I've been around for the past week, noticed but no one else fucking has?

"Nothing is wrong Rooster. And even if there was, why would I talk about it with you? All you do and seem to like doing is piss me off." I finally looked up at him. Annoyance clear on my face.

"I only do that shit because I thought we were both joking around with each other. And I thought we were friends. But I guess I was wrong about that." He looked me dead in the eye then walked out.

I looked back in the mirror and made myself look presentable before going back outside from the toilets.

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It's now been 2 months after the funeral. I'm a little gutted that I couldn't be there to say goodbye. But obviously I wouldn't have been allowed to go, I'm on duty still and I hadn't even told anyone about it. Not even Phoenix. And it's gonna stay that way for as long as I can make it.

I was in the changing room having a shower. Luckily, I had made it short cause as I got out of the shower I heard someone come into the changing rooms.

It was Bradshaw. Yet again.

"Alright Y/N, I was going to let you tell someone at your own pace but just tell me now. What has gotten you so upset that you're just acting like a robot? And don't give me any of that bullshit 'nothing's wrong and I'm fine' crap because I won't believe you." After he finished I got right back to getting changed. I didn't even acknowledge his chasing after me when I went into a cubicle for some privacy.

As soon as I had gotten out the cubicle to put my shoes on, Bradshaw was standing right outside.

"For fuck sake Bradshaw! Why won't you just leave me alone about it?" I looked him dead in the eye with nothing short of anger. I've been feeling a lot of that lately. And every single time is because of Bradley fucking Bradshaw.

"Because you're acting like someone's fucking died! You're acting all numb and shit!" As soon as he finished his sentence, I finally broke down. After fuck knows how many months of my body not allowing me to even react in a normal way after finding out my Nana had cancer. I had finally broke down.

I dropped to my knees and curled up in a ball as I leaned against the wall. Tear after tear after tear. I couldn't stop. Even if I wanted to.

I looked up at the ceiling until I felt hands on my arms rubbing up and down on them. I looked down and saw Bradshaw, sat on the ground in front of me looking at me dead in the eyes. Something came over me and I just threw myself at him into a hug. He instantly wrapped his arms around me as he tried his best to comfort me.

He was shushing me like I was a crying baby, which I practically was if I'm being honest, and telling me that it's all gonna be okay and that he's here with me. After about 10 minutes of solid crying, I calmed down and looked up at Bradshaw.

We were close. Like very close. Close enough that I could feel his breath fan over my face and see the little hazel specs in his eyes. and all the scars on his cheeks and neck. I scanned his face as he did the same with mine. Then I realised. We were still in each other's embrace. But neither one of us attempted to pull away.

"Thank you Bradley." I said to him with the first genuine, but small, smile I had done in months. As I looked at him more, I realised how gorgeous he actually was. And how much of my type he was.

"No problem sweetheart." That nickname. That fucking nickname shouldn't have affected me the way it did. It made my whole body feel warm. It made blood rise to my cheeks.

In that moment, I don't know what came over me but I quickly pressed my lips against his. But he froze, at first I thought it was just shock but after a few seconds he was still frozen. I quickly pulled away and pulled myself out of his embrace and stood up.

"Fuck. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I don't know why I even did that. By your reaction you didn't like it either." I started to chuckle nervously. Why the fuck did I do that? I've never liked him, not even in a friend way so why the fuck did I choose to do that? I kept on rambling on and on with myself, saying my thoughts out loud for Rooster to hear.

"Y/N." I ignored him and kept on waffling on with myself.

"Y/N." He said a bit more stern at me. I still ignored him and kept talking.

"Y/N!" That finally got my attention. I looked up at him, on the brink of another few tears coming out of my eyes.

"What?" I looked at him softly and looked for any expression other than one that said 'I don't like you, and I didn't like that kiss either so please leave me alone' because that would just make my day worse.

"You shouldn't be sorry. I've wanted to do that ever since we started Top Gun honey. I was just really shocked that you did it because you've never even hinted you liked me. So... could we do that again?" All I did was nod before connecting our lips again.

Bradley wrapped his arms around my waist as I did the same but behind his neck. The kiss was slow, soft. Just the way I liked it. He began to move his hands and caressed the sides of my body. I slid my hands up his neck into his hair and pulled on it slightly, which earned a slight moan from him.

We both pulled away for air. I looked into his eyes and it felt different with him now. Felt nicer. Comfier. He smiled at me as we both came out of the embrace.

“Do you come over to my house? After work?” I asked him as I dipped down to grab my bag. He nodded with a happy smile.

“Yeah, I’d like that. That’s be great Y/N.” I gave Bradley a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before practically skipping out the changing rooms.

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After work, I just wanted to drive home, have a shower and go to sleep. I didn’t have any plans anyway, did I? Just to check I looked at my calendar and had nothing. So I just walked back to my car and started to drive home.

As I got to my door, I rummaged through my bag, found my keys, and unlocked the door. I couldn’t even be arsed to have a shower so I flopped onto my couch and lost it again. I began balling my eyes out and shoved my face into my pillow.

I must’ve forgot to lock the door because I heard the door open and quickly sat up, alert. Not knowing who or what just opened my front door. As soon as I saw Bradley turn round the corner, I tried to wipe my tears away without him seeing.

“You okay honey?” I just nodded my head weakly as he came and sat down next to me. I leaned my head on his shoulder as I wrapped my arm around his stomach. He wrapped his around my shoulder and stroked it reassuringly.

“I don’t know why it’s taken me this long to actually react to it.” He looked at me confused with his brows furrowed. Of course he didn’t know, I hadn’t told him and now he probably thinks I’m weird.

“Taken this long for you to react to what?” That’s when the waterworks came back yet again. Why the fuck did they have to start at the slightest mention of my Nana being dead? Gone forever?

“3 months ago my Nana died. I just didn’t react. No crying. No being sad. Nothing. Literally nothing. And then when you said I’m acting like someone died, it flipped a switch. Like it turned my reactions on again. And I- I- I just want her back. I didn’t even get to fucking say goodbye to her Bradley! Imagine that, not being by their side when they’re gone. Let alone being in a whole different fucking country!” I sat up and threw my cushion across the room, angry at myself for not even trying to see her. I guess I didn’t want to. I didn’t want the image of her being up and healthy to go away so I just stayed here. In America.

“Oh honey. It’s not your fault.” I shook my head vigorously. I stood up and looked at his form on the couch.

“But Bradley it is my fault. She had all these plans for me. And when I found out she got cancer, I didn’t even try to go visit her. I didn’t want to. I never made any effort whatsoever.” At that, I dropped to my knees tears coming one after the other.

Bradley was quick to move to hug my and comfort me. “Don’t worry Y/N. I’m here honey. For whatever you need. And it is not your fault. At all. I get why you didn’t want to see her, you didn’t want the image of her being happy and healthy to be replaced by someone that isn’t her but looks like her.” He rubbed my arms then picked me up and sat back on the couch with me on his lap. I tightly hugged him, not wanting to let go in fear of him disappearing.

“Thank you Bradley. Thank you so fucking much. And I’m sorry for being a dick to you.” I apologised profusely as I wiped my tears away and smiled up at him.

He kissed me on my forehead and smiled at me. “Oh honey. It’s alright. And I think I was the dick in this situation. Because all I did was show off to you like a pretentious prick. All because I wanted your attention.” And that’s when it hit me. He wanted my attention.

“W-what?” He chuckled at my confusion.

“I tried to get your attention in every way I could, because the first time I saw you, I just thought ‘wow, she’s fucking gorgeous’ and I couldn’t get you out of my head since.” I looked at him with confusion which then changed to something else that I can’t quite put my finger on.

Instead of replying I just placed my lips on his in a hungry yet soft manner. He quickly reciprocated this and placed his hands on the back of my head to deepen the kiss. After a while it turned into a full blown make out session. Like the ones I used to have back in high school. And probably the same for him.

We both pulled away at the same time, and as I scanned his face, all he did was stare into my eyes with something that looked like love? I don't know, my experience comes from cunts who just wanted a shag so yeah.

"Be my girlfriend." Bradley looked at me with a seriousness I've never seen on his face before. I raised an eyebrow.

