#i will pop off for my mom and i think that goes for anyone

[yaut-jaknowit]

Male Yautja with Single Mom Human who got pregnant with Her Ex-Husband who Later Left Her and had Twin Sons and They Both Probably Calling Yautja "Dad" Even though They're not Biological But It's Still Family to Him (Sorry,If It's Not Suitable for Your Fics or/and Headcanons then That's Still Fine) also Will be Platonic at First Then Fluff Romantic,I Think?

Blood in the Water

Pairing: T'a'yta (male Yautja) x AFAB/Mother!Reader

Word Count: 5367

Summary: T’a’yta happens to be around and sees the struggle of this mother. He reveals himself and the mother grows uncertain about him and nearly attacks him. He takes no offense and offers to take her and her children to their home. From there, she offers T’a’yta a chance to swing by at a later time to her house to show her appreciation.

Author Note: Anything really goes with my stories. I write what the people want. I love doing that. I wasn't able to fully finish this to the end of your ask, I hope that's okay. It is about ten pages long so there is plenty to read! To be honest, I love this idea. Though there has been a lot of asks like this of late. What's going on guys?

Part 2

Masterlist

Ao3

The worn engine sputtered and clunked. It gave one last screech before it fell silent. The forward momentum kept it rolling for a football field length before coming to a halt. Now dead in the water, you attempted to turn the key in hopes it would turn back over. It didn’t even give a cry at the try. You cursed under your breath and glanced in the rear-view mirror.

Two toddlers happily kicked their feet, entertained by the outside world of rolling plains. One of your sons, Shawn, whined when the movement of the hills were stopped. “Mama!” he called to you and pointed to the outside world.

“Yes, I know, baby boy. Mom’s gotta fix the car and we’ll be back on the road,” you answered and pulled your phone out to call for help.

At the top of the screen, it read no bars. You cursed to yourself again. A bad habit you needed to stop but have yet to do so.

The second son, the eldest by eighteen minutes, whined and shook his empty bottle in your direction. Simon looked at you with pleading eyes. You unbuckled and turned around in your seat. Both of your children were oblivious to what was happening. A simple road trip to see your folks on a surprise visit was going terribly wrong. Clearly.

It took you less than two minutes to fill up his sippy cup with more water to hold him over for now. You patted each child’s knee and gave them a look. “Okay, I need you two to be good. Mama’s going to get out and see what’s wrong with the car, okay?” Both of them looked at you with little thoughts between their innocent eyes.

With a sigh, you slipped out and popped the hood. Off the top of everything, you couldn’t see what was wrong to have this happen in the middle of the nowhere. Not a build or car in sight. Then your phone, no service to call for help. Anyone to drag your beat up car to a mechanic. It’ll cost you leg but at least your car would be working.

After your divorce with your husband, everything has gone downhill from there. The love you once saw in his eyes disappeared during the pregnancy… The man you once loved faded after you gave birth to his children.

He despised how big you grew, especially with twins. Let alone, yes, the mood swings and cravings. Pickles and peanut butter weren’t health but you needed to have them or you’ll start to cry. Not your proudest moment.

The stretch marks. He was absolutely disgusted with them and refused to touch you, even to help bathe when you couldn’t. You had just been spilt in half to birth two children he wanted and your own husband wouldn’t look at you. That hurt. A lot.

You leaned over the engine bay and sucked in your tears at the flashbacks when your life fell apart. You wouldn’t be stuck in this position if it wasn’t for him. It was all his fault.

Nothing flashed to easily fix the issue. You gave a sigh and returned to the drivers seat. All you needed was this day off to sleep in and relax. Except, the world continued to drag you to the deepest pits of hell to suffer.

In the mirror, you smiled with love sparkling in your eyes. Despite everything that has happened over a year ago, you wouldn’t trade the world for those two boys. They are your world, in all honesty. Both of your children went back to entertaining each other with the toys you’ve brought. Doing this for a year and half, you learn a thing or two.

This situation didn’t give you much for options. You looked around the car to see if that could help because you were truly clueless. If it was just you, you could start the long walk to find cell service. Yet with the twins in the back, all you could do was stay and hope for help. Hopefully help does come or you’ll be in deep trouble once night comes. Or the heat that’s starting to build up inside the car.

In a last-ditch attempt, you turned the keys for your car. As much as you wanted to hope for it to suddenly roar back to life, it stayed silent and dead where it had come to rest. Why did this have to happen to you, right here, in the middle of absolutely nowhere?

The driver side door was open to let in a breeze as you checked your phone again. Just the same reaction to your run-down car. Useless.

While the time ticked on by, your sons grew restless, strapped safely in the car. They whined to get out since the car had been stopped for some time. With no sign of rescue in sight, you slipped out of the car and got into the back seat. Both of them reached for you as you unbuckled them from their restraints.

Shawn was the first to be released and stood on weak legs. His twin brother came to his side and gazed out into the hilly plains that surrounded the three of you. Simon tightly clutched his cup as he wobbled away from you. A close eye was placed on the boy while he sought to explore his surroundings.

On the other hand, Shawn stayed at you lowered form and clutched to your hand. When his brother got to far from him though, he left your side to follow him.

All the hairs on back of your neck stood up. You straighten your spine and scanned the surrounding lands for any sight of a possible other person or animal. Yet, there was nothing to be seen this far out. Nor did anything move and catch your attention. The feeling refused to leave and stuck to you like cold honey.

As the feeling dragged on, your heartbeat increase with each passing second. You could hear it, thundering in your ears. You were already moving towards your two exploring children when you hear clicking. Instantly, you snatched your twin sons up and backed towards the car.

Your back hit met with warmth. Live warmth rather than the steel of a car. You spun around, hands occupied by holding Shawn and Simon at the same time. Nothing immediately caught your attention, and that made the dread brewing in your stomach to worsen. It burned you from the inside out as you tried to plan either an escape or to fight whatever threatened you.

When the light caught something in front of you, you truly peered at what could be blocking your path. You gasped and stumbled back, nearly tumbling over your own big feet. Something was standing in front of you, almost invisible to the naked eye. It was when you didn’t even know to look for it.

Tiny hands clutched at your clothing due to your reaction. Shawn was the first to bury his face into your chest to seek protection. Yet, Simon wiggled and squirmed in a way that made it hard to hold him. You couldn’t even look down to give him the famous mom stare to get him to stop it. “Simon, stop moving!” you ordered the eldest twin, but he didn’t take your tone seriously.

Before you could drop him, he slid down your side to the ground. You snatched his wrist before he could run off to gods knows where. The young boy struggled against your firm grip. “Simon, I swear!” But he refused to listen even when you sent the stare directly at him.

It hurt you to do this but this was a dangerous moment. You roughly tugged on Simon’s hand and dragged him away from the camouflaged creature before you. He screamed in frustration and started to hit your hand. “I am your mother! Listen to me, goddamnit.” At a later time, you would hold him close and apologize for your harshness. Yet, with an unknown threat hanging before your sons, you acted in instinct to protect them.

Simon glared his own tiny daggers at you and clawed at your tight grasp. A bruise could appear later but right now, when you didn’t know was standing in front of you. There were a lot more important things to fret about than a bruise.

Like from a comic book or sci-fi movie, a humanoid form waxed into appearance. All the muscles that lined your back tensed. A cold dread entered your fiery veins and froze you to the spot. Simon was able to escape ran up. You stared in terror and gripped onto Shawn, unable to react in time.

The figure sat down on its haunches, still a towering form, and tilted its head at the bouncing child. His exploration side flaring its head at the worst time possible.

Your heart thundered in your ears, roaring like a storm brewing in the middle of the sea. Simon reached it on wobbly legs and flopped onto the thick thighs of this ‘person’. You couldn’t tell what it was.

A metal mask covered its facial features, leaving you blind to what laid behind. Primitive armor of sorts covered the most important parts of a human. Relatively close to a fishnet like wire covered its body starting from the neck and down to its legs. It was ripped in some areas, clearly used and worn. Worn for what? And… and why was it wear stripper clothing?

Out of your children, Simon had to be the people person. He hugged onto this things leg like a lifeline and giggled his cute little laugh. Any other situation, you would’ve smiled at him and laughed alongside him. You clutched Shawn tighter to your side and watched with bated breath for this thing to do something.

The masked person reached out and offered a massive, scaly hand to Simon. The young child ‘oo’ed at the sight, immediately drawn to the different skin texture than his own.

Shawn began to squirm in your hold. You whipped your head to gaze at him. He made grabby hands towards his twin brother and the humanoid creature. The hairs along your arms bristled. “Absolutely not!” you scolded and returned your gaze on the two.

The incredible size difference didn’t seem to effect this being. Instead, it looked like they took it into great consideration and was soft with the way it moved towards him. Simon latched onto the offered limb and brought it up to his face for a close examination. With a bout of excitement, he spun around and thrusted the hand into the air. “Mommy look!” he cheered as if he had found gold.

A great amount of weight lifted off of your shoulders. You nervously laughed with an unsure smile. “That’s great honey. Now, come over here, please,” you demanded rather than ask Simon to listen to you for this once. Yes, it seemed like the thing humanoid wouldn’t hurt a hair on Simon. You refused to let your guard down for one millisecond. Life lessons and all that fun stuff.

Simon started to pull on the hand, tipped with short yet lethal claws. Talons that could gut you or your children if you did one wrong move.

What had you gotten yourself into? A day vacation turning worse with every passing second.

You watched with a fragile gaze, on the verge of breaking if it moved for an attack. Parental instinct and all that would damn you in this situation. If this creature turned, you couldn’t do a thing to stop it. Not with the way it held itself. Not pride… no. But with an air that consisted that it knew what it was doing.

It followed after Simon, letting him guide it over to you. The entire time, hunched over to allow constant contact with the older twin. Simon stopped in front of you and offered the hand to you; to check it out yourself. “No… no honey,” you refused and shook your head kindly. “I’m all good. I-I can see.” You cursed the slip up stutter in your words. Not like it couldn’t read the terror shining in your eyes, or the realization this creature could kill you at any second.

“Mama, take. Look.” Stubborn as a mule, a trait the two of them got from both of their parents. Shawn squirmed in your hold again and finally slipped down. On his feet, he stepped up to the masked figure and wrapped his arms around one of its legs.

Then, a glint entered Simon’s innocent eyes. The older one latched onto the other leg and looked up at the imposing figure who stood at least a good head taller, if not two.

“Kids,” you called to them but didn’t gain their attention. “Simon, Shawn. Let go. We… we need to get going.”

“Mister, what you are?” Shawn asked and tugged on a long piece of cloth tied to the waistband of the figure’s pants. You were growing frustrated at the lack of obedience in such a dire situation from your children. If you were to survive this, you were going to have a long sit-down with them and ensure they knew the consequences of not listening. Especially when their life could be in danger.

Worst of all, you couldn’t even plan a way to attack this lumbering giant. The thing was massive not just in height but in stature as well. The barrel chest, large muscles that adorned its arms and legs. You didn’t dare even take a step towards it. Not when it could see you as a threat and leave you a bloodied mess for your sons to witness.

“You better listen to your dam,” a voice that easily matched the body spoke in a tone that left little room for arguing. Yet, it wasn’t to threaten or cause any issues with you. Not, he seemed to be attempting to help you in this situation. Then, he tilted his head up and looked at you with emotionless dark pits. “I’m not going to harm them.”

As much as you prayed for those words to be completely truthful without doubt, you still kept your guard up.

“But, I know how dams can be. Protective over their littles.” The more it spoke, the more you realized it wasn’t an average person’s voice you were hearing. It sounded a bit gruff, rough around the edges, as if it wasn’t a language he was meant to speak. He rose his arms in surrender and offered his palms towards you. “I extend a helping hand instead to show I do not have intentions of harm towards your family unit.”

You straightened yourself and set a glare on the masked beast. “Who and what are you?” you demanded and possibly pushed your luck with his declaration earlier. Before you can offer him a single once of your trust, he must be willing to fork over ten times of yours worth.

He settled back down on his haunches and allowed for you to take the tallest title for the time being. Simon and Shawn were forced to move and practically thrown themselves onto his thighs. “What are you?!” Shawn interrogated their newfound friend. Worse than the monster friend in their closet that freaks you out every time they talk about it.

He’s able to pull himself onto one of the beast’s thighs with his help. Shawn sits unsteadily and pointed at the metal mask adorning his strange friend’s face.

The entire time the creature interacts with your children; the way he’s extremely gentle, slow movements; the way he gets down to their level; the way he doesn’t mind them climbing on him… he must be a father himself or knows great patience. You only let your shoulders slack a centimeter.

Still on his haunches, he tilted his head up slightly to gaze at you once more. Without saying a word, his hands come to the mask and go through a worn routine of disengaging it. Muscle memory detached the metal from his face.

Your head jerked back yet you didn’t make a sound. That wasn’t what you were expecting. Then, you blinked a few times. This thing wasn’t anything on earth. No, not with the way if just appeared out of thin air and the facial structures. “You’re an alien, aren’t you?” you questioned, breaking the quiet air that filled the space.

What you believed to be an alien smirk graced his features. One of his strange four fangs rose into a grin. A knowing glint entered his baby blue eyes. “A smart dam,” he mused and bowed his head in a slow motion. “Yes, you caught me. I am an alien in your terms.”

“Alien?” Simon questioned and turned his head to look at you. “Mama, what is alien?” On the other leg, Shawn had spun around with the careful guide of the creature and leaned into his torso.

“An alien is a species that comes from space, not native to our planet,” you explained, hopeful the terms were small enough for either of them to understand. Then, you returned a hardened gaze the alien. “Do you have a name?” Again, you wanted to know what was possible before even entertaining the idea of accepting whatever help he thought was right for the situation.

He lifted his head back up. “T’a’yta and yours?” he returned the gesture in full warmth. The longer he talked with you, the more you grew to be lax around him. Not by much but enough to loosen the tension growing in your muscles.

It was soft on your lips, your name. He tested it on his alien tongue then gave each child a gentle shove off. They whined but were given no choice besides off. Shawn came back to your side and held onto your leg in the same manner he did to T’a’yta.

“And what is this help you offered in the beginning?” you asked afterwards. The cedar-colored alien returned to his full height but a respectful distance away from you.

His head turned towards the crappy car that had started all of this. “I see your mode of transportation has failed you. I have one of my own. I couldn’t bare to turn a blind eye to a dam in trouble. I would like to offer you a ride back to your home,” T’a’yta explained and glanced over your shoulder.

Your expression softened at his confession, eyes flickering down at your children. They had to be getting hungry. The snacks you brought probably won’t last longer than an hour. There was night as well. Darkness would soon swallow you and your family up… and you didn’t know how long it would be before help arrived.

Despite him not showing any signs of harm, you still eyed the creature with suspicion. “And what do you want in return?” you retorted and gave him a hardened stare. You had found aliens exist yet you didn’t know if this one was completely friendly. Who knows what it might do to you if you put your guard down?

T’a’yta snorted and shook his bowed head. “I do not want anything as payment. I’m not doing this to except something in return.” A person with years of patience built under his belt. He didn’t act offended by your question and simply answered it. He didn’t give you any reasons for doubt. “If you wish not for my help, then I accept that. But I will not leave until you and your little ones are safe.”

If only your ex-husband was as thoughtful as a random alien willing to protect you out of nowhere.

The decision came quick to you. You nodded your head towards T’a’yta. “Alright. I’ll accept your offer… Thank you.” T’a’yta smiled at you then motioned his hand for you to turn around. You quirked a brow before slowly listening to him and spinning on your heel. The alien moved around you, your children in tow as they followed the coolest thing they’ll ever see in their lives. You smiled to yourself at the sight shadowed after T’a’yta.

