#i realllyy like how this one turned out

[gallavichsreddie1128]

One Night Stand (Logan)

Description: Y/N and Logan have a one night stand but Y/N is very awkward about it and avoids Logan. While Logan is very cocky about it.

Warning: Smutty

Word Count: 1,046

Requests: Hiii, I was wondering if you could write a fanfic where y/n wakes up next to Logan after a one night stand? They aren't together and they don't realllyy remember it but Logan is cocky as usually and the reader is lowkey kinda awkward about it, also you can throw wade into the mix somewhere if you like 😭, thank you

His large hands caressed her naked hips as she rode him. His eyes stared up at her with lust as she moaned his name. She was doing all the work but yet she was praising him. He was so beautiful and had the best dick she ever had. He was huge compared to her but that turned him on more than anything. Her eyes were rolling back as she whined that she was close. He told her to cum for him and she didn’t need to be told twice. Her screams of pleasure and his name left her lips til she couldn’t make any more noise. Triggering his climax he groaned and bucked his hips as he let loose in her. The feeling of her tight and warm pussy was driving him mad. Her legs were shaking and he smirked and the fact that there was no way she would be walking for the next few days. 

Her eyes opened slowly to the sunlight outside. She groaned and turned away just to bump into something that definitely was not a pillow. She opened her eyes to see Logan in her bed and naked at that. Her eyes widened and it took everything in her not to scream. He was still asleep. She thought about leaving the room but realized that this was her bed. What did they do?

She tried to think back to the night before but only remembered that she was drinking. Great, She thought. They definitely had sex but she couldn’t remember how it happened or why. She poked him in the shoulder until he stirred and turned towards her. His eyes still closed but he was waking up. “Y/N?” He asked as he opened his eyes to be faced with her. She looked around the room avoiding eye contact with him. “What happened?” He asked and she gave him a shrug.

His eyes looked down at both of their bodies and saw that they were naked. He smirked and chuckled, “You finally got me in bed.” It was more of a statement than a question. A cocky statement and she just stared at him with no expression. What did he mean finally? “All it took was a few drinks to get you to admit you wanted me and here we are.” She rolled her eyes at him and got up. His eyes followed her naked form as she gathered his clothes, “You need to leave.” She told him and threw his clothes on the bed.

The smirk he wore didn’t disappear as he got his clothes on. She stared at his delicious body as he got dressed. He walked up to her and kissed her, “Woah what are you doing?” She asked. He chuckled and kissed her head, “Well I mean we slept together right? I should be allowed to kiss you.” She shook her head and walked to the bathroom that was connected to her room. Logan walked out of her room with a smile on his face. 

Y/N avoided him for the rest of the week. Any time he knocked on her door she pretended to be asleep. Tension was high and who better to notice than Wade? “You guys had sex?” Wade practically yelled. Logan shushed him, not wanting Y/N to hear what they were talking about. “Yes and I feel like she’s avoiding me.” Wade was confused, “But she likes you.” Logan knew that and that’s what confused him.

“Yeah I’m aware but she’s being so awkward about this.” He stated. “Well maybe next time I can join so it’s not.” Wade was joking but he wasn’t. Logan rolled his eyes at the merc and got up. Y/N finally came out of her room as she couldn’t avoid him forever. Both heads turned in her direction as she walked to the fridge. “Haven’t seen ya since you got drunk.” Wade said. “Yeah well a lot has happened since then.” She said and Logan huffed. “So I’ve heard.” Wade couldn’t keep a secret for shit.

Logan glared at him as Y/N turned towards them, “What?” She asked, only looking at Wade. “You get the guy you want and now you’re avoiding him.” Y/N glared at Logan who put his hands up. “You act like you weren’t screaming my name.” He said. “Damn wish I could’ve heard it.” Wade mumbled. Y/N’s face was red from his words. “I don’t remember it, you asshole!” She yelled at Logan and stormed away. “Though if she did she would enjoy it.” Wade said. “I heard that!” 

Logan had enough of her avoiding him like she didn’t come onto him. She was the one telling him how hot he was and how she gets super turned on when he wears the suit and the mask. He knocked on her door. It was 5 pm and he knew she wasn’t sleeping. “Come on Y/N, I know you’re in there. Just open the door. We need to talk about this.” He said. She refused so he sighed, “Y/N, I’ve had feelings for you for awhile now and when you came onto me I was so happy that you returned the feelings. I mean you were praising me during sex and it was the best. But Wade told me a few months ago that you liked me so I planned to make a move eventually but unfortunately it happened while we were drunk. But I don’t regret it cuz it was the best sex I’ve ever had.” He sighed and she opened the door.

He smiled at her but she just stared at him. “You mean that?” She asked and he nodded. She was truly afraid he only wanted to have sex with her but hearing that he had feelings for her made it all better. “Yes. I like you Y/N and I have for awhile.” He told her and she finally gave him a smile. Her awkwardness for the situation went away as she gave him a kiss. This time no pulling away until they needed air. “I like you too Logan.” He figured as much. “Now I have to go kill Wade.” She said and stormed down the hallway. “WADE!” She yelled and he watched her go up to Wade ready to beat him up.

[alkhale]

Ahhhh I’m so happy you’re back with all the memos tidbits!!! That little snippet of kid and his crew and the latest where he was literally thinking of throwing her into a crate and stealing her onto his ship really really realllyy makes me wonder what would happen is Hoku actually did join his crew (aka hokunapped) hahah. Been in love with their dynamic since the chapter they met hehe

Hoku would be an absolute menace on Kid's crew

His crew would actually begin to question whether or not it was a good decision to let their captain force her onto their ship

Would claim she's only working temp on his ship because she had strangely rationalized that this was a good way to get Luffy to give up on her/she could just ditch this crew whenever and go die peacefully in a hut somewhere after following the news of the Straw Hat's journey

Is constantly questioning/not listening to his authority, she never takes it to the point of being blatantly mean, but just kinda ignores his orders/does whatever she wants

Hoku makes sure to get work done for the crew to earn her keep, helping out with ship chores, figuring out who's the cleanliest and making sure things don't look too gross with all these grease monkeys hanging around (she's not that neat either)

pops up in strange places around the ship, gets along with random crew members, even offers to help ink tattoos for them from time to time once she really warms up to them

she's become a bit fond of these weird, punk rock pirates

is always fighting with Kid, it's either two-sided shouting matches or one-sided curses and shouts from Kid while she picks at her ear and ignores him

unironically ends up causing him to be both a more destructive and less destructive pirate, he causes less human bodily harm but ends up destroying more houses or towns from his fights with Hoku (she always tries to rebuild homes for anyone)

it's a running joke to see how long they can go at sea before Kid gets angry at her, he seems to get livid at the very sight of her just lounging on her back on top of some barrels, but his crew reminds him its his fault for wanting her

Hoku likes messing with Kid but she actually starts to warm up, very, very little to him. She kind of finds him more amusing than anything else, fun to mess with, likes that he's so bullheadedly passionate about his dreams but just hates how angry he always is

"I think he just needs to get laid," Hoku finally joked once to Killer, causing the first mate to pause completely in the middle of his meal. There's a few things Killer could say to that, but he decides it's wiser not to get involved with anything in that regard

Killer just isn't sure how to tell her that sometimes Kid's "anger" isn't quite "anger"...

Hoku and Kid spar often, mostly because it's a fight turned physical but Kid genuinely thrives when it comes to fighting with Hoku

one sparring match in particular ends up a bit...

"You're always runnin' around like a rat," Kid accused, kicking up a storm of sand as he lunged for Hoku. She leapt out of his reach, dodging his metal extended claws. "Afraid of getting caught, doll?"

"You're always grabbing," Hoku snapped back. She lowered herself briefly to the sand, swinging her foot out and catching Kid in his side. He grabbed quickly for her ankle, but Hoku swung her foot up and sprung back on her hands, just out of his grasp. "Always tryin' to hug me."

"Shut it!" Kid snarled. The shore line lapped right at their side, encroaching closer onto the sandy slope. A salty breeze tousled Hoku's hair out of her face, baring her completely to him. "One of these days you're gonna be cryin' because of this."

Hoku laughed, a loose, breezy sound that grated against his ears. Kid felt his pulse thundering louder in his ears. Hoku leapt nimbly closer, he knew this tactic well by now, her way of getting ready to try to finish him off. Her fingers reached for her sword. "Whatever you say, brat—"

Kid moved differently this time, lunging forward, arms raised. Hoku balked for a second in surprise, eyes wide at his frontal assault. Kid still had hulk and mass over her, the entirety of him slamming her down into the ground with a ghost of her breath rushing past his ear.

Hoku reacted quickly, scrambling with him in the sand as grains flew across the both of them. Kid wrestled with her, trying to force either both her wrists into one of his or pin her legs down—whichever he could manage first—a knee slammed into his ribcage, a foot managed to extend and catch the side of his head—damn she's flexible.

Hoku's hand grabbed at his hair, pulling roughly. Kid snarled, blood pumping at the sensation while Hoku glared fiercely beneath him. Something thrummed, a little louder in his ears, and before Kid could force her down Hoku was suddenly heaving with all her might—legs locked tightly around his waist. Kid felt himself go sideways before he could fight back, forced with a rough palm down onto his back and facing upwards as Hoku straddled him.

Her hair fanned out wildly around her face. Sweat dripped a bit from her chin from their brief and rough struggle. Hoku glared down at him, daring him to fight back. Her lips pulled into a little bit of a snarl, the faint glint of that sharp canine catching light. Kid's hand shot up automatically, gripping her waist, the other grasping her thigh—his entire hand could almost cover the expanse of her thigh, he realized suddenly, like a screw clattering to the ground in the back of his head. He could feel the heat of her skin through her rough pants, the taut muscle and still slightly plush flesh at his fingertips, dents pressing under his grip.

Her hip fit even easier into his hand, one firm grip. His eyes flickered up briefly to her face, still twisted into a daring look of triumph above him—the faint heave of her chest, the rise and fall, rise and fall—

A drop of sweat rolled down the column of her neck. Kid felt something heavy pull into his gut.

God, he should kill this woman.

More screws clattered to the ground in his mind, a ruckus of noise, each one a shattering image of Hoku laughing annoyingly amidst his crew, shoving Wire as she almost fell over her barrel. An image of her snoozing uselessly in the sun, glowing from its warmth, sprawled out with ease across the deck. Her hair catching the first rays of light as she peeked over the crow's nest from the watch the night before. Her eyes meeting his across a bar, crinkled at the corners in teasing annoyance—

He needed to wreck this woman.

Her fingers wrapped around her brush. The slow or quick turn of her hand across paper. The colors that spilled out beneath her fingertips. Her happy, grudging huffs of awe at his work. The soft, audible sound of her in his private workshop, gaze lowered to whatever project laid before her.

He needed to—

Her eyes, flickering to meet his gaze, reflecting his visage entirely.

Hoku suddenly went ramrod straight above Kid. She paused, her once firm grip of his chest and head faltering. Kid blinked, annoyed to have been dragged from his thoughts as he looked back up at Hoku—

Kid blinked, once, twice, going almost slack in disbelief at the sight before him.

Hoku's cheeks had flushed, a dark, flustered red. She looked stunned, stupified almost as though she was trying to comprehend and register the situation at hand herself. Kid watched, almost mesmerized by the way that blush seemed to creep from the back of her neck as well—did her whole body flush like that? How far did it go?

Why the hell was she blushing in the first place—

(Something hard pressed flush against the inside of Hoku's thigh, a size she did not need to consider, situated right beneath the weight of her pressing originally hard down against Kid to keep him pinned—)

Kid went carefully still in realization. His grip on Hoku instantly went slack.

