#i think my hair needs to be shorter too. my hair looked decent when it was shorter! it was wavy

[re-imagine]

My grandma, mom and two siblings have really curly hair. My hair is dry, frizzy and unmanageable. I think it's actually curly/ wavy. I've been treating it as straight hair my whole life. I don't know what products to use

[glassartpeasants]

How to Love .03

Trafalgar Law x F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, angst

A/N: Sorry that it's shorter then normal but i can not tell you how hard i had to grind to get this shit out.

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~~~

“Law? You alive?” Soft fingers could be felt gently skimming against Law’s forehead, making him lean into their warmth before his eyes snapped open.

Jumping up, Law looks around his room before seeing you kneeling down beside his bed. His heart slowly calms before finally finding the words to speak. “(Y/N)? What are you doing in my room?”

“Well, good evening to you, too.” Rubbing his eyes, Law looks at you with a confused look.

“What? Evening?” Turning to his alarm clock, he sees it’s 8 am.

“We had a power outage due to an unexpected storm last night. I thought you might have already fixed your clock, but I was wrong.” Law jumps out of his bed and opens his curtains to see a beautiful sunset staring back at him.

“Why didn’t you wake me earlier?! What time is it?!”

“It’s currently 6 pm. Also, I thought you were actually trying to catch up on sleep.” Standing up, Law looks at (Y/N) in bewilderment before pacing around.

“I have stuff I need to do! Shit, I need to pay bills.”

“Done.”

Stopping in his tracks, Law stares at you. “What?”

“I said done. I paid them.”

“I also made a sheet with finances on everything I know we’ve spent at least together in the last month. I didn’t go through your mail. Went grocery shopping and cleaned the entire house. I did save some financing things so we can go through them together.”

“I-”

“I did everything.” A silence covers Law and you as you both look at each other.

“Why?”

“You always work so hard! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you sleep in once since I’ve known you! For a doctor, you think you’d take care of yourself more.” Law watches as you cross your arms.

“I…Thank you.” Law says in almost a whisper. “But never let me sleep in again.”

“But you look so refreshed! Even if you got wild bedhead.” You tease. Law grumbles before trying to flatten his hair, only for it to bounce back. You can’t help but giggle.

“Maybe if you take a shower, it’ll fix it.”

“Alright. Now get out.” You can feel Law push you out of his room before closing the door.

“What? No ‘Thank you for waking me up (Y/N)?’” You say sarcastically.

“I would have said that if it wasn’t 6 pm!” His voice rang from behind the door.

“So ungrateful!” You chuckle before walking away towards the kitchen. The smell of dinner is too much to resist.

As soon as Law heard you walk away, a loud crash and curse left your lips.

“Fuck! Bepo, no!” Law quickly put on a decent shirt before running out to the dining room. His jaw dropped as he watched you holding Bepo, who had a whole grilled fish in his mouth.

“Spit it out! How dare you eat my fish, you asshole! I thought we were cool!” Law was speechless, so he watched his cat and roommate fighting over fish.

Turning your head, you saw Law just standing there. “Law! Help me! Little shit has my food!” You get a good grab on the fish, and just as you think you’ve gotten it, Bepo takes another bite.

Law can’t help but stiffle a laugh as he watches you fight with Bepo. When you finally lost grip of the fish, Bepo made a break for it, which led you to begin chase.

“Damnit, cat! Give it to me!” Law hears you yell from down the hall. Chuckling, Law moved to what used to be the dinner you made. Paw prints everywhere as well as nibble marks from Bepo’s teeth. White cat hair covering every inch of food.

“He’s never jumped on the table and ate our food before. What’s gotten into him?” 

He could hear you stomping and cursing your way back to the kitchen, telling him that you were unsuccessful in your mission. When you entered the kitchen, you stood beside him and looked at the mess Bepo had reduced dinner to.

“Looks like he ate good tonight.” Law chuckled, trying to lighten up your now-soured mood.

“He probably just gained all the weight we’ve worked so hard for him to lose! Why would he do this? He’s never done this before!” You whine. With a frown, you begin to clean up the ruined dinner.

“This fucking sucks. I spent so long on this dinner for you, and he came along and ate it!” Law’s eyes widen upon hearing your words.

“You made it for me?” Law watches you stiffen before going back to normal posture.

“Yeah, I did. I wanted you to have a stress-free day, but Bepo decided to be an asshole and destroy dinner!” You sigh as you throw away the destroyed food before putting the dishes in the sink to wash.

“I don’t wanna order takeout 'cause I know you don’t like fast food. I just…” You sigh as you try to figure out what to do.

“Takeout is not that bad. We can order something and watch TV…together?”

Feeling your heartbeat pick up its pace, you gulp before answering. “You sure? I don’t wanna force you to eat food you don’t like just to cheer me up.”

“I’m sure we can find something. I think Olive Garden delivers?”

“Olive Garden, huh? Never took you for a pasta fan.” You joke, trying to lighten up the mood.

“I’m a sucker for restaurants who put actual effort into making their food.”

You laugh. “And our old classmates said you weren’t funny.”

“What? Who the hell said that?” Law’s offended tone made you smile.

“Doesn’t matter. You're a doctor making big bucks and saving lives while they're cleaning Mcdonald's bathrooms for quick cash.” Law couldn’t help but feel a slight smile tug at his lips from your words.

A laugh escapes Law’s throat. “I guess if you think so, that’s all that matters.” Law pauses as soon as he realizes what he’s said. Yet he doesn’t see how his words bring a smile to your face.

~~~

You can’t help the smile that sticks to your face as you work endlessly to fulfill customers' orders. Your mind is running with the thought of Law and his smile.

“What’s got you all smiley?” Killer asks you as he cleans the counter.

“What? Am I not allowed to smile?”

“You are, but that’s not a regular smile you got on your face there.” His words make you stop in your tracks as you snap your head in his direction.

“You have someone on your mind, don’t you?” You can practically hear the smirk behind his mask.

“You don’t know what the hell you're talking about, Killer.”

“I bet it’s Law, huh? Doesn’t shock me. You’ve been his roommate for about five months and went through a breakup together.” You hit Killer in the arm.

“Shut up! What if someone hears you!” You whisper with a burning face.

“Afraid he’s gonna show up and hear me saying the truth?”

“Killer, if you don’t shut up, I’m going to murder you.” Killer only laughs as he looks at you.

“Yeah, okay (Y/N). Whatever you say.” You huff as you look down at the clean coffee machine in front of you. Killer’s words bouncing in your skull. You didn’t want to admit it, but maybe Killer was right. Perhaps you were falling in love with him again.

“I did have a thing for him in college. Before dating Eustass. I ended up falling for him during our time together working on that project.” Killer stops cleaning as he looks at you. Silent but wanting to hear your words.

“I don’t know what it was about him, but by the end of the project we were grouped together for, I had ended up falling for him. Hard. It took me a lot of convincing, but I thought that maybe he liked me too.”

“Did he?”

You stay silent before answering. “ I guess not because my best friend asked him out, and he said yes.” A deep pang shot through your heart as you remembered.

“She had told me afterward that she liked him since we started college but never told me until I talked to her about asking someone out. I didn’t say Law’s name, but he was the one I was talking about.” Sighing, you grip the counter.

“Her telling me she’s liked him since we started college broke me. How could I try dating the man I liked for a whole semester while my friends liked him from the beginning? It broke my heart to hear him agree to be her boyfriend. Having her bring him around was like torture the first few months.”

“While I, of course, never acted out of place with Law while he was with (.....), I only managed to get over him when I heard him say ‘I love you’ to her. That was when I knew I had lost. After a few months after that at graduation, I begin to date Eustass. After that, we slowly stopped talking and only saw each other when it was with (.....). Until five months ago.”

“When you caught Eustass and (.....)?”

“Yeah…When I caught them.” Your heart burns at the memory, but not as bad as it had been before. What used to be a stab in the heart now felt like a bee sting.

“How am I supposed to tell him that I’ve fallen for him again? What if he doesn’t feel the same? How am I supposed to live with him? Not to mention, ruin a friendship.”

“I suppose that does complicate things.”

“I don’t understand. How come this has to happen? It’s like the universe is doing this to fuck with me. Shoving something in my face that I want something I can’t have.” Killer stays quiet as he listens to you speak.

“It’s easier just to shove them down before you end up hurt.”

~~~

“Is that a smile on our grumpy doctor's face? What’s got you all happy?” the charge nurse teased Law.

“Your the second person to tell me that, and it’s annoying me.” The nurse chuckled.

“Oh, please, Law. Everyone can see you’ve got something on your mind, or is it…someone?” The nurse watches as Law tenses, and his cheeks dust pink.

The nurse squeals. “It is!” She claps her hands in excitement. "You have to tell me! I promise I won’t tell anyone!”

“No! I’m not telling you anything!” Law whisper yells.

“Aw, why not? I could give you advice!”

“I’m not telling you about my personal life! So stop asking!”

Huffing, the nurse gave up. “Fine! But here, there is a 3rd-degree burn case in room eight. Says a new co-worker turned up the coffee machine too high, and when it accidentally spilled on her hand, it scalded her.” Law snatches the clipboard and narrows his eyes at the nurse before making his way to room eight.

Opening the door, he expected anyone but the person before him. “(Y/N)?!”

“Hi, Law,” you chuckle nervously. “I didn’t know you worked in the ER.” Law can hear the nervousness in your voice. His eyes scan your body before seeing your bandaged hand. He carefully grabs your hand and looks at it.

“How did this happen?”

“A relatively new co-worker put the coffee temperature too high, so when I went to pour it and accidentally spilled some on me, it got all over my hand and burned it. I didn’t think it was that serious initially, but Killer made me come in. And now it turns out I have a third-degree burn.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No. Not really.”

“Well, you're an idiot for not coming in sooner.”

“It didn’t hurt other than the initial pain of being burnt!”

“That’s cause it burnt away your nerves!” Your shocked expression told him all he needed to know. Law sighs as he examines your burn. 

“It’s definitely a 3rd-degree burn; you're gonna have to keep it bandaged and change it at least once daily. It’s not big enough to need surgery, but it’s still gonna scar. Drink a lot of fluids. I’m prescribing you an antibiotic to prevent infection.”

“Alright. Good thing I live with you. You can help me with it all.” You say with a smirk, causing him to roll his eyes but with a smile. 

“But forgetting about me, how’s your day going? Did you drink your fluids?”

“I’m the doctor, and you're the patient. Don’t try that with me.” Law chuckles.

“You seem to be popular with the ladies' Law. A lot of nurses are looking at you from outside the room.” Law’s head snaps to the doorway to see a few nurses sticking their heads into the room through the doorway.

“I’ll be back.” You giggle as Law walks away and out the door.

Leaving the room and closing the door, Law turns his head to the nurses. “What are you doing?!” Law whisper yells at them.

“She’s the one that's got you all smiley, isn’t she?!” The nurses squeal.

“No, she isn’t! She’s just my roommate until she finds a place she can afford!” Law tries to defend himself, but the pink that swarms his cheeks tells the nurses everything.

“She is! And you're even roommates with her! That’s perfect! Come on, you have to ask her out on an official date!”

“That’s not happening! God, you people are so nosy!”

“What’s stopping you-”

“I’m not her type, alright?” Law snaps, causing the nurses to hush.

Running a hand through his hair, Law sighs. “I’m not her type, so even if I did like her, she wouldn’t say yes.”

“How do you know?”

“I went to college with her. That’s all your gonna get.” Law runs a hand through his hair.

You rotten his brain and wormed your way into his heart. Somehow, in the semester-long project he did with you all those years ago, he ended up gaining feelings for you. There was just something about you. The way you laughed, your smile, how you always seemed as happy, the list could go on.

He was sure you liked him too. How you looked at him couldn’t be anything other than it, right? You’d scoot closer to him when you both worked on the project—texting him about things other than the project. Bringing him food you had made.

He wanted to, oh, how he desperately wanted to ask you out. So when he got a note on the desk he always sat on had a note that said to meet him at the park, he was so sure it was you. It had your handwriting and everything. It had to be you. And when he saw (.....), your friend instead of you, he was shocked.

She had told him that you had written the note for her cause she was too scared to do it during school hours. She had even joked about a double date with you and a guy you were thinking about asking out. He felt his heart break when he heard it. Did he really jump to conclusions and think you liked him when you could have just been friendly?

All these thoughts ran through his mind that day. He didn’t know why at the time, but he did say yes to (.....) asking him out on a date. Possibly to forget the pain he felt? A distraction? He didn’t know.

But now, those feelings he thought were snuffed out reappeared stronger than ever. He wanted to be with you all the time. All he could think about was you. Even worse than college. His dreams were filled with images of you. He heard your voice when you weren’t there. Almost everything reminded him of you. He could look at a cloud and somehow be reminded of a memory you two shared.

Ever since you moved in as well, his diet has gotten relatively healthier. While he still drank coffee and energy drinks nonstop, you always ensured he ate. Hell, you’ve even started making him lunches to bring to work two months ago when you found out he usually didn’t eat anything during his shift. He couldn’t help but chuckle cause with every lunch came with a terribly drawn Bepo picture on whatever color sticky note you had. Each one he kept in his desk drawer.

“Law! What do you want for dinner?” You yell through the rooms door to Law, causing him to be pulled from his thoughts.

“Just roommates, huh?” One of the nurses asked with a smirk while the others held smug grins. They could easily see through the stoic doctor's facade. 

“Just roommates.” Law glares before entering the room to answer your question.

“I give it another month before he caves.”

“I say two. He seems to be pretty worried about his friendship with her.”

“True, I say three, though. Gotta give him time to boil in his feelings for a little longer.” The nurses converse with each other as they try to sneak peeks at the doctor and the cause of his smile.

~~~

“Law, hurry up! It’s about to start!” You yell to him. The sound of his footsteps rings throughout the apartment, letting you know that he heard you.

“I’m coming. I’m coming. Give me a second.” Chuckling, Law sits down next to you on the couch. 

“I’m so excited! I can’t believe they’re making a Sora: Warrior of the Sea show! You know what that means, right?” You squirm in your seat in excitement. 

Putting his feet up, Law looks at you. “ What does it mean?” He says with a smile.

“That means every Thursday we get to hang out and watch a new episode! Doesn’t that sound awesome?” You can feel your heart beating out of your chest from happiness as you smile brightly at him.

Law looked down at you and felt his heart leap. You were so excited to be near him. Telling him how you couldn’t wait for it to be a common occurrence. Despite him telling himself not to go down this road again. He couldn’t help but imagine how it’d be if you two were an actual thing—feeling your warmth against his cold frame, holding you close. Laying down next to you at night, hearing your soft breaths. Being able to admire your calm features as you sleep. And even feel your lips against his.

Law could see you sitting next to him, so close your thigh touched his. You didn’t seem to notice or care, which made his heart beat in his ears. He couldn’t even pay attention to the show, as he was more focused on you and how close you were to him. There was an itch inside him, telling him to do something. Now would be the perfect time to make a move, even if it was small. So, taking a breath, he took the risk.

Law moves his arm up slowly before laying it behind you on the couch. His heart beats rapidly, as he pretends not to notice he’s done it, giving you quick glances to see if you’ve noticed anything. So far, to him, you haven’t

But you noticed right away.

You were screaming internally with excitement and nervously biting your tongue. Could it mean he liked you too? Was it an accident? Either or made your heart beat against your ribs. Your head spins as you try to act cool and not show how excited you were to have him so close to you.

If he had made a move, then who were you to ignore it? So, with an internal deep breath, you lean back against his arm. His warmth makes a shiver run across your spine. It felt as if your face and body was on fire from his skin touching yours. You curled your toes in your socks as you tried to contain a steady breathing.

You take a swallow the lump in your throat as you decide to take a jump of hope. With a sharp intake of breath, you lean closer into Law, placing your head on his shoulder. His cologne flooding you like a calming aroma. In his arms felt like a dream come true. Laying against his shoulder as his arm laid behind your head. 

Even though the you told yourself that you wouldn’t fall for Law or act on your feelings, sometimes it’s okay to lie. Even if it’s to yourself.

