#it changes hands all the time too would be my guess - Five doesn't get why Simon befriends them either

[blueicequeen19]

Late

Warnings: horny dad JJ - unprotected sex

I throw the last of the breakfast leftovers in the trash just as JJ walks in from taking the kids to the bus. I pause as I look at him, seeing that familiar glint in his eye along with a knowing smirk as he slips his shoes off then his shirt.

"No. I am late." I say firmly, rinsing out the sink. JJ comes up behind me, his erection prominent against my ass through his cargo shorts.

"What's five more minutes?" JJ murmurs seductively, untying my scrub pants.

"No, no, no! Absolutely not." I shake my head, shutting the water off and reaching for a towel to dry my hands. His warm hand slides into the waistband of my scrubs, his fingers brushing over my clit through my panties. A zing of pleasure shoots through me but I ignore it even as I feel myself grow wet.

"Come one, mama. I know you want it." JJ continues to stroke my clit, making my body tighten with need. I grip the edge of the sink until my knuckles are white, trying to resist.

"We don't have time, JJ!" I insist, attempting to free his hand but he doesn't budge, running his nose along my neck. My body erupts in goosebumps and I shudder.

"I don't need long. I'm a quick shot." I snort, rolling my eyes just as his hand slips in my panties.

"You're going to get me fired." I hiss, his skilled fingers sliding through my slit and gathering my wetness before massaging my clit. My knees start to shake with my resistance.

"Good. I'd rather have access to you at all hours of the day." JJ's tongue meets the side of my neck and I fight to keep my eyes open, his teasing becoming too much.

"We already have four kids. We don't need a soccer team." I growl, trying to maintain my composure.

"We'll get a bus. I know a guy." He nibbles my ear, careful of my earrings, as his hand dips lower, circling my entrance but never penetrating as his palm presses to my clit.

"JJ, please." I rasp, trying to clamp my legs shut but it doesn't stop him. I was so weak when it came to him. If I really wanted him to stop, he would. And he knew that.

"Please, what? Do you want me to stop? I thought you were trying to tell me no?" He whispers in my ear, moving his fingers back to my clit. I was going to have to change my panties. "Do you want my fingers in your pussy?" His voice is lower, thick with lust and I whimper.

"I'm late, baby." I mumble, pressing my ass into the rod in his shorts without thinking. My body knew what it needed.

"What's five more minutes?" He dips the tip of one finger inside me and my knees threaten to buckle.

"No, I'm late. Like my period is late." My heart sinks as I wait for his reaction but he never gives one. I feel him smirk against my neck before he kisses my racing pulse point, still holding the tip of his finger inside me.

"We better buy that bus then."

"JJ Maybank." I scold but there's no anger even as I sigh with frustration. "Five kids. Five." He suddenly pulls away and I almost whimper from the loss but then he's yanking my pants and panties down my legs and sitting me on the counter. I hear the clink of his belt and his shorts end up around his ankles.

This is why I tried to keep my back to him. Once I looked at him, from that handsome face, the dimple in his cheek, those piercing blue eyes and right down to what bobbed between his legs, I knew I'd cave.

"We're already out numbered. What's one more?" His eyes shimmer with happiness and I shake my head, fighting back tears as he pulls me to the edge of the counter.

"JJ." I groan, watching as he runs his cock up and down my soaked slit.

"We need another girl. Our daughter is out numbered." He slaps my clit with the head of his dick and I gasp, my body jerking.

"Five kids." I pant, on the edge of insanity as he keeps teasing me.

"I guess this means I don't have to pull out for the next 8-9 months." He smirks, glancing at me under the hair hanging in his eyes and I huff a laugh.

"Your pull out game is weak. How do you think we got here?" I reach for his dick to force it inside me but he swats my hand away then slaps my clit. I bite my bottom lip, glaring at him.

"You know my favorite pie is creampie." He leans in for a kiss but I stick my chin out, not letting him. He bites me playfully, not haulting his teasing with his cock.

"What's wrong baby? Is there something you want?" He murmurs, trailing his lips down my throat and I shudder, my nails biting into his shoulders. My clit was throbbing painfully and my heart was racing. I was so horny I could die.

"You tease me then expect me to beg?" I bite out, turning my head when he leans in for another kiss. He fists the back of my hair, yanking my hair free from the hair tie and making his own makeshift ponytail. JJ yanks me forward, keeping us nose to nose. I pull my lips back between my teeth as he eyes them hungrily. He didn't like being denied kisses. The man's love language was physical touch.

"Beg or I'll leave you like this." JJ growls, the head of his cock meeting my entrance and my hips buck. A whimper escapes me and I plead with my eyes.

"You wouldn't." I whisper breathlessly. I could hardly think with the head just barely inside me.

"I would. Then you'd spend all day at work, come home and have to wait until all the kids are in bed and hope none of them decide they want to sleep with us. Because then you wouldn't get any relief until tomorrow. Maybe even this weekend." His threat hangs over me and I growl in frustration. "Beg and I'll give you what you want." His voice lowers to a whisper, his mouth trailing over my cheek and to my ear, giving me chills.

"I'll fuck you hard and fast, just how you like. I'll make sure you can hardly walk today." I clench around his tip and he feels it, growling low in his throat. I couldn't take it.

"Please, JJ. I need it. I need to feel you. Please, fuck me." The words end on a moan as he pushes in slowly, filling me up nice and deep with a satisfied smirk. My pussy contracts around him, my body tightening and sucking him in as tingles race down my spine and to my toes. JJ doesn't release his grip on my hair as he brings my lips to his as he starts to fuck me. I'm already on the edge, my body already bursting at the seams from his teasing. I was so sensitive and so close that tears filled my eyes. I suck his tongue into my mouth and he moans loudly, signaling my release.

I scream against his lips, digging my nails into his back as the wave crashes into me so hard I can't breathe as it drags me down. One arm wraps around my waist, holding me in place as he fucks me harder and harder, throwing me into another orgasm before I can recover from the first.

"JJ, oh god, JJ." I cry out, burying my face against his shoulder and biting down. He grunts, shoving my legs further apart as he fucks me.

"Yes, yes, yes." I chant, another wave hitting me and stealing the air from my lungs. My entire body tightens and grows stiff as I cum and I feel the moment he reaches his own release. His movements grow harsh and sloppy for a moment before warmth gushes between my legs then he slows, all but collapsing against me with a deep groan. We cling to each other as we fight to catch our breath, his cock still hard and buried inside me. He was insatiable.

"Baby number six, huh?" He laughs, pulling back enough to look down at the mess between my thighs.

"That's not how that works genius." I can't help but laugh, pushing at his chest even as he pulls me in for another kiss. I wrap my arms and legs aruond him, clinging to him as we make out like teenagers. He finally breaks the kiss, pulling away with a charming smile.

"Come on, you're late for work. Stop coming on to me." I roll my eyes to the ceiling.

He was something else if not perfect.

[generalkenobee]

Hello lovely! Two things: 1. GOOD LUCK SHIFTING I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT. 2. Might I send in a little request? If so; Obi-Wan and Reader are both Jedi masters on the council. They just so happen to be trying to meditate together when they begin reading each other's thoughts on accident... smut ensues?