"Excuse me?" I gave a questioning look when he shook his head and chuckled to himself.

"I'm sorry- I- I mean, will you be my girlfriend?" He said with the same look in his eyes as before. I pondered on the question until I had my answer.

"Yes, only if you tell and show all them girls that you're now mine." Bradley gave me a cheeky smirk and he lay me down on the couch and placed a chaste kiss on my lips.

"Of course honey. I'd love to do that for you." We both smiled at each other until our lips were connected once again.

[bigusbossus]

kaz crying like a little bitch the first time bb fucks him bc hes so humiliated that hes getting fucked by a man 🤤 like not only is he having gay sex hes the one taking it up the ass oh i know thatd damage his ego badddd. he'd be sniffling and crying while bb was fucking him like "im not gay i swear im not gay im not gay im" and bb just clamps his hand over kazs mouth to shut him up 🤤🤤🤤

Though Kaz has always prided himself in being a honest to God straight man, there are a few people that would be exceptions. He says he's heteroflexible, giving a man a handjob dosnt necessarily mean he's gay, or wanting to rail the brains out of Robert Plant dosnt mean he's gay, c'mon who dosnt wanna bang that man? It's not gay as long as he isn't the one being “done”

There's one man that likes to push his boundaries though, and that's BB. He can't count the amount of times he's been pushed to his knees and ordered to suck Him off, to wrap his pretty little lips around the beast of a dick and suck on it until he's swallowing every single drop of cum. But that's just two buddies being buddies right? Kaz has seen alot of that in college as as far as he knows none of his friends are gay. 

He's always imagined his real first time with a man to be with some hot Twink writhing beneath him, taking out slow rhythmic noises from them and finishing inside them. Its nothing like the situation he finds himself in now, with tears streaming down his face, throat so hoarse from moaning and screaming, his ass torn from getting ravished so unceremoniously. His hair is getting pulled back, and his entire body is shaking. 

And worse of all it feels so fucking good.

BB only laughs at his stupid babbling. Moaning through pleads of “ I'm not gay, Boss! Pull it- Nghh– Out!!” BB is never pulling out, if he could he'd stay inside Kaz forever, making a fool out of him. 

Kaz feels so entirely broken…but still this isn't gay right?? right??? they're not looking at each other, and he's got shoes on, fuck maybe he is a little a gay??? and who isn't?!?!? but still that dosnt mean he's gay!! even when he cums all over the bed when BB hits his prostate just a litttleee too hard he's not a queer, he might just love his boss more than he loves any other man, yeah that could be it! But- 

His brain just goes wild, thinking of everything in the book to justify enjoying this, to justify the way he's moaning like a girl on BB’s dick. And bb isn't stopping, not after the first orgasm and not even the second one. He continues on and on and on until the yapping in Kazuhira's brain turn into soft fuzzy static. 

And by the end of it Kaz is just like jelly, slumped against the bed with his hole thoroughly filled. When he wakes up he has his face in his hands, contemplating the last few hours as BB snores peacefully next to him. It's one guy that dosnt mean he's gay. 

And that sentiment stays with him, for each and everytime that BB fucks him, for each and every time he cums screaming His name. Until that too starts to falter and he realizes, fuck, maybe he does love taking it up the ass and being a slutty little bottom, and maybe he is just a tiny bit gay for BB…and maybe just a little bit too addicted to his cock for your average “heteroflexible” man.

[wifting]

(-v-) Cautionne helps to comfort you after a rough day. \(-o-)/

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You sit curled up overwhelmed at the occurrences you've been put through. You try to hush your loud unsteady breathing so the microphones wouldn't pick up your panic.

:a door opens:

Cautionne:Er.. Labrat?

oh god he must have heard you. You quickly try to make yourself look put together, you can't be seen freaking out by some kid.

Cautionne:Did you really think you could hide from me in my own room? You really are just a stupid STOP agent..

:he sits down on the floor next to you:

Cautionne:Ugh stop making me feel bad.

"What?" You thought. Is he concerned about you? The person who's been making your life hell with what looks like little to no remorse is pitying you? What kind of joke is this?

Cautionne:You need to realize how pitiful you look right now, labrat

:he scoffs:

:he stops and looks like he's thinking for a second:

Cautionne:Ugh here get up I'll show you something.

You get up and follow him to a drawer in the room. He opens the drawer which houses a collection of neatly lined up... Something in cases?

:he pulls one of the cases out and opens it:

Cautionne:you see this

:he pulls something out of the case:

Cautionne: this is a CD. Bet you don't see these often? Orr are you old enough to remember when these were still more commonly used?

:he laughs slightly:

You knew what a CD was, they weren't THAT old. Though this type of casing was different from how you see them used these days. You think back on when you were younger, didn't your uncle have a ton of CDs in cases like these?

Cautionne:This one is the best one in my whole collection! I bet you wouldn't recognize it though..

:he looks a bit upset for a second before getting back to his usual confident demeanor:

Cautionne:Take a gander Labrat!

:he closes the case and holds out the front of it towards your face confidently with a large grin:

The case was a distinct blue with four men standing somewhat awkwardly on it with some text in the corner. You didn't recognize it at all.

Cautionne:These guy's music is so good! This album is my favorite one

:he looks down at the case:

So it was a music CD? Huh you had nearly forgotten people used to keep music on those.. You were never really a guy for the retro nostalgia core stuff

Cautionne:Yeah this one is so cool! The instrumentals and composition are just so-

:he catches himself and puts back on a bit more of a serious tone. He didn't wanna look like some kid:

Cautionne:to be honest the reason I showed this to you is because well

:he slouches slightly and his facial expression softens:

Cautionne:I thought these songs could help you feel better.

Help me feel better? You were confused on why he would want to help you feel better at all considering how much he seemed to despise you.

Cautionne:to be honest.. Urgh :he shows a slight disgusted face about what he's about to do: sometimes even supervillains have to show some compassion..

:he has a sentimental look in his eyes:

Cautionne:when Dr Danger and I got here she found some of these CDs in storage at this place and well since we didn't have much else to do to pass the time we would listen to them a lot.

:he grips his skirt and looks down embarrassed:

Cautionne:truth is: these songs helped me a lot in those times.. I just wanted more people to get to hear them. Would you... Listen to them with me.

Huh? So he just wanted you to listen to some songs with him? That's all? Well.. It couldn't hurt

Cautionne:Really you're interested!

:he brushes himself off and goes to his desk to grab what looked like one of those old music player speakers:

:he clicks open the speakers cover for where the disk goes and takes the disk out of the case and puts it in:

Cautionne:You better like this Labrat. This is what good music sounds like

↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺

:he presses the play button:

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[bondew]

lmao imagine not having friends cade, and imagine ur friends leaving u for sport dazz! losersssss!!

Cadence Lane.

As the professer walks in i fix my posture and move my gaze from the window to him. My laptop is already open on fresh word doccument, along with a second tap with the project. I've already emailed it so I doubt we will use it, best to stay prepared though. He begins to ramble and the 60 people in the room are visibly bored. I end up doodling on my pale hand with a black pen, still paying attention but just keeping myself occupied. I've forgotton about the idea of taking actual notes and I'm just remembering everything important. It may sounds like I dont like what I do but when you have the same chatty teacher each lecture you just eventually get sick of it. I can't stop thinking about that boy from the library, I wonder why he didn't stay with his friends, I mean they looked like they were having a great time. He was weird, reading about bugs instead of being with your friends. Like if I had friends I would spend as much time with them as possible, and I'd feel pretty shit if they were having a bunch of fun without me. Not that I want friends! That's so stupid. Maybe they're mean to him? I wouldn't be too surprised, they seem very different to bug boy. Two hours later half the class are dead asleep, the rest are bored out of their minds and a couple weird students are all bubbly and awake. To be honest they are probably survivng on caffine. I pack up my things as we get dismissed, sliding my laptop and pencil case into my black messenger bag. Shoving on a white coat over my turtle neck I step out into the hallway, just a couple steps out i run into someone. "God! Watch out!" I say by instinct. I stare at the persons as they beg to be forgiven, "Oh! I'm so sorry sir!" They smile sweetly and looks at me. "Bug boy?" I accidently say aloud. "Oh yeah! Haha!" He holds up the heavy book. "Oh shit- um I didn't mean to say that out loud, sorry!" Wait why the fuck am I apologising- I never do that! I look back up and he's just laughing while walking away.

