#i hope they get so mad that have an aneurysm

[puppysdog]

you piss me the fuck off. you're so fucking annoying, but entertaining enough that I won’t unfollow. you’re tolerable for maybe two out of every ten things you post and I want to bash you with a hammer so fucking badly like some sort of bug but you would probably like that shit. I’m not even that angry of a person but something about you sends me into a rage that I cant let go but also enamors me.

this is insane. mad i got into ur head huh

[suugarbabe]

[Chapter 5]

word count: 4.3k

warning: smut, fingering 18+ content MDNI

an: Theo is not mentioned in this chapter and I’m so very sorry but chapter 6 is very Theo heavy so I hope that makes up for it 🫶🏻

You and Enzo had made a routine of apparating to the club together. You had been doing this for about a week before the incident with Monti, but ever since that night Enzo was very firm that you arrive together. The first few days after it happened, he carried a lot of guilt with him for letting you go to the alley by yourself. It took heavy convincing, but you were pretty sure that you were able to convey how much it wasn’t his fault, and that you were glad he was there to help protect you.

Since that night, Mattheo had barely been around the manor. You could count on one hand the amount of times you actually saw him at the manor over the last two and a half weeks. It was more like you heard him more often than you saw him, and most of the time he was yelling. All of the other boys were being yelled at regularly, but Draco seemed to be taking the brunt of it. You weren’t sure if it was because they were family, but it made you feel kind of bad for him.

It really made you upset not seeing Mattheo that long, not really interacting with him. Maybe upset was not the right word, but if you thought too long about it you felt queasy. There was something about the dynamic between you and Mattheo that made you feel one of two ways, either incredibly, seething, fire burning, hell raging mad - or - light headed and butterfly stomach and warm and yearning and pining and wanting so much of him you thought you might physically implode.

You were thinking about all these things as you were doing mindless work getting the bar ready for the night when Pansy walked into the room, mouth running a hundred miles a minute as you heard her pleading with whoever was on the other end of the cell phone pressed to her ear. When her conversation finally ceased, Pansy set the phone down on the table in front of her. Her head was hung low, like she was trying to recenter herself. You looked over at Enzo, who simply shrugged his shoulders.

In the next moment Pansy was screaming with rage as she pointed her want towards the stage nearest her, deep red exiting her wand and the stage effectively exploding in front of all of your eyes. Your mouth was agape, not expecting to ever see this side of Pansy. Enzo only shook his head in annoyance, taking out his own wand and giving it a swift flick, causing the once exploded stage pieces to slowly float back to their original position until it was like Pansy didn’t have an outburst whatsoever.

“What’s the problem, Pans?” Enzo broke the silence, clearly having dealt with this side of Pansy plenty of times before. Pansy let out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. “One of the main stage dancers is not coming in tonight and I have no one to replace her. You know how particular Mattheo is, he’s going to have a fucking aneurysm over this. Roxy is good, but she can’t do the whole stage by herself.” Pansy leaned her head back, closing her eyes and letting out a few more expletives.

Enzo couldn’t contain his amused smirk, “This is why I’m glad I don’t have your position, Pansy. It is far more easy being me than it is being you.” You scoffed, quickly quipping back, “Yeah until you’re basically dying and whining like a toddler when someone is trying to save your life.” Enzo gasped at you, fake hurt in his eyes. But the interaction managed to put a smile on Pansy’s face, if only for a brief moment. “Really, you guys, I’m not sure what I’m gonna do, I really don’t want to deal with an angry Mattheo tonight.”

You gnawed at your bottom lip, wondering if what you were about to say would be helpful or just start another argument. You really wanted it to be helpful, you wanted to show everyone how valuable you could be in a crisis, prove yourself of sorts. Especially after the last time you were given a task you basically caused them to all have to show their darkest sides of themselves in order to save you. You glanced over at Enzo, knowing that immediately after you spoke your thoughts he would protest.

Enzo’s eyes widened before you could even speak, shaking his head as if he already read your mind; which in fairness was highly possible. Regardless, you turned back towards Pansy, the words flowing from your mouth before Enzo could protest for real, “I could do it.” Pansy’s head snapped up at your words, you quickly reasoning as to why it was a good idea, “I wanted to be a dancer when I first came to the club anyway, I know I can do it. Not to mention I watch the stage every bloody night, I could probably do Roxy’s routine in my sleep. And Roxy and I already have a good relationship so there would be like…chemistry or whatever.”

Once again you managed to make Pansy smile. “That’s brilliant!” She exclaimed at the same time that Enzo barked out, “Like bloody fucking hell you are.” Both you and Pansy turned to Enzo glaring. “Okay, remind me to never be in the same room as the both of you when you’re upset, because this is fucking scary,” he took a step back from both of you, “but I’m serious, Angel, no way. Mattheo would fucking kill you if you went up on that stage.”

You rolled your eyes so hard you head went along with it, “Oh, please Enz, Mattheo would never hurt me, let alone kill me.” Enzo scoffed, “Right right, I forget, you guys have that special relationship.” He emphasized the last two words with air quotes. You narrowed your eyes up at the sandy haired boy, “What are you insinuating?” Enzo doubled down, not breaking eye contact with you, “I’m saying that your relationship is different with Mattheo than any of us. He lets you get away with a hell of a lot more than any other person in this family.”

“Oh, bullocks,” you spat back at him. You were irritated beyond belief, Enzo never spoke to you this way. “Fine,” Enzo held his hands up in surrender, “how bout you just go tell him about your little plan then, hmm? I know he’s here.” You looked over at Pansy who just shrugged her shoulders. Turning back to Enzo you crossed your arms stubbornly, “Fine, I’ll go ask him.” Enzo huffed, “Well fine!” You shouldered past him, “Fine!” He called back at you again, “Fine!” For good measure you threw one more over your shoulder, “Fine!” Pansy covered her face with her hands, shaking her head, “You guys are worse than having bloody children, I swear it.”

You walked with determination back towards Mattheo’s office. With each step the air felt like it was getting thicker, but you urged yourself to keep moving, to prove to Enzo (and everyone else) that while you now worked for Mattheo it didn’t mean that he controlled you. With a flick of your wand his office door swung open to reveal an irritated Malfoy and Mattheo with a satisfied smirk on his face that was less than comforting.

“Can we help you?” Draco sneered, clearly annoyed by the boldness of your intrusion. You stood just inside the doorway, arms crossed. You gave Draco an irritated look before turning to Mattheo, “Pansy said one of the main stage dancers isn’t showing up today, so I’m going to replace her. I know the routine and have a good rapport with Roxy so-”

“No.” Mattheo cut you off with a firm statement. You huffed in annoyance, “Yeah that’s not really an option here, boss, if we don’t find someone to go up there then the club will lose money and I know that you don’t really like that and it’s bad for bus-”

“I said no,” Mattheo’s voice boomed again, “I’ve told you before, Birdie, you are not a dancer. You are a bartender. You are not going to be a dancer, will never be a dancer, under any circumstance. Is that clear?” You glared at him, holding his gaze as your lips formed a thin line. You opened your mouth to protest again but Mattheo flicked his wand, mumbling a quick depulso and pushing you back through the doorway before slamming it shut.

You’re a right git, Mattheo, you said to him. No means no, Princess. Don’t play with fucking fire, Mattheo thought back. You stood outside the office trying to weigh out your options. You were about to lean towards just giving up, when you heard Draco’s voice, “C’mon, what’s the harm, really. It’s just one night, and you know she’s right fit, she’d bring in so much money. She’s right about us losing out with just Roxy up there.” You smiled at a bit at Draco actually being on your side, maybe he wasn’t such a tosser after all.

“Absolutely fucking not, she’s not doing it. I swear to fucking Salazar if she goes on that bloody stage it’s your head, Cousin.” You didn’t have to see his face to know Mattheo was seething and poor Malfoy was on the receiving end of it. The fiery anger in his tone only fueled your own further.How dare he think he can decide what you can and cannot do? You didn’t care if he was the owner of the club, he had no right to tell you what decisions you could make. You were tired of him acting like he owned you.

With a deep breath you walked away from the office door, heart pounding as you made your way back to the bar. You felt like your heart beat was in your head with every step you took, the bass of the music in the club not helping ease this. When you got back behind the bar you closed your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to try and center yourself. In the time you were in Mattheo’s office a large amount of clientele had appeared, the current dancers working hard to milk them for all their money as Enzo bounced back and forth behind the bar.

As you got to the bar you turned around toward the booze, grabbing the most expensive tequila the club had as you slammed four shots down in front of you.“Y’alright, Angel?” Enzo’s eyes grew wide as you picked up one glass at a time and quickly threw them each back, the alcohol burning your throat in the most calming way. Picking up the last shot Enzo’s large hand enveloped your wrist, “Slow the fuck down, what are you doing? Trying to blackout on the job?”

Your eyes pierced his, a storm of determination brewing behind your pupils, “Enzo, let go of my wrist or I’ll hex your fucking cock off.” He shook his head, stubbornness higher than ever, “No way, Mattheo will have my throat if I let you get fucking sloshed.” You groaned in frustration, rolling your eyes and stomping your foot on the ground like a toddler having a tantrum.

“Why does everyone act like Mattheo is my fucking keeper?” You leaned your head toward the shot, tipping it in to your mouth while Enzo still gripped your wrist. He rolled his eyes at your actions, finally letting go, “Why’re you doing this, Angel? Was I right about the meeting with the good ol’ boss?” You looked toward the stage as the dancer finished up her routine, crawling on her knees and swaying her hips as she picked up the large bills from the stage floor and stuffing them into her bikini top and barely there bottoms.

Enzo followed your gaze, laughing nervously, “Oh no fucking way, hell no. You’re not…no, Angel.” You turned to face him again, pulling off your tank top to reveal your rhinestone bikini top, “Who’s gonna stop me?” You shoved your tank top into Enzo’s chest, walking toward Blaise at the Dj booth to tell him what song you wanted and what stage name to announce. Enzo glanced around the club nervously, praying to Merlin that Mattheo wouldn’t notice, or that at least whatever stage name or song you played didn’t alert him to your little rendezvous.

Enzo stared at you as you walked towards the dancers changing rooms, trying to get you to change your mind, He’s gonna have your ass if you go through with this Angel, you know that don’t you? Entering where the rest of the dancers were you just shook your head, answering Enzo, Let him! You quickly found Roxy, walking up to her and telling her your plan. She gave you a questioning look, but after assuring her that Mattheo would only be upset with you and not her, she helped you get ready, hair, makeup, the works before going towards the main stage entrance.

As Mattheo left his office to find Pansy and talk solutions, Blaise began introducing the next entertainers to come on. Being none the wiser to your plan, he did everything you asked. Flicking a few switches on his sound board the main stage began to illuminate, catching the attention from most of the patrons and earning some whoops and hollers from those that were excited for the main event.

