#im sorry dad i know this is not what you intended when you made your daughter a dc fan at the ripe age of 3

[marzipanxx]

do u ever just see the scruffiest greasiest blond man with his life in absolute shambles and want to ummmm.... um... and also um... and um...

um.

[rinhaler]

I’m begging you to write a bimbo x Toji fanfic

IM ON MY KNEES PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE IM BEGGING YOU🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

Been in a BJ mood so enjoy some 69ing xoxo

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, bimbo!reader, pet names (princess, sweetheart, baby), daddy kink, spanking, 69ing, messy blowjob + pussy eating (duh), head pushing, praise, dumbification, degradation, age gap, exhibitionism ig?

words: 2.1k

“He’s not here, sweetheart.”

The bass of his voice rattles throughout your nervous system. And before you know it, you’re squeezing your thighs together and biting your lip as you look up at him, the way he almost entirely fills the space between the door frame. A slow smirk beginning to play on his lips as he watches you.

You’ve had a crush on your best friends dad since the first time he brought you over to hang out. He didn’t seem particularly interested in you, at first. Not until your skirts got shorter and your tops became skimpier.

“We had plans…” you pout a little, glossy lips shimmering in the afternoon sun. He clears his throat, adjusting his stance a little as he continues to look down at you.

“Oh yeah?” he asks, a little more curtly than intended. “And what plans were those?”

“Mm,” you hum, flicking through your texts to pull up your thread with Megumi. “Wanna hang out on Thursday? I can get us some booze and we can relax around the pool. My dad will be at wor— wait, you’re not at work?”

“Because it’s Monday, baby. Not Thursday.” he laughs a little as he shows you the date on his own phone. “Got a little confused there, huh? He’s at the library with the pink haired one, he ain’t here.”

“Oh…” you pout again. “’m sorry. I guess I should be studying too, I’ll go meet him there. See ya later Mister Fushiguroooo~!” you smile before beginning to skip away.

“Hey,” he calls after you. A grin quickly spreads across your face before you turn to face him again. He kisses his teeth, looking you up and down slower and more purposefully than ever before. He curls his finger, prompting you to come closer. “You’re all dressed for the beach, not the library. You can come in ‘n wait for him here, baby. You even brought your li’l swimsuit in your bag, huh? Come on.” he tilts his head as he walks inside.

You follow him hurriedly, closing the door after yourself when you enter. He doesn’t wait around for you, jogging up the stairs and shutting the door loudly after himself. You huff, wondering what the point of coming inside was if you’re just gonna be waiting by yourself anyway.

It doesn’t deter you, though. You dip into the downstairs bathroom and change into your swimsuit, sauntering outside to set up a lounger so you can at least catch a few rays before Megumi gets back.

You lay back, immediately feeling your skin heat up as the sun burns down onto your still body. There’s a lack of breeze, and the warmth soon becomes suffocating.

But soon enough, the sun disappears. Your eyebrows scrunch at the sudden change, your body plunged into shade and your temperature drops. You open your eyes, your best friends obscenely large father blocking out the ball of fire as he stands above you.

“Here, keep hydrated.” he orders, putting down a fruity looking cocktail filled to the brim with ice by your side. His white, open shirt begins to billow from a brief gust of wind, and he takes his seat with his own drink on the lounger beside yours.

He wasn’t avoiding you after all, he was getting changed.

You lean over, taking a small sip of the cocktail by your side. “Oh shit, that’s so yummy. Did you make it?”

He smirks again, but keeps his eyes closed as he lays back under the shade of his parasol. “Nah, the butler did it.”

“Really?” you ask, excitedly.

He can’t help but laugh at your naivety, turning his head to look at you. “No, sweetheart. Have you ever seen a butler around here? Course I made it.” he tells you, drinking in your bewildered expression as how gullible you are begins to dawn on you. “You ain’t too bright, are ya?”

“That’s—” you speak instantly, but put your drink back down to soak up the sun once more. “Mean.”

“Awe, sorry darlin’,” he smiles at you, but you don’t see it. “At least you’re pretty.”

He angles his head to face the sun, while yours snaps to look at him. You can’t hide your wide, cheesy smile as the words race through your mind.

At least you’re pretty.

At least you’re pretty.

At least you’re—

“You think I’m pretty?” you blurt out, though you feel no shame as the words leave your mouth. It’s the best thing you’ve ever heard another human being say to you in your life. Megumi’s hot dad thinks you’re pretty.

“You’re not that dumb, are you?” he faces you, finally, running his tongue along his top row of teeth. “You’re a gorgeous little thing, that’s for sure. Gonna give an old man like me the wrong idea, walkin’ around in a skimpy swimsuit like that.”

“The wrong idea?” you tilt your head at him. “I dunno what you mean, Mister Fushiguro.”

“Mmm, I betch’a don’t. I love li’l airheads like you.” he sneers. “Or maybe you know exactly what I mean, ‘n you’re just pretending to be dumb.”

You pout again as you think about what he’s saying. He watches you as you try and understand his words, the notion of pretending to be anything utterly perplexing you. He doesn’t take his eyes off you, though he’s a little surprised to see you roll onto your side so you can look at him properly.

“… Are you flirting with me?” you wonder.

“Hah,” he snickers. “You’re really tryna get me in trouble, huh? Would ya like that?”

“… uh-huh…” you nod slowly, biting your lip again. You watch as he smirks at you, adrenaline running through your veins as you wonder where this is heading. Is he simply teasing you?

“Have you got a li’l crush on me, sweetheart? That’s real bad. Remember who I am? Your best friends old man.”

“You’re not an old man,” you try to assure him. But he can only laugh at your idiocy once more. “Had a crush on you forever…” you admit, getting up from your lounger and walking over to his. You decide to take the risk, moving each of your legs on either side of him before slowly lowering yourself.

He bites his own lip, aged scar pulling deliciously as he smooths his hands over the curves of your waist. A grunt rumbles through his throat as you barely move, lightly humping against his stiffening cock.

And in an instant, your bikini is soaked.

You rut your hips more, and more, until he holds you still.

“Wanna fuck.” you whimper, and he starts to tut.

“Mmm, me too. Maybe next time.” he thinks, cock flexing as he imagines the feeling of your tight walls wrapping around him so perfectly. “Wan’ you to put that empty head of yours to good use.” he tells you.

A dazed expression decorates your face as you try and decode what he means. But instead of leaving you confused, he carefully pushes you away from his growing bulge so he can pull out his leaking length.

“Go on, princess. Suck me off.” he tells you.

You’re too astonished by the sight of his cock to even move. A beautiful thickness with a gorgeous curve you can only use as a fantasy for future reference as you imagine it hitting and stretching every spot inside.

He’s amazed that you don’t need to be told twice, however, you soon position yourself to take his length into your salivating mouth. You look up at him with wide, wet eyes as you kiss and suck his tip. Only looking away to spit into your hand, using it to jerk him off whilst you continue to suck like your life depends on it.

He can’t take his eyes off you, even taken aback as you further pull down his beach shorts to free his balls. He’s besotted at the sight of you, completely and wholly lovestruck as you produce enough saliva to completely soak his length, spittle dripping and sliding as it drenches his cock and balls. He winces as you cup them, licking up and down his cock before you suck one into your mouth.

All the while, your eyes are on him. Never before has he felt embarrassed whilst receiving head. But right now, he feels entirely at your mercy. He holds your gaze, though, intent on overriding the feelings of embarrassment as you turn him into a grunting and groaning puddle.

“Fuuuuuck, sweetheart,” he grins, chest heaving as you don’t let up on him. Your fist becomes a blur, and even still, he can’t stop himself from thrusting into your grip. “Pretty little girl… look s’cute with your mouth full’a my cock.”

You moan, at that. The praise overwhelming you enough to release one of his balls from your mouth before you go back to sucking him off. You take him deeper and deeper, as deep as you can take him without showing any signs of gagging.

“Such a good cocksucker for me, baby,” he tells you as he starts to push your head down on him. “Knew that an airhead like you would be a fucking pro.”

“G-Got such a big dick, daddy.” you tell him as you push off of him, desperate to tell him. He drags you up closer to him, kissing you sloppily as your body presses into his. You lie comfortably in his embrace in the shaded spot, moaning into his mouth as you grind down on his cock. “P-Please fuck me.”

“Oh, princess… does your little cunt need daddy’s attention?” he wonders, kissing you again. “Told ya, I want my cock sucked.” he slaps your ass. “Move, go on.” he orders, though despite his instruction, he begins to manhandle you.

You’re soon positioned so you’re practically sitting on his face while his throbbing cock is back in yours. He moves the material of your bikini into the crease of your thigh and gives your pussy a light spank.

“Don’t stare at it, sweetheart. Suck my cock, now.”

You immediately do as you’re told, taking him down your throat while he teases you enough to have you trembling. Touching anywhere and everywhere except where you need him most. Until finally, he places a delicate kiss between your sodden folds.

“Baby, she’s drooling. You really do have a crush on me.” he chuckles. He wastes no more time, after that, burying his face between your thighs and slurping up your lewdness. He moans into your folds before he shoves two fingers into your clenching hole.

His cock falls from between your lips, then, and you moan loud enough for the entire neighbourhood to hear you. He slaps your ass again, and it’s hard. “Shut up.” he warns. “I won’t let you cum if you do that again.”

The warning is enough to make you focus yourself on his pleasure. His mouth is making your toes curl and your head become emptier than even he thought possible. Tears begin to flow from your eyes as you do all you can to prioritise him and keep your moans to yourself.

Your throat tightens and constricts the more you withhold. You can’t control it fully, still humming around him. It’s somewhat calculated, yes. But the thought of being caught or ratted out to Megumi is making him a little more cautious. Then again, if he really didn’t wanna be caught, he wouldn’t be fucking his sons best friend in the backyard.

He pulls away, still curling his fingers into your g-spot as his face shimmers from your sticky folds. “Can’t believe you called me daddy you little slut,” he spanks you. “That’s right, isn’t it baby? You’re daddy’s dumb little slut.”

“Mhmm!” you mewl. “Mmm, mmm, mmm~!” you whine as you begin to unfurl. Your cunt squeezes hard enough to almost break his fingers, though it doesn’t deter him from devouring you whole. He begins to thrust up into your mouth, and he shoots ribbon after ribbon of hot white cum between your drool soaked lips.

Neither of you move, both exhausted from the overwhelming release.

“Wh— Did that just… happen?” you ask, breathlessly.

“Sure did,” he laughs, slapping your ass as he does. “You need to give me your number, baby. I gotta be able to text you when Megumi ain’t home.”

“Hm…” you consider it. “Why would I come over again when Megumi isn’t here?”

“God, princess, you really can’t think why? Daddy wants to be able to split your pussy open on his cock whenever he wants. Don’t want Megumi home for that, do ya baby?”

“N-No…” you sigh dreamily, closing your eyes as you finally move to lie comfortably beside him. “You better fuck me next time!”

“Next time?” he grins. “Megs won’t be home for a few hours. I’ll fuck you in a few minutes, sweetheart.”

© 2024 rinhaler

[hybridirl]

missed you.

18+ only, please!

abby x f!reader

minor(?) spoiler in author note

a/n: hello everypony! i’m star!!! SO IM ALMOST (i am done as of 1/22/24. started this fanfic b4 this quick note) DONE WITH THE LAST OF US 2 AND GOOODD FUUUCKKKKK!ING DAAAMMIIITTTT!!! abby so obviously has comphet idk WHY THE FUCK she slept with owen. that scene was CRAZY but we did in fact get boob shot so i am kind of satisfied. not only that RIGHT WHEN HE STARTED GOING AT IT MY FUCKING DAD WALKED IN?? i literally JAMMED my thumb against the pause button i thought i broke the goddamn controller. me and my cousin were shocked (she was watching me play). but i, of course, am the master of hiding such things so it was easy. thank FUCK the pause screen goes dark because oh my god it was so obvious.

brief summary: your girlfriend, abby, is back from a mission and you show her just how much you missed her.

tw / kinda fluffy, pet names, use of y/n (maybe idk), cunnilingus (a receiving), slight head crushing, scissoring, established relationship w abby

intentional lowercase. not proofread, probably won’t ever be proofread.