(Her weight fit snug against him. A shudder threatened to run down the back of his neck. Shamelessly he imagined for a second her back against the sand, her hair sprawled out amidst it. Her eyes, round and wide filled with his visage, her cheeks flushed, his lips following it down her neck. Something hot pooling in his gut flushed upwards, right to his fingertips as they flexed, suddenly itching to hold—)

Hoku was off Kid in a flash, jumping to her feet as her hands flew up into the air as though she were under arrest. Kid scrambled up onto his elbows, jaw working—

"Hey, uh, sorry about that," Hoku said first before Kid could even think of what ought to come out of his mouth. He blinked dumbly at her. "It's—that's a totally normal thing to happen, so don't worry about it, yeah? No worries, bud. Uh—I'll um, go? See ya back on the ship!"

Hoku darted away, running off the sand before he could even grab for her ankle or hold her back. Kid sat there amidst the sand, heat pulsing against his skin, a very real, very personal problem tenting upwards against his—

Kid let out something like a slew of curses, shouting angrily at nothing and everything—

Killer was perplexed for only about five minutes later that evening when Kid returned, some time after Hoku, more angry and grumpy but strangely subdued around her in a way he was not before, and then Killer sorta figured it out

-basically Hoku on Kid's crew is 3/5 her giving him an aneurysm and 2/5s something else

[nishipostitz]

700 or so words, 4 min read

after a long day of fun activities, such as cafe hopping and playing bumper cars at the amusement park, you guys finally arrived home to slump on your couch. after ridding of your jackets and shoes, both of you dropped down to the coffee table on the floor by the couch, not making it to the couch because of how tired you guys were from such an eventful day. your feet were so sore from walking all over that you guys couldnt walk back home and had to catch an overpriced uber. it was a relief, or else youd both call off of work tomorrow due to the fatigue. yet you couldnt realllyy blame anyone else because you were quite obstinate on playing the whole day to take advantage of your time together. youll keep a mental note to do a spa day as a date next time. finding the strength, suna got up from his spot on the floor to fetch some drinks from the fridge. “ah, refreshing!” you say as you took a sip, imitating the tiktok audio. suna smiled at you and squeezed your cheeks. how you both managed to stay awake was questionable. after your continuous rounds of roller coasters and playing all sorts of fair games, you still had some energy. you snuggled up against suna’s shoulder on the floor and glanced at one of your photos on display. and you had an idea. “suna hold on a sec, turn on the tv but dont pick anything yet, ill brb” and you scurried away to your room. suna was too tired to question so he only did what you requested. you came back to your spot with a basket of old films and videos/recordings. “these are ancient, you brought them with you when you moved out?” suna was surprised. “well they werent gonna be used at my parents’ anyways. and who knows, maybe we could watch some!” you smiled. and like that, he felt butterflies in his stomach. you guys have known each other for so long and dated for so long, but you still have the same effect on him. you rummaged through and found old recordings of your childhood. “wasnt that when we entered primary school? you were crying that day because we werent in the same class! you even tried to bribe someone to switch classes with you” your face reddened. you were so attached to suna at such a young age, and him bringing those memories back was a little bit embarrassing. “well i got over it didnt i? i survived. and besides, we saw each other at every break anyways!” you respond. you connected the film with the tv and enjoyed your old times with suna. you both had grown up with each other and experienced your whole life together. the proximity only made you both realize the mutual yearning and took the risky move of going out. safe to say youre both happier and more open with each other after you started dating 5 years ago. ending the night with a memory marathon was relaxing as it was nostalgic. you both giggled and cringed at the variety of clips. “i cant believe you were already looking at me with heart eyes since junior high! look its so evident in your eyes!” you say to suna as youre watching. in the video, you were both only 13 and performing a little skit to convince your parents to let you have a sleepover. and suna was on the side waiting for his turn, but he looked at you with so much love. he knew couldnt deny, he had liked you for so long, it turned into love not long after. he fell first but you fell harder. he just shrugged and squeezed you closer to his side. with refreshing drinks, and a warm atmosphere, both you and suna dozed off as the comforting silence cradled you both to sleep. after such a long day, you were still able to relax and enjoy it with suna. your very first friend, best friend, first love, and last love. its your biggest wish to stay like this with him forever until the end, because no one else made you feel so loved and warm inside.

stop why am i in love with suna

[acewitch-writes]

Hello! I recently found your account, and I went on scrolling down and down...and now I hope you know how grateful I am. Thank u- Merci. About 90% of the content you share here has made me feel so much better. I realllyy hope wonderful things happen for you. I've been a fan of hp since 2001, but I'm not really a social media person so I haven't been active in the fandom. I had no idea what was happening here until recently..two months ago to be exact (other details are not important) and omg.. I ended up in a discussion with some I think, new fans. tbh I thought, "Great! I'm good at this, I read all the books more than once Let's talk :)"  and omg their very first question was "What do you think about Regulus?"

I was like, "Who?" *dying from secondhand embarrassment bc It turns out I'm not that good at this

but as the discussion continued, I became more and more baffled bc "Why was everyone talking about Barty, Evan, and Regulus? who is daddy Remu? and what do you mean people ship James Potter with R.A.B.? What?"

I swear for a moment I thought "Did the writer publish a new book? Did I miss something? " tbh, I respect everyone's opinion it's none of my business but I'm still shocked. The only thing that bothers me is everything that happened with this new Wolfsar

omg, for most fans around my age (or at least people I know), Sirius was the complete portrayal of a bad boy- a rebel, with boots, tattoos, a leather jacket, and a fucking motorcycle. so this new Sirius is like a stranger to me, and that's okay. Mein issue is kinda with this new Remus T T my beloved .

They (the fans I was talking with) told me Remus is "tall, so handsome, SO strong, and hot-headed person because,  yk he's a werewolf." I was like "hot headed? excuse me?" I tried to explain to them that Remus being a werewolf is a metaphor for illnesses like HIV, it's not some superpowery gift.  they didn't believe me, but then they literally looked me in the face and said, "Then why would Sirius like someone like him? He's poor, short, and ugly." I swear I wanted to cry right then and there.

What is this mindset that makes some people think that a person should be, Idk, hot and flawless to deserve to be loved? Yes I don't think Remus is tall and super hot and perfect and isn't it fine? and I am 100% sure he's so beautiful. not like Sirius ofc but he has this "warm, cozy, and soft" sort of beauty. and I don't think he was a coward (ok maybe he was a liitle) but I guess it's easier for us, humans, to take the worst or weakest moment of a character and amplify it until it defines them entirely. and omg I'm so sorry for my rant and my bad english. but once again thank you for your beautiful soul <3 thank you

Hi anon! I, too, am baffled by the recent obsession with Regulus in this fandom. I think Jegulus is fine as a crack ship, but it has become so mainstream that many fans have just gone ahead and canonized it to the point that you'll be vilified for not accepting it as canon. I underestimated how popular the "best friend's brother" trope was, apparently. I also think it appeals to many fans as a Marauders Era version of one of the most popular ships of all time, Drarry.

This new version of Wolfstar is my biggest complaint with today's fandom, too! I get that the Marauders have very limited canon information and therefore we have more creative freedom to flesh them out, but I really believe that it has gone way too far. Sirius and Remus in today's fandom don't bear any resemblance to the characters they're based on. Remus is just a generic alpha werewolf OC and Sirius is his generic himbo femboy love interest OC. They don't even share a physical description with their Canon counterparts, and their personalities and character traits are so far removed that I can't even fathom how we reached this point as a fandom. How can you claim to like these characters if you have to change everything the source material says about them?

You're English is great, by the way! I completely agree that Remus has a cozy-and-warm sort of beauty. He made a point to distance himself from the stigma surrounding Lycanthropy because it was the focal point of his shame and self-loathing. And I just adore Wolfstar's dynamic from this lens, with the intimidatingly beautiful, confident, headstrong Sirius Black, who could have his pick of anyone he wants, choosing this ordinary guy because he's cozy and soft and it's exactly what Sirius wants after surviving the harsh ideals and abuse of House Black.

[silvercaptain24]

It’s “appreciate yourself” hours! Pick five pieces of writing that you’ve done that you love and talk about them! ❤️❤️❤️

/j

Ummm

1. I mean, overall, I’m really proud of Son of Poseidon, Child of the Sea, but there’s this line in the latest chapter I really like—

Zael shuddered, shaking the ghosts out of his ears.

2. I realllyy gotta work on the next chapter for Bring Back What Once was Mine, I’ve absolutely failed at my self-imposed one chapter a week goal, but Tellie’s betaing for me and I. Rewrote/am rewriting all the Tangled songs which I don’t know why I did that to myself, and also I’m very proud of myself.

“ 7 AM, the usual morning line-up.

Start on the chores, gotta sweep ‘til the floor’s all clean.

Wash and then dry, do laundry and mop and pick up.

Sweep once again– ”

He glared at Paimon, who was getting crumbs from her pastry everywhere.

“ – And by then, it’s like 7:18.

So I’ll start a book, maybe a page or three.

I’ll add some new sword sketches to the gallery.

I’ll spar in my own head, and cook and basically,

Just wonder when will my life begin.

I really like how funny this section turned out 🤣

3. Abandon Everything You Know (we'll show you what it means to be alive) is also a favorite of mine, because it’s a combination of fiction, my work experience, and Kiwi’s work experience. Plus Ragbros so what’s not to love?

4.Co-Parenting (And All It Involves) is super self indulgent but I love it, I can fit so many crack thoughts into this baby—

5. Remy Lebeau's Home for Inter-Dimensional Children and Ferals

Listen. I have no clue what’s going on in the X-Men universe right now, but I love Remy Lebeau, read too many fics, and this happened. I don’t talk about it a lot? Mostly just because it was a one off, but I do really like the style and the story it came out in.

[glasseditor]

reliability. [ds]

synopsis: “Clover knows so much about everything, and he’s so dependable… I want to be like that someday too.”

tags: deuce spade x reader, gender-neutral reader, sfw, fluff

ao3: reliability. [ds] word count: ~3.9k

a/n: deuce fans do you exist

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“The third one in a row!” you cried out. 

“Hey c’mon, it’s really no big deal. Everyone failed that one! I definitely did…” Ace answered. The genuineness in his reply only served to tear into your ego further. 

“To be put on the same academic status as you is a crime,” you said, exasperation clear in your voice, “I studied so hard for this one!”

You had been staying up for so many nights that even Grim was beginning to worry for your wellbeing. You had crammed formula after formula into your brain, yet when it was time for the individual lab, you didn’t recognize a thing.

“Maybe I should try looking for a tutor.” you sighed, kicking a pebble with an air of frustration. 

“What? You said that you could do this ’100% on your own,’  remember?” Ace mocked, recalling how you had said that you would graduate without any academic help. It was true that you wanted to prove to the others that you were perfectly capable of being among their ranks despite lacking in any sort of magical ability. The thought of being able to brag about how you had passed all on your own filled you with pride. What you didn’t expect is that you would fail every important assignment that you would attempt, leaving you with the same academic standings as Ace and Deuce, NRC’s resident dumb and dumber.

“Whatever! If I find a tutor on my own, that still counts as doing it 100% on my own,” you justified, “Plus, I’ll still need to do the individual labs by myself anyways so I’ll still be doing it myself.”

“What kind of logic is that?” Ace laughed, impressed by the leaps in logic you were able to make in order to save your pride. You puffed your cheeks and turned your face away from your friend, your steps seeming heavier than they were before. Sensing your frustration, Ace decided to stop the antics and throw you a bone. “Y’know if you’re being serious, I heard that Trey is helping Deuce out with some of his studies. He’ll probably be willing to help you too and if you ask realllyy nicely maybe he’ll even keep your tutoring sessions a secret!”

“Beats the idea that I had…” you mumbled, embarrassed by the idiocy of the plan that you had thought up.

“Huh? What were you thinking?” Ace questioned, the excitement in his eyes was made obvious at the opportunity to poke fun at you.

“I was just gonna take a quick little trip to Octavinelle,” you were barely audible, the shame already apparent on your cheeks. “Look, it was just the first thing I came up with! Doesn’t mean I was actually gonna do it. Though I guess if it came to it..”