Blaise held his wand to his throat in the booth, doing his introductions, “Please welcome to the main stage your favorite girl R-R-R-R-Rooooxxxxyy,” he drawled out. “And accompanying her tonight is someone new to the stage,” at this Mattheo stopped dead in his tracks. He looked over towards the bar only to find Enzo looking towards the ceiling and avoiding his eye contact. He looked across the club at Pansy, who was holding her hands up in surrender. Blaise’s voice continued, “Let’s give a very warm and wallet generous welcome to…” Blaise paused for dramatic effect, lowering the lights around the stage and putting a small spotlight at where you were about to walk out, “Cherrí.”

The amount of whistles and cheers that occurred when you stepped out into the light was almost deafening. You tried to give your most sultry smirk as you walked toward the pole opposite Roxy. You grabbed hold of the cool steel as you began walking in a slow circle, Blaise putting on the song you requested; Cherry Pie.

You grabbed hold as high at your height would allow as the lyrics began, following Roxy’s typical routine and pulling the bottom half of your body up the pole, hooking your knee around the bar and leaning backwards as it spun, now hanging upside down while you grabbed the pole above you

She's my cherry pie

Cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise

Tastes so good, makes a grown man cry

Sweet cherry pie, yeah

Maneuvering your body around the pole proved to be a lot easier than you anticipated. Following Roxy’s lead you would stay on the pole while she walked and danced around the stage, shedding a layer of clothing here and there and crawling seductively towards the bills that were being thrown on stage. When she walked back toward the other pole, you took a deep breath, knowing it was your turn to do what she called crowd work. You took one last spin on the pole, the whistles from the men directly in front of you fueling your adrenaline along with the song you chose.

Swingin' to the drums

Swingin' to guitar

Swingin' with the bass

In the back of my car

Ain't got money

And I got no gas

But we'll get where we're goin'

If we swing real fast

I scream, you scream

We all scream for her

Well, don't even try 'cause

You can't ignore her

You slowly slid the skirt you wore down your thighs, the man in front of you’s eyes roaming your body like you were his last meal. You shimmied your hips, pulling your skirt down teasingly slow and bending over in front of the men to give them a full view of your arse. Bills flew to the stage as you finally stepped out of your skirt, sinking to your knees and spreading them wide to sit back on your heels. You let your hands roam up your body, over your breasts causing the hanging rhinestones to shake and glimmer in the light, then dragged your hands up and into your hair, throwing your head back as you bounced slightly on your knees.

Crawling on your hands and knees across the stage you were sure to arch your back, swinging your hair back and forth in time with the song, throwing winks at men that looked like they wanted to tear you apart like an animal but instead threw money on the stage. Walking back over to you, Roxy held out her hand, helping you up slowly so your body’s slowly dragged against each other as you stood up, giving the whole audience a show.

The song ended and Blaise turned on an interlude as you and Roxy maneuvered around the stage to grab the bills that were left. As you were picking up some bills while still trying to look sexy and sultry on your hands and knees a man held out a large bill in front of your face. You reached out your hand, but he quickly grabbed your wrist. You were about to protest or even hex whoever it was. But as soon as you saw the tattoos on the fingers that held you all your nerve endings tingled.

Slowly, you looked up. Taking in the sharp black suit jacket, crisp black dress shirt, all to go along with the onyx eyes that belong to Mattheo Riddle. To any average onlooker it would seem like there was a glint of playfulness in his eyes. But you’d seen that look before, many times during your lessons. If this look told you anything, it was that you were going to regret your last few decisions.

His voice was low when he spoke, you almost had to lean closer to even hear him as he grit his words through his teeth, “Office. Now.” It was a command and not one you were going to ignore. You sat on your bum, swinging your legs over the edge of the stage. Despite his rage Mattheo still assisted you. Grabbing your hips, albeit harshly, and lifting you off the stage and setting you down on your feet.

Once standing he gripped your wrist again, leading you to his office like a child about to be scolded. You looked toward the bar, Enzo meeting your gaze and miming locking his lips as if to assure you he didn’t tell the boss on you. Once in his office Mattheo released his hold on you, “Sit.” You walked toward the chair in front of his desk before his voice cut through the silence once more, “Not there. On the desk. Facing my chair.”

You gulped, trying your best to keep your face stoic despite the rising heartbeat in your chest. You walked slowly around his desk, slowly lifting and perching yourself atop. The wood was cool against your bare thighs, Mattheo not even giving you a chance to put more clothes on before dragging you through the club. So there you sat, clad in only your bikini top and thin panties. You tried your best to control your breathing as Mattheo came to stand in front of you.

He gripped each one of your thighs just above the knee, his touch setting your skin aflame. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his hands splayed across your legs, squeezing the flesh as he spoke to you, “Are you proud of yourself?” You tore your eyes from his hands and looked up at him, confusion clearly written on your face. “Oh, don’t play innocent now, Princess. Not after that fantastic performance you gave,” he wore a shit eating grin as your face fell. Mattheo’s grip on your thighs tightened slightly as he spread your legs wide enough to step between them.

“I was just-” Mattheo gripped your throat, effectively silencing you before you could begin. “Ah, ah. It’s my turn to talk, you just get to sit there and listen.” A shiver ran up your spine as his hand that was still on your thigh slid up higher. “You really pissed me off just now, Birdie. Blatantly defying me after I told you no. I told you from the beginning, no dancing, and yet what did you fucking do?” He hung his head, letting out a light chuckle as his thumb kneaded the inside of your thigh, “Do you know why I won’t let you dance, Princess?”

You shook your head the best you could with the grip he had on you. His smirk grew in to a devilish grin as he leaned in close, whispering in your ear, “Because if you’re going to be a slut for anyone, it’s going to be me, and only me, do you understand, Princess?” You nodded, squirming on the desk at his words. Mattheo met your gaze, taking in your current state of desperation, “Do you like that, Princess? The idea that you only get to be the perfect little slut for me?” He slid his hand between your thighs, dragging two fingers along your folds over your panties. He smirked at the dark wet spot that was already forming, pressing his thumb lightly against your clit. You jolted at the contant, a pathetic whimper leaving your throat.

“All this for me, Princess? Or is some of this for all those men throwing dirty bills at you being a whore?” You groaned at the degrading words, shaking your head, “N-no, it’s all for you, Matty. I swear, just for you.” Mattheo growled at the nickname, eyes darting down quickly to your parted lips before meeting your gaze again, “Good, because it’s about time for everyone to know who you fucking belong to.” With the grip he had on your throat he finally brought your lips to his. The kiss was anything but gentle, lips harshly pressed against one another as his thumb started circling your clit again. You whimpered at the action, Mattheo taking the opportunity to allow his tongue to explore your mouth.

As his lips trailed lower, along your jaw and to your neck, his fingers gripped the top of your panties before tugging harshly and ripping the thin material off your body. You gasped and could feel Mattheo smirk against your skin. When he found a particular spot to suck and bite near your collarbone he ran his finger up your folds, coating them in your slick before circling two fingers over your clit. “Fuck���” you moaned out, trying your best to take in all the pleasure you were receiving.

Mattheo’s lips found yours again as he circled his fingers around your hole teasingly, swallowing the whimpers as they left your lips. Without warning he slipped a finger deep inside your cunt, your back arching and bringing your chest flush to his. “Fuck, Princess, you’re so fucking tight, don’t know how you’re ever gonna take my cock when you can barely take a finger,” Mattheo groaned against your lips. You mewled against him, hands gripping the edge of the desk like a vice, unsure if you were able to touch him or not, but too lost in the pleasure you were feeling to try.

He added a second finger, thumb finding purchase on your swollen clit, slowly finger fucking you on his desk. He broke his lips from yours to watch your cunt swallow his fingers over and over as he pumped them into you. “Fuck, Princess, you’re taking my fingers so well. Those other men would die to be in my position right now, but that’s not who you want, is it, pretty girl?” You shook your head vigorously, chest heaving. “Words, gorgeous, let me hear them. Let me hear what I’m doing to you.”

You tried to keep your eyes from rolling in the back of your head and answer him, “N-no, fucking hell-” Mattheo curled his two fingers now with every outward thrust, pushing against your g-spot in the most delicious way no one else every had. The blissful stretch created an overwhelming feeling of pleasure, “Don’t want them, j-just want you.”

You could feel the pressure building inside you, the waves of pleasure clouding your vision. He quickened his pace, his long fingers hitting places you have never been able to reach and sending jolts of electricity through your entire body. His thumb made tight circles over your clit and you clenched around his fingers. “I can feel you clenching around me, Princess. Come on, be a good girl and let go f’me.” It was like his permission was all your body was waiting for as you fell over the edge into your orgasm.

Your vision blurred as you let out a pornagraphic moan, Mattheo continuing to finger you through your high, your legs shaking with pleasure. As your breathing calmed Mattheo slowly slid his fingers from your cunt. He stuck out his tongue, bringing the glistening digits to his mouth before lewdly sucking them clean causing you to clench around nothing.

“I swear to Salazar I can’t wait to fucking devour that cunt of yours,” he grabbed hold of your thighs, gripping them tightly as he captured your lips in another searing kiss. You couldn’t help but moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue. Mattheo rested his forehead on yours, his own chest rising and falling along with yours to catch your breath. “Never forget that you’re mine, Princess.” He leaned back slightly, grabbing hold of your chin. His eyes held an intensity to them as they locked with yours, your breath hitching in your throat as he spoke three final words.

“I own you.”

[lol-jackles]

I really hope a revival or new season of SPN never happens. For me it's impossible to add something new without ruining what's already been done, and I like it the way it is. But after Misha's word vomit at the last convention the hellers are more excited than ever that they'll finally get what they want, Cass and Dean SO in love etc. Never gonna happen! But let's suppose that there really is another season of SPN: how do you predict it will go and what will be the reaction of the hellers?

My guess is a SPN revival would be a limited series taking place between 15x19 and 15x20, as originally intended in The Winchesters where Dean was narrating from the bunker.  It could be divided between Sam and Dean on a classic monster hunting trips and helping Rowena wrangle wayward demons back to hell.  There were hints in season 15 that some demons would not follow Rowena.  We could even meet Sam’s future wife.  I know Misha wants a rescue mission into the Empty to free Cas but that would run counter to Dean’s words to Sam in 15x20.  Nah, better to let sleeping dogs lie.

Hellers will always be bitter no matter what.  Let’s say everybody at WB collectively have an aneurysm and say Destiel is a thing in the revival.  99% of the hellers will still be mad because it wouldn’t confirm their fanfiction version.  Meanwhile 99% of the SPN audience who doesn’t know Destiel is even a thing will be WTF-ing because that ship just came out of nowhere. There are even The Walking Dead fans to this day that say the Richonne ship came out of nowhere even though it's been canon for years.  Therefore it makes absolute no sense to acknowledge a fanfiction ship because the general audience wouldn’t know about it and the hellers will be mad regardless for not conforming to their porno fanfictions.