Whether you do this request or not, just know I appreciate you and everything you create -🦇 anon

Your thoughts are extremely loud

Omgggg-

I have the biggest thing for mind reading-

You're literally the sweetest

Warnings: SMUT, inappropriate use of the force, language, pnv penetration, FEM! reader, let me know if I missed anything 🩷

Obi Wan sat across from you, his breathing was level, his face was relaxed, and his thoughts we concentrated. You knew this because every once in a while you would peek your eyes open and look over to him.

"(Y/N)" he said when you opened your eyes to peek at him "sorry.." you let out a sigh. meditation was your thing! You were always so content and focused however ,you'd never done it with another member of the council

"something bothering you?" Obi Wan questioned with his eyes still closed

You've learned from past experiences that it's better to be honest with your peers, that's the Jedi way "it's just that I'm having a hard time.. relaxing I guess?"

"be cautious of your thoughts (Y/N), just because I'm here doesn't mean you can't meditate" how did he know that?

"Obi Wan! What have I told you about getting in my head? I have private things in there" You opened your eyes completely and stood up. You weren't actually that upset, more scared that he would find your hidden fantasies.

"I'm gonna go train. Meditation isn't working.. maybe swinging a lightsaber around will"

---

You faced the large rock with your ignited saber in hand thinking about what you wanted to do. You went with sokan, sokan was developed by Jedi during the great sith war..it felt right.

The glow of your (L/C) saber grazed over the rock before you yelled and ran at it with full five attacking

"Y/N), I know you're having the time of your life slashing the holy hell out of that rock, and also- why a rock? You have PLENTY of sparring partners in there"

You rolled your eyes "I need to be alone" and you did. You needed to think about all of your emotions, because you didn't want to love obi wan, you just wanted to make a legacy, a change, help people. Falling in love wasn't helpful for a jedi.

"you know talking about things like this can help"

"you don't know what's wrong so how could you help, you don't know what I think about"

"actually I do" obi wan walked over to you and you pressed the small red button on your saber to retract the blade.

"what are you talking about?"

"oh maker I want to get dicked down by him so bad right now, like for real-"

Obi Wan had said to you exactly what you thought while meditating earlier "Obi Wan.."

"I would let him do anything to me" he looked down to you and smirked "your thoughts are extremely loud"

---

The big chrome door slid shut while Obi Wan pushed you down to his bed. Your hands immediately flew up to your robes sliding them off while he did the same

"Obi Wan please.." that was all he needed to use the force. He slightly drew a long stripe from where his cock was slamming into you up to your sensitive clit

"let me in honey" and you did. Whenever a force user has sex it's amazing..you felt like Obi Wan was a part of you and you felt as you were a part of him. "Shit, s'so tight..I'm gonna" you looked up at Obi Wan with pleading eyes "m-me too..."

I KNOW THE SMUT WAS SHIRT BUT I HAVEN'T WRITTEN AN ACTUAL STORY IN A WHILE😭

[multifandom-aroace]

Gwen's wardrobe in season five makes me sad. (I'm not the best at analysing but please bear with me)

Partly it is the fact that it just doesn't look like something she would wear. Like I get that she looks good. She doesn't look out of place in any way, but her clothes just don't suit her.

obviously she looks regal and beautifully. she looks like a queen, but she doesn't look like gwen.

I understand that what she wore before wasn't exactly what a queen should be wearing, but it feels like in costume design they went a bit too far in the opposite direction. all the colours are too dark, the details don't really fit with her personality. her costumes throughout the show are all relatively similar but once she becomes queen it feels like she changes completely. this probably reflects how her personality changes, which I also don't like. you would think that since she wasn't raised in nobility she would be fair and kind, not willing to kill a servant girl just because she overheard a conversation. it feels like they set it up from the beginning of the season for us to dislike her.

when I think of guinevere I think of costumes like these

these flower corsets are some of my favourite things she wears, and she could have worn something similar when she was queen.

I started thinking, in terms of the show, about why she might have changed her costume design so much and then I thought it might have something to do with respect. swen was a servant turned queen, and probably a lot of the people of camelot wouldn't have liked this much. you know, tradition and shit. so she probably drew inspiration from the other nobility she knew and decided to dress like that. for example, a lot of what she wears is similar to what Morgana wore.

like, obviously thay aren't exactly the same but it feels like there is definitely inspiration here.

this is probably because Morgana was respected (obviously before she because evil).

a lot of the female nobility/royalty clothing we see from camelot and the other kingdoms is Morgana, although we also see this from other visiting people, such as vivian, mithian and elena.

(best picture I could find of her full dress)

obviously elena is wearing a wedding dress here but she is literally marrying Arthur (who gwen married which is why she started wearing these clothes in the first place), and we can see that this colour and style is available to her class.

mithian and vivian are both wearing lighter, more delicate styles, and I get that these aren't anything I could see gwen wearing either but it's definitely closer than what she's actually wears. need I remind you that mithian was supposed to marry Arthur as well?

one thing I could find that is similar is literally gwen's coronation dress. while not exactly the same, it does seem very similar to somathing Morgana wore when she became queen

I feel like the purple and the gold colour scheme seem quite similar, as well as the sleeves and the general embroidered decorations.

I do also feel like this might be the most similar to gwen's original style that she goes in terms of her costumes as queen. it's a lighter colour and the gold decorations feels less heavy than when it is mixed with a darker fabric. this dress is more silky and delicate, rather than one of the first things she wears in season 5

the gold appears to be maybe a darker shade of gold especially when mixed with the maroon colour of the dress. this dress is clearly perfect for a queen, but it just doesn't feel like gwen. (not necessarily connected to Morgana jsut another point)

i guess what she was trying to do was remind the people of camelot that she was to be respected, and she knew how much people had loved Morgana. vivian and elena, on the other hand, were not. they were only in camelot for a short time but in that time they didn't really get people to like them. vivian was rude and elena was a bit 'weird' to them (not sure how else to describe their reactions to her). gwen didn't even meet mithian because she was in exile (another reason she needed people to respect her), so Morgana was the best person to take inspiration from.

the connection to morgana's outfits could also represent the connection between them later in the season and when gwen is under her control

overall, I think they did gwen dirty in the final season and she definitely deserved better.

[seravphs]

losing faith —

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — SUNA x FEM READER

You and Suna reminisce on your adulthoods.

wc — 1k

tags — angst about everything but each other, Suna and you comfort each other

"What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Kita's getting married," you both say in perfect unison.

That breaks the awkward tension of Suna finding you crying your eyes out at a random bar in Hyogo. He sits down at your booth as if you haven't been zero contact with each other for five years.

"Didn't you have a crush on him in high school?"

"Suna, honest to god, what is wrong with you?" You snap.

He lifts his hands defensively. "Well, didn't you?"

"Even if I did, why would you ask me that right after we acknowledged that he's getting married?"

Suna makes a face like he's suddenly come face to face with his own insensitivity and doesn't like it. You suppose it's an easy slip up for him. He was always easygoing, even in high school, and he seems like the type to be able to pick up right where he left off. You wouldn't know, since you haven't talked to him, but you can imagine him acting like nothing's changed.

"It's fine," you tell him before he can apologize. "I don't have a crush on him anymore."

He makes a doubtful face. "You were really obsessed with him in high school. Remember when you made me sneak chocolates into his locker?"

"That was more than ten years ago," you laugh, secretly touched he remembers. You're warmed by the memory of him actually agreeing to do it, even though he got caught. "I'm over it."