“And I suppose that would be doing things ‘100% on your own’ too?” Ace spoke, barely making an effort to contain his laughter.

“Well, I would be going there ‘100% on my own’ so…yeah! It does still count since I’m the one putting in the effort to make the deal!” you retorted with satisfaction.

Ace was beginning to think that, by some miracle, he was the smart one of the group.

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Standing outside of the classroom door, you fiddled with the hem of your ill-fitted uniform. Trey had agreed to tutor you along with a few other students at the cost of nothing, stating that it was “just what a good senior would do.” Despite his reassurance that it was no trouble for him, you couldn’t help but feel bad for taking up so much of his time.

Upon entering the lab, you notice three other students along with your tutor. Two Heartslabyul students that you had never seen before and Deuce Spade, your good friend. You had known that Trey was helping Deuce with his studies too, but you were surprised to see that you would be in the same study group together. Along with the three students, you also took note of how everyone was already seated at an individual lab station with all their study material out. Great, you were the last one to show up.

“Hey, sorry for being late!” you walked up to Trey, mentally berating yourself for your lack of punctuality. 

“It’s no problem. I haven’t started going over the experiment so you’re actually not late at all,” he replied, “You can go ahead and sit at that lab station on the left.”

Sitting down at the station, you made eye contact with Deuce who was situated at the station farthest from you. He quickly averted your gaze and turned away, making an attempt to hide his face despite there being nowhere to hide. Your face twitched in confusion at his unusual behavior. Had you done something to offend him? Nothing that you could recall.

Wanting to get to work, you simply brushed it off as him wanting to focus on the lab that he was working on. He had been working extra hard to be a student that his mother could be proud of, after all.

You pulled out your previous lab for review and began to go over the steps again. Your head was already starting to pound and the red markings on your paper disheartened you. Picking up a glass filled with a pink liquid, you brought it up to your nose to smell it. Upon doing so, you notice Trey running over to your station just in time to see you turn away from the glass at the smell.

“Hey, watch it!” he warned, his voice full of concern, “That one’s toxic! It says so right there before the procedures.”

“What? I thought it was that one that’s toxic!” you pointed at glass with a jelly-like blue substance.

“No, I even labeled each of the glasses,” Trey turned the glass and pointed at the label that clearly highlighted your mistake, “Plus they’re completely different colors too.”

You buried your reddening face upon realizing how obvious your mistake had been. Despite the amount of studying and effort you put into this class, you were still held back by such elementary errors. If you couldn’t pass the retake lab, you would have to take extra lessons with Crewel. It was that punishment that was pushing you over the edge. 

The thought of spending any free time with him would make any student shiver, but it irked you even more because of how harsh he was on you in specific. Crewel, being a sadist and knowing that you were deficient in magical ability, took it upon himself to particularly pick on you. You were trying your best and you still couldn’t see any way that you would be able to pass. This feeling of frustration was unbearable.

And so, you did what any person who has experienced such wear-and-tear would do. You began to cry. It was a rare sight to see since you had always been the type of person that wouldn’t let things get to you. It even surprised Trey a little; even still, he managed to reach out to you.

“Hey, don’t stress about it,” Trey said, placing a hand on your back and rubbing circles in an effort to console you, “I know it’s frustrating but it’s really just a little mistake. You’re smart and diligent, so I know you can do it.”

“I’m sorry,” your shoulder shook as you tried to stop your tears, “I really don’t mean to cry. I don’t usually break this easily but I just don’t understand why I’m having such a hard time with this.”

“It’s okay to cry, so don’t beat yourself up too much about it. This lab was a really hard one. I can understand why you’re frustrated,” Trey’s words calmed you, “I’ll help you with it so don't worry, alright?”

His warm tone put you at ease and made it easy to calm down. He had always been so kind and reliable that it made you forget your worries for just a little while. It was enough time for you to be able to clear your head and think straight.

“You’re right,” you wiped your eyes, “The idea of having to sit in a room with Crewel for longer than I have to really scares me…but that won’t happen because I’m determined to pass and I have a great tutor.”

“That’s what I like to hear!” Trey spoke, glad that you had found the motivation to keep pushing yourself, “Let’s start the experiment again from the beginning. I’ll explain everything to you slowly so ask me if you have any questions, okay?”

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You clapped your hands together as you successfully completed the last step of the lab. The potion, which had emitted a strange green smoke the last time you had attempted the lab, now had a brilliant blue shine. 

“I can’t believe I did it,” you rejoiced, “What would I do without you?”

“It was all you!” Trey answered, “I just gave a few pointers, that’s all.”

“Thank you, Trey! I’ll definitely pass the lab thanks to you,” you threw your arms around Trey in a hug, grateful that he had been so patient with you. However, your show of gratitude was cut short when you heard a clattering of glass and metal.

You and Trey both pulled away from the hug to look for the source of the commotion, but you didn’t miss the light pink that dusted his cheeks and ears. You made eye contact with Deuce who was simultaneously trying to avert your gaze and pick up all of the tools that he had dropped onto the floor.

“You’re starting to get the hang of this so I’ll leave you to it,” Trey laughed nervously looking in Deuce’s direction, “Plus it really looks like he really needs help so…”

You made a mental note to tease Deuce about the scene later. More importantly, you wanted to ask him why he was acting so strange. You and Grim would be heading over to Heartslabyul later today to meet up with Ace and Deuce anyways.

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“Hey, Tweedledum and Tweedledee! Open up,” you knocked on the dorm door, cat in arms, “Grim’s heavy so hurry it up!”

“Geez, what’s with the nickname?” Ace pouted as he opened the door. You hurried in and settled Grim down on the bed.

“The bastard insisted that I carry him here and fell asleep when I said no!” you spoke noticeably out of breath.

“Well, I’m glad that you’re here now, but I have to go,” Ace spoke quickly, already heading towards the door.

“What?” you glared, annoyance clear in your tone, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? Before I ran all the way over here?”

“Yeah, why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Deuce chimed in suddenly. He looked slightly panicked, his eyes warning Ace to stay.

“It just came up right now! It’s no big deal, you guys can just hang out together without me,” Ace said, one foot out the door, “I won’t mind I swear!”

“Ace!” you and Deuce called out at the same time, but he had already ran off, shutting the door before either of you could get ahold of him. After a sigh, a silence settled within the room.

“What’s wrong with that guy, seriously?” Deuce broke the silence. His bed shifted as you sat down next to him.

“Well…what now?” you asked. Ace had planned on showing you and Deuce a new spot to eat, so without him, your plans were completely ruined. Deuce responded to your question with silence.

You turned your face to look at him only to find that he was already looking at you. He was close. So close that you could see every little detail in his eyes. His cyan eyes shone brilliantly, and in the middle of them, you saw your reflection. Seeing your own face snapped you back to reality. He was so close. Your face began to heat up and you turned away in embarrassment. Why were you staring for so long?

“Oh, sorry!” Deuce apologized frantically, “I didn’t mean to stare!” Though you were still turned away from him to hide yourself after appearing so flustered, you took a quick glance at your friend to see that his expression matched yours. The tension in the room broke as you let out a quiet chuckle after seeing that you were both thinking the same thing. It was funny to see that you two could be so similar sometimes.

Why was it suddenly so tense between you two? It hadn't been like this before. Remembering that Deuce had been acting strange all day, you finally got to asking what was on your mind all day.

“Hey, Deuce,” he turned his attention to you when you spoke, “What’s up with you today?” After saying it, you realized that maybe your words were a bit too direct. You couldn’t help it! This awkward atmosphere was new when it came to Deuce.

“Ah, you noticed?” he scratched the back of his head and took a moment before giving you an answer, “Truth is, I was surprised to see you at that study session.”

“Why? You know I’m no genius when it comes to alchemy,” you laughed, “And didn’t Ace tell you that Trey was gonna start tutoring me?” His face showed the slightest hint of agitation when you spoke his upperclassman’s name.

“He did! But he never told me that you were in the same study group as me,” he looked away, “I guess, maybe I felt a little embarrassed that you saw me there.” You gave him a confused look. It was no secret that your whole trio isn’t exactly the most…academically capable. If you included Grim into the mix, your combined gpa would sink even lower. To hear Deuce admit that he felt embarrassed about it shocked you.

“You know I wouldn’t judge, right? I don’t think I’m even allowed to judge since I was there too.” you joked.

“I know, I know but,” he continued, “It’s just that…Clover knows so much about everything, and he’s so dependable. I want to be like that someday too! Seeing you get so excited after he taught you how to do the lab. I guess it made me a little…I don’t know what to call it!” There it was! The perfect opportunity to poke fun at him.

“Hehe, is that jealousy that I sense?” you teased, literally poking his cheek.

“No! It’s not jealousy! It’s…” he trailed off before admitting it, “Okay, I guess it is jealousy.”

“Finally!” you shouted, flopping down into his lap, “I’m so glad we cleared that up because the tension was seriously killing me!”

“H-hey, don’t you realize the implications of me being jealous?” he panicked when your face was suddenly looking up at him from his lap.

“Implication? Pretty big word, don’t you think?” you laughed it off, “I know what it means. So, let’s study together.”

“Huh?” he really didn’t understand you sometimes.

“Yeah well, Ace ditched us so we have nothing to do,” you spoke, still looking up at him, “and I honestly zoned out a little when Trey was going over some of the steps. I remember you looking really focused when he went over to help you, so I’m sure you have a few things that you could teach me.”

With your words, Deuce’s face lit up. It wasn’t direct, but he knew that this was your odd way of saying you believed in his academic ability. You were coming to him for help even though you had connections with students that earned perfect scores. You were counting on him to help you and he wasn’t about to let you down.

“Alright, we’ll go over the lab together then,” he spoke confidently, “where did you start zoning out?”

“Err, to be honest…I think we need to go over the whole thing again. I know I did it right during the tutoring session but…I was just following Trey’s directions. I honestly had no idea what he was talking about.” ‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹

D!!! Written in red with three exclamation points and circled more times than you could count.

“WHAT?” you cried out, “How could that be!”

It was a few days after you and Deuce took your lab retake. You had spent the whole night before studying with Deuce. He went over each and every step with you, simplifying his words so that it was easier for you to understand. (Was it really for you or was it because his vocabulary was more limited than he'd like to admit?)

“Really such a shame,” you jumped at Crewel’s voice behind you, “If you had answered even one more of the questions at the end of the lab correctly, you would’ve just barely passed. Looks like I’ll have to see your face more often during this break.”

You groaned, slumping down in your seat. More time with Crewel. Could anything be more dreadful? Despite your dilemma, you couldn’t help but wonder about Deuce. You wondered if he passed and whether or not he would be disappointed in you for failing again even after getting help. You avoided Ace and Deuce as class ended, but as you walked down the halls, a hand found itself on your shoulder.

“So, how’d you do?” it was Ace with a big smile on his face, “Yikes! I’m guessing not so well based off of the look on your face.”

“Whatever, asshole. Where’s Deuce? Did he pass?” you hoped that he had done better than you did.

“Yeah, he’s being interrogated by Crewel right now for cheating,” Ace answered, “He got a high C!”

You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding. Deuce worked so hard to pass and you were relieved that his efforts were not made in vain. In a way, you felt that his score was a victory for you too. The logic wasn’t really all there but you wouldn’t admit that. 

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Later that afternoon, you found yourself at Ace and Deuce’s dorm again. Grim wanted to play Spelldrive with some Savanaclaw students, so you were there alone. A few knocks on the door later and the door creaked open with Deuce’s face peering out from it.

“Oh, it’s you,” he opened the door wider so that you could come in, “Ace stepped out just now by the way.”

“That’s fine, I came here to see you anyways.” you replied.

“I’m guessing you didn’t do too hot on the retake, right?” he got it right away.