[jessicas-pi]

more Medieval AU incorrect quotes

Rex: Why are you two always out during rainstorms? Barriss: It’s so peaceful and refreshing. I love the smell of rain. Ahsoka: Korkie bet me I couldn’t get struck by lighting, but he’s WRONG.

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Caleb: That was so hot, Hera. Hera: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets. Caleb: I'm so in love with you.

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Ahsoka: We’ll get back into there or die trying. Rex: No one’s dying. Ahsoka: Not with that attitude.

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Omega: You read my diary? Merrin: At first I did not know it was your diary. I thought it was a very sad handwritten book.

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Rex: The joy of supervising Ahsoka. You look away for 5 seconds to make sure something is set up correctly, and she bites the tip of a quill pen off.

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Ezra: Can you cut me some slack, Sabine? I’m sort of in love. Sabine: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem. Ezra: I’m in love with you. Sabine: Oh. Sabine: That brings me in the loop a little.

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Merrin: I want to kiss you. Cal, not paying attention: What? Merrin: I said if you die, I wont miss you.

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Zeb: Are you trying to give me an aneurysm? Sabine: Pretty sure we all are. Luke: I wasn't. Ezra: I was. Leia: I was trying to stop them, for your consideration. Han: I just cause aneurysms naturally.

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Rex: Your problem is that you’ve got no common sense. Ahsoka: I’ve got plenty of common sense! Ahsoka: I just choose to ignore it.

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Sabine (age 12): My toxic trait is that I truly believe I could win a fight against anybody if I was mad enough. You might have the strength and size, but I have the pure, unfiltered rage.

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Kanan, sweating: Hera, there’s something I need to ask you- Hera: Finally! You’re proposing! Kanan: How’d you know? Hera: Kanan, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner. Hera: I even picked it up once.

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Cal: Merrin, I am nothing if not a man of principle. Cal: Now let’s break into this tomb.

[mysticmellowlove]

a/n; grammarly is set to formal writing for my stupid reports so every time I try and write debauched shit like this it has an aneurysm. i tell you what something possessed me to write this as well. There should be another one later tonight so I can finally be back on schedule :)

warnings; somno, non con, sub male, yan male, gn reader, yandere behaviours, drugging,

word count; 1218

Seth's jaw tightened as he looked down at the computer in disdain. On it the work email of his sugar was open and all of the back and forth they had with their clients was right in front of him. He read through them, his fists tightening at the friendly banter and the not-so-innocent flirting from the clients. Why didn't they understand? Why didn't his sugar understand that he was the only person they needed in their life?

He slammed the computer screen down, half hoping that it would shatter. It didn't but the satisfying sound of it clattering shut made him feel a little bit better. Off to the side of the table was the cup of tea he had made them just before they were going to watch a movie. They hadn't noticed the drug in it, the sweetness of the honey they liked in their drinks hid the bitter taste.

It wasn't what he wanted, he wanted them to be awake but he also needed to calm himself down. The last thing he wanted was to scare them with the extent of his love. This way he would get what he wanted and they would be none the wiser.

He had to have them, had to make sure that their body knew how much pleasure he could give them. Maybe if he conditioned their body to feel arousal around him then they would naturally fall in love with him.

That was why he had to drug them so they'd fall asleep faster, so they'd stay asleep while he did whatever he wanted. The idea made him shiver. He quickly lost interest in his sugar's computer and instead paced towards their prone body on the couch. Netflix was open but nothing was playing as they had fallen asleep before they could pick anything, he grabbed the remote from their hand and turned it off allowing the room to be lit only by the lamp in the corner.

It was the perfect romantic atmosphere, it was a shame that they wouldn't be able to experience it. He looked down at them, if only they'd relax more. Why did they have to work all the time? Why couldn't they just let him provide for them?

Gently he let his body rest on their lap, his leg thrown over them as he leant over their body. His hands trailed up their arm, raising goosebumps on their skin as he watched the small reactions their body had to him. Lovingly he caressed their face, letting his lips slot over their own, forcing his tongue into their mouth. He moaned at the feeling of being close to them like this, imagining what they'd be saying if they knew what he was doing.

He knew that his sugar could be a little nasty sometimes but that's what he loved about them. The world had been so cruel to them, it was time he made it all better. He pulled his lips back and watched as the string of saliva extended between them.

He couldn't wait any longer, he'd been pent up today and they'd spent the whole day working. He remembered the way they brushed him off before forcing him to sit on their lap as they worked, he thought he had them right where he wanted them but then.... they didn't give in. It made him so mad but he would never blame them.

He shuffled downwards and pulled their pants from their body, taking in the sight of their wet underwear. His eyes widened, so their body already knew who it belonged to. His face spread into a grin, he was halfway there then...

Excitedly he pulled his own pants off and slowly eased his fingers into his ass, attempting to open himself up to take them more efficiently. They were still prepped from when he was sitting on their lap, when they had insisted that he cockwarm them while they worked.

Soon after he started he decided that the pleasurable burn of their cock stretching him out would be better.

He needed their body to be accustomed to him but he also wanted his to do the same, to be moulded perfectly to them and their body. Ruined so no one else would make him feel as good, no one would even get the chance anyway but the thought was too hot to discard

Eagerly he let their cock penetrate him, sink into him. His mouth dropped open as he tried to muffle his moan, he was still a little sensitive from before. His hands shook as he braced them on the couch, now suddenly wary about waking them up. He had been assured that the drug would work like a charm but he wanted to be sure.

He loved them, so much... but he also wanted to seem dependable. If they saw him act like such a slut then what would they think of him? To be so fully undone by the slightest touch of their cock inside him, to basically be drooling at the thought of them viciously taking him in any way they wanted. How could he provide for them if he was always weak at the knees at the thought of their skin, their breath, their kisses... their mere presence.

Pathetic, he was simply pathetic and yet he loved it. Being turned into some whore by the simplest touch, into a dumb slut by their girthy cock. A slave to the pleasure they gave him.

These thoughts circulated in his head as he bounced up and down on them, his lip caught in between his teeth as he tried to muffle his sounds. Even the ache in his legs wouldn't stop him from fully exploring them. His hands left the couch and roamed over their skin, under their shirt, over their hard nipples. Their body was reacting to him, it knew who he was and how good he made it feel.

"Come on, just.... just love me already." He cried out as he crashed his hips into them, no longer caring about the sounds he was making or the rough pace he was subjecting himself and them to. Their hips would bruise, a haughty reminder of his sin. What would they do when they found out? Would they punish him, would they not care, would they give in and let him finally take care of their every whim?

Would they leave him?

His eyes narrowed as he rolled his hips into them, keeping their cock in as deep as it would go inside him. An ache was forming in his legs and his prostate as he forcefully made them abuse it repeatedly. The feeling of them deep inside him made him cum, spurts of liquid covered both his and their skin as he kissed their neck hotly, licking and biting a mark into them.

They couldn't leave him, he loved them too much, he wouldn't allow it, they'd be his forever and ever and ever. He would make sure of it. No matter what he had to do he would do it. Anything for them, anything to make sure they stayed together forever.

[k7l4d4]

K Reviews and Rants: Murder Drones! Episode 1

Hello all. Today, I embark on a new adventure! I could, technically, be continuing Miraculous Ladybug... but I decided I'd rather do something that doesn't risk me getting an aneurysm at thinking how much it's gone down hill. So, instead, I'm going to review stuff you can find for free online before moving on to other stuff.

Now, Murder Drones, at a first glance, is a fairly tongue in cheek dark parody of various horror genres, centered around the titular drones. But, many secrets lie in waiting... well, this should be fun!

Onto the review. As always, warnings for any profanity on my part.

Okay, not even two minutes in, and this is pretty interesting.

The basic concept "humans end up wiping themselves out on a planet they colonized and the robots left behind form their own civilization, but humans get mad about it so they decide to send other robots to deal with it" is solid. The opening scene is also very tongue in cheek, given that it's literally listed as a file labeled "Exposition." Near the end of the two minute mark, it transitions to a punk-looking robot with a female sounding voice giving a... less then well made presentation.

Said female robot, Uzi going by the closed captions, is complaining about how passive the Workers are being regarding their enemies. Which, given that they are reliant on three big doors, is a valid concern; no matter how durable they are, eventually the Murder Drones are gonna get past them... either by figuring out how to break them, or by breaking the areas AROUND them.

Also, I really, REALLY hope that Uzi didn't use actual blueprints in that presentation, because it's never good when stuff like that is easily accessible in such dangerous circumstances.

Apparently Uzi's answer to the eventual conflict is to make a railgun... and brought it to class. Working or not working, that's insanely dangerous... and it's hilarious how the principle is just looking on like "okay." It's hysterical to me how nonchalant he is about it. But Uzi cackling maniacally while powering up the railgun... yeah, bad sign. She's not alright in the head.

... I'm dying of laughter. The project was a word problem... about buying watermelons. Not even getting into how dumb of a project that is for homework, what's even stupider is how is it even POSSIBLE Uzi misinterpreted it THAT BADLY!? Like, this is the kind of scene that always has me hoping "I hope this sets the tone going forward." It's just hysterical.

One exploding railgun, a dented door, and now we are in the nurse's office. Why would robots even have that? Plus, more tongue in cheek jokes plastered across the wall. I gotta give props on the background details, even if they are just one-off jokes, taking the time to put them in is really cool.

Wow, some bitchy robot cheerleaders made a "joke" about how Uzi was still alive. That's totally fine and not at all disgusting. Ugh...

Really confused on why Uzi has an icepack on her face... is it to cool down her circuits or something?

Oh, new robot dude just walked in. I can't tell if his comments on some guy named Chad's "classic toxic masculinity never ending up being problematic" is just being tongue in cheek or robots being weird about making connections or something. Either way, it's funny from the perspective of making fun of old high school movies and tv show cliches.

O-kay, looks like Uzi's more unpopular than I thought... and really hammering home the "self aware up to a point" idea here, given the "angsty teen" comments. Oh, and apparently her dad's a big deal for making the doors, so Uzi's family name is... Doorman. I wish I was making that up.

Uzi asks why Thad's in the nurse's office, making a joke about testosterone... which goes over Thad's head. Kinda curious myself, since he clearly intended to go there but didn't know UZI was there. It's a bit weird that the question's unanswered.

With the reason behind Thad being at the nurse going unanswered, he questions Uzi about the railgun, and Uzi explains that she's gonna sneak out to get the last part she needs... with Thad having a very good point on why she does that, while also making a reference to how it sounds like she's dealing with some emotional repression (I feel your pain, Uzi, I feel your pain).