He led you about a hundred yards from the road before coming to a stop. Confused, you paused as well and waited for him to reveal why he had taken you this far from the road.

Unease boiled in your stomach. You eyed the alien with a weary eye all over again yet kept your trap shut in case something you said could turn him.

One hand pressed two buttons on his metal gauntlet. In a similar fashion of how he waxed into existence, a spaceship appeared before your very eyes. This was very Stars Wars like. Your jaw dropped as you stared upon this craft and alienness it had.

A hiss sounded from the metal ship before a ramp began to lower from the belly. It felt like you had been transported into some sci-fi movie.

You were pulled from your shock by a tug on your leg. Shawn stood at your feet and put his arms up for you lift him. Muscle memory had you bending down and scooping him off of the ground. He looped his arms around your neck then looked over at T’a’yta. You walked over to the alien and stood shoulder to bicep with him. “I can’t believe aliens are real,” you whispered the confession.

T’a’yta snorted and shook his head. The weird rubbery, round bands that hung from his domed head snaked with the movement. Metal trinkets adorned the dreads and clinked against one another. “Oomans and their lack of thoughts. Aliens have always existed. There’s always something out there in the big, expansive universe. Not even I know what all lies out there and I’m over five hundred years old in ooman years.” As he spoke all of this, he began to stroll over to the ramp and leading the group. You followed along, hooked into everything all despite the possible danger.

At his last few words, you stopped mid-step with a bewildered expression falling upon your features. “Five hundred?! Five hundred?” you sputtered and blinked a few times to comprehend all of this. Not that you knew what an old whatever his species is looked like, he didn’t even act like someone even hitting thirty.

“Again: lack of thoughts. You will never be alone out there. Life finds a way.” He reached the top of the ramp and motioned for you to keep up. Even Simon was able to run after him with that cute little toddler run and looked back at you.

“Stop being slow, mama. Keep up!” Simon scolded with a childish scowl and held onto T’a’yta’s leg. The cedar brown alien bent at the waist and patted the top of your son’s head.

Simon let a grin spread across his face and leaned up into the affection. You sighed and strolled up the ramp after them.

The new sight of the inside of an alien spaceship washed over you. Yet, it was surprisingly subtle in here. There was detail in here but mostly simple designs. Just a vehicle for transportation or something who didn’t need much to be happy.

Once you had entered along with them, T’a’yta pressed the same two buttons again. The ramp hissed again and began to close. T’a’yta motioned with a jerk of his head to follow after him and started to walk further into the ship. You took a deep breath and listened to him with just a hint of apprehension in the moment. The door to the outside world was now closed, locking you in here with him.

Through three doors, he took you to what had to be the cockpit of his ship. Out in the distance, was a tiny white dot on the road. Your car.

“I would advise you to take a seat during takeoff,” T’a’yta expressed and sat down on a seat that easily fit his larger complex. His hands moved with muscle memory as they went over the console, typing and pressing the proper buttons. You listened to the engines fire up underneath your feet before stepping up to a chair that you knew would swallow you up.

You sat down and held Shawn close to you. Simon was still at T’a’yta’s feet and held onto his knee. With a sigh, you patted your leg. “Simon, come here,” you called to your other son.

T’a’yta easily scooped the child off of the ground and held him in one arm close to him. “It’s alright. You’ve got your hands full with the one. I can watch over this one.”

At first, you apprehensive about letting him hold Simon. Yet, you pushed down the helicopter mom instinct inside of you and slowed your heart down.

The ship rumbled while T’a’yta added power to the engines. They started to lift the vessel off of the ground and further into the air. You gripped onto the chair and held Shawn close. Being in a plane was completely different than this. You held your breath, tense as you felt the craft lift off even more.

“Now, where to?” he questioned with an ease voice, soothe. Your eyes cracked open without realizing they had been shut and glanced over at him. T’a’yta cradled Simon close to him while letting the child have room to wiggle if he so pleases.

An address tumbled out of your lips. T’a’yta let his fingers glide across a screen and hit enter. His hand fell away from the controls. The giant alien swiveled around in his chair to face you.

“In all my years, I’ve never once crashed any of my ships. I promise you with my heart you and your offspring are safe in my hands.” His words helped ease a little tension sitting on your shoulders. “You are free to move about as well. Take-off can be a little unpredictable in some cases.”

He easily picked up Simon and set him back on ship’s floor. Said child began to explore his newfound surroundings with vigor. To ease the tension settling in your bones, you nervously smiled at T’a’yta. “You know, Simon is a huge explorer. He’s gonna find something he shouldn’t probably be in.”

Two of his upper mandibles quirked up. “Sounds like me when I was kid and I turned out fine,” he jestered and motioned towards himself. You huffed through your nose. The alien was scared and armored, ready to take on an army at a moment’s notice. Now, that you were thinking about. He probably could take on the army.

Shawn shifted and slid off of his lap. “And there goes Shawn. Wherever Simon goes, Shawn loves to follow him,” you said to the quiet air and watched as the two went over to the controls.

Even to you, the controls sat higher than you thought was comfortable to use. You knew they wouldn’t be able to reach them.

“They are twins, yes?” T’a’yta asked and leaned back in his chair, lax in his position. From the corner of your eyes, you glanced at him. Despite the terrifying creature he looked like, he showed nothing but peace. You reclined in your chair and brought your legs to sit comfortably in the large seat.

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The ship lightly shuttered at the touch down. Both of your kids whined but otherwise stayed silent in your arms. T’a’yta moved from his seat and stalked over to your seat. With a tired look in your eyes, you looked up at him and gave a weak smile at him. The days events had dragged away what energy you had left. T’a’yta nearly talked you into sleep. Your sons have already dozed off at least an hour ago.

His towering form stood before you. “I can carry them for you,” he offered in a voice no louder than a breath. The smile only grew on your features. You timidly nodded your head. T’a’yta easily scooped both of them out of your lap and cradled them close to him. A move only an experienced father would know and be able to do after so many times.

You untucked yourself from the seat and stood up, arms stretched high above your head. Little thought was given to follow the large mass as he moved through his own ship. He kept a pace you would be able to shadow easily in your tired state.

In all of its run-down glory, your apartment complex greeted you. With a sigh, you pulled your keys from your pocket and found the proper key. This time, you guided T’a’yta to the third level and towards a door you’ve grown to learn after a year and half of living here. You kept an eye on the alien’s gaze but it didn’t change one bit. Either, he was amazing at steeling his expressions or he truly didn’t judge the conditions of your living. It was the best you could supply on one income.

The inside of your apartment hadn’t changed one bit over the course of twenty four hours. You breathed in its familiar scent, relieved to be home. You glanced back at T’a’yta who had to duck to enter your dwelling. Both of your sons are still cradled in each of his arms. A soft smile was brought to your face at the sight. You walked over to their shared room. “Over here,” you whispered into the silent air.

T’a’yta entered and set both children down in a bed. It didn’t matter which one. The two of you exited the bedroom for the living room and sealed the door behind you.

With just him in your presence, you could feel a little more at ease. You didn’t need to worry about your children getting harmed in anyway around him.

“Thank you… for everything. I’d still be out there right now,” you voice your appreciation to the alien. T’a’yta stood a respectful distance away from you and yours bedroom door.

He bowed his head. “I’m glad to be of assistance.”

Now, a silence fell over the two of you. You gnawed on your bottom lip, words on the tip of your tongue. When he dipped his head and went to turn away, you sprung forward and gripped his arm. His skin was warm the touch and rough underneath you softer fingertips. Instantly, you jerked your hand away, hoping you hadn’t offended him.

“Do-don’t go… I-“ you cleared your throat and had to look away when he turned to you. “I would like to offer you a chance for dinner. As a thank you. I would cook you dinner. Or-or, you’re more than welcome to come back at, at anytime.” You were on the verge of face palming at your stupidity and nonsense you sputtered to him.

The alien chuckled, shoulders jumping with the sound. “I told you. There is no need for repayment. I did this out of the kindness of my heart.” You gave him a pleading look. You didn’t want this to be the last time you saw him.

“I know this. Please, just entertain my stupid idea.” T’a’yta looked at you for a long time before shrugging. Your face brightened with a smile, toothy and all.

“Alright. I shall return into three days. Is that enough time for you to plan this dinner?” he questioned.

You rapidly nodded your head. “Plenty. Thank you, thank you. Again. I-I just want to ease my consciousness. I wouldn’t be able to sleep peacefully knowing I’d done anything to thank you.”

“Of course. I will see you in three days’ time.” T’a’yta took his leave then. The door softly clicked behind his retreating form.

A new silence engulfed you. You turned around and faced the door your children were in. They were safe because of T’a’yta. An alien. He was nice. Much nicer than a lot of folks you’ve met and he was an alien. An alien who looked like he could crush your skull with two fingers. You took a deep breath in before heading to your own room. It had been a long day.

[fandoms--fluff]

Crushing Hard

Hybrid female reader x Hope Mikaelson (+mikaelson family & caroline)

Summary: Hope has a massive crush on you, a girl who basically nobody knows anything about. And her family comes for a surprise visit, yay.

Warnings: swearing

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Hope has been a little obsessed with you, she admits it. She can't help but be attracted to you, you're crazy hot, not afraid to speak what you think, and your personality is amazing. And has she mentioned how drop-dead gorgeous you are?

The only setback is that you hate the school and basically everyone in it.

"You're drooling" Josie whispers into her ear. Hope snaps out of it, and brings a hand up to the corner of her mouth to find out it's completely dry. She rolls her eyes and looks up at Josie, frowning.

"Oh, you're crushing hard. Sorry for interrupting your daydream, but I'm pretty sure your family is here," Josie tells her, looking between Hope and some of her family.

"There are a bunch of newer kids this year, but still a lot of the older ones. I try to make the environment around here fully positive and happy." Caroline explains to the family. An amused snort comes from the couch a couple feet away.

"And you don't ever take a break" You glare at her. All their heads turn towards you. "This is y/n, one of the older students. I believe she came here a couple months before Hope did." Caroline sighs.

"You must be delusional because I did not come here willingly. You forced me. And still force me to be here every fucking day of the year" You stand up, crossing your arms, fury evident in your tons and stance.

"Werewolf?" Kol's the next one to speak. "I don't know, what do you think?" You snap at him before turning back to Caroline. "And that's the other thing, I've been here for how many years, and no one still knows what I am"

"You won't tell us" Caroline points out.

"Well, I would think considering you're apparently an expert on supernatural beings, and run a damn school for them, that you or anyone here would be able to tell like that" You snap your fingers at the end.

Klaus steps forward, not liking the way you've been talking to Caroline. "Oh, don't even start" You roll your eyes before he can get a word out.

"What?" Hope snaps her attention to her friend before looking in the direction Josie was a moment ago. To her surprise, her Dad, Mom, Auntie Rebekah, Uncle Kol, and Uncle Elijah are standing across the room, chatting with the headmistress, Caroline and you?

Oh no, Hope thinks to herself before getting out of her seat and quickly walking toward the group with Josie right behind her.

"Dad! What are you guys doing here?" Hope goes up to her father. "We came here for a surprise visit, but caught up in the wonderland tour," Kol told his niece, glancing at Caroline then at you.

You still have your arms crossed, leaning most of your weight on your right leg, making your left hip slightly pop out a bit more than the other.

Hope tries to keep her eyes off of you, not wanting her family or you to notice.

"Oh, nothing. Having a splendid fucking time!" You tell her in a fake cheery voice. You start walking away, "I like your shoes" you tell Rebekah before walking out of the room, your high heels clicking strongly as you do.

"She's mean..but sweet? I don't know" Caroline shakes her head. "She's like Katherine. I like her" Kol answers, smirking.

"Kol." Elijah says sternly to his little brother as Klaus galres at him.

Hope just stares at the ground, not wanting anyone to notice the flush that appeared on her face. "You okay Sweetie?" Her Mom asks. "Mhm. Uh I'm glad that you guys are here, but Josie and I have to finish a project. I'll, uh, catch up with you later" Hope tells them quickly before practically dragging Josie out of the room with her.

"What was that?" Josie asks her as Hope paces around Josie's room. Lizzie is planning a dance somewhere outside with a huge binder.

"I don't know, but now im pretty sure my family kost likely doesn't like Y/n. And if somehow my delusional relationship with her actually freaking happens then there's no point becuase there's a big chance my dad will get protective and ban her or kill her or something. Wait can she even die? I don't know, there's no way she can't die, right? Oh that would suck I'd she died before I can even make a move, or who am I kidding there's no way that's gonna happen. She probably hates me anyways. God, I'm so pathetic" Hope rants to her best friend.

"Okay, okay, calm down. You're not pathetic. You're just overthinking this way too much. There's no way Y/n hates you, I don't believe she does" Josie places her hands on Hope's shoulders, making her stop moving around.

Hope let's out a breath she didn't know she was holding in, then sighs, "I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry for" Josie smiles.

You walk into the dining hall, only to be met with the same group of people. "Fucking great" you practically growl, rolling your eyes. You go over to the table lined with food and grabbed a piece of garlic bread.

As you're about to take a bite of it, a voice sounds. "Are you sure you're supposed to be eating that? It says no one is to touch the food" Elijah nods to the sign standing before the long table of food.

You glance at it then shrug, "Well too bad, I'm hungry and they don't exactly have any blood beside from fucking Thumper and Bambi" you take a bite of the garlic bread.

"So you're a vampire" Rebekah says. You twitch your eyebrow up, a smirk playing at your lips.

"Depends how you perceive it" you walk over to them, your eyes turning yellow and veins appearing under your eyes.

"A hybrid" Hayley's eyes widened a bit. "Did Hope turn you?" Klaus asks, not remembering himself ever turning you.

"Seriously? You think I'd let a girl who has a crush on me, sire me? I don't think so" you cross your arms.

"Crush?" Kol asks, knowing Hope has only told him about her crush on you. He wonders how you found out, cause there's no way his neice would've told you. Especially considering the interaction earlier today.

"Not that hard to figure out. Especially when her eyes are always on me, not the chalkboard in class" you cross your arms. "Oh, and Katherine was basically my sister, so that was a compliment back there" you smirk.

"Wait, if you're that old, what are you doing here?" Hayley asks.

"Well I'm pretty sure then Caroline would hate me more than she already does, then tell Damon and he would try to kill me, but it would end up with his head cut off his body and then Elena and everyone, and personally I don't have any fucking time or want for that. Though Damon being dead would be a bonus. So mind as well make some people, aka, Caroline miserable for a bit" you pop the rest of the garlic bread in your mouth.

"What? You still have that sappy crush on her?" You tease Klaus.

You turn around and walk out of the room. As you turn the corner, you run into Hope. She looks if you had a word, sheepish.

You sigh, realizing it, "You've been here the whole time, haven't ya?" You crossed your arms.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry," She turned before walking as fast as she could away from you. She had come down here to find her family, and instead heard you talking to them again and couldn't help but eavesdrop on the conversation.

She can't believe she's been so stupid. There's no way she's ever had any chance with you. And your acknowledging about her crush on you was just the cherry on top. She wishes she was anywhere but here now.

You look up, quietly groaning, not wanting her to find out like that. Both your age (well, sort of) and the knowledge of her crush.

You vamp in front of her in a split time of two seconds. "Look, I get it, I'm just some stupid girl who has a crush on a girl or woman I don't know! who's way out of my league. No need to rub it in my face!" She exclaims, trying not to let any tears cloud her vision.