"So what's this about?"

"I guess I'm just a little sad about marriage in general. Kita's always been the best of us, you know-"

"Understatement," he snorts.

"I feel like I'm behind."

"Oh, me too. In general, right?"

"I just broke up with my ex."

He gives you a piercing look. It makes you uncomfortable, like he's forcibly trying to peel back the layers of all the ways you've changed since he's last seen you.

"There's plenty of fish in the sea. You're a pretty girl, what are you worried about? You'll find someone eventually."

It's too soon after just meeting him again to tell him what you really think, that you're broken. That you're unlovable. That you just passed your thirtieth birthday, and you haven't been able to keep a partner for more than two years. Instead, you redirect the conversation towards him.

"What about you? What are you trying to distract yourself from?"

"Got scouted for the national team again," Suna says.

"Fuck you."

Halfway through lifting his glass to his lips, he gives you an affronted look. "What for?"

"You tried to make me feel like we were comrades! Whole time I'm crying about my wasted life and you're at the pinnacle of success for you career. Fuck you for making me feel like you understood."

You're half joking, half not. It sucks to scroll past your Instagram feed and see Atsumu jetting across the world or Osamu's third restaurant opening while you can't figure out what you're going to make for dinner that night. Suna's life is also a sore spot for you, in that way. It's hard not to compare yourself to them.

Suna rolls his eyes. "If you let me finish, I was going to say that I'm thinking about turning it down."

You're too shocked to remember you're thirty, not thirteen. You reach across the table and slap Suna across the shoulder lately, like the old friends you could have been if you kept in touch. Or like the friends you had been, the specter of the past reanimating itself through you.

"You can't! You've always wanted to play on the national team. Suna, that's your dream! Do you know how many people would kill for that opportunity?"

"Mama really wants grandkids," he says, playing with the napkin on the table. "I want to give her that before she goes. She wants to see me settle down with a nice girl, and I can't do that if I spend all my time on the court."

"But your career..."

Adulthood feels like heartbreak after heartbreak. Not just yours, but Suna's too. Every story you hear from your friends feels personal, because it is. Those same sorrows will come for you soon enough. They come for everyone.

The worst of it is knowing that you aren't special. That every single generation has experienced this pain. That your misery is monotonous and tedious and overdone. It doesn't mean anything. It's just painful for the sake of it.

"You don't have to give up on nationals," you say. "Is there nothing else you can do?"

Even saying the words, you feel awkward and stupid. You're sure Suna has already calculated every possible scenario that would let him keep playing. He loves the sport more than you can understand, after all.

"I'm kinda resigned to it, honestly," he says, so you immediately think he's lying and he's actually not resigned to at all. "It was going to happen eventually."

"Me too," you tell him. You've felt this way for a while, aching for the dreams that were once in the palm of your teenage hand, and are now impossibly out of reach. "I've been feeling this way for a while."

"Yeah," Suna agrees, a wry twist to his smile. "See, I knew we understood each other."

"It's a shame," he says, his head lolling against the cheap plastic of the table. You want to tell him to get up, that his hair will get sticky with the residue of the cheap beer every other miserable bastard has spilled here. How many other sob stories have been shared over this table? "I was just starting to feel like I was getting somewhere in life."

You had felt that way, too. Potential is always, in the end, just an empty promise. The older you get, the more you can feel all of the different futures you could've had slipping away from you.

Suna clinks his glass against yours, even though he can barely keep his head up now.

"Cheers to what could have been."

[dairy-farmer]

I call this the Highlander Au! >:Dc There can Be Only One! (Unless he REALLY enjoys the process and the world stops going to shit for like... FIVE god damned minutes!) (The second is sadly unlikely)

Tim? Fully Cis gendered male. Not terribly ATTACHED to this, physically, but certainly identifies as Male and has a male body.

Maybe it's been all the near misses. The "all my friends fuckin DIED on my and I mentally spiraled like you wouldn't believe". Could be him finally reclaiming his life. Or yet another horrible mental spiral. Who knows!

But he's decided.

He wants to be a Dad. *sound of various Bats choking and/or dropping things*

Is even seeing anybody? Nope. How the FUCK is he gonna get a baby?! Oh, normal, Bat Paranoid fashion. Cloning tube. Same way Damian happened. He just needs to figure out the maternal DNA and he's golden. Figure out where to hide his tech to stop Villainous Baby Snatching Plots.

Because that's a very real concern.

No you can't talk him out of this. Timmy want himself a baby. Is already designing a nursery and studying child development books. Parenting manuals, getting those little animal onsies, lazer death grids to ward of Ra's ninjas. The works.

Bruce is off to the side, quietly having an aneurysm and choking to death on his own spit. Baby boy? Fatherhood? OFFSPRING!? Alone and not going to LET HIM HELP!? But why would he help!? Bad idea! But. But he needs to BE THERE to TAKE CARE of TIM and the future BABY! Aaaaaaaaa-!!!!!

It's a... "Fun" time. Dick is nearing a nervous breakdown. Bruce not far behind. Damians having Feelings(tm).

Then! At a Wayne Charity Event(tm)? Small glowing child. Looks alien. Is getting upset. People backing away IN A HURRY because they just watched this child WARP REALITY to turn the nearest table into candy.

Tim is there as the face of the family. A hero. Already feeling generally Paternal. Upset baby is Bad. So he goes in, dispite clear protests. Gets low and talks soothing.

But the alien Wants Her MOMMY!

And? Oh. Well there goes the protective amulets JLA Dark made for him. Now he's in an alien dress and? Very much no longer Cis. Guess he would have and DID inherent from his dad's side of the family, no boobs. Tiny. At least he got his mom's killer legs.

And the kiddo isn't scared any more. Since he "looks like mommy".

Except not even remotely, because she warps into being an HOUR later, looking for her daughter and is made of pure light. Thanks him. Doesn't FIX anything. And just leaves. Gee, thanks lady.

There were REPORTERS there. Tim Drake has tits now. Front page news. Great. Ra's is GOING to know and get WEIRD about it.

Tim shrugs. Off to Leslie we go, though. Check up time!

Yep. Full lady bits action. And, hey! Shiny new spleen! So that's nice.

It DOES change his plan though. He didn't, you know, collect any "samples" yet. But? Does... does he NEED too? He COULD concoct a story of "rich person hires mystic to get penis back" after going and getting magiced back.... OR?

He could have someone put a baby in him! *simultaneous Bat Choking Noises*

MUCH easier to defend. THEN he could be changed back, after the baby is weaned. The problem is who to trust? Ra's is ABSOLUTELY going to do everything in his power to get his seed inside Tim new puss. So a seed bank is out. And-

*hands slam on the table*

Obviously! We can't trust anyone outside this house! Villian plots and Ra's specifically! Bat paranoia! W-we will just have to make this sacrifice for you!

.....Weirdly intense, but okay.

Objection! Says Tim's newly no longer Dead team mates. Tim tried to CLONE Kon! OBVIOUSLY it should be Kon! And Bart! Bro Threesome! Let nature decide! (Then kid number 2 is the other Bro, is only FAIR)

ALSO a good point. He did have that promise, if one of them ever got turned into a girl. And a Kon baby WOULD be nice...

Shit! Grayson pulls "last of my legacy and I have so much to make up for" cards!