~~~

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[ramblingthoughtsofayoungadult]

Unpredictable, Part 10-Limoreau x black!fem!reader fic

A/N: It's been a long time coming but it's here. The next part will be the finale. Thank you all so much for your support. I love reading all your replies and messages :)

Content warnings: Swearing and some violence

Word count: 6.5k

Series Masterlist

Many experts are concerned with the pervasiveness of serial killers in a supe society. Some people propose intense ideas, like using AI or supes with predictive abilities to kill potential serial killers beforehand. Others…

I paused my fingertips over the keyboard and sighed. “It’s okay, just breathe and think of the words. Dr. Melrose is one of the nicer professors, anyway.”

Then, my fingertips started moving again.

Others think this is too extreme and argue that serial killers have a right to live as much as anyone else. Which is the dumbest idea on planet earth.

Nope, can’t submit that.

I punched my thumb on the backspace button and stared at my two semi-decent sentences. Then, I glanced down at the clock in the bottom right corner of the screen and sighed.

The essay had a minimum fifteen-page requirement and it took me an hour to come up with two sentences.

I groaned and leaned back against the swivel chair and stared up at the stark white ceiling. Last year’s campus library renovation included an impressive update of the study rooms, including making them sound-proof, power-proof, and equipped with the most state-of-the-art technology.

My textbooks and notebooks were sprawled around the table, each with color-coded highlights and meticulous notes that did nothing but make my head spin. Usually, I spent most of my writing time trimming down my page length, especially when it came to ethical issues around crimefighting. But my brain couldn’t focus despite the distraction-free environment.

No matter what I did, I kept picturing the looks on Jordan and Marie’s faces when I told them I couldn’t go to the town hall. They both looked like I had taken away a large chunk of their hope.

But I couldn’t have been that helpful anyway, I thought harshly.

Sure, I helped them gather information and connected some dots but anyone could have done that.

I clapped. “Y/N, you have to stop thinking about them and the town hall. You need to finish this paper.”

Just when I grazed my keyboard, the study room door swung open. I jumped and turned to ask the person to leave, but stopped when I saw Coco standing in the doorway. In her cropped black Tommy Hilfiger blazer and matching cigarette pants, she looked like a debate moderator. Her hair fell in perfect curls and her eyes slightly narrowed at me.

“Hey, you could have knocked,” I said as light-heartedly as I could.

Coco let the door close softly behind her before sauntering over to me. “My bad, I was in a hurry. I thought I’d find you here since you weren’t at the house.”

Coco’s tone was much shorter than usual and she kept her gaze on me. My stomach churned and I straightened up.

“Coco, it was a directive from Sydney, not me,” I explained.

Coco sighed. “I don’t know why I thought I could surprise you when you know everything.”

“Not everything.”

“Anyway, what the hell is that directive about? How does she want to ‘pursue our ambitions’ but not voice our opinions?” Coco scoffed. “I knew her whole I-care-about-all-women schtick was bullshit.”

“Did you talk to her about it?” The look Coco gave me made me shrink back into my chair.

“Why do you let her walk all over you? She made you do her dirty work.”

“As a secretary, I do have to send out communications about a variety of things; it’s part of my role. Besides, it wasn’t my decision.”

“Don’t hide behind your role, Y/N. You’ll do anything to stay good with them, even if it means missing out on a historical moment.”

I hesitated. This would not be the last time that two polar opposite politicians would face off on core issues, but it would be the first time that the main issue was supes.

“I get that you care about this since it’s your major and everything but, I have to set a good example for the other girls and the initiates.”

Coco rolled her eyes. “Do you know what the other girls and initiates are doing? They’re arguing with Sydney right now and some are trying to figure out if a shapeshifter can somehow change their appearances. Everyone wants to be a part of it; Sydney’s just scared of fallout and I know that you know that.”

While I did have many ideas about why Sydney made the decision she did, it didn’t matter. I tried to push back but it failed and I had to deal with the consequences.

“I know she’s trying to protect Si Chi’s legacy and reputation and even if I don’t agree with it, I don’t have a choice.”

“Damn it, Y/N, you always have a choice! You always choose to follow the rules but guess what? Rule followers get forgotten in history; it’s the people who stir up shit that gets remembered.”

I glanced at my laptop. “Not always.”

“Well, most of the time but that’s not the point.” Coco pulled the chair from the other side of the table around and sat next to me. “You could do some real shit in the real world if you weren’t so caught up in your own head.”

Her words made me pause. This wasn’t the first time that Coco tried to push me to “think bigger” and it was usually flattering. This time, I felt myself get more and more nauseous.

I sipped some water. “I don’t think you always have to rebel to create change.”

“There’s a time for everything.” Coco leaned back in her chair and glanced at her phone. “I have to start walking to the union before everything gets too crazy. I hope you’ll have my back at the house.”

She didn’t wait for a reply and slipped out of the room almost as quietly as she entered. Immediately, I slumped in my chair and pouted.

Not everyone could be like Coco and take risks like that. In her situation, rankings didn’t matter, she just had to graduate and network like crazy. It was different for me and anyone else who was trying to at least get a city contract; rebellion did not look good on a resume.

Coco isn’t the only one risking their reputation, my brain reminded me.

I groaned and rubbed my hands over my face. Even though Jordan was always hellbent on climbing to number one, they wanted to expose everything happening at GOD U. According to Cate, Jordan had a whole meltdown when Andre and Marie’s rankings forced them to number five. Despite all that, they wanted to do the right thing.

And then there was Marie. She’d unexpectedly received everything any GOD U student could want on a silver platter: a high ranking, backing from Vought, and promotions on social and regular media. But she never wavered when it came to the Woods.

And it’s not like I didn’t want to go to the town hall, I couldn’t. There would be cameras everywhere and the news would get back to Sydney faster than A-Train. Her icy glare sent a chill down my spine at the thought.

I shook my head.

I can’t focus on any of that, I had to focus on this essay.

Finally, I started writing:

Other people suggest that such practices are much too inhumane and that serial killers must experience early interventions as soon as possible. However, in such a situation, it is near-impossible to determine the best practices much less who would deliver them.

I smiled to myself as I kept writing and breathed a sigh of relief once I finished my thesis statement.

“Great, now all I have to do is----”

“Y/N, what the hell!” Emma demanded.

I jumped and turned to the study room door. Emma’s face was beet-red and she had detergent stains all over her sweatpants. The door slammed behind her as she stormed over to me.

“What?” I asked.

Emma shook her head. “You know what. I just got off a video call with Marie; what the hell happened?”

My stomach dropped and I almost let my head plant on the desk.

At this point, it was like the two of them were haunting me. After a couple of deep breaths, I explained Sydney’s order and how I had to break the news to Marie and Jordan. As I spoke, Emma’s expression became more solemn.

“Why would you do that? Things were going so well,” Emma mused.

“I have to keep my position in Si Chi, Emma, and I can’t do anything that messes with it.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

 I hesitated, wondering if it was a little bit of both. Emma plopped down in the chair and dropped her bag on the ground.

“I know that you’re a good-two-shoes but you’re not that way all the time. I mean, you do regularly sneak off campus with the others,” Emma pointed out.

“Not so loud. You never know who could be listening,” I insisted.

“Anyway, I get that your parents really screwed you up but, when do you get to live your life?”

The last part sounded like something a really good therapist would say. Even if those words did come from a therapist, I still wouldn’t know how to answer. Every move I made since middle school was to get me to be a successful (married/engaged) supe and that was always enough for me. Mom and Dad both seemed please with each stride I made towards that goal, but it was always limited and I never stopped to think about what I wanted.

All I knew was that I was dying to know why Shetty wanted Cate and me to be friends, how long the Woods existed, and why she created the virus. I also knew that the thought of Jordan or Marie getting hurt because of all this made my chest ache.

I fidgeted with my hands. “I am living my life.”

“Are you? Do you really want to be in the library while everyone’s at the town hall? Do you really want to give up on looking into all of this?”

I snapped my eyes up at Emma. “Of course, I want to go but I also have to play it smart. Why can’t anyone understand that?” I sighed. “I just got here, Emma, and I don’t want to lose it, I can’t lose it.”

Emma frowned. “You didn’t try to look into the future about this.”

She was confident and her gaze never left mine. I wanted to push back but, there was no point. Out of everyone, Emma knew me best and there was no point in hiding. So, I explained everything about my power loss to her. The words felt like I was digging my nails into an open wound and I could feel my throat constricting towards the end.

“Shit,” she muttered.

I nodded. “I really can’t do anything out of line now; I have no leverage for Si Chi and if they found out my powers are gone, they’d kick me out immediately. Plus, I’ll get expelled, and then what? Work for my mom or dad?”

“I’m really sorry about your powers, Y/N, but you don’t know that they’re gone for good. Plus, there are plenty of other ways you can be successful here and once you graduate. You could write a tell-all book, work in research, or model like I’ve been telling you to do forever!”

I snorted at her words, which made Emma burst out laughing. I don’t know how long we laughed for, but it felt good. However, when it stopped, a realization dawned on me.

“I don’t know, Emma, things don’t tend to work out for me if I don’t follow a plan,” I expressed.

Emma wiped some tears from her eyes. “Like what?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe my powers going away because Cate’s brainwashed or getting caught up in a conspiracy that could get us all killed or maybe having your new boyfriend attack me.”

Emma flushed. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

I rolled my eyes. “But that all happened because I was going off the plan. I was supposed to focus and crack the Top Fifteen this year.”

“But Jordan and Marie weren’t in your plan, and they were pretty good.”

I sighed and rested my head on the desk. At first, I thought our conversation was going so well but then Emma had to bring them up.

“And it’s over before anything really even started.” I propped my chin up on my hands. “But that’s probably a good thing since I need to stay on track. I’ve only gone up to Sixteen.”  

Emma pursed her lips and straightened up. Wordlessly, she stood and slowly made her way to the other side of the table. She paced back and forth for a second before slamming her hands down on the desk.

 “No, you don’t get to talk like that. In our fifteen years of friendship, I have never seen you look at or act the way you do with Marie and Jordan. You look so happy, and you deserve to be happy, I don’t care what anyone else says and you need to start believing that.”

For a second, I thought my vision blurred but it was the tears welling up in my eyes. I willed them to stay away for a second.

“But what about Si Chi?” I wondered.

Emma groaned. “If they’re going to kick you out because you went to the town hall to be with your girlfriend and partner, then they’re idiots.” Emma stood. “But you have to decide which is more important.”

The issue was that the thought of losing either of them made me nearly hyperventilate. Si Chi was a beacon of social acceptance, but Marie and Jordan made me feel accepted. No matter how uncomfortable I felt sobbing in front of them or not wanting either of them to see me in bad lighting or makeup-less, they made me comfortable.

“They don’t want me back. They’re both…unstoppable and I’ve proven to be the exact opposite.”

“Come on, Y/N, stop with the self-doubt. I can promise you, Marie and Jordan want to be with you too, they just don’t know how to reach out.” She smirked. “You should have heard Jordan ranting about how they’d knock Sydney out of her power trip; Marie had to cut the call short to calm them down.”

I laughed a little at that. “Jordan always said that Sydney was the most mediocre telekinetic on campus.”

“But the point is they both still care a lot about you. They’re obviously hurt but you’re not totally unforgivable.”

“Thanks, Emma.”

“And if they did break up with, you always have me whenever I’m not with Sam.”

“Gee, thanks. Where is he, anyway?” “Locked away in my dorm. Could you imagine him out there in the craziness?”

“Yes.”

Emma opened her mouth to argue but got cut off by her phone alarm going off. “I have to go switch out the laundry. I hope one cycle is enough to get blood out.”

 When she left, I mulled over everything we talked about. Were she and Coco on the same wavelength or something? In both conversations, I could have started screaming at either of them but buried deep down, I knew that they both had good points.

Brink was always saying how we have to take calculated risks as heroes and it was important to minimize the damage. Even though he wasn’t my favorite professor, he did have some good points.

Maybe there was a way to minimize the damage with Si Chi and my relationship.

The thought made my hands shake as I packed up my things.

Fifteen minutes later, I was desperately trying to stop my shoulders from hiking up any further to my ears as I walked to the union. The protestors’ shouts all across the green were deafening and did nothing for my pounding head and heart. Throughout the crowd, several people were filming for social media and I did my best to avoid them.

After a few minutes, I spotted Jordan and Marie standing a couple of yards away from a side entrance that was guarded by two burly men. My heart skipped a beat as I watched their focused eyes on each other as they spoke.

Here goes nothing.

I slowly sauntered up to them, my mind racing with something, anything decent to say.

“…well, we have to figure out a way in,” Jordan muttered.

“Hi,” I chirped.

When they both faced me, I had to force myself not to try to run. Marie’s eyebrows raised and Jordan slightly narrowed her eyes at me.

“What are you doing here?” Jordan asked.

I swallowed. “I’ve had a couple of pretty intense conversations that helped me realize that you were both right: the Woods is bigger than GOD U and I should help expose it. I’m sorry about earlier, I was scared and I still am but, I want to help in any way that I can.”

The next couple of seconds felt like a million years. Finally, Marie smiled and relaxed.

“Does this mean that you don’t care about Si Chi anymore?” she asked.

“No, I’m petrified of all the cameras but I’m trying really hard not to think about it,” I admitted.

“Well, it’s a good first step. We’d love your help,” Marie declared.

Jordan paused before sighing. “Just don’t run off again.”

I agreed. “So, you’re looking for a way in?”

Marie nodded. “But we can’t get past those two without causing a scene.”

If I had my powers, solving that would have been easy but I was on my own. I glanced at the two burly guards and cocked my head.

“Did you try flirting?” I asked.

“No, and don’t even think about it,” Jordan threatened.

I turned to her. “You’re jealous about a suggestion?”

Jordan shrugged and Marie chuckled.

“Fine, that’s off the table.”

“Do you know a teleporter?” Marie asked.

“Well, there’s Gia Sharpe from Beta Ro but she’s probably inside already,” I offered.

Jordan started rolling her eyes but paused and grinned when she saw something. “That might not be necessary.”

Marie and I followed her gaze and I gasped when it landed on Justine and Renee. The two were standing on a nearby green and Justine was trying to direct Renee to hold the camera to really capture her dismayed expression. I slid behind Marie and put my head down.

“What’s wrong?” Marie asked.

I huffed. “It’s Justine.”

“Do you two have issues besides what she did to Emma?” Jordan asked.

“Sort of. She and her friend tried to rush Si Chi and after everything with Emma, I couldn’t let that happen,” I explained.

“And?” Marie prompted.

“And, I explained my concerns to the other sorority presidents, including Sydney and none of them wanted to promote her behavior.”