“H-how did you guess??” you knew you were horrible at alchemy but were you really so bad that he knew you wouldn’t pass?

“Well first off, it was written all over your face! I saw you after class while Crewel was lecturing me on the importance of academic honesty,” he shivered as he recalled his chat with the professor, “Secondly, you weren’t exactly paying attention while I was helping you prepare for the lab.”

“I was paying attention!” you retorted, “Didn’t you see how hard I was working?”

“I saw you staring at me the whole time! I didn’t have the heart to tell you to stop…” he admitted, putting his arms around you as he saw your expression drop.

“I was just thinking really hard!” you whined. “I’m stuck with Crewel all break now.”

Your head dropped onto Deuce’s chest as you thought about the hell you would have to endure during break. 

“It’s over for me.” you cried, voice muffled by Deuce’s jacket as he put his arms around you. For a while, the two of you just stood like this. Deuce’s arms felt so comforting, it felt as though his embrace swallowed you whole. You felt so content like this that you almost forgot why you were so distressed in the first place. After thinking, Deuce finally spoke.

“I’ll help you.”

“What?”

“I’ll study harder than I ever have before and I’ll teach you all of it! That way, maybe you’ll get out of Crewel’s lessons early,” he spoke excitedly, “and then as a reward, maybe we could hang out together.”

“But we hang out all the time,” you laughed. 

“I mean…without Ace,” Deuce was glad that you couldn’t see his face reddening right now.

“Like…a date?” you asked, your face still in his jacket.

“Y-yeah, something like that,” he spoke hurriedly, “I could take you out on a drive on my Magic Wheel.” He recalled the wonder in your eyes when you saw him riding it around a track for the first time.

“Alright then, it’s a date!” you confirmed, “If I manage to pass, that is. Oh yeah! How did the whole cheating thing with Crewel go?”

“Well I really did do the lab all on my own so he had nothing to use against me,” he answered, “and he brought in the housewarden who told him that I have a clean, honest record.”

“I would kill to have seen the look on his face after that!” you reveled in the idea of Crewel being wrong and having to admit it.

“It was a little scary. Trust me you wouldn’t want to see it,” he convinced you.

“You’re seriously on your way to being an honors student now!” you said, “A high C! And Riddle stood up for you? What a scholar!”

“Right?” he spoke excitedly, “I think I’m finally making big steps towards being a great ma-” His sentence was cut short by a knocking, more like a banging, on the door.

“Hey! Are you guys done in there?” you heard Ace’s voice on the other side, “Riddle’s after me! Let me in, guys seriously!” The moment that Deuce ever so slightly cracked the door open, Ace quickly came pouring in, tripping on his own feet. “You guys took forever!”

“What happened?” Deuce asked.

“While I was giving you guys alone time for your coupley stuff, the housewarden caught me lounging around and said I could make better use of my time,” Ace explained, “Tried to get me to paint a whole garden! He’s seriously cra-”

“Coupley stuff? What do you mean by that?” you cut him off.

“Please don’t tell me that you didn’t even realize,” Ace shut his eyes tight, “If I went through all of that trouble to set you guys up and you’re still not together…I’ll be seriously pissed.”

“Y-you were setting us up?” Deuce asked, his face reddening.

“Oh come on!” Ace shouted, “Recommending the same tutor? Leaving you guys in the dorm together? You guys really didn’t notice all that hard work?”

“To be honest,” you started, “we were just kinda pissed that you ditched us.”

“Yeah! I mean no explanation or anything? Seriously?” Deuce added. You nodded after him and mumbled agreements.

“Well you guys might be pissed but I’m honestly the real mastermind here!” Ace boasted, “Hey! Guys don’t ignore me…guys?”

As Ace bragged about his achievements, you and Deuce had already started to leave the room while Ace sat there blankly.

“I’m sure they’ll appreciate it once they realize what I’ve done for them,” he stated.

Though you wouldn’t admit it, Ace really did contribute to the relationship that started between you and Deuce. Guess this was something that you could admit wasn’t done “100% by yourself.”

[gl1tched-g0th]

A few of my most recent artfight attacks from early last week and this week that I'm actually pretty proud of!!

Super proud of the water on this one. I genuinely got possessed when working on it I think. Also really like how his fur turned out!!

PouringRain belongs to Rypkaq !

This one gave me trouble at first but I realllyy like how it turned out, especially the sun rays and rendering! I was drawn (ha) to This Guy cause he has anxiety and I too am an anxiety haver. so.

Snailnose belongs to Caiigoose!

I rarely do tabbys cause of how complicated their markings usually are but I adore this design. The grass was an afterthought cuz I didn't want them floating in The Void [TM[, but I like how it turned out!!

Lyrehaunt belongs to floatinglights! (such a pretty name too like omg)

Funny thing abt this I drew its scar and told myself not to forget to reapply the layer after finishing lighting. then I forgot it. I loooveee characters w/ prominent teeth they're so fun and silly to draw

Maxine "Max" belongs to CricketyPop!

Aaand my most recent one!! I recently binged The Recruit and I adore Rainstone's character. The fact her personality never falters regardless of the situation is so refreshing. We love seeing women win fr

Rainstone belongs to arualmeow!

[jade-of-mourning]

ACTIVELY PASSING AWAY!!!

the post you linked is actually the exact one I remembered?? yeah. I don’t have extensive thoughts on it either but I’m so happy you helped me find it again!! :)

I’m just gonna plop the little coherence I have of bending-related strangeness (not quite body horror) here:

firebenders, given their emotions often fuel their bending, cry fire/embers on occasion, trigger the ozone-feel of lightning when intensely afraid, etc. this makes more sense in my head but the idea of bending sources being more. physically linked to the bender is. sooo. and earthbenders thrive from their connection to the earth so I propose: earthbenders are always a little bit filthy, there’s always a little dirt somewhere, because the lack of it is psychologically agonizing. earthbenders from the 100 yr war with scars filled in with tightly packed earth. save me earthbenders with scars filled in with tightly packed earth.* earthbenders learning to bend each other from scar-fillings like a funky little earthbender-specific modified bloodbending,,, waterbenders having literal water filling their lungs because they move with the tide, the tide moves with them, within them, a cohesive, cohabiting unit. airbenders who compact air with each breath to be lighter, more connected to every sound and smell and sight carried on the breeze but separated from it all the same.

*I also have mako+bolin thoughts about that. so remember how I was yapping abt how mako (and bolin, by extension, would be physically realllyy fucked up? mako’s not technically an earthbender, but,,, ek genes,, and the brothers having matching creepy ass scars that freak the krew out a little bit but none of them really talk abt it,,,

yeah so that’s my thoughts on that!!

however I’m not done with you yet. I have au thoughts (again, to whose surprise?) so I’m kind off mentally ill about parallels in atla/tlok, sooo,, azula and mako.

I SOUND INSANE BUT HEAR ME OUT‼️‼️

so azula is known for her insaneee poker face despite years of repressed trauma and childhood emotional abuse, right. well. guess who else doesn’t express emotions visibly and is cosplaying a normal person over years of fighting for his life. ding-ding-ding, you guessed it, mako!

so, so hear me out here. mako directly paralleling something azula said/did (“you can laugh. it’s funny,” for example) a couple times. but then. but then.

this is where the au part comes in. something happens. maybe kill bolin, idk. (JUST READ THAT BACK WHAT AM I ON 😭🙏🏼) but mako gets the breakdown experience,,,

maybe shove zuko’s oldass in there as a bonus. bring in katara. have a blast, do whatever. but like he has to be sedated cause he’s just. losing it man. like sobbing and screaming and everything cause he spent so long doing everything to make sure bolin was okay (she spent so long doing everything to make sure she didn’t become like zuko) but here it is, all crumbling before him (he shouldn’t have been able to run that fast, it all crumbled before her) and he is absolutely powerless (what lightning can she summon chained up to a gutter? there is only so far her roars will reach, and they know to get out of range.)

I’m in my teen angst era rn and mako will in fact be enjoying the brunt of it. thanks for listening to my little rants and rambles :))

🐌

oh no way! i'm glad i could help you :P continuing beneath cut —

pressing the internal save button in my head on your thoughts on bending body horror. it's good. would eat hmm…

okay but when you translate it over to characters who make my brain turn,,, how did you know that it would intensify my opinions on the subject by 100x fdhkjghbdfjkshbjgdf personally i like mako & bolin to be not only internally fucked up, but also externally fucked up too!

ALSO I LOVE AZULA & MAKO PARALLELS. they are the two lightningbenders who looked at the concept of "lightning requires absence of emotion and peace of mind" and went yup, i'm going to dissociate the fuck out of life's collective traumas and use that to zap some shit up. there's this one edit somewhere out there on mako & azula doing the same feats in their respective shows which, if i were the type to engage in discourse, i would whip out to showcase that mako is not an incompetent firebender lol. but really — they're both firebender prodigies who were exploited and used by their respective mentors/figures of greater power. they both put on masks of feigned indifference because it's the sort of shit that enabled them to survive all these years in their vastly different but similarly dangerous environments. they're the pragmatists in comparison to their brothers and they do what it takes to reach where they must, with a learned apathy for those who get knocked down in the process.

so yeah! azula/mako parallels actually give me life, as do mako/katara parallels. (adding to the reasons as to why mako would've made a better girl, but i digress.)

ALSO mako paralleling shit azula said is actually so funny what i might have to casually incorporate that into the avatar!mako au sob dfjshkghjfdshjhhh

also jfc mako's breakdown would be brutal. that is not pretty shit. that would not be pretty. in fact it's so un-pretty that i think i'm going to write it (granted, maybe to a less explicit degree and without the whole dead bolin thing because it's canon compliant, but you bet your ass that rose beds & gasoline veins is going to delve into that deconstruction of everything mako's spent his entire life perceiving to be the point of his existence). anyway i love this au conceptually and you are so big brain for thinking it up. love your casual writing style too :)

until next time, snailon!

[cassinij]

This is a ramble about one specific plot element of Helluva Boss that kinda dissapoints me and I'm suprised to see not many other people comment about it.

Back when I was first getting into the show I was really interested in how they would handle them keeping Hell secret and what would happen if anyone ever realised that Hell was infact a real place

And it turns out they just. Didn't handle it. They just kinda skip over it. Which would have been kind of disappointing but alright but then we got to S1 EP6

The whole threat of the episode is that "Oh nooo this organisation is going to reveal to the whole world demons exist" and the twist at the end is that they managed to capture security cam footage of the gang without realising.

And thats really realllyy confusing because like. Who cares???? A bunch of Humans SAW MOXXIE WITH THEY'RE OWN TWO EYES. AND THOUGHT HE WAS A 𝘗𝘖𝘚𝘚𝘜𝘔??? So what does it even matter if this group managed to capture some footage of the Cast, the humans of this world are too comically stupid to tell when a Demon is talking to them let alone seeing them on a video.

Just to reiterate I don't necessarily have a problem with them ignoring the story opportunities of trying to keep Hell hidden from the mortal realm, as much as its a missed opportunity I can see why they did it as thats not necessarily the story they wanted to tell, what I don't like is the inconsistency, the show can't decide if it wants to treat keeping Hell hidden with gravity or not and its just a bit annoying.

Okay ramble over continue gamers

[proceduralpassion]

Ten Books To Know Me

Thanks for the tag girlie @celestemagnoliathewriter

I'm a book girlie to the core, so I could talk all day about my favorite novels or spend an entire day at Barnes and Noble lol. Anyway, here are ten books to get to know me.

Jade City- Quite possibly one of my favorite trilogies of all time. I just chose the first installment in the Green Bone Saga, well, because it's the first, but all three books are masterpieces. If you're an urban fantasy girlie like me, pleaseeeee read these books. I'll never get over the world and family dynasty Fonda Lee created with this series.