Is betrayed by his OWN FATHER (Bruce! How COULD YOU!?) Who plays "you saved me from the time steam and nearly died for me, let me help(emotional)" to devastating effect!

Cheating! Howls the Speedster! You're CHEATING!!!

And Tim stands there... kinda confused but finding he's actually Really In To This as people argue over how much THEY want to be the one to put a baby in him? He's never felt this badly WANTED. Desired.

He may not want to go through the whole "actually carrying a baby for 9 months then pushing one out" thing more then once.... but the fighting over him thing? This might be awaking something.

And, well, Kon already made a good point. Why try to control it? Let nature decide~

Everyone can help.

The argument stops dead. For all of the seconds before "who goes first?" Occurs to everyone.

Sadly for THEM, Bruce is a bastard willing to play dirty to get what he wants. And his house his rules. He goes first. After all, he no doubt smirks, none of THEM have the... experience, to handle a virgin properly.

He refuses to allow Tim hurt on his watch.

Got it? Good talk. Tim, with him.

Which is what leads to Tim clawing at the bed and begging like his life depends on it, soaked in sweat, hours later. As Bruce STILL gently, teasingly, RUTHLESSLY eats him out. Puddles worth of lube ruining the sheets and easing his way, as he works calloused fingers DEEP to find spots Tim didn't know he had yet. As they rub and tease and fuck against those spots so relentlessly it feels like Tim's coming apart.

He didn't even know he could MAKE half these noises.

His hole is so wet and sloppy, it's like it's given up. Like his body can do nothing but quiver and twitch under Bruce's hands. Given how big he is? Probably the point. Because he crawls up to loom over Tim like a giant. Presses kisses to his whimpering, sweaty face. And rocks into his exhausted body, filling every inch of him.

It doesn't even hurt. Something that big probably SHOULD for his first time, but Bruce isn't a legendary playboy for nothing. And it just fills and Fills and FILLS. Rubs against everything in a way that makes his toes curl. Makes him want to gasp and cling, even though he's so exhausted.

Bruce just shooshes him. Pulls him close. He won't have to do a thing. He can just cling to Bruce and feel good. Bruce is here. He's got you.

And it's the best thing Tim's ever felt. Forget masturbation, sex is AMAZING. Bruce rocking then thrusting then pounding into his body. Holding tight like something precious. Hammering his good spots still he sees stars. Til he's nearly sobbing, hiccuping, from how good it feels to have his insides all messed up.

Bruce fills him up. All gooey and warm. Picks him up and carries him to a clean bed to get wiped down and tucked in. Cleans up then joins him. Fills him back up and tucks him close. He feels boneless and precious. Sleeps like the dead.

Discovers sex with a puss is AWESOME.

Next morning, he's barely out of Bruce's room before Dick is scooping him up and dragging him into his room. Almost franticly bending him in half as he presses him to the bed, kissing the air out of him. Holding his face as he whispers filthy praise into his lips. Hips relentless as they slam home, pounding at just the right angle.

Like he's trying to make for YEARS of mistakes by pouring it all into pleasure NOW. Clinging tight and trying to fry Tim's brain with how good he can make him feel. Dick buries his faces against Tim's neck and rutts like he's making up for lost time. Fucking Tim through orgasms, spilling again and again, like he's determined to drain his balls dry and wring every last bit of pleasure he CAN out of Tim's exhausted body.

Tim has to threaten to hit him with an alarm clock to let him up. Tim wants LUNCH damn it. They missed breakfast. By a LOT.

But then work calls. Damn it. So he has to get dressed. Double damn it. And he does it, but refuses to be pleased about it. Resolves things. Even gets ahead on work. Only for DAMIAN to walk stiffly into his office. Sus.

The gremlin hands him a frankly VERY well put together report on why he, Damian AL Ghul... should be allowed to fuck a baby into Tim. He has brought along a slide show and genealogical report.

.......Explain.

Damian does. He REALIZED some things about himself. When Tim was discussing becoming a Father. Using the same method as he, himself, was created. Went through a whole "go to the Kent farm and have a life change adventure" character growth arc, as you do. And? Now realizing that he potentially COULD be DIRECTLY involved in the Hypothetical Child's life instead of as an uncle?

He wants in. They could be glorious, combined. AND he firmly believes Tim will be a magnificent Mother. Let him Father your child.

It's a bad idea. Tim knows this. He literally JUST slept with Bruce yesterday and nothing good comes from sleeping with AL Ghul's. They Obsess. But? Fuck it. Maybe THIS is the thing that finally stops the Tim-Gremlin cold war and bring peace to house Wayne once and for all. He unbuckles his belt. Walks over to his resting room.

And Tim KNOWS, even as he's being urgently fucked into the fold out bed, that this is an AWFUL idea. No way in HELL, from the desperate and sloppy thrusts, clinging, panting and whines, is this NOT Damian's first time. He's utterly undone.

Pounding load after load into Tim because it feels too good to stop. All enthusiasm and no skill. Half the pleasure Tim's even GETTING is his own hand, relentlessly teasing his own clit. But? Oh. The feeling of being wanted so BADLY. Of cum, gushing and gushing into him. Knowing it's HIS hole that's so good, it's driving Damian incoherent.

He feels... sexy. It DEFINITELY does something for him. He may not be able to go back. Could see himself enjoying being a milf.

But of course. Business hours end. And he PROMISED! Is swept up by Bart for their threesome. Which, after several rounds and untold loads of near-no-refractary-period speedster cum dumped inside him? Is kinda spotty, in his memory.

All he knows for certain is he wakes up to his sheepish best friends, "Sorry we fucked you unconscious repeatedly" bribes, no voice, and a warm bath. He's also plugged up and FULL full of that premium speedster/half-kryptonian blend cum, because apparently his friend intend to WIN and nothing says victory like overwhelming odds. He'd call them fuckers, but they ARE and hold no remorse. He can't move.

Carry him you bastards.

When he asks where Cassie is, he learns she's apparently trying to harrass the magic users into a making her a temporary "turn me into a dude" amulet. Both as a gift AND so she can join the race for Father Of Tim's Baby. Huh. Interesting new options.

Obviously, throughout ALL of this, ninjas. Because Ra's has never wanted to smash so hard in his LIFE.

Instead, Tim is out here, on Jason's shitty couch. Getting lifted up and slammed down onto his cock. Called baby girl. Princess. Jason's never been harder. Already planning their kids graduation dinner and baby number three.

Tim feeling precious and taken care of and DESIRED. Like the young adult with a first shitty apartment he never got to be. Something so close to normal. Put a baby in him. Fuck him like you love him, like they do this every Saturday night, then eat pizza and watch trash TV. Fill him up.

And if course~ it's a VICIOUS game of Fuck The Tim keep away, up until one day he starts to show. Then Everyone is loving and coddling and in a "No I Am The Father" cold war. The birth is a nightmare, because Tim is slender and more scar tissue then not. But?

Adorable quarter-Kryptonian! With the biggest blue eyes and Tim's porcelain doll face.

Tim is NOT doing that again. Ffffffuck giving birth. And being pregnant! Granted, the EARLY part? He loved. He glowed. Getting pregnant was AWESOME. But later stages? God awful. Clone tube babies from here on out.

Absolute Devastation in the Tom Fucking Community. Babe no! You can't MEAN IT!