Marie smirked and Jordan’s grin deepened.

“You blackballed that bitch from every sorority?” Jordan teased.

“No, I just gave the other presidents information I thought they could use,” I defended.

“That’s pretty badass, Y/N,” Marie stated.

I smiled as my stomach flipped. “Anyway, I know that she doesn’t know that I did it but I have a feeling that she would take any opportunity to make me look bad.”

Jordan glanced at me for a second before turning her gaze back on Justine. Jordan’s jaw clenched and there was a new glint in their eyes that only appeared right before a fight. As she started approaching them, I moved to stand next to Marie.

“What are you doing?” Marie whispered.

“Causing a distraction,” Jordan called over her shoulder.

I gulped and stared as Jordan called Justine before delivering a right hook to her jaw. Justine stumbled for a second before straightening up, her jaw askew. She snapped it back into place with a flick of her hand and hissed something back at Jordan. Seconds later, Jordan was beaming in the middle of a full-on brawl.

“Does Jordan always get like this when they fight?” Marie asked.

“Yes. One time, they almost got us kicked out of a club because they sent a group of guys to the hospital.”

“Almost?”

“Cate.”

“Oh.”

I smiled as Jordan dodged one frat boy’s sloppy left side kick only to spin him to collide with another frat boy that was approaching her from behind. “They look really good when they fight, though.”

Suddenly, the guards rushed past us, and Marie grabbed my arm.

“Let’s go before you start drooling.”

Victoria’s makeshift green room was immaculate and complete with various notes for the town hall and water bottles and snacks. She also looked immaculate in her navy-blue suit and perfectly coiffed dark hair. Her eyes were wide, eerily wide, and it felt like she saw everything. Those eyes watched Marie with intensity as she explained everything with the Woods and handed over the drive.

Victoria rubbed her thumb over the device and pursed her lips. “What you just expressed to me is a serious matter. Have you told anyone else?”

“We don’t trust anyone else,” Marie answered.

“Understandable.” Victoria’s slow head nod made my blood boil and I didn’t know why. “Of course, I will get this into the right hands as soon as possible.”

“And we won’t get in trouble?” I asked.

Victoria faced me. “Of course not. If anything, you and your friends should be heralded as heroes. However, I understand your concerns and appreciate your courage in coming to me.”

I nodded stiffly. “Thank you for your time. You probably have plenty of other last-minute town hall things to do.”

“Yeah, thanks for listening,” Marie agreed as she stood.

“I do but, I also wanted to speak with Marie for a moment, alone.”

Her words made my heart rate pick up and I could hear several alarms going off in my head. Something was off with Victoria but I didn’t know what and I couldn’t just drag Marie out of there with no explanation.

I turned back to Marie, and she nodded. Slowly, I stood and one of Victoria’s assistants guided me out of the room. I couldn’t stop myself from pacing up and down the hallway. There was no telling what they were talking about, and I hated not knowing.

If only---

No, that won’t be helpful. I just had to be patient and wait for her.

But patience was hard when my gut felt so uneasy like it was on a rocking boat. I’d never met Victoria until then and I knew Coco thought she was an acceptable candidate. So, I had no cause to feel the way that I was feeling.

Maybe it was paranoia or stress; both were known to make people perceive things differently.

But my intuition was never wrong.

Finally, Marie walked out of the green room, her eyes wide but she seemed okay.

“Hey, are you okay?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she confirmed.

As soon as we were out of earshot, Marie started rambling but I got the gist: Victoria was a supe with the exact same powers as Marie, she and Marie were both in the same facility as kids, and Victoria was Marie’s benefactor.

“She even told me about how she can see people’s internal organs and that it happens when you focus enough,” Marie gushed.

“That’s cool,” I mused.

The sunlight was refreshing when we got outside but it didn’t distract from the rowdy protests in front of the union. Each “Supe Lives Matter” sign made me cringe but both sides were extremely passionate. It was hard to understand why people loathed finding a middle ground so much.

“What’s wrong?” Marie asked.

“Nothing, I’m glad that we handed over the information and she was receptive,” I stated.

Marie frowned. “You’re holding back.”

The last thing I wanted to do was start a fight and I could already feel the roots of tension appearing.

“I just…I don’t have a good feeling about Victoria,” I confessed.

Marie paused in her steps and I hesitated before facing her. “What do you mean? She was our best option and she’s the one who got me in here, she can’t be that bad.”

“I know and I’m not saying she is, I just feel like something’s off.”

“Don’t start that self-sabotaging bullshit,” Marie warned.

“I’m not. You and Jordan want me to be honest and that’s what I’m trying to do. I can’t ignore my gut, Marie.”

Marie opened and closed her mouth several times. The furrow between her eyebrows was deeper than usual and I wished that I knew the best thing to say. It was difficult to tell my girlfriend that I was happy that she knew who her benefactor was but that I was also suspicious of said benefactor.

“Let’s go find Jordan,” Marie muttered.

I quietly agreed and followed Marie to the protest area since that’s where most people were. Even though I saw a couple of Greek Life people I knew, I couldn’t find Jordan.

It’s hard to say what exactly started it but in an instant, I was caught up in a sea of protestors pushing and shoving each other. Then, the shoves turned into punches and kicks. I saw several teeth get punched out of heads and people resetting their broken noses before going back in for more. All I could do was my best to dodge all the mayhem and in it, my stomach sunk when I realized that I’d lost Marie.

“Marie? Marie!” I called.

I thought I was being loud but I quickly got drowned out by the yells and grunts of the protestors. A burly jock lunged for me but I grabbed the back of his collar used the momentum to send him flying into the people behind me. I kept trying to call for Marie but got distracted by all the jostling.

Breathe, just breathe, Y/N, I thought.

Then, someone grabbed the back of my right arm and yanked me through the crowd. I yelped at the strength but couldn’t fight back as I was finally pulled to a fairly clear sidewalk. The same someone grabbed my shoulders and turned me to face them and I sighed when I made eye contact with Marie.

“Are you okay? Did anyone hurt you?” Her eyes frantically searched my face and she felt all over me for any bruises. “You have some blood on your dress.”

I gasped. “Is it mine?”

Marie shook her head and hugged me.

“There you two are, we’ve gotta get out of here!” Jordan rushed as he approached us.

Marie and I pulled away and trailed after Jordan. After a few minutes, we stopped at a clear green and I slumped against a tree.

“You didn’t get in trouble for the fight?” Marie asked.

“They didn’t catch me,” he said with a wide smirk. “How did things with Neuman go?”

“Good, she actually listened to us and said she was going to hand over everything to the proper channels.” Jordan nodded. “Did she say what would happen to Shetty?”

“She wasn’t sure but probably firing,” Marie reported before glancing at me.

I huffed and pushed myself to lean straighter against the tree.

“How long will it take?” Jordan asked.

“She didn’t say,” I answered.

“But, she’ll do it; she actually wants to help, Jordan,” Marie insisted.

Then, Jordan looked at me and I glanced down at my shoes.

“What’s going on with you two?” he asked.

“Y/N’s suspicious of Victoria even though she’s willing to help us,” Marie said.

“I just have a bad feeling and I was trying to be honest,” I defended. “Plus, Jordan brought up a good question. She never gave us a timeline or the names of those she would be speaking with. There are kids still down there.”

“I’m sure Victoria will be as quick as possible. If she was willing to help me, she must be willing to help others.”

“Wait, what?” Jordan asked.

“Victoria’s my donor,” Marie explained.

“That’s amazing.” Jordan paused and looked at me. “I’m not gonna pick sides or anything but, you both have good points. Neuman is our best option to expose the Woods and have people listen. Y/N has sensitive intuition, and she might be picking up on something. But, no one should be fighting right now, especially since we just made up.”

“I didn’t mean to start a fight,” I pleaded.

“It’s not a fight, it’s a disagreement and I’m okay with dropping it for now if you are,” Marie offered.

I nodded.

“Good.” Jordan stepped closer to me and frowned. “You got caught up in the brawl.”

“I don’t think it was long, though, and I’m not hurt. Marie found me but I was able to evade several people; I even threw a guy further into the crowd.”

Jordan smiled. “That’s my freshie.”

I didn’t have long to bask in the praise since my vision was overrun with the clearest image I’d had in a long time. Cate was standing in Shetty’s pristine living room and the older woman was cowering against the wall, eyes blown wide with fear and shaking her head.

“Cate, please, don’t do this, you don’t have to do this,” Shetty’s voice echoed.

“Yes, I do, you gave me no other choice.” Cate’s voice was hollow and her eyes were bloodshot. Then, my gaze fell down to her hands and in one, she held a sizable butcher knife.

When I blinked, Jordan, Marie, Emma, and Sam were looking back at me. I flinched a little.

“Do you zone out a lot?” Sam asked.

“No, Y/N just had a vision,” Emma replied with a grin.

I slightly nodded and pushed myself off the tree. “We need to get to Cate, now.”

Shetty’s house was as pristine as any college dean’s would be: the houseplants throughout the house accentuated the ivory and pastel décor and the scent of chamomile filled the house. The space in itself oozed serenity but I felt my skin buzzing as I traipsed through the house with my friends.

Just like in my vision, Cate was standing in the living room, her back facing us. Across the room, Shetty cowered against the wall and kept trying to crawl to no avail.

“Cate, what’s going on?” Jordan asked.

When she turned to us, everyone else gasped except me. Cate’s pupils were dilated, and her eyes were redder than I’d ever seen them. Her arms rested at her sides and the butcher knife glinted in one of her ungloved hands. Cate’s loose posture would have been more concerning if I hadn’t seen what I saw.

“You were fast,” Cate commented.

“We were on our way when you called me,” Marie shared.

“I caught a glimpse of what was going on and thought we should all talk,” I added.

Cate smiled and walked over to me. “Your powers are back, that’s amazing.” She went to grab both of my hands, but I flinched.

“Thanks,” I muttered.

“Y/N, please, help me,” Shetty pleaded.

Cate whirled towards her. “Shut up! Only speak when I tell you.”

Shetty immediately closed her mouth but nothing Cate said wiped the terrified expression off the dean’s face.

“Cate, I think you pushed too much. Why don’t we sit down and you tell us what’s going on?” Marie offered.

“Also, where’s Andre?” Jordan asked.

“He had to go into the city and I feel perfectly fine. I realized that it wasn’t my powers that were making me sick, it was the prescription Shetty gave me,” Cate stated.

“What?” Emma asked.

If the prescription Cate took for her headaches somehow dulled her powers, then that meant…

“She gave you suppressants,” I concluded.

Cate nodded. “Exactly.” She turned away and started walking towards Shetty. “When Indira came home, I got her to admit to everything she’s been doing. Plus, the clips I saw from the town hall inspired me. We’ve been letting non-supes control us for far too long. They’re just scared of us because they know we should be the ones running things.”

While Cate was partly right about some non-supes being scared of supes, that didn’t mean the answer was to subjugate all of them. The situation was worse than my vision led me to believe and I wracked my brain for the best words.

“Cate, you don’t have to do this. We gave over all the information to Neuman and she’ll get it out soon,” Marie offered.

“Yeah, all of this will be exposed and Shetty and everyone else involved will face the repercussions that they should,” Jordan added.

Cate seemed unimpressed as she glanced at the knife in her hand. “That’s too good for Indira.” She faced the woman. “You brainwashed me and made me believe I was helping Luke when I was part of the reason he died. I should have reported you as soon as I got suspicious.”

Shetty shrunk away from her as much as possible and made some sort of noise behind her closed lips.

“Cate, that’s enough,” I tried.

The blonde turned to me. “Don’t you want to know why she wanted us to stay so close? Just ask and I’ll make her say.”

“You don’t have to do that, Y/N,” Jordan said.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” Emma voiced.

 As I stared at the petrified dean, my curiosity didn’t matter. What did matter was that Cate was unhinged and I had to talk her down. She didn’t have her gloves on, which meant that she could peek into any of our heads at will. The best solution was to keep my head as clear as possible.

I took a deep breath and did my best to sweep away any annoying thoughts.

“I appreciate the thought but it’s okay. I don’t care about that anymore; I care about you.” I approached Cate like a zookeeper would approach a tiger. Her eyes never left mine and I forced myself to relax as I grabbed her free hand. “I’m still hurt by what you did but that doesn’t mean I hate you; none of us hate you. You’re one of my best friends and I know you have good intentions and Shetty took advantage of that.”

Cate nodded and breathed. “She did.”

“Yeah. So, why don’t we get out of here and let the police or whoever’s in charge of taking down people like her do their jobs? We can go get milkshakes at Vought-a-Burger if you want.”

Cate paused for a moment and mulled over my words. My heart rate felt like it raised with each passing second. Then, she eyed me. “Thanks for trying, Y/N but this is for your own good.”

“Cate---”

“Indira, tell Y/N what your plans were for her,” Cate cut me off.

Shetty sat up and responded, “Upon receiving your application and seeing your powers, my plan was to admit you into the school but admit you to the Woods before the end of your first semester.”

“What?” The word felt like it was punched out of me and I took a step away from Cate.

Shetty continued, “A future probability supe with a ten percent margin of error is too dangerous. There is no way of predicting any of your moves or motives and I wanted you sedated and monitored. But Brink stopped me just before sending out acceptance letters; he insisted that you were much more useful in the classroom than you were in a lab.”

My stomach churned as I kept backing away from Cate, whose gaze never left mine, and Shetty. I could feel my neck and shoulders tense and I suddenly felt lightheaded.

“Stop,” I requested.

“Keep going,” Cate instructed.

“Cate, stop!” Emma pleaded.

“She needs to hear this.”

“I disagreed with him but set up check-ins with you in an attempt to get his perspective. On first impression, I knew that you were intelligent but anxious and you had no malintent in your power use. I paired you with Cate as a peer mentor because I knew she would be able to keep a close eye on you and make sure you were taking your medicine without being suspicious,” Shetty articulated.

“Did you put me on power suppressants too?” I asked.  

“Partly. In each session, I made sure to play upon your insecurities, which would heighten your anxiety. You had so much self-doubt that your attempts to strengthen your powers were limited. Also, the medication I gave you only included a minimal amount of anti-anxiety medication. It also included power suppressants that dulled your abilities but not so much that you would notice.”

For a year and a half, I aired out all my insecurities, fears, goals, and grievances with Dean Shetty. She’d always made me feel secure in her office and was quick to offer advice. She listened every time I cried about my parents and gave me ginger tea after each episode. The fact that she’d been manipulating me and drugging me this whole time made it feel like the floor fell out from under me.

When I remembered she wanted me committed underground, I had to take really deep breaths.

She never cared about me or Cate; we were the enemy. Everything we told her was just more ammo that she could use.

“You never helped me; you almost made me worse,” I hissed.

“You’re too dangerous, all you supes are! It’s just a matter of time before you kill us all!” Shetty snapped.

“So, you kill us first?” Jordan shot back.

Shetty didn’t respond but glared defiantly at Jordan.

“She’s the enemy, Y/N, they all are. We can’t let them control us anymore,” Cate insisted.

 “But hurting her doesn’t make us any better,” I whispered.

Cate nodded slowly. “I’m sorry you feel that way.”

She turned on her heel and walked back over to Shetty and I couldn’t take my eyes off the knife.

“Cate, wait, I get that Shetty’s deplorable, but she isn’t worth killing,” I pleaded.