"Hey! You're not some stupid girl, okay?" You tell her before she tries to walk away from you again. She lets out a harsh breath before looking up at you from the ground.

"And I'm not trying to rub anything in your face. Yes, I know you have a crush on me, but I don't want you to think anything bad about that. I'd never use it against you or make fun of you for it, or whatever you think I may do." You run your hands through your hair to keep it out of your face.

"And I've never thought about you in that way before, but I can say that I don't hate you as much as everyone else here," She snaps her gaze from the wall to your face, not expecting that. To have that said to her from you is basically like a simple 'I love you' to someone a person may have known for a while. It's also a really big compliment coming from you.

"So there's that" You walk closer to her before pressing a kiss on her cheek. You walk away, up the stairs to your room as Hope stands there frozen. That's one of the best solutions that could have happened at the moment, and she's practically screaming with joy on the inside.

She brings a hand up to the cheek you kissed and gently grazes her finger against the spot.

Her family then also comes down the hallway and up to her. "What happened, Sweetie?" Her mom asks, noticing her reddened face.

"Oh, n-nothing," She tells her, trying her best to hold back the grin that she has on the inside.

Kol looks from her hand placement and reddened face to her excited stance, putting two and two together. He catches her eye and smirks before mouthing 'good luck'.

That just makes her blush more than she already is if that's even possible.

[valley-of-headcanons]

Heyy! So I just found your stuff and it’s all super cute I love this kind of thing 😊 feel free to decline but do you think you could do a little fluffy one shot type thing where you’re just gaming with Sebastian and then whoops you both fall in love 😳

best gamer of all time || sebastian x reader oneshot

hanging out with your friends is always fun, but gaming alone with him may be your new favorite thing <3

warnings: fluff fluff fluff fluff oh my god, you may suck at this game but you do NOT suck at winning his heart

requested by: @juleboo , this is such an adorable request! i'm sorry this took like forty billion years, life has decided to kick me off my feet, but im doing a lot better so yippeeeee. i hope you enjoy, hopefully it was worth the long wait 🙏

Hanging out on a Saturday night was a ritual for you, Sebastian, Abigail, and Sam. You all rotate on who's place you hang out at, and tonight was Sebastian's. Abigail was laid out on the couch, Sebastian sitting on his bed, and you and Sam were on the floor. After a very intense game of Jackbox, with a lot of chaotic answers and laughter, it was nearing midnight.

“I cannot believe you put that! That was a direct jab at me and you know it!” Sam said towards Abigail's direction, obviously not actually upset.

“Then clean up the fuckin' pizza boxes in your room! That rat would've become your best friend if your mom didn't find him- wait- what time is it? ... oh shit, my dad is gonna kick my ass!” Abigail said, jumping up at lightning speed and grabbing her bag. “Sorry to kill the party, love you guys, if I get lectured one more time this week I am going to pull out my hair. Bye bye!”

And off she goes, leaving just as chaotic as she came. Sounds about right. The remaining three of you laughed, before Sam stood up and grabbed his things as well. “For some reason Mom wants me to come to church in the morning, she saw some lyrics to one of our songs and she kind of flipped her shit. Soooo, gotta atone for my sins. Have fun you two,” he said, sending a small wink Sebastian's way before making his way up the stairs.

You saw the wink, it definitely caught you off guard. You immediately snapped your head towards Sebastian. “What was that for?” you said with a smirk, which wasn't held for long. It slipped into a smile, moving from the floor to the now empty couch.

Sebastian's expression remained neutral, rolling his eyes. “Sam is always up to something, ignore him. Do you wanna stay and hang for a little while? I don't have anything to do tomorrow,” he said, looking towards the cabinet of games that sat beside his gaming console. He never asked anyone to stay later, especially when it's his night to host. He usually wants everyone out, Sebastian cherishes his alone time.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach when he asked you this, he actually wanted to spend more time with you? You felt so honored and special, of course you were going to stay. “Yeah, what did you wanna do?”

“I bought a game, it's co-op. Wanna try it out? It's a platformer, it seems pretty easy,” he said, walking over to the cabinet and grabbing the case. He made his way back over to you, showing you the back of the case, carefully studying your features. He wanted to make sure you were actually interested, and when your face lit up, he couldn't hold back a smile. It was rare for him, but it was perfect.

“Hell yeah, let's pop this bad boy in!” you said, sitting up excitedly and scooting over so that you two could share the couch. After 'popping that bad boy in', he sat next to you and handed you the controller.

Sebastian put on the tutorial before beginning to show you the controls. He described what to do, but due to your drowsiness from working all day, you just couldn't grasp what the controls were. “Here,” he mumbled, thinking for a moment before carefully putting his hands over yours.

“Alright, shoot with this button, alright?” he said, making sure not to get too close to you. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable, but these little touches were really nice ... he could get used to this.

“Mhm ...” you hummed, although your brain was short-circuiting. Every single thought in your brain was rendered useless in that moment, every place where you two touched felt like it was on fire. You clumsily tried to recreate his movements, shooting when he asked and jumping when he instructed. You learned the controls, but barely.

“Got it?” he said simply, slowly beginning to let go of you. He didn't really want to, but he didn't want to overstep your boundaries. He really cared about you, he didn't want to jeopardize that.

With a hesitant nod of confirmation, you two began the game. It was a mess, you definitely did not grasp the controls whatsoever. However, he enjoyed seeing what kind of trouble you got yourself into. How could you even get up there?

“Okay- when you jump, press the trigger to latch on to that cliff, and do NOT let go-” he tried to explain as you jumped with all of your might ... just to not even touch the cliff. Your body hit the floor with a splat, and you both sat in silence for a few seconds, staring at each other. Small snickers turned into full blown laughter, falling down onto the couch as you both held your faces.

“How the hell am I so stupid?? That was so easy! How the hell did I miss that??” you cackled, wiping the tears that began to fall from your eyes.

“I have no idea but it was one of the best things I've ever seen,” Sebastian's laughter began to quiet as he sat up, his gaze making its way down to you. You looked so perfect in the soft light of the television, so happy from the laughter that was encasing the both of you. He could not stop smiling.

“What?” you said softly, a gigantic grin on your face. You couldn't move, you just wanted to stay in this moment forever.

“... nothing. Just ... capturing this moment,” Sebastian said in a gentle tone, taking a deep breath before looking back at the screen. “You're a ghost now, but you can still help me and eventually I can revive you.”

You slowly sat up, but you had an idea. You slid a little closer to him than you were before, your legs touching. “Alright, I'll be the best fuckin' ghost in town,” you laughed, knowing you were bound to fuck it up but you had no care in the world. This was too fun.

He looked over at your legs touching, smiling even wider before continuing the game. He would ask you to do things as a ghost as you did ... with enough trial and error. He did notice that you kept adjusting and scooting closer and closer. He really liked this.

“Do you know how to freeze someone?" he asked, which you shook your head to. “Let me see this-” he mumbled, wrapping his arm around you, definitely just wanting to help you see the controls. You were essentially sitting in his lap at this point, a soft pink blush creeping onto both of your faces.

His face was so close, pressed almost right up against yours ... you wanted to stay here forever, but you didn't want to say anything that would ruin the moment. Nervous silence held you two for a moment, before he did something that both of you wanted more than anything. He carefully kissed your cheek, before going back to the game as if nothing ever happened.

Your brain melted, a feeling of bliss overtaking your body. You've been waiting for that for ages. You slowly leaned back into his chest as he laid down his controller for a moment. He wrapped his arms around your waist for a moment, giving you a careful squeeze. You reached your arms up around his neck, hugging him back. Neither of you cared about the game anymore.

“Stay here tonight. If you want to,” Sebastian muttered softly, holding your body close to his. He didn't dare let go, and neither did you.

You stayed there that night, you stayed wrapped up in his arms until the daylight and you had to work on your farm. But you hoped one day, you could wake up next to him everyday. Maybe someday, but for now, you had many Saturday nights where you stayed over later than everybody else.

[venuscrashed]

could you please you do a miles 42 x male reader who is autistic and can’t pick up on subtle hints and sarcasm and is just over all a very forward and blunt person just straight up tells people what they think and doesn’t sugarcoat things at all

Sorry if I get anything wrong, I’m not autistic nor really educated. FEM READER DNI

First meet:

The first time you met him he thought you had a problem with him. He was about to throw hands, but something in the back of his mind told him not to.

You two were talking for a group project and somehow got off topic. It ended up being a conversation about clothes and you straight up went “Yeah, I like your hair but your outfits kinda weird. I like the shoes though.”

He stared at you and so did the rest of the group. They all thought something was about to go down until your friend popped up saying you do that and mean no harm.

”Well aren’t you a ray of sunshine.”

”No not really.” Then you went in with the project, leaving everyone a bit confused.

Confession:

He was frustrated, screaming into his pillow every night. Venting to his mom and uncle about your obliviousness.

Yes, he knew you were autistic, but it still bothered him. He would straight out flirt with you, no shame whatsoever, and you still didn’t get the hint.

“If I got into a relationship I want you to be my boyfriend.”

“Cool.”

When he confessed he had to make it so obvious. He had a sign and some candy and went to your apartment at night.

The sign said “will you be my boyfriend?” Can’t get more obvious than that, can it?

”Is this sarcasm of some kind of prank?”

He climbed into your room, discarding the candy and sign. “No. I would like you to my boyfriend.” He looked you in the eyes, “I’d like to be with you. Now and forever.”

“I don’t know about forever…” you both chuckled at this. He knew you weren’t lying but he’ll keep you, one way or another. “I’d like to be your boyfriend to.”

He cupped your face and kissed you softly. Enjoying the moment that he knew will forever be engraved into his mind. “Could use some chapstick.” He’s second guessing his thoughts.

Relationship:

He’s always by you. He’s like a guard dog, if someone hints at something he doesn’t like, he’s staring the down until they leave.

If they say it out right to your face, you’ll have to hold him back. But it’s fine, you usually say something back.

”That’s irrelevant, like you.”

He was in the floor laughing about it, proud to. He even told his uncle and that’s when his uncle knew he liked you.

Although it’s a little hard when Miles wants something. If he hints at it it goes over his head. “You know I’m cold and lonely over here.” “Get a blanket and just talk to me.”

He appreciates your honesty…somewhat.

”That color doesn’t look good on you.” “…thanks.”

”It’s not your best cooking but it’s not your worst.” “I’ll keep that in mind.”

”Maybe-“ “No.”

He loves you.

Just stop testing him from time to time. and if anyone says the same thing, he’s about to send people to the hospital.

[parachutingkitten]

Just so everyone is aware, ayathefly, the account who claims to be a temp voice actress for Dragons Rising, is almost certainly my cyber stalker from last month.

She has almost the exact same story as one of the stalker accounts used to try and befriend me. Back then she was a 23yo temp voice actress named Maya who had a comedically whimsical story about her not knowing information about the ducktales reboot she was hired for. This time she's a 23yo temp voice actress named Aya who has a comedically whimsical story about not knowing information about the Ninjago reboot she was hired for. Both the accounts used generic profile pics from classic cartoons, reblogged posts of mine shortly after creating their account, and had this manner of speaking in their posts which immediately set off alarm bells in my head.

In case you are not privy to the saga, this person made a bunch of false accusations about me on one account while defending me on another in order to, I guess, try and win my favor. This after harassing, threatening, and otherwise pestering me on a number of spam accounts. This includes the full range of pretending to be a fan with a tragic story about a dead brother, to weird sex foot fetish fantasies. Since then I have received emails claiming to be showrunners interested in my feedback which I'm also certain are her.

I have also linked them back to the zanenindroid account, and the parachutingkitfanpage, both abandoned at this point, presumably because they didn't get traction.

I need you to understand I was on the fence about sharing this information. Even if they're making my life annoying, this person has at times claimed to be 16 in messages to me in the past (I figure it's possible that the 23yo thing might just be her pretending to be my same age) and I don't want to be the guy who calls out a kid who lied on the internet to try and get friends- even if what they're doing is ABSOLUTELY inexcusable, it's only really affecting me. I know how to use the block button. Turning off non-follow messaging and anon asks is annoying, but not that huge a deal if it means cutting off avenues for them to contact me.

But recently my MOTHER informed me that she got some strange messages from someone claiming to be a 23yo voice actress, and tried gaslighting her into believing she knew her mom from a writing group like 10 years ago (which is not possible btw), and should TOTALY introduce her to me, because we're the same age, and both interested in animation.

I can't not talk about this anymore. When you bring my family into this, you lose any attempt at mercy from me.

Especially given we have quite a few minors in the fandom, I feel obligated to say something. I would not feel comfortable with anyone I know or care about interacting with this person, regardless of how harmless this person thinks their intentions are. They have proved themselves to be a manipulative, lying, unhinged, and obsessive personality willing to put someone they presumably like through some of the scariest scenarios you can find yourself in on the internet- and then drag your family into it. I would ask that you do not interact, do not give them the time of day, do not try to reason with them, and try your best not to be fooled by new accounts that pop up a week from now with suspiciously similar behavior, because I'm almost certain that will happen if Aya goes silent.

Maybe you think I'm paranoid, and over blowing things, and that's your call to make, but I would not be making this post if I did not feel strongly about this.

Even if somehow this is not the same person, and I am falsely linking these two nearly identical identities, at the very least Aya is not who she proports to be. She claims to have provided temp voices for season 3 just this month (temp voices being temporary voice work done before the actual actors are able to record their lines), but Devon Mack (voice actor for Arin) has confirmed that he was in the middle of recording the official dialogue for season 3 back in January of this year. The idea that the production team would only just now be recording TEMP dialogue for animation that's going to release in just a few months is an absolutely WILD claim. I can not convey to you what an insanely truncated timeline that would be. I don't even think that Dragons Rising is a the kind of show to use temp dialogue, none the less have the budget and time to hire out if they did need temp voices, rather than just using production members like most temp work.

Please, be careful out there everyone.

I'm praying I never have to address this again.

[iam-anordinary-human-orami]

I know spotify wasn't a thing probably for the aftg universe but like imagine it was and the trojans are holding a spotify wrapped unwrapped party or some dumb name like that, where they gather the team and what they do essentially is they write down what their top 5 songs were on a piece of paper, give it to this year's presenter and that person plays songs from each top 5 and the trojans have to figure out whose list it is.

So everyone thinks oh jean probably listens to french music, whether classical or otherwise, cause he seems to be so out of touch with pop culture. But, they forget that Jean started living with two lesbians and a gay golden retriever(I don't mean bark bark) and so his music horizons have widened.

So it's Jean's top 5, no one knows of course. Presenter is one of the trojans "and here goes our next mystery contestant starting off strong with... a band named, I assume it's a band, um plastic titties?" People are snickering, "we get it you're gay" "they're lesbians Harold!", and Jean tenses but hides it very well that it's his top 5. Song starts. It's a screamo punk indie rock combo. Ppl start making guesses, "your honour I think it's Cat, only she knows fringe bands with monthly listeners less than this team's defence line" cat yelling back "not my fault you're a slave to the trends you swiftie!" , "Look me in the eye and tell me you dont know the words to 'love story' " , "Settle down, we ain't finished yet. Any other guesses?" , "Are we sure it's not one of the coaches?" , "Which coach do YOU think would listen to, and I repeat, 'plastic titties'? And if anyone else responds with 'your mom' I'm banning u from this round" , "Play the next one so we cop a feel" , "Why u gotta make it weird bro"

"Okay next one!" And the next one is like an intense rap song "someone's covering their tracks people", "we need to figure out whether this is working out music or what they genuinely listen to", "go on to the next one cause this is a bop but it could be anyone", "couldn't be Jeremy though" Jeremy standing up for himself "hey, I listen to rap" , "says the person who's top song was probably by Natasha Bedingfield", "beat the Sugababes fan allegations and then refer to our captain"

"Riight, next one is" and the next one is a funky hip hop anti-establishment song "sounds like Laila people" laila making it clear "I do listen to them but I can guarantee you that's not in my top favourites, not because it's not a banger, but because I don't listen to this album very much" , "she's lying to the defence your honour!" , "No one's in trial Cody sit down" Jean turning to look at Jeremy "and this is supposed to be a bonding exercise?" Jeremy thoroghouly invested in the game and scribbling down "bet you it's Ananya, she's been awfully quiet" Jean rolls his eyes, his hands crossed while he looks upon the second best collegiate exy team and wondering how his life came to this

"Aight? Is there anyone that has an educated guess?" Shawn puts his hand up, presenter says "I said educated" Shawn puts his hand down.