✭・.・ ✫・゜・

“abby!” you waved her over and watched as the muscular woman made her way to you. you were sat at the lunch hall, at your own little table everyone called practically yours.

“baby,” she greeted with that warm smile she tends to put on for you. it was exciting. you hadn’t seen abby in days and now she’s finally back from her mission. she wrapped her arm around you tight as she plopped into the space next to you.

“i’m sorry i couldn’t come,” you whispered into abby’s neck while leaning into her. “isaac is so mean to me.” abby chuckled and rubbed your shoulder with a large hand.

“all good.” she squeezed you closer, smooshing your smaller frame against her side. you wrapped an arm around her and buried yourself into her to feel her closeness. “missed you, sweetpea.” her voice tickled your scalp; a hum full of content left your throat in response while your nose nuzzled into the crook of her neck.

“missed you, too, abby,” you sighed in a hushed tone, your fingers coiling around hers. you looked up at her, your eyelids finding themselves fluttering at her loving gaze. you spoke, “wanna show you how much,” and you watched as corner of her mouth twitched up; she eyed you with almost-amused eyes.

it was routine: long mission, come home, make love. this was just part of the process.

“oh, yeah?” she started, “and how are you gonna do that?” she teased you slightly, but her eyes showed her knowing. you huffed a little at this coy act and got up, pulling her along with you.

you guided her across the way, hurriedly traversing hallways and rooms and trying to dodge the kiddos and finally! your room. manny had gotten used to your routine, so he intended to stay away from the room as much as possible for that day — or maybe the next few.

you pushed into the large room, the muscular woman following in suit. she shut the door, locked it, the usual.

“alright, baby,” she purred and picked you up, but your hand slapped lightly against her shoulder.

“put me down,” you huffed, “said i wanna show you. not you show me.” abby smirked that smirk and put you down. your arms wrapped around her neck, a small pout playing at your lips.

“a—h, i see,” abby replied with a hand to run down your side. it stopped at your hip, squeezing the flesh that rested there. “gonna worship me t’night, sweetpea?” she let out a little chuckle before stepping away from you and down the small steps, finding her bed. she nodded her head to you, practically beckoning you over. it’s the best you’re gonna get — abby doesn’t beg.

you followed the quiet order, doing what you do best for her. you didn’t kneel yet, but you did bend over to find the button of her jeans.

“off,” you muttered while your fingers fumbled with the easy task. she pushed a hand away, allowing herself to tug her jeans and boxers off. what it revealed to you always froze you for just a second: her vulva. it was trimmed, blonde, and her pubic hair was straight. you looked up at her as if asking for permission, which she of course gave by sinking deeper into the bed, her hips nudging toward you.

you gently pushed her shoulders down before finally kneeling at the bed, appreciating the beauty that was emanating such heat.

it was slightly pinker, and it glistened with desire. her outer labia was slightly puffy; you allowed your index and middle finger to gently spread it, showing her clenching hole to your hungry eyes. her clit was already protruding from its hood, hard and throbbing for friction.

your eyes flickered to hers for just a second before your mouth opened, your tongue slipping out and dipping just slightly into her wet darkness before guiding itself up right to the raw of her clit. her hips rolled in response and she thoroughly adjusted her body, her hands pulling against the back of your head.

the soft, low moans she made always did it for you. it was the encouragement you didn’t know you needed until it happened. it was almost angelic.

your lips enveloped the small bud, gently sucking it while your tongue flicked against the top of her clit.

“f—uck,” she moaned deeply, pulling your head closer to her drooling cunt. your arms wrapped on the underside of her thighs, folding and stopping at the top of her thighs. your hands continued to spread your legs whilst they desperately tried shutting. “keep working that damn tongue.” upon that request, your tongue swirled across her clit, up down left right and over and under and oh, my. those moans. whimpers and whines left her throat, unable to vocalize anything more.

“abby,” you sighed into her heat and let your tongue slurp up her desire. “y’taste so good.” you kissed at her clit, then moved down, slipping your tongue into her while your nose bumped her clit.

“keep going, baby, i’m almost there,” she moaned out whilst her hands reached toward your hair to pull you deeper. with your face smooshing against her cunt, her thighs shut tightly around your head. “yes, god, fuck…”

your mouth was relentless, even as she tipped over the edge; her clit throbbed and her vagina clenched around your tongue. you lapped it all up, of course, needing to taste her sweet n’ salty need. your hands reached up and underneath her shirt, caressing her chest and pinching at her nipples as she came; it only intensified the grip on your hair and the clenching of her thighs against your head.

your mouth dripped with slick, a sign of your hunger as she tugged your head away.

“abby,” you breathed, removing your clothes in the process. the thin string of your own slick connected you to your underwear as you tugged them down. she made way for you, scooting deeper into the bed as you climbed on. you sighed out a quick “fuck” before bringing your pussy down on hers.

“grind that pussy,” she growled deeply, her hands gripping your hips. “fuck.” her hands guided your movements, heavy and powerful rocks against each other.

“abby, please,” you groaned, your hand meeting your own breast to tweak your nipples. the other hand rested on abby’s thigh, keeping it spread for you to continue your work against her.

it hadn’t taken long for you, the sensations so powerful as your buds rubbed together. you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth until you were sure it was about to bleed, and your stomach became a knot.

“i’m about to-“ you started, but abby hushed you quickly.

“i know, baby, cum on me,” she purred out, “cum on my pussy, sweetheart, cum on my pussy.” and as if she had some control over your body, you came by her command. she followed in suit, your moans intermixing and your bodies convulsing. you leaned down to kiss her, holding her head close to yours as your lips danced and tongues tangled.

“i missed you,” you said softly to her after catching your breath, kissing her cheek and down her jaw. her large arms wrapped around your body, pulling you close to her while you gently kissed at her face. with a soft smile, she returned the favor with a few kisses on your chin and the corner of your lips.

“i missed you, too.”

[eddiediazismyhusband]

okay no bc i actually need to see abuela having a meaningful talk with christopher about how shannon wasn’t a good mother and that he’s old enough to know the truth rather than eddie just over-romanticizing the whole thing

christopher does not need to be shamed for being upset at his mom leaving. the whole “she didn’t leave, she died 🥺” argument is just factually untrue when she fully intended to leave again before she had her accident

he does not need to be coddled and told about how hard it was for her when she was actively being just as ableist as ramon and helena. he is 13 years old; if he can make a decision on where he lives, he can hear the truth of how awful his mother was so that maybe he can actually provide sufficient context to the actions his dad has taken

yes, she was very young when christopher was born, and no eddie was not a perfect husband/father in the beginning; but the point is she didn’t even give him a chance to even begin processing his PTSD when he cane back, immediately vilifying him for everything before doing the same exact thing as what… petty revenge? giving him a taste of his own medicine? you’re an adult woman with a son who needed you and you walked out on him because you didn’t want the stress. okay, that’s fine, that’s your choice

but don’t show up once he’s older demanding to see him because “he’s my son too” and then proceeding to shame eddie, the one who HAS been there for him after you left, for something he already has made clear he regrets, and has also atoned for by stepping up and actually taking responsibility rather than shirking them the moment it got ‘too hard’ when his parents would have been more than willing to let him do

and then to try and manipulate him with the whole “he’s my son” “we can be a family again” bullshit as a way to get back into his pants— only to dip as soon as things start to get serious again?

and on top of that, the “she was just a girl” argument doesn’t even hold up because yeah, she WAS just a girl. she’s not just a girl anymore. she’s a grown adult woman shirking her responsibility because she doesn’t want to be a mother. That’s all well and good; she doesn’t have to be a mother. But once you make that decision, don’t go crawling back acting like you weren’t the one to actively decide to leave. You’re an adult, making adult decisions, and you need to handle the adult consequences of those adult decisions.

sorry no one will ever be able to convince me to like shannon and im sick of the writers trying to force rose tinted glasses on her existence bc of tim’s obsession with bringing devin back out of nowhere every two seconds

anyway sorry for the shannon rant i saw thay post i reblogged and it just reminded me how much anger i hold towards her for everything she did and how i hate it when people are like “oh she changed she wanted to try again 🥺” when she quite literally didn’t, as is evident by the way she immediately tried to run away again the moment she had to be an adult.

also there is no way buck would EVER look at the way she treated chris and eddie and then actively be friends with her. friend-ly maybe, civil at best, but he would never look at the lasting hurt she caused those two and actively chose to persue a friendship with her.

anyway getting off my anti-shannon soap box and i just needed to get that off my chest lamo

[cyxnidx]

SPOILED LITTLE ONE !

character: Pantalone.

genre: fluff. the bonus is angsty with a little fluff.

synopsis: pantalone dealing with a teen girl for the first time.

a/n: got carried away at the bonus bit! apologies. cw: materialistic tendencies, emotional invalidation. an apology is received!

pantalone sighs, watching as his daughter roll her eyes and lean against the kitchen counter. her arms are crossed, and eyes anywhere but his.

he’d found out that she was keeping something from him, just not exactly what. the only thing he heard was when she was walking home with a friend giggling, saying “noo, he can’t find out!” before approaching him with all smiles and giggles.

“would you please just tell me what this is all about, dove?” he asks, hoping the nickname would sway her.

though, it obviously had no affect, and instead, she tipped her chin up to the sky with a huff.

he turns to you, whose on the couch playing a game on your phone. “darling, a little help would be appreciated?”

“she’s a teenager, pantalone. she won’t tell you everything.” you matter, jaw locking when you realize you made the wrong move on your phone. “damn it!”

dodging a pillow coming his way, pantalone mumbles unforeseen curses to himself as he realizes his loving wife and his teen daughter both have the same temper, and the same attitude.

“dove, please,” he begins, trying to get through to his teen without her exploding on him. “i just wanna-“

another pillow is thrown at him, knocking him in the face.

“no! i told you to stop playing so much, but no, you can’t listen!” she whines, tears lining her eyes.

if she’s anything like his wife, it’s likely because she’s realized murder is illegal. and not because she’s sad.

“i know, im sorry my dove,” he says, dodging yet another pillow, and only now does he wonder just how many pillows and stuffed animals did he ever buy her?

“just get out!” she yells, throwing a final plushie at the door with enough force to promptly close it.

pantalone stares at his teenage daughter, heart aching and mouth ajar when he turns to see her crying, for seemingly no reason.

“dove, is everything alright-“

“you ate my chocolate..” she’d mumble, “dad, that was my last one!” she whines, cries getting more evident. “i needed those for my period!”

his eyes widen, and he looks at the now empty chocolate wrapper in the palm of his hand. “oh, im sorry baby,” he says softly, setting the wrapper down and approaching his crying child slowly. “i didn’t know.”

her tears move pantalones heart in ways he never knew they could. if he hated seeing his daughter cry as a toddler, god, does he hate it even more now. his mind searches for ways to possibly make it better, though only one thing comes to mind.

“would it make you feel better if i got you more? or took you out to eat at your favorite place later this evening?” he suggests, thumbs lightly tapping at the inner corners of his little doves eyes to ensure no damage or discomfort ensues on accident.

she sniffles, glossy and slightly puffy eyes blinking up at his navy blue ones before he receives an answer.