That and all my other pleas fell on deaf ears as Cate walked over to Shetty. She turned to me and glanced at the others behind me, all were similarly asking her to stop.

“Slit your throat, Indira,” Cate ordered, handing the butcher knife to Shetty.

The woman easily accepted it and obeyed the commandment in one swift motion. The gurgling noises were the worst and my hands slapped across my mouth as I forced myself to take deep even breaths. Then, Marie brushed past me, gently pushing me closer to the others as she approached Cate.

Marie stretched a hand towards Shetty but Cate grabbed her arm.

“Cate, let me help her,” Marie insisted.

“I can’t do that. This is what she deserves,” Cate said slowly.  

For a moment I froze. Part of me wanted to lunge forward and free Marie and the other wanted to get as far away from the bloody scene as possible. Either way, I knew that I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the life slowly draining from Shetty’s.

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Fic-o-Ween Day 1

For Fic-o-Ween 2024 put on by @noots-fic-fests! All characters by @lumosinlove

The first (and hopefully not only) chapter inspired by the Mafia AU invented on the Hazelnoot discord server:

Sitting on the couch in his apartment living room, Leo was interrupted from struggling not to let his eyes skip lines during a very suspenseful moment in his book when he heard a loud crash from the kitchen. He jumped up and swung around the door jam to see all his nice pans on the floor…again.

His roommate looked up at him with wide eyes from where he stood by the coffee maker, “I swear I didn’t touch it!”

Leo sighed, “It’s not your fault, Finn. That rack keeps falling down because apparently these wall anchors do not hold their advertised weight!” He huffed. The cabinet space in their tiny New York apartment was abysmal, so hanging up his pans like they do in those fancy kitchens with marble counters or copper detailing seemed like the best option.

“Could also be these shitty walls,” Finn chirped and tapped the wall behind him.

“Yeah, that too,” Leo returned Finn’s grin and could tell he was also thinking about how well they can hear the music from the online Zumba class that one of their neighbors attends religiously. “I’m just going to have to get a stud finder at the hardware store. You have a drill, right?” Finn grimaced and shook his head. “Then a drill set, too.”

Finn clapped a hand on his shoulder as he brushed by with his travel mug, “I would offer to go with, but I’m headed into the office.”

“What? Finn, it’s Saturday.”

“A journalist never rests!” And he was out the door.

Leo looked at the small tear through the dry wall from the anchor being ripped out forcefully and sighed again. He stacked his pans on a clear spot on the counter and went to collect what he needed for a walk to the hardware store.

~

The bell on the door jingled overhead as Leo entered the shop. The closest one he could find on maps seemed to be a family-run place without much information on the page at all—just the open hours and a handful of reviews, no website or pictures of the inside. Leo would have to agree with kathybee309, it was surprisingly warm and inviting as soon as he stepped inside. He couldn’t see the check-out counter from the door, but clear, handwritten indices at each aisle directed Leo to the stud finders. He was holding two options in his hands, trying to think of a reason he shouldn’t just get the cheapest one, when a soft voice spoke up to his right.

“Are you finding everything you need?”

Leo noted an accent and looked up quickly only to almost drop what he was holding. The employee that spoke to him was decently shorter than him and had a combination of curly chocolate hair, bright green eyes, and prominent muscles—truly the way his heavy apron cinched around his waist and barely covered the width his denim-wrapped thighs was criminal—that had Leo a bit weak at the knees. “Umm, hi, yeah I think I’m um good,” he stammered. “Just,” a nervous laugh, “trying to decide.” Leo held up the stud finders and tried to make his smile friendly and not as painfully awkward as he currently felt.

The store employee walked closer to him and examined the options in his hands before meeting his eyes again. At this distance Leo could read his nametag: Logan. “What are you working on?”

“Oh, I’m just trying to hang up my pans. The darn wall rack keeps falling out, so I decided to go a little more heavy duty than dry wall anchors.” He held up one of the stud finders and tried to joke, “need some studs.” Logan gave him a smile, small and breathtaking.

“Well, they’ll both work for that, but this simpler one should be sufficient,” Logan tapped his finger on the cheaper one. Yeah, Leo would say that they were working just fine considering the person in front of him. “Is that all?”

“Yep,” Leo nodded, no thoughts in his brain.

“Trés bon, you can follow me back to check out.” Logan jerked his head back the way he had come and started down the aisle. Leo hurriedly put the other stud finder back and trailed after Logan, almost tripping when he noticed the way his ass moved in those tight jeans. He kept his eyes fixed on the back of Logan’s head for the rest of the short walk to the register.

It wasn’t until Leo had closed his apartment door behind him that he realized that he completely forgot about the drill. He leaned against the door and cursed quietly. At least this time he would be prepared for the hardware store hottie and maybe not make quite as big of a fool out of himself.

~

He had decided to give it a day, with the hope that Logan would not be working so that he could avoid further embarrassment. The other half of his brain really wanted to see the hot employee again, convinced that this time he would be able to successfully flirt.

“This is a terrible idea,” Leo murmured under his breath as he rounded the sidewalk and came upon the beautifully carved dark red-brown doors set into the corner of the building.

He beelined to the drill section upon entering and luckily didn’t have as much trouble choosing this time. He came from a Milwaukee household. His eyes bugged out a bit when he saw the prices, “Jesus, that’s expensive.” Good thing his new job paid pretty well.

“We actually have a sale going for those right now.” Leo jumped at the voice behind him and turned to see a familiar, unfairly handsome face.

“Logan, hi,” Leo recovered quickly and came to the conclusion that he would have been far more disappointed to not see Logan today.

“I feel a bit at a disadvantage with you knowing my name when I don’t know yours.”

“Oh lord, where are my manners? My name’s Leo,” and he reached out to shake Logan’s warm, callused hand. He couldn’t squash the urge to explain himself, “I realized yesterday that a stud finder is a little useless without a drill and screws .”

Logan turned to the opposite shelves and scanned them for a second before picking up a box of screws. “These should work well for dry wall and studs.”

Leo offered a winning smile, “What would I do without you?” and took the box from Logan, quite possibly deliberately brushing their fingers together.

Logan looked up at him for a beat too long before stepping back. He cleared his throat, “Just doing my job. Do you need anything else?”

After taking a quick survey of what was in his hands—drill, drill bits, screws—Leo responded, “nope,” and followed Logan to the counter. In effort to keep the conversation going as Logan was ringing him up, he commented, “the front doors are gorgeous.”

“Merci. That was a long project, but one of my favorites. I can’t stand painted front doors.”

Leo chuckled, “Neither can my mama.” He looked behind him in the direction of the front of the store, “I can’t believe you made them,” turning back to look at Logan again, “y- that’s incredible.”

He was rewarded with another small smile, but this one had a tinge of something sad, “Oh I didn’t do them on my own. I was mainly helping my father. This whole store was his passion project.”

“Hell of a successful passion project, I bet I’d be astonished to see what he could accomplish with his day job!”

Logan’s smile twisted confusingly wry, “His day job wasn’t as important to him,” then that same sadness again, “But we’ll never really know what all he could have done, he passed several years ago.”

Trying to temper his shame of talking with Logan about his dead father with the fact that Logan brought him up, Leo erased the shock off his face and brought one hand up to squeeze Logan’s shoulder, “I’m sure he feels at peace knowing you are carrying on the legacy of what he loved.”

“Well, he’s not the only legacy-carrier, are you Lo Bear?” a voice called, and a young woman emerged from the back. Leo dropped his hand. If he hadn’t already guessed that they were related from her statement, he would have known just by looking at her. They could have been twins, but her green eyes were piercing through him where Logan’s were a warm, solid weight.

Logan, with color on his cheeks, huffed, “Leo, this is my sister Noelle.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Noelle.”

“Likewise,” she cocked her head at him. “What brings you here this fine Sunday morning?”

“Oh, just trying to hang stuff up in my kitchen. Not enough cabinet space.”

“An eternal struggle in Gryffindor.”

Leo chuckled, “Yeah, I’m finding that out.”

“Did you move here recently?”

“Yes, actually I moved here only a few months ago.”

“For a job?”

Leo was starting to get slightly unnerved by the accuracy of her guesses but tried not to let it show, “yes ma’am.” Logan had finished putting his things into a bag and pushed it his way while glaring at his sister. He looked between the siblings for a second before politely saying, “well I’ll let y’all get back to work. It was nice to see you again, Logan.”

Logan turned back to him and his gaze softened, “come back any time, Leo.”

~

As soon as Logan heard the sound of the door swinging shut behind Leo, Noelle jumped up and hastily looked around the store, but it was empty. She turned back towards Logan, who furrowed his brows at her.

“Thank god I was here today. You need to be more careful, Lolo.”

“Quoi?” Logan looked around in confusion, “What are you talking about?”

“Are Jackson and Evgeni here?”

“Ouais, of course. What’s going on?” Logan’s eyes started darting around the store and his fingers gravitated towards the handgun strapped to the underside of the counter.

“Nothing right now.” Noelle flashed him a quick smirk, “I thought you were just flirting with a customer and wanted to come out and see, but then I got a good look at him. The tall blond cutie pie is not what he seems, he’s the newest detective on the Gryffindor police force.” At Logan’s wide eyes, she tacked on, “Ouais, the ones who would have us in handcuffs if they even so much as caught a whiff of what’s going on.”

“Merde,” Logan breathed out. While he wouldn’t have pegged Leo as a cop in a million years, he could see how his underlying air of quiet confidence would make him an effective detective. Still, he seemed too genuine to be at the shop secretly sniffing around for a case, and Logan had a good bullshit detector, “I will be more careful, Noelle, but I don’t think that’s why he was here.”

“I trust you, Logan, just don’t let that pretty smile blind you.” Noelle ruffled his hair and stepped back, “I’m gonna head back to Maman’s. I love you.”

“I love you too, Nolly.” Logan waved goodbye and waited until she was out of sight before he sat down with a loud exhale, running a hand through his hair.

He wished that knowing Leo was, in essence, his enemy had halted his fantasies about the man altogether, but it had unfortunately and predictably only intensified his desire. It was unusual for him to feel a connection with someone so quickly, without really knowing them at all, but Leo was special somehow, just like… Logan shook his head.

Why was such a seemingly sweet guy working for such a corrupt system? Why did Logan have the urge to trust him anyway? He opened his laptop and set to find out everything that he could about Leo, the new detective at GPD, for his family’s safety, of course.

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↪ Female Headcanons

↪ Fandom — Diabolik Lovers | Azusa Mukami & Kanato Sakamaki

↪ Words — 2.2k

↪ Warnings —NSFW under the pictures, mentioning of abuse, at the end of each a short shipping thing

↪ Notes — I'm gonna get straight to the point: I am a simp for those two and I am a simp for woman, so here you have me actually just yapping about my toxic (yuri) wifes ;–; Maybe I can excite someone as much as I am

I have a big Pin-Page with just the vibes I get from them so yeah— and because in some things I have a really specific view, I couldn't find things that matches them 100%, but I tried to make a little mood board for each of them, which should capture the vibe at least a bit

English isn't my first language-

Female Kanato

We gonna start with the basic here: Body, Hair and Clothes

Body: I absolutely see her having a slim build. Not much curves and even tho she is skinny the waist isn't really waisting- it's more of a straight build. Good visible collarbone. BUT as much I would love to say that with the slim build comes an A-Cup or even less, something in my mind is saying “No. It's a good B-Cup” 

And she hates it! All the dresses and blouses are cut and sewn to fit her slim build so the B-Cup is ruining it for her. It's not fitting. Not looking right! So she tends to put one or two very tight tops under the clothes to press her chest down. With the dresses or blouses it works but before they are put on? It actually makes them more noticeable. The tight top is doing justice! Not in her eyes, but for who ever has the chance to see it. 

Hair: It's long. Over her chest and it falls in light curls normally. But I see her mostly styling it very dramatic, very ornate, tight curls, pinned up with some headpiece to it.

And as much as she braids her hair before sleeping, puts it into a bun, a bonnet, whatever- It will be a mess when she wakes up. Knots, bird nests, cow licks, whatever you wanna call it. And after brushing through it it will look decent but not good enough for her. 

So waking up hours before school or any event outside the house, is needed for styling her hair (in her eyes). Even one hour of sleeping in means to accept that the hair is going inside a “messy” hairstyle or just gets covert. 

Clothes: I will put it simple, I see her dressing in a Victorian goth vibe of style mostly. But with more embroidery, more layers and on some dresses lots of ruffles. The nightgown? A white high cut dress which just falls over her body, some ruffles at the end. 

Also white goth. 

But I also see her in some more chaotic dresses and blouse combinations. Patterns, belts, some layers that only match styled correctly. I would like to say a more Punk style, but I think that is not what would describe it good enough- And that are the clothes for outside. 

Inside it is more simple. Mostly some plain but still cute and pretty dress with some cardigan over it. Or a loose blouse with a long skirt. 

I don't really see pants, maybe in combination with a shorter skirt, but then more like those puffy vintage pants. Maybe for sleeping some shorts but more common is a loose dress. 

Always wanting to look as eternal as possible! 

Accessories are based on the style she is wearing. Nothing too much, they are more like a little detail then a big eyecatcher. 

Not much make-up. But she really likes to bring out the light skin, the eyes and play around with some red tones around the eye and for the lips. Nothing too much, just little accents. She believes in her vampire beauty and doesn't want to ruin it. 

Skincare is a must! Washing the dirt from the day away, massaging the skin and pulling every hair out that is not meant to be there. 

Very picky with what comes on the face. Even the soap needs to be perfectly decided on and dare one of the others touch it. Not even the Partner. No. Hands off. 

To her luck body hair isn't a problem. Light hair and not even much. Still she will rip it out. No shaving because it will grow back too fast and the feeling of the hair growing back is giving her the ick. So it's getting brutally ripped out. 

For the Character I think it won't change much. Probably she will go more on the psychological side. More of the fake crying, Gaslighting, making you feel bad, arguing with you and threatening you but the physical impact is going down a little. 

Still she will get on top of you and stab you with a fork if you piss her off. She's still a vampire so strength isn't the problem. It's more of the “I have a reputation / the role I have to maintain” that holds her from being too physically abusive. Because I see her holding on to the “A girl has to be…” thing. 

Mommy Issues are not going away. She absolutely had a phase where she didn't wanted to look like Cordelia at all but at this point she is back in her “I am the only one looking like her, she must be so proud, that's a gift”. 

She had sewn a dress that resembled Cordelias and she wore it but hated herself in it. She thought it didn't suit her at all and having that much of a cleavage made her uncomfortable. She needs the high-closed clothes. 

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Moaning mess. Don't argue. 

Extremely sensitive in some areas, so touching them is only allowed by the partner. I see those areas to be her rib/underboob area and the sides of it, the inner thighs are hellish to touch, also the back of her ears. The nape is also sensitive but bearable. 

It is a good 50/50 between pillow princess, absolutely getting lost in the feeling and her having her fun and not letting the other do anything. So either you gonna get caged until she is satisfied or you gonna get tied up and better start praying.

Head between her legs! She will say she hates it and that it isn't even that good, but the moment you get her to agree to it, she wants to bury herself. Gripping tight into the sheets, your hair, anything she can grab and not holding back on the moans. That angelic voice needs to be heard. Extremely sensitive, so even the slowest lick or the way of kisses down there is going to make her shake. 

But that loss of control is what makes her say “I hate it”. Being so lost and surrendered to another one is scary. So if she says yes, she is trusting you with her life. 