Hide- I will read any single genre you put in front of me, but I'm absolutely a sucker for detective novels. And Lisa Gardner is one of the queens of writing detective thrillers with the perfect amount of romantic suspense. She has like over twenty novels in this genre, but Hide is my favorite. Seems to be a fan favorite too, because they made a TV movie based on this book.

Working Stiff- the only non-fiction book on this list despite the fact that I read a good mix between the two. It's somewhat of a memoir of Judy Melinek who's a forensic pathologist. This is my future career so I enjoyed reading about her journey to get to where she is now.

The Bride Test- my comfort romance novel! Helen Hoang is just one of those writers who I'll read anything from. Most people have read her debut novel, The Kiss Quotient (and that's a damn good book!), but I just reallllyyyy love the Bride Test. Khai and Esme have my whole heart.

Nancy Drew- A CHILDHOOD BANGER. Classic. Went #1 on my childhood Billboard for 18+ weeks. Smashed every record. Lol they could write 1000 Nancy Drew books, I'm gonna read every single one. They were my first foray into being a book girlie at the ripe age of 8, so they'll always have a special place in my heart. (SN: I realllyy have the urge to go out and re-buy all of the Nancy Drew video games).

Six of Crows- Best found family dynamic in a book me thinks? The twists and turns were everything and I loved every single character in the Crows.

Get a Life, Chloe Brown- Another romantic fave! I'll never not love a sassy female lead. And then the male lead was lumberjack height grump?? Sign me up! You'll always be famous, Chloe and Red!

Princess Diaries- Another childhood fave? GASP. Meg Cabot knew the hell what she was doing when it came to teen girl fiction. And she's still writing books for the series! The Quarantine Princess Diaries literally came out THIS MONTH.

TTYL- Okay last childhood banger, I promise. This was a Lauren Myracle series told ENTIRELY thru IM/texting and I loved it. I was in middle school reading these books and lowkey they were a lil too grown for me at the time, but I snuck and read them anyway. Another win for the teen girlies.

The House on Mango Street- OK, a lot of these books have been about being my fave to read. The House on Mango Street, while I definitely enjoy reading, was probably the first book that inspired me to write. We all know this is a modern literary classic, but there's just something so magical about the way she writes. I read that book and thought, yo how cool would it be to write something as awesome as this? Therefore, it deserves a place on this list.

No presh tags for the gworls: @drabbles-mc @tallulahchanel @asirensrage @darqchilddaydreamz @thesirenrealm

[nefertiti444]

call me crazy but everything intergrating ai into it including our phone softwares is not just data farming to me but also creating the consumers into workers

ok obviously im going to have search a bit more in what countries (my prediction is 3rd world countries) this device is being promoted in and the price point of these phones (if it’s being catered to lower income)

and yes, even iphones data farm from predictive text and their new ai features coming out in the new iphones — it’s kind of getting scary that it’s becoming harder to opt out of these type of programs

but also i was mostly talking abt egypt bc i realized like a lot of these ppl r obsessed w social media because it’s mixed in with the already established appearance standards they have in place for family and such, and now it’s blasted on a bigger scale.

and it’s just how much these masses feed into the algorithms and now with ai making it smarter and more complex, and it gets scary.

like i wouldn’t be surprised if meta came out with new terms of service where they have the right of any image or post you make to feed it into ai to make it better … or if it’s already a thing in it

anyways i was mostly talking about egypt or generally speaking populations with high poverty rates because of the fact that the quality of life of those people are soooo low in turn poor mental health, that things like social media that can glamorize their lives become so addicting

and once again not saying this isn’t prevalent anywhere else, bc im also a victim of this

but i mean the companies that push it to these masses that are less likely to have access to other “luxuries” that people in other areas have, it’s literally free labor they’re receiving to feed these algorithms and ai software

like yes, i’m a slave to the phone — i scroll endlessly and astfA do catch myself feeling envious of other people’s lifestyles. but unlike let’s say my cousins in mansoura, i have easy access to parks, a car, more money, and more options for better food

however even people lower in the poverty line than my cousins, none of that is available so they are forced to consume endless content off of their phones, in turn helping these companies strengthen their hold and their techniques on the population and the masses

InshAllah i will save myself before im too attached. and inshAllah some regulations and laws will pass for the future generation regarding social media.

and as for someone who was REALLLYY into detroit become human, i think we can prevent something like androids from happening all together, maybe only ones for medicine — like that one ai software that can detect breast cancer in very very early stages

but not one that takes away the essence of human, that robs us for a more evil cause — money!!’

i love money

but not its exploitive nature that happens and the way it can very easily cure joy

[jurygarroth]

 TYSM FOR YOUR RAMBLES THIS IS AWESOME

ok Garroth is currently my favorite character to pick apart, he has so much juicy duality implied in his character so I really want those aspects of him to be emphasized, especially held in contrast to his friends and other characters. the key point I keep coming back to is that Garroth is not a hero. we have these archetypal qualities of heroism--selflessness, courage, loyalty, but Garroth is overly careful, runs away from his problems, and became the cause for Phoenix Drop’s downfall (kind of dogshit execution but we can work with it.)

we look at Laurance’s sacrifice in the nether, where he sacrificed himself so that his friend and this woman he basically just met earlier could escape. when Garroth makes his sacrifice in the Irene dimension, he’s trying to make up for a mistake he made, like he admits that it was his fault and self-deprecates a little before Aph leaves. I think it’s realllyy interesting for this decision to be framed as self-punishment more than a true selfless sacrifice. he feels like it’s his responsibility to be the one that stays, since it’s his own younger brother that he has to face, and his own choices that led to this. “does it for themself” is worded purposefully because it’s not that he prioritizes himself over others, but that Garroth’s willingness to take action and sacrifice comes from his personal desire to live up to what an honorable person should be.

some other canon material I like to think about wrt the Garroth-Laurance dichotomy: Garroth was arranged to marry Nicole specifically to prevent a war from happening, and decides to fake his death rather than do that 😭. Cadenza saying Laurance is always the nice guy and doesn’t think of his own feelings when it comes to relationships. I just think it’s neat for them to be foils and the guy who’s reserved and never seems to act out of line is fixated on what he can do to become a better person, and the guy who’s hot-headed and seemingly vain is actually only ever thinking of others

this one was a bit of an experiment on how to convey my hcs but now that I made it I would really love to do the same for other characters!! oh I adore that take on Dante, now that I think about it he’s sort of a mini-Garroth (held respect for a family member who turned out to be a horrible person, feels somewhat responsible for how their evil brothers turned out..) actually him and Aphmau’s relationship is heartwrenching knowing he sees her as a sister, he was abandoned and traumatized by his elder brother, lost everything that he called home, and she gave him a new home and made him feel trusted! and treated him like a good elder sibling should!! ignore that he also had a crush on her boooo we hate your canon like he just wants to feel needed.. he is a lot like an abandoned puppy to me

made graphics for the way I think of MCD!Aph and the primary guard squad in my headcanon/rewrite world

transcript for the first one is under the cut because it's a lot of text but thank you for letting me cook :3

Aphmau

full of good intentions, despite facing danger she earnestly believes in the good in others, builds a community out of trust and kindness

starts to doubt her decisions more and more, impostor syndrome is made worse after finding out she’s Irene’s reincarnation. learning about Irene’s messy past gives her a sense of hopelessness, struggles with whether or not to compromise her values to be a true savior

Garroth’s betrayal had a large part in shaking her faith in people, though she would never admit it

Garroth

fixates on ideals of chivalry and virtue as a contrast to the greed of his father and O’Khasis high society

does not know what he wants in life. runs away from expectations at home only to fall headfirst into his own paranoia. has the capability to lead but defaults to others

self-sacrificial because of sense of duty

Laurance

most emotionally self-aware and always had confidence in his sense of identity, which made becoming a Shadow Knight a special kind of torture for him. acutely aware of his identity falling apart around him

has always been stubborn but now clings even harder to his principles to keep his old self alive

self-sacrificial because he truly believes he is disposable

Katelyn

life built out of regrets: not telling Jeffory her feelings, joining the Jury of Nine, following Zane’s orders and hurting innocents etc.

trying to repent and dedicate her life to good but is terrified of making the wrong choice again, reacts defensively when her character is insulted because she knows part of it holds truth

overarching (and connections)

struggles with identity, rejecting a “past self” or (supposed) “true self”

the weight of decisions in an unforgiving world

Katelyn and Garroth: two sides of the same guilt-ridden coin (subconsciously aware of how similar they are and it drives them crazy)

Garroth and Laurance: unstable sense of self manifests as reliance on an ideal representation of good as an anchor (Aphmau)

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resting...💤

[purelyfiction]

All Fun & Games

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x F!Reader | 2 | 3.1 | 3.2 |

Word Count: 4,685

Summary: Returning to San Diego was just another assignment for you. Another step in the career path, full steam ahead, until you come to an obstacle in the road. Usually, you’d navigate around it, keep on going, but this is no normal obstacle. It might be enough to reroute you completely.

Content Warning:  This story will have TopGun: Maverick plot line elements to it and will possibly spoil the movie for you. Please be aware. This - and all of my stories - is 18+. By continuing to read you agree that you are 18 or older and that any content you come across is by your own decision. || Mild NSFW subjects

Author Note: listen, listen, i know everyone’s waiting for Crossfire, but I couldn’t help it have you seen this man??? Anyways I love me some Bob, and I know others do too and there’s not enough Bob in the world. I’m realllyy excited to share this one!! So I hope y’all love it and eat it up like i have :DDD

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One of the biggest lessons you’d learned when you’d entered the Navy was not to get attached to those around you. 

Sure, friends were fine, but the minute you found yourself relying on someone else, you needed to take a step back. 

Though, there was one exception to the rule, and his name was Robert Floyd. 

When you’d arrived in California, you’d been frazzled while trying to get to San Diego, having been turned around nearly four times to different gates, canceled flights - it had taken the Navy’s involvement to get you to the San Diego Airport. When you went to get your bag, you’d mistakenly ended up with another duffle that wasn’t yours. You’d then met Robert - or Bob as he’d introduced himself. He’d been incredibly polite about it, having approached you with a tap of your shoulder and an ‘excuse me, ma’am? I think you have my bag.’

After turning to face him you were greeted with a taller gentleman, dressed in his working uniform, a pair of blue eyes smiling back at you through gold frames. His position and name displayed proudly on his chest. Lt. Floyd. He was very well polished, you’re certain any commander would be happy to have him on his squad as a perfect example. You initially were taken back by how bright his eyes were, but simultaneously pulled into his friendly demeanor. The sailor had the overwhelming aura to him that made you feel safe. 

You’d exchanged bags shortly after introductions were made. Somehow in all your combined time in the Navy’s Air Force, you’d never met one another. 

When he mentioned he was also headed to Fightertown, the two of you split a cab. He explained his background, where he was from, what he’d studied, how he’d even ended up in the Navy to begin with. It was beyond interesting to hear his journey to get to this point, a few tours, one in Syria and TOPGUN training with top awards for WSO service. 

Having learned that he wasn’t a pilot was surprising. Sure, he could get out of the situation if needed but he took the backseat while flying. 

And elsewhere it seemed, as you ran into him again at the bar later on, coming across some of your graduating classmates hanging out at the crowded bar. When you found Robert and his group, he’d waved rather shyly at you which took you by surprise. He’d chatted you up the entire way to base and now shoved himself in the corner of the room, away from everyone else. You’d made an effort to engage him, and kept his attention for most of the night. You exchanged stories about tours with one another, laughing at some of the things you’d heard over the years.

This kinship continued into training, where you’d tagged onto the officer and his pilot, forming a small group between the three of you. It was clear that they’d been working together for a while as they had a natural affinity to step into conversation, many an inside joke cracked in your presence, not that you minded. It was nice to see Bob in his element. He was rather friendly when he was comfortable around people, faring better in one-on-one engagements rather than the entire group of twelve of you. 