Like, for real, WHY would she need to go specifically to the Murder Drone's lair to get the last part she needs? Couldn't she go, I dunno, anywhere else? Like, the things are hunting Workers like her, that doesn't mean they have an abundance of parts she'd need to make her railgun. ...Please don't tell me she's secretly suicidal, please...

Ha! The alarm's built into her head.

Uzi dramatically suiting up... before acting like every stereotypical teen ever in trying to swipe her parents' keys before leaving.

Okay, there's a big vent between the doors. While the whole "crawling through vents" thing is a hollywood invention, it's a genuine security risk when your enemies have missiles, are robots, and can fly. Oh, and Uzi immediately got caught by Khan while sneaking out, I guess. That's also something.

Khan just laughs off the idea of Uzi having a boyfriend. Dick move, Khan, Dick move.

Then Uzi manages to convince him she wants to get into doors like him, and he falls for it instantly. It's totally hilarious. Also, it kinda looks like Khan DOES want to bond with Uzi... but he's got a very limited understanding of how to do so. I don't think he's all there either, given he talked to one of his doors like it's a puppy dog.

...Okay, Khan needs therapy over having had to basically mercy kill Uzi's mom. Like, immediately.

Yeesh, getting a proper look at things outside of the compound, this place looks like shit. I've got no clue if it looked nicer after the Workers took over and just went to hell after the Murder Drones attacked, but... yeah, it's bad.

Okay, so... when Uzi said she "planned to go to the Murder Drones' Lair." She didn't just mean "around the corpse spire," she meant "into" it. ...The 'secretly suicidal' idea is looking more and more likely.

Huh, she actually found stuff other then murdered Worker parts. I'm surprised.

...And one of the Murder Drones is apparently back from a hunt and enjoying a "snack." Uzi, you should probably be reconsidering your life choices right now... and it spotted her. Yup, she's dead.

She got her fighting skills from pirated anime? This is believable, as she is a robot and thus can do shit that would break a human body.

And while it might've cost her an acid-injected hand, we finally get to see the Railgun go off!! ...Fuck that is both awesome and terrifying, AND SHE MADE THIS IN A CLOSED OFF OUTPOST!? Uzi is scary, and anyone who thinks she isn't is in denial.

Hurray, she killed one of the monsters and oh fuck they can regenerate their heads!! FUCK!!!

And she slapped it with a dismembered arm.

Huh, this Nazi-dressed robot's blinking headlight looks a bit off. Also, he's a sweetheart. WHO THOUGHT MAKING THE ROBOTIC MURDER MACHINE A SWEETHEART WAS A GOOD IDEA?!? Don't these people know that giving one of the vicious killers a heart of gold is guaranteed to make them turn on you!?

Huh, I guess his regeneration busted one of his sensors. So... Uzi's safe. For now.

Okay, we learned two things; one, they are called Disassembly Drones, and two, this guy's name is Serial Designation N. He is a puppo of adorableness that I wish to protect, but I'm pretty sure he doesn't need the help in that regard.

Please, N, stop talking. You are making it hard to remember you are a brutal murderer designed to kill everyone Uzi knows!

N is surprisingly chill at having lost three hours of time. Okay, so he's not just sweet, he's stupid as well; that does reduce the odds of him attempting a heel-face turn, the dumb ones tend to take the longest to realize they are on the wrong side.

ANd it looks like the acid is neutralized by the Disassembly Drone's saliva... what weirdo thought that was a good design choice!? Also, the way Uzi goes "we are never talking about this" is such a vibe.

N decides to give the scoop on the other two members:

First is V, who is... psychotic. That's literally the only word to describe it, she just comes off as insane and sadistic for the sake of being sadistic. She also might have some memory issues if she hasn't figured out who N is by this point.

Second is J, the leader. She seems, by all accounts, to be an ultra-aggressive, fanatically loyal corporate jackboot. On the other hand, everything about her screams to me "SHIP HER WITH UZI!!" So I shall. It's toxic, but it is a good poison to endure.

Uzi describes the device in the Murder Drone's base as a spaceship, N as a one use missile (since they weren't taught how to land). They are, technically speaking, both right. Ships need fuel, so unless Uzi could scrounge up enough to transport them off the planet, AND scavenge all the components needed to repair it, it'd be better served breaking it down for parts and coming up with a new design entirely.

Also, the fact that Uzi, a violently unstable Drone with a chip on her shoulder about her people being left to slaughter, is thinking about getting off the planet... yeah, that's a warning sign about her intentions right there.

N's reasoning for continuing the slaughter, aside from the very creepy vibes that imply he and the rest are addicted to Worker Oil (VAMPIRE VIBES!!!) and the pragmatic reason that they need to do so to avoid overheating and dying... it fits him as a character, but also kind of highlights that he's not mentally suited for all this stuff, and makes me question who thought including him in this was a good idea. Although given he's lasted this long, he's definitely not harmless.

Uzi then hits the nail on the head; the Disassembly Drones have no guarantee that they won't be scrapped themselves once their mission is done... but given that J probably wouldn't care given how much of a fanatic she comes off as, and V is too insane to probably process the idea, N might be swayed... given time, at least.

Okay, Uzi apparently has enough survival instincts to run for it when she realized that the other two, non-malfunctioning Murder Drones are back. Good on her!

I'm honestly surprised that V didn't just attack Uzi the second she saw her, given her personality. Of course, said personality might be WHY she's not attacking; her mind probably doesn't think in traditional processes regarding priorities. Still, it's weird that she didn't go for the kill given how brutal she is.

Huh, the Disassembly Drones can reboot each other using slaps. That's... an interesting design choice.

And N, now able to actually remember and process the data his sensors were feeding him, instantly goes to get rid of Uzi's railgun, out of concern of what it would do to his squad. WHY IS HE SO WHOLESOME!? Then again, he's chasing Uzi back to the Doors, and Uzi has the master key and is absolutely slower then him... yeah, we're probably gonna be seeing N's dangerous side in a moment or two.

And now the Worker Defense Force are dropping death flags. I gotta say, I genuinely do like the tongue-in-cheek nature of this; like, they are being incredibly obvious they are dropping death flags, but the show is making it so clear that these folks know about tropes, even subconsciously, that it makes this morbidly funny.

Uzi tries to close the door... too late.

Yeah... N prying open those massive doors using nothing but his bare hands (clawed though they may be), is super terrifying, and I am unashamed to admit it. I would be pissing myself if I was there in person.

Yup, still N. Even when he has to remind himself he's planning to kill everyone there, he's just such a sweetheart. WHY!? WHY WOULD YOU GIVE US SUCH A SWEET HEART YOU CRUEL WORLD!?

And this... this is the slaughter I was dreading was coming. Seeing just how brutally N is killing them all, I'm severely disturbed. Like, this is horrific even WITH the Drones, if they were people, animated or not...? Yeah, this would be a gore fest.

Hey, Khan got the pack of cards! ...How long does it take to get a fresh pack of playing cards?

N continues to be a sweetheart even while planning to murder someone he had a nice time with.

...There is no way Khan is going to shoot. The dude is screaming PTSD attacks. Also, I'm surprised N is taking so long in killing Uzi, enough time to do nothing as Khan slowly backs away and closes the doors and raises the alarm. Seriously, what is it about Uzi that is holding the Murder Drones back!?

V claiming to have been trying to get past the doors for months isn't really as vast a length of time as it sounds. V doesn't seem the type to really understand the idea of trying different tactics; odds are she just kept blasting at it in the hopes she'd eventually get through.

Hey look, N is starting to show doubts about their mission! I guess seeing a PTSD-driven coward of a father abandon his daughter to die would do that. Unfortunately, he's trying that on the literal fanatic who has made it clear that even if she's willing to be civil when he does a good job, she will KILL him if he proves himself too much of a liability. We can all guess where this is going.

Honestly, given how fanatic she is for the company, I honestly wouldn't be surprised if J believes her own speech about putting N down being for his own good... and the way she describes their mission being that the Workers are corrupted, as well as how Uzi seems strangely protected from immediate murdering... maybe there's more going on with this?

But yeah, J is being a total dick to N. Bad J. Uzi will make you sleep on the couch for this!

Okay, so Uzi's alive, and is now forced to work with N in order to save her outpost. Honestly, I can get it; even if N's nice, he's been knowingly and willingly complicit in the slaughter of her people... but she's at least willing to work with him. They give me very "Dumbass Big Bro/Smartass Little Sis" vibes.

Hey, it's Thad again! Honestly curious how he's alive, since neither of the Murder Drones on the attack seem the type to let someone survive a hit from them if they aren't in a position to instantly kill them at point blank range. It's odd. Maybe Thad's weird in whatever way Uzi is, but less? Or maybe Uzi's a vector for some kind of virus...?

Wow, N is standing up to himself! THAT'S A MIRACLE!!!

Wow, Uzi making N fight his crush? That's cold. Oooh, maybe it's the battle of future lovers!? /j (Yes, I know there's no chance in hell that Uzi gets with J, but my dream lives on in my heart!!)

Really surprised J just stood there while Uzi chucked a pen at her head hard enough to rupture one of her eye things. Seriously, what is it about Uzi that makes Murder Drones be dumb!?

Huh, even in the middle of a fight, J can't help but be a Corporate shill.

N, having an emotional conflict about having to battle your crush should wait until she's NOT blasting missiles at you.

Hey, N managed to beat V via gross-out tactics! It's less disgusting then normal! Helps that he's a robot, but still, using licking as a distraction to get free to assist an ally is valid.

Okay, so in addition to being a shill, J's also the type to plan her monologue's in advance. I approve! Oh, and she got stabbed by her own nanite tail stinger thing, and in a place she can't use her saliva to neutralize... and she uses business terms in place of cursing. I knew she was a shill, but MAN is she a shill!!!

Uzi claimed she would fire if J said one more buzzword... but given the grin on her face, she was gonna do it anyway... which I think J realized. And now J is nothing but arms and her lower torso... given that the Murder Drones can regenerate, they should probably get those parts in some kind of storage/isolation/prison thing or whatever.

Now, this would be the part where the rebel outcast, having saved their people from danger, is now accepted as a hero... but instead, seeing as Uzi is rightfully pissed off at Khan for leaving her for dead, she decides to leave and banish herself. Also, I think her head might be a bit scrambled if she thought that anyone would banish her; yeah, she lead the Murder Drones to them, but she also saved all their lives and (possibly) took one of the Murder Drones down for good. That's HUGE.

And now Uzi reveals her big plan; kill all humans in revenge, laughing maniacally, while some weird symbol appears in her eye. Huh... looks like that whole "we're here because the Workers are corrupted" bit might not have been full of baloney after all! And more Murder Drones are on their way... that's not good.

I gotta say, this was awesome. Not as funny as I'd hoped, but so far, I think it's balancing the tongue in cheek referential and meta humor with the ongoing actions well enough. Looking forward to more!!