“i could.. go to eat.” she mumbles, almost forgetting about the chocolate at hand.

pantalone nods, a soft smile coming to cross his face. “alright, we’ll go at 7, okay?”

Bonus! One of the cons that comes with Pantalone being a wealthy father.

pantalone blinks, eyes trained on his daughter curled up posture in the corner of her room, silent cries and curses escaping her lips. he and his 15 year old had just had a pretty evident argument. from her point of view, he was in a closed mindset. from his, he was simply confused on why such few little words hurt her so badly.

“dove, what’s the matter?” pantalone asks, his tone coming off more monotone than intended, but it’s whatever. she shouldnt notice.

his daughters eyes snap up, anger and frustration swirling in them. “‘what’s the matter’?” she repeats, appalled by his audacity to ask such a stupid question. was it not obvious? “you’re not listening to me!”

“and how am i not?” he rebutted. “my ears seem to be working fine if i can hear you now.”

she stands and runs her hands through her hair, frustrated. “you know what i mean - how come you so easily understand i’m upset and not why? surely you’re not stupid dad!”

“you’re speaking crypticly.” he says, sighing.

“no! you’re just refusing to understand! just because you had to grow up in such vile, and cruel circumstances and had to deal with such degrading nature of the people around you does not mean you do the same to me! yes, im emotional, but that’s no reason to belittle me in any way! would you not want me to become a better version of you? live a better life than you did growing up? have the ability of expressing myself without feeling so cowardly for it?!” she asks, hands shaking.

“oh, is this because i called you a crybaby?” he says, almost amused. “dove, you know i was joking, right?”

“it surely didn’t seem like it!” she says.

“alright, alright.” he says dismissively. “how about this? get yourself together, put on a cute little outfit and i’ll give you some money to go shopping. call some of your friends while you’re at it, yeah? get your mind off things.” he suggests.

because wouldnt that be the rational answer? in his mind, she’s a teenager. a materialistic teenager. as long as she has money and gets what she wants, everything will be fine. right?

“.. dad i dont want your stupid money!” she yells. “i want you to be vulnerable and open enough to understand that what you say when we argue hurts me sometimes! i want you to understand me. that’s all i want right now.”

“i do understand you, dove. you’re upset right now, your hormones are probably just through the roof-“

“this is not about my hormones dad! what the hell?! i am crying because you called me a crybaby in the most disgusted, degrading tone imaginable. all because i’m confident enough to express myself to you without any subconscious fear that you wont hear me! and i still do express myself to you, despite the fact that you do this almost every time! i dont want money, i dont want clothes, i dont want food, a car, concerts, nothing. i just want you, to understand me. is that so hard to ask? should i just block you out all the time, if this is how everything will ever end with you?”

pantalone pauses for a minute, and watches his little girl storm out of her room and make her way to the bathroom, a click following soon after. she’s locked the door. he’s left by her door frame, suffocated by the hurt and tense silence of what she said. the longer he’s left there, the more things make sense. pantalone is a wealthy man, known by many. while when his little dove was in her younger stages of life, getting her a new toy or taking her to see a movie she liked was a simple remedy to fix whatever argument or disagreement they were having.

but she’s older now. older, and more mature. she’s getting to a point where she doesn’t want a new closet, or to go see an expensive artist as an apology. at least, not a direct, base apology. she simply wants to be understood.

just because he is used to being ignored and told to ‘toughen up’ doesn’t mean she has to be. he’s in a better position in life, a place in which he can teach her everything he wanted to know. everything he still wishes he knew how to do.

“dove?” he calls, knocking on the bathroom door.

“go away.” she replies, not wanting to hear another excuse.

“i’m sorry, little one. i should’ve been more open to how you felt. it wont happen again, i promise.” he apologizes, hoping deep in his heart she’d forgive him.

the bathroom door clicks, opens, and out flies his daughter, eyes puffy and red.

“that’s all you had to say, damn it!” she curses, hugging her father tightly.

[admirxation]

˗ˏˋ admirxation's weekly fic recs ´ˎ˗

!! dark content ahead, material in this post is intended for 18+ viewers, please read the warnings the authors have provided, and continue at your own discretion !!

(2nd week) 12th May '24: after the first post of my weekly recommendations, it's safe to say that I will continue these for my own bookmarks and give some more authors love. I just wanted to make some notes that I will be a / before the username since I will have repeats of certain authors, and I don't want to bombard or bother them with a Sunday tag; my aim is to show love and appreciation, not flood someone's inbox with tags haha & plus there is a link to their work so u already know the author. ALSO feel free to comment down some more recommendations so I and other people can look at other fics, thank you. // p.s this is a shorter week, i’ve had to study for exams and i’ve been a bit obsessed with AI bots lmao <3

Resident Evil Recommendations

Denim [NSFW] {re4r!leon kennedy x fem!reader} ~ the reader's boyfriend comes home from an assignment still wearing his gear with a pair of jeans that were given to him by the reader; the sight drives the reader wild.

this was written by @/gigabyte-flare // omg how much I've missed their writings, I love their account sm and gotta say I am a big fangirl of their writing. this is a quick oneshot if anyone’s looking for a quick fix and ugh it hit the right spot. i’m sorry but leon in jeans YUM YUM YUM YUM YUM. i really love the domestic kinda vibes to fics like the established relationship and couple sex, i literally melt whenever i read them, especially when u have such an amazing writer like pixel setting the scene.

never penelope, always calypso [NSFW] {leon kennedy x reader} ~ Leon is married to Ashley and they have an open relationship which the reader gets involved with

this was written by @/miss-oranje-disco-dancer // first of all, the odyssey reference ATE, this was my favourite book in my first year of my degree, it was the book that kept me going in my degree after i was about to quit so whenever i hear anything about it i just eat it up. i love the progression of this narrative, the way it all starts as just casual, and loved the bit where the reader doesn’t want to be involved with cheating so she makes sure, such a small detail but i loved it. and honestly i could feel the way the readers heart ache as the story continued, even though ashley as a wife is distant within this fic the idea of her and what leon has with her is so well written, that dynamic of the wife and the yearned was excellent. i love this writer like, im beyond jealous of their writing style i wish i was that talented.

Crave [NSFW] {Las Plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader} ~ soft loving sex with las plagas leon

this was written by @/belovedcloud . y’all know i love me some las plagas leon and omfg the things this fic did to me, I AM S C R E A M I N G AHHHHH. i loved the way the writer introduced him coming back and how he needs the reader, the writing of him craving was very well down, and very hot, one of my fav las plagas fics

daddy’s girl [NSFW] Step-dad!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader} ~ readers birthday and her father doesn’t turn up but her step father is there.

this was written by @/barleyo // AHAIDOCJSSJSOXJ ughhhh the line “let daddy love you” made me bang my head on the walls while i jumped like a spider on them, I AM GOING FERAL FOR THIS. honestly i loved the dynamic of being shocked at him leaning in for a kiss, and the description of it being wrong but just having to indulge like ummmpppthhh this was so well written, im glad i found this blog.

Jujutsu Kaisen Recommendations

surprise [NSFW] {Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader and established relationship with satoru gojo x reader} ~ Satoru comes home early to surprise his wife, but ends up surprised in seeing who she is with.

this was written by @/lemonlover1110 // i’m a toji and gojo girlie so having them both in a fic is ahehehehe im foaming at the mouth. IT WAS SO FUCKING HOT. like i felt sorry for gojo but ugh he’s such a little pervert and i love it, and the toji’s cocky personality with calling it out was *chefs kiss*. brb gonna curl myself up in a corner and go F E R E L.

the sorcerer killer [NSFW] {Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader} ~ Toji is hired to kill a woman but he finds her so beautiful that he needs to have some fun with her first.

this was written by @/lemonlover110 // oh look more Toji fics, we're not surprised nor mad because Toji is a need omfg i love him. i loved this oneshot, and ugh the flirting when he first sees the reader, and omfg the ending literally has me on all fours barking for him, ahh this blog is one of my literal favourites, especially with the Toji fics. all Toji girls must go to this blog and give them some love hehe

12:34am [NSFW] {satoru gojo x fem!reader} ~ blindfold play

this was written by @/chuluoyi // ugh i this was so good, blindfold fics are so hot, i love the blindfolding play, and the way the author described the sensation was just so well written. another one of my fav jjk blogs, i have loads of their works already in my ‘to read’ which i am trying to read through.

[fourswords]

starting sketching out light and like. HES 12??? like I get it- he's about to be 13- And knight is the oldest at a grand total of 15 but like-

BRO DOESNT EVEN HAVE AN ATTENTION SPAN YET???

like I know they're dumb in the manga but 😭 every 12-13 year old I've ever met is like a certified dumpster fire, which you might wanna consider in his character lmso

but I just feel like after the manga it wouldn't even matter that he saved Hyrule, he's just getting grounded until he's a legal adult 😭

like azure THATS A BABY- Aint no way he's smart enough to have even survived half the manga even with his dumb luck!

im crying please add like one year to all their ages im on my hands and knees is your goal to give this tiny child some form of PTSD because he is IN CONSTANT DANGER.children need to have a sense of safety (and their stupidity doesn't count, blue got swallowed alive and frozen, vio was lying to SAVE HIS LIFE, green was straight up about to kill vio and had to deal with attacking another knight, and couldn't bring himself to attack their own dad, and then red got chased by an angry mob and then lost all will to LIVE with blue in that one temple-) 12 is barely even conscious and self aware 😭

like I know 12 year olds have complex emotions and can handle abstract concepts and start getting into deeper moral understanding- but my human of earth the self awareness is either ONE THOUSAND OR ZERO AND THERE ISNT A BETWEEN AT THAT AGE-

im sorry if I sound rude or something btw I'm mostly just joking and I tend to overdramatize for comedic effect but I genuinely cant wrap my head around him being just 12- like at least 14??? maybe bump knight to 16 while ur at it? ?

also I'm gonna figure out some way to incorporate the different colors into his hat probably, its big so its like a bag lol since in the manga blue just shoved his whole hammer in there I'm pretty sure

smithy will be extremely small without complaint.

feel free not to take my words seriously tho lol I just cant imagine a 12 year old going thru the manga, like look me in the eyes and tell me a 12 year old-

if I misunderstood anything lmk lol I am a lil stupid sometimes

HAHAHA YES HE IS IN FACT TWELVE. The Legend of Zelda is a series that's all about "yeah let's hand this child a sword and let him go nuts" (to use a popular example, BOTW Link being canonically handed a sword at age four and is said in Mipha's diary to have been able to best grown men in fights: "At the request of Hyrule's king, a group of outsiders came to greet us at the domain. One of them was a Hylian child of only about four years of age. His name was Link. He made quite a first impression. He was curious and full of energy, with a ready smile. Are all Hylian children that way? One thing that surely sets him apart is his swordsmanship, which I hear is exceptional. He has even bested adults. He must be somewhat reckless, however, as he was covered in bruises.") and I absolutely intend to lean into that as much as possible. Light's age comes mainly from comparing Akira Himekawa's designs for Links of varying ages side-by-side with each other; for example, you have Minish Cap Link, who's very obviously drawn like a young child:

You have Twilight Princess Link and Ocarina of Time Link, both drawn to look like older teenagers (and we know OOT Link's older age is 16-17 depending on who you ask):

We have Skyward Sword Prequel Link, who is a fully-fledged adult (his other panels illustrate the difference more sharply, but this is what he looks like, so):

And then we have FSA Link in the manga, who is drawn to be VERY visibly younger than OOT, TP and SS Prequel Link, but is definitely visibly older than MC Link (he's got the rounder face + eyes, the shorter stature, and it becomes even more visible when compared to the knights in the FSA manga itself):

His maturity level also does, to me, match that of an average 12-year-old nepo baby (which he really kind of is)—kid who thinks he knows everything & that he's hot shit but is kind of a giant train wreck internally.