Now you’re entering the second week of a specialized mission where you and eleven other pilots had been chosen to train with some of the most prominent names in the Naval Air Force, for a mission none of you could speak about outside of your immediate group and its supervisors. Out of those eleven you knew maybe five of them, including the two you’d clung on to, having previously met once before in the long history that you’d made with the Navy. That had been years ago though and none of them had changed drastically, including their habits. 

Which is why you’re sitting on Payback’s dorm floor, the six of you in some warped looking circle. Having the weekend off and the thundering rain outside, it kept those who lived off base penned in with the others. Not that you were complaining, as your two bedroom rental had a tendency to get lonely. 

Instead of paying attention to the group that’s around you, you’re in your head making a mental checklist of everything you need to get accomplished over the course of the weekend. Packages that need dealt with, laundry, lots of dishes-

“Vegas, if you’re tired you can head out.” Coyote offers, making you shake your head as you sip your seltzer. 

“I’m fine, I was making a mental to do list for tomorrow.” You explain before Rooster’s sighing. 

“All work and no play with you. They should’ve called you Buzzkill.” Hangman laughs with the other in agreement before the quietest one in the group speaks. 

“How did you even get the name?” Your head turns to see Bob who’s fiddling with the plastic lid of his water bottle, watching you carefully. 

“Oh cmon, you haven’t heard the phrase?” Hangman suggests, before Payback gives him a glare. 

“The ice you’re on is getting thin, man.” He offers, but despite the warning he’s speaking. 

“What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas?” The rest of the group lets out a disgusted groan, Payback throwing his pillow from his bed at the male, which he misses. 

“You’re the worst.” Phoenix grumbles, turning to face you. “Ok, but really?” There’s a sympathetic grin on her features encouraging you to explain.

You’re reluctant to share, mainly because it seems like Hangman will use any details about the name against you - as evidenced by the way he’s leaning closer, a mocking gaze on you as he props his chin in his hand. “Fine, fine. The thing was that Vegas is full of surprises and you never know what you’re going to get. You’ve got to have luck when you go to Vegas.” You shrug and take a heavier sip of your drink, nearly finishing it off. 

“It suits you.” Bob compliments with a grin on his face, making you look at it and return the smile. 

“Vegas is also wild and unpredictable and full of scandals.” Hangman smirks before Phoenix reaches over and flicks the top of his ear. “Ow! What the hell?” He whines, a hand moving to comfort the spot. 

“Stop being a dick.” She directs and he rolls his eyes. 

“Whatever. This is getting boring. We should play a game.” He’s getting up, moving to the wooden box of a closet in Payback’s room, leaning against it. 

“I’m down. I’ve got cards and-“ Payback’s efforts to host are shot down by the arrogant pilot. 

“I was thinking..” a hand pushes the door to the closet open, a creak as it runs along the rail. “Some of the classics.” 

“Hangman, I seriously doubt anyone-“ Coyote’s about to finish his statement when you stand up, downing the rest of your drink. 

“I’ll play.” The blonde gets a new wind of energy when you speak, a smirk coming to his features. You crush the can in your hand, tossing it in the trash can before reaching down and grabbing Bob’s hand. “C’mon Floyd.”

“Floyd?” Hangman’s voice comes in shock as Bob - who’s admittedly taller than you remembered him being - stands to his feet with reluctance. “You know this game is 7 Minutes in Heaven, right V?” There’s the slightest hint of disappointment in his face as you turn to look at the WSO who’s stood beside you. 

“I know.” Brief, you give a smile to the bespectacled male who returns it. This time it’s not a forced one, it’s rather genuine, as though he was appreciative of your choice. He moves past you, pushing into the closet past the many hanging articles. While Hangman stands in shock, you grab his hand and set the timer on his watch. “7 minutes on the clock?” You’ve got the smuggest look on your face as you step into the closet with Bob, sliding the door shut. 

You’re getting your giggles in as you turn to the brunette, a soft whisper coming from you. “I was just trying to fuck with him so there’s no pres-” The words are barely off your tongue before there are lips on yours, hesitant hands on your waist. You can’t stop your body from reacting before your mind can string together what is happening. Fingers are in his hair, pulling him to you even further, lips fervent and over excited to get to his. His hand moves from your waist up to your biceps, a light grip to them. Bob is the one to deepen the kiss, a little more resistance to it, making you arch your back a little to keep the contact. A desperate pause for air, only for both of you to go dive in for seconds. Large hands migrate again to your waist, finding a comfortable spot before tugging you nearer by the fabric over your skin. 

His tongue makes its appearance, exploring and marrying it with yours in rhythm, so perfectly exhilarating. This is the last thing you’d expected when you’d dragged his hand toward the closet. Yet, your fingers are long gone, tangled in the cropped length at the very top of his head, a light grip pulling his head back, forcing both of you to take a breath. A soft whimper leaves him when you do so and your stomach does a somersault. What was that? He’s pulling against your hand as he dives in for more, hands hesitating as they grow closer and closer to your chest. Bob’s thinking about it, yet doesn’t dare to move, so instead, you’re picking up his hand and guiding it to your chest, encouraging his grip. A light groan leaves your lips as his grip closes on your body, lips pulling from yours to start to pepper down your neck. The cold metal of his glasses skims over the newly warm spots as his hands continue to massage, a breath of air leaving you with more weight than the last. When a voice comes from outside the closet, you nearly jump. Right. There were people out there. And you were here. With Bob. 

“One minute left guys.” The rule was no one could be leaning against the door, listening, recording - nothing. So, with the minute warning, Floyd’s pulling away, looking at you, a soft chuckle leaving him. His shaky hand reaches up to smooth a spot of your hair that had come undone in the frenzy that had just been sparked. The overeager countdown begins, and you’re straightening your clothes. With surprise, he’s taking your hand, his other one holding a pointed finger to his lips. 

The closet door opens, flooding the small space with light, letting you step out. Bob’s soon following out, but making a bee-line for the door, waving a brief goodbye to everyone. 

What the -fuck- just happened.

It’s quiet, leaving everyone to stare at you, waiting for something. A crumb so to speak. “Vegas? What happened there?” You shrug, looking at Coyote with a smile. 

“We just talked, I made a few jokes that he groaned at - mainly because they sucked, but-” you throw your hands up, picking up your water bottle and downing the rest of the liquid. You sit down and Hangman claps his hands together. 

“Okay, who's next, Phoenix?” He points to her and she laughs, shaking her head. 

“In your dreams, Seresin.” 

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Your laundry list had been erased from your mind after what happened in Payback’s closet. No, scratch that. It had been crumpled up, thrown in the direction of the trash can and bounced off the rim of it and onto the floor. Long forgotten- instead, the 6 minutes of sheer adrenaline inducing touches replayed in a loop. You barely fell asleep last night, in near shock of it all. 

There was no part of you that actually regretted a single thing that had happened. Not him kissing you, not you guiding his hand. It was exhilarating. 

You’d not told a soul, but there’d been a certain draw towards the WSO that Phoenix flew with. Day one you’d stuck up for him when Hangman continued being an asshole to the man, which was uncalled for. Since then, Robert seemed to cling to you.

The two of you tended to stick around one another, with how comfortable he was with you. He’d let you in about his family, speaking at lunchtime over poorly made sushi and stale fortune cookies. For someone who didn’t seem all that at ease with people, he’d grown to be rather chill around you. 

Every now and then, a thought would cross your mind when you’d get a good look at blue eyes shining in the San Diego sun. It would be the reminder you would get that this man was attractive. The worst part was that he never seemed to show that he knew that he was. It had been a shame, especially when you’d see him out of uniform. 

The two of you had conflicting schedules, but you’d get a glimpse of his workout sessions on Hangman’s snapchat stories, seeing the male in the background, working his ass off. Usually a cut up grey Navy t-shirt and basketball shorts, both of which highlighted his body that wasn’t usually on display. His arms as he did curls seemed to grow with each pump, and his thighs… 

You’d gotten lost in countless daydreams about him, to say the least. Now that one of those daydreams had actually happened?

There’d been no indication that your interest was reciprocated. At least not that you could see, the man was rather reserved in all aspects of the word. He was pretty quiet with most of the group, only spoke when he needed to, a meek smile on his features every now and then. Even the first night at The Hard Deck, he’d been a bit of a wallflower, a cup of water and an attempt to dance along to a song he’d never heard. 

So the question was… who was the man that kissed you? ‘Cause you weren’t entirely sure that it was the same person. 

You knew that you couldn’t sit in contemplation all day - which is how you ended up doing a rapid tidy of the house before grabbing your bag and moving to get back to base. You’d kept a pretty regular workout schedule with Coyote, having been doing an hour of work together, a two hour session overall. He’d get a half an hour head start, you’d come and spot him and then cool down with him as you warmed up before he’d spot you and then hang out with you while you did your cool down. Working out alone was your least favorite thing, and Coyote was not a good lone wolf. 

Returning to base, you’re parking your bike, tugging off the helmet and shoving it into the seat, only before hearing your last name. When you turn your head, the man from your mind is standing with a timid smile. He’s in civis, a pair of khaki cargo shorts, a graphic tee for some sort of superhero…. Holy hell he looked good, and he didn’t even try. “What’s up?” Pulling hair from your mouth, you start the conversation as an active aversion to the inevitable detour your mind would end up taking. 

“I… um… wanted to talk about last night?” He’s scratching the back of his neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. “If.. If I made you uncomfortable, I’m really, really sorry. I just - I’ve, well, I think most of the squad knows but - point is that I’ve had this thing for you since we got here and the guys - it’s so stupid honestly -” Bob’s going into a ramble, his hands fidgeting with the watch on his wrist. Hesitantly, you take a step toward him, grabbing his hand. 

“Breathe. I’ve got time to listen to you, okay?” You reassure him, hoping to clear his thoughts and get the statement out a little faster. Bob takes a breath before looking at you, blue eyes firm to yours. 

“The guys had this running joke that even if I had a chance with you that I wouldn’t take it.” He seems to shrink at the admission, making you watch him as he pushes his hands into his pockets, looking at the parking lot as he avoids your face. “I guess, I just wanted to prove them wrong?” Finally, he looks at you again. “So, I didn’t really consider what you wanted, which was… selfish of me.” Now scratching the back of his bicep, you’re about to speak when Coyote slams his car door, making both of you look at him. He gives a wave at Bob, who returns it before you speak to the other male. 

“I’ll be in, just give me a minute.” You smile before your attention is turned back to him. “Floyd-”

“You can call me Bob, you know.” He cuts you off, only to tumble on his words. “I-I meant, if you want. I just felt like, since we’ve met you… are the only one who doesn’t.” With a small tilt of your head you nod. 

“I am, aren’t I?” He returns it shyly, making you grin. “I just felt like… you didn’t like it.” It’s your turn to stay hesitant and you see the small smile on his face. 

“Everyone’s adopted it, so I don’t have much of a say.” He’s kicking his shoe into the gravel at his feet, looking back at you from the tops of his lenses. 

“Well… I’ll find something you like. Even if it’s just me who uses it - you should like your name.” A reassuring comment as you smile at him. “As for last night…” You’re grabbing your bag and swinging it over your shoulder, “I don’t think you have much to worry about.” With a well timed wink, you’re moving past him into the building. “Talk soon, Rob. Nah I don’t like that one.” Just before the door shuts, you can hear his laugh, and you know this feeling too well. 

You’re hooked. 

From then on, you’re doing anything you can to hang out with him. The problem is, if you aren’t on base, you are at home, studying or doing work. So, after practice one night, you invite the team to pizza night at your place. You’d even invited Maverick, but he’d declined politely, something about needing to get to an appointment. 

“An appointment at 7 o’clock? Hm, right.” Hangman snickers as he pulls a slice from the pie that had been freshly delivered not more than ten minutes ago. 

“He’ll probably say Penny needed one of the fridges at The Hard Deck fixed or something.” Coyote pipes up from your couch, he and Payback watching some form of football. 