She will have her fun with you. Sitting on top, taking control, making you beg. Even when she is a mess herself, the joy and satisfaction of having you surrender is more worth than her pleasure. Or at least that is what you hope. Because the fact she gets off on having you surrender is speaking more for her selfish wishes. 

Will bluntly say if she wants to have Sex. Maybe she will say it in some “romantic” way but the hint is not a hint. Also will drag you to her room. Or just take you wherever you are. It's still Kanato. If the lake is looking good, then the lake it is. (I'm sorry-) 

Bonus

Totally not a lesbian, couple, thing or so— (it totally is) She is jealous on how effortlessly good looking Azusa is in the morning. Hair sitting perfect, skin clear even without daily skincare, and the random shirt that is grabbed for sleeping is hugging her body just right. No business to look like the angles kissed you. 

Female Azusa

Let's start with my angel! Same pacing as before-

Body: I had some trouble with it, but in the end I decided on a kind of hourglass figure, not like 90-60-90 but visible curves, if she would stand straight you could see them. Even tho her hips are more on the wide side her ass isn't that big. More on the smaller side, but still good looking in some pants. Her chest is a big B-Cup to a C-Cup actually, but really showing it is not the vibe. More on accident than on purpose. 

And they are squishy. Perfect pillow, perfect stress ball. 

Hair: Shaggy. It's around the shoulders, in a very layered haircut which just falls good without styling. She got that years ago and never changed it because she really likes to stand up, maybe brush through it and go outside. 

From time to time she will put it into a ponytail or make more volume, but really styling it isn't working for her. She tried it but after burning herself multiple times on the flatiron or the curliron, she stopped. Not because burning herself was a problem, but she learned that she will not get it right.

Also fried her hair off at some point. It was fixable. 

She tends to play with her hair when bored or stressed, so it gets oily very fast which leads her to washing it almost every second day. Also she likes the fluffy feeling it has after washing. 

Clothes: I would say there is a style but there isn't. I like to think she is living the “grab into the wardrobe and take whatever” lifestyle. But mostly it is some comfortable clothes. Knitted sweater, long skirts, loose shirts and some pants. Long cardigans or thin jackets.

Even when she is just grabbing whatever it still has some vibe to it. A creative one. She will put the long skirt over the jeans, if she is feeling like it. It will look chaotic but still kind of cute. It just matched her vibe in general. 

Inside it is mostly a shorts and a shirt. Sometimes a long skirt. At home she wants to be as comfortable as possible. So if the shorts are bothering her, she will take them off. The shirt isn't feeling right? Off with that. A Sports bra is all that's needed. 

Can't bother to put on a real bra. They are not comfortable but also not painful enough. So no need to have them- Either it's a sports bra or nothing. 

She can wear a fancy dress and probably will for the right reason, and she will look fabulous!

For sleeping it's mostly some short shorts or just pantys with some shirt thrown over. Comfortable and easy to remove if it gets too hot.

She wears rings and some thin necklaces. Mostly silver because it is complimenting her skin and eyes. Thought about getting piercings, but mostly just for the pain. 

And the pain it was that got her the chest piercings. 

Sometimes she tries to cover her eyebags but more than that? She can't bother. From time to time Kou does her make-up and it looks amazing, but she herself is not skilled with those brushes. 

Once a week a very hot bath, with some hot towel over the face and some selfcare is the way to go! She doesn't see the point in doing care every day, so washing her face every third day or so must do it. To her luck her skin is good. 

The only thing she keeps up with is waxing herself. And because her hair is actually pretty strong it tends to hurt or bleed from time to time. Nothing she wouldn't like- 

For the character I also don't see that much of a difference. Still bluntly saying every weird thought she has, still cutting open your skin if she wants and asking you to do the same. 

But I think she tends to be a little more clingy. Not annoying, but holding onto your hand, pressing against you if you let her. Being a little puppy. Following around, watching, holding you close. 

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Service Queen. Your pleasure is hers. 

Soft moans and more whimpers and holding her breath then really moaning out loud. 

Will get off on getting cut and dangerous things. You know those Mafia Dark Romance Gun put inside things? Yes. That. Maybe a knife too- 

Her most sensitive area is her neck and back. Trail kisses down there and she will blush.

Even tho she likes pain and all that, tugging on her nipple piercings isn't her favourite. She likes it more if they are handled carefully, played with a little. The thrill of “maybe they tug on it unexpected” is better for her than the tug itself.

Wants to get overstimulated most of the time. Make her cry. She wants that. 

But you know what she also wants? Overstimulated you. Getting you to have the same good feeling she craves. Pleasing her partner is a hobby for her, she loves to do it and expects praise after it. 

But if you praise her she will do it again and again and again. 

She is living for the thrill, so she will tend to give her body in strangers hands to not know what will happen. Glady she stopped that after having multiple discussions with Ruki and the others about that. 

Wants to try new things from time to time. Mostly things that seem weird or hurtful. 

When she is horny she will let you know. Maybe not saying it directly because it is something she tends to feel embarrassed about because of how random it happens to her, but she will give you hints. 

If you don't get them it's okay, then she will sit through it. 

Bonus

Also totally not a couple thing- (definitely) She thinks that all those complex dresses and hairstyles are hiding the true beauty Kanato has to offer. She prefers her with freshly brushed hair and a comfy skirt or that tight top, over her layered dresses. Nonetheless she loves to watch Kanato getting dressed up. 

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SCP doctor dateable types? I saw your stardew valley one and thought it was really good

OMG OMG OMG YES

Quick little note guys I am working on more fanfics 🤭 okay enjoy

SCP doctors and their “types”

Characters: Jack Bright, Alto Clef, Benjamin Kondraki, Simon Glass, Dr Gears

Genre: idk just Headcanons

Includes: Headcanons of what I think their “types” would be, and a headcanon of what I think their favourite song would be as an extra treat 🤭

Warnings: IDK this is just my characterization of the characters, if they don’t fit into your own characterizations then write ur own fics. This is going to be rlly similar to the stardew one because I’m unoriginal. Always remember that these guys would love you no matter what you look like or how you are !! This is just what I think.

Moving on

Dr. Jack Bright

He’s definitely looking for someone with similar energy as him

Maybe even willing to play some pranks with him

But I also feel like he wouldn’t mind someone with opposite energy

Shy, quiet type, yk?

I think he would love to date someone who’s a little bit more “alternative”

Or generally people with good style

Lord knows he doesn’t have it but he would love if you did

Someone with a nice voice for sure

He also just wants someone who will be there for him, and comfort him when he needs it

Very touch deprived so maybe someone with a love language that’s physical touch

Anyways I think his favourite song would be Porn star dancing - My Darkest Days

Dr. Alto Clef

He wants Someone LOUD

Someone who will blast music if a room gets too quiet, or someone who will sit and talk for hours about anything

Also someone who’s bold, or up for any challenge, and not afraid to speak their mind

Loves people who express themselves

I think he’s decently tall so he likes people shorter than him

Also people with nice hair

He’s he’s a thigh guy for sure

He likes people who play instruments of course

I feel like style wise, he likes anyone. Emo, preppy, whatever, he loves and supports it

As for his favourite song, DONTTRUSTME - 3OH!3 takes the cake

Dr. Benjamin Kondraki

He likes quiet people

He also likes people who know how to be calm even in the worst, most stressful situations.

People who know how to be safe around SCPs so he can be sure they won’t get hurt

He likes people who smell good tbh

He also likes tall people

Even if they’re shorter than him, if they’re moderately tall he loves it

Loves people with long hair

He would like to play with it and (try to) style it

He like people with piercings. Nothing over the top, but he thinks enough piercings look amazing on people

His favourite song is heart shaped box - nirvana

Dr. Simon Glass

He likes people who are quiet, but confident.

And people who know how to hold up a conversation

People with nice pretty hands too

And painted nails

Pls pls paint his nails

He likes people who are smart and rational

Also people with dyed hair lol

He likes tall people

Definitely likes rational people

And people who are skilled at things

Anyways the award of his favourite song goes to Such Small Hands - La Dispute

Dr. Gears

Likes people that are quiet and reserved

And calm

Definitely likes people who like to read

He also likes people who know how to cook/bake

And people who are smart ofc

Wants someone that has good grammar

I feel like he likes generally anyone and doesn’t care how they look

He doesn’t care about style either

He doesn’t have a favourite song.

Hope you guys enjoyed lol I tried my best

Sorry for never posting I’m working on it

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Pairing: Coriolanus Snow/Sejanus Plinth

Tags: possibly ooc - takes place two years before canon - coryo is weirdly nice - idk guys this is so lovesick and fluffy I'm not used to it

Summary: Having a crush on the handsome boy you share classes with has got to be the most embarrassing thing to happen to someone. Like, seriously: how do you hide it without failing? Or, Sejanus Plinth is caught staring at Coriolanus Snow during class.

Notes: inspired by the headcanon @incorrect-pipravi sent, which you can find here. Was supposed to be a small drabble and instead ended up 2k words (which is shorter than what I usually write anyway.)

Also damn I haven't posted my writing on tumblr since FOREVER it's been ages fr. So this is your reminder that other than bitching about coryo and sej I also write

you can read it on ao3 here

Sejanus kept staring at his reflection in the mirror, fixing his hair. He wasn’t one to usually care about his looks, as long as he looked decent enough to go out in public. But lately he felt like had to be at his best, even going as far as thinking of wearing his favorite sweatshirt (the blue one Coriolanus gave him for his fourteen birthday, he had been the only one to show up at the party he had organized), but the weather was definitely too hot for that one. Besides, the uniform was mandatory at the Academy.

“Sejanus, why are you still here? You have to hurry if you don’t want to be late!” His mother entered the room, looking at him with worry. Sejanus turned with an apologetic look.

“Don’t worry ma’. I’ll be fine.” He said. Mrs. Plinth nodded and walked over to him, patting him on his back.

“You look perfect, darling. I’m sure this secret girl you seem to like so much will adore you!”

“Ma’!” Sejanus heavily blushed, gently pushing his mother away in embarrassment. The old woman chuckled, smiling at her son.

“There’s no need to be ashamed of it. Everyone has their first crush at some point.” She said, trying to reassure her son. Sejanus wanted to laugh. Of course his mother didn’t know. There was no way she could have found out on her own, and he never said anything. She was convinced Sejanus was in love with a girl from the Academy, and he surely wasn’t going to be the one to break the news to her that said girl was actually Coriolanus Snow.

He wasn’t sure his ma’ would have minded actually. She thought Coriolanus was a good boy, and even his father appreciated him. Yet Sejanus had never told them the truth, and he wasn’t going to. Whether out of shame, or fear, it didn’t matter.

Sejanus shook his head, ignoring his mother’s comment. “I better get going now or, as you said, I’m going to be late. See you later ma’.” He said, waving at her as he walked out of the apartment.

After the short drive to the Academy he ran up the stairs rushing to get to class, even if there was no need to. They had assigned seats, he knew he'd end up sitting next to Coriolanus either way. But he also wanted to chat before class started, and Coryo always seemed to arrive awfully early, for some unknown reason.

When he finally got in the room he smiled upon noticing the curly haired boy with his head down in the textbook, probably revising for the lecture of the day. Coriolanus was a perfectionist like that, always studying, making sure everything he did was excellent, especially when it came to the Academy and his studies. Sejanus was pretty sure he had never failed one single class.

Clemensia Dovecote hadn't either, but she didn't put in half the effort Coriolanus did. Coriolanus Snow always worked much more than what was required, sometimes Sejanus wondered if it was because he wanted to be better than everyone else. Or maybe he just craved academic validation.

Either way, Sejanus thought it was extremely attractive. When he was always so carefully focused in class, and Sejanus so carefully focused on him. The way he'd bite his lip when he tried to get a particularly difficult subject, his small frown when he didn't understand something. A barely perceptible one, that he tried to hide to not show that he was confused but that Sejanus could see anyway. If he paid as much attention to the lesson as he did to Coriolanus he'd probably ace every class he took.

But Coriolanus was much more interesting than whatever Mrs. Click could ever blather about, right?

“Morning Coryo.” He greeted him, sitting next to him.

“Morning.” Coriolanus replied, without looking up from his book.

Sejanus bit his lip, trying to think of something to say to keep the conversation going. “What are you reading?”

“History of Panem.”

“You don't need to revise, I'm sure you'll do great as always.” Sejanus told him, smiling, thinking he'd complimented him. But Coriolanus sighed.

“That doesn't mean I'll stop studying for the exam.” He replied coldly, probably annoyed Sejanus interrupted him. So he nodded and left him to read, at least until Professor Demigloss arrived and started his lesson.

Sejanus tried to pay attention, he really did, but his eyes were drawn in as if by magnets to Coriolanus’ beautiful blonde curls that so gracefully fell on his face. Sejanus observed as he moved them away, his blue eyes focused on the board in front of him. He also noticed as Coriolanus started chewing on his pen while listening to Demigloss’ - rather boring - explanation.

Sejanus found himself wondering what it would have been like to kiss him, to have those lips on his. Would he have bit down on Sejanus’ lips the same way he was biting down the pen? Would he have been rough, or sweet and soft?

He always assumed Coriolanus was a rough lover, but he couldn't know for sure, maybe he would-

“Mr. Plinth, I believe the board is here and not where Mr. Snow is sitting.”

The professor's voice made him snap out of his lovefool trance, and Sejanus’ head immediately turned to face Professor Demigloss, who looked rather annoyed. He felt his cheeks grow warm, and he knew he was probably the same color as his Ma’ tomatoes when they were mature. He muttered an apology and looked down at his notes-less book, too embarrassed to meet anyone's eyes.

He could hear his classmates snicker, and he knew they wouldn't easily make him forget this. But, gosh, the worst were Coriolanus’ eyes on him.

Sejanus could basically feel his gaze, burning like his stare alone was setting him on fire, and he wanted nothing more than to get up and leave the room.

The rest of the class went on painfully slowly, Sejanus could have sworn it lasted hours. As soon as Demigloss dismissed them he instantly got up, packed his bag and left, ignoring Festus calling for him and rushing out before anyone else could make fun of him. Especially Coriolanus.

Truthfully he didn't think Coriolanus would. He never joined in with the others - especially Festus and Arachne - when they talked about him behind his back or made fun of him, ever since they were kids, so he didn't see why he'd start now. Either way, Sejanus couldn't stand the confrontation to test his assumption.

He tried to ignore Coriolanus the best he could the rest of the day, and he thought he managed. But then Coryo stopped him at the Academy entrance, right when he was about to leave once all of his classes were over.

“Sejanus? Can we talk?”

Sejanus shrugged, trying to play it dumb. Maybe if he pretended nothing happened Coriolanus would forget about it. “S-sure. About what?” He said, praying his voice didn't sound as high pitched to Coriolanus as it did to him.

“Uh, the history project we have to do? I thought maybe we could work on it together.”

Sejanus sighed in relief, covering it with a cough. He cleared his throat before raising his eyebrow. “History project?”

Coriolanus nodded. “Yes. Professor Demigloss talked about it today in class. Or were you too busy staring at me to pay attention to him?” He asked, grinning.

Sejanus started blushing, his eyes widening as his mind tried to come up with some excuse or at least a way to get out of that situation. His palms were getting sweaty and he could feel the panic rising up in his chest. “Oh, uhm, no. Obviously, I was listening. I was-”

“Sej relax. I'm just teasing.” Coriolanus interrupted him, his grin only growing wider. “So? What do you say about the project?”