The last two songs are like an indie creepy heartfelt song and a ballad. This throws everyone off. At the end of the round everyone is accusing everyone and their mother, Jean with a sigh and rubbing his temples "we could be doing drills" , someone yells "I bet my firstborn it's Nabil!" , "You are an embarrassment to this team, sit down!" "Nabil is an anime nerd, I didn't hear a single Naruto in that playlist!", "That's not amv music your honour" , "bring the strikers forward let them justify their crimes upon the eyes of God!" , "If it's a crime to have good taste lock👏 me 👏up👏"

The presenter gets tired after a while "alright, kindly shut your traps so we can have a winning day! The mystery contestant is.. drumroll people! The mystery contestant isss....Jean" Silence. And then "I didn't know the french listen to screamo?", "But your honour, this is not coloniser music?", "Amelie is not even on there though", someone quietly "not a single song about baguettes?", "What's next? Jeremy Knox being a secret death metal fan?"

Meanwhile, Dan got the foxes to post screenshots of their top 5 songs on social media. The Internet is breaking cause why is Andrew Minyard's top song by the veronicas???

[drakoneve]

Destined Meetings

request: Hey, do you think you could write something where the reader is related to tig somehow, and they're in charming for work or college and they start a relationship with juice? Cute and a little angsty at first?

pairing: Juice Ortiz x Trager!Reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: club crimes, reader's mom isn't the best + suggested childhood trauma, alcohol and drug (maryj) use

a/n: there will be another part for sure, but i might make this a bit of a mini-series, lmk what you think. happy reading!

Tig hardly ever talked about it, but he'd been married once. He would rather die than ever admit he loved anyone but Dawn and Fawn, but he loved her. And you, his sweet, sweet Y/n.

His heart clenched at the thought of you. You were only two years old at the time of the accident. The day your mother decided she had had enough of Tig and the life he came with and that she needed to run.

It was that day, when your mother pulled out of Charming and never looked back. She only made it two towns over before she took a reckless turn right off an overpass into oncoming traffic.

Tig could remember the look on Unser's face as he approached the older man in the TM parking lot like yesterday, and how he wished he could go back and convince your mom not to go. Or to leave you, at least.

Unser had just began working with the club back then, and this case in particular had always stuck with him. A woman trying to escape her outlaw husband with their baby daughter who ends up getting into a horrific accident that ends up killing them both? One of the saddest stories Unser had ever heard.

Except for the fact none of it was true.

Because there you stood, alive and well, right in front of the Chief's desk.

"I know it sounds crazy," you shake your head, hopeful look on your face. "I wouldn't believe it either, actually. And I don't really have any proof other than my memories, but I'm sure it's him."

The aging polaroid in you had provided him of a much younger Tig and a woman he recognizes to be your mother back when she was pregnant with you.

"No, no," he waves your worries away. "I believe you. In fact, I remember your mother, vaguely, and you look a lot like her."

You grimace. "Yeah, I've been told a few times. So do you know where I can find Alexander?"

Chief Unser pulls a pen from his shirt pocket and begins writing on a slip of paper on his desk. "This is the address of the Teller-Morrow, the automotive shop your dad works at. I would take you there myself, but I'm swamped here."

"Oh, it's no issue," you shrug and take the slip of paper. "I can get there myself. Thank you for everything, though."

You turn and begin to leave when Unser calls for you to stop.

"I forgot to mention, your dad goes by 'Tig.'"

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Juice stretched out his arms and popped his neck while he wiped his hands with a rag. Two weeks of waiting for one part was finally over, and he could get this damn Taurus out of the shop. He tossed the rag into his toolbox when a sleek black car comes rumbling into the lot.

He leaves the garage to get a closer look and notices the car is actually a classic, a well taken care of (or well restored) '69 Chevy. While he admires the car he notices you, too.

Your hair is partly clipped back, with enough loose enough to frame your face in a casual look. You're pretty, and admittedly he'd be more distracted by you but Juice can tell by the look on your face you're nervous. Juice would know, it's a look he's had to learn to hide.

By sight and sound nothing seemed to be wrong with your car, and Juice can't help but wonder why you're here.

You shut the engine off and exit your vehicle, all the while silently composing yourself. Heart thudding in your chest, you wonder if you're doing the right thing.

Juice takes the moment you shut the door to approach further.

"Hello," he greets politely, friendly smile on his face. "I'm Juice, and I'll be taking care of you today. What seems to be the problem?"

"Oh, no," you shake your head and laugh nervously. "Nothing's wrong with her. I'm actually-"

You pause, close your eyes for a second and bite the inside of your bottom lip. Juice can't help but watch you fondly, finding you oddly adorable.

Finally you open your eyes and flash a bright, genuine smile.

Damn, I'm made, he thinks.

"This is gonna sound completely insane," you explain, nervously clasping your hands together. "But, um, I'm looking for Alexa- well, no, Tig, Tig Trager."

Juice raises his brows. "Tig? Uh, I don't know if now's the best time."

It's true, he's currently in Oakland with Jax and Chibs on quick business.

"Look, I know it's inconvenient and you don't know me," you plead. You're closer now and Juice can smell your sweet perfume and practically feel your hopefulness. "But until a couple months ago I had no idea my dad was even alive. And then I found out I was here for weeks before realizing he's here, too."

Your dad? There has to be a story there. Juice raises his hands to either side of your arms, holding you still in hopes to assure you.

"It's okay," he says sternly, but in an endearing way. "Tig's not here right now but he should be soon, so let's head on inside and you can tell me a little bit about you. Just to be sure, no offense."

You smile, relieved to be believed to some extent rather than none. "Thank you, Juice. Thank you."

Juice leads you into the Teller-Morrow through the garage entrance into the larger building. From what you could see on the outside you wouldn't have imagined such a spacious clubhouse inside.

Inside were several pool tables, a couch with mini pieces about, a bar with stools, and other tables each with their own set of chairs. Decorations littered the walls and floors and you laughed to yourself as you noted a nearly full ashtray on almost every surface and a wall completely dedicated to mugshots.

Juice leads you to the bar where he gestures for you to sit as he makes his way around. You slip onto a stool and watch patiently as Juice finds two glasses and turns to you.

"What's your preference?"

You shrug, "Whatever, I'm not partial. On the rocks, though."

He serves you and pours his own drink before setting the bottle down and leaning on the bar on his elbows in front of you.

"So tell me about you," Juice presses softly. He can tell by your fingers circling the rim of your glass that you're not excited for this conversation but he has no choice. "You said you've been here for a few weeks, where'd you live before?"

"Nevada, mostly," you tell him before sipping on your drink. "My mother moved us around a couple times and we lived in Colorado for a while before eventually settling in Sparks."

"Why'd you guys move around?"

You drain the rest of your drink quickly in hopes it'll support you through this conversation. Juice begins to refill your glass without being asked.

"I didn't know it then, but my mom was running from the Sons," you confess.

Juice's eyes widen slightly as he looked you over. What could you know about the club? They were notorious around Charming sure, but with their recent run ins with the ATF has the club struggling and making choices they wouldn't normally make.

You continue, "It wasn't until I graduated high school and I left that she told me my dad was actually alive. Then she told me about the Sons of Anarchy, and everything else I did on my own."

Juice nods, unsure of what to say. He nurses his drink for a moment before reaching for your hand.

"This life is complicated, but we're a family here."

The gesture, simple as it is, riles up all the pent up feelings you've mastered all your life comes rushing forward as tears brim your eyes.

"Family," you repeat and pull your hand from Juice to wipe your tears. "What a weird concept?"

The two of you talk well into the evening and you end up migrating to the couch with a bottle and a large bowl of buttery popcorn. Juice made good company. He's genuine, gunny, and from the way he talks you can tell the Sons are something special to him.

He tells you about himself in turn for the vulnerable information you've given him. You learn he was born and raised in New York before coming to Charming, and he has a little sister behind in the city. Juice tells you he works in the TM garage alongside what he does for the club.

"I'm not stupid," you tell him once you notice his hesitance. "It's not hard to find information on the club from the locals around here."

He chuckles softly, "Yeah, I'm sure. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

Before you can the rumbling of bikes coming into the TM parking lot distracts you. Instinctively you grabbed Juice's hand, but let go just as fast as you'd grabbed him. Luckily before he can say anything the door bursts open and income more Sons.

The first is a younger blond man with piercing blue eyes and you notice the President patch on his left. He greets Juice happily before his eyes look to you, and he looks confused but seemingly brushes it off and goes to the bar.

Your dad walks in near arm in arm with another handsome man with scarred cheeks, obviously older than he is in the polaroid you own, but otherwise he seems the same. Its as if he can feel your gaze as he turns to meet his blue eyes to your own.

You stand, trying to ignore the thumping of your heart in your chest. "Hi, Tig," you greet, silently cursing the waver in your voice. Immediately the polaroid is out of your back pocket and in your hand. "My name's Y/n, and my mom's Y/m/n."

He takes the polaroid from you without a word and holds it carefully in his hands. His friend has stepped away towards Juice, likely for questioning.

"I saw Unser earlier today," you continue on. "He told me that I have a grave here in Charming, so does mom. Funny, considering she always told me you were the dead one."

You take a shaky breath in, trying to keep from bursting into tears. "I just... I wanted you to know I'm not dead, very much alive. I don't, like, expect anything from you I just knew I had to say something."

Tig finally breaks away from the polaroid to meet your eyes again, and it makes you feel a bit better to see his blue eyes are as tear filled as your own.

He raises one hand to cup your cheek, thumb moving to wipe your tears. "Losing you was the worst pain of my life," he admits softly.

His words crumble your resolve, the walls you'd spent your adolescence building to protect yourself fell faster than they were constructed. You practically fall into his arms, and the two of you break down as you hold each other.

As you sob into Tig's chest he merely cradles you the way he wishes he'd been able to all these years. The way he deserved to have been there for you. He holds you tight against him like he's afraid you'll dissipate and it'll be decades before he sees you again.

"We're gonna be okay, baby," he tells you. "We're gonna be okay."

This time, he's not going to be letting you go so easy.

[strangersteddierthings]

Gut Instinct: Chapter 4 - Saturday

[Art] [Ao3] [Prologue] [Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [Interlude] [Chapter Three] [Chapter Four]

Steve hasn’t told anyone but Robin that his parents are never returning, but here, in his car, one hand on the wheel, the other still on the gear shift after having put it in drive with Dustin and Max in the backseat, Robin in the passenger, and Eddie fucking Munson in his rear view mirror, he’s reminded of it. Steve is well aware of the giant empty house he’s going to go back to. Is suddenly and intimately reminded of how it felt to have to spend nights alone so many times because his parents were never there.

Steve was alone after that first experience with the Upside Down but at least alone in a house. Not some shitty boathouse in the outskirts of town, with nothing but a tarp to use as a blanket.

A wave of protectiveness, that starts from his gut, washes through him as he watches the shadow of Munson slink back into the boathouse. Steve was alone, but Munson doesn’t have to be. Steve didn’t have anyone, but he’s gonna make fucking sure Munson does.

Steve throws the car back into park. “We can’t just leave him alone after what he’s seen.”

“Where are we supposed to take him?” Max asks but he is already climbing out of the car.

Munson pops his head back out of the boathouse, presumably having heard Steve approaching or to check why the car hasn’t pulled away yet. “Harrington?”

“You can’t stay in a boathouse,” Steve says, “look at how easily we found you. You want the cops to come calling next? This is less a polite request and more of a demand. Let's go. Me or the cops?”

Munson looks at him with bewilderment. “Dude, no way are your parents going to let me in the front door.”

“We’ll use the back door,” Steve says, then looks around the boathouse and goes for a different tactic. Bribery. "Come on, my house is a hell of a lot more comfortable than this, and I got plenty of ways to distract you from the horrors.”

Munson looks stunned for a moment, eyebrows hidden behind his bangs before his face darkens, like he wants to argue. He doesn't, though. He follows Steve back to his car, all skittish and high strung like an abandoned house cat. 

Steve opens the back driver side door and tells Robin to pull her seat as far forward as she can and for the kids to lift their legs. Munson’s coming to his house.

The look Dustin gives him is warm and open and says thank you almost too loudly. Steve looks away, stares out towards the boathouse as Munson wiggles his way on to the floor of the Bimmer. Dustin is so open with his emotions and Steve is so proud of him for that, but it always leaves him feeling a bit out of his depth. Also, leaves him little bit in love with Dustin’s mom for never doing anything to discourage Dustin from feeling his feelings.

Once everyone squishes into the back, Steve shuts the door and climbs back into the driver’s seat. He can’t pull his seat as far forward as he’d like but he does his best to give Munson more room on the floor.

The drive is mostly silent until Steve is about two blocks from the trailer park.

“Stop! Stop stop!” Max yells from the backseat, causing Steve to slam on the breaks. Thankful the streets seem to be deserted so no one rear-ends him. Munson curses from the floor, though, a little thrown around. “Sorry. Sorry. You can’t pull into the park. The police…”

She trails off but Steve understands. Thinks they all do.

“Alright,” Robin says, nodding to herself as she speaks, “We’ll get a little closer and Steve can park on the side of the road. I’ll walk you home.”

“Dustin, go with,” Steve knows it sounds like an order, but he doesn’t mean it that way. He finds Dustin’s eyes in the rear view and Dustin nods. He understands. Steve inches forward as much as he dares and pulls off the side of the road to park.

Once they’ve existed the car and start up the road, there’s shuffling behind him and Steve pries his eyes away from watching Robin, Max, and Dustin walk down the road to look over his shoulder. Munson has sat up awkwardly, lifting himself just enough to be able to watch as well, an expression on his face that Steve understands. Like Munson doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into and he’s not sure whether he wants to commit.

Steve understands that. He remembers running from Nancy’s house, so long ago now it seems. He made a choice then. Keeps making it.

He also remembers how alone he felt afterwards. He won’t let Munson feel the same way. He didn’t have anyone to turn to about the nightmares, the constant terror, the bone deep fear that never left. He didn’t have anyone to talk to then, at least, not someone who was also just a traumatized child. He’s got Robin now.

Steve turns to stare out the windshield again. Neither of them says anything while they wait but they do let out identical sighs of relief when Robin and Dustin come back into view. The car rocks a bit as Munson settles back onto the floor.

Robin stops at her door, looking around, not getting into the car until after Dustin climbs in the back seat, sitting sideways to keep his feet out of Munson’s space.

“Good thing Max was thinking clearly,” Robin slides into the car, twisting herself to look at Dustin but it’s clear she’s speaking to Munson when she says, “Your home’s got a police car parked in front. But, uh, Max said she’d check in on Wayne if she sees him. See how he’s coping, y’know?” She slips a hand between the seats to pat Munson twice on his leg before seat belting in. Munson makes a soft noise in response. They all pretend it didn’t sound like a sob.