The turn out is pretty good, though it doesn’t slip under your radar that he’s not there. You’re certain he has to have a valid reason, but you’re putting yourself through a thousand different scenarios. 

You stay rather tuned to your watch, seeing the hand tick by each hour. It’s not that you aren’t enjoying yourself - far from it. Rooster had initiated some form of spontaneous karaoke night which had left you and Phoenix in a fit of tears. As the hostess however, you’re excusing yourself as you pick up empty pizza boxes, starting out to the car park to toss them in the bins outside. When you drop them into the plastic, you look around, only to spot a shadow approaching from the end of the driveway. It makes you jump, not having seen him when you came outside. Hands pocketed in what looks like a Nike hoodie, khaki shorts and flip flops, the pilot begins approaching. The only way you knew it was him was the glint of the porch light off of his glasses. “God, you could warn me next time.” You laugh, waiting for him to come to your presence. He looks far more laid back this time around, and - is that a baseball hat? 

“I guess that’s the ‘stealth’ part of ‘stealth pilot’?” He suggests making you smile. It’s mirrored as he points to the trash. “Did I miss pizza?” Bob asks, hope floating in his voice. 

“I saved you a couple slices.” You smile, and open the back door and lead the way, hearing a whooping group of voices cheer his name as he comes into the kitchen. He offers a wave as you move to the fridge, grabbing the leftovers and starting to toss them in the oven to broil. “Do you want a drink? I’ve got water and soda - and beer but..” You offer an understanding grin, which he seems to chuckle at. 

“Soda’s fine. It’s in the fridge?” He’s pointing in that direction, leaving you to move back to the task at hand. As you’re tossing the slices in the oven, Bob’s come around the counter to lean on the edge of it. “This place is nice. It’s yours?” Your head is quick to rise to meet his face which leaves you to find that he’s taking a sip from his drink. 

“Sort of. Mine for the time being. I’m renting it off of a short term site. I think I’ve got it for like a month or so?” You shrug looking over the house. It was a decent size, a nicely redone kitchen, and clearly a great space for entertaining. “Why don’t you go say hi to everyone?” You ask as you nod in their direction. 

“I didn’t come for everyone.” The way he says it doesn’t sneak past you, nor does the way his eyes seem to meet yours with lingering purpose. 

“What did you come for, then?” Part of you has a suspicion, but you’re not sure he’d admit to it. 

“Free pizza, obviously.” He pokes a smirk in your direction, standing upright and looking at you over his shoulder as he approaches the group. You but let your gaze follow him as he finds a spot criss-crossed on the floor next to Phoenix, contentedly. There’s a fuzzy feeling swimming in your gut, and you know that means trouble. 

With pizza finished, and actual games played, everyone heads out, one straggler behind. He’s helping you clean up bottles and plastic plates, a true gentleman helping the host tidy before he heads out. “So I’ve been thinking, I’ve got a new list of nicknames, you just stop me when one jumps out at you, okay?” 

Hesitantly, he looks at you as you lead him to the trash can. “Alright, Vegas. Go ahead.” You find the undeniable amusement on his face as you pull out your phone and open your notes. 

“I don’t think you’re ready.” You tease before taking a dramatic deep breath, “Rip, Rabbit, Bobby, Robbie, Dobby, Robot, Ro-bort, Reboot, Bert Minus Ernie,” You slow, watching as he leans his hip into the counter, fighting back a smile, “no? I’ve got more.” 

“Keep going.” Blue eyes are ablaze with amusement as you face forward, chests parallel to one another before you speak up again. 

“Bob-it, like a bop-it, you know? Beebo, Bill, Billy bob, a time honored favorite, Ricky Bobby,” He dips his head into a nod in faux contemplation, stealing a step closer to you while you’re still rattling, “Bob the Builder, What About Bob, Bob Ross, Spongebob, Bob Belcher,” both of you are laughing now as you go down the list, still reading from the list as he slides his hands over your waist, index fingers sliding into the belt loops of your jeans, tugging you forward as you laugh. “I’ve got like two more pages that start with Bo-” Bob cuts you off, his lips meeting yours in an effort to stop your nonsensical rambling. Clearly, he succeeds as your hand droops, nearly dropping your phone as your head dips further with his kiss, breaking a moment, letting you pull away if you want to. Seeing that you have no intentions of doing so, his hand pulls from your waist, finding a comfortable spot along the roots of your hair, encouraging your head to sneak closer. Every part of you wants to keep this up, the way his tongue slides along your lips, lingering tastes of ginger ale and pepperoni - but your lungs are refuting, which is why you pull away, a loud smack sound hitting the air when you do. You’re taking deep breaths, trying to suck in as much oxygen as you can. As you do, you witness Bob start to panic, hand reaching to your bicep. 

“I should’ve asked, I know- I know, god I promise it won’t happen again-” Instead it’s your turn, cutting him off, hands maneuvering his hips with a tug of his belt, lips sloppily engaging with his. Bob sneaks out words every now and then, “I promise,” teeth pull on your bottom lip as hands move over your ass, under your thighs, “really, it won’t happen again” between ragged breaths as you pull your arms around his neck, Bob’s picking you up and sliding you onto the counter in swift movements. The cool marble under your jeans doesn’t do much to calm the steam radiating from your skin. Large hands have traveled up to duck under your shirt - bringing everything to a grinding halt as you grab his wrists, pulling away and looking him in the eye. 

Neither of you say a thing, stuck in an intense gaze as your pants echo off the walls and reverb back to your ears. While you’re still, you notice a bit of tension built in his stance. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” Your voice is soft, reaching up and pushing his baseball cap up and off his head and readjusting it so the bill faces forward like it had before he’d adjusted it to kiss you. 

“I.. I don’t want this to just be sleeping together, just because we can.” Finally he seems to relax a little more, seemingly getting relief from admitting something that had been at the forefront of his mind. 

“So, we don’t.” You shrug, as your hand falls to his shoulder. It’s quiet again before you tilt under his hat to kiss his cheek and pull back. His hands have slid into a comfortable spot on your waist, thumbs running back and forth over the same spot. 

“I.. I haven’t hooked up with anyone, and I just… don’t think it would be wise to start now. Don’t get me wrong, Vegas, this is…” A light laugh leaves him, making you smile, “it’s good, but I don’t want to give you the wrong message.”

“That’s fine by me, Bo.” His eyebrows pop up at that, a genuine smile on his own face. “Oh, you like that one?” You tease and he laughs. 

“It’s better than the, like, forty others you listed.” Bob helps you off the counter waiting for your response. 

“Bo it is then.” Grinning at him he reflects it, reaching up and adjusting his glasses as he turns his head to his watch. There’s no urgency to leave about it, but more so an acknowledgement that it’s getting late. 

“I guess I better get going.” He speaks at a lower volume, almost like he’s willing you to ask him to stay, but you won’t. If he does, you can only imagine what would happen .

“Yeah, wouldn’t want you to be late to practice tomorrow ‘cause you got caught up here.” You point out as he heads for the door. 

“Yeah? The guilt would be all too consuming for you?” He retorts, leaning in the now open door frame. 

“Absolutely.” A mutual smile rests on both of your features as the conversation comes to a close. “Hate to watch you go..” You offer as he turns. 

“But you love to watch me leave.” Bob responds in a sing-songy voice, starting out from the car park and down the driveway. “See you in the morning, Vegas.” 

“Night Bo.”

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hii!! if requests are open could i pretty please with sugar on top get a luke skywalker and reader fic (kinda enemies to lovers) they dont hate the other but theres always snarky comments thrown at each other?? until she gets drunk one night and is realllyy clingy to him, she falls asleep on his shoulder and has to carry her to bed bcs she wont go without him?? and ofc han and leia are having the time of their lives watching this! Happy ending please. Thanks 💕

do you hate me? || l.s

summary: your childish rivalry with luke comes to a sudden halt when you have too much to drink one night

pairing: luke skywalker x fem!reader

WARNINGS: swearing, drinking, arguing

word count:

a/n: i made the reader and luke just like constantly arguing over little petty things i hope that’s okay :)

“Luke!” You hissed out, your current bad mood apparent by the heavy stomps of your boots as you stalked up to him.

The way he stood there between Han and Leia, acting all innocent, as if he hadn’t just taken your brand new tools and hidden them before you could help Chewie work on the Falcon, angered you more than anything.

“I know you took them!” You were in his face before he could even comprehend what you were accusing him of.

“Took what? I didn’t take anything!” Luke defended himself, raising his hands up in defense of himself. Luke truly hadn’t taken them (you hadn’t seen Han’s eyes widen in fear nor had you heard him discreetly kick the small box of tools out of your sight), but he felt his anger flare as you scoffed in disbelief.

“Okay, how about we settle this calmly.” Leia interjected, wedging herself between the two of you and placing a hand on either of your chests in an attempt to keep you separated. “What have you lost, Y/N?”

“My brand new tools. I know you took them, Skywalker. You always use my tools and never return them.” You rolled your eyes. You recognized how petty the argument seemed to be but truthfully, you were annoyed and all you wanted to do was help Chewie finish repairing the Falcon.

“What! I didn’t take them. I always return your tools! You’re just picking on me!” Luke protested, weaving his arm around his twin to point in your face. You slapped his hand away harshly.

“Whatever, keep them, you little kleptomaniac.” You relented, noticing the glare Leia was throwing between the two of you. You turned around, abruptly walking away from the trio.

“You two are exhausting to be around sometimes.” Leia sighed, rolling her eyes. Luke’s eyes suddenly laid on the small toolbox sitting suspiciously behind Han, who merely smiled guilty at the twins.

“Han!”

The next morning, a furious knocking on your door woke you. Checking the time, a surge of anger fell over you. Who in their right mind would be pounding on your door before 7AM?

“Leia, if that’s you coming to tell me about some kind of boring meeting, I swear to maker.”

The knocking never stopped as you neared closer to the door. You swung it open to reveal Luke, his hand still ready to knock and a exasperated look on his face.

“Look, I didn’t take your tools so will you please just give me my jacket back? You know, it’s my favorite.”

“Luke, it’s 6AM. I did not take your fucking jacket.” You went to close the door, but Luke quickly stuck his foot inside, effectively stopping your efforts. On the other side of the base, inside the Falcon, Han laid still sleeping. His head rested on a clump of yellow fabric that coincidentally looked just like Luke’s missing jacket.

“Oh, come on! You were mad at me because you thought I took your tools, which I didn’t, by the way, so you stole my favorite jacket.” Luke concluded, a smug smile on his face as he basked in his assumed victory. A scoff and a roll of your eyes demolished his smile quickly.

“Luke, listen to me carefully. I. Did. Not. Take. Your. Fucking. Jacket.” You calmly punctuated each word with a sharp jab to his chest.

“I know you-“ Luke was cut off by you slamming the door. On the other side, he huffed, turning to walk away, more annoyed than he was when he first knocked.

That night, after a long day of fighting the empire, your friends decided to go out for celebratory drinks. It was safe to say that you had a little bit too much to drink by the time the night was over, clinging to Luke, who was less than thrilled by the invasion of personal space.

“Luke” You dragged out, pouting as he removed his arm from your grip for the third time. Han and Leia watched on in amusement, ignoring Luke’s pleas for help.

“Aw, come on, Luke. How could you say no to that face?” Han teased, referring to the prominent pout on your face as you settled for laying your head gently on Luke’s shoulder. Leia stifled a laugh at her brother’s expense.

As you reached again for your drink, Luke gently stopped you by grabbing your wrist and shaking his head. You huffed, laying your head back onto him. Luke sighed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to make sure you were stable. Leia and Han shared a knowing look.

“Why don’t you send her up to her room? It’s been a long day and I’m sure she’d be much more comfortable in her bed,” Leia suggested as you began to softly snore on Luke’s shoulder. Luke nodded in agreement, softly shaking your shoulder in an attempt to wake you without startling you. Your eyes fluttered open and you whined at the feeling of being awake.