Sejanus thought it was weird how Coriolanus didn't seem to mind it, but definitely didn't complain. If his friend was cool about it, then he was going to be as well. He nodded, avoiding eye contact. “Of course.”

“Great. It's due tomorrow so the sooner we start working on it the better.” Sejanus gave him a short smile, agreeing with him.

“I'd suggest going over at my place, but the cleaners are around today. They’re usually very invasive, I don’t want them scooping around while we study.” He explained, sounding annoyed. Sejanus nodded, understanding his problem. He had the same struggles with his own cleaners, though usually they left him alone when he asked.

“It’s okay, I get that. Maybe we could study at my place then?” He suggested, trying not to blush again at the thought of him and Coriolanus alone in his bedroom. Coriolanus didn’t seem to notice his struggles at keeping his cool and nodded, mumbling a ‘sure’ before following Sejanus outside where his driver was waiting for him.

Sejanus spent the drive to his house in silence, hoping his mother had gone through with her plan for the day and was out shopping. He wanted to avoid any awkward meeting between her and Coryo. But of course, when they got into his apartment, there she stood in the kitchen waiting for her beloved son. “Sejanus? Is that you?” She asked, walking over to them. Her eyes slightly widened in surprise when she noticed Coriolanus with him. “Oh! I didn’t know you were going to have friends over. Hi, Coriolanus.”

Coriolanus smiled at the woman. “Hello Mrs. Plinth. Sorry for intruding.” He said, giving Sejanus’ mother an apologetic look.

“Oh nonsense. I was about to leave anyway, I need to buy some new clothes for little Sej here.” She said smiling. Sejanus felt as if his skin was on fire at his ma’ words, and he could see in the corner of his eyes Coriolanus trying not to laugh.

“Okay well me and Coryo will be studying in my bedroom, see you later ma’.” He said quickly, wanting to get out of that situation as soon as possible. Once they got to his room they immediately started working on the project, neither of them wanting to waste any more time. Coriolanus shared his notes with Sejanus since he had taken none during class, too busy staring at Coryo.

The evening went on uneventfully, they spent most of it on the books with one snack break where Sejanus offered Coriolanus the cookies he had baked the day before, which the blonde boy seemed to most definitely appreciate considering the eager way he was eating them.

Sejanus was sitting on his bed while Coriolanus was at his desk, leaning on the chair. They were almost done with the school work when Coriolanus spoke. “Why were you staring at me?” Sejanus blushed and dropped his pen on the floor, immediately picking it up as if the falling object could have been a new source of embarrassment for him. “Earlier, in class.” He added, as if he needed a reminder of what Coriolanus was talking about.

“Uhm…” Sejanus didn't know what to say. He avoided the subject all day. He knew it was impossible for Coryo to forget about it so quickly but he wasn't expecting him to bring it up now either. Especially since he had sounded fine with the situation that morning.

Coriolanus must have noticed Sejanus was rather uncomfortable, because he immediately specified, “I'm not making fun of you for it. I'm just curious. Did I have something on my face?”

He was smiling, but Sejanus wasn’t sure it was meant to be a joke. More of a light comment to put him at ease. Though he didn't work he appreciated the effort, so much he thought Coriolanus deserved the truth, or at least half of it. Sejanus had never been good at lying anyway.

“No, nothing like that. Honestly? I was looking at your hair. And your eyes.” He confessed, avoiding the other's gaze.

Coriolanus frowned. “My eyes?”

“Yeah. They're very… blue. And pretty. It's like staring at the ocean, or the clear sky. Sorry, I know it's dumb. Just got caught up in my thoughts I guess.” Sejanus mumbled, drawing doodles on his hands as he tried to fight the urge to ramble out dumb excuses that would have led Coriolanus to realize he had a crush on him.

He had just admitted he thought his eyes were pretty, could it get worse than that?

Fortunately he didn't have to find out because Coriolanus simply nodded and dropped the subject. Sejanus didn't say anything either, but when he raised his eyes again and saw Coriolanus bouncing his leg nervously under the desk he could have sworn he saw his cheeks growing red, though he was clearly trying to hide it.

Sejanus smiled and looked down, going back to check his notes, when Coriolanus spoke again. “I like your eyes too.” He said, catching Sejanus by surprise.

“They're this dark brown color that gets lighter if you observe them under the sunlight. They look like milk chocolate chips.” Coriolanus commented, never once switching his position or raising his head to look at Sejanus as she talked. “I love chocolate.” He said, and it was clearly the end of their conversation on the matter.

He loves chocolate. He loves my eyes.

The thought kept playing loud in Sejanus’ head as he tried hard to stop his blushing, failing miserably. Maybe that day hadn't been so terrible after all.

[dollywheeler]

August 16th, 1996

Dear diary,

I saw Mike today.

The mechanic called to say the car was ready and as I had nothing better to do, I decided to go myself and pick it up. It's only a thirty minute walk, and I really needed to get out of the house for a while. Mom was driving me crazy.

Usually I would have taken the shortcut through the forest, but I wanted to look around the neighborhood. Since I've been driving I never get a chance to watch the houses anymore as I'm always too focused on the road, and I've been thinking about the future lately. The type of house I'd want to live in, the architecture and interior design. It's all a bit silly, I know, but I think Nancy would be proud of me for thinking of the future. Even if she'd probably nag at me about focusing on school first. I know it's idle, but I'm convinced it's good to have something to look forward to.

If you don't, what's the point of doing any of it?

Anyway, I was walking along Fair Street when I spotted one of those UHaul moving trucks. I don't think I've ever seen one in person before in my life; People don't move to Hawkins. And people are stuck here once they do.

I slowed down a bit to see what kind of people would be stupid enough to move to Hellhole, Indiana. I mean, I strangely love our little town, but I assume most people do their research before moving some place new, and I'm not going to pretend like the Hawkins PR team doesn't have its work cut out for them.

The house was nice. Modern but charming. The kind of house to raise a family in, or just grow old in with the love of your life. A strange choice now that I think about it. An apartment would have made more sense. It appeared to have a decent back yard as well, though maybe a bit too manicured for my taste.

I froze once I recognized Mike climbing out the back of the truck.

I know I should have realised they'd be moving back before the end of the month, but I hadn't prepared for how soon it would be. And they must have been planning this for some time if they were able to get a house like this.

He was talking to Will as he climbed out of the truck after Mike, both holding boxes as they unloaded onto the curb. His voice carried across the street, but I don't remember what he said. It wasn't important.

His hair is shorter now, though still curling underneath his ears, and he was even wearing a Star Wars t-shirt. God, I hope he won't wear that to school.

I would have gone over. I should have said hi.

But the way he threw his head back in laughter at whatever Will said to him... I couldn't. He is fine on his own.

It was a peculiar feeling, watching him from a distance; I just stood there, staring, a complete outsider to his life. I should be used to that by now, yet despite everything, I never felt it more deeply than in that moment.

He probably wouldn't even have recognized me even if he had seen me.

I drove by on my way back home. The sheriff's truck was outside - of course they were welcomed before any of us.

I didn't tell mom.

Love, Holly

[randomfoggytiger]

Another point about D is that, as what you analyzed in your mega facial meta, his features need the balance, so he can't rely just on his looks. He was a cute young man, but his "round" facial features alone are a little unappealing. I am thinking of his wrapped head after surgery (you're my touchstone), and it is possibly his worst look. Maybe it also has to do with what you have mentioned in color analysis and white is not his contrast color, but I have a hard time NOT looking at his round nose, round cheeks, and round top of short chin. I see a bloated face. It's just his face and doesn't do it, especially in a close up that makes it look like he has a big face.

Now, same face with more distraction and darker contrast, and his face looks more chiseled, thin, smaller, and he somehow becomes handsome and cute again.

This is really a lesson for everyone and our how our hair style and if we wear headbands, scarves, etc. change the perspective of our appearance. Who can pull off a cute headscarf and headband based on their facial features and who can't. If we have a "big" nose, should we stay away from headscarves? What if we have big lips and a slightly bigger than average nose but decent sized eyes? Can those balances of the facial features pull off just the focus on the face, or do we need the hair balance?

Gillian's face is beautiful, but even she needs to balance the tip of her nose. I don't know the name of her specific nose type, but I look at it almost like a parrot's nose tip because it seems to curve down. Anyhow, with her facial features, the stark platinum blonde that is sleeked back doesn't always balance out her face to emphasize her features. I find her hair in IWTB and in the last couple of regular seasons to be incredibly flattering on her. Longer and soft wavy hair seems to suit and youth-en her look.

Balance and proportion is key, definitely.

TLDR: anyone can pull off anything-- think the Barbie premiere when the masses were wearing the same color in celebration. Everyone can look great in pink-- but what kind of pink?

According to this nose chart, Gillian has a Greek nose (not a Roman/aquiline) and David has a celestial nose. They fit their noses perfectly. :DDD

Most people can look good in most things-- headbands, short hair, bald heads, blonde hair, beards, etc.-- it's just a matter of the size and proportion of each element. Thin or thick headband. Bald with a beard or without a beard. Short hair with layers or without layers, as a blunt or softened cut. Bangs, side-swept or blunt or fringe. Etc. etc.

In Gillian's case, she looks gorgeous in anything, of course-- the cheat code. Her preference currently is warmer blonde hair; and to achieve this with her pale cool skin, she spray tans. The look altogether was definitely planned by a stylist who knew exactly what they were doing; and, consequently, she has very little contrast, making her blue eyes turn gentle, watercolor blue-- very ethereal.

(Stealing the above edit from my seasonal post here.)

Sometimes though, GA's darker eyeliner and blush is too intense, and they sort of do and sort of don't go with the look. Darker red, meanwhile, creates contrast with her pale skin naturally, which then makes her eyes appear more vivid (which then pairs nicely, or better, with her dark eyeliner.)

As for the other observation: I don't think GA's nose takes up much visual or perspective space unless her haircut is really severe or sharp (S7, for example): the softness of her cheeks then looks puffy by contrast, and it strikes against the leanness of her nose. Even then, it just doesn't draw much attention to itself.

(Credit to: @mvlderfox)

Btw, her style in Orison is an excellent example of the principle of degrees: same haircut, less severely styled (much better already):

(Credit to: @emilyscully)

I guess the shorter way to say everything is: GA is able to get away with her makeup preferences via darker hair because it allows her to pull off the darker eyeliner, lips, and cheeks she wants. To maintain the blonde, ethereal look, she needs to more accurately follow her Light Simmer colors (dark browns instead of blacks, etc.) All about the visuals, baby.

As for DD and whether he'd pull off being bald--

--we can get a better idea by looking at his flat, wet hair in Duane Barry:

I don't think it would be his best look, per say. However, DD can grow a pretty righteous beard, so he could easily learn into the Biblical patriarch aesthetic. He'd be fine. :DDDDDD

Squint and he'd be bald here--

--but pair it with these beards--

--and, again, he'd be fine~. Maybe even take it down farther, thereby "lengthening" his chin to match his long forehead and long nose.

Besides, his genes seemed to have eradicated that possibility with impossible-to-contain hair. And good on him if he made efforts to keep it that thick as he got older (treatments/preventatives/proper care.) If he didn't? A miracle. XDDDD

In conclusion: both are beautiful people, and that lets them get away with a lot. But there are limits that they bump into and can play around with-- no one's perfect, after all; and fashion's a wonderfully tricky tool one can use to get away with a lot. ;))))))

[irkimatsu]

physical or emotional characteristics you would like in a human husk

Sorry for sitting on this for a bit! I'll admit, part of me was being autistic and overthinking this. Is this about what I'm personally attracted to in Husk, or what I think would be best for his story in canon? Is this about what he was like before he died, or what he'd be like if he could be human again after everything that's happened to him in hell?

I'm going with "how I see him as a human on Earth before death, and who I thought he was regardless of my own personal attractions and biases". (Well, a little bit of my own biases. No such thing as unbiased fiction. But accuracy is my priority on this one.)

First and foremost - human Husk is black. I will die on that hill until canon tells me otherwise. There could be other pieces of heritage in there somewhere - I don't think I'm qualified to speculate on that too hard - but as far as skin tone goes, he's black. I also like when art gives him dreads, it just looks right, though I'm not as much of a stickler on that matter. Gotta have some scruffy facial hair, though, I demand that much.

As for why... is it all the good fanart that made other options look wrong in comparison? Is it because he's voiced by Keith David and I just can't imagine a white guy sounding like Keith David? Those are definitely pieces of it. I know it's not canon and I'm not out here attacking people who lean otherwise on Husk's race, but as for me, he's black, end of discussion. On the shorter end of the average as far as male heights go, but he's not noticeably short in isolation. Definitely taller than my short and stout self. Weight probably fluctuates depending on his situation - his finances as a gambler would be all over the place, and so would his diet, varying between lavish meals in overpriced steakhouses, and dinners at home consisting primarily of cheese puffs and bottom-shelf beer. I do like him with a gut, though. Maybe he's just naturally predisposed to having a gut, even when he's starving. (Told you there'd be some bias.)

I'd definitely want to put decent thought about what it was like for him as a black man growing up in early 20th century Las Vegas, but without being 110% certain that anything I'm saying makes any fucking sense, I'm biting my tongue on that one. Definitely a topic I'm interested in, though.

I should also probably mention that yes, I know it's a common headcanon for Husk to be a trans man. It's interesting! I have no actual reason for not writing it myself. Not sure what to do with it, I guess? If it was canon I'd of course pay more attention to that aspect, but for now, whoops. You guys have fun, obviously! Just like with the popular ship, if anyone ever took "Irk doesn't write this thing" as "Irk thinks that thing is bad" I'd cry, don't do that

I like the name Oscar for him while alive. Saw it in a post on here once and it just felt right. Thank you, random Tumblr user I forgot who you are whoops again! Until canon tells me otherwise, he's Oscar in my heart.

I think his dress style while alive would match a similar trajectory to his Overlord-to-servant transition - a snappy dresser when he can afford it, would never be caught dead looking the least bit disheveled. Button-up shirts, freshly ironed suits, the finest colognes! But after he's a washed up divorced drunk, who gives a shit. His clothes are a lot more tattered now... but honestly, living in a place like Vegas where half the population are various flavors of downtrodden, washed-up addict, he doesn't stand out. At least he has that going for him.

Personality-wise, I think as a child and a young man, he was a big dreamer, even a bit of an attention whore. He's wanted to be a performer for as long as he can remember, ever since he started seeing magic shows and jazz bands as a kid. He may still be introverted in the sense that putting on a show is exhausting and he needs his space, but when he's in the right frame of mind, the stage is where he belongs. He worked so, so fucking hard to be a performer! He really could have been something if Vegas didn't chew him up and barf him out...

That dreamer attitude also made him a serious romantic when he was younger. If you accept a date from that man, he will spoil you. Flowers, fancy dinner (if he can afford it), a personal serenade... he doesn't fall into actual honest-to-god love very often, but when he does, he falls hard and puts everything he has into showing the person he loves that he cares. He does lean toward monetary gifts = affection, though... please, Husk, sometimes your partner really would be happiest with a hug and a song. But he doesn't see it that way, he has to keep gambling to be able to afford the lavish lifestyle his lover deserves. Fucking Vegas.