All three Four Sword heroes prior to him were explicitly stated to be "young boys", and FSA manga Link is really no different in that regard—in the context of my own AU, he's actually the one who went on his adventure at the oldest age (with Smithy going on his around 8-9, Four going on his at 10, and Knight now going on his at 11). It's just been a shorter time since his adventure than it has been for the others ^^;

[19180901]

OSHSJSHSJSHSJSHJSNSSH I’M SO HAPPY THERES A NEW NINJAGO BLOGGFGGFFEHEHDHSHSHBD

OKAY OKAY OKAY WHAT IF LLOYD AND KAI (Seperate) GIRLFRIEND IS AN ELEMENTAL MASTER OF LAVA YES I KNOW ITS ALMOST LIKE KAI BUT THIS IS FANFICTION!

LIKE JANAI FROM THE DRAGON PRINCE WHENEVER SHE GETS LIKE REALLY ANGRY AND MY HOMEGIRL GOT SOME ANGER ISSUES HER ENTIRE BODY TURNS INTO LIKE LAVA TYPE OF SKIN AND THEY TRY TO CALM HER DOWN! IF YOU DONT WATCH THE DRAGON PRINCE I RECOMMEND WATCHING THIS

https://youtu.be/mIwidDvNins

JANAI STARTS TO TRANSFORM IN 01:04

OKAY SORRY FOR THE CAPS IM JUST SO EXCITED IM GONNA SHUT UP NOW

- 🌙

OMGAGAHSHAH IM KICKING MY FEET AND SCREAMING INTO MY PILLOW RN IM SO HAPPY I NEVER THOUGHT ID ACTUALLY GET REQUESTS AND LIKES AND SHIT LIKE THAT FROM THESE?? AAAAaaa a

IDK IF I SHOULD DO HCS OR A DRABBLE SO IM JUST GONNA DO HCS!! (SEND ME ANOTHER ASK IF YOU WANTED A DRABBLE, ILL MAKE ANOTHER VERSION !!)

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⤵ YOU'RE SO UPSET WITH ME...

. . 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐕 - 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 .ᐟ

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✣ . Kai and Lloyd (separate) x Master of Lava!fem!reader with anger issues !

➟ Lowercase intended.

➟ CW: Mild swearing, use of "princess" once. But overall it's just crack and fluff, and completely safe!

The timeline is up to you.

I didn't know if you were saying Janai had anger issues or the reader did, so I just gave the anger issues to the reader ahhajahahabba

I LOVE THE CONCEPT OF THIS SM

- <3

✣ . . 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇 .

oh boy, you were angry as fuck. and normally, he'd think he could handle your anger.

haha WRONG

girlie so mad she became lava. literally.

and he was scared. so, very, extremely scared.

you looked like you were about to wreck the whole monastery down😭

BUT kai being kai like the (adorable) dumbass he is, he thought that, as the elemental master of fire, naturally he'd be lava-proof.

lol wrong again woopsies💔

he tried to hold your hand to calm you down a bit but instantly regretted.

but once he saw you slightly calming down and lightly giggling at his absolute suffering, he had an idea.

he walked towards you to excute his stupid idea (which was doing tomfool-fucking-ries and other dumb stuff in your face to cheer you up;; which would have made you angrier), he tripped on the electro chicken thing and fell face-first on the floor.

he turned around onto his back, pain written all over his face, and groaned.

okay. well that was a fail.

but maybe not?!?@?@🤯🤯

still on the floor, he saw you, also on the floor, laughing your fucking ass off. he was about to pull out some sassy remark out of his ass when he saw that you were becoming like the usual again!

you were brushing your tears off, about to throw him some mocking comment when your breath was fucking squeezed out of your body because the mf you call your boyfriend jumped on you like some kid who met their dad again after 6 years.

"OH thank the first spinjitzu master you're not lava and angry anymore. pls don't do that again i'm sorry😞."

you couldn't do anything but just pat his head and accept his apology.

conclusion, angry y/n: -12/10 would not recommend.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✣

✣ . . 𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐌. 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍 .

holy shit?? you were lava??@?

this dude had no fucking clue on what to do, or what was going on.

he is the definition of the standing emoji (🧍)

it's not that he doesn't wanna help you or anything, my boy just has no experience on the "how to calm down angry girlfriend that turns into lava without dooming yourself" field ykyk 😞

at first he thought about pouring a bucket of water on you.

but he got scared you'd turn into stone or obsidian or smth and he'd lose you forever💀

so no pouring water on lava s/o.

so instead, he did what he thought was the most reasonable and logical thing to do.

he (very carefully) sat you down on the couch (or bed, idk) and let you rant/vent about whatever or whoever made you so furious you pretty much changed the composition of your skin cells and unlocked some kind of new power or something.

you ranted and ranted, and he did nothing but listen to you ever so attentively.

once you were done, he comforted you the best he could.

"it'll be alright, you are so much better than them anyway."

"their opinion on you does not matter if it's negative "

"you're so beautiful, no one can rivalize with your beauty, princess."

"i love you so so much. <3"

"do you, by complete hazard and coincidence, have their address? i'm just gonna... pay them a nice little visit. 😇"

you love him so ofc you give it to him ha😊😊

anyway he goes to get your favorite food and once he comes back with it, you're happy again👍

he's so proud of himself for that it's so cute

and after that you both live together happily ever after and have as many kids as you want whenever you want.

the end😋

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⤴ ...BUT I'M SO OBSESSED WITH YOU!

hihi hope you enjoyed this and don't forget to hit that follow and reblog button !!👍

© legoffection. Please do not repost my work on any platforms, plagiarize and heavily edit my work under any condition!

[abbofff]

Daddy Issues

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I woke up suddenly when I heard a voice calling my name.

— Ada! —

A body launched at me before I could sit on the stretcher.

— You have no idea how happy I am to see you. — I heard the sweet muffled voice of my brother against my shoulder.

— I'm glad to see you too, Perce. — I hugged him back with the same bone crushing strength while trying to hold back my tears.

I had no words for him right now, I just needed a long hug from him.

Several minutes passed until he pulled away from the hug and helped me sit.

His face wore the sweet smile that he inherited from his mother along happy glossy eyes. He wore those expressions for only a second because they suddenly turned into worry.

— A-are you okay? What happened to you? Your eyes are weird. —

My eyes are probably red and puffy from last night crying but that is not a subject I want or can talk right now, he is far more important.

— Im fine, Percy. How are you? — I asked kindly.

I attempted to grab his hand but he got up from the stretcher and found a mirror. He gave it to me and I saw what had confused him.

My eyes were not their common shade of blue, they were more electrical. It goes without saying that it was weird as fuck. They were normal the last time I saw my face, I think. Maybe? I can't really remember. Fuck it. I'm feeling good and it doesn't really matter anyways.

— It's probably the Sun rays or something, don't worry, i'm fine. — I calmed him down, leaving the mirror on a bedside table.

An awkward silence filled the infirmary. Percy was shifting his weight on his feet with his gaze on the ground.

I sighed deeply and got up from the stretcher. The only way we can move forward is that I addres last night events.

— Grover told me what happened to your mum. I'm sorry, Percy. — My voice was almost a whisper. No matter how much I intended to speak clearly, the lump in my throat was killing me.

Percy closed his eyes with all his might, his fists clenched.

I embraced him again. I cupped the back of his head against my shoulder and wrapped my other arm across his waist.

No tears stained my shirt this time. Percy was never an easy crier, he always thought that crying over something made it real and unfixable. So, he just limited himself to grab my shirt like if I was going to dissappear in any minute and I tried to make him know I was not going anywhere.

After a couple minutes, he splited the hug and stepped back a bit.

— My mom's goal was to bring me here because of my dad. I need to find him. Have you seen someone who could be him? — Percy's look was determined and bold.

I opened and closed my mouth uselessly because I could not find a way to sugar coat my answer.

— There are no Gods here. There is just one but I don't think he could be... —

— Where? — He asked abruptly.

I understood that, at this moment, there was no point in trying to make him understand that the Gods were not allowed to see their children. Except Dionysus, of course, but he screwed up and I guess Zeus can't send his Olympian son on a trip to Tartarus.

— Follow me. —

I didn't told the basics of camp to Percy as we walked because, well, I just got here too and showing the ropes is Luke's/Chiron's thing. But when we were like a block away from the porch that surrounded the Big House, I decided to give Percy a heads up of who exactly he's going to meet.

— Listen, Percy, the only God here is the camp director, Mr. D, the God of wine. He's not a super nice guy, so please don't be rude. —

Am I being a hypocrite for telling Percy not to do the thing that I did and I don't regret? Yes, but he doesn't need to know that.

Percy eyes filled with surprise.

— The camp director is Dio- —

— Oh, don't trow names around. I don't exactly know if it is a Bloody Mary or a Voldemort thing, but it seems important. So just go by their titles I guess. — I warned him.

— I thought that the director would be a war deity. — Percy said, kinda asking "why him?".

— A f- — Oh yeah, I told her we weren't friends. — A camper told me that he cheated on his wife and the King of Gods sent him here to watch over demigods. —

— The King as in Z- —

— Yup. —

— HE punished his own son for being a cheater. — Percy said each word slowly, either to make me rethink my words and correct myself or to trying to convince himself of what he was hearing.

— Funny, innit? Maybe the Queen was like "I barely take this shit from you, I'm not going to take it from your bastard son". Happy wife, happy life. — Percy chuckled at my words.

— How is the God of festivities and stuff a jerk? — Percy asked.

— I know. They feel so out of character. LIke, what's next? Is the Goddess of wisdom going to be dumb a rock? — We laughed.

It took some more walking to get where Mr. D was sitting. He didn't spared a glance at us of course, he was too busy relaxing under the Sun rays.

Percy walked over to him while I stayed behind with my arms crossed.

— Hello Sir, my name is Percy Jackson. Could I talk with you for a sec? — Percy asked a bit loud.

Mr. D. lifted his sun glasses and stared us up and down before letting out a huff of disgust.

— Ana Wilson and Peter Johnson are here! — The God screamed to the air.

— We met yesterday, man. Bloody hell. — I reminded him.

I rolled my eyes and Mr D took a sip from his diet Coke.

— Excuse me, Your Highness. — Percy called causing Dionysus and me cringe.

— I really need to see my dad. I don't know how to find him around here because I don't know who he is. Could you help me? — Percy asked.

The least his father should do after what Percy has endured is be here for him. But of course, last night I met demigods who have been here for years and their parents didn't even had the decency of claiming them.

I don't care about my father showing up for me, god or not he's a deadbeat, but Percy didn't deserved being abandoned again.

— I think I can, son. — Mr. D. smiled at him.

Does Sally has the worst taste ever in men or he's bluffing?

— Dad? —

— Yes, Peter. —

— Percy. — He corrected.

— No, I named you. — Mr. D. dismissed.

— Listen, kid. Before we sit and talk about all of this mess, I need you to do something for me. In the galley is a bottle of 1985 Château Haut-Brion, fetch that for me. —

— His dad forbids him of drink wine, so unless you wanna be struck by lightning, don't. — I said to Percy.

— Hey, stranger, you are ruining this father-son moment. Zip it and go away. Go to the galley, son. —

Percy looked at me and hesitated. He couldn't make a choice before Chiron stood in front of the porch stairs. Percy's jaw dropped.

Chiron gave me a smile and then he focused on Percy.

— Percy Jackson, we've been expecting you. How are you processing things until now? — Chiron asked him.

— Well, seeing Ada again is great but you are on top of half a horse and my dad won't talk to me unless I get him a drink. —

Chiron looked gobsmacked at the last part.