[causenessus]

HI NESS!! its like 3 pm rn so good afternoon 😋 i hope you're having/had(? idk when ur school day ends so like..) a good school dayyayay :)) HOPEFULLY YOUVE BEEN DRINKING WATER and ofc eating enough + taking ur meds 🙂‍↕️

when u mentioned some npc named cream cheese i started laughing like an idiot omg 💔 like picture me sitting in the living room next to my roommate bc we're watching a tv show and then i look down at my phone and start giggling out of nowhere.. cream cheese sounded like a real opp 😕🙏 i was the same but with mariokart bc rose gold peach was always hitting me w red shells fr LIKE I CRIED OVER THAT A LOT ACTUALLY (i was 7). and omg mario party!! i still play that whenever i have game nights bc i was able to buy a nintendo switch HAHAHAH and dude just dance hyperfixation goes crazy bc i got insanely good at rasputin solely because i thought i looked cool (i did not.) 😞

ALSO THE VOLLEYBALL GIRLS BEING MEAN IS SO REAL OMG.. lots of the vb girls at my middle school didn't like me for no reason it was crazy actually and that was partially why i didnt start until now LMAO theyre scary af sometimes akwkwnssj

IM GOING BACK TO SCHOOL TOMORROW and me and my friends were trying to figure out where to meet and its now coming to me that i have nothing planned whatsoever 😋 LIKE I DIDNT EVEN PLAN WHEN TO WAKE UP AND I ONLY REALIZED NOW PLS so today i have to lock in and plan an outfit hairstyle and lunch for tomorrow morning and uhhhhhh i wanted to write and post an akaashi oneshot before i went back to school bc i would probably lose the time to write frequently so... how do u balance out your time omg (DONT ACTUALLY ANSWER THIS ITS OK ITS RHETORICAL IM JUST YAPPING)

also i had no idea but like theres a district rule here that phones CANNOT be used at all in the school day unless u were explicitly allowed to.. like ive been getting intro emails from my teachers and their talking about A CELL PHONE VAULT⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ guys i just want my phone so that i can listen to music while i work on assignments please i swear im an ok kid 💔 i may just keep it in my backpack and always wear my hair down because im desperate.. i think i may have an aneurysm if i have to go the entirety of a day without music so desperate times call for desperate measures i suppose 😕

ANYWAY IM NOT GONNA REREAD THAT AND ATTEMPT TO CORRECT ANY ATROCIOUS LOOKING RUN ON SENTENCES SO I HOPE YOU CAN UNDERSTAND ME,, HOPEFULLY YOURE DOING WELL AND ARE HAVING A GOOD DAY!!

HELLO SAV!!! GOOD EVENING <3 (it's 10 pm rn oopsies) THANK U!! AND I HOPE YOU HAD A GOOD DAY <3 today was okay besides the embarrassment of hearing my own playlist being played in public...yk what i'm referring to..BUT also aa yes i will take my meds thank you for the reminder!! since 10 is when i'm supposed to take them 😭 i'll take them next time i get up!! bc i'm kind of comfy rn </3

PLEASE i never actually played mario kart </33 like then the switch came out and my friend had it and i played at her house but then she'd always get mad bc i'd beat her LMAO so i've actually never owned mario kart!! like i ended up get a hand me down switch from my sister's bf's sister who didn't want it anymore but it dies like within an hour of being used so i never play it </33 and DW i didn't look cool dancing to promiscuous even if i got 5 stars on it LMAOAO

but YES idk i think middle school volleyball is definitely the worst bc that's when the toxicity started for my friend in volleyball and i think it makes sense just because of what our minds are like at the state (trying to find ur place and form groups and everything yk </3 not to be a psych nerd or anything but ykwim </3)

AND AA BEST OF LUCK TOMORROW AT SCHOOL!! I'LL PROBABLY MESSAGE U AT MIDNIGHT TO WISH U LUCK AGAIN <3 I HOPE YOU GOT YOUR OUTFIT AND EVERYTHING PLANNED OUT!! i've also been just taking it day by day 😭 like my schedule depends on the day yk so like i've just been setting alarms the night before everytime my schedule changes (IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT BUT I GET U SAV I GET U) and aa!! i know your question was rhetorical but definitely don't stress about too much please <3 take your time and just do what you can manage!!

AND THAT'S CRAZY?? A PHONE VAULT??? MAN YOUR SCHOOL IS HARDCORE I'M SO SORRY 😭😭 i definitely just keep my hair down and use earbuds most of the time bc i CANNOT go without music and like it's fine!!! i have great grades tbh so no one has anything on me 😌 i remember one time i had this math final and we had to put our phones in like a shoe hanger everyday (idk what it's called) but thank goodness wireless headphones exist!! so like my phone would still be connected to my earbuds <3 and my teacher made me lift up a beanie i was wearing to cover my ears LMAO AND I HAD AN EARBUD IN BUT SHE DIDN'T SEE IT BC THEY'RE BLACK like i am not rich enough to afford airpods and i don't want them anyway 😭 they look uncomfortable and ugly and they draw so much attention bc they're bright!! offbrand earbuds all the way <3

YOU ARE BETTER THAN I AM FOR PROOFREADING YOUR MESSAGE 😭😭 I'M GOING TO SEND THIS AS IT IS AND I'M SORRY FOR ANY RUN ON SENTENCES!! I HOPE YOU HAD A LOVELY DAY SAV <33

[bonerot19]

Just read the first chapter of someday.

First of all. I love the name; I love the theme. There’s something about hoping for a better future/realizing it’ll all kinda just be an extended version of the present that’s very heartbreaking. I liked your note at the end about feeling like you’re still you and you didn’t really change. I feel that so deeply - I don’t think I’m at all separate from the me that was 6 and 12 and 15 like they’re all me. So yeah, very cool. I’ve added a bunch of my thoughts in no particular order:

^ I love when characters are stuck in a physical place that is a metaphor for a time of their life or/and an experience or/and also very much that physical place. To me canon Bruce and Jason have never left Ethiopia.

“I know it is my father's first time on this Earth, too. And I know He had it worse when he was little. But I was little too.” etc etc (I assume it’s a reference to- love it. Steph’s relationship with her father is so interesting to me)

The bit about Dick wanting to gaslight Gotham into thinking Damian’s always been there 😭 he WOULD lol

A pleasure to see Dani again! I love her sm :3

Also: the story of Omelas, and how Jason doesn’t even really think about the moral argument of it, but is really mainly stuck on that one phrase. Very interesting window into his character.

Anyways. I loved this first chapter! Excited to see what comes next :)

hey hi hello I'm so happy

that whole bit at the end of chp 1 came about bc I was looking at old journals of mine from elementary school and middle school and high school and realized I kept making goals for myself. kept writing down my hopes for the future and I wrote, so so many times, "I hope I'm better, someday" and I was sitting there and I couldn't have looked at my younger self and said "you are" bc I'm not. and I came to the understanding a long time ago that you can't cure yourself of a bad childhood, you can just try to have a better life and hold that small part of yourself more gently than any adult ever did. but I was mad about it, and I still am

that "but I was little too" was EXACTLY what I was referencing. 100%. entirely. I think about that a lot, whenever I try to think kindly of how my dad acted when I was a kid. bc he was in a really bad situation, but I was little too. idk I feel like the older I get the more nuanced my anger with my parents gets. bc they were too young to get married, they shouldn't have had kids. they were kids once, and life crushed them. ("I'm still angry at my parents for what their parents did to them" etc)

I think Dick's right, they should just pretend Damian was always there. I think the socialites would be too embarrassed to try and call it out. Vicki Vale would have an aneurysm

my thing with Omelas was that, Jason already thinks about those morals a lot, and he has kind of already decided that he doesn't think it's okay and something should be done about it. the comfort of the many isn't worth the pain of one. maybe the other kids are experiencing that dilemma for the first time, but Jason isn't. so that one line is really the thing he focuses on, bc he's not having that moral debate. he's trying to figure out if he's already been broken beyond repair, he wants to know if he's known too much fear to ever be free of it

thank you, as always, for sharing your thoughts I enjoy them deeply 🥹🥹

[blackjackkent]

Stepping inside the main office of the Flaming Fist barracks we find a woman yelling at the local officer in charge about her missing daughter. The ambient dialogue is odd and seems to imply that there are some mental struggles happening among the Fist, possibly as a result of the TERRIFYING WORM CREATURES in everyone's heads.

I feel like maybe we should get involved in this before Lora has an aneurysm.

"How many times do I need to say it? You sent word about a lead - said that I should come see you about it!"

The Fist stares at her. "Of course, Madam, let me just..." Her head twitches, her eyes blanking out for a moment, then refocusing. "Forgive me. Why are you here?"

"Is this some kind of sick joke?! Do you have any idea what I've been through the past few days?!"

"What is going on here?" Hector inserts himself into the conversation, trying to add a calming voice even though he doesn't really think it will help.

"My daughter Vanra! My little girl, she's missing!" the woman cries, rounding on him with an air of desperation. "This stupid, useless Fist said she had a lead, but she must have been sucking dream mist or something!"

Hector glances at the Fist with a critical eye - and doesn't like what he sees. Dream mist, he can only assume, is a drug, but this doesn't look like a woman drug-addled or confused, but instead, in serious pain. The Fist's head twitches again, her face spasming as if trying to shut out some agony inside her skull. "Madam..." she mutters hoarsely. Her fingers flex inside their metal gauntlets. "Tell me... you said... she was... ah... taken from a tavern?"

Narrator: [ARCANA] You catch the barest tendrils of magic coiled around the Flaming Fist.

Hector glances at his companions and sees his alarm mirrored in their expressions. No doubt all of their thoughts have gone in the same direction. This Fist is infected. Are those twinges of pain the onset of ceremorphosis?

"Yes. The BLUSHING. MERMAID. Down by the docks," the other woman snaps, oblivious to the deeper implications here. "I've told you a hundred times - why aren't you listening?!"

[ARCANA] Examine the Flaming Fist.

Narrator: Someone, or something, has tampered with her memory.

Aha. Hector feels himself relax slightly as he interprets the signs - not ceremorphosis but something more like a Modify Memory spell. Still not GOOD, but definitely not as BAD.

"What...ah... what were we discussing?" the Fist mumbles vaguely.

"What is *happening*?" the other woman wails in disgust. "I feel like I'm going mad!"

Hector steps forward, puts out a hand between them in an attempt to calm the moment. "Someone's tampered with the Flaming Fist's memory," he says firmly.

"Nonsense," the officer says. "I'm fine. Madam, tell me why you're..." She trails off, winces sharply. "Nngh... here... and I will assist..." Her words drift off into silence and she looks vaguely past the woman's shoulder.

"Gods, you're right," the woman says with some alarm. "Something's wrong with her." She hesitates, then steps closer to Hector and away from the Fist, clearly seeing in him a new sign of hope.