Bug Boy.

For some odd reason as we practice my first scene, which Juliet isn't even it I'm shaking- like I may get nervous sometimes on stage but never during rehearsal?! Despite this I think I did an ok job, it's just weird how I'm so nervous today, when I woke up I was fine! God.. I spot my friends walking down the hallway as I exit the auditorium, running to them I instantly just start smiling and joking away. My friends complain about their classes and then before I can even start on mine, they all excuse themselves so they can go to training. My smile fades but I wipe it back on and just keep walking. Suddenly I bump into someone. "God! Watch out!" They snap, and I start apologizing continually. "Oh! I'm so sorry sir!" "Bug boy?" They say and I stare into their emerald eyes before realizing that they sat in front of me in the library, I hold up my book and start laughing. "Oh yeah! Haha!" I start to walk away but I still hear them say something and then mutter to themselves. I make my way off campus and find a ramen shop, I actually see a couple of my friends outside of the group but decide to just eat by myself. Swiping my card I buy a bowl and sit down at the bar seats. They don't come over to me so I assume they didn't see me. The food comes out quite quickly and I start slurping. I wonder why that guy remembered me, am I that memorable. Well it was only a couple hours ago- and I did wake him up. Oh shit- Now I've woken him up and bumped into him! He probably hates me.. I hang my head and the front of my hair touches the soup in the bowl, I pull up my head and wipe the tuffs with my sleeve. Picking up the bowl I slurp down the soup and pay before leaving. My couple friends are still in there, they were probably just talking. Luckily my literature class got cancelled since my professor is sick so I can just go back to my dorm. The streets are quite empty as I cross back to the UNI, suddenly a cast of grey storm clouds shower me in rain and I am forced to run back. Slumping down on my hard mattress I grab a towel and aggressively shake my head. Pulling off my wet clothes, I hang them on the windows and change, leaving my shirt off. I sit down at my desk with a blanket wrapped around me I check my emails just in case my professor uploads any work. Sadly she did and I'm forced to write. I begin to thoroughly read the email and I'm shocked when it's free writing. She never lets us do free so this is quite exiting. We have to write at least 10,000 words, my current work in progress has around 8,000 so I just continue that. Around an hour later it's finally at just over 10,000 and I can submit it. I make sure to replace all the swear words and recheck my spelling and grammar about a million times.

[spikeymarshmallows]

wholeass Edizzy brain-dump that I posted into discord once, but I wanted to share with people, about subdrop, topdrop, all those very very fun and shitty emotions yayyyyy.

Just imagining they're maybe still just... fucking. or hell, they're together properly, and they've been doing kink shit for ages. and it's great and hot and fun.

They kiss all hot and nice just inside Ed’s door before they part ways for the day. Izzy has bruises across his butt and down his thighs. Ed had really gotten him worked up the night before, and they'd gone way harder than they had before. It had been so fucking hot, Izzy pleading pleading pleading, and Ed kept expecting Izzy to hiss in the way that Ed now knew meant "slow down, just a little, but don't fucking stop"--but it just never came. [he's not aware he's doing these mental checks, but there's a moment through the haze of INTENSE HORNY that he's like "....Is Izzy okay??" but nope, Izzy is doing amazing, this isn't a self-harm through kink thing, he's just SOARING]. Ed's arm is kinda sore from it, if he's honest with himself.

Maybe it was something about the constant prostate-milking-edging Ed was doing. Who knows, certainly not Ed. (certainly Ed. >:)))) )

Either way, they're both on their own highs the next morning. Deep, hard kisses before work that have Ed pushing Izzy up against the door, gripping the back of his thigh to swing his leg around Ed's hip, fuck fuck, no, no, we gotta stop, can't be late again or the crew are going to give him so much shit.

Izzy's on cloud fucking nine all morning. He keeps leaning on the railings of the ship in such a way that it'll press on his bruises, and he's so glad he’s got a good poker face about these kinds of things. He's kept his facial expressions under control, but he's definitely enjoying the bruises too much.

The tiredness starts to hit that afternoon, but that's fine. It IS afternoon and they had been up just past midnight fucking each other stupid.

Hmmm. He hopes Ed isn't too tired. He'd mentioned through a laugh that morning that his shoulder was sore from laying into Izzy so hard the night before. He'd laughed, kissing Izzy and calling him a needy little slut. Izzy had glowed, laughed, rubbed at Ed's shoulder and dug his thumbs in as Ed cuddled against his tummy. Ed had been tracing the edges of the marks that he could reach as they lounged that way.

Ed had laughed then, and Izzy had too. But... did Ed think he was needy? like, actually needy? Izzy knew he could be needy, but Ed had always said he liked that. He liked being wanted so much, that Izzy made him feel wanted and desired, that Izzy was always ready to jump on Ed's dick at a moment's notice, that he couldn't seem to get enough of Ed as Ed couldn't seem to get enough of Izzy. 

Okay, but... but... what if Ed did find him needy, and not always in the good way? Like, Izzy actually didn’t mind helping the crew out, particularly when some of them were absolute naturals and listened to everything Izzy said, actually took it on board. Izzy liked feeling like he was needed and wanted, that they respected him and his knowledge and experience, but... yeah, some days, he kinda wished they’d just run their fucking drills without needing him to watch their every move, could just do the shit they needed to do without being told all the time.

And Ed, Christ. Izzy loved Ed so much but he got annoyed at her needing him sometimes. Ed was constantly changing his mind, chasing after this whim and that, doing absolutely ridiculous shit. Sure, it always worked out, and it cemented just how brilliant Ed was to Izzy, but Christ alive, it annoyed the fuck out of Izzy some days.

....Ed and Izzy weren't even in love. Ed didn’t love Izzy the way Izzy loved him. Surely Ed got annoyed at how needy Izzy was.

Izzy just... he just wanted to know like, Ed wasn't mad at him. That he didn't think Izzy was annoying, and he'd had fun last night. God, what if Izzy had pushed him too far by continuing to ask for moremoremore? What if his arm was actually sore? It was funny that morning but maybe it was really bothering him today. Shit, that’d be just like him—Ed had started complaining about his knee a few months ago too—what if that was something Izzy had done too?

He kinda wanted to see Ed, then. Like, really badly. They hadn't made plans to see each other that night and Izzy had the last watch, but it was pretty normal for them to hangout about half the nights of the week. But... hmm. Jack had been sailing with them the previous few weeks; Ed hadn’t had a night alone in weeks. He probably wouldn’t mind a night alone, certainly didn’t need Izzy coming in with his… *emotions*. (he hadn't said as much, but Izzy knew.  ....Izzy didn't know, but okay, maybe he was spiralling a little bit, checking the same number of barrels in the hold over and over again, forgetting what his count was halfway through each time).

And anyway, poor Izzy is standing there, suddenly doubting everything. A thousand questions that really amounted to "am I too much???" swirling in his stressed lil head. 

He was clenching his jaw so hard that he was starting to get a headache behind his right eye. Ed always poked his jaw when he noticed Izzy doing that, sometimes laughed and used it as an excuse to shove his fingers in Izzy mouth. "Protecting your teeth, baby" he'd joke sometimes, pulling Izzy's cheek in weird directions, just to be a pest. Sometimes he'd use the fingers in his mouth for.... other purposes

anyway, Izzy spiralling. He goes back to his room.

For the first time in months, he doesn't breathe a sigh of relief when he shuts out the world.

He's usually SO GLAD when he gets to his room. He's spent all day around the crew and shit, and here he can just… relax. Enjoy the darkness, the quiet.

But now? The room is empty. and dark. It doesn’t feel safe. It feels… empty.

That's fine, Ed usually asks for him around sunset.

But the sun sets and he tenses, half-hopeful, every time he hears the sound of someone walking near his room. No knock comes.