Woah, hey! He never said he'd STOP. "Getting Pregnant" is very, VERY enjoyable. He's just refusing to carry SHIT. Birth control for HIM. Scooping that slurry of "leave it up to Nature" out and storing it. Now... Kon stop being smug and hold your son.

-🐼🐼🐼

😭😭😭 tim getting everyone to come to dinner and they all think it was alfred and are like 'this was a great idea alfred! we should all get together like this more often' only for tim to cough and say well actually i called you all here, i figured you all deserved a heads up since i'm going to be undergoing some serious life changes. everyone's confused and then tim says he's going to have a baby.

immediate panic and some disappointment from bruce because he thinks this is a teen pregnancy and he expected better from tim only for tim to have to yell to interrupt everyone and say there is no 'girl', not yet anyway. he's just announcing that he's GOING to have a baby. they're not yet conceived and now the family is dealing with whiplash of how of course TIM would do something like this now they're sitting their listening to him talk about the ideal gene pool given tim's family has a history of mental issues and he's going into some very detailed things like nurseries and everyone just wants him to slow down because tim is still a kid!!! dick is older than him and even HE doesn't feel ready. so everyone is trying to talk tim out of it while tim insists he's ready, he's been going to a therapist for 11 months trying to deal with his issues so he COULD be ready to be a parent.

which of course baffles them even more because???? dick has been trying to get them all into therapist for years and tim just???? went??? on his own????

bruce is of course the least welcoming of tim's ideas of teen parenthood. because what about highschool, college? at least ONE of his kids has to go to college!

tim however says no, says his GED is more than enough.

bruce tries finding other angles, asking what if he just sets tim up with babysitting gigs? make him see kids aren't that great and tim just huffs and said he already did a bunch of babysitting and volunteering at the children's centers in gotham as part of his adoption application!

which ???? just stressed bruce out even more?! because tim had tried to adopt a baby first? but apparently got rejected because of his age, lack of partner, and lack of job which tim loudly says is unfair because bruce was in his 20s when he took in dick and HE hadn't had a partner or a job!

so the family is protesting, despertly trying to get tim to change his mind,,, then tim gets a womb and suddenly the protests die down VERY quick.

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

Hey there

What do you think of the show pulling a Philip J Fry on Alix as per Thomas’s Twitter? And how season 5 began with “thanks for saving our lives, now get the fuck out of reality”? Personally, I would have made the duo a trio and try to get all hands on deck

I thought it was super weird and didn't really understand the in-universe logic for why Alix needed to run away. I do get the meta logic, but we'll get to that in a bit. For now, let's focus on how the show tried to justify it. This is the dialogue when Alix gets her mission:

Ladybug: Once we have retrieved the Miraculous of time, you won't return it to me. You'll have to continue wearing it in order to protect it, until Monarch is defeated. Alix: Keep it? That means... Ladybug: (crestfallen) You won’t be able to return to this time right away.

Alix keeping the miraculous makes sense, but her not being able to return to her own time doesn't. What are they worried about that doesn't apply to Ladybug and Chat Noir, too? It's not like Alix's identity was outed at any point. The miraculous would have been perfectly safe in her pocket, so that's a terrible reason to send a 15-year-old girl wandering through time with no support system.

This oddness is not helped by Future Alix's presence in both this episode and Chat Blanc. It shows us that Future Alix can mess with the past for some reason, meaning that there's no reason for her past self to go on a solo mission. If things get too bad, then Future Alix can just come back to the past and fix it.

It would have made way more sense if future Alix wasn't a thing and if the rabbit was the one miraculous Monarch didn't get, leading Ladybug to give the rabbit to Alix for safe keeping. Alix would then offer to go back to the past and change things, but Ladybug would refuse and say, "You can't change your own past! But you can protect our future. Now that Monarch is so close to reaching his goal, I need my hero of last resort to make sure he doesn't win." Then Alix could either go off to monitor the time stream or Fluff could say that it was time to start Alix's training so she knew when a situation was dire enough that it was time to interfere, thereby implying that Alix might help, but wouldn't in most cases.

Of course, those fixes fall flat since Monarch does win, but I guess that's fine since neither version of Alix stopped it? Why the wish was fine, but Chat Blanc wasn't is beyond me.

This is the problem with introducing a time traveler to your show and not giving them clear rules that prevent them from helping. It fills the story with plot holes, which is the meta reason why Alix was shipped off. The writers quickly realized that the villain really couldn't have time travel powers, so they got the miraculous back to Ladybug and then removed it from play because they had no idea how to handle time travel given how badly they've mismanaged it so far.

Almost everything that happens in Evolution is there for a similar reason. Nothing about its plot makes sense and it seems obvious to me that the events of this episode are just a sloppily attempt to fix time-travel plot holes and to make season five's plot work even though it goes against established characterization.

For example, this episode sees Gabriel give up saving Emilie because he's too tempted by the idea of beating Ladybug. This makes no sense because Gabriel has never put defeating Ladybug above saving those he loves. He's actually given up potential victories when the cost to his loved ones was too high. It's not like the writers forgot about this trait either because they bring it back to "redeem" him in the final. If he hated Ladybug more than he loved Emilie, then the season couldn't end with him listening to Ladybug and changing his wish, so him choosing fighting Ladybug over saving Emilie at the start of the season makes no sense since his character supposedly gets worse as the season goes on.

This one-off sloppy change to his character was only there so that the writers could give Nathalie an excuse to no longer support Gabriel, which is really dumb because Nathalie doesn't see Gabriel pick Ladybug over Emilie. Given that Ladybug always wins no matter how clever Gabriel's plans are, it's straight up insane for Nathalie to assume that this time was any different. Just look at this dialogue, she has no idea what happened in the burrow! She just randomly assumes the worst after three seasons of blindly following him to the point where she is actively dying because of her blind faith in Gabriel:

Nathalie: (on-call) Gabriel, did it work? Gabriel: No, Ladybug tricked me! She stole the Time Miraculous from me! (Nathalie coughs from her sickness.) You have to help me! Come up with a new plan! Ladybug can’t get away with this! Nathalie: (on-call) You had the Time Miraculous. You could’ve chosen to save Emilie! You could’ve chosen to save me! (coughs) But instead, you chose your obsession with Ladybug and Cat Noir. You're insane, Gabriel! Gabriel: (stuttering and panicking) I-It’s not my fault! It was Ladybug!!

I'd like to take a moment to remind you that one of the times Gabriel gave up winning for the sake of a loved one was when he chose Nathalie over defeating Ladybug! Why is Nathalie so certain that he acted differently here???

Circling back to your terrific trio idea, while I do like the idea of there being a larger team (but not a team of 18), Alix is the last character I'd chose for that team. It's nothing against her character. I like Alix! The problem is that her power set is broken. If she was there, then we'd be asking why she doesn't just undo the events of the season four finale or use her powers to track down Monarch's identity because canon has failed to explain why those aren't options.

To be perfectly honest, I don't think that the time traveler we see should be one of the modern kids. It just introduces too many plot holes. I think Bunnyx should be someone from the past who is watching their own future and interfering based on very clear rules that leave them almost no room to help. I think it's fine if Alix is the holder who will follow this random person from the past, but we should never see future Alix and current Alix should never mess with current affairs. Which basically means that I'd never use the rabbit for an episode focused on Ladybug and Chat Noir. I'd use it for "filler" episodes that are just about Alix learning to use her powers, which is a pretty huge deviation from the show.