"Can you help me?" she asks. "I've no family, and Vanra's father isn't around. The Flaming Fist were my last resort..."

Her face crumples and he sees tears sprout in her eyes. "I'm so afraid... and so tired... I've been looking night and day, everywhere I could..."

Without even thinking about it, Hector reaches out, rests a hand on her shoulder reassuringly. Of course he'll help; there was never any question of it. He knows all too well about being tired and afraid and not knowing what to do...

"I'll help you find your daughter," he says gently. And, with luck, figure out what's wrong with the Fist, too...

Her shoulders sag and her eyes brighten with relief and a flash of hope that is gratifying to see. "You will? Thank you... I haven't slept or eaten since she disappeared. I'm terrified something has happened to her. Her name is Vanra. She's seven years old and has red hair, like me. We were in the Blushing Mermaid when she was taken - just up by the docks."

He nods gravely. "Was anyone else with you?"

She shakes her head. "No. Unless you count a couple of old drinking mates at the next table - but they'd be no help. They barely remember their own names. I was sober though, I swear," she adds earnestly. "I stop in the 'Maid for a drink sometimes, but it was only a quick one!"

Hector lifts an eyebrow at her briefly, but doesn't comment on this. "You must have some witnesses, surely," he says.

"Of course," she says, nodding. "The front of house, Bosun Gannet, was there. And the owner of the Blushing Mermaid, Captain Grisly. Neither lifted a finger to help me look. It was awful..."

Hector huffs out a breath. Well, it's a place to start. "I'll head to the Blushing Mermaid now," he says firmly.

"Thank you," she says with a sharp nod. "I'll head home. Can't stand being around these idiots any longer. Come find me the moment you hear anything!"

Hector watches her go out, rubs his jaw thoughtfully. There's something bothering him about her, but he can't quite put his finger on it, so he shrugs it off for now. He's hardly going to ignore the potential need of a missing child, no matter what.

[gunsatthaphan]

Looks like it has been confirmed Bad Buddy x ATOS crossover for the ourskyy2 episodes I honestly don't know how to feel about it both shows are so good in their own right but together I have no idea with The Eclipse episodes filming so much earlier than the other series I hope this means nothing weird is happening with this show and we just get akk and aye being wholesome because that is all I want no crossovers or body swaps haha

STOP THIS MADNESS. nothing is confirmed.

I don't believe that shit until I see it with my own eyes lmao. yall need to stop with these theories they're giving me aneurysm.

[asseater3k]

Meta gear Mania Days:9&10

Covering after compleating peace walker so spoilers might occur under the cut

GAMEPLAY- this was a weird one it plays like a weird mush mash of phantom pain and snake eater but not as interesting as it entails. The depth of survival mechanics is unimpresive in relation to MGS3 which is fine but there are some strange holdover like the camo index and bones of the original camo system except instead of being able to swap at any moment its all pre mission since it seemed footstep noise was far more impactful on stealth than actual camo I basically never swapped out of the sneaking suit once I unlocked it. On the subject of missions the whole mission based structure was weird especially when the story is structured much more like a classic metal gear long ass mission the constant breaks actually really got on my nerves untill I remembered that it was originally a psp game and as such was meant to played in bursts on the subway during your commute to your job as a salaryman not as parted of a demented pseudo speed run of an entire franchise. What I experienced as frustrating and jarringly momentum breaking to be continued screen was in fact a gentle blessing to those dedicated office workers who would soon arrive at their stop. Interesting tidbit when you start the game you given three control schemes one of which is basically just monster hunter freedoms control scheme and is even referred to as such in the game I didnt use it although funnily enough i did end up using the old monster hunter claw in segments at the end. Another important thing to mention is that I fucking suck at this game and I think its fair to chalk a few of my annoyances at how the game played up to that fact. What I wont concede being a skill issue is that like half of the boss fights suck all three of the normal vehicles are not fun to battle and the chrysilais gave me an aneurysm. I don’t like to get mad at games and I’m proud to say I dont get mad at games very often, but the chrysalis just pissed me off. Looking back I don’t even know why, like when I think about it its not that bad like the normal vehicles are bad because they’re boring and samey but like chrysalis just hides and blasts you while shooting grabbers at you and also missiles. Maybe its just that I kept getting kind of locked up by the missiles or the small health pool or that I got unlocked and killed a lot just before I i switched back to ration from the sonar thing also i miss the trigger menus. The side ops were fine.

STORY- I don’t Have a ton to say other than its really good its very personal mostly focusing on big bosses grief but the dialog and performances where really strong David hayter goes off and does such a good job of sounding just so weary the gathering of freaks was fun and the “secret” ending was interesting but I was kinda done with the game at that point I do appreciate that strangelove’s whole motivation is being down so tremendous that she brings the boss back as an AI that was fun also I adored the motion comic style believe it was mostly shinkawa doing the art and it was amazing I love his kind of schratchy style that manages to be so utterly full of life Kaz is hilarious, and I hope Huey went to hell before he died

Moving foward- coming close to the end here I really had to beat peace walker today to have a hope of getting this whole challenge complete and grinding like that has kind of burned me out with regards to talking about it like there’s really so much to dig into especially with how Big Boss is jumpstarting the nightmare war economy that the series talks about and is about to focus a lot more on in the next game but I’ve got three hearty days for MGS4 and I’m very excited see you then

[insane4fandoms]

AHHHHH I WOKE UP REMEMBERING I DIDN’T REPOST

DOMT WORRY DUDE I GOT YOU

From what I remember, my mom used to be roommates with someone who was a taxi driver while living in New York, and let me tell you, no free rides for her 😭 had to pay for the gas every time, which was fair.

Abby holding any kind of weapon will lead to chaos, especially guns lmao. Mike has a right to be bristled about her holding a shotgun, Jack you know better lol.

Squirrels can be crazy ngl, there’s these squirrels that just sat in the middle of the road and weren’t moving when I honked at them to shoo them away 🧍🏽

UGH I love those goobers to no end, Ness and Abby are the ultimate chaotic duo when it comes to mischief and chaos.

Also Mike working in an animal shelter is so cute, I would say getting a dog would be fitting for certain events. Who knows? Maybe they’ll get one soon, animatronic named Sparky.

Mike you dork you gotta stop giving Ness an aneurysm 😭 Also, I just love the idea of Abby just body slamming him when he least expects it. They’re such a domestic family I CANT DKSGEJDKRHEHDJFHJ RRRRAHHHH 💕♥️

Also my friend did a glitter box bomb before, bad idea the moment the glitter gets into your eyes, it’s all over from there (He spend an hour under a faucet lol)

Ahh, Caliban can’t help but still joke around with Ness, even though the latter is one step away from going into a cardiac arrest due to stress and anxiety, which is a mood.

I want those pride pins legit, those are cute I could give to my friends, my favorite is the mixtape pin personally, I just really like mixtapes.

That’s actually pretty cool, having a special type of pin that can be a signal to people in their group saying that certain people are off limits.

Caliban o ur here cackling at his own jokes, meanwhile Ness is just holding the phone like 🧍🏻 We get it dude, you’re a cannibal hit man just put the eyes in the bag bro/J

Mad is still going through it, my boy will prolly go out to find Henry!Reader and whine about what happened while Henry!Reader is tending to his wounds like “that’s nice sweetie,”

Not Murdock honking repeatedly, ruining Cal’s monologue makes me chuckle, considering it made both Mad and Cal to legit jump, Murdock and other Egos will still have that small funny Markiplier spark in them

Ooooooo, Is The Newcomer the Reader for Murdock??? 👀 if so, I’m here for it!! I heard that broomsticks really does damage, and from I saw in The Last of Us (rip Joel) Golf clubs are deadly as hell.

Anyways, I love our journey through this collab together, it brought creativity of two online people (who can read each others minds fr) and made a really cool story, hope we can do this again soon!

In the meantime, good luck on your other stories!

It’s here, ITS FINALLY HERE

WHOOHOO @wouldntyou-liketoknow

This silent comic epilogue on my side seems to be a little bittersweet, no real conclusions for the crew for what the hell happened, but everyone is safe (the important ones are at least lmao) Caliban’s hair is different cuz of his tussle with Mad, he looks good tho- @crazy-obsessed-enby @iswmperson @lexusinsannus

Mike will be extremely loopy and sleepy, but when wasn’t he like that? lol Abby is just happy that her brother and Ness are safe, and Jack may or may not be a little upset he didn’t get to use his shotgun on somebody.

[absolutepokemontrash]

If requested are still available, I would love to see a continuation of the Addams Family MC with the side characters. It will be interesting to see how they react.

I am so sorry for the unplanned hiatus! Work and school was beating me over the head! 

Here’s the post with the brothers!

Addams Family MC With the Side Characters!

Diavolo

When MC was first pulled into the Devildom, in all honesty, Diavolo thought they pulled down a demon who was on vacation. It’s just… MC dressed in such demonic attire! They looked great, don’t get him wrong, but he was expecting some… brighter clothing. With significantly less knives attached.

Once MC and Diavolo begin to build a rapport, the demon prince couldn’t help but wonder… was the human world really as similar to the Devildom as MC was saying, or did MC just… live a bit of a weird life? He’d have to check with Solomon later. (Not that the wizard lived a life that was any less weird…)

Poor Diavolo tried to take MC on a trip through the Royal gardens once to show off some of his unique plants he was sure MC would enjoy, but tragically, MC pointed out that they already had plants like this at their great aunt’s estate.

“It’s terribly haunted, constant screams of the damned, not quite sure who’s cries are from those still living… it’s a wonderful vacation spot! We should all take a trip there sometime!” “Oh… yes that sounds lovely…”

It’s not that Diavolo isn’t enthralled by the idea of hanging out with MC’s great aunt, it’s that Diavolo just wants to impress the human… we here at Stupid Headcanons Inc. hope that MC is willing to at least pretend to be shocked and amused by all the weird happenings in the Devildom… for Diavolo’s sake.

Barbatos

This might come as a shock for some but… this man is strangely smitten with this strange new human. Their aesthetic is absolutely on point, their mannerisms, so refined and elegant with a dangerous edge, like the intricately carved knives Barbatos keeps in his alleged torture dungeon.

He tries to deny his attraction (be it as a friend-crush or a romantic one), but he can’t help but try and… show off around MC.

Expertly pour them teas from all over the Devildom, share his knowledge and expertise on all manner of different subjects, maybe even… show off his bare wrists 🤭

It’s once Barbatos properly explains his powers that MC gets really into it.

“Oh, all that knowledge of times gone by and times yet to come… I bet it just drives you intoxicatingly mad, doesn’t it?” “…honestly, yes, sometimes. Knowing there is a timeline out there where I did not have the amazing fortune of meeting you of course.”