— Mr. D. is not your father, Percy. —

Percy turned to me with a confused expression.

— He's your dad? — Percy half asked half mocked.

— No! —

Hold up, now IM kinda confused.

— Your are not, right? — I asked the god.

— Thanks the others no. Might be worse than that though. — He mumbled the last part.

— What?! — What the fuck was he trying to say?

— Alright, I'll take the kids for a proper talk. — Chiron announced.

— Why must you ruin everything fun? — Mr. D. growled.

Chiron took us for a walk to the cabins. He explained the basic of how this camp and the magic world worked as Percy tried to absorb all the info like a sponge.

— Mr. Brunner- — Percy called.

— He's not Mr. Brunner, Perce. He's the guy I told you should be Heracles' teacher instead of Phil in his Disney movie. —

— You didn't explained it to me. — Percy said sarcastically.

— Of course I did, several times. What are you talking about? —

— You mansplained it to me several times. — He accused me.

— I had to explain it in a first place because you are a nitwit. —

— Children, enough. My name is Chiron. And yes, that movie is very inaccurate. —

— Well, Chiron, I lost your pen-sword thingy. I'm sorry. — The blonde said.

— Our magical objects don't obey the mortal laws of physics. Check your pockets. —

Percy did as he was told and got a pen put of his pocket leaving him amazed.

— Jelous you don't have a sword, sis? — Percy joked when he caught me staring.

I giggled and reached for my brooch on my belt loop, opening it and revealing the green and golden sword.

— Of course not. Mine is prettier anyways.— I said to later "sheathe" my sword.

The subject died down when Chiron began talking again and finished his monologue when we got to the cabins area, signalizing to which god each one belong to.

— Great. Which one I'm I? Which one are you, Ada? — Percy asked.

I felt embarrassed at his question, couldn't look at his eyes and dropped my gaze to my feet.

— None of you has been claimed yet, Percy. —

— Oh, when do we get claimed? —

— The plans of the Gods reveal themselves at their own time. — Chiron said.

— It could be tomorrow or next week or, well... — I couldn't finish my sentence.

— Never. — Percy said for me.

— Even now, they choose to ignore us. — The blonde boy complained, hurted.

— Come on, if they choose to not be our fathers we can choose to not be their children. We were raised by better people that they will ever be anyways. At least we can live in a world with flying horses now.— I bump his shoulder playfully.

My brother smirked.

— Where are we staying then? —

— I'll take it from here, I guess. — I looked at Chiron.

— Very well, go on now. — Chiron said his goodbyes and left.

I started to walk towards Hermes's cabin.

— We stay in cabin 11, home of Hermes' children. He is the god of travelers, so he welcomes his own children and the unclaimed. Its counselor, Luke, is a very nice guy. I'm sure us three will be friends.— I smiled at him as we reached the doorframe, then turned to try to find the scarred boy but he found us first.

— Ada, hi. Did your wounds healed well? — Luke asked.

— Wounds?! What wounds? — Percy screamed in a whisper, scanning my body with his eyes.

— It was nothing really, Im ok. Thanks for asking, Luke. —

— Luke, this is Percy Jackson. Percy, this is Luke... Uhm. — I had a full pep talk and deep conversation with this guy I didn't even bother to ask his last name. Shit.

— Luke Castellan. Nice to meet you, Percy. Its almost lunch time but I think we can make a full tour before that. Ada, do you wanna come? — Luke asked.

Thanks that we didn't enter the cabin, I got to see from the corner of my eye how Annabeth on a full armor exited her cabin. The guilt I felt began boiling inside me, I needed to talk to her.

— Actually, I need to do something. Sorry Percy. I'll catch you at lunch. — I say as I turn to go, but I bump into Grover instead.

I fall on my butt and Grover almost does too.

— Ada! I'm sorry. — He reaches a hand to help stand and as I do I focus on his other hand.

— What's that? — I ask.

— Oh, right! Percy, this is yours. From when you killed the Minotaur last night. — Grover unwraps the thin cloth covering the horn and hands it to Percy.

All chatter in the cabin stops and turns around to try to get a better look at the horn of the legendary Minotaur.

— Oh, uhm... Thanks Grover. — Percy says, clearly unconformable at the sudden attention, and saves it on his backpack.

I take a look at the cabin area, Annabeth long gone but maybe I can still find her somewhere.

— Aren't you all supposed to be somewhere else? Stop with the creepy looks.— I rise my voice for everyone to hear. My serious voice and harsh look were enough to make everyone sigh in annoyance and leave the cabin or gather the things they need before they go.

I look at Percy, he gives me a thanked look.

— I really need to go now, sorry Perce. Good luck. — I say as I start walking to where Annabeth was headed.

[spokspsps]

okay so heres like all the things im going insane about in atsv its so disorganized im so sorry

spoilers for atsv

okay first off the mass amounts of color symbolism is insane

the fight with gwen and her dad where the color backgrounds kept switching to more and more contrasting colors to show that they were getting further and further apart emotionally the one part where gwen talks about her identity and how she has to hide it while acting fine WITH THE TRANS COLOR??? shes trans theyre all trans during the fight when the color backgrounds get closer and closer in shade to each other and then as everything falls apart again the background starts melting like watercolors its insane im going insane

and the clear color difference between earth42 and earth1610 is so amazing

earth42 is clearly more focused on purple and greens and theyre also even shaded differently too, earth1610 is shaded with halftone dots and colorful tones while earth42 focuses primarily on single colors with single directional hatching and comic book style shading (shading with straight up black rather than darker hues)

the fact that 42miles probably knows more spanish than 1610miles because he got closer with his mom after his dad died is heartbreaking

seeing the growth that miles has made in his 1 year, outsmarting literally the entire spidersociety with his plans and even beating some of them in combat its INSANE he's grown so much and while he's still a child he's also clearly grown and he knows his potential and worth

everyone has realistic motives that i can understand the reasoning behind and i also dont get the hate behind gwen she's just 15-16 and her only parental figure has just rejected her–of course she's going to follow miguel and jessica at first and then struggle with rejecting their ideals to support miles OF COURSE she is SHE'S A CHILD

i understand miguel's goals of the greater good but at the same time his need for control after losing all of it with the second universe clouds his judgement so intensely that he blames miles for all of it (also i noticed peter b parker was in miguel's second universe while it was collapsing???)

they both (miguel and miles) want to save people but they're going about it with different philosophies and i think it's because miguel has lost his way with what being spiderman really means

being spiderman means knowing ur not gonna be able to save everyone but still trying to save everyone anyways, and that's what miles embodies he knows he might not be able to save his dad but he wants to try anyways because if he just stood back and let it happen then there was everything he could've done and nothing he did do

miguel has forgotten in his grief that being spiderman means breaking conventional rules, never giving up nobody who tells you to and it's incredibly sad (and also kind of funny to see this like 50yo man send a manhunt for a 15yo teenager for not wanting his dad to die)

i think spiderman personally as the most human superhero purely because he's meant to a person anybody can imagine themselves as and people really can with the amount of different people, genders, ethnicities, etc you see in atsv!! the point of spiderman is to never give up and to always save people and although miguel intends to do those, he has given up on saving people in favor of what he would call "the greater good"

also the spot? i may be interpreting this wrong but i feel he's almost a parallel to miles

get your powers accidentally and not according to "canon events"

lose everything (miles, uncle aaron and the spot, like legitimately everything)

get new powers that you have no idea how to control and need to try and adapt to your life style

become incredibly powerful by learning to recognize your own potential and strength (as seen with miles' plan during the spidersociety chase and spot with the whole,, jesus fucking christ)

the difference between them is that miles recognized his potential and gained confidence through the support that he got from his dad saying that he will support him no matter what because he knows that miles can do it

meanwhile the spot got it specifically because the spiderpeople underestimated him, all making fun of him at first and even calling him "villain of the week" (or weak? i thought it was weak at first) and so he gets more powerful through spite, through the need to prove that he can be something despite having lost everything

and it's interesting to see how that also relates to miguel in a way

both losing quite literally everything and developing an intense and visceral need to control and dominate (men.) its amazing to see it

i might have more later but this is it rn

[cowboybrunch]

The speed with which I ran to your askbox...

🫂- What was your inspiration for your WIP? (Whichever is loudest in your mind atm <3 ) 🫀- Do you have an abandoned project? Why did it get binned? 🥸- Which character is most like you?

hii!!!!! ty for the questions!! <3

botrd is on the brain so. what inspired it? good question.

it's hard to point to one specific thing or even a handful of things because i feel like it was in my brain for years before i actually started writing it. i've always had a funky relationship with death and grief and this story was initially just a way to make sense of that. and then while i was finishing up the first draft, my dad died. maybe that's oversharing. but writing about grief while experiencing it is a whole other beast that i wasn't really prepared for, and i think it's made this story so much more than i intended it to be.

so i guess the real inspiration is the need to affirm that even tho we're all gonna die, it matters that we lived. it'll end, of course it'll end, and we'll be nothing more than memories and then eventually, nothing at all. but we were here and it mattered.

woof that got heavy. sorry bout that. ANYWAYS...

i have many abandoned projects but i dont like to think of them as abandoned. more like… hibernating. but let's talk about one of them!

The Sites

inspired by nuclear semiotics and this fun little message that has been translated into every UN written language:

This place is a message… and part of a system of messages …pay attention to it! Sending this message was important to us. We considered ourselves to be a powerful culture. This place is not a place of honor… no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here… nothing valued is here. What is here was dangerous and repulsive to us. This message is a warning about danger. The danger is in a particular location… it increases towards a center… the center of danger is here… of a particular size and shape, and below us. The danger is still present, in your time, as it was in ours. The danger is to the body, and it can kill. The form of the danger is an emanation of energy. The danger is unleashed only if you substantially disturb this place physically. This place is best shunned and left uninhabited

basically: nuclear waste site. how do we warn that it's dangerous? put giant spikes in the ground, make it look super ominous (think elephant graveyard in the lion king), start a religion around the sites warning people to never, EVER go there or else evil will be unleashed

and then in the far, far future, when language has evolved so drastically that they don't understand our warnings, the myth of the sites remains. the warning is embedded in the culture itself. do not go here

enter: curious children being curious children

why was it binned?

ack, ran out of steam, got sidetracked by other things, hit a wall and turned around, etc. im sure it'll come back round. they always do

what character is most like you?

all of my characters have bits and pieces of me packed into them. like looking in a shattered mirror and seeing hundreds of tiny reflections. BUT if i had to pick one, i would pick Amelia from my untitled vampire story (a beast or a bad dog)

I squeeze the hilt of the golden dagger like a child might hug a doll: for comfort, for safety, to quell the unrelenting fear that this is all there is, that I will only be what I am for the rest of my life. Always leaving a mess, Nicolai said. He doesn’t know how right he is.

i wouldn't say she's like me now, but i see a lot of my teenage self in her. angry, prideful, stubborn, frightened. trying to reconcile what she's learning about the world with what she's been taught. she's a good egg, deep down. she just needs a little patience.