Dustin is next. He won’t leave the car until Munson sits up and allows Dustin to give him an awkward hug where Dustin bends in what seems a painful way to smoosh Munson’s skull in his arms, as good a hug as they can do at the awkward angle. Steve feels a wave of jealousy and shoves that down. He will not be jealous that Dustin cares for Munson. He should feel glad that Dustin just gets to have more people who care about him in his life. Everyone in the car watches Dustin disappear into his house.

Steve parks in front of Robin’s house but Robin doesn’t make a move to take her seat belt off right away. Instead, she sits with her hands balled into fists in her lap. “Steve-“

He reaches over and cups one of Robin’s hands in his own. “Don’t worry, Robbie. I got a good feeling about this.”

She gives one stiff nod before taking a deep breath in, then out. She flips her hand over in his grasp and links their fingers. “Alright, dingus. You call if you need anything. Otherwise, I’ll see you later. Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” he agrees. “I love you.”

“Gross. Love you, too,” she grins at him, gives his hand one squeeze before releasing him and soon he watches her vanish behind her front door.

Munson is deathly silent the entire ride back to Steve’s house.

Steve never uses the garage, probably out of habit since his parents used to be the ones using it. He pulls his car in it tonight. Waits for the garage door to lower then says, “Alright Munson, no one can see you. And don’t worry, my parents won’t be showing up anytime soon.”

Munson pops up with a soft grunt, crawling out of the backseat and all but spilling onto the floor of the garage. Steve waits for Munson to stand up before rounding the car and heading into the door that leads into the house. 

He turns to wait for Munson and really sees him for the first time under the dim light of the garage. Back at the boathouse, Munson was wound tight, pressing a broken bottle to Steve’s neck. His hand was shaking, though, through the bravado. Steve felt it quaking at his neck.

And Steve knows. He recognizes the look in Munson’s eyes. Can see that Munson’s trying so hard to hold it together right now. Pretending to be okay. Because Steve did, does, it too when faced with strangers. But his shoulders aren’t as tense right now as they were at the boathouse. If anything, he seems a little relieved. Probably because he’s got confirmation he’s not crazy. 

Munson follows him into the house and shuts the garage door behind him.

Steve feels like he’s being followed by a ghost as he leads Munson through his house, as silent and distant as Munson seems to be. He flicks on lights as he goes, mostly so Munson won’t be bouncing off the doorways or furniture in the dark. No need to add physical injuries to his trauma.

He wonders if Munson’s going to be okay sleeping alone. He’s got no idea if Munson slept in that boathouse, or if he was up all night freaking out. Steve doesn’t want to be alone, he realizes. He could offer that they sleep in the rec room on the couches. Might not be as comfortable as a bed but… Yeah. He’ll offer the guest room, if Munson wants to be alone, and the rec room if he doesn’t. Munson can pick what he prefers.

They go upstairs and Steve turns to Munson and what comes out of his mouth is, “I usually sleep with someone after things like this happen. Occupy the mind, you know? Would you mind if we slept together?”

Steve doesn’t even register how fucking weird that is to ask someone who isn’t Robin until Munson rears back like Steve gut-punched him and shoots him that same bewildered look from before, eyes wider than ever and looking wild. “Fucking hell Harrington! At least treat a man to dinner before propositioning him.”

Steve can’t help the laugh that leaves him like a bark before he quickly shoves it down and all but shouts, “That was- I’m so used to Robin just....” Steve feels his face heat up in a blush, trailing off because Munson doesn't even look like he's breathing he's so still.

They stand at the top of the stairs, just staring at each other.

Munson is silent so long that Steve feels the need to fill the silence. “You, uh, think on that. I’m gonna go scrounge up some food for us.” He points to various doors around the upstairs as he adds, “That room’s the guest room. The door at the end of the hall is my room, door between them is a bathroom.”

“Bathroom?” Those words seem to perk Munson up a bit, “Can I… shower?”

“Yeah, man,” Steve walks down the hall to the linen closet, glad to be able to put some distance between them now that he’s gone and made it awkward. More awkward? Hell, he doesn’t know what Munson thinks about him, so it could be making him wish he’d stayed at the boathouse.

He pulls out two towels from the closet and then heads to the bathroom. He can hear Munson’s footsteps behind him as he opens the door and goes to set the towels on the sink counter, belatedly realizing what an absolute disaster the bathroom is. There’s no room on the counter with all the things Steve has set out, mostly his shit but also things Robin uses when she stays the night. Dirty clothes litter the floor and Steve does his best to kick them into a pile near the door.

It's Munson’s turn to laugh, “This is the only room that looks lived in, dude.”

Steve can’t argue that. He sweeps all the stuff spread across the sink counter into the sink itself until there’s enough room for the towels and sets them down. “Let me go grab you something to change into after.”

He tears his dresser apart looking for something that Munson won’t feel out of place in. He finds a pair of faded black sweats and plain grey Henley. It’s not Munson’s style but at least it’s not a polo shirt. That would just look downright wrong on Munson. He hesitates a moment before diving into his sock and underwear drawer. He finds the coziest socks he owns and the best-looking pair of briefs. He doesn’t know if it would be awkward to offer underwear, but also, is it more awkward if he doesn’t? He decides he’ll not mention them, and Munson can make his own choice when he sees them.

Returning to the bathroom he finds that Munson has removed all his clothes but his boxers. He’s leaning back against the sink but doesn’t look relaxed at all. He’s almost taller than he was before even though he’s leaning against something, like he’s trying to stand as straight and tall as he can while faking a casual lean? It makes no sense to Steve.

Munson’s inspecting a bottle of conditioner, brow scrunched as he reads the back of it. He doesn’t seem to notice that Steve’s returned, so he finds himself cataloguing Munson. He lingers on his scrunched face, fascinated by how soft and adorable it makes him look. Then, Steve’s eye catches all the black on Munson’s arms. He’s got more tattoos than Steve thought, with the ones that had been hidden by his Hellfire shirt. Steve’s eyes jump from the spider on his chest to the dark hair on a soft looking tummy leading down... He needs to derail any thoughts on how hot Eddie Munson is right now. The dude just witnessed someone else die, for fuck’s sake. Steve’s not about to take advantage of Munson right now. Unsure of what else to do, Steve blurts out, “Hey!”

“Fucking hell!” Munson yelps, whipping his head up to look at him like he might be an axe murderer, arm drawing back like he’s going to lob the conditioner at Steve in self-defense. He catches himself from actually throwing the bottle though, so a win for Steve.

“I brought some clean clothes. Just come to the kitchen when you’re done. Use anything in the shower. It’s good shampoo and conditioner, I promise. Bring down your clothes with you and we’ll put them in the wash.” Steve is trying so hard to be normal right now, but he mostly feels like he’s being a creep.

Munson nods, eyes drifting back to the conditioner in his hand. Steve drops the clothes onto the toilet seat lid and leaves, closing the door behind him. He stands outside the door until he hears the shower turn on.

He really will be a creep if he just stands there and listens to Munson shower. Off to make dinner.

[random-potat]

and they were roommates - kjs. - pt. 6

part 6. mission: don't burn the house down (wc. 459)

Walking into your shared room with Haneul and Siyoon, you take in the whole experience. The room was minimal, with large windows bringing in the natural light. There were three beds evenly spaced out with a small walk-in closet toward the left. 

“Ok! So who wants which bed?” Haneul asks. 

You shrug your shoulders. “Doesn’t matter to me; I just can’t wait to sleep.” 

“Oh my gosh, same,” Siyoon exclaims. 

“Rock, paper, scissors?” 

“Let’s go!”

After unpacking your clothes and makeup into the closet, the three of you guys sit on the ground in order to get to know one another.

“Let’s start with the basics,” Siyoon suggested. “Things like birthdays, or like favourite artists.” 

As you nod along, Siyoon speaks, “I’ll go first! My birthday is February 16th, and I really like IU and Lisa from Blackpink.” 

Haneul goes next. “I was born on May 25, and I’m a very big fan of Olivia Rodrigo.” 

Being the last one, you think about who your favourite artists are. “My birthday is ___, and I really enjoy SEVENTEEN, and my mom listened to a lot of 70’s/80’s music when I was growing up, so I really admire ABBA and Queen. 

Just as the conversations get more comfortable with jokes being made, a bell can be heard coming from the living room. 

The three of you all lock eyes. “Guess we have to go outside,” you state. 

Going out of the room, you see the three guys coming out of their room at the same time. Heading towards the living room, you can see what looks like a letter on the coffee table. 

With the six of you guys sitting on the sofas, Youngjae reaches out for the letter and reads it aloud. 

“Welcome to the first official mission of We Became Roommates! Every new home needs to hold a housewarming party, and a housewarming party is not the same with some food. This week’s mission is to come together as a group and make a homemade meal. You guys will be separating into two groups of three by picking sticks that have a colour and heading to the grocery store to get ingredients. The red team will be in charge of the main course, and the blue team will be in charge of the desserts. Happy cooking, and welcome to the new home!” 

You nervously make eye contact with Youngjae, knowing that cooking is not yours or his forte. Baking and cooking are definitely two different things in your head.

Picking out your sticks, you end up in the main course meal team, with Ni-ki and Jongseob. 

“Soo,” you start, “does anyone know how to cook?” 

Crickets. 

“Ok, let’s just try not to burn the house down,” you murmur.

a/n: let's hope they don't burn the food :) also i think u can easily lose a 6ft man at a grocery store but i digress 😌 also dont mind the typo that was on the 4th pic 😀 im actually a lil 🤏 bit behind at doing the drafts for this smau but it's ok 💪 gotta challenge my time management skills (ᴗ_ ᴗ。)╭ i have like a bunch of the storyline planned out just need to actually do the social media part of it and do all those pictures ദ്ദി (ᵒ̴̶̷᷄﹏ᵒ̴̶̷᷅)

synopsis: With long-time K-pop fans asking for another season of the infamous variety show We Got Married, MBC brings it back with a spin-off, We Became Roommates. As a way to bring K-pop fans together, the first season involves six idols born in 2005. With seeing each other every day, doing missions for every episode, making memories, and fans watching and shipping, blossoming friendships and a bubbling romance can't be helped. pairing: idol!jongseob x fem idol!reader genre: idol au, crack, fluff, humour, coworkers to friends to lovers

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[imdeadinsidesiriuslydead]

Hi, could you write a reader x Jason Grace sex scene? they were at camp half-blood, being really cute, and Piper gets jealous (I love her sometimes, but I love to imagine her as a little villain), and since she's being inconvenient, they go to Jason's cabin and have sex

Jealous | Jason Grace x fem! Reader

a/n: Jason is such an underrated character that gets so much hate. Like yea he’s not Percy but like does every character suck just cause they are not Percy? Like bfr! I love both and can’t choose. Any way here’s some smut and fluff for you hun!💕

warnings: smut! Fluff! Jealous!Piper.

MINORS LEAVE BEFORE I CALL YOUR MOMS!

Everyone was singing around the campfire as you and Jason snuggled up. Ever since Jason and you made it official, Piper had been annoyingly popping up at the most inconvenient moments.

She started barging in on your couple time, causing the two of you to turn alone time into trio time.

You wouldn’t consider her a friend, not really, she was more of an acquaintance. You knew of the most messing with her mind and making her think Jason and her were an item, but you are also aware of the fact that it was an illusion and when it came down to it, she rejected him. But she couldn’t seem to let go.

Right now is one of those moments.

She appeared next to you two and just helped herself to the blanket cocooning you and Jason.

“Don’t mind me.” She said as she sat next to Jason’s side.

Jason gave you an annoyed look and mouth “sorry.” As he looked back to the fire.

You reached under the blanket and went to hold his hand.

“Jason! Could you fix the feather in my hair? I can’t quite get it to stay put.” She said.

“Sure.” And just like that, both of his hands are occupied. Piper gave you a smirk that went completely unnoticed by Jason as he concentrated on fixing the feather.

You were sick and tired of Pipers ability to get Jason to do what she wanted. Her powers whether she could tell or not, you knew she could but would love to give her the benefit of the doubt, had a clear affect on him. Cause afterwards he’s confused on why he did what she asked, he goes out of his way to avoid her because of it.

You decided to knock him out of it. And an evil little idea entered you head and you impulsively took it.

Jason was almost finished with the clasp on the feather when he felt your hand gently grab his knee. He ignored it but he couldn’t now because it was traveling up his leg slowly.

He tried to keep his breathing steady as he fixed the last little bit of the clasp. He tried to ignore the tightening of his pants as your hand stroked his leg slowly getting closer to his bulge.

“There.” He said as he turns away from Piper, ignoring the smile she sends his way.

He turns to you and gives you a stern look. You smile innocently back and turn to face the campfire.

you hand grabs his bulge hard causing him to quickly get up ands grab your hand, pulling you with him.

Piper gets up and asks where he’s going but he far to gone to listen to her.

He drags you all the way back to his cabin and slams the door shut. Everyone is far away at the campfire for anyone to see you enter his cabin.

“You’re gonna get it.” He says as he rips off your shirt and pants quickly.

————

Piper followed you. She was concerned for Jason, he had left in a hurry.

She thought something was wrong. He must have had a vision, or remembered something about the prophecy.

She walked up to the Zeus cabin and knocked on the door. No answer.

She could have sworn she saw you guys walk this way.

She was curious and opened the door.

What she was not expecting was to see Jason and you on his bed fucking like cats in heat.

She stared horrified at the scene in front of her as Jason and your moans bounced off the walls.

Jason felt someone watching them and turned around. He quickly fell on top of you and tried to cover you up with his body as he pulled a blanket over his bottom half.

“Piper?!?” He asked as he scrambled to cover you up.

Piper seemed to have come to her senses and snapped out of it. She looked like a deer caught in headlight.

“Shit! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to- bye!” She said before running out of the cabin and slamming the door shut.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Jason said, losing all of his precious confidence and looking away.

“It’s not your fault. She walked in and just had to ruin things.” You said jealously. You played with your hair as Jason turned back towards you.

“I know. She barges in all the time. I’m sorry. Her charm speak whether she knows it or not affects me and then I just can’t focus clearly.” He said as he buried his head in his hands.

“Well,” you start as you push the blanket off his shoulders and trail your hands down his chest. “She’s not here now.” You say with a mischievous smile.

Jason lifts his head and smiles at you too before kissing you with so much urgency.

He picks you up flips you around, putting you on your hands and knees. He quickly rubs his cock through your warmth before thrusting in.

He goes faster, probably scared of Piper coming back, and moans as he reaches a point inside you only he can reach.

He reaches down and runs your clit, causing you to orgasm quickly. You won’t lie, being caught really turned you on.

It must have done the opposite for Jason as he was pounding into you for at least another 3 minutes before finally releasing into you. He whined as he pulled out and laid on top of you.

“I’ll talk to Piper about boundaries.” He said as he pulled you towards him.

“Ok.” You said as you leaned closer to him. “We probably have to head back, so no one in my cabin gets suspicious.” You try to get up but are pulled back down by Jason’s strong arms.

“Not now. Later.” He hums sleepily as he snuggled into you more. You laugh as your eyes begin to get heavy.

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Sorry if this is really short!

request are open.

[yerimbrit]

WWIB > 5. lunch with pretty (wc: 1.2k)

danielle grins happily as she listens to y/n explain each classroom and their respective teachers. mrs. kim and mr. park, the math teachers, mr. baek the literature teacher—the list goes on. y/n has more annoyed complaints to say about mr. song, which makes danielle giggle with her hand covering her mouth.

she notices her mentor has a hard time making eye contact with her. everyone that she's talked to is okay, but it seems it's different when it comes to danielle. it reassures her in thinking that her seatmate may already have some feelings for her too.