As an older man on Earth, after a turbulent divorce and decades of addiction and depression, he's a lot like the version of himself in the hotel. Doesn't give a shit about much besides where he's going to get his next drink. He does miss his dreams and wonder what could have been if he didn't screw it all up... but there's no point thinking about wasted opportunity. It just hurts. Drink it away instead. He spends his last few years alone, gambling and drinking and just waiting to finally fucking die.

Death was supposed to be a second chance for him, you know? He could pick himself, become someone again! Too bad for him that "someone" was once again a gambler, and that addiction is always going to catch up with him...

This is a rambling mess. I apologize! I just hope I answered the question correctly! Sorry if I messed it up!

[bruiseslikeblueroses]

The State of my Unions

I rediscovered Tumblr. Switched over to Bluesky. I feel like a social media refugee. I feel bad for the real refugees in Los Angeles. It seems like the city is burning to the ground. I’m really worried about my bestie. She sounded panicked when we talked last night.

As far as things go, I’m fine. Missing my new husband terribly. I can’t wait for him to move in here, Only three more weeks. This bed and end tables gets switched out for his larger set, which I am all for. My previous domestic partner died on this bed. It’s just too sad. A fresh start is a good thing.

My father wrote us up a dream lease, at least I say this without having seen it yet. Casey, bless him, will be paying 90% of the house expenses with his larger income and I will be taking care of food and tradwife stuff. That sounds quite agreeable. I don’t mind being a housewife at all. I do that anyway, because I like living in a clean house. Eating decent food

The words are coming easier now. She was right, Jami Attenberg's 1000 Words of Summer. This is a good exercise. 200 words without really thinking about it. Of course I am all hopped up of Cold Brew from Casey’s forgotten appliance. That is may secret summer survival tool. I forgot how caffeinated this stuff was, also. Two pint glasses and I’m ready to write the great American novel spew. It feels good.

Now I’m a forth of the way through. A good feeling. There is a lot of history I have with Tumblr. I am happy to see familiar faces there, as well as on Bluesky as people flee Threads. Some are staying, like I thought I’d stay at Twitter/X. I haven’t posted anything but cross promotion there is what feels like years. At least a year. 

Time moves differently now. Faster. It’s 2025 and I’m throwing away cans of food in my pantry that expired in 2019. Trying to get the place cleaned out for Casey. I love him. I love him so much. We want to get old and grey together and I am all about it. I pamper him because he is such a jewel. I made him an apple pie the other day. It’s still siting in the fridge, looking lovely. Should be delicious. He loves my cooking. He’s so nonjudgemental and loving. He’s the one.

415 words. Anything else? It’s two am. Suddenly there are so many more interesting things to do then play video games. It feels like coming alive. I could really use a bath, a nice morning soak. But I’m flying on caffeine and don’t really want to sit still for that long. At lest my hair is okay. Doesn’t need to be washed. I cut my bangs a lot shorter. They look a lot better.

I cut my own hair, I’ve been doing it that way for years. Since I moved to Reno and stopped spending a fortune on my hair and nails. The right thing to do.

Sure, the high life with Larry was nice, but I love Casey so much more. He is so much better in so many ways that I feel like we can really be happy together into old age. I am actually excited about spending the rest of my life with him.

I’ve had many lovers, paramours, wives, booty calls, but Casey is my special loving husband with the same value structure I have. That means the world. I am so happy about him moving in at the end of the month.

Today the cleaners comes and do a deep cleaning on the place. I am so glad. I am so very thankful to my parents for paying for this. I should be awake. I have to be awake, actually. I will have to find various strategies for rooms to hide out in. As the weather is chilly. Near freezing, lately.

I take out my meta glasses. Ask them the forecast. It’s 29 degrees right now. Below freezing. I wonder if it snowed tonight. I got a warning on my phone that it might. 

For some reason my glasses will only play podcasts. I fiddle with them until my Spotify Upbeat Mix comes on. Lady Gaga, Born this Way. The morning seems even more sparkling now. Music is everything.

The changes in Meta’s policies as they try to appeal to the upcoming Trump regime are disturbing. I have no stomach for bullying. As they are explicitly targeting LGBTQIA and mentally ill people, I am going elsewhere digitally for a while.

I can’t afford to leave Reno, Nevada. My psychiatric medication, my wonderful house, my five cats. My new husband. Everything is wonderful except Los Angeles is on fire and the incoming. regime I strongly disagree with. 

Hopefully I can fly under the radar. Keep my head down. Survive.

Yes, I am a bisexual woman who chose to marry a man after two wives did not work out. He’s not my beard, although he has a nice dark beard. We met on OK Cupid. It was all over once I’d read his profile and we started talking. I cleared my schedule till our first date and put on my Bettie Page heels.

I’m listening to Todrick Hall, a regular on Ru aul’s Drag Race. He makes amazing dance music. Casey said I listed to gay club music and he was not wrong. Broadway musicals, Lana Del Rey and remixes they might put on at the Abbey on underwear night. 

Discovering Violet Chachki’s musical output was a revelation. Dominatrix disco.

Since The Vivienne passed, I’ve been watching that All Stars All legends Season. Drag perfection. The Viv turns amazing looks. She looks so radiant and animated on television, it’s hard to accept that she’s gone.

Death, aging, time, change. I have no solution for my fleeting middle age, except don’t stop. Don’t stop writing. Creating. I need it more than ever now.

[kachow-i-love-being-me]

Me when I get possessed to write about cars human au

I wish I could write this much about my ocs

This is not a ship!!! Unless u want to interpret it like that :3

Cruz and Jackson (and Danny)

“Great job out there, costume girl. Third place bronze looks great on you.” Jackson Storm grimaced as he passed Cruz Ramirez after the latest race.

“Hey, what is your deal, Storm? Why do you gotta be such a dickhead all the time?” Cruz challenged him. What right does he think he has to speak to her like that?

He didn’t even turn to face her. “I don’t know what you mean.” He almost singsonged. Everything about Jackson from how he spoke to how he held his stature, even how he wore his hair and the faces he pulled, made Cruz’s skin crawl. She thought it was impossible for him not to enrage her.

“You do too know what I mean.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.” Cruz really didn’t want this to turn into a never-ending back and fourth. “Whatever.”

She trudged behind him unwillingly, in his shadow both figuratively and literally, then stopped before Storm had caught up to Danny Swervez, the guy who came in second place. He dapped him up and brought him into a celebratory hug.

“Awesome job, dude.” Danny complemented.

“Yeah, yeah same to you.” Jackson half-heartedly responded.

Cruz watched this exchange through slanted eyes. He was so fake, and Danny didn’t even realise it. She felt sorry for the number 19 racer.

Swervez always came off quite closed-off at first, even unpleasant at times. This was why he still hadn’t made any real friends among the racers. Only Cruz bothered to see past his cold front, hence why she was the only one he seemed to talk to. Of course this then meant that he was going to be buzzed with any sort of positive recognition from any of the others; the perfect chance for Jackson to make a mug of him in his weird, twisted ways.

Storm had another thing to say. “Your technique was incredible. Opening up the inside lane for me to sneak right past ya,” he grinned, “I appreciate it man.”

There it was.

Cruz felt her stomach drop as she watched Danny’s eyes switch into a look of embarrassment, he kept his smile but it was clearly weakened by the snide comment.

“Y-yeah. It was…” he struggled to find his words, but that didn’t matter because he wasn’t given the chance to say anything else.

“I’ll see you around, Swervez.” Jackson gave the shorter racer a pat on the back and let his attention be taken by the press waiting to speak with him.

Cruz didn’t want to look at him any longer. He took way too much of her attention, but it wasn’t her fault he was so infuriating it was too hard to ignore him!

She headed towards Danny and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t let him get to you. He doesn’t deserve any of your time.”

The boy smiled to her but it was clear he was a little disheartened. Jackson really needed a good telling-off. Surely there was at least some small chance of him being capable of acting like a decent human being? Cruz doubted it. He was about as ill-mannered as it gets.

Ouuu I might do more of this later idk

If not continuing this scene then definitely something else related to these characters cuz I’m a little bit slightly obsessed

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Don’t Break This Fantasy: Mtf!Bo Sinclair x gn!feminine!afab!reader

Warnings: reader is called wife (uses they/them tho), infidelity, reader’s husband is cuck holding, fingering, pussy eating, PinV, dubious consent, manipulation.

A/N: Thought of Bo as a hot woman so now you guys get this. Happy Pride Month ;3

Sweat drips down your skin as you and your husband, James make your way down the small town road to the Gas Station. You were supposed to be heading to Texas for a family visit, unfortunately two of your tires popped when James decided to take a detour.

He pulls up next to a pump and the two of you get out, a slight breeze comes throw making you sigh.

“Come on, I don’t have fucking time for you to be standing around.” James walks around the car and grabs your arm dragging you into the station. A woman stands in a mechanic’s uniform reorganizing her toolbox. “Hello? We’re looking for Bo. A man told us we’d find him here.”

“Ya found her.” She smirks and honestly if your husband wasn’t holding onto you would’ve fallen with how pretty she was. Your face felt hotter than it already was. You look down and shuffle in your mary janes.

You hear James scoff.

“Yeah okay, well I need my tires replaced. Damn things popped.”

The three of you are already on your way back into the humid Louisiana heat. Bo crouches to get a look at the tire sizes before nodding her head. You notice how short her hair is, it curls slightly, most likely due to the sweat coming off of her.

“Come on. Shouldn’t have to drag you everywhere like a child.” James snarls in your ear.

“Sorry.” You whisper, still thinking about running your hands through the woman’s hair.

“Just pull the car in here and I’ll get her fixed right up.” Bo says, already pulling out two tires. James almost drags you with him. “Don’t think it’s a two person job.” Bo jokes, James gives a tight lipped smile and lets go of you.

You talk up to Bo, your heels clacking against the cement. Shyly, your hand reaches out.

“Thank you Bo, I was worried we wouldn’t get the car fixed. I’m sorry my husband can be a pain sometimes but he is very thankful.”

The woman takes her calloused hand in yours and shakes it. “It’s not a problem, though I’d sure like to hear it from him.” Her voice is deep and gravelly. Your heart aches for her. You look up and notice her eyes. She lets go of your hands and nervously you look away.

“You have very pretty eyes.” You mumble. Your body jolts hearing your husband slamming the driver’s door.

“Thank you sweetheart. You have beautiful eyes too.”

Your breath hitches, quickly returning to normal as your husband comes up.

“I needa use the bathroom you got one?” James asks rudely.

“Yeah, it’s downstairs, Lemme help you find it.” Bo starts walking towards the back and your husband follows. You notice how much shorter your husband is than Bo. How much Bo could dominate him in a fight. You smile thinking about Bo in just a tank top, all sweaty, her running her hands through her hair as she teaches James a lesson or two.

James needed many more lessons though. He could be so awful. You just allow him to be that way though cause it’s all a tough guy act.

Bo comes up a few minutes later seemingly more sweaty. You smile thinking you’ll at least get a few minutes with her.

“So where were you two headed?” She asks pulling out a chair for you to sit on.

“To see James’ side of the family. I wanted to get there at a decent time because they’re very particular about being late but I guess that won’t happen.” The sun was beginning to set and you look at it for a second before turning your attention back to the masculine woman before you. “Never really liked them anyways. So I guess that’s good that we get to spend less time with them. Just, don’t tell James I said that. He can be-“

“An ass? Yeah I can tell.” Bo huffs, getting one wheel off. You giggle.

“Yeah, an ass. It’s all an act though. Sometimes he’ll be real sweet when he’s drunk. So I can tell he wants to be nice but he just can’t.”

Bo hums in acknowledgment. “My pa was the same way, except when he got really REALLY drunk he’d beat the shit outta me and my brothers.” Bo confesses, it sounds like a joke but you don’t take it like one at all.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. You don’t deserve that. You’re so nice and I’m sure your brothers are too.”

Bo looks over her shoulder at you. “I don’t know about me hun, but yeah my brothers didn’t deserve that shit. They’re both a lot nicer than I am. Except when my twin is riled up. You’re a sweetheart. James don’t deserve you.” Bo pops the first tire back into place. “Speaking of, he should’ve been up here by now..” Her brows furrow. “You mind helping me look for him. Don’t know how he could but maybe he got lost.”

You nod your head really just wanting to spend more time with the beautiful mechanic and you two head downstairs, you taking the lead.

A sting comes to your head, then, nothing.

-

You wake up with a gasp, feeling your hand cuffed to a long chain and pull on it attempting to get out before frantically looking around.

You sit on a dingy mattress and across from you is James. His mouth is shut, he’s strapped to some medical chair, wiggling and groaning. Your brain automatically goes to Bo. Where is she? Is she okay?

Your question is answered as soon as she walks in the room.

“You’re awake!” She claps her hands together and sits on the mattress, you lean against the wall with your brows furrowed.

“What’s going on?” You ask, watching as the mechanic licks her bottom lip.

“Well.. your husband is an asshole yeah? So, I bet he doesn’t know how to treat his wife sexually. I just wanna show him how to is all. I hope that’s okay.” Her face becomes a mock pout. Your thighs heat up and you nervously look away. “Come on sweetheart. I bet you’d like my cock better than his.”

Your face heats up and twitches. “Will you let us go after?” You ask, your stomach clenching from anxiety.

“Of course.”

You nod your head and move forward letting the woman have access to your body. She smirks wolfishly at you. Your cunt clenches around nothing. You look over at James. He still wiggling and screaming into the tape.

“Please don’t hate me. I just wanna get us out.” Your voice sounds meek, James still looks pissed but you turn back to Bo who is already reaching up your dress. Her fingers are lightly brushing over your cunt, you spread your legs wider.

“Good…” You feel the woman’s lips on your forehead and look up, not even realizing your body’s reaction you lean up kissing her chapped lips softly. She moans and dips her hand into your panties, feeling you up and down.

“God you’re so wet. Do you like me that much?” Bo teases, with your free hand you take off her hat, her curls become more prominent, making you run your fingers through them.

“Yeah.” Your voice is breathy. You hope James thinks it’s a lie, but it honestly isn’t. Your hands reach to unbutton her shirt, you notice she doesn’t wear a bra and her breasts are small. You love them. She slides the shirt off, afterwards pulling your panties down. The brunette lowers herself until she’s between your thighs.

Her soft kisses and licks coat them as she goes further and further towards your cunt. You let out a small whine, her breath causing a whine to escape your throat.

“You ever been eaten out.” Bo asks, your finger goes to your mouth and you bite nervously down on it.

“N-no.” You confess, the woman tsks and looks at James.

“You really are a jackass. You probably only use her for your own pleasure too I bet.”

You watch as he struggles against the restraints trying to make his case. Truth is, he did. You don’t think you’ve ever finished. He never cared that you haven’t finished.

“He does.” You scowl at your husband. Hatred beginning to fester in you.

“Gotta teach you how to treat a woman, this is fuckin’ pathetic.” Bo turns you and pulls you to the edge of the mattress so James can see your cunt. “Do you see how wet their pretty pussy is?”

Your legs are spread but Bo spreads your pussy lips farther apart.

“You gotta nod so I understand.”

Your cunt squeezes at how dominant she is.

Bo takes her middle and ring finger and swirls them teasingly around your cunt. You whine and lean back into her.

“I bet she never whines for you. God this poor clit has probably been so neglected. I’m gonna change that. Give your wife a good orgasm.” Bo kisses around your ear then dips her fingers into you, spreading you open. Your back arches and you let out small airy moans. She curls her digits causing you to buck into her large hand and lick at her throat desperately, her sweat tasting so good.