Izzy changes out of his clothes, puts on his other set, these ones a little cleaner. The bruises look amazing, Ed will be thrilled. Knowing him, he'll probably rub against them gently, then the fucker will bite them because it's funny to watch Izzy huff and squirm. 

He's all clean now. But his stomach is tight and he's not hungry.

And nobody has knocked on his door.

Ed's probably just busy....

Or maybe he just needs a break from Izzy. Maybe he just needs a quiet night. Last night had been intense, and Izzy knew it took a lot out of Ed sometimes. Sometimes he needed to decompress. Months ago, when Izzy had heard him say that for the first time, and had made excuses to go. Ed had huffed and pulled him by the vest to sit his ass back down, Ed meant "decompress as in smoke with you, not be left alone with my own miserable thoughts".

Maybe he needs a break from Izzy.

That's fine.

Izzy is fine.

Eventually, someone opened his door—Ed never fucking knocked, and it didn’t usually bother Izzy, but tonight it fucking *did*. Izzy is sitting stiffly at his desk, trying to have a Normal and Relaxing Evening Damn It. He's picking at his dinner that he’d brought back to his room. 

He almost doesn't want to turn to look at him. He could show Ed he's all Independent. He doesn't rely on Ed for his comfort. Hell, he doesn't need comfort, he's strong and capable of taking care of his own emotions, thank you! Not to mention, if he needs to be comforted afterwards... Maybe Ed will go easier on him. And Izzy doesn't want that. Izzy wants to keep doing all the weird and intense shit they're doing. He wants to do more. Wants to go harder.

God. Does that make him a freak? Or more of a freak? He knew the stuff he liked was weird. He'd never tried it with any of the whores he'd slept with... He knew how the crew would talk if they *knew*. 

If what he liked was normal and okay, people wouldn't talk. If they knew Israel Hands, first mate to Blackbeard, the bastard they respected and feared, liked to bend over like this, *loved* the ways that Ed hurt him, brought him to his knees and degraded him… Well, they wouldn’t respect him anymore. If Izzy was the one giving the pain, it wouldn't be as big of a deal.

Shit.

He really did like some fucked up stuff, didn't he? What kind of person liked to be hit while having sex? What kind of person begged for harder hits across the backs of their thighs? What kind of person liked a little blood in their fucking, loved the burn and the ache? What kind of person came without permission when someone worked them up and *finally*, after what felt like hours, spat in their mouth? That was some real fucked up shit. God, and he sometimes... sometimes... when he was really far under... he'd call Ed "Daddy". Not always. He never meant to, it just... sorta.... slipped out.

But Izzy didn't even like his father! Gross! He'd never thought of his father that way, what the fuck!! So why did he sometimes call Ed "Daddy"?

Ed clears his throat.

Ed's there, acting all... fine. And Normal. He was thinking of going here, and the weather was perfect for it, shouldn’t take them more than a day or two, and sorry he hadn’t seen Izzy all day, there’d been endless distractions and drama from a few of those new blokes they’d picked up a few weeks back, anyway, did Izzy wanna hang out that night?

"Nah, I'm okay. I'm... gonna have an early night, I think."

"Oh. Yeah. That's fair. Totally cool, man." Ed sounds a bit funny. He doesn't sound relieved, like Izzy expects. "Tomorrow night then?"

"Uh, yeah. Maybe. I'll... I'm pretty tired, I'll have to see."

"oh. Yeah. Cool. That's cool."

SO. Izzy goes to bed early that night.

He does not sleep well.

Next day, much of the same. He's feeling brittle and fragile, and he's snapped at everyone, even Charlie, who is by far Izzy’s favourite crew member, and his head hurts because he slept like shit and he clenched his jaw real bad when he did. 

He hasn't heard from Ed. 

Sure, he hasn't gone to find Ed either. But he's trying not to be needy. He can handle his own feelings. 

....He just... he wishes he didn't feel so gross and disgusting for calling Ed "Daddy" in the heat of the moment. And did he have to cry just before he came? God, so pathetic. And Ed's shoulder was probably still fucked. Had Ed even had fun?? Had Izzy given him what he wanted from that? Like, sure, Ed had come (twice) but... was he just... humouring Izzy?

The day passes miserably. He keeps pressing his bruises, and biting his tongue when he does because it stops tears springing to his eyes.

Gross. He's going to cry again??? Well, that made him feel more pathetic. God, he was so stupid.

This whole thing was so stupid.

He goes back to his room.

When it comes time to eat, he struggles to swallow it, even though what Cook’s made is actually pretty decent. It keeps getting caught in his chest. 

Ed comes to his door again.

Ed launches into a story about his day, about this place Jack had said was worth a visit, that maybe they should consider getting a cat for the ship because there were rats, and Ed wondered if rats could be trained, and wouldn’t that be fucking cool, to train the rats to attack people, just set out a plank and the rats would take care of the rest, and yeah, actually, he was gonna try that, yeah, never mind the cat idea, this was way better.

Izzy hums as Ed talks, doesn't say anything. The tightness in his chest eases a little as Ed is talking to him the same way he always does. Ed doesn't... doesn't sound mad at him. He doesn't sound like he's sick of Izzy and thinks he's needy and gross and awful.

Eventually, Ed stops for a breath, exhales heavily. "Shit, sorry, I've been talking at you for like... fifteen minutes straight. Don't think I took a breath there."

"You gasped just before you asked if rats could be trained to attack for you." Izzy feels miserable, but a tiny tiny smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he says that. 

"Oh cool, okay, one breath in fifteen minutes, that's not bad, right? Reckon I could make a decent swimmer, Izzy? S’longer than you, I reckon." 

"ha."

Ed's voice gets softer, gentler. "How're you feeling? Sleep okay last night?" 

Izzy swallows. He wants to bite out some excuse, find some way to end this conversation, before he can annoy Ed. 

He must be silent for longer than he thinks. 

"Iz?" 

Ed so rarely calls him that, unless he's trying to annoy him. Sometimes he'll call him that after Izzy calls him "Daddy" too... 

"Um. No, I didn't really sleep well." Izzy finally chokes the words out. He's impressed at how normal he sounds. That sounded normal, right??

Ed is silent for a long moment. "Hey, uh. Wanna crack into that fancy wine we got last week?" Something is off in his voice. 

Izzy's gut drops. 

This is it. Ed is going to end things. He wants to soften the blow on Izzy with liquor. 

Izzy wants to make up an excuse, a reason why he can't, but his ears are roaring and he's gonna be sick. Eventually he agrees, light and easy.

Izzy doesn't know what to do with himself, says he’ll go get the wine so Ed can get comfortable. 

He takes a swig of it as he makes his way back to Ed’s cabin. Another one just before he knocks on Ed’s door.

Ed looks good, legs propped up on the desk. God, he always looks good. Nervous, a bit hesitant. 

"Hey."

"Hey." 

Izzy doesn't think to move to let him inside.

"Uh, wanna come in?" Ed asks eventually. 

"Oh. Right. Yeah. Sure."

Izzy stands helplessly just inside the door. Ed’s standing, and Izzy doesn’t know if he should sit down across the desk, or if they should go sit on Ed’s bed; they often sprawl there, but usually much later in the night. Besides, Izzy isn’t there for… for *that* tonight… This is… This is the end.

Izzy isn't sure conversation between the two of them has ever been so stilted. Eventually, Izzy sets the wine down on Ed’s desk, pours them both a drink.

When he turns around, Ed is standing an arms length away, looking so sad. 

"Can I... hug you?" Ed asks tentatively. 

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. This is it. He's gonna hug Izzy, try to soften the blow, surely. 

Izzy nods mutely, even though he wants to be sick. 

The hug is awkward, and Izzy's arms feel wooden as he rests his hands on Ed's hips. He keeps expecting Ed to let go. Ed doesn't. Instead, he takes a big breath in... exhales long and slow. 

And Izzy doesn't know what happens, but something in him just breaks.

He squeezes his eyes shut, trying so hard to stop the stupid tears. He pushes away from Ed, or tries to. Ed lets out a little sound that could almost be described as "wounded". He pulls Izzy back in. 