[maarrgarr]

The Unknown Heir

part five

masterlist of the Unknown Heir.

Gojo Satoru x fem! reader

Synopsis: The reader returns after being gone for two years and leaving her boyfriend, Satoru, without giving him a reason. But now she doesn't come back alone.

Warnings: English is not my first language, possible grammatical and spelling mistakes, some plot changes, angst.

N/a: When there are words in blue they mean flashbacks.

For several minutes, silence ruled the place. You and your former teacher just looked at each other, while Ryusei played with one of the dolls that had no cursed energy.

"Didn't that idiot Gojo take charge and that's why you ran away?", Yaga broke the silence and you quickly denied, "No, actually he doesn't know", "What do you mean he doesn't know?", "I never told him I was pregnant, let alone that I had his child". Silence reigned in the room again, although Masamichi didn't show much, you knew he wasn't happy with what you had told him. "Do you think it was the best decision to run away?" he asked you and you thought a little before answering, "At the time, it seemed to me the best option", "And now?". You didn't know what to answer, you had had your reasons for doing it, but you really didn't know if it had been the best choice. "I don't know". "Well, try to think about that, because when Gojo finds out, he's going to demand a reasonable answer from you. I guess you're going to tell him, right?" he asked you, "Yes, I just need time" you replied with a bit of insecurity, which he noticed, "Well, you'll be working next to him, and his son will be close to him and not talking about the great resemblance they have, so I don't know if you'll have a lot of time".

You knew you didn't have much time. if Gojo saw Ryusei, it was obvious that he would realize that he was also his son.

With Yaga you agreed that you would live there with Ryusei, but you told him that as soon as you got an apartment, you would move there, even though you would continue working at the school.

"Well, tomorrow I'll introduce you with the rest" he told you, "Okay, thanks Yaga-sensei" you thanked him with a smile, "Ryusei, let's go", you took your son's hand and both of you started to head to the exit, "Bye, bye" Ryu said goodbye waving his hand towards Masamichi. "Y/n" Yaga called out to you and you turned to look at him, "I'm glad you're okay" you smiled at him and walked out of there.

"His stuffed animals were cute" Ryusei told you, "They are not simple stuffed animals" you replied, "Why not?" he asked you and you sighed.

You had never talked to Ryusei about cursed energy, shamans or anything to do with that world. You felt it was too soon, though you also didn't want him to get to the age where he could already see the curses and not know anything about them.

"Because they have cursed energy" you replied, "Oh, and what's that?". You stopped in front of your bedroom door and opened it. "I'll tell you if you behave yourself", "I always behave well".

You knew that the rooms at school were big and only had one bed, so you had decided to bring Ryusei's bed too and luckily they had already put it there. You weren't sure if you were going to decorate the room much, for the simple fact that you didn't plan to live there.

You got down to your son's level and stroked his hair. "This will be our home temporarily, yes?" he just nodded. You were afraid the changes would affect Ryusei, but for now he seemed to take it well.

While you were arranging all the things in the room, night fell. You and Ryusei had dinner in the room and then he fell fast asleep. You, on the other hand, could not fall asleep. So you decided to go for a walk.

Every step you took through the long corridors was a memory of living there, memories of Suguru, Satoru, Ieiri and you being happy. It hurt your heart to see how time had passed and how things had changed for the worse. Until you arrived to that small bridge, the bridge where Satoru and you declared your love for each other.

"Even though you are a nuisance, I love you" he had told you, "Even if you are an arrogant, I love you too" you had replied, and then you kissed, becoming a couple.

A small tear rolled down your cheek, why had it all ended like this, didn't you deserve to be happy?

You felt someone approaching, so you wiped your tears and turned to see who it was. But, when you did, your heart started beating fast and nerves invaded your stomach.

"Y/n?".

[simpforpeterp]

blitzø and stolas angst!!!

Hello It’s Me

summary: Stolas craves monogamy and saving a certain side of himself for one person. Blitz is…well, Blitz.

warnings: angst angst and angst. oh yeah, and also a tiny bit of smut but that’s not the focus (it’s stolas and blitz what did you expect???)

word count: 1.5k

author’s note: please listen to hello it’s me by todd rundgren because i love it also this is crossposted on ao3!!!

Hello, it's me

“Blitzy! Holy fuck, just like that.” Stolas screams out before biting into the pillow.

“Oh, you like that, little bitch? Fuck!” Blitz growls as he continues to pound Stolas like a stranger as he’s locking his legs behind Blitz’s thighs.

“Oh, yes!”

He doesn’t say anything else as Blitz picks up his pace in satisfaction. His fingers clutch at Stolas’ thigh and anywhere else he can reach. Stolas clenches around him, making Blitz gasp and lose his grip for a moment.

It's deep and harsh. They’ve both made a silent agreement to stop talking and the only things coming out of Blitz's mouth now are moans, hisses and heavy breathing. He's relentless. He’s also unbelievably warm and sweaty.

“Come on, Stolas. Shit, I don’t have all day.” Blitz goes harder.

“Not yet, slow down.”

“Why do you keep trying to make it last longer?” Blitz leans his head back.

Before Stolas can speak again, he reaches down to take matters into his own hands. With two tugs of Stolas’ dick, he’s finishing all over himself and Blitz’s hand and also the towel on the bed. Blitz had already finished five times so he was fine not finishing again.

Stolas turns his head around as Blitz rests his head on his back.

“Would you stop breathing on me?” Blitz sighs.

I've thought about us for a long long time

“Thanks…for that. So, um…here.” He reluctantly hands over the grimoire from his bedside table as they sit next to each other on the mattress.

“Great, thanks. I guess I’ll see you next time I feel like dicking around, literally.” Blitz smirks.

“Hey, wait! Maybe you could…stay? Just for a little while, we could talk? Or just sit together for another moment. You’re quite warm.” Stolas rests his head on Blitz’s before he shrugs him off.

“Why would you want that?”

Maybe I think too much but something's wrong

“I- I don’t know. I just thought it would be nice.” Stolas says coyly.

“I’m sweaty and sticky, why would that be nice.” Blitz laughs obnoxiously.

“Because it’s you.”

There's something here, that doesn't last too long

“And you’re you but the cum all over your stomach is drying up,” Blitz says casually.

“Oh! I can go clean that up, just-“

“Don’t bother, I’ll be out of your hair in a second.” He sighs, putting his feet over the edge of the bed to get down.

Maybe I shouldn't think of you as mine

“You’re…why are you like this?” Stolas asks before he can realize what he’s saying.

“What the fuck? What do you mean why am I like this?” Blitz turns back around.

“I try so hard for you, I try to make you feel comfortable here! I bought you a toothbrush that has gone unopened, I bought your favorite cereal for the mornings you stay over, which has been none, and I even bought you a change of clothes! I care about you, Blitzy. Please, just don’t walk away like this is nothing.” Stolas practically begs.

Seeing you or seeing anything as much as I do you

“This is nothing, Stolas.”

“What?”

“I fuck you, I get the book. This has never not been casual. You do all this shit to seem like the nice guy that cares about your fuck-buddy when really, you don’t. I’m not gonna go around telling everyone you’re a dick, alright? You don’t have to play nice anymore.” Blitz crosses his arms.