[lanceappreciationblog]

this is so silly but seeing starter headcanons reminded me of my own and it’s really silly tbh

it’s hard to explain in full without just absolutely infodumping about how i think Lance’s family dynamic works and every detail about them but i PROMISE it’s all connected in some meaningful way. and if i infodump anyways? im so sorry 😭

but ive always headcanoned he raised at least one of his Dragonites from an egg, but it wasn’t his first. my headcanon is that his first Pokémon was actually a magikarp when he was a wee small child on his birthday. to get into the fam dynamic for a moment, my headcanons are whacky but im the captain of this ship and im going down with it. his mom was a blackthorn dragon trainer and his dad was a random flying specialist and delivery guy and yada yada you know how the rest goes. but the parentals decided the best way to bring themselves together for such an important gift was to give him an almost-dragon with a flying typing thrown in it. but maybe not tell little baby Lance what he’s in store for right off the bat. too young to realize magikarp —> gyarados he was not too thrilled about getting Some Fish as his first. dad would always say though: “be patient little one! you’ll understand soon enough”. and it was a STRUGGLE (no pun intended[?])for the longest time Little Lance struggled hard to make any sort of progress. tragedy struck before the magikarp could evolve which takes Dad Man out of the picture. but when the magikarp finally evolved it was like everything clicked and made sense for Lance, for once things made sense. The gift that kept on giving with some love and patience, and I’d like to think this sort of “exercise” taught him what unconditional love meant at such a young age <//3. so in my messed up world, Lance’s oldest Pokémon is the (blue) gyarados!

bonus: this made the red gyarados event hit home way harder than ever, and boy did it hurt lance to see that since he has such a profound soft spot for magikarps and gyarados (bonus bonus(??) if he reacts poorly to people even joking about mistreating a magikarp even in the slightest)

bonus x3: before Lance’s first magikarp evolved, he found out how to make roses out of it’s shed scales and would give these “scale flowers” to his mom to try and cheer her up because that Tragedy really really got to her. little guy was trying his best.

SO SORRY FOR THE LONG RAMBLE ive been thinking about this for almost 2 years it’s actually insane. —🐌

I'm totally with you anon, Lance brain dump is an addiction, but I'm all here for it. 💪

But anywho, I ADORE this idea!! Lance always reminded me personally of a strong, fierce, Gyarados, but where does a Gyarados come from but a weak frail Magikarp? Lance never strikes me as a "prodigy" child, however, one who suffered immensely and had to work so much for where he is now.

Your idea of his parents being there for him and then half of them being suddenly taken away, (hey btw what is THE TRAGEDY? 👁 ), must've been so rough for him and I can only imagine the stress in his trainer life only became more difficult.

Also, Scale Flowers are soo sweet aaaah. <33

Gyarados will always be Lance's most personal Pokemon to me. They just have so much in common man. :')

[harmonykou]

will you ever love me~ vegaspete

Part 1

Pete's pov

I was standing in front of minor family's mansion regreting my decision to agree with khun korn, to accompany khun vegas as his personal guard " why did I even agree to this " i let out a sigh. A little angry with my ownself, thinking how khun korn just threw me in this hell hole. I was lost in my thoughts when suddenly someone touched my shoulder making me jump a little. I looked over my shoulder to see it was no other than khun vegas, looking at me with a confused face. Seeing him this close to my face was a blessing and a punishment at the same time as he was handsome but no less than devil himself i was lost in my thoughts once again when out of nowhere he spoke " what is main family's most trusted dog doing here" he said it with so much hate and disgust that it broke my heart i nervously replied " i- im here on khun korn's orders khun vegas he send me here as your personal guard sir and your father already agreed to it " he looked so angry after hearing it that i wanted to run away and hide somewhere but what can a poor guard like me do yet still before I could even do anything vegas storm off inside the mansion. I entered the mansion right after him, looking around nervously when some guard came up to me and showed me my room as everyone was already informed of my arrival other than khun vegas

Vegas's pov

I just came home when i saw main family's most trusted dog standing outside our mansion i was really confused to see him here with his luggages as i walk up to him he was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even noticed my presence so to get his attention i touched his shoulder which made him jump a little he turned around and started staring at me it was clear his mind was somewhere else. i questioned him about his arrival which made him really nervous. I looked at him angrily as he was not answering me after collecting his thoughts he finally spoke up and told me about the reason for his arrival and father's agreement on the situation which made me really angry i run to father's study to talk about this matter leaving the stupid guard behind. In a matter of seconds i was in front of father's study. I knocked once to which he responded with a "come in" i entered the office and he was on his usual spot ,on his chair i didn't beat around the bush and directly asked him " father why did you agreed to make that stupid smiley my personal guard without even asking me what if he steal information from us" it came out more harshly then i intended it to be and before i could even realising it father immediately stood up from his seat and the next thing i know is, im on the floor getting yelled " YOU DARE QUESTION MY DECISION ,LISTEN CAREFULLY BOY YOU DO AS I SAY NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND SO WATCH THAT TONGUE" my cheek was hurting really bad still i just bear it. I stood up again "im sorry dad" i bitterly said looking down at the floor, my fist clenching "as you should be now listen to me,i agreed to have him here so you can get him on our side he's one of the most important guards who know all of main family's inner information, you better befriend him so it's easier for us to attack main family he know all the secret passages to enter the mansion and he's a good fighter so you must not fail me in this, stupid faggot" father said in a really pissed tone "i get it father i won't disappointed you" i said in a cold robotic voice, my head still hanging low " you better not, now get out" father roared

Author's pov

Vegas walked out of his father's study " i should find that lowly guard now" vegas said annoyed with the situation. he walked toward the servants quarters and asked a guard about pete's whereabout, the voices in his head was getting louder " why don't you kill yourself it's pathetic anyway getting beaten up like a dog everyday you don't deserve to live anyways, you're a burden on everyone, everyone wants you dead no one loves you " the voices never stopped after finding pete's room vegas stopped and took a deep breath then knocked on the door without waiting for an answer vages entered pete's room. Pete gave vegas a questioning look before bowing " khun vegas if you needed something you should have called me" pete said respectfully. Making vegas become more annoyed " stop acting like main family's guards actually respect us, anyways you are not staying here, as my personal guard you'll be staying with me 24/7 so pack up your stuff you'll stay in my room " pete turned pale hearing these words " khun vegas how can i stay in your room im just a mere guard" pete said. Vegas looked at pete annoyed and said" stop asking questions and pack your stuff " he sat down on a chair then started again " as my guard you should learn to not talk back to me fast it will be better for you" pete only nodded and started packing his stuff. As Pete didn't get the chance to unpack so it was easy for him to collect all his belongings and in a few seconds pete was out of his room following vegas like a lost puppy. Pete was not paying attention when vegas stopped in front of his room. The lack of attention caused pete to bump in vegas " Are you blind? Or is this another way to show disrespect toward me by not paying attention? " vegas said turning around with anger evident on his face. pete didn't knew what to say " i- im sorry khun vegas i- i- i never meant to disrespect you please forgive me I'll be more careful from now on" pete was bowing non-stop asking for forgiveness but vegas didn't replied he just truned around and opened the door. entering the room with pete following him inside " you'll stay here with me in my room incase i need you and no need to be so scared we can be friends in the time we'll spend together" vegas said forcing a smile on his faces remembering what his father said about getting information from pete.

" you can make yourself comfortable here I'll be back soon " vegas was about to leave after this but pete stopped him " k-khun vegas your cheek is bruised. Do you want me to put some medicines on it " pete didn't realise that without even noticing he triggered vegas in a matter of seconds vegas's hand was around pete's neck squeezing it really hard " k-khun pl-please let me go" pete cried vegas let go of pete's neck and slap him hard across the face making pete fall on the other side of the room" DO NOT AND I REPEAT DO NOT EVER ASK ME ABOUT THINGS THAT DO NOT CONCERNS YOU , YOU SHOULD KNOW YOUR PLACE " leaving pete on the floor with a bruised face

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It's my first time writing a story hope you all enjoy it and english is not my first language so please bear with me

Love u all❤️❤️❤️

[thestitchingwitch]

The Perfect Shot

Summary: You’re a barista who’s been tasked with training the new hire. Little do you know that you’ll be training one of the biggest names in Super Hero history...

Warnings: angst, fluff, shy!Reader, romance, teasing, low-self esteeem (reader), jealousy, enemies to lovers trope, female!reader

a/n: Hey everyone! This is my first time writing an Ice Break fanfiction so warning: it might be shite! >_< 97!Devin Walker doesn’t get a lot of love on here (for...reasons tbh???) No disrespect to the Walker family intended. I just really love Ice Break lol. Feedback is welcome! I might make this into a series. idk yet tbh

Word Count: 3,017

Saturday started off like any other: your alarm went off, you showered, and headed downstairs to grab some breakfast. The smell of French toast sticks, maple syrup, and bacon permeated the house; it was really hard to resist. Was it your favorite breakfast? No, you very much preferred when mom made pancakes, but this was the next best thing. 

“Hey sleepy head, good morning,” your mom trilled when you entered the kitchen, a smile on her face. 

“Morning, mom” you yawned. 

“Hey missy, cover your mouth when you yawn,” your dad sternly said, peering up from the newspaper he was reading.

“Sorry dad,” you groaned and rolled your eyes. I literally just woke up. Is it an actual crime to yawn? You thought to yourself as you grabbed a plate from the cabinets. 

“So, kiddo, you have any plans today?” your dad paused, folded up his newspaper to make conversation with you. He took a sip of his coffee. 

“Erm, not a whole lot planned? It’s really just like every Saturday: work, come home, study. Erin invited me out to a party tonight with some kids from school, but I’m not sure if I feel up to it,” you placed your plate on the kitchen table and started pick at the French toast stick. 

“Aww, sweetie. Is everything okay? You’re in high school - you should be out with friends. You know, it’s okay to have fun once in a while,” your mom came over to put her hand on your shoulder. 

You gave her a reassuring smile back. She was right; this WAS the time to have fun with friends, party, and maybe even meet cute guys. Yeesh, that thought was...something. Truthfully, you’ve always felt out of place in this small town. You were never particularly popular or even good looking for that matter; average at best! No one ever asked you out to any of the school dances or admitted to having a crush on you. You just really wanted to go through the motions until you graduated high school. Maybe then life would get better for you?

Once you were finished with your breakfast, you put your plate in the sink and headed upstairs to check your IM before heading off to work. You had one message and it was from Erin. 

BRClov3R_93: OMG. You’ll never guess who’s in town!

Lilac_Kitten: ?

BRClov3R_93: DEVIN WALKER AKA ICE BREAK

You’ve heard of him before: he was that ice hero that literally ALL of your female classmates were going crazy over. Erin especially. The inside of her locker was LITTERED with everything Ice Break. It was like a crazy shrine to this kid. You never understood the hype. He was probably a douche bag in real life anyways. Most celebrities were. 

Lilac_Kitten: Oh, that’s cool. 

BRClov3R_93: Just COOL?!? Y/n this is a once in a life time opportunity. I mean, what are the chances of him coming back to Newbury Park?! Me and the girls are going to try and find him in town. We’re going to skip on the party at Nick’s tonight. You want to come with us??????

Lilac_Kitten: Ahhhhhh I’m okay. You guys enjoy. 

BRClov3R_93: Booooooooo I’ll let you know if I give Devin kiss ;)

Vomit. You’ll never understand what Erin sees in that guy. He’s not even that hot!

You check the clock. Shit I’m going to be late if I don’t leave now. You log off and head off to work. 

As crazy as it sounds, you really enjoyed going to work. You were a barista at the only coffee shop in town, the Panama Treasures Cafe. It was run by a couple who actually was from Panama City. Every shift, you’d learn a little more about their adventures, brewing a cup of coffee, and most recently, how to pull the perfect shot of espresso. It was REALLY challenging but you felt like you were getting the hang of it. Knowing how many grams and how fast a pull was coming through was still tough. Lupe, one of the owners, would always tell you, “making the perfect shot of espresso is a lot like being married. You have to know the right amount to put in, the type of bean you’re working with, and most importantly, you have to be patient.” This analogy sounded like a reach to you, but you soaked up every word she said when it came to espresso making.