Izzy is shaking, and trying so so hard to keep it together. He's trying so goddamn hard and Ed is just holding him, and it's so stiff and weird, and Izzy is going to fucking break if Ed doesn't let go of him soon, he needs to get out of there, but Ed is still holding him and--

"hey, hey, it's okay...." Ed is murmuring against the spot where his jaw and ear meet. "I'm here, I've got you." 

And Izzy isn't crying, but he can't stop shaking, and his knees feel weak and standing is so hard and Ed is trying to pull them back towards the bed, not letting go of him.

Izzy isn't really sure how they make it those few steps, but Ed is pulling him onto the bed, shifting him so that Izzy is basically cradled against him, his legs thrown over Ed's thighs. The whole time, his other arm doesn't leave Izzy's shoulder, not until they're settled on the edge of the bed. Izzy can't stop shaking, and fuck he's crying now, not a lot, but he's sniffling and his nose is stuffy, and he can't quite breathe right. And Ed is just holding holding holding him. 

"It's okay, I'm here. It's okay, I'm here. You're okay. You're safe. You're so good, Iz. You're so fucking good."

And it's so stupid, it's so fucking stupid, but every time he thinks he's hit the final breaking point, he splinters again. Ed just keeps holding him, and saying sweet words and kisses his temple and now his hands are running through Izzy's hair, blunt but calloused fingertips running over his scalp.

Izzy expects to sob. He feels like his chest is cracking open, and he's still wanting to be sick. But he doesn't sob. Tears just start running down his cheeks, and they won't stop. He's given up (for the moment) trying to push Ed away, Ed's grip on his shoulder is so tight, it's almost like Ed needs to hold Izzy as much as Izzy needs to be held. 

Ed keeps pressing kisses to the side of his head, the top of it, holding Izzy harder even than the way Ed holds him down and fucks him. 

Izzy finally manages to get a hold of his emotions, is able to somewhat stem the tears. Afterall, if Ed is here to end things.... he... he'd rather get it over with.

"Sorry," Izzy chokes, sitting up a little more and furiously rubbing at his leaky eyes with the heels of his palms. "I dunno what's wrong, just. It's stupid." He laughs, but it's empty. 

Ed narrows his eyes at him. "Izzy..."

Izzy gives a tight smile, shifts back a little to put some space between them. "Sorry, shouldn't have done that. But uh, thanks?" 

Ed is looking at him weirdly. "What?" 

Izzy shakes his head quickly, as if he's shaking off the sadness, the tears. He smiles, or tries to. "Sorry, um. Why'd you want the wine? Do you... need to talk about anything?"

Ed blinks. "I... should I... not? Want the fancy wine?" 

"Well, I dunno. I just wanna say... I've... appreciated. Everything we've done. And everything you've shown me. It was... uh. Really cool."

Really cool. Wow. What a ringing endorsement. 

Ed blinks again. The silence stretches.

"What the fuck is going on?" Ed asks, voice almost squawking the way it does whenever he's mad or confused.

Izzy isn't sure what to say. How to word it. Words aren't his thing, those are Ed's. He wishes Ed would just start the whole "hey, it's been really great what we've been doing but...." 

But Ed isn't saying that. He's just looking confused, annoyed--oh god, he's looking annoyed. Any of the warm feelings Izzy hadn't even known were filling him dropped back to ice. Ed was annoyed at him. Fuck. Shit. Fuck, shit. 

"I'm sorry," Izzy finally says, closing his eyes. 

"For what?" 

"I..." 

Before Izzy can fumble his way through more words, Ed is yanking him forward again and pulling him back into Ed's arms.

This time Izzy sobs.

Two days--in many ways, it feels like two decades--worth of tears start forcing their way through his chest and throat. He's crying, snotting against Ed's shirt, and the sounds he's making are so gross and big and ugly, and Izzy hates it, and hates that they won't stop, and that he just feels so stupid, and weak, and pathetic, and stupid, and pathetic, and needy, and fucked up and broken. 

He barely realises it but he's just saying he's sorry, over and over and over, and Ed is holding him, rocking him a little, telling him every time that it's okay, it's all okay, he promises. 

Ed's lower back must be hurting him because he shifts them further up the bed when Izzy calms for a brief moment. Ed still won't let go, just lies back against the blankets and pulls Izzy against him, keeps Izzy against him by wrapping both legs tightly around him.

When Izzy finally calms, his head is throbbing. And Ed is still there. Ed pushes up a little, pushes until he's sitting. Holds Izzy's face in both of his hands, wiping the damp hair at his temples, wiping the tears that keep leaking down Izzy's sore face, presses kisses to his forehead and lips. 

"Oh Iz," Ed whispers, pulling him back in. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

Through tears, Ed finally coaxes words out of Izzy. How shitty he's felt the past two days. How gross and awful he feels. How, fuck, how he wishes his stupid mouth hadn't told Ed that because he loves what they do and he doesn't want them to stop just because he's feeling gross. How he hates how fucked up he is. 

....How he's sure Ed is here to end things with him. How he's sure Ed thinks he's a pest, and Izzy's stupid feelings of being gross and fucked up are a bother.

And Ed is just so very "what in the actual fuck??? Ending what we do???? are you insane? Did I hit you too hard the other night? We have rules against anything hitting your face or head for a reason, but did I somehow do it accidentally??" He probably doesn't have the language to know about "drop" per se, but he totally knows the feelings that Izzy is talking about. How sometimes he'll crawl into bed, stare off into space, wonder what the fuck is wrong with him that hitting someone gets him so fucking hard. How seeing those marks on Izzy, hearing him cry out in pain makes Ed feel lightheaded with power and arousal. Like, he knows he's fucked in the head, but yeah, he always feels kinda shitty after they do this stuff. But after a few days, he's usually okay again. He usually tries to see Izzy as much as he can the few days after, because it comforts him. Izzy is always so fucking happy to see him, and usually still glowing from the fuckery they got up to. And it's harder to condemn himself, to hate himself, when Izzy seems so delighted at what they do. Izzy doesn't hate him for doing dark, fucked up stuff to him. Ed isn't evil, or a monster. Izzy still likes him.

And he tells Izzy all of his... admits he feels a bit weird and clingy... how he's always asking to see Izzy every night for a few nights after they've gone hard. Yeah, he knows it's not super badass pirate of him, but like, the day after Izzy called Ed "Daddy" for the first time, Ed had had a panic attack about What That Said About Him and whether he was even worse than his dickhead of a dad. 

Once the adrenaline has worn off, he always beats himself up. And he feels bad that he hasn't told Izzy all this, but he didn't want Izzy to think he didn't like what they did. He just sometimes needed a few days to feel okay again. He didn't want to stop what they did, and he always worried that if he told Izzy about these feelings, maybe Izzy would want to stop. Izzy was always so soft and doting with him, didn't like Ed to suffer, which, by the way, Ed found totally adorable.

so. YAY. Communication. Izzy curls against him and cries a little more, and Ed keeps telling him he's so good, he's so good, he's amazing and, he loves him, and----

shit.

well, he hadn't meant that. wait, no, like, he meant it. he just... hadn't meant to tell Izzy yet, because... like, as he said, weird and clingy, and he knew Izzy liked him but.... Ed was probably seeing something that wasn’t there and---

Izzy kisses him, shuts Ed's anxious ramblings up. Whispers he loves him too.

It's not the sexiest either of them have ever felt. But they're soon peeling off clothes, and pressing into Izzy, and it's sweet and gentle at first, but then Ed's fingers brush over the bruises at the back of Izzy's thighs when he goes to move Izzy's leg higher around his waist, and... Izzy gasps and hisses. Ed grins, digs his fingers in a little, enjoying the sounds Izzy makes and the way he tightens around Ed like that... 

And yeah, they'll definitely have to talk more later, but they're at least being honest with each other about how they feel after these things and want to continue and maybe next time... well, next time, they make plans to see each other for the next few nights. Just in case.

[talesofsorrowandofruin]

heyyyyy! if you're still doing the dragon asks game, can I request fire and poison? 👉👈 thank youuuu ❤

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Fire: share a snippet with some dialogue you’d like to show off. Here's an excerpt from Houses Full of Deceit:

With heavy sarcasm he asked, "What do I owe this pleasure to? Have you been hired to kill me or have you come to turn yourself in?"