Barbatos expertly positioned a fainting couch nearby so if MC swooned too hard they wouldn’t fall onto the hard floors of the castle and get a concussion, but it wasn’t MC who ended up needing the couch. The human dreamily sighed and managed to just graze Barbatos’ bare collarbone as they pinned a black rose they found to his uniform.

The poor demon was passed out on that couch for an hour.

Simeon

This poor vaguely confused Angel… first he can’t figure out how the computer works, now he’s concerned that this human took to the Devildom a little too well. The dark clothing and almost Victorian mannerisms were captivating yes, but what if they influenced Luke and Simeon had to deal with his charge going through a goth phase???

But other than worrying about the fate of his little companion, Simeon couldn’t help but marvel at this human and all their strangeness. Though, he nearly had an aneurysm when he caught them cutting the petals off his flower displays.

“Please don’t ever do that again, MC…” “Why ever not? This place is far too bright and colourful.” “For your tastes maybe, but I prefer at least a few pops of colour here and there.”

While MC didn’t exactly understand why Simeon would want something as strange as colour in this perfectly dark and gloomy place, they didn’t want to upset their friend, so they complied. (Much to Simeon’s relief and appreciation)

A bosom friendship was formed when Simeon was trying to branch out into writing gothic short stories and MC arrived to help. Well, they didn’t help intentionally, really, they were just sharing anecdotes from their latest family reunion and Simeon just wrote that stuff down. MC has a… for lack of a better word, “colourful” family.

Solomon

Oh this guy has definitely become an honorary Addams at some point in history through virtue of just how WEIRD he is.

He’s the weird cousin of the family, MC knows him well. Where do you think the family got all their wonderful plants, pets and magical oddities?

The sorcerer is completely in phased by the family’s weirdness and goes out of his way to ask about all the fun things they’ve been up to while he’s been too busy to visit.

“Well, not much has happened in recent years, Solomon. Though, we did dance the mamushka at the last family reunion.” “You did?! Damn, I wish I could have been there. I was the best at that dance, you know.”

Once MC can start using magic, he demands to be in charge of all of their lessons, he’s family, after all!

Luke

MC is single handedly responsible for Luke’s goth phase.

It happened suddenly and without warning��� just… one day MC and Luke went out shopping, and Luke came back dressed like a little gothic Victorian boy with his hair slicked back. (He looked like a tiny blonde Gomez Addams to be honest. Very cute 10/10)

Simeon passed out (tragically not near any fainting couches). Solomon applauded. Asmo took a million pictures.

At first though, Luke thought MC was another demon. Their sense of style and general demeanour really freaked him out, and on more than one occasion, he actively ran away. MC didn’t mind, they were used to inspiring fear in the populous 🖤

But one day, Barbatos invited MC to one of the baking lessons, and Luke realized that this human was alright. Sure they were a little weird, but who wasn’t? And the cookies they made were really really good! They were shaped like little cobwebs :D

[ratmuffintherapy]

Hey! Discovered your blog as I was scrolling through tags and I have a request!

Eddie Munson of course. Love of my life. I was thinking reader could be Dustin’s older sister, but maybe a year younger than Eddie, so he doesn’t really know her or see her. She’s a pretty badass nerd and proud of it. Into the same music Eddie is, loves to read and write, into classic movies and most importantly, D&D - not that she would ever tell Dustin that since she knows he would BEG her to play all the time. And so, when Lucas goes to the bball came opposed to Eddie’s campaign, reader overhears Dustin freaking out with Mike and she decides to jump in and help. Eddie teases her at first just like with Erica and she has a badass moment and helps them win. After Eddie asks her out and it’s super cute, fluffy.

MY VERY FIRST REQUEST! thank you for the request, anon! i hope you like it! word count: 2,431 warning: fluff, cursing note: y/h/c = your hair color. bolded words in the middle of an imagine are lines taken directly from the show. do you guys want a part 2? i think this could be a great series!

"Dustin! Hurry up, or else the y/n mobile is saying bye bye without you!" I yelled up the staircase, huffy because my little brother was taking a million years to get downstairs. This was a daily occurrence and I was honestly fed up with it. He was always either feeding Yurtle or caught up in whatever he was doing for Hellfire club that day. Today, he couldn't find his Hellfire shirt.

"HOLD ON AND STOP BEING SO MEAN TO ME!" I rolled my eyes and tapped my fingers together anxiously, checking my watch. Objects clattered and crashed upstairs and I could imagine my brother throwing things around his room like the drama king he was.

"Patience, honey, patience." My mom tousled my hair as she walked by.

"Moooom, I was going to meet up with my friends for Rebecca's birthday this morning and now I'm not going to be able to give her the present I got her until this weekend because he's being stupid."

Mom stroked Mews and handed me a piece of toast. "Calm down and eat this. DUSTIN!! YOU'RE GIVING YOUR SISTER AN ANEURYSM!"

"I'M COMING! SHIT!"

"LANGUAGE!"

His feet thundered as he ran down the hall and down the stairs. He threw on his hat and his wrinkled Hellfire shirt and I smacked him. "Finally! Get in the car!" I took a huge stress bite out of the piece of toast and kissed mom on the cheek.

"Have a great day at school, kids!"

"Remember mom, I have Hellfire tonight!" Dustin ran to the car, backpack bouncing, and I ran after him.

We jumped into my shitty car, and I kicked it into gear.

"Every morning you make me stress eat because you make us late, dude."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry y/n, Mews hid my shirt under a pile of shit so I couldn't find it, I promise I'm going to be on time from now on."

I sighed, unable to stay mad at my brother for long. He's only two years younger than me, him being a freshman and me being a junior, but I still see him as my baby brother. I tapped the front of his baseball cap and smiled.

"That better be a promise." Dustin smiled his toothy grin at me.

--

We pulled into the Hawkins High parking lot. Dustin jumped out of the car while I was still rolling to a stop.

"Dustin! Don't do that!" I yelled out the window and people turned to look.

"Idiot." I grumbled under my breath and I parked the car. I grabbed my backpack and ran inside. I saw my friends and grinned, seeing my best friend of ten years, Rebecca, all dolled up for her birthday.

"Babe!!" Rebecca turned with a smile and I gave her the biggest hug. "Happy birthday!! Here, I made this for you!"

I dug the photo album I put together out of my bag and handed it to her. I had spent hours and hours on that thing, asking her mom and my mom for pictures we had taken together over the years, and put it into this scrapbook and decorated it with stickers and glitter and ribbons.

"Y/n!" Rebecca looked up at me in the middle of flipping through the pages, teary-eyed.

"Don't you dare cry, Rebecca Fedson. If you cry, I'll cry and it is too early for that."

She embraced me in a huge hug and I hugged her back, smiling into her hair. "I love you y/n."

--

Eddie's POV

"Babe!" I heard a familiar voice rush past me and a blur of y/h/c hair flew by. I turned to see if it was who I thought it was.

Y/n. I watched as she hugged her friends and gave her friend a... birthday present? Yeah. A birthday present. I had admired y/n from a distance for years now, ever since I saw her in the halls as a freshman. Back then, I was a sophomore and her smile was what caught my eye. I once had asked Dustin if she knew her, him being younger and more likely to know, and he had looked me quizzically and told me that was his older sister. After that, I occasionally saw her around the halls, but I never dared to approach her. She was always with a friend or two, and at lunch she was surrounded by friends who adored her and who she adored. She was popular, but not like Jason and those assholes. She was... nice. She had caught your eye a few times when you noticed her, and she smiled at you. Nobody smiled at you. Except for the Hellfire club, of course. But other than them, no one ever smiled at Eddie Munson, the self-proclaimed freak. But she did, and sometimes even raised her fingers in a shy wave. I think she knew who I was through Dustin. She probably also saw my Hellfire shirt, on days that I matched with Dustin, and put two and two together. I tried to be as cool as possible, but just the sight of her made me--confident, doesn't-care-about-anyone Eddie--nervous.

I watched y/n and her friend hug each other tight as her friend clung onto the gift y/n had given her. Y/n was always so thoughtful. So nice. But of course, I didn't dare do anything. Not only because she was inaccessible to Eddie the Freak, but also because she was inaccessible to me as Dustin's sister.

--

Y/n's POV

The day went by normally. Just class, occasionally seeing my friends if we had class together. I wasn't a star student, but I was good enough and enjoyed school enough. Overall, I was content at Hawkins High.

I met Dustin outside the school at the end fo the day, only to find him sitting dejectedly with Mike.

"What's up, guys?" I asked, shifting my backpack on my shoulder.

"I hate high school." Dustin mumbled.

"Whoa, what's going on? Did something happen?"

Mike sighed. "Eddie isn't letting us move Hellfire tonight for Lucas's game, which means that Lucas won't be at the campaign, and without someone to replace him, we can't play."

"We've been trying to find a replacement all day, but no one wants to play D&D."

The two boys slumped on the wall, pouting. I crossed my arms, thinking. Dustin didn't know it--no one did, but I had been dying to play D&D for a while now. When Dustin got really into it, I got a gameplay book to see what his obsession was all about, and as a nerd myself, who loves fantasy novels and movies, I got pretty sucked into it. I knew all the characters, all the rules. I kept this a secret from Dustin because I knew that if he found out, he would incessantly bother me about playing. I sighed, coming to a conclusion.

"I can be your substitute."

Dustin and Mike's heads shot up, surprised.

"What? You don't even know the rules or what a campaign is, or anything. How would you be the sub?" Dustin asked incredulously.

I ran my fingers through my hair before telling him, "I actually have wanted to play for years now. I know everything there is to know about D&D. I just didn't tell you because you'd be annoying about it."

Dustin's eyes widened as he dramatically grasped Mike's arm.

"No. Fucking. Way." Mike stared at me, open-mouthed.

Dustin slowly got up. "You're telling me," He breathed, "That you've kept this a secret from me? All these years?" He clutched his chest, "My dear sister! Who are you!"

I rolled my eyes and smacked him. "You keep this up, and I'm taking it back."

"Nononono, come on! We can go introduce you to the club right now!" Dustin grabbed my hand and dragged me behind him. I laughed and ran behind him and Mike followed me to Hellfire club.

--

Eddie's POV

I was finishing setting up today's campaign in the classroom when the door slammed open. My head jerked up to see Dustin and Mike standing in front of me, and.... and Y/N.

"And who is this?" I slowly smiled at y/n as her eyes lit up in recognition.

My breath hitched as she stepped around Dustin and walked towards me. She held out her hand and said, "I don't think we've officially met before. I'm y/n."

I smiled and took her hand in both of mine. "Please to meet you, princess, I'm Eddie."

I swear I saw her color a little as she smiled at me. We stood there like that for a moment until Dustin finally said, "Alright, that's enough, break it up. Eddie, this is y/n, my sister, and she's going to be Lucas's replacement."