“Hey Lupe and Renato - sorry I’m late!” you rush in to the shop. It’s quiet for a Saturday morning. The regulars are there: George, the old man who always orders a small black coffee and cheese danish. Rylie, the young college student who is there for like 12 hours every Saturday studying. However, you knew within the next half hour or so, the shop would be slammed with customers. 

“Y/n that’s the third time this week! You gotta get better at being here on time,” a short, wirey-haired woman popped up from behind the counter. She put her hands on her hips. “The Saturday morning rush is happening soon and we gotta make sure we’re ready, Y/n. You know this. Don’t make me call your parents.” You roll your eyes again. 

“Yes, Lupe. Sorry - I’ve just been...distracted,” you bite your lip. 

“Well, being distracted stops right now. We have a new hire who’s going to be with us for a little bit,” Lupe said. 

New hire? Since when? And why didn’t Lupe or Renato tell me? 

“Oh, that’s so exciting. Are you sure that the Saturday morning rush is the best time to train a new hire? It gets really busy. Not that like, I should be telling you how to run your business or anything. It’s just like, it can get overwhelming, you know?” you said. 

“Sometimes the best way to learn is under pressure. That’s how the best espresso shots are made, right?” Lupe winked at you. This was absolutely a weird straw man analogy, but okay. You heard the shop door open and the bell ring. In walked a familar face: he was tall and a little on the lanky side, golden blonde hair with slight blue tips, and a charming smile you’d know anywhere. It was Devin Walker. 

“Hey, Mrs. L!” Devin waved. “Looking very pretty today, as always.” Lupe chuckled and blushed.

You rolled your eyes again. Blergh, what a kiss ass. He must talk to everyone that way. What a tool. 

Devin turned to face you. Oh God, here we go...

“And what might your name be?” Devin asked. You tried not to make eye contact with him. 

“My name is Y/n,” you responded flatly. He stuck out his hand to shake yours, you indulged him. 

“Well, Y/n, it is an absolute delight to make your acquaintance. I am very excited to be under your tutelage,” Devin beamed. You just glared at him.

“Yep! It’s a really great time here and you’ll learn a lot,” you quickly responded. 

“Y/n, please show Devin around and make sure he knows how to at least brew the coffee,” Lupe asked you. 

“Never fear, Mrs. L! I’m a speedy learner,” Devin winked. 

Holy shit. What is with this guy? Typical celebrity: thinking charm and flattery will get them anything. 

Lupe headed to the back rooms to stock up before the rush which left you and Devin by yourselves behind the counter. 

“Okay, hot shot, let’s set the record straight: I will, under NO circumstances, be influenced by your flattery. You think you can just saunter into this shop and use whatever Hollywood charm to wrap people around your little finger. Well guess what? That shit doesn’t fly with me,” you snapped. 

Devin put both hands up defensively, “woah, woah, woah. Y/n, you said, right? Okay, I’m not trying to charm anyone here. I’m just here to learn what it’s like to be a barista. It’s for a commercial I’m in!” Of course it was. You didn’t think for a moment that this kid new anything about hard work. 

“Alright, you better roll up your sleeves and put some elbow grease into things then, Ice Boy,” you crossed your arms. 

“Yes, ma’am. You’re the boss!” Devin just smiled back. 

Training Devin Walker during a morning rush on a Saturday went just as well as you thought it would: it didn’t go well. At all. The first issue was Devin didn’t know how to properly ring customers up yet, write the name or drinks, or help out with making the drinks. You had to stop what you were doing in the middle of filling orders to help him work the register. This created a massive back log of customer orders. You also had to tell Devin how to do things mutiple times, which got really redunant after a while. Not to mention, you had to put up with all of the angry customers who were in a rush. To add insult to injury, Devin was able to to just smooth things over by talking with people. He’d crack a joke here, wink at someone there. That’s all it took for an irate customer’s mood to completley shift. 

Must be nice, huh? Having all the money and looks in the world. So much so that working a minimum wage job was just field research for Devin. You could feel resentment bubble up in your body. 

Unexpectedly, a tall, stunning blonde girl entered the shop. It was none other than Emily McDonough - head cheerleader and class valedictorian. She took one look at Devin and her jaw dropped.

“OH MY GOD. STOPPPP. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. It’s Ice Break!” Emily let out an ear-piecing squeal. 

“Hell yeah, dude. It’s me, Ice Break. Always nice to meet a fan,” Devin smirked. Emily and Devin were holding up the entire line talking about God knows what. After a while, Emily finally slipped Devin Walker her number, and that’s when you finally lost it. 

“Devin, can I speak to you?” you marched over to where he was standing. 

He looked back, “huh? Oh yeah, yeah. What did you want to talk about?”

“Uhhhh, I was thinking somewhere a little more private??? Maybe??” you cross your arms, looking up at him. He was just so...tall. 

“Oh, oh yeah no doubt. Oh hey, Emily, was it? I’ll hit you up later,” Devin winked at Emily before walking back towards you. Emily let out another excited squeal. 

“Devin, back rooms. NOW,” you snap. You open the door to the back office. Lupe nor Renato was there. Good, you thought to yourself. 

Devin plopped on one of the office chairs, legs spread wide in a casual way. Almost as if he was in his own living room. Your blood was boiling at this point. 

“Do you think this is a joke??? Working here??? Lupe and Renato have spent their entire lives building this palce up and you’re just treating it like it’s a field trip!” you start to rip into him. 

“Hey now - that’s not way I see things. See, I think we made a really good team out there...”Devin began. 

“A - what? Are you dumb??? I had to fix all of your mistakes, train you, AND make all of the orders while you just stood around and flirted with the customers,” you were shouting at this point. 

“Okay, okay, I see that you’re mad. I get that. Yeah, yeah we had some, um, nasty customers. And I wasn’t as fast of  learner as I thought I was....”Devin began to shrink back a little. 

“Oh? You think?? You Hollywood Heroes are all the same. You think you can just flirt and charm your way to the top while the rest of us work our asses off. Must be REALLY nice to get everything you want while the rest of us have to earn it,” your face started to get hot. You could feel tears begginning to well up in your eyes. Devin stood there awkwardly. 

“Umm, yeah. This whole thing...me working at the shop. Dude, I didn’t mean anyone harm. I just got a commercial gig from my PR guy and he recommended I work at an actual coffee shop to get the experience. True, yeah, I do get what I want...mostly, but YOU’RE not being completely fair in your judgments! Just because I’m making mistakes on the job, doesn’t mean I’m not working my ass off right now,” Devin had a point; of course he did. You were both working the same job and it’s not like he wasn’t trying. 

“And so what if I flirt a little? It’s not illegal to do that. Bartenders do it all the time! Okay, I’ll admit, I could absolutely be taking this job more seriously. I’ll make a deal, I’ll be more serious and you can be...nicer? Is that fair,” Devin winced and stuck out his hand in an effort to make a bargain with you. You crossed your arms, looked at him for a bit, then sighed. 

“Fine. It’s a deal. Just like, please listen a little better. Okay?” you gave his hand a firm shake. 

“Scout’s honor,” Devin beamed. Fine, okay. You had to admit he was really cute and you were starting to see why girls liked him. 

Although it wasn’t smooth, the rest of the shift went so much better than the first. You could see that Devin was taking things more seriously this time. He got the hang of working the register by himself, leaving you to focus on fulfilling orders. He even managed to fulfill a few orders himself! Just the regular brew coffee, tea, and smoothie orders; it was too busy to teach him things on the espresso machine. 

After a while, the influx of customers died down, leaving you two by yourselves in the store. You’re not entirely sure where Lupe went off to. Taking care of other business in the store, maybe? You let out a deep sigh. 

“So,” Devin began. “What was that about me not working my ass off again? My glutes are practically KILLING me.” You let out a laugh. Devin nudged you with his arm. “Oh, so she CAN smile?” he teased. 

“Fine. I was wrong about, you’re actually...cooler than I thought,” you mumble. 

“I mean, I do have ice powers babyyy,” Devin takes one hand and makes a little snowflake appear out of thin air. 

“You’re so corny!” you chuckle. “Maybe this question is a little disrespectful, but what’s it like having...you know...powers?” Devin pauses for a moment to think about the question. 

“No, yeah, man. It’s sweet as hell! You can like, make cool ice sculptures, freeze a pool - my dad hates when I do that, by the way - put out fires. I think the best thing about having powers is that you can actually help people, like in a big way. And I think that’s the most important thing to me,” you can see Devin look earnest; he was telling you the truth. 

“You’re...humbler than I expected?? All of my friends are like REALLY big fans of yours. I always thought you were just another smug asshole, but...you really surprised me today. I guess now I’m the smug asshole,” you shrug. 

“Hey man, I get it but you know what they say, don’t judge a book by it’s cover. I do know ONE way you can make it up to me though,” Devin gives you a look. You roll your eyes.

“Okay, I’m listening,” you reply. 

“Alright, so, I’m always wanted to learn how to make that fancy latte art. That machine looks scary and loud though. Can you teach me?” for a moment there, you thought Devin was going to ask you a different question...

“Uhhhh, sure? That’s simple. And pro tip, if the milk steamer is loud, that means your not holding it right,” you both walk over to the machine. Thus, begins the milk steaming tutorial. You stand behind him, showing Devin how to angle the steel milk pitcher and what temperature it needs to reach before it’s ready. Of course, by touch, it’s hard for him to gauge how hot it is because he absorbs heat easily, but eventually, you both find a method that works for you. You go into great detail about how the consistency of the milk is important in creating the latte art. You’re not sure how many hours passed by, but soon, you realize it’s an hour before close. 

“Okay, you have at it and keep practicing. I just need to start closing things up,” you giggle. You really hate to admit it, but Devin Walker has really grown on you. As he’s fumbling with the steamer wand, you can’t help but steal glances at him; he has this cute little scowl when he’s focusing. 

“Hey, Y/n, I think I got it it down pat! Come take a look,” Devin takes your hand and guides you over to a bright red latte cup. You feel your heart race. You’ve never held hands with someone before, let alone a cute heartthrob. The palms of his hands feel warm, but his finger tips are a little icy. 

You look down at the contents of the cup; inside is a perfectly shaped latte heart. 

“Well, how did I do?” Devin grins. For a moment, you gaze into each other’s eyes. You looked at Devin intently, taking in every detail from the tip of his nose to his piercing blue eyes. You felt your cheeks heating up. 

“It’s, no - you’re perfect,” you whisper, just under your breath. You look up to gaze deeply in Devin’s eyes. Suddenly, you feel Devin’s hands wrap around your waist as he starts to pull you towards him. In an instant, your are both locked in a passionate kiss. His lips feel warm against yours, soft.You pull away to look up at him, one hand still cupping the side of his cheek. Both of you, still lingering close to each other. 

“Woah,” Devin remarks, flabbergasted.

“Yeah,” you stare into his icy blue eyes. 

[sanchoyo]

arc v 22 - 30 thoughts!!! whew these eps. set up stuff is important. also, good masumi yuzu moments.

-my god. yuya literally accidentally taking yuzus polymerization card from her and making it his thing when she practiced so hard with it. FUCKing apt metaphor for how I feel she should be the protag and shes being robbed of her role (im sorry I genuinely have nothing against yuya but shes so much more interesting to me! she feels like a classic protag!) im glad he gave it back at least…I was afraid she'd refuse it for some reason…

-I do love yuyas random ITS SHOWTIME english. tmm moment. (theres a lot of random english mixed into this series actually and it always makes me like :D!!! lol I understand!!! hehe)

-uhhh the tall fortune teller lady trying to look at yuyas fate fr and the glass ball SHATTERING AND BREAKING IN HALF IS PROBABLY BAD, THOUGH.