Colman laughed. Just once, and with an odd rattle in his chest. "Neither. You'll never believe this but I've come to you for help."

"Really." Yo-han leant against the door-frame. "What sort of help? Did someone hire you to murder their enemy and now won't pay?"

"Not quite. Have you heard of the Hastings murders?"

"Not a word," Yo-han said. Now he regretted not buying international newspapers regularly.

Colman looked up at the ceiling. He didn't sit up, or prop himself up on his elbows, or move any part of his body except his head. "Horrible business. Husband, wife and three children all dead. Shot in the head. And guess who's got the blame?"

Yo-han frowned. "You didn't kill them?"

Colman gave him a downright offended look. "Have I ever killed children?"

To be honest Yo-han had no idea. He'd never been able to work out how many murders Colman had actually committed. Luckily Colman didn't wait for an answer.

"I was in Italy when the Hastings — Hastingses? — were murdered in London. First I heard of it was when I was recognised at the Italian customs. Had to run for my life. Got hold of a paper and discovered the whole thing's been pinned on me. My picture's in every paper in England and most of the ones in Europe too. So I decided to leave Europe. Got as far as Siam by pretending to be a missionary, then I met an attaché of the American embassy in a bar. He'd just been reassigned to Japan. So I got him drunk, stole his tickets, and got on the ship under his name. When we stopped at Seoul I went for a walk around the harbour and never came back. Then I wormed my way into the British embassy, found your address — you'd be amazed what people will say when they think you're Lord So-and-So — and came here."

"You seem to have had a very exciting time," Yo-han observed dryly. "And when did you get injured?"

Colman's casual façade cracked. As he looked at Yo-han, weeks of exhaustion and fear showed on his face. "How did you know?"

"You haven't moved once since I arrived. Either you're unbelievably lazy, or you're trying not to aggravate an injury."

Colman moved his left arm away from his side. "Remember when I said I ran for my life? I meant it. In Bangkok I was recognised again. That was why I resorted to something as stupid as identity theft. The guy went at me with a garden fork, believe it or not. It's shallow but hurts like hell."

Poison: share a snippet that’s all about relationships (good or bad). Here's an excerpt from Silver Glass:

This is not how David wanted to bring Alec into his bedroom. Alec is still shaking. He collapses onto the settee and stares into the fire. David pours him a glass of water and sits beside him. He wraps his arms around Alec's waist and rests his head on his shoulder.

"You'll have to marry her," he says. Alec makes a noise like a wounded animal. "Listen to me. She can destroy us both. You'll have to marry her, collect evidence against her — do you think she'll be faithful? — and divorce her the first chance you get. Ruin her reputation so well that no one will believe anything she says against you."

Alec cranes his neck to look at him. "But David…" He closes his eyes and visibly steels himself to continue. "No church will marry us, no law recognise us, but in my heart I'm married to you. I can't stand in front of God and man and swear to take that woman for better or worse, forsaking all other. It would be a monstrous lie."

David kisses him. He tries to pour all his unhappiness, all his rage at the situation, all his love for Alec into the kiss. Alec responds in kind.

When they break the kiss David presses his forehead against Alec's. Alec wraps his arms around David and pulls him closer. They watch the fire together.

"I couldn't continue this relationship with you," Alec says sadly. David knows him, knows his efforts to reconcile his sexuality with his religion, and was expecting this. "I'd be legally married to her, so I would be breaking a commandment."

"Aren't we already breaking commandments?" David asks. He doesn't want to be a married man's secret lover, but when the marriage is a sham built on blackmail it can hardly be considered binding.

Alec smiles ruefully. "Not one of the ten commandments, unless you count this as covetousness. I can list every reference condemning us, but only adultery is forbidden in the ten commandments."

They fall silent for a while. Alec has stopped shaking. David can guess what's going through his head, and knows his decision before he declares it.

"In the morning I'll tell her I agree to marry her," Alec says, and he says it as if he's reading his own death warrant.

David tightens his grip on him. The morning. It's afternoon and morning is getting rapidly closer. He calculates how long it will be before their absence is commented on. Not long enough. Especially if they miss dinner. But after dinner…

To hell with restraint. He can sneak out of Alec's room and back to his own before the servants start their rounds.

"You know, we haven't had our wedding night yet," he says.

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[willinglyghoulified]

Excerpt from Book 1, Chapter 21: Suspense

(I rather enjoyed this new addition to the fanfic. I enjoy solidifying relationships between characters during the editing process.)

I stood on one of the lookout posts by the bridge with a blanket wrapped around my shoulders. These days, I felt as if I had a permanent scowl plastered onto my face. I hadn't felt like myself in months. My attempt to look out at the calm, gray sky while listening to the river beneath the bridge was in vain.

It was in vain because I knew the Relay wasn't going to be done today. Just like it wasn't done yesterday. Or last week. Or the week before that. I wouldn't be happy until I could bring my boy home.

I heard footsteps approaching me on the rough asphalt. I didn't bother looking; I knew who it was.

Hancock met me on the lookout post and cautiously laid a hand on my shoulder.

"I know what you're going to say," I interrupted. "Go. Your town needs you."

He exhaled sharply. "I want to make it clear; I'm not abandoning you or this big quest we started. You let me know when this thing's built, and I'll high-tail it back to Sanctuary in a heartbeat, ya hear?"

Hancock had practically been living on my couch for two weeks. All the while, Preston continued to give him the side-eye. The only people Hancock seemed to get along with was Mama Murphy and Sturges.

I knew he was wasting his time sitting around Sanctuary. I knew he was needed elsewhere.

But this gut-wrenching feeling that I couldn't shake told me that I didn't want him to leave. It was too much to think about. Despite all the constant, jumbled thoughts and emotions, Hancock kept me grounded.

"What are you thinking?" he asked.

I couldn't bring myself to tell him. It was far too close to affection, something I was too afraid to give him. Half of me was afraid I wouldn't receive it back, and the other half of me was terrified I'd receive it only for it to be taken away.

"I'm just worried about how long this is going to take," I half-lied, but there were tears in my eyes, and I didn't want to look at him. Maybe I would have been able to hide them, too, if my voice hadn't cracked.

His grip tightened on my shoulder. "I'm sorry. I'd stay if I could." I could hear the frown in his voice.

"It's fine."

"It doesn't seem like it's fine. Talk to me." He slowly turned me to face him and gave me a small smile. "I ain't much good at consolin' folks, but I'm a good listener."

I had to choose my words carefully. Everything in me was screaming to be honest with him, but I was so afraid of rejection or driving him off for good.

"I... I'm going to miss you. You've been, well, amazing company. And I..." God how I wished I could just have stopped my own tears. I felt embarrassed and frustrated, and I stopped communicating then.

To my surprise, Hancock simply pulled me into a tight hug. Without a word, without asking me to explain further. That's when I caved.

"I'm just so goddamn sad all the time, and you make me laugh. Around you, it's like I finally found land after drowning at sea."

"I feel the same way with you," he whispered against my hair.

Butterflies ran rampant in my stomach. I wadded up fistfuls of the blanket in my hands and shut my eyes tightly while a million thoughts rambled on through my head.

This is stupid, this is stupid. Why do you have to make things a big deal? Why can't you just keep shit to yourself? Now you've gone and caught feelings, you idiot. You don't have time for this. This is not what's important. What if this gets taken from you, too?

"Hey," he said, lifting my chin up so our eyes could meet. "We really need to talk about this when we... get our thoughts together. Whatever 'this' is. It's important that we do."

"Okay."

He kept opening his mouth to speak, only to close it again, all the while fighting off a goofy grin that I'd never seen before. "... I gotta go, but... you should find something to keep yourself busy. You look like you need some time away from all this."

"You think?" I wiped my eyes.

"Gwen, if the bags under your eyes were any bigger, I'd mistake them for change purses."

I chuckled. "Okay, I'll see what I can do."

"And don't worry. Sturges seems to know what he's doin'. As soon as the Relay is done, you come tell me. I think we'll both have had plenty of time to think by then, yeah?"

I nodded. "Be safe getting back to Goodneighbor."

He tipped his hat to me after walking down the lookout's steps. "You too, Sunshine."