“Yeah does that feel good?”

“Yess.”

Her thumb rubs gentle circles into your clit causing a louder moan to come out. She smiles and stares at James, you look at him too, feeling absolutely embarrassed you bury your face further into her neck. Her fingers build a knot in your stomach, it’s something you’ve never felt before, it makes the experience so much better.

But then she stops, her fingers slide out causing a whine to erupt from your chest.

“I know, felt so good sweetheart. I’m gonna make you feel so much better though. Don’t worry.” Bo says lightly tapping your face, you watch as she licks your slick off of her fingers and groans.

“You taste so delicious. Can’t believe I’m the first to try you.”

She starts to get up and circles around, her face is back close to your cunt. Your heart picks up pace and you can’t help but smile. “Smell so good, this is my cunt now James.” She looks behind her and smirks. “God do you have a hard on from this? That’s disgusting.” Bo gets up and you whine wanting to feel her tongue so badly.

Jealously takes over as Bo circles him, you notice James’ bulge and huff at how close Bo’s hand is from it. She buttons and unzips his pants, precum leaks from his cock and you furrow your brows frowning.

Bo is yours, you don’t wanna share her. James gets to feel good all the time it’s not fair!

You notice in the other hand the mechanic has a knife. A cruel thought takes over your head that she should cut his dick off. But you shake it off and watch. She takes the knife and cuts his stomach, he cries in pain.

“Your disgusting.” Bo says, cutting deeper, you watch red spring from the cuts, then Bo pulls the knife back and sets it on the table next to James.

She walks back over and kneels between your legs, you roll your hips forward and Bo wastes no time licking and sucking your cunt.

A loud mewl comes from your lips. You feel her fingers thrust into you and you cry louder.

“Bo! Ah! Please I like this.. so good your tongue.”

It kicks in circles, up and down and right on the bulb of your clit. Your hand holds onto Bo’s hair, tingles running rapidly through your body. Her fingers curling make the experience all the better. You look down and watch as Bo desperately laps at your cunt, causing vulgarly wet noises to come from below.

Your moans never cease as your knot builds more and more, you swear Bo’s fingers get faster, trying to get out louder and more disgusting sounds from you.

A gasp leaves your throat as the knot breaks. You squirt all over Bo’s face as you orgasm, your eyes rolling back and squeals coming from your mouth.

Everything felt light, you roll your hips one final time as Bo leaves your cunt. The bottom have of her face is wet with you, she takes you and kisses your face gently, you lick and hold tightly to her, wanting to taste more and more of yourself.

“Feel good?”

“Y-yeah.” You bury your head in her neck. She rubs your back.

“See it’s not so hard to pleasure your wife with your mouth. You know how to pleasure yourself with her pussy but why don’t we try pleasuring her with your cock. Or in this case, mine.” Bo explains.

You kiss her neck gently, indicating you’re ready for more.

She lays you on the bed, your head towards James.

Bo pulls her pants down and your face heats up immediately, her cock is huge and hairy. You wanna bury your face in it, maybe she’ll let you.

“You like it baby? It’s gonna slide in so easily since I got you prepped for it. You’re still so wet for me too.”

She takes her cock in her hand and smacks it against your pussy lightly, then rubs it against your clit, causing you and squirm.

“I know, I’m ready too.” Bo leans over you and kisses your face. Then you feel a large stretch, causing your eyes to roll back.

“Your so big!”

Bo smirks against your skin and sucks lightly on your collarbone.

“Yeah? You like a big cock in you? Makes you feel so full huh?”

Rapidly you nod your head. The woman pulls out, then thrusts roughly back in, she does this a few times and finally your brain processes her fucking you.

“See, look at her. She’s already cock drunk. She ever make these faces at you? I don’t think she has.”

Bo grips your face and pushes is back, your back arches of the bed. Your face is absolutely fucked out, drooling and tongue out. The feeling over Bo’s cock in your cunt, stretching you out over and over again feels like a bliss.

Your vision is hazy, but you swear you’re watching James’ cock twitch, your cunt squeezes Bo’s.

You wanna do this all the time. It feels so good, showing James what he’s missing out on, how it feels to be treated right.

“You gonna cum James? Huh? You just love being a cuck don’t you? Love watching a bitch give your wife pleasure cause you can’t fucking do it yourself?”

You squeeze again at Bo’s words. Feels so good, she feels so good you wanna cum yourself.

“Oh god, they’re close. They are, see James. You can tell cause their little hole is pulsating around my fat cock. Bet you’ve never felt that. Makes it so. Much. Better!” Bo groans and rocks into you harder. She lets go of your face and grips your hips.

You hear a loud groan from James. He came all over himself, you don’t even have to look to know.

Bo’s cock twitches, she takes her thumb and circles your clit making you moan. “Gonna cum sweetheart. Come on, I know you feel it yeah? Feels so good to get treated so well. Poor pussy’s been so neglected. I’m so happy to change that.”

Your back arches off the bed. Your eyes roll back and legs shake. You orgasm around her cock, pussy pulsating rapidly. Bo bites her lips and let’s put one more thrust, before bucking into you, groaning and spurting into your hole.

You gasp at being filled up and wrap your arms and legs around her, wanting to feel as close as you could to her.

“And… that James.” Bo pants. “Is claiming. I just claimed your wife. Filled them up with my spunk and made them mine.”

You whine softly, she gently kisses your cheek and holds you in her lap. “You did so good sweetheart. I’m gonna let James go first. Then you okay?”

You nod, your stomach dropping at this fantasy being over. You don’t want it to end, you don’t wanna go back to James.

Slowly you let go of her and she drops you on the bed, you watch as she makes her way over to James. You can’t see it but she grabs something behind him before unstrapping his wrists. He gets up and tucks himself in shamefully then tries to run up the stairs.

A loud gunshot is heard and James is on the ground, head bleeding. Bo tsks and shakes her head, she sets down the gun and walks over to you. Your body shakes, you don’t want the same treatment.

“Please don’t kill me.” You beg, tears welling in your eyes. Bo smiles gently.

“I ain’t gonna hurt you. You’re mine now. I’m gonna treat you so well.” She says, caressing your face. She grabs the key to unlock your cuff then gently rubs your wrist. “Why don’t we lay down for a bit.” Bo takes your dress off all the way and lays the two of you down. Her fingers trace your skin and she kisses your face before reaching over to the waxy end table and pulling out a cigarette and lighter.

You snuggle into her taking in the sound of her humming softly.

[vintagebarbershop]

Cool tumblr. I'm thinking of getting a shorter cut than I'm used to, and your tumblr is a good source of encouragement / info. I'm a professional guy, mid 50s, in decent shape with a full head of hair and very short beard. I get my haircut fairly short already, go to the barber every two weeks for a haircut, and weekly for a beard trim -- I get the beard trimmed to a #1. Currently, my barber uses a #3 on the sides, and keeps the top longer, yet neatly trimmed and parted to the side.

I spoke with my barber yesterday when in for my beard trim. I told him I wanted more of a fade. He suggested going down to a #1 on the sides and fading it up, keeping it the same lenght on the top. I'd really like to try this, but need some encouragement.

Wondering if it's still professional (I'm VP level in my company). Also wondering if starting to go down to a #2 first might be a better first step. I like the way a skin-fade looks, but am afraid a zero at the bottom is too low. Would appreciate your thoughts on this.

Ideally, I'd like my cut to look like a recent post of yours, but I'm wondering if this is too short for me: https://www.tumblr.com/vintagebarbershop/762902920363655168?source=share

Would you say that the guy in this photo has a #1 on the side?

Thanks for writing in. Without seeing a photo, it's a little hard to make a firm recommendation, but I'll take a shot. I would tend to defer to your barber for that reason--you're in that chair every week so he/she is very familiar with your head/ hair/ face shape/ texture/ color/ density. Going from a #3 to a #2 is only 1/8 inch shorter, so it's a safe bet for "running it up the flagpole" to guage reactions, especially given your beard will still be shorter. That said, the shorter lengths are all about scalp exposure, so a little change can make a significant difference in appearance., since it introduces tonal value as a factor.

Every workplace has different norms for executive appearance and you'll have the best feel for that. I would say generally, though, that having faded/graduated back and sides provides a more professional look than one in which there is no discernable gradation. Another factor is the level of the fade: high, medium, or low. A low fade is the least severe (high fade, think "high and tight, military haircut") and if it's cut with a gradual taper it will yield an even more conservative look. Since you get a haircut every two weeks, you might consider taking this in stages. You won't have to wait long for the next iteration, and if you decide you went too far, it won't take long to grow out. I agree that the cut you linked to is an outstanding, very masculine one. Based on what appears to be a fine hair texture on this guy and a dark hair color, I'd say that it's definitely not longer than a #1--quite possibly an #0.5. It's what's known as a shadow fade. The photo also is an example of "cranial topography". Most guys don't have perfectly smooth scalps. There are ridges and valleys as evidenced by the areas above and behind his ear being very light compared to the area in front of the ear. A good barber will not just go over those places with a clipper guard, but will meticulously cut individual hairs and sections to get a really even fade. I cut my own hair and find that this is the most difficult task (especially when using mirrors!). In general, the shorter and higher the fade, the less this is an issue, but also the more edgy, the haircut looks. I could probably go on, but I'll stop there, LOL--if it wasn't already apparent, I really enjoy this stuff. Feel free to send follow-up questions (and if you message me privately with photos it would help me give better advice--I promise not to publish them)!

[youmissedone]

4, 6, 11, 19 for the mun and muse questions!

Questions For the Mun | { I'll do these for both movie and game verse Carlos! }

4. If you could tell your muse one thing, what would you tell them?

Movie verse: Already answered here! ^_^

Game verse: I'd tell him... bruh. You've gotta open your eyes a little better, heh. Pay attention. Don't assume. If someone's doing things that seem shady, don't just gloss over it. Game verse Carlos is just a little bit too trusting for my taste? Or maybe it's that he continues to give people the benefit of the doubt way past what their behavior might suggest is fair, heh. And I mean... it worked out for him? I guess? He didn't die a horrible death due to betrayal, so I guess it's fine, but... I feel like he got lucky, heh. He just needs a bit more distrust in him or something. Be prudent and safe, dude. XD

6. If you had to take one positive thing away from your muse, what would you take away?

Both verses: Hmm... I guess, just... that it's worth a try. In general. It's worth a try, so... try. I tend to throw up my hands and get in my own way a lot when I've got a problem to overcome that seems insurmountable, and I think I could do with a bit of Carlos' perseverance with regard to situations that look bleak, heh. He's just got this attitude of... sure, this is likely to fail, but we've gotta do it, if it works we're golden, and I'm a crazy dude who lives on adrenaline so let's do this. XD Nothing seems to get in his way, he's just undaunted by odds of failure or baddies in this path or time constraints or anything. He just powers through it because it has to get done. I could really use some of that, heh.

11. What do you hate about your muse?

Game verse: HIS HAIR. IT'S ATROCIOUS. I MEAN... WHAT EVEN IS THIS?!

Like... not only is it shaped strangely on his head and almost looks like a wig or something, but it's... they're... they're just not good curls, bro. It's giving bird's nest, not rugged soldier dude, if that's what the game was going for. Why does his hair continue for like four inches above where his head should have stopped? He just looks ridiculous, and frankly, no serious paramilitary soldier is going to have hair in his face like that. How do you see anything? It's in your eyes! How do you hear anything? It's constantly rustling against your ears and ear pieces! Just... no. I have nothing good to say about this hair at all. XD

Side note: There are people who have modded and edited his hair to be shorter and it's. Not bad? Much better than... *gestures to the above pic* Take a gander here, it's really decent, I think.

Movie verse: Oh. Um. Uhhhhhhm. This is going to sound lame, but I can't think of a single thing I hate about him. I really can't, haha. I mean, he was one of the most solid, honorable, selfless, funny, capable people in the Anderson movies. I really don't know... what I would even nitpick about him. I'm sure there's something, but it just eludes me right now.

19. If you had to judge your muse and sentence them to a “fair” fate, what would your judgement be? Would you punish them? Reward them? How?

Both verses: In both cases, I would definitely reward them vs. punish them, I don't really think they've done much to be punished for. And that reward would be settling into some kind of protective military or law enforcement position somewhere where they feel good about what they're doing. Because they were still their own core good Carlos selves working for Umbrella, but let's face it, they started out o the wrong side of morality, however inadvertently. And then they felt a lot of guilt finding out the truth of things. So I'd reward them with a job that's going to feed that protector's calling they both have while making them also feel good about what they're doing, either because they know their employers are good people and mean well, or because they're protecting good people, or because they're fighting for a cause they really believe in.

I feel this more so for movie Carlos than game Carlos, but... I'd also want to see him with someone. Not just because I'm a shipping whore, haha. Carlos has a lot of love to give, certainly, but I'd like to see him in a genuinely loving relationship that's supportive for his kind of dangerous, high-stress lifestyle. Like for movie Carlos, I would have loved to see him end up with Alice or Claire. Someone equally as strong, with a good heart, who understands the hell he goes through without having to necessarily say. Just... supportive understanding and love while saving the world. That's what i want for him. <3

[babyppsthoughs]

Lacey Cat (2024) #3

I ditched most of my makeup when I moved to the UK, but I did buy back some essential items when I had my last dress up session. Still, being a noob in cosmetics, I didn’t think of checking them before the session. I only realized on the day that some of the makeup could’ve gone bad or dried up after not being used for so long.

Luckily, most of them still worked. Unluckily, the eyeliner refused to give me any more ink after I’ve done 80% of my right eye and a bit of my left. If anyone has recommendations on good eyeliners, please please please let me know. All the ones I’ve used either dried up fast (pens), or not had enough pigment (pencils).

I ended up using my darkest eyeshadow as a substitute. I was surprised how well it worked. With it being just brown and not even black. So maybe I can just always use eyeshadow instead???

The rest of the makeup was just my usual things. I only have red themed eyeshadows left. And I only have 1 lipstick (well actually 2, of the same colour because I mistakenly ordered it twice… such an ouchy moment for someone who doesn’t need to show the lips all that much), which is actually too dark a red to my liking.

I still have some fake nails and nail polish, but I don’t have any remover. Putting on the fake nails takes too much time and they fall off too easily. A bit too much stress for videos in general.

I was also a bit surprised that my wig was still in decent shape, literally, after being jammed in a box for so long. There were some strands that had become... wild? Like cured up or bent. I didn’t know why. But overall it wasn't too noticeable.

Still, how I wished I still had my short bob hair wig after I’ve put everything on. A shorter wig would make it less hot, again, literally, during the session!

For the undergarments and socks, I didn’t have many choices left. I checked my stock the day before, and found that a couple of pieces got mould on them, but they were fine after a quick wash. But all I had were similar, black, lacey panties and a couple of bralettes. I still had a few pairs of black stockings, one of which were fishnets and one opaque thigh highs.

Since the outfit itself was more of a cozy home clothing, I wanted to go with the thigh highs at first, but they were quite boring. I also think the fishnets matched the look well, but I wasn’t very confident with my legs. And with how most of my panties are lacey, I thought I might just go with this “lacey cat” theme and use a pair of lacey stockings. Looking back, I don’t think it’s the best choice.

Now, finally, we’re getting to the shooting itself next time!

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