"mrs. kim is nice, but she keeps giving us pop quizzes," y/n gulps down the last of her pocari sweat and throws it away at the nearest recycling bin. "i don't know about mr. park but from what i've heard for eunchae—the girl who kept poking me in class today—he likes pop quizzes too."

danielle takes a sip of her strawberry milk. y/n was adamant about treating her, even if it was just the school vending machines. they finally replaced the selection with better drinks, and everyone's been swarming the machines during break according to the girl. "that's bad," she pouts, "i can't do well on tests without studying super hard; i'll have to study everyday."

y/n widens her eyes and shakes her head, finally glancing at danielle. the transfer student's eyes glimmer with genuine fear. "ah, it's not that bad! they're usually right after we review some introductory material or something like that, don't worry."

they walk through the hallways. some students stare in awe at danielle as they walk past the pair, even more so when she greets each of them with a bright smile. y/n looks like she's seconds away from either passing out or growling at the other students.

they're about to enter the cafeteria when danielle stops briefly. "you didn't have plans with your friends, did you? i know i asked if you wanted to eat lunch together but it's not too late to back out..."

y/n ponders for a moment, glancing around. "i'll... i want to eat lunch with you, it's okay. do you know anyone else here?" she slowly asks. 'she really has a permanent smile on her face,' y/n notes in her head.

"i have a friend who's a senior, but she's... busy today. i can always catch up with her later!" danielle answers easily, hoisting her backpack up to adjust it.

y/n nods and they walk into the already-bustling lunchroom. they don't bother getting in line since danielle brought her own food for today and y/n had a particularly big breakfast with haerin.

"you're not gonna eat?" danielle decides to question this decision, pulling her comically large lunchbox out of her bag, which separates into three different containers. she almost looks disappointed at the lack of food in front of her mentor. 'she's really expressive,' y/n adds to her mental note.

the girl in front of her stares in bewilderment, looking between danielle and her abundance of food that she prepared for lunch. "is that all for you?" she asks in astonishment, before quickly realizing that danielle might take it the wrong way. "i mean, not that i'm calling you-"

y/n gets cut off by the girl laughing. the sound makes her feel like she's floating, ready to ascend to whatever's up there. 'this must be heaven.'

"it's okay! i'm a big eater, i'm pretty active. i used to do track back in australia, but i had to quit because my family was moving back to korea."

the girl across from her nods in understanding, drumming her fingertips on top of the table. "you're from australia?"

"yeah! i was born there but we moved back and forth between seoul and newcastle. my mom's korean."

danielle takes the lids off of her lunchbox containers, revealing a copious amount of gimbap, some cutlery, and a whole box dedicated to a mix of cherry tomatoes and baby carrots. she gestures to the container filled with the fruits and vegetables. "want some?"

"oh," y/n's mouth forms an 'o' shape, and she picks a cherry tomato from the pile. "thank you."

the australian watches as y/n pops the fruit into her mouth with expectant eyes. "is it sweet?"

"mm, very."

"that's good! i love fruits and vegetables, i can't go a day without having them. oh, especially carrots. i love carrots," danielle rambles as she picks up a piece of her gimbap with her chopsticks and shoves it in her mouth. she repeats this until all of her lunch is gone, before y/n can even blink.

"hey loser," eunchae sets her tray down on the table, taking a seat next to y/n. "hi danielle!"

danielle flashes a huge grin and waves, recognizing the girl as the person that y/n was talking about earlier. "hello! eunchae...?"

"big baby..." y/n mutters under her breath. unfortunately for her, eunchae hears it and pinches her on the side. they side-eye each other.

then, as if nothing happened, she turns back to danielle with a friendly expression. "that's right! yunjin-unnie told me lots about you."

this turns out to be something that danielle didn't expect, because she lets out a loud gasp. "you know yunjin-unnie!?"

y/n curses at eunchae in her head.

the two get wrapped up in an exciting conversation about yunjin and how they know her, and also getting to know each other in the process. danielle, yunjin, and another girl named yuna grew up together, and they still keep in touch even now. they keep each other updated on almost every detail of their lives while danielle is away, and also exchanging small pieces of gossip.

eunchae's older sister, chaewon, is close friends with the musician, and she describes them as a "budding situationship" before she laughs it off and changes to a different subject. internally, y/n takes back the curses she directed to the younger girl as she also got to know the pretty girl better through their interaction.

two figures approach their table and eunchae and danielle's conversation is put on pause in order to see who arrived.

"ah, finally!" y/n stands up, moving her bag so the student council power couple could sit. "you took forever."

"danielle," eunchae starts, pointing to the girls that had just settled down in their seats with a lunchbox that the secretary packed. "this is hanni-unnie and minji-unnie, our very own student council secretary and president. guys, this is danielle, the new transfer."

"wow! it's so nice to meet you! i didn't know y/n-ssi was so connected."

"it's very nice to meet you, danielle," hanni states, making a face at y/n, who flips her off while the bright girl isn't looking.

the rest of the girls finish their lunch, with some taking their share of danielle's offered tomatoes and carrots (minji made a face, though no one except hanni and y/n noticed), and soon lunch was over. y/n's face pales at the bell.

she still has class with the new girl in two periods.

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[r4fe-cam3ron]

𓍯 ִֶָ FEBRUARY SIXTH; side b — homesick - noah kahan | r. cameron x reader

w; ooc!rafe, this can be a part three for the two rafe oneshots i’ve posted (here & here!) but can also be read by itself, i barely use descriptive words for reader — i try to make any oneshot i make for anyone who’d like to read!, sort of happy? sort of sad? bittersweet? an; this will have one more part!!! i didn’t expect to really write this much for this, BUT i did anyway. i hope you guys enjoy it!

mixtape here!

Rafe arrives late with a present in his hand — pink tissue paper popping out from the top. He sits it down along with the other bags and presents that say ‘Oh BABY!’ on it, or some other phrase as if anyone would forget they were at a baby shower. 

He shifts a bit when he steps out the opened double doors as he looks around at the crowd that only gathers for the parties to either gloat on their own children or husbands, or talk about whatever Rebecca did on Sunday after church. 

Scoffing quietly to himself, he pushes off the doorframe and makes his way into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator door. He notices that Ward had moved all the drinks, opting to grab a water bottle instead, chugging down the cold liquid. 

It hurts a bit, makes his stomach churn when he pulls the bottle away from his mouth, wiping the remnants off of the top of his lip. He glances over when he hears sandles clacking along the floor. 

Sarah lifts a brow at him, tilting her head. “Are you going to come out and join the rest of humanity or stand in the kitchen by yourself?” 

“And hear about what Georgia did from her mom again? No, thanks.” 

Sarah rolls her eyes, placing a hand on her stomach as she steps closer. It’s a small bump, for now. But each day, Sarah can tell she’s about to have an even heavier load to carry around. She’s enjoying the cute bump she has at the moment. 

Rafe glances down a bit, before looking away. “She’s kicking, you wanna feel?” 

Rafe looks back at her. “She is?” She nods and grabs his hand, pressing it against her side. It’s barely there, a small nudge against his hand that has his lips turning up in a small smile. 

Sarah watches him quietly. “Are you doing okay?” 

Rafe's smile slowly drops, before he pulls his hand away, clearing his throat. “Why wouldn’t I be? I’m fine.” 

“Yeah. You say that,” She steps to the refrigerator, grabbing her own water bottle. “But you live all alone in that small apartment.” She steps towards the platter that Rose hadn’t put outside. 

“I’m fine, Sarah.” 

Sarah chews on a grape before looking back at him. “You’re not fine and it’s okay to say that, Rafe, it’s not weak to admit,” She shakes her head. “If anything, admitting that you’re not okay is one of the strongest things someone can do,” He goes to argue and Sarah can see that by the way his face hardens and eyes turn a bit darker as he shakes his head. She reaches out, silencing him with a grip to his hand. 

“I don’t want you to lose yourself just because you want to hide away and ignore whatever it is you’re trying to ignore.” 

Rafe’s jaw clenches a bit and he looks away from Sarah as he lets out a small sigh. He thinks of what to say, but there’s nothing he thinks of at the moment. 

This house suffocates him, yet he’s homesick. 

“Sarah! Oh, my goodness!” The voice makes him quickly lift his head and follow the sound. You. 

It’s really you. You’ve changed your hair, cut it a bit shorter with, maybe even added highlights. Your makeup is also different along with your clothing — you’ve changed a lot. 

You’re even wearing your glasses that you always thought looked weird on you, yet he always loved them on you. 

Sarah turns and hugs you, tightly gripping onto your shoulders with a giggle. “Happy Valentine’s day.” She says. 

“And to you too,” You pull away, showing her the box of chocolates you’d brought just for her. 

Rafe gulps and turns away as he tries to make himself seem as if he wasn’t staring at you — yet his eyes trail back to you. 

“God, look at you!” You begin lowering your hands but stop short, hands hovering out at her sides. “Is it okay?” You peek up at her. 

Sarah rolls her eyes, nodding. “Of course!” Her hands land on yours, pressing them to her stomach. Your eyes brighten, a big smile spreading over your lips. 

You laugh softly, tilting your head. “She’s kicking.” You mutter softly. 

“Yeah,” Sarah nods. “She looooves attention.” She tucks some blonde strands behind her ear. She turns her head to peek over her shoulder at Rafe who quickly drops his gaze to the counter. 

Sarah rubs your shoulder softly, eyes pleading once you look at her. Your eyes look over her shoulder at Rafe before letting out a quiet little sigh with a small nod. 

Sarah smiles softly and brings you into another hug. “Thanks for coming. And the chocolates. You wanna stay with John B and I tonight?” 

You nod. “Yeah. I will,” You pull away. “Go and let people fawn over you.” 

She opens up the chocolate, popping one of the caramel ones into her mouth. “Gladly.” She lifts a shoulder with a smile, walking away. You turn and watch her with a small smile, watching as John B quickly makes his way over to grab her elbow gently. Wheezie runs up to press her hands to her stomach. 

“You don’t have to talk to me, you know,” Rafe grabs your attention, but you don’t turn to look at him. Not now anyway. “Sarah just wants us to be…okay with one another so when the baby is born it won’t be weird.” 

You finally look over at him, leaning against the counter. “I know I don’t have too,” You shrug. “I wanted to,” He slowly turns his head to look at you. “How have you been?” 

He’s starting to hate the question. “Why does everyone feel like they need to ask me that?” 

“Everyone? Or just the people who really know you?” Pursing his lips together, his eyes remain on the counter. Sighing, you step closer and allow your arm to brush against his. “I know the last time we talked it wasn’t…” 

“Because I’m not relieved about that,” You shake your head. “If it were you going to college, I would’ve dropped everything in a heartbeat to say goodbye to you, Rafe. Even if we haven’t spoken, and you beg me to come, I’ll be there for you because I love you,” 

Rafe feels his breath hitch in his throat. He hasn’t heard that from anyone in months, let alone you. 

“But clearly…” You motion towards him, sniffling. You wipe at the tears that had fallen from your cheek, shaking your head. “Clearly you don’t share the same mindset that I do.”

“It wasn’t what I envisioned. You probably didn’t envision that either,” You shake your head. He gives a tiny shake of his head — because no, he thought it would’ve gone better than it did. 

He thought maybe he’d left with you that time. Or even make you stay some how. 

“But…knowing that you were there and watched me leave, that hurt, Rafe. Even Kelce and Top were there.” 

“I know.” He says, a bit of shame pulling at his chest. 

“I don’t want to rehash that,” You quickly say. “But, I’ve forgiven you,” You nod. He looks over at you. “I’ve realized that maybe it was because you didn’t want me anymore and you haven’t come to that realization yet,”

He says your name, turning towards you. 

You keep speaking. “And that’s okay if you don’t. But, I also want you to know that I still do love you, Rafe,” You nod. “Even when I go out on dates, I look for you in them. Something that reminds me of you — even if it’s the way they laugh, or their hair color. The way they walk,” 

There’s something that swirls in his chest from that — dates? You’ve gone out on dates? 

“But I can’t keep…looking for you in other people when they’re not you,” You look up at him. “Maybe it's selfish of me to even be saying all this. I don’t know why I am. But I’ve never stopped…thinking about you or caring about you. I want you to know that.” 

Rafe stares at you quietly, lips parted as he goes through different emotions, the words he wants to say aren’t on the tip of his tongue like he wants them to be. 

“I’m going to go—”

“I’m proud of you,” He quickly cuts you off. You blink at the suddenness, lips parting slightly. “I really am. I wanted…I wanted to tell you in person. But I was just so angry,” He shakes his head. “Not at you. But myself. I was angry at myself because I couldn’t be like you and make others proud of me.” 

“Rafe…” You frown, brows pinching together. “That’s not—”

His hands cup your cheeks softly, your body practically melting at the touch. “I am so proud of you for leaving and making something of yourself,” You stare up at him, tears forming in your eyes as your hands slowly wrap around his wrist. “I didn’t want to drag you down. That’s all I ever do to anyone I care about. I couldn’t let you do that,” 

“A selfish part of me wanted to, but I won’t allow myself,” He shakes his head. “You deserve better than I could ever give you.” 

“No, Rafe. That’s not true.” 

“It is. It’s okay to admit it,” He nods. His thumb is gentle when he wipes away the tear that betrays you and slips down your cheek. He then pushes your glasses up that slip down your nose, a small smile on his face as his eyes trace over your features. “You’re so beautiful…” 

Nudging your cheek into his rough palm, you wrap your arms around his side, allowing your fingers to grip at his polo, creasing the fabric. He says nothing, sliding his own arms around your shoulders as a hand slips to the back of your head. 

“I want to be selfish and ask you to stay. But you can’t,” He whispers. “And I can’t come with you until everything here is taken care of.” 

You're silent for a moment before you pull away and look at him. “You’re scared.” 

His brows furrowed and he shakes his head. “I’m not—”

“You are,” You nod. “You’re scared of slowing down and going somewhere new. And that’s okay. But, eventually, Rafe, you’re going to have to go somewhere else. Not just the comfortable places you know by heart. But somewhere with new people, new places, new things to try,” 

“I was scared too,” You wipe quickly at the tear that falls down your cheek. “It just turns out that it’s what I needed,” Your smile wavers as you shrug your shoulders, willing yourself not to cry again in front of him. “You’re pulling excuses out of thin air because you’re scared even if you won’t admit it, just because you think it might make you seem weak,” 

“It isn’t weak. It just shows that you’re human,”

Rafe stares at you quietly, blinking once he realizes that his eyes have started to burn. 

“When you decide you want to take that leap, Rafe, let me help you with it,” You say. “I’ll hold your hand the whole way through.” 

He nods jerkily, watching your lips pull into a small smile. “I’ll wait,” Stepping closer, your hand lands on his cheek to pull him down, pressing a kiss to his cheek softly. You then pull away, staring at him for a moment longer, allowing your thumb to brush away his tears now. 

“Be selfish.” You whisper. 

Be selfish with me, is what you mean and he knows that. 

You pull away and make your way towards the rest of the crowd, stepping outside and next to Sarah. Sarah is quick to pull you to her side, gripping your hand. 

Rafe stands quietly as he watches you from outside.  

The feeling as if he was missing home was suddenly gone, but lingers in his chest. He realizes that maybe being homesick wasn’t because of the place he had grown up in for all his life where angry, spewed words from his father still linger in the rooms. 