[the-firebird69]

Really you guys don't know what you're doing. The Mac proper and I think Dave himself went ahead and made a company called Harley-Davidson they had me and my wife work on it and help design the bikes the basic rudimentary by kind of based on my phone huffy I had I sent it back. The people laughing made the bikes and they made the Harley but they named it and they named it Harley which is a fool or gesture and David's son they don't mean me. So you place yourself on top of a pig pile I believe and you're doomed now another thing that's bad is Dave was in on it too and he knew about it and I think that the Mac proper and you are in for a show

Zues

We know about the stuff. Yeah. We know everyone's after it. We know it is for. We understand you're crazy. And you're behind but you don't understand you're behind. So you have this attitude. It's not really massive attitude but it's annoying. You're walking around like you're in high school same things like you're in high school being b****** like you're in high school everything about you is exuding some sort of childish argument you're having that we're not really part of and just kind of spitting insults at people. And there are a few things that are humorous about what you're doing I don't know if it's your woman probably is one guy came by and said I'm a Giants and he wasn't aware of what he was doing is holding his little teeny girls pocketbook it's about 4 inches long by 2 inches by an inch and a half solid and it was painted like the rainbow but it really bright light one. Now we think the two got together and did this to him to show that they look stupid and silly and like children and it's gross they're like Thanksgiving turkeys. Honest to God and it's a bja and they're bigger their Giants are 150 to someone said almost 300 miles that's a huge difference in class and they have armor and it's gross and they're itching to get out and they can't stay in there anymore they have diseases and they're gross they want out and they want air and they're screaming for it by the way and they they have to have it and they want to take down the Giants above them so you're not in your own field you usually Sledge Giants and you wouldn't slay your own it's not what we're saying you idiots you'll say each other that's true and we know about the Giants below and so do the Mac proper not really and the foreigners probably not we checked the demons and they don't get it so yeah you're in for a treat and you're going to be astounding there's no way on Earth the ship 11,000 miles long can take a giant 11,000 miles long the armor on the Giants because their mutants is virtually impenetrable to the ship and you'll be devastated and combined laser in the form of a juggernaut would definitely stop him it just barely it'll only be twice as big and not by the mass or volume or firepower so you're kind of like lame and it's a nightmare and it's gross really gross

Hera

Nothing they're saying is there some female Giants and they have big humongous giant butts and my husband says my name is Seymour butts but please not just one of them LOL

..

This is horrible they're saying stupid things it's supposed to be some sort of slide and starting out to be a massive joke and horrendous it's going to be gross it's going to be blood and guts everywhere is weekly Giants are going to be exploded by ships nasty I'm going to release the kraken and other monsters to devour them so shut the hell up

Thor Freya

We don't care for the complaining but they are suffering and we remove bugs and other things all the time they say why not monitor me like it should and we say they were there from last time from when you were somewhere else and he says oh yeah so why don't you just inject a small amount of poison we do all sorts of stuff I don't really have to start doing more of it now I can't stand hearing them it's a lot of suffering huge amount of bugs no but was scanning for him all the time and constant problems little bit if you make an MRI that goes up and down as stupid but yeah nothing s*** so damn hard to take care of them you might get wasted because we don't know what we're doing we're told that by a bunch of people no I understand what you're saying you turn around that's another trick by them now Geronimo was brought back to Florida he wants to find out where and it might be where Trump goes and he said enough of this s*** he says

Bja

Olympus

[ourblued]

" acting sane? you're acting sane? " astrid laughs, & god, it feels like they're spitting in his face, but they aren't. they're just tired of going in circles, of mentally figuring out what they are -- & yet, with such conflicting feelings that they know they shouldn't have because they know that they have feelings for him : they can feel it when they're around him. " . . you already know? you don't know anything, " they're pausing, feeling their heart beat a little slower, brows furrowing, wondering what he means by that. was it obvious? if so, astrid was going to try their best to hide it next time, just to protect themselves from anything bad happening. " i feel like i did, journey. if i wasn't so stupid, if i didn't let him in, this wouldn't be happening -- ! we wouldn't get into this. " they're sighing in utter frustration, shaking their head. wanting to absolutely get away from it all, to be honest.

astrid wants nothing but to forget all of this, to let it be, although, they can't seem to do that, even. " you don't mean anything. " words filled with denial as they're looking at him, feeling some type of guilt for starting this whole argument, it makes them shudder. all of it, whatever else is in their mind -- astrid's attempting to be more . . refined, of all things. " because i just want you to show me that you care. that you feel something other than happiness, other than . . whatever else, " astrid's replying, sort of calmed down, knowing what they fully wanted out of this & it was him. they're not trying to get anything else out of it, however, it just feels that they have to constantly keep fighting for things when it should be resolved. " because . . i just want to know that i'm not wasting my time on this. " they're finally letting out, a tiny shred of their walls being down, slightly. taking a deep breath, allowing for his words to cut through their mental morality.

they're quietly pacing around the room, waiting for him to say anything, something. yet, once it all comes out, astrid freezes -- like a deer in the headlights. " you're such . . --, " they're not finishing that, for their sake. for his sake, because they're so over this : the arguing. it makes them feel like they shouldn't have said anything, nonetheless, wanting to figure out what they are, above everything else. as journey's speaking, telling them exactly what they need to hear, they stop pacing. they're trying to calm down, to think of words that didn't feel like bullets shooting his way, of all things. " i don't want that. i never wanted him to win, journey. i figured that if i told you the truth, if anything more happened, if anything less happened, that you would be more understanding of it. & --, it's my fucking fault for letting him do that when i know that i have you, " astrid's breathing heavy, eyes completely & utterly concentrated on the other, hearing out his words instead of just saying things. " pretending because i don't know what we are & i'd rather not get hurt if we're just friends, journey. pretending because i genuinely have feelings for you & i haven't felt anything for anyone in a long time. pretending . . -- because if it ends, then i can go back to step one. back to no feelings, no nothing. "

whatever they're feeling, pouring down to their words, allowing for their chest to heave up & down, waiting for journey to exchange words, knowing that it's become the most -- stressful situation they've both been in, yet, they're going to talk about it & fix it. " it's not ridiculous when people act out that way when they like someone, or if they're in a relationship, " they're letting out, tongue caught on the word as if it were a bad thing to say, as if they weren't exactly meant to say anything taboo, in a way. astrid, of course, doesn't know what all of it is --, seeing how they're conflicted, concerned by putting all of their cards on the table, for him. for them. " i'm not trying to push you away -- !! " they're letting out, voice raised up a tinge, feeling their body shake, of all actions. " . . i get it. don't worry, journey. i'm not stupid, i can figure out words. " walls soon building back up again, stepping back a bit.

eyes rolling at his laugh, astrid's shaking their head, not thinking that it was a funny thing to say, if anything. breathing heavy, astrid's trying to figure out what their plan was after this --, if they needed to leave & start again. " i'm not a . . brat, " they're letting out, feeling his hand at the back of their neck, sighing as they're in a close proximity, chewing down on their lower lip, wondering what he was going to do. face close to his, astrid feels his lips on theirs, kissing back, without any type of regret.

"Are you? Because I'm thinking of the two of us, at this current moment, I'm behaving much more sanely." He's telling the other harshly. As Astrid continued to talk he narrowed his eyes before. He huffed, his breath picking up as they are talking still "No. I don't need you to do all that. I already know. I'm not someone you have to say everything to, Astrid." Journey tells them, reaching up a hand to scratch a long the side of his head "You're not ruining this..." Of course, right now he could say they were certainly overthinking some things, and that was a bit frustrating, he wasn't going to tell them that, though.

As Astrid reached for a new straw he rubbed his hand to the side of his head "No. Astrid. I'm not. Don't say that...I'm saying it, because I mean it." Bringing his hand down from his head he cupped them together, nervously rubbing them together as he's controlling his breath. Glaring then, he turned his head away "I'm not fixating. I don't care, Astrid, about him. I don't give a shit. You want me to. For fuck sake, why do you want me to care about this guy, who I don't know, and you have had a fucked prior relationship with...That you kissed recently."