-24 gave some veeeery interesting implications. yuto tells yuzu fusion is the 'enemy' and weve SEEN a synchro (guy on motorcycle, so I assume synchro at least) fighting yuto too!! so. oh my god it is all the dimensions vs xyz. WHAT DID XYZ DO. THATS MY FAV CMON!!! -also very um. interesting in the implications of gx and 5ds being on different timelines I think since the implication is theyre pulling from diff dimensions all at once, right? (possibly diff timelines on top of that, since im p sure even tho I havent seen him, that ive heard arc v kaito is Kind of a Different Kaito from Zexal Kaito. whatever that may mean. canon/timeline divergence???? im SO confused LMAO I thought 5ds was a straight shootoff from gx/dm! I know zexal makes things a bit fucky since I think it implied 5ds didnt Happen, but?? before that I assumed it was a straight line...am I wrong tho...(dont actually answer I wanna figure it out on my own..)

-masumi!!!! being a BOSS at dueling and her two lil dudes being SUCH hypemen for her. we love itttt

-idk if theyre setting shun up as a bad guy or whatever or deeply traumatized. but everytime he xyz summons im like yessss king slay (but not my girl masumi!!!) 16400 attack monster!!!!! with an epic fire bird!!! im obsessed w his aesthetics if nothing else. kinda epic hes putting ppl in cards actually to draw reiji out and wants to take him hostage. i think i side with him bc hes at least cool about it. if youre gonna be morally questionable your vibes better fuck severely, and his do.

-yuzu kinda having a hotgirl summer moment by falling in love with an emo version of her bff LOL get it girl!!!

-oh shit LMAO REIJI STRAIGHT UP SAYING 'no my dad doesnt give a shit about me, taking me hostage would not work' with a straight face!!! DUDE U OK. this IS ygo so daddy issues come standard with every character but CHRIST. and shun being like 'wtf do u mean' HE SAID IT OUTRIGHT DUDE. DONT BE DENSE.

-shun getting told by reiji 'i have ONE condition' then WALKING AWAY BEFORE TELLING HIM and shun being like HEY?? dude this guy has been assaulting ppl/trapping them in cards and ur just?? walking away??? reiji has massive balls and is so funny (I know its more intended to be a cliffhanger, but its ygo. the solution is gonna be to do a series of duels, of course)

-junior, jr youth, youth in the tournament, so being like, little kids (I assume like 5-12ish?) then middle schoolers 13-15? then the youth class beng teenagers up to 18? thats my assumption bc 'pros' seems to indicate adults, and pros arent in the tournament. reiji specifies this is a tournament to find 'spears to fight' for him. WHY are you using CHILDREN instead of pros dude??? christ with your resources theres no NEED for that right???

-but hes fighting his dad and claims to be on the same side as shun, which. surprised me ngl. reiji team xyz!!!! win for the gays everywhere!!! and he has daddy issues!!!!!!!!!!! king.

-honestly, it raises the question of who the 'good' guys are in this battle? reijis up to use child soldiers and to work with a guy who is willing to trap ppl in cards. yet yuto made a point to say its bc they lost friends and want to protect ppl. we dont know what the other side is fighting for. it FEELS like both sides are willing to do Whatever Morally Grey things they need to, which is SUPER interesting. I mean, we havent SEEN the other side at length yet! except sora, who it was on SIGHT for when he saw yuto! so I'm willing to bet hes got the same 'whatever it takes' attitude…I want to know WHYYYY theyre fighting!!!)

-theres a duel school where idols go to learn to duel??? THATS SO CUTE. mikiyo naname ilu i know ur gonna show up ONE time but cute design

-no one told yuya hed be doing the lil pre-tournament speech!! yes he might want to be an entertainer but my god anyone would be anxious with like zero prep or warning! tf nico

-one of the announcers says juniors solid vision ar stuff is 'very soft like a sponge' why the hell is all of it not like that?? its fine for anyone over like 13 to get injured dueling ig! lmao!

-omg masumi being like 'tf are u talking abt shun has always been on our team' GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS MOMENT LMAOO (or some level of brainwashing, who knows, it IS yugioh)

-its refreshing to see some good parents in ygo who are involved for once, lol, all the kids parents there to watch them duel and cheer them on is sweet!

-layra is like. Deeply Traumatized and just seeing the councilwomen sends them into a PANIC I need to run into traffic to protect them (the subs call them a boy but?? quick google says girl so for NOW I'm being neutral w pronouns until further confirmation from the show ig) they were up there with reiji earlier too! tf are u making a traumatized child duel for dude! losing favor points with me very quickly reiji. putting ppl into cards is nbd but traumatizing kids? no. gotta draw the line somewhere man

-ayu's deck is aquarium themed!!! my god thats SO cute all the kids have rly cute themes. but she forgot she cant attack on turn one…girlie thats the basics…(everyone was cheering her on for the mistakes and encouraging her which is sweet tho)

-then its extra sad when ayu loses and still has ppl comforting her and being sweet and layra having NO ONE ???? EXCEPT REIJI WHO JUST OFFERS (1) HEADPAT. also 'niisama' yeah I expected as much, ygo rival Standard. give ur sib a HUG or something. (maybe theyre touch adverse, I dont know. they do seem. Deeply Traumatized sjfkjnkh)

-lmaooo sora and yuzus friendship Continues to grow on me. his pic of her in his contacts is her smacking yuya with her fan! and she calls him to be like 'YOU BETTER COME ROOT FOR ME OR ELSE' i love how she combats his very wishy washy noncommittal attitude…he says its bc hes her teacher but cmon u guys are friends, prob more than anyone shes soras friend fr by now right?

-YESSS YUZU MASUMI DUEL theyre both doing great I LOVE their dynamic in my mind THIS is what a ygo protag and rival should feel like (sorry to reiji, but he just doesnt feel rival-y enough yet to me!! cannot even explain it) the gay instinct to have a rival. the whole 'im better than you' attitude, the fiery competitiveness…wanting to prove them wrong, the thinking abt them so much u can predict their moves..its SO spicy. then the giving of the red rose card after getting saved by yuzu…masumi? are u perhaps. fellow gay?

-despite all of my efforts sora is growing on me. hes SUCH a brat and is honest about it (and doesnt rly do the whole fake cutesty thing as much as Id expected he would) I think hes actually been as honest as he can, maybe? like I assume theres a good reason he hasnt told the others hes..involved in some kind of?? inter-dimensional battle?? situation??? Im not entirely sure I think hes gonna be a full out traitor or anything, but the others will prob be upset when they find out he's been withholding info…but I 100% think hes some kind of child soldier who BELIEVES his side is right, just like im sure shun feels real justified sealing ppl into cards! (and unlike shun we havent SEEN sora DO anything bad yet. I just kinda think he HAS based on his deck being so creepycute and him not being straightforward, but again, him continuously asking if he was even allowed to be teachign yuzu stuff makes me think hes taking orders from..someone...) him so mad shun didnt stick around to see yuzu's duel was so funny. I dont WANT him and yuzu's silly lil friendship to end! im attached now! even tho I KNOWWW hes sus! :(

-in the crowd you can see ppl wearing cute duel monster accessories, like one girl had a dark magician girl headband/visor thing! very cute, wish we saw more things like that. in pokemon anime they do that a lot and its always such a delight…I want more duel monster cosplay moments! or references in charas outfits!

-ok yuya being the damsel during gongenzakas duel while yuzu is the one yelling, telling gon not to worry is……furthering my idea that yuzu is main chara and yuya is in the position of side character of different gender than main character (who is often a damsel or person to worry over the most). hes the anzu/kotori of the show. to me. JKJSDH (also, gongenzaka, is perfectly nice and fine but its so hard for me to care deeply about him aaaahg even with the episodes centered around him…hes so straightforward and steady, tho. good for him.)

-….the guy who gongenzaka's dueling should be disqualified. he had his goons try and jump yuya! god why isnt he automatically disqualified! doesnt the broadcast pick up audio?? he like, admits to it!

-....is shingo supposed to be yuya's rival actually, instead of reiji? ...he doesnt feel like a rival either though!!! or if he is it feels one-sided!!! yuzu was more ready to fight him than yuya was!!! jkahjkf anyway that duel is up next episode which I wont start tonight...but I'm excited to see more shingo. bc I think despite his best attempts at being a threat hes super silly actually...

[gryp3978]

@fleetway-super-sonic yes I have anger issues as you've probably noticed, now im not trying to get off topic but, my boiling point at times would greatly resemble these two people, note two are fictional characters and the other's a real person, Martin riggs from lethal weapon, Harry Potter, and Jessie Ridgway from the channel mcjuggernuggets, they get angry too and won't take no shit from anyone, and ive been around lots of angry people who always reprimand me, especially my dad who had lots of anger issues when i was a kid as well, and ive been around lots of people who bully me and it would be really swell if you didn't give me a reason to add you to the list. And for the last time stop calling me names! I don't call you names, so don't call me names, or say any vulgar shit like that. Show some respect.

@fleetway-super-sonic 1, Do NOT! call me a Cockwaffle, and do not tell me such vulgar insults like "go jack off to fucking werewolf porn", that is very disrespectful, and inmature, you're 32 years old, you are the one who needs to get a life, did i speak to you like that when i tried apologizing? I dont think so. and 2 the real reason why I'm saying your being irrational was not because of you telling me to leave you alone, but because I had already apologized and admitted it was wrong for me to wine about that stupid character shit, let me make this very plain to you, I realized at a certain point that I had gone too far, and after I tried letting it go, you didn't give me a chance to let me speak, and you misinterpreted my response and thought I was intentionally being rude, then nomatter what response I gave you, nice or stern, you pushed me away each time, I only got angry at you because you keep antagonizing me, I left you alone for a whole fucking month to give you some space before apologizing, how many times to I have to point that out to you? Your not even acknowledging that, nor are you admitting your wrongs. and don't think for once that I don't respect your boundaries I tried responding to the last message you sent to me around the beginning or mid of May, I tried responding immediately to it in the comment bar on that account and yes the others as well, but my responses kept dissapearing on both tumblr and YouTube, so i had absolutely no idea if they even reached you, if they happened to be the same exact messages on the other accounts i made, its because i had no idea you even saw them, I dont know if you muted me or something, but they kept disapearing, and i dont know how tumblr works, im more used to twitter. I've had conflict with other people before, i know you don't care but im just gonna share this anyway, one person who I used to be friends with, was once as angry at me as you are now, over a misunderstanding and they said that they didn't want to talk to me anymore, and blocked my phone number as well, and you know what I did, I left them alone for 3 months, and I wrote a sincere appology letter to them and explained that I never intended to hurt their feelings, and gave it to someone who keeps in touch with them, I got a response back, and do you know what they said? They forgave me. Now as for trying to reach out to you on YouTube, I was trying to give a more calm approach so I simply sent a short "I'm sorry, can we talk?" Message, but it dissapeared, I am only calling you out because you fucking escalated the conversation, I wouldn't have gotten mad at you, if you didn't Start calling me names and saying my behavior is laughable, especially when I simply wanted to apologize, I'm sorry if i unintentionally harrased you, I wish you would just simply apologize for the way you spoke to me, and i simply wish you'd let us talk this out as mature adults, in a way where we're either not pissed off at each other or cussing each other out, seriously to accuse me of threatening you, and giving me inmature insults, all because of some stupid character bullshit you wont let me live down is absolutely stupid, i will not contact you anymore, but simply stop antagonizing me, I will not post any YouTube videos about you, so long as you apologize, admit your mistakes like I did and stop telling everyone that I'm the bad guy, I go to therapy regularly, don't think I don't, and I've definitely told this to people at work who have these issues with social media as well, and yes when I told a friend on mine about the gaslighing thing you said to me, they said that your the one who's doing it to me just by saying it.