“You are so unbelievable sometimes! I try my best to be courteous of you and your feelings but you say to hell with mine. It’s getting tiring for me to keep this up, I don’t want to just let you fuck me and give you the book, I want to be with you. I want to enjoy your presence. You’re funny, Blitz, and you’re charming in your own weird sadistic way but it pleases me! What else can I say to make you believe me? Do I need to

talk directly to the space between your ears?” Stolas raises his voice.

I take for granted that you're always there

“You know what? Don’t act like you ever wanted us to be more than this because you said this is what you wanted. I’m sorry if I think it’s weird to stay after sleeping with you because you made it clear that friends with benefits was good enough for you. If you could even call us friends. You arranged all of this, I’m not letting you play with my feelings like this, I can’t.” Blitz practically spits venom.

Stolas just stares for a second before dropping his head.

I take for granted that you just don't care

“Maybe I can’t take it either. Maybe I can’t take pouring my heart out to you when it’s, quite frankly, embarrassing just for you to not care. You don’t give two shits about me.” Stolas says as his voice breaks.

“So you are embarrassed. You know, Stolas, I always could see right through you.” Blitz says with the most venomous look in his eyes.

“I- fuck, you know that’s not what I meant! It’s about my pride, it’s about my feelings.” Stolas puts his hand to his chest.

Sometimes I can't help seeing all the way through

“Keep rubbing salt in the wound, you blue blood. You’re embarrassed of liking me, I get that. No one in your class should be with an Imp but I didn’t think you of all people could be so cruel about that.” Blitz shakes his head.

“Me? Cruel! Please, Blitz, I have been nothing but welcoming and warm to you. And if you truly hate me so much and don’t want to keep sleeping with me, why are you here? You make it seem like you don’t care but you seem to be giving me the better half of your energy.” Stolas laughs in his face.

It's important to me that you know you are free

“Satan, Stolas, I don’t hate you! I never said I did…I just- you- and then you seem so…but you act like- fuck. You know what, whatever, it doesn’t matter.” Blitz breathes out.

“I what? Spit it out, I don’t know what you’re trying to tell me. Why don’t you shock us all by communicating something properly for the first time in your life?” Stolas leans in closer.

“Fuck you.”

'Cause I never want to make you change for me

“But I thought that’s how this whole thing started?” Blitz tilts his head.

“You don’t know anything about how this started,” Blitz says cruelly.

Think of me

“Enlighten me then, Blitzy. What crucial information am I missing here?”

You know that I'd be with you if I could

“I didn’t break into your room for you, you idiot! I broke in to steal the book.” Blitz shouts.

I'll come around to see you once in a while

“You’re lying.”

“No, I’m not. You were so pathetic, so sad and sulky, practically begging for your first-ever friend to fuck you. Well, how was it, Stolas? Did you have fun?” Blitz leans in with this horribly mean smirk on his face.

Or if I ever need a reason to smile

“You’re a prick. You think this is funny? Well, it’s not. What you seem to not understand is that I’m a person with real feelings. You see me as just some cold-hearted royal when really, all I wanted was you by my side. I just wanted to watch a movie with you and talk. Someone loved you, I’m glad it boosted your ego for the short amount of time it happened.” Stolas says with his voice more shaky than ever.

And spend the night if you think I should

“I-“

“You should go. It’s getting late.”

“Stolas.” Blitz sighs.

'Cause I never want to make you change for me

“I think we shouldn’t speak again. Take the book, keep it. You wanted your prize and you’ve got it. You earned it for fucking the poor desperate man in an unhappy marriage.” Stolas tells him, pushing the book further into his chest.

Think of me

“You never loved me. I’m not wrong here.” Blitz says coldly.

“Who told you that? Cause I know it wasn’t me.” Stolas tells him as he turns away with his arms still crossed.

You, you know that I'd be with you if I could come around to see you once in a while

“I- goodbye, Stolas.”

Or if I ever need a reason to smile

Stolas doesn’t say another word. He just stays looking down with his hands gently placed together in his lap. He stays like that until Blitz crawls out his window and is gone.

And spend the night if you think I should

And he’s gone. For good, now. At least until he needs another favor which Stolas knows he would hear him out. No matter how much he hates it, no matter how badly he doesn’t want to admit it, his heart is yearning for his lover.

[your-local-baguette]

Chris prince x reader

Warnings: cussing ? Angst maybe ?

The sound echoed over and over, the ball hitting your wrist again and again. It hurts...

" ANOTHER ONE!"

You yelled across the gym, in which your teammates slammed another curving ace toward you. You knee slid on the ground as you used your left foot support you body, the volleyball hitting the reddened area of your colliding wrists. You hissed at the stinging sensation, when the receive failed, you groaned and let your body fall on the cold ground, letting out heavy breath.

Your teammate quickly made their way to you, their head popping in your vision, you huffed." Thanks" they nodded before walking away" dont you overwork yourself, either way im dragging you out the gym" you sighted in defeat, lazily dragging your body up. Slow steps towards the changing rooms, massaging your shoulders on the way.

You closed the metal door of the gym not expecting anything, well yea, nothing ever goes you way anyway." Hii love!" A muscular blondie said, opening his arms, hoping to receive a hug. You lived up to his expectations, wrapping your arms around him, not even a second that he lift you up with ease. Spinning you around before letting your feets touch the ground again, now resting his cheeks on the top of your head. Its barely if he could, because you were like only two inches shorter than him. After his long awaited hug he pushed you on your lower back insisting you follow him. " Where are we going ?"

" im taking you to boue lock"

" is that allowed ?"

" i...managed."

Flashback.....

" i'll get on my knees please let me bring them here."

The jumanji egg( ego ) looked at him weirdly before sighing giving in.

He let out a little scream of joy before running out.

End of flashback

" uh ok"

...

" im guessing your tram doesn't know about this ?"

You asked, striking up a conversation.

" huuuh. They somehow found out. So try not to worry too much about that. Most of them are very respectful"

You nodded.

The car pulled in the parking, you and chris got out, you just dribbled a volleyball, these were some of the very rare occasions when it was silent with Chris. You walked at the same rythm, your steps synchronised, the halls silent before well sound of balls getting kicked ( get your mind outta the gutter ) and loud cheering. You both arrived in a stadium where a team was practicing, not very seriously but still practicing.

A ball came flying to your face which you stopped easily, throwing back toward them. Chris chuckled at your reflexes, dragging to a chair, you sat next to him, to his displease. Wish these kids weren't here and he could gave you on his lap but like the jumanji egg said' no intimate interaction'

.....

Hcs part. That because the volleyball wasn't included the way i wanted it to be.

Adores playing with you

Litteraly screams for cheering at your match

Supportive. Supportive. Supportive.

Has a copy of your team jersey with your number. Cuz yours does not fit him lol.

He had a hard time understanding how to do an underhand receive. Like why you gotta fold your thumbs over your palms. Cant you just have your hands interwined together. Side note: his thumbs pained him for five day straight.

Come to every.single.match

Does not understand how you can jump so high. Like do you remove gravity!?

Does the bandaging around your fingers/ hands.

You showed him an ace( the service ) and he was s.t.u.n.n.e.d.

Secretly practices against a wall.

Learned how to float serve just for you.

At this point more passionate than you🤨

Bought you ticket to your favorite team.

Got you a custom volleyball with your fav movie/series character on it.

You have a ton of equipment at home for volleyball.

Plays with you everyday.