It was a person. Someone he was missing in his life now that he knew he wanted. 

But you were right. He was scared. 

He was homesick for you and scared of what would come of leaving. 

“You coming out, son?” Ward knocks him from his spiral, causing him to blink several times. He hopes he can’t see the tears that coat his eyes. 

If he does, he says nothing. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be out.” He nods. Ward nods and lingers in the room before stepping outside. Rafe sighs and turns away as he rubs at his eyes. 

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𓍯 ִֶָ thank you for reading! comments, reblogs, & feedback are welcome & greatly appreciated!

[brucewaynehater101]

Oh he does not dare to even look in their direction. He is ashamed and horrified at the fact they have seen what he is under his magic. He can't even bring himself to turn his head in their direction.

Meanwhile for the Bats who were there, the transformation was horrifying for another reason. Tim was screaming and writhing on the floor while sobbing. Anytime new limbs came out there was loud cracking like breaking bones. They don't know that it was actually the Jorogomo version of Tim's spider joints popping after not being used for a long time. They don't know that the screaming pain was caused by only the sound and not the transformation itself. They think that a transformation between his true form and his human one is *agony* for Tim. They think it was never shown because being forced to switch forms is like torture for him. He wasn't hiding his other form out of malicious intent, it was to save himself the *agony* of being forced to change.

When Tim tries to sit up, the button is pressed again and Tim screams again as it feels like a hundred knives being stabbed into his body all over. This time when it stops, he goes limp and unconscious. The poacher simply laughs and says, "the second dose almost never fails to knock em out. Alright boys, get this one put with the others, I already have a buyer in mind who just *loves* little spiders." The poacher is cut off by Jason finally getting out of his binds and going straight after the man.

Eventually all the Bats are free and and bad guys are taken out. They are now faced with a new problem. Tim is still unconscious and they absolutely can not leave him here. In the end, Bruce carries Tim's upper half while Jason carries the lower half while Damian keeps the path clear. Then the Batmobile gets there, the only way to fit them all is Bruce in the driver's seat, the passenger seat laid down with Tim's torso stretched out on it, and his bothers in the back seat with his lower spider body crushing their laps as they pray he doesn't wake up.

When he does in the cave and they ask him questions about it, Tim replies with a vague, "my mother is the same kind of creature as me. Not my father. Besides, it's not like I could have shown you Even if I wanted to. After all, all of you have made your opinions on apiders *very* clear. That they're disgusting and ugly and not welcome in the manor." He refuses to meet their eyes, especially since the whole family is there now, even Alfred. Tim won't look at them as he gets to his feet and heads for the exit of the cave and says, "I know how to get back to drake Manor. You won't see me again, don't worry."

As for making things with yarn, he absolutely does. Constantly, all the time. Though he uses his own silk instead of yarn and doesn't tell anyone that it's his silk even when they ask what it's made of, he just smiles and says that it's a special type of yarn he found.

Thank you for adding on!

Poor Tim trying to convince himself it's alright as he also tries to convince the Bats that it's alright and he knows the way out. I bet Alfred also feels an immense amount of guilt.

The making stuff with his silk is super cool! I'm curious how it feels and whether there's any special properties to the stuff he makes (he can make human/animal "puppets" so how does clothes or blankets or stuffed animals with his yarn affect people).

Some questions I had: does Jack "die" after Tim's mom dies, does he stay in the comma, or does he somehow wake up? Who else knew about Tim? How did his other form affect the BruceQuest?

Who in the batfam didn't have any negative feelings about spiders prior to Tim's reveal?

[nyx-thedragon]

i'm hardcore procrastinating doing school work even though i know it needs to be done, but through that procrastination, i have noted down all the changes from 92sies to livesies that I could think of that i want to know the reason for (i watched livesies with my brother earlier, that's what spurred this on). so, here is that list (in order of when i thought of them, pretty much)!

92sies to livesies changes I wanna know the reason for:

1- all the lyric changes - carrying the banner, specifically

2- Denton is just gone. why? :(

3- to go along with #1 - Race didn't say the line about Sheepshead??? literally what was the reason??

4- how they lowkey butchered David's character a lil -> why was he so adamantly against the union/strike and wanting to help with it?? in 92sies he was concerned, sure, but he wasn't as against it as livesies David

5- Seize the Day not being a David song -> he doesn't have a solo song in livesies! Kath & Jack get one, why not him??

6- no more Cowboy Jack. why?

7- Jack's main "character color" is blue instead of red, and David's is...white? also blue? -> starts off with no color pop, has blue towards/at the end -> main characters need separate "character colors", thank yew

8- Spot & Brooklyn don't help out as soon in the story as in 92sies (Brooklyn's Here is a bop tho)

9- Les is a lot more...more? in livesies. why?

10- David has a more prominent accent like the other newsies than in 92sies (you can hear David Moscow, David's actor in 92sies, slip into his actual New York accent when he's talking to Spot Conlon, fun fact (that i saw from an article (?) that someone posted a link to ages ago))

11- Jack's backstory - he's literally just Jack Kelly in livesies, no "Francis Sullivan" being his "real" name. why?

12- the addition of Bill & Darcy (i guess without Denton, the newsies don't know anyone who can use the printing press, so they needed to be there...)

13- Kath going from annoyed at Jack & his advances to actually starting to/liking him happened kinda fast imo - could've taken some more time for that in the script -- too many long dance breaks!! shorten one!!!

14- Kid Blink (and Mush, kind of) isn't there or just isn't named :( [Mush is a named character in the script, but his name was never said in the performance - in the Disney proshot at least]

15- absolutely zero mention of Sarah Jacobs. none. like she never existed. she could've been named at least once by David when he mentioned his and Les's parents

16- Jack is extremely flirty with Kath right out of the gate ??

17- Brooklyn newsies have a signature color, red (maybe that's why Jack's character color couldn't be red...)

18- Jack doesn't try to break Crutchie out of the Refuge

19- Mayer Jacobs hurt his leg instead of his arm ?

20- Jack mentions how Mayer didn't have a union to protect him from being fired -> goes along with David being so fucking adamant about not going through with the union/strike (David mentions his dad not having a union to protect him in 92sies, not Jack)

21- no real explanation on why Jack's dad isn't around. is he dead? in jail? (all that's mentioned of him is that the streets of New York "sucked the life right outta" him in Santa Fe (Prologue)) -> also, his mom isn't mentioned at all

22- David has no clue how buying papers works ??

23- Les doesn't know about orphans ? (Jack: "ya got folks, huh?" Les: "doesn't everyone?")

24- why was Medda's last name changed from "Larkson" to "Larkin"

25- Les yelling at the person who throws them out of the World building instead of Jack

26- Santa Fe feeling more like "i'm gonna kill myself if i don't get out of here" instead of yearning for the freedom of the West (there's still yearning, but not as much)

27- Jack starts to have second thoughts about the strike earlier than in 92sies

28- Jack talks to Pulitzer about the deal before the rally instead of after -> and he doesn't get arrested at the rally (this one goes along with #27)

and that's the end of the list! less than i thought there would be, but more than what i mentioned while watching it. anyway, if there's any like, explanations for any of these changes, let me know and link the article or interview or whatever where they're explained, if you can! i am genuinely curious about all of these and have been for a while, actually.

anyway, that's all for this post! have a great day/night, and stay warm! :3

(p.s. i tried something out with coloring the character names, kind of color-coded based on their character colors - Jack is red, David blue, Kath and Medda pink, the other Jacobs family members are purple, Denton is orange (his character color is tan/brown, but i don't have that here, so orange will have to do), and any other characters are green because they don't have character colors. let me know if you like it, or if it's too confusing; i'm totally fine changing it if y'all think it's too much)

[underfvced]

“Treat You Better"

Tsugikuni Brothers x Reader

Chapter 3: Your Mistake Is My Opportunity

Yoriichi x Reader x Michikatsu

MODERN AU

A SERIES

WARNING: Smut Scene, Swearing

I don't own the picture and dividers used.

"f-fuck n-ngh~", Yoriichi was in between of your thighs eating your pussy out while michikatsu is behind you playing with your boobs, circling and pinching your nipples while his heavy breathing hits the back of your neck.

"I-i'm Close" Yoriichi then stopped eating you out as he stood up and wiped his lips with his thumb, "Why did you stop? I was closee" You whined.

"I got tired of playing around, let's take this serious" He started undoing his pants while michikatsu chuckled "Impatient aren't we?" Yoriichi just ignored his older brother while you stared intensely at yoriichi who's undoing his pants, This was your first time seeing the brother's cocks so you were curious and had your eyes focused on him. michikatsu was still behind you and his hands are getting down to your thighs, He started to circle around your clit earning a small whimper from you.

Yoriichi was now only wearing his boxer, You could already see the tip of his cock until..

RING RING

Time: 9:00

You suddenly woke up. "HAH?" You immediately sat up and began scanning your surroundings, You were panting and sweating from your dreams so you rested your forehead on your hand trying to calm yourself down

"Man was that a nightmare? Or a dream com- NO I CAN'T BE THINKING LIKE THAT OH MY GOD" You slapped yourself and got embarrassed of your own dirty thoughts, do you really view the brothers in that way?

You shook off the unbelievable thoughts raging in your head, You immediately grabbed your phone to check the time and it was already 9:04.

"Aw, I fall asleep on the couch while watching the latest episode of Demon Slayer I wonder what did I missed?" You got up and went to the kitchen to make yourself breakfast however when you opened the fridge it was empty, You tried checking the cabinets to see if there are still some Noodles left unfortunately you ran out aswell. You sigh to yourself and decided to go to a grocery to restock your sources.

You are about to go to the bathroom to clean yourself before going to the grocery until a notification pop out your screen.

> NEW MESSAGE FROM MUZAN KIBUTSUJI

—

[Muzan Kibutsuji]

Good morning Y/N, how are you?

[Y/N]

I'm doing great, how about you?

[Muzan Kibutsuji]

I'm good, thank you for asking.

It's been a week since we last saw each other I was thinking if you wanted to go watch a movie with me?

[Y/N]

I'm interested! What is the movie about? 👀

[Muzan Kibutsuji]

You will have to find out yourself.

[Y/N]

Aw:(

[Muzan Kibutsuji]

See you at 3

[Y/N]

Cyaaa

Wait! what about your coat?

—

You waited for his reply but after a few minutes he just left you on read not even bothering to reply, "Wow he really left me on read, guess I'll just have to keep his coat"

It's been a week since that weird incident occured and you got saved by no other than Muzan Kibutsuji, The one your mom and yoriichi despise the most. Of course You didn't told anyone about the encounter with Kibutsuji since you knew that yoriichi or your mother would probably forbid you to get close to him but you couldn't help but want to be closer to kibutsuji after all he is the one who saved you

Fast forward, You are now in the bathroom taking a warm shower while playing your favorite music on your phone. After a long shower you dried your (H/L) (H/C) while brushing it, After it was all dried out you got out the bathroom and walked towards the closet to pick out an outfit, you picked out a white sweater and pants that goes well with your soft white sweater.

You took a look in the mirror to check if it was okay, "Alright! I'm all good" you hummed taking your purse from the table, You sprayed your perfume all over yourself and after that you walked down the stairs to where your shoes are.

You are about to go to the door where most of your shoes are placed when you noticed that your living room's window is wide open

"eh? Did I left it open?" You questioned yourself, you just shrugged it off thinking that you probably must of have left it open since there was no one else in the house but you so who else could open it? You closed the window and went near the door to put on your white shoes with low socks.

As soon as you are done doing your shoes, you walked towards the door to exit your House after you are outside you locked the door behind you with a key and later on stuffing the keys onto your pockets.

'Behind You'

You quickly turned around because of the voice in your head thinking that someone is behind you but nobody was there.

You panicked for a short amount of time then you thought about how much coffee you consumed last night, You assumed that maybe it's just the side effects of drinking too much coffee "Is this the side effects of drinking too much coffee?"

You are about to walk over to the garage until you stopped on your tracks, "I'm too lazy to drive on my own I'll just take the bus", you began walking away from your house to wait for an upcoming bus.

After a few minutes of waiting a bus finally appeared and you entered the bus, observing the bus there was only 5 people including yourself. You sat near the window and took out your phone to prevent yourself from boredom

You wanted to chat the tsugikuni Brothers but things was still awkward for Michikatsu while Yoriichi is probably busy as of now based on his status being 5 hours offline. To entertain yourself from boredom you decided to chat your group of frienfs

—

[Y/N]

Hellooooo

—

No response. All of your friends is probably busy right now so here you are dying out of boredom, you decided to just take a nap but then you remembered you still have one more person to chat Aizetsu

—

[Y/N]

Hi

[Aizetsu]

Oh hi, I thought you forgot about me T~T

[Y/N]

Almost did

[Aizetsu]

:(

[Y/N]

I'm just kidding HAHAHA, how are you?

[Aizetsu]

Life is tough my brothers have been bullying me straight for days and my older brother Sekido kept on scolding me even though I didn't do stuff 🥲

[Y/N]

That's tough, Just ignore them. By the way I have a question to ask

[Aizetsu]

Yeah?

[Y/N]

Do you know a man who goes by the name 'Muzan Kibutsuji'

[Aizetsu]

Weird question but yes I do.

[Y/N]

How did you got to know him?

[Aizetsu]

Almost everyone knows him, he's a well known celebrity

[Y/N]

I mean do you have connections with him?

[Aizetsu]

Sort of

[Y/N]

How

[Aizetsu]

My family works under his family, Like my grandfather Urami is one of his men and same goes for my brothers.

Why so curious?

So does that mean you work for him aswell?

[Y/N]

Secret

[Aizetsu]

Secret

[Y/N]

>:(

[Aizetsu]

Don't get mad at me:(

—

You are about to reply to Aizetsu until you noticed that you already reached your destination, so you left him on read

> NEW MESSAGE

(Aizetsu: Seener 😭)

You didn't notice the notification from your phone as you are too busy getting off the bus.

While walking towards the grocery you noticed eyes on you , You look around the area trying to figure out who is looking at you from the crowds.

The crowd was pretty busy and they were minding their own business so you just shook the thoughts off your head thinking that you are just being paranoid.

Unfortunately, Every step you took you couldn't ignore the guts.

Tap

You flinched when someone tapped your shoulders from behind, you immediately turned around in a defensive position "WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING M- wait Michikatsu? muichiro?" You calmed down after noticing that it was just your friends who tapped you from behind, you took a deep breath while they look confused from your sudden reaction a second ago.

"Sorry, did I scared you?" Said michikatsu, He was wearing a dark purple with black patterns hoodie and black pants, his hair was well hidden in his hoodie while he wore a pair of sunglasses and mask. Same could be said for muichiro except his hoodie is white and mint green in a pattern of mist.

"Michikatsu you gotta be careful nexttime I almost had an heart attack" you paused for a bit catching your breath "your outfit look silly" You teased, though you knew exactly the reason why both michikatsu and Muichiro are dressed like that since celebrities can't be seen too much in public or else it would be pure chaos.

"My apologies, may I ask what brought you here?" michikatsu inquired while muichiro waved at you, you waved back and answered michikatsu "To shop obviously" You paused after realizing that yoriichi and Yuichiro isn't with them, normally it would be the 4 of them hanging out "What happened to yoriichi and Yuichiro? Why are they not with you?"

"They are busy" He answered, you just let an 'oh' knowing that yoriichi is a busy man especially due to the fact of yoriichi lately trending all over social media, yoriichi is a rising star. While for yuichiro he was some sort of introvert and he prepares staying inside the estate though he is also a rising star since he played a huge role in a famous movie same to where muichiro did aswell.