Wait. What? I let go of her hand and took a step back. "No way miss y/n, miss popular knows how to play. Nope. Sorry princess, but that's not gonna happen." I crossed my arms.

Y/n raised her brows at me and took a step forward to close the gap that I had made.

"Well I'm offended Eddie, you don't think I'm smart enough to play your little game?" I furrowed my brows and retorted, "No it's not that, it's just that I don't trust people who run with the crowd you run with. Little miss thing can't possibly actually want to play, and we don't play with people who are just here for sympathy, to do charity work for the freaks and losers."

Mike and Dustin stood enraptured, their heads switching back and forth between us to look at us as we spoke.

Y/n rolled her eyes at me and retorted, "Trust me, I don't trust the crowd I run in either. But like you didn't choose who you're friends with, I didn't choose either." I gave her an incredulous look. "Listen, ask me anything you want. I've been studying the playbook for years now. I bet I know more than you."

"Alright, Henderson, you asked for it."

I shot off questions rapid-fire. To my surprise, y/n answered all of them with ease and confidence. She even looked bored. As she answered more and more questions correctly, my eyebrows went higher and higher on my face until I thought they would fall off.

"You done yet, Munson?" Y/n studied her nails and glanced up at me.

I paused for a second. Then I grinned. Holding out a hand, I said, "Welcome to the team, y/n Henderson."

--

Y/n's POV

"Come on, come ON!!" I bent over the table, watching Dustin rattle the dice in his hands. We were on the last leg of the campaign, and we needed one last thing to beat Eddie's long, complicated campaign.

It was like slow-motion. Dustin released his hands and the dice bounced across the table. The numbers spun around and around until...

"YES!" I pumped my arms up in the air and attacked my brother with a hug. Everyone cheered and high-fived, and I laughed as I watched them lose their shit over Dustin. I glanced over at Eddie and caught his eye. He was standing, arms crossed, smiling tenderly at me. I inhaled sharply and smiled back at him.

I walked over to join him on the other side of the table and smiled at the sight of the Hellfire club celebrating their win. Eddie nudged me with his elbow.

"Not bad, baby girl. You really impressed me today. Never would have chalked you up to be a nerd."

I nudged him back, "Well, don't judge a book by its cover, Munson."

He turned to face me, and I looked up to meet his doe-eyes. He smiled gently down at me and bit his lip. He ran his hand through his hair nervously.

"You know, y/l/n, I've... uh, I've," Eddie stammered and took a deep breath, "I've always been quite taken by you." His words rolled out as if they were one, and he looked down shyly.

My heart pounded as I heard him say that. He didn't know it, but ever since Dustin joined Hellfire and started talking about Eddie, I had watched him from afar. At first, it was to make sure that the guy my brother was hanging out with wasn't doing anything sketchy, but then it quickly became a crush. I mean, who wouldn't, with those eyes, those dimples, that famous long black hair?

It took all the courage in me to reach out and take his hand, which was fidgeting with his many silver rings. Our fingers met, and I heard Eddie give out a small gasp.

"I never would have known, but if I had known, I would have told you..." I tucked my hair behind my ear, "That I am also quite taken by you."

Eddie held my hand tighter. He was still looking down at his shoes, and I couldn't read what was going on in that beautiful head of his.

"Eddie? Say something." I said quietly.

He looked up at me. His eyes sparkled in the dim light. His face slowly broke out into a smile, lighting it up in a way I have never seen anyone's face light up.

"Well, well, well. Who would've thunk?" Eddie laughed breathily and I giggled. He finally took my other hand and we stood facing each other like that for a second.

"Y/n, would you... possibly want to.... go out with me sometime?" I grinned at him, unable to contain my happiness, "I'd treat you real nice." Eddie added and smiled back at me. I threw my arms around his neck and I felt Eddie pause, and then snake his arms around my waist.

"Yes, please." I whispered into his ear, and he held me tighter.

"I'll call you tonight, then. For the details." Eddie whispered back.

I pulled back and beamed at Eddie. Eddie Munson. Eddie Munson and me. That just sounded so right for some reason.

I snapped back to reality as the group of jumping and cheering boys jumped over to us and enveloped us in shouts. Eddie laughed and tousled Dustin's curly hair, and smiled back up at me.

"Alright, alright boys, let's calm down before adults come looking for what's causing this ruckus."

Eddie held my gaze and winked at me, ever so subtly. My heart skipped a beat, not-so-subtly. He mouthed, I'll call you later, princess. And I couldn't imagine what I could want more than that.

[rachaelswrites]

Prank War

Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!reader, Yelena Belova x Teen!reader

Word Count: 822

Requested By: Anonymous

hey! if it's not too much would it be okay if you wrote something abt yelena x niece!reader? where they do pranks on one of the avengers and natasha gets mad at them and it's so sweet how both of them are scared of nat (they don't like making her angry at them) it can be fluff and funny not an angsty one.. thank you ❤️

A/N: I’m not good at prank ideas but I hope this is good enough! Russian translations are at the bottom

Natasha should have known that bringing Yelena to the compound for the weekend would only bring trouble for everyone. You and her got along well, almost too well for your mom’s liking. Trouble always followed you and Yelena, whether you meant for it to or not. 

You had come up with the brilliant idea of having Yelena helping you prank several of the Avengers. They would all be harmless, nothing that would do serious harm or damage to anyone. Your mom made you promise not to get up to anything but that wasn’t kept long. 

Yelena stood guard outside the door as you carefully rearranged Sam’s room to the way you needed. Your plan was simple enough and a bit cliche, but all you needed was time and sticky-notes, something that was easy to find in the compound. 

Next, the two of you went into the kitchen and while this next one didn’t seem like a traditional prank, you knew it’d drive Tony crazy. You two switched everything in the cabinets and put things in all the wrong places. Tony was a stickler when it came to kitchen organization and knew he’d hate this. 

~~~~~

You and Yelena hid out in your room, waiting out the storm that was bound to happen. You could hear Tony yelling at anyone and everything that entered the kitchen, wondering “who the hell moved everything” claiming he was going to have an aneurysm. Sam’s room was only a few doors down from yours so when he finally went into his, after a long day of training, you could hear him blaming Bucky for it. Nobody would know it was you two who pulled the pranks, until your mom caught wind and she knocked on your door. 

“Yelena and Y/n, what did you two do?” she asked. She didn’t even bother waiting for either of you to let her in. She stepped into the room, standing in the doorway, hands on her hips. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Yelena said. 

“Oh really?” your mom said, looking between you and her. She had on her serious mom face and she never used it on you. It was almost scary to see her with that look. 

“Yeah I don’t know,” you said, playing along with Yelena, “We haven’t left my room all day mom.”

“So what have you two been up to then?” she asked, still eyeing you and her sister. 

“Nothing,” Yelena said, “I think you’ve gone mad сестра*.”

You nodded along with your aunt, avoiding the glare your mother was giving you. 

“Oh really?” Natasha asked. She knew it was you two but she wanted to see how long you could hide it. She knew Yelena would hold out longer than you could. Natasha wasn’t mad at you two. She expected this but she planned on keeping up the charade until one of you confessed. 

“Yeah,” you said, “Why do you keep asking?”

“Just cause,” she said, walking around the room, “Did you guys hear that there were a few pranks today? Do you guys know anything?”

Both you and Yelena shook your heads. 

“Well I heard Tony and he doesn’t seem too happy with whoever re-arranged the kitchen. And all those sticky-notes in Sam’s room? Well, let’s hope he doesn’t find out who it was,” your mom said. You caught on to what she was trying to do. She knew if she kept pressing, you’d spill and after a few more minutes, you did. 

“It was us,” you said after your mom kept talking. You were feeling more and more guilty about it the more she went on. 

“Y/n!” Yelena said as she smacked your arm, “You weren’t supposed to tell her. You’re such a стукач*,” she said. 

“I’m sorry but I couldn’t handle it,” you said. You then turned to your mom, “Please don’t be mad. It wasn’t anything too serious. I won’t do it again.”

Your mom smiled before letting out a small laugh, something you weren’t expecting, “I’m not mad at you Y/n. I knew it was you as soon as I heard what happened,” she said. 

“Then why did you look so serious and mad earlier? I was scared that you were angry,” you said, a small pout on your face. 

“Just a prank of my own дорогой*,” your mom said, cupping your face in her hands, “I thought it was pretty funny no?”

“Not funny,” you said. 

“I thought it was pretty funny,” Yelena said. 

Natasha looked from you to her sister, “I’m sure it will be even more funny when I send both of you out there to fix the kitchen and Sam’s room then.”

“Ugh that’s not so fun,” Yelena said, standing up from her spot at your desk chair. 

“Punishment fits the crime,” Nat said as she let go of you and ushered you to the door and Yelena followed you into the kitchen. 

Translations:

*sister

*snitch

*sweetheart

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[darkfinch]

i know quinn probably eats everything provided it’s not a raw vegetable but—

okay the fishing thing got me thinking like did. what if. quinn just plucks this flailing fish out of the water and watches eliot’s life flash before his eyes,, but instead of the logical conclusion of drowned cat = eliot mad he’s like oh. i know eliot. yes. must eat fish. proceeds to take a bite out of the fish in his hands but eliot barrels into him head first & 2 drowned rat hitters later that’s the last time quinn gets to go on an outing

—but then in my brain there’s a. side au. qwat lite. where quinn is vegetarian or vegan or somewhere in between but doesn’t eat meat and when everyone (eliot) finds out and stares at him like okay……this is a twist, but manageable, frantically whipping up something new, comments at this time pls he’s in a mission to make the best meatless version of—but quinn who can’t take a hint is like “meat is murder murder is bad” & eliot has an aneurysm on the spot

this is. pebbles this is SO unhinged,

so my personal "quinn is weird about food" hcs mostly stem from like... "textures are weird and also it's entirely possible that my food is poisoned if i haven't made it myself. i do not want to make it myself. i am eating sealed instant garbage thank you" and i would HOPE that he knows that taking a big chomping bite out of a freshwater fish WOULD detonate his digestive system HOWEVER

the image of quinn going "haha i grab fish like bear, i will pretend to bite the fish, like a bear" and eliot immediately being like. "this fuckin unfathomable moron's gonna give himself Miscellaneous Stomach Disease and I'LL have to take CARE of him" and promptly tackling him into the water is. so good. quinn is banned from outings. the fish escapes unharmed

and on an entirely separate note, quinn either genuinely or For The Bit transforming into a Meat Is Murder vegan mid-conversation is fucking hysterical

"meat is murder, animals have thoughts and feelings and killing them is just as wrong as killing people" says quinn, exactly like he's reciting something he memorized from a flyer someone handed him once (he's reciting something he memorized from a flyer someone handed him once)

"quinn" says eliot, "you kill people"

"yeah"

"professionally"

"is this relevant"