“Why don’t you go up to bed? You seem tired,” Luke tried to persuade you, standing up to let you out of the small booth the four of you shared.

“Will you come with me?” You sleepily asked, grabbing onto Luke’s hand as you stood. Luke’s eyes widened and he sent panicked look at Han and Leia, who only shrugged and laughed in response.

“I guess I will,” Luke sighed. Your hand signals indicated that you wanted to be carried and with much reluctance, Luke picked you up off the ground and carried you back to your room. He struggled for a moment to open your door.

“Y/N? I’m gonna sit you down for a second so I can open the door, alright?” His soft voice rang through the air as he carefully placed you on the ground, holding onto you until he was sure you wouldn’t fall. Opening the door, he quietly led you inside.

Luke took a moment to admire your room which seemed so much like you. His eyes landed on a picture of the four of you framed on your nightstand. Han and Leia stood beside each other, Han’s arm thrown carelessly around Leia’s shoulders. You and Luke stood next to them, subconsciously leaning into each other. Luke smiled tenderly at the photo.

He led you over to your bed, sitting you down and crouching so he could remove your shoes. He decided that your clothes looked comfortable enough to sleep in since you were already falling back asleep as you sat there. Your voice broke his concentration as he untied your shoes.

“Luke? Do you hate me?” You asked, your voice smaller than he had ever heard before. Luke looked up at you, bewilderment filling him completely.

“What? No, of course I don’t hate you, Y/N. Why would you think that?”

“We argue all the time. I just didn’t think you liked me very much,” You laid your head down on your pillow as Luke finished removing your shoes. A prominent frown made its way to his face as he recalled the petty arguments the two of you often shared.

“I don’t hate you, Y/N. Do you hate me?”

“No, I like you. I really like you, Luke,” You were falling asleep now. Your words made Luke smile bashfully, the true meaning of your words was clear.

“I like you, too, Y/N,” He grinned, pulling your blanket up to tuck you in, kissing your forehead softly before leaving.

[whompwhompwah]

Azul and Kalim with a Bubbly, Carefree S/O!

i prob shoulda made this 7 days ago but I am EXHAUSTED lolol

gender-neutral s/o! spoilers up to chapter 5

warning: I have no idea how to write for the tweels… also this is kinda long

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this man honestly just saw you as a blithering dumbass

what person in your condition is so nice ?? obviously kalim is nice but that’s cuz he’s rich and all that, you’re in a shitty rundown dorm with a bunch on nuisances around you!

so in his humble and totally non-biased opinion, you are stupid

so when you team up with leona to destroy his contracts he is, for a second surprised that you have functioning brain cells. then he’s pissed.

after the whole overblot stuff, when you, the idiot trio, and the octavinelle trio are coming back from returning the school photo is when you and him truly bond.

since the walk back is mostly quiet between the two of you (if you forget about the tweels driving adeuce and grim insane in the background), you strike up a conversation!

bold for someone who literally just ruined his life’s work

but he here’s you out. you’re definitely smarter then he gave you credit for anyways.

and what you say makes his face RED. steaming, on fire, burning! someone call the fire department, you just nuked the building

“azul, I understand why you’re so keen on hiding your octo-form, especially with your background, but for the record,” you gave him a lopsided grin, leaning forward a little bit as you stop in your place.

“I think you were really cute back then, and you’re still cute now. those people back then had no idea what they were talking about!”

he stills there, speechless, before stuttering up a storm and covering his face in embarrassment.

you just hum a little, adorably, and wait for him to recover.

and THATS the moment it happened. that’s the moment you RUINED his life. that’s the moment you EMBARRASSED him completely.

he’s overreacting. he has a crush on you. briefly thinks he’s sick for a moment, or that you placed a curse on him like riddle. (he was so out of it he forgot you were magicless).

so he does what any rational person does when complimented by a cutie.

he runs.

like a loser /j

you stare blankly, blinking a few times before looking back at floyd and jade, worrying that you had offended him. you shouldn’t have brought up such a sore subject, you think.

but floyd looks amused, and jade has his gloved hand over his mouth, as if he’s trying to conceal a giggle. very out of character for him

when you ask what happened, they just smile. “little shrimpy realllyy riled up azul~ he had a funnyy lookin’ reaction tho~!” floyd cackled at his own comment, before jade beckoned him to follow azul back to the mostro lounge.

safe to say, you were fairly confused for a while. and anxious. had you offended him ????

not very carefree y/n of you, s/o

but in your defense, he had just come down from a serious overblot and you didn’t want to hurt his feelings

meanwhile, azul is straight up getting bullied by the tweels, getting pushed around and teased left and right every time he left a lingering glance at you or asked one of your acquaintances to deliver you a coupon for a free drink just to see you (you did come sometimes and he was ECSTATIC !! never talked to you tho lol)

where your and his love story really takes place is when he gets to play hero for you !!!! finally !!!!!!! a chance !!!!!!!!

his heart is absolutely going BONKERS when he saves you and grim from scarabia !!

it’s quickly crushed when you guys get absolutely launched to hell by jamil

while everyone is groaning and mumbling curses under their breath, azul turns to you apologetically. he was supposed to be your knight in shining armor !!!! he is absolutely drowning im humiliation and self depreciation rn. sad puppy eyes and everything

you softly smile at him and tell him it’s okay, no one could have done anything anyways! you’re just happy he came for you :)

he is so flattered and love struck by your words that he just-

“I love you.”

HE IS IMMEDIATELY MORTIFIED.

horrified, frantic apologies escape his mouth, but you just light up!

you say, “there’s a reason I want to keep visiting the lounge, you know? i keep hoping to see you, but I never got to! I’m so happy you feel the same way!!”

you are practically jumping up and down, while azul melts

azul can feel himself leaning closer and closer to you subconsciously, himself mesmerized by your kindness, your endless sweetness

closer and closer, and-

“will ya two get a room ?? we’ve got more important things to think about then you two!”

at grims exclamations, you both turn to the tweels + grim and kalim. the tweels are giving azul freaky grins while kalim looks absolutely delighted for you two!

looking around, you notice a filled up water source, and the tweels in their natural forms. obviously they had found a way back without you two.

you two, visibly embarrassed walk back up to the group, getting ready to leave with them. you hold onto azul while he reluctantly turns into his octopus form. his nervousness fades away when he sees how wondered and excited at seeing him!

he’s incredibly happy, for once, that someone ruined his life. because it started a better, newer one- one where he could feel happy and accepted by someone important.

he was truly a fortunate soul <3

he and mal are the only ones i can imagine that didn’t initially hate/degrade you tbh lol

this man is a sweetheart !!! he made friends with you early on!

when you had exposed leona, giving jamil and several of his fellow scarabia students “justice” per say, he was so HAPPY !! absolutely delighted !! he was incredibly grateful for what you did :)

he raided his storage room (his treasure room, that’s probably worth 800,000,000,000 madols) to look for the perfect gift for you! he remembered your little tanuki friend had a lovely black-and-white striped bow that had a gorgeous purple gemstone in the front of it, and looked desperately for something similar!

there he found, in a little chest, a short necklace with a small bow with an delicate blue gem as the centerpiece, connected by several diamonds adorning lace as the “string”.

he approaches you excitedly on a sunny day, when you are walking to the library. you are separated from adeuce and grim, which isn’t a common sight! nevertheless, he skips over to you.

presenting the gift, which is probably worth more madols than your life, he thanks you earnestly and happily for bringing peace to the spelldrive tournament! he offers a large, luxury party in your honor, which you unfortunately decline, siting that you don’t have the time, but then you offer to hang out with him tomorrow, which visibly makes him perk up in excitement!

he is unnaturally excited for this hangout! he could immediately feel you and him click and he spent the whole day gushing to jamil about it! but he is a bit dense and figures it’s because he made a new friend! always an exciting occasion!

he spent a solid 20 minutes standing at the door waiting for you. when you finally arrive, he instantly opens the door before you can even knock on it and drags you in! but you don’t mind, you actually find his excitement quite endearing

he gives you an action packed tour around his dorm, introducing you to some people, before he finally snaps out of his excitement and notices your outfit.

it’s so dirty! have you always been wearing that??

with no filter he says that straight to your face. luckily you’re aware he means this kindly, as he does not have a malicious bone in his body.

you awkwardly state that you don’t have a lot of clothes to spare since crowley (fuck that guy) barely tends to provide for you.

kalim is APPALED.

see, he was pampered his whole life, getting all the clothes he wants so he is more than a little shocked.

but then that shock turns into instant determination !! he needs to get you clothes and stat!

he tells you to wait with jamil (who is throughly annoyed and confused) and runs off to a smaller storage room for scarabia students in general, a spare uniform room. he finds one he assumes to be in your size and gives it to you!

turns out he has GREAT EYES for design and gets your size right on the dot! how lucky!

after you’re done hanging out and you have stacks upon stacks of dorm clothes, you finally leave, right as it becomes evening.

after that, scarabia pretty much becomes your second home! you hang you there every other day with kalim (sometimes grim is there but ever since kalim started feeding him crackers he’s.. been a little distant from the dorm), you’re practically a scarabia remember!

you’re just like kalim, just less dense and with better grades!

soon adeuce starts getting suspicious. clearly you two are together.. right ? i mean, you totally would’ve told them but.. I mean, you have scarabian dorm clothes that you wear to school, you and kalim are joint at the hip, jamil constantly complains to the basketball team about how you’re constantly on his nerves…

y’all gotta be together

so idiot duo decides to do some stalking, some sleuthing

takin a page outta rooks book, good for them

basically they been to ask around scarabia members whether or not you seem romantic together, which the answers are usually a resounding yes.

then they begin seeing and listening to how you two talk together. what they’ve notices is that you two stand suspiciously close.. you two don’t stop looking at each other… you two are very physically affectionate…

after thirty minutes of investigation they immediately jump to conclusion.

and confront you two both.

because they are stupid.

“hey!! s/o!!” adeuce marched up to you two, over-confidently.

“hey you two-“ you start off, before stopping, seeing their borderline hurt expressions.

“why didn’t you tell us you were datin kalim??” deuce asked. you could almost see his eyes get glossy as he begins to get emotional for no reason. “did you not trust us enough?”

“yeah! explain, now!” ace is a different story, visibly upset.

you blink at these two, as a few seconds go by.

then you and kalim both laugh at them. in their faces. they both get very defensive and upset immediately.

“h-hey !! we’re trying to confront you here! you can’t just laugh at us!” adeuce desperately tries to see what’s so funny here.

you wipe an imaginary tear from your eye as kalim says- “we’re not dating! what are you talking about?”

ace sputters for a few seconds, before saying “but the affectionate glances! the way-to-close-to-be-romantic hugs! kalim, you’ve kissed s/o on the CHEEK!”

kalim laughed light-heartedly, “that’s because they’re my best friend!” he scratched his cheek a little, visibly flustered. “not that I would mind dating them, haha!”

adeuce blinked as you both laughed. “I wouldn’t mind dating you either kalim! you’d make the perfect partner!” you say, smiling.

deuce and ace look like they’re about to go insane.

ace pulled his hair angrily, face tinting red in frustration. emulating a certain dorm-leader, aren’t you, ace?

“if you don’t mind dating each other that bad, then why don’t you just date, huh???”

that shuts you and kalim right up, as you eyed each other.

kalim was the first to break eye-contact, settling with a close eyed grin. “why not?” he began, “s/o is a lovely person, if they would want to date I wouldn’t mind!” to which you say- “I’d love to!” and interlock hands with him.

you two stupid idiots were dating the whole time.

adeuce died that day, of raw anger and disbelief while you two walked off to go on a proper date.

you are kalims diamond in the rough, and honestly anyone who didn’t see it is a dumbass <3

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kalims was weak and I hate it :( but I hope it was okay !! have a wonderful day, remember to hydrate !!