After having your conversation with the two, the 3 of you decided to do grocery together since they were also there to restock their sources, Michikatsu bought a lot of vitamins while muichiro only bought foods. Currently you are in the Food area picking something out from the retail shelving until you caught a glimpse of someone in a white hoodie looking at you but it suddenly disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Huh?" you felt chills down your spine so you immediately rushed over to the two with your basket. Muichiro noticed you speeding towards them so he asked you if you are okay and you struggle to talk maybe they might think you are weird.

Regardless of those thoughts, You decided to tell them about your worries because you have been feeling like someone is watching you for a week, you tried disregarding it thinking that you are just overthinking it but you couldn't help but feel that this might be something serious.

"I'm not okay, someone is watching me" You took a deep breath looking around your surroundings, "atleast that's what my instincts told me, it have been like this for a week."

Michikatsu and muichiro stared at each other for a few seconds before returning their gaze back to you, "Are you sure you are not feeling tired Y/N?" muichiro asked, it look like muichiro didn't believe you since you openly talk to him about watching too much horror movie with stalkers in it and he thinks that you applied it in reality however for Michikatsu this seems like a serious matter because you never really talk about these kind of things "I see, if you want I could help you place a couple of CCTV in your house to ensure your safety or hire a guard for you" He offered.

You thought about it for a while and it was indeed a good idea of placing CCTV around your house how could you not think of that sooner but talking about a guard, you aren't really comfortable with having guards around since you wouldn't have too much privacy and you have a 'long history' with guards in your childhood making you despise some of them. "I'm not comfortable with having a guard around me all the time but I'll take your idea into putting a CCTV all around my house."

The 3 of you ended up buying a couple of CCTV to put around your house while muichiro was chatting with someone on his phone the whole time and he seem troubled. As soon as the 3 of you are finished with the groceries all of you got in the vehicle, Michikatsu told you to wait for a few minutes since he forgot to buy something so here you are In car's backseat with muichiro on the other side still chatting someone.

"someone got a gf?"

"no"

"I doubt it, why is your eyes too fixated on the screen?"

"what? Are you jealous because I'm not giving you attention?"

You sighed at his sarcastic response, he didn't even bother take his eyes off the screen so you just assumed that it was something important for him to be so focus on. "if you want attention you could just ask for it" You rolled your eyes at him this guy surely have guts to be jokingly flirting with you well it's not that you mind since you have been friends with him for a long time.

"I definitely do not nee-" you stopped talking when he suddenly put his phone down and his face leaned closer to yours. He did not have his mask on nor his sunglasses since he took them off the moment he entered michikatsu's car. So now both your faces are just a few inches away from each other and your lips almost touching, you could feel his light breathing as he stared at you intensely

You froze on spot as your cheeks became red, he slightly tilted his head still staring at you while he poke your cheek with his finger "you really are beautiful up close." , his compliment made you almost lose your mind so you shoved his face away from you "Y-you are too close and who the hell taught you that" Stuttering and still red from embarrassment you couldn't look him straight into his eyes so you just closed your own eyes "Was it bad? Uzui-san told me it was a good idea.."

"Don't ever take advice from him. Ever."

The both of you got distracted when someone opened the door, Michikatsu was back "Sorry if I took so long" he apologized as he handed you something...(Favorite/Food)? "I know your love for that food so I decided to buy it for you to help you calm down from your problems."

Your eyes lit up as you hummed, you immediately started thanking him and muichiro is just besides you thinking about why michikatsu only got you food but not him. Michikatsu started driving and muichiro is just playing on his phone to kill time while you are eating your favorite food.

After a few minutes of driving, muichiro placed his head on your shoulder while taking a deep breath. "tired?" You asked to which he just hummed in response, you decided to share some of your food with him since he does look tired "Wanna try my food?" you asked while he muttered "sure" so you feed him your food with chopsticks.

Michikatsu who is watching from his rear view mirror was jealous, he was salty because he wished it was him getting fed by you, now he's wishing he didn't brought muichiro along

"I'll drop you off first to your estate muichiro." said michikatsu, muichiro tried to protest "my estate is closer to yours so why can't we just go over to y/n firs-"

"Stop complaining or get out the car", Muichiro who is still on your shoulders just rolled his eyes and you wonder why michikatsu is in a bad mood. You wanted to ask him if he was okay but this definitely does not look like the perfect time.

A few more minutes passed by and you are already at muichiro's estate, before muichiro gets out the car he gave you a light kiss on the cheeks which made you flustered as hell while michikatsu had an annoyed look. as soon as muichiro closed the car's door Michikatsu took this chance to talk things out with you.

"Y/N." He called out to you his eyes still focused on the road ahead of him, "hmm?"

"We need to talk"

???'S POV

Tch, this is too easy.

For the past few hours I have been placing these small cameras in places where I was instructed to put, 'this will ensure her safety' they say.

However I have to hurry up, she might return Any moment now.

"we followed the car she is in, based from my calculations they will be home in about 10 minutes or so. Make sure you hid all the evidence. Pretend you are never there."

"Fuck you, I know so shut your damn mouth"

The guy speaking from the small radio irritates me so much, hell I'd rather get arrested than work with that guy but master wanted me to participate and I couldn't defy his orders.

I double checked all the places where I hid the cameras and made sure that they stay in put. I was about to go exit throughout the window when my eye caught something in her bedroom, Curiosity got the best of me so I approached it.

"What the fuck? Isn't this.."

"Get going, They are approaching"

3RD PERSON POV

"Ouch"

You had your other arm around Michikatsu's shoulders while his hand is around your waist assisting your body to walk, you are having trouble with walking due to what happened earlier, "Sorry I'll be careful nexttime."

"It's not your fault so don't blame yourself I did this to myself", You reached out to your pockets to get your keys, after managing to get a hold of your keys you unlocked the door while michikatsu helped you get to your couch, he gently placed you down and went to the kitchen to get you cold water.

After a few seconds he returned to you with a cup of water on his hand, "You didn't have to"

"It's fine, have it. I'm sorry if you tripped over my foot" Michikatsu apologized again, it was his 10th time apologizing "Heyyy like I said it's fine!"

Gently taking the cup of water from michikatsu's hand you quickly drink it while michikatsu just stared at you with full of admiration

"Oh what about the camera? Should I help you place them?" Thinking about how michikatsu already did so much for you such as paying for your grocery you decided to lie about not wanting to put camera anymore so you wouldn't have to be a burden to him anymore. "ah I changed my mind, having cameras all around my house is weird" At first he raised his eyebrow in confusion since earlier you were so eager to put cameras around your house but he just decided to respect your decision "Alright, but if you need help I'm here'

You just hummed in response, he fixed his hoodie and hair before going out. He wanted to stay for a little longer but he still have other schedules so he had no other choice but to fulfill his duties.

"before I go" His hand grabbed your chin as he leaned closer to your face, "I'm quite jealous of my cousin being able to be clingy towards you" he then kissed you on your lips as you melted at the sensation. The kiss was going deeper and deeper until you snapped out your thohghts Wait this is wrong

Friends don't act this way.

You are not even his Type.

This is wrong

You gently pushed him away while he look confused, "What's wrong?"

"this is wrong, we can't be seen together. Your career might fall apart"

"Nobody is even here, it's just us Y/N", Even though michikatsu already apologized about his cruel rejection words the wounds he left remained, it was the type of wound that one can not heal.

You don't want to get caught like this with Michikatsu, you don't want the media to find out about this, You don't want his reputation ruined because of a mere artist. "Leave at Once."

Michikatsu had an expression of shock, he look like he wanted to say something but seeing you like that...he understands you need space. "understood" Michikatsu exits your house and took one final look at you before leaving, he knew he messed up and he couldn't do something about it so he just sigh in frustration and closed the door behind him.

Tears started falling from eyes as you hated yourself for pushing him away even though you wanted him you love him. But it needed to be done, you wanted him to have the best career so you did what you thought was best.

You decided to take a warm bath to clean your thoughts before going to hangout with Kibutsuji but since you are still struggling to walk you held onto any item and furniture that could support you.

CRASH

You accidentally knocked your own vase while holding onto the table for support, you stared at the broken vase Infront of you and noticed something unusual

"is that a recording device?" You bent down to the broken vase to confirm your thoughts but when you tried to take it a broken piece of the vase got onto your hand so now you got a small injury, you ignored this injury and still took the recording device. You inspect this recording device while sweating

Someone is watching

'Behind you'

You quickly turned around to find no one, the voice in your head is back. you panicked at the thought of someone watching you did they also saw you naked?

You quickly reached out to your phone calling the first person who came across your mind, Muzan Kibutsuji

Ringgg

"pick up...pick up.."

MUZAN'S POV

“all those shitty training and you still can't find it?"

I was scolding akaza for being incompetent until a ringing was heard from my own device, I looked over at the screen only to find her ringing me up. She doesn't usually ring me up randomly so this caught my attention.

"Leave"

"As you wish."

When my subordinate left the room I picked up the call.

(Kibutsuji...you have to help me, Someone placed fucking cctvs all over my house Someone is watching me)

Her voice..she sound like she's scared.

"Oh? Calm yourself down Y/N do you want me to pick you up?"

(Yes please)

(But I have to favor to ask if that's okay..)

"Hm?"

(Can you inspect my house? I don't feel safe)

"Very well"

I hang up on her while a smirk appeared on my face, I don't remember sending anyone to stalk her nor place those CCTV in her house It must be her Mother L/N. What a stupid woman.

Your mistake will be my opportunity.

—

IN THE CORP'S MEETING PLACE

"You found Kibutsuji's coat in my daughter's bedroom?!"

The mother of Y/N L/N was shocked upon seeing the picture of Kibutsuji's coat in her daughter's bedroom, Yoriichi who is also present at the meeting was fuming with rage.

"Sanemi, that is not a nice thing to say to Mrs. L/N" Said by Shinobu Kocho who gave sanemi a dissapointed stare, she knows that y/n getting involved with the kibutsuji is not a good thing but insulting her does no good either

"didn't know your daughter was freaky" The man with spiky white hair said looking unbothered, the other guy with red beads started crying "Poor soul.."

"I went all through that shit just so we could watch over your freaky daughter flirts with our greatest enemy?" Sanemi said in a angry tone, he was annoyed with the fact that he went all through the trouble just to watch over someone who is weak asf and can't even defend herself. "Instead of putting camera all over her room why won't you just tell her to not meatrid-

PUNCH

Everyone got shocked by the sudden action that yoriichi did, the room was suddenly silent and everyone was clearly in shock and disbelief.

The master of the corps just stared at them while Mrs. L/N had her hand in her mouth.

Yoriichi punched sanemi.

Sanemi always had a disrespectful mouth though the member of the corps didn't seem to mind since they got used to it. Even yoriichi didn't even care about sanemi until he started talking shit about Y/N

"Watch your words, You seem to forgot that Y/N is also your superior."

Sanemi was bleeding from his nose and mouth, he look a bit shock aswell not expecting this kind of physical action from yoriichi. He was about to return it to yoriichi until their master stopped them.

"Sanemi."

Sanemi grunts as he contained his anger to not dissapoint his master, he immediately got down on his knees forced to apologize while yoriichi apologized for the mess he caused.

"Master!" kanroji who is in charge of watching over Y/N thru the CCTV was sweating all over "Y/N found one of our hidden cameras!" She paused for a short amount of time trying to catch her breath "Kibutsuji is with her."

"My man, did you poorly hid the cameras or something. That was unflashy" Said by the guy who wore 2 thick golden rings on his upper arms and a tattoo on his other eye. "Shut up."

Yoriichi got pissed off just by hearing the word 'kibutsuji' and your name together in one sentence. He wouldn't let Kibutsuji get to you

"What will our next move will be, Master?" Asked by guy who have a pair of dark blue eyes with long black hair that is Tied into a ponytail.

"I think we made a mistake."

END OF CHAPTER

OFF-SCREEN

• Muichiro noticed that michikatsu gets jealous everytime he makes a move on you so he always does this on purpose just to piss him off

• Starting from this chapter, The corps members will be having a hard time to reach Y/N since she will be living under Kibutsuji's care

• At first, everyone thought that you are in a relationship with muzan which add another reason to why yoriichi wanna blow his brains

• Sanemi is part of your friendgroup and he totally disliked the idea of you getting watched over 24/7 even though he won't admit it. (that's why he tried to protest against it)

• You are not really aware of your friendgroup being in an organization

• After tripping over michikatsu's foot, you fell so badly that you had a minor injury on your leg

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Reblog if your name isn't Alfred F Jones.

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WE'LL FIND YOU JONES

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As if he couldn't just lie, if he even is on this hellsite.

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He wouldn't cuz heroes don't lie.

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A hero would lie to protect his secret identity ;)

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THIS IS THE POST! ON MY DASH! I FEEL LIKE I'M SEEING A CELEBRITY!!

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NO NOTES???????????????

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so i got like really hella drunk last night and out of what must have been a mix of desperation and hubris, I sent an email to Mr. Romano, askiNG FOR AN INTERVIEW OVER ZOOM TO ASK QUESTIONS FOR RESEARCH FOR MY HISTORICAL EROTICA WIP AND HE SAID YES???????!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Doesn't he like never talk to historians and w/e? Holy shit what kind of magical persuasive powers did your drinks give you and can you send me some?

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I wouldn't say *never*. He's given interviews before, he just has a really low tolerance for disrespect compared to his brother. But with his temper I wouldn't be surprised if his gov asked him to not accept as many interviews anymore.

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True, true. I still want to borrow some of OP's persuasion magical drinks.

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my mom sent me a bottle of that liquor mr Latvia made and i didnt look at the proof before drinking like half the bottle (mixed with pop).

also... I finally pulled up my big girl panties and read what I wrote to mr. romano...............

... im going to kms.

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Forget persuasion powers, I want whatever healing magic you have that drinking half of MR. LATVIA'S balsam didn't kill you!

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#we're almost there folx! #RIP OP #nation person mention #alcohol mention

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UM. HELLO????

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Yeah, Ch*rchill pushed hard for those two to get together, it's no secret. What about it? It doesn't mean they actually got together turn off your shipping brain.

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Sure and America definitely didn't talk about it in an interview

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😭😭😭😭😭 The link just goes to a 404 page NNNNOOOOOOOO WHYYYYYYY

#usuk ship real is the only conspiracy theory i'll believe

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did anyone else see h/bomber/guy's new video??? PLEASE someone put that man in witness protection or something before K*rkland gets him

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wasn't he originally supposed to talk about that one bbc pirate show?

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spaghetti-breaker He was but he ended up going off-track after he found some reddit post that led him down a rabbit hole of research. tl;dr: K*irkland yo-hoe-hoeing isn't just a meme

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I'm more worried about dickland's teaboo white knights getting him tbh

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Lmao looks like he saw it!

#wait a min i gotta search something #THE VIDEO IS ALMOST 3 HOURS WTF #now i gotta watch

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dylan's collab with mr canada was just them trying to out-do each other with all the gay jokes sjflsfjsifhsifjsij someone make one of those 10 hour videos with just the cuts of that please? 🙏🏼

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SOMEONE DID FUCK YEAH!!!

#canada nation person #vintage baker man #someone send me the video i refuse to download tiktok

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If we try hard enough, do you guys think we can convince Mr. Denmark to do a girl month donation goal?

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Tbh I'm surprised he doesn't have a subscription goal like that already

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There's a rumour he's trying to convince Jones and Beilschmidt to do it with him first before he makes the goal official

#pretty sure those two dont need convincing

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