Eyes following their movement, he gripped his hands together, bringing them up further "Yeah..." Journey repeats. But then Astrid is at it again, Journey's grip on his hands tightening, he closes his eyes "God, damn it, Astrid...I'm not fucking going to tell you something you already know, just because you want to hear it from me!" Tensing up more, his body trembling for a moment, he listened to Astrid continue, rolling his hands around in each other, he shook his head "Look! Look...nothing can ruin this. But you and I letting it! Okay? If you let this guy get in your head like this...He already wins...Is that what you want?" Look at them, he pulls his hands away "No! That's...I can't tell you what you should feel, or do with your feelings. Those are yours. Why do you need to pretend, hm? Doing that only can make things worse, sometimes..."

His breathes heavy now, Journey pulled on his shirt, hot now that his anger was boiling over, this entire conversation was stressful, that was for sure. As much as it was confusing to him. Journey turned his head away from them, clenching his jaw while Astrid demands him to react in a way that wasn't exactly him, not really at all "He's not worth it. Getting jealous of this fucking guy I've never even met, even for you, is ridiculous. I'd rather expend that energy making you feel loved." Journey muttered through clenched teeth. As he is listening to their confession in the next moments he huffed, pulling on his shirt again "Then, don't push me away..." Pausing, taking a few breathes, he looked back toward them "Maybe I don't. But can you judge me for that? I could die, and I don't want to burden another person with that weight. Making promises, that I'm not sure I'm able to keep...It's a heavy weight to carry..."

He laughed a little bit at their demand to be kissed, rolling his eyes before moving his face getting in theirs "Gods, you're so weird sometimes, you know. Kiss you. Be jealous for you. Call you stupid. You're being a fucking brat right now." Journey's left hand reached out suddenly, grasping the back of their neck, then cradling their head in his hand before leaning in some more, twisting his head and kissing them.

@ruinedtendencies

[thedaredevilsgirl]

Just Not Enough For You-Part 1

Warning: friends with benefits, angst (reader is insecure about her appearance and personality, jealous, comparison, drinking) this was inspired by the song Nada Contra by Clarissa (it's a Brazilian song, I know that most here speak English, but I still recommend listening to it, it's very good).

A/N: To be honest this idea seemed better in my head and didn't come out exactly as I wanted, but I still liked the final result so I decided to post it. Part two will probably be posted early next week. Hope you like it💗

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Your mind kept repeating the word as you went outside the Hard Deck with the excuse of getting some air, not that it was a lie, it was actually quite hard to breathe in the same environment as Jake and the miss perfect.

Of course you wanted him to be happy, that's why you broke the deal with Jake, to set him free so that he could find someone better to love, someone as perfect as he was, someone who certainly wasn't you.

Why were you so sad? It was all your fault, he was only with her because you let him go, so why are you so sad?

"I think this better be the last time" you say picking your clothes up quickly from the floor.

  "Wait, what?" Jake asked so confused, he thought everything was going so well, and it was true "I thought you liked this, what about our deal?"

   The damn deal, friends with benefits, how to continue with the deal when you had broken the biggest rule of it, no falling in love, just fuck, get something out of your system and enough is enough. Jake made it very clear he wasn't after a relationship, and you thought the same until that stupid smile captured your heart and you realized you were totally in love with him.

   "I like it, but we can't go through with it."

   "Why?" he asked still so confused as he watched you put on your clothes instead of his shirt and lay down to sleep next to him like you always did on the nights you had sex (and even on the ones you did nothing).

  "I...I just think that we should be sleeping with other people, I mean of course we should, meeting new people and not getting stuck in this bullshit" you say as if it doesn't hurt.

  "Are you sure this is what you want?"

  "Yes, I'm sure" big liar.

  You start to retreat from the room, ready to leave when you hear him calling your name, almost like a broken whisper.

   "We're still friends, right?" you could swear you saw pain flash through his eyes, but it should be something from your imagination.

   "Yes, friends" you smile and hope he doesn't realize it's fake, and finally walk away.

   This couldn't go on, not when you knew he didn't want anything serious, not with you, not when he can get something better, it was better to end it now and hope the pain was less.

But wasn't, was tearful.

It didn't even take a month before there was another girl in your place, the beautiful and gorgeous Jude, they were already on their third date and God she was pretty and a wonderful person which only made it even worse.

  You didn't want to compare yourself, but it was impossible to stop the negative thoughts about yourself when she was around.

  That's why you left the bar, not being able to take it anymore but still unable to avoid watching them from the window outside.

  You see Jake put his arm around her shoulders and whisper something in her ear that makes she laugh.

Why did they have to look so perfect together?

   The smile on his face slowly disappears as his gaze crosses yours on the other side of the window.

  "Shit" you say to yourself as you look away and take a long sip of your drink trying to erase the shame of being caught in the act.

  "Are you feeling okay?" Jake asks a few minutes later standing next to you.

   "Yeah, I just needed to take a breather, the bar seemed pretty crowded tonight" was a great excuse, Jake knew you hated crowds.

  The two of you stare at each other for a long minute, not knowing how to continue that conversation, drowning in those unspoken words and undisclosed feelings.

  "You look beautiful" he finally says and he sounded so sincere.

   You wondered if he noticed that that was his favorite dress, the same one he would always gently pull off your body, the one he said made you look like an angel.

  "My beautiful angel" was what he said before he kissed you for the first time that night on the beach.

"my angel" whispered between your thighs before finally making you his, Just his.

The silence hangs again, he couldn't look away, but he quickly shakes his head, drawing from it whatever thought was making him confused at that moment.

  "Well, I have to go, I promised to take Jude home so..." He leaves a soft kiss on your forehead.

   "Okay," is all you can say without bursting into tears.

   "I...take care and be well okay?"

  You nod and watch him leave with Jude at his side.

   It was their third date, you knew they would probably be doing more than kissing that night, the mere thought of him touching her made your stomach churn, giving her the pleasure that only a few weeks ago he was giving only to you.

  You get back inside the bar as quickly as possible.

  "Penny" you catch the attention of the woman behind the counter "Give me a glass of the strongest drink you have."

  "Are you sure dear?"

  "Yes, please."

  "Are you okay?" Phoenix asks sitting down next to you already knowing everything that had happened to you and Hangman.

  "Fine" you say before turning the entire shot over in one go once Penny has placed it on the counter "Everything is wonderfully fine, one more shot please."

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Hello" Jake speaks with his voice still hoarse from sleep.

"Bangman" he hears your inebriated voice on the other end of the line and it is enough for him to wake up automatically getting worried about you "My favorite pilot, my Jake" you give a short chuckle.

"Are you okay? Where are you?" he quickly gets out of bed ready to pick you up no matter where you are.

"My Jake...but you're not mine are you? And it's all my fault" by the tone of your voice you make it clear that you were crying.

"Honey what are you talking about? Please tell me where you are."

"It's all my fault" you repeat "Jude is beautiful, you really did well to choose her, the two of you are perfect together, it even annoys me."

"I... What's going on angel, please, I'm getting worried" Jake says.

"Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against her, the truth is I wish I was in her place, the truth is I am dying of jealousy here" you laugh again, but there was no amusement there, just pain "I know I was the one who ended our arrangement, but the truth is I couldn't go on, I couldn't because I love you, I love you so much it hurts, I ended it all because I knew you would never love me back, why would you love me? I can spend hours here talking about all your qualities and I'm just me, you can have models, beautiful and funny girls, and I know I'm good enough to be a casual fuck but never good enough to be a girlfriend, I'm easy to forget, easy to replace, it wouldn't be any different this time right, that's why I let you go" Jake only realizes he was crying now, with the excruciating pain of hearing the woman he love talking so badly about herself.

"Angel, please listen to me, this is not true, none of this is..."

"My God, what are you doing? No calling guys when you're drunk" he hears Phoenix's voice on the other end of the line before can continue speaking "Jake, I'm sorry about that" he is a little more relieved to know you had someone with you.

"Natasha, where are you guys? I'm going to go get her right now."

"Nat, give me back my phone, I need to tell Jakey that I love him even if I am insufficient to him" you speak in the background.

"We are at The Hard Deck, I can take care of her, but Jake...she needs you."