If you ever have a child he wants them to learn football and volleyball ( volley when older tho )

An absolute sucker for a focused you

Hope you all enjoyed. Feel like this would also go well with lavinho. Talking about him;

I will prob do the three most popular cuz im obsessed with this man. So yea. Have a nice day. If it doesn't get enough vote i will redo it on another post cuz these are prob gon take a good amount of time. Bye bye!

[calamitaswrath]

Cal Lucia plays Fire Emblem Path of Radiance: Chapter 13

Not much of a lead-in for this chapter, huh? I'm just plopped right into my pre-chapter preparations. But then again, since in previous cases that was always accompanied by a change in location, and we're still very much on a boat, I suppose that makes sense. Let's start with Jill!

"Why are you still here?" - Blunt, Ike. Blunt. And calling soldiers stupid, too! Reminds me of that one post that's like "everyone who died for their country is a clown". It does make me wonder why exactly Jill really is still with us, though. The basic interesting is obvious, but where does it come from, and why is it enough?

Conversation with Daniel, about the best means to defend on a ship map. Very subtle, game. And they're playing an in-universe war game? Fire Emblem-ception?

Aimee continues to simp for Ike. The game really does make a running gag out of him not caring for women romantically or sexually, huh?

Sibling interactions between Oscar, Boyd and Rolf!! Those are always fun. Judging by the fact that it was a three star one, I thought that it would actually lead to something, but I haven't noticed anything yet. Do they get their own triangle attack now, or. . .?

Right, time to start the actual chapter. And we get more worldbuilding! Begnion's got an empress, Crimea and Daein used to be part of it, and we seriously gotta wonder why they want to see Elincia in the first place

Tanith. . . woag. . .

Hmm, we got a high priestess? The only context in which I've heard of priestesses in the context of PoR/RD is with Micaiah's classes, but I really don't think that she's going to make an actual appearance here yet

Heyy, Gatrie's back! And he got himself a new job. Have to wonder about that other character, though. . . her name in the German version is Stella, but I don't think that's gonna be the same in English. And after looking that up, her English name is Astrid. . . okay? Seems to be another instance of the German version carrying over the Japanese name.

Ohoho, defend map! And one with a lot of chests, too. Gimme gimme gimme!

Ah, there's Nasaela. Based on these early vibes, I can already somewhat understand my friend's obsession. I am curious though why the king of an entire nation is out here making deals with rather lowly soldiers for money like this. Is his country not doing well financially speaking?

Ergh, as I'm playing through this map, I'm beginning to realize that I really don't have the turns to actually get all the items with just Sothe. I think I'll need to restart and hand everyone chest keys. . . lovely.

Well, that second attempt went a lot better in general. I got all the enemies on the upper ship, including the boss, by just turn five! Let's see what else is gonna happen on this map.

Ah, so that other character flying near Nasaela is. . . well, a character. Kinda funny to see an old winged man like that. And pfft, he Nasaela doesn't like being called. . . what would it be in English? Hatchling?

Tibarn and Janaff. I would say these two have the look of playable characters to them.

Hold on, Tibarn's a king as well? Do the bird Laguz have multiple kingdoms? So far, I was under the impression that they only got the one. . .

This lot really was just there to show that they're there, huh?

. . .And I left the defend point unguarded on accident. I thought the enemy ravens would make a beeline for the treasure, NOT that point. Guess that's my first game over!

Jesus fucking christ, my luck on this second attempt was terrible. Astrid missed a ~90% to hit twice, Rolf also missed one, I took longer to beat the boss. . . but at least I managed to still turn things around in the end. Still just absolutely stucks about Astrid though, because she did get a lot more kills, and by proxy, exp, the first time around.

Sigrun! I heard the name before, but I don't have any associations. With Sanaki however, there are some half-remembered tidbits there. I think she's related to Micaiah somehow?

Ah. So the high priestess is the empress as well. Then why even make a distinction in introducing her?

Ike and Soren having a little heart-to-heart! That's nice.

Sanaki's found, and Ike really can be rather thick at times. . . let's see where that leads him

It gets him invited to court, is what it does. Fair enough.

[shootingstarpilot]

Fic Writer 20 Questions

Thanks for the tag, @merlyn-bane!

1.) How many works do you have on ao3?

Eight!

2.) What's your ao3 word count?

217,911

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

*sobbing* Star Wars, my beloved. The brainrot is real; I am consumed. When I was still on FF.net, though, I had stuff up in Harry Potter and How to Train Your Dragon.

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

back then, i was dauntless

how to bring him home

if i don't make it back (from where i've gone)

though some would harm you

like lightning changing hands

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I absolutely do! I feel bad because I know I've gotten some lovely comments on chapters that aren't the most recent one, and those tend to get lost in the inbox, but I promise I'm working on it- if you get a response from a comment you left a year and a half ago, don't hold it against me 😅

I do it because I want so badly to build community here! I love getting comments from people, responding to something with a wee hint of a tease because I'm AWFUL and then getting a keysmash of a response and then exchanging snippets in the comments, truly, it fills me with delight- and I've met some absolutely wonderful people who I got introduced to by responding to comments-

Anyway. Community. That.

6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh. Hm. Hm.

I... guess it would have to be though some would harm you? Although I'm not sure if I feel confident in that designation, because it's very much part of a multi-work series. And I'm too much of a sucker for happy endings to write a stand-alone fic that doesn't have one, I think.

7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh, neural plasticity, for sure! Short and sweet <3

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

A bit. I can brush off the "actually the Jedi were the real monsters" assholes easily enough, but honestly, the comments that hit the hardest are the ones that clearly come from people who think they're offering ✨constructive criticism.✨ Not only because I didn't ask for it, but also because saying my work is "fatiguing" or "I'm sure there's a decent story here, but it's being buried under what you're trying to do with it-" there's nothing constructive there.

Side note: the person who left that last comment deleted it about half an hour later, because when I went to reply, it had vanished from my inbox. I don't know if they did that because they didn't want me to be able to reply, or if they realized that what they said was unhelpful and mean, but if they ever happen to see this-

I still got the email, prick.

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Write? No, I haven't quite worked up the panache to try. Reading, on the other hand...

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I do have snippets of one crossover that I actually posted in an anonymous collection, ha- an old BBC Merlin/ Good Omens/ Supernatural fic that I dug out of my old documents. Other than that, no- unless you count the Prequels and the Clone Wars as different enough to qualify as a crossover.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also not that I know of- very much open to it, though!

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Since I don't think taking drabbles in tumblr chats to ridiculous lengths counts, I'd have to say no- I'd like to, though!

14.) What's your all time favorite ship?

Codywan. Fiercely, unwaveringly Codywan.

Just to reinforce this- 292 of my bookmarks consist of Cody/Obi-Wan. The next most common romantic pairing (Aziraphale/Crowley) has less than half that, at 121.

I'm a goner, and I can't even bring myself to regret it.

15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

OKAY SO I've written snippets of a modern AU focusing on Helix, Needle and Stitch, and I'm totally gonna take this opportunity to rage about it. I'm probably never gonna finish it, but it gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling, so, hey- what else is fic for, really, if not for indulging yourself?

At first, it's just Needle and Stitch. It's just been the two of them, for as long as Stitch can remember. Needle's only a few years older than him, but he's raised him, kept him in school, kept a roof over their heads and food on the table-

Food on Stitch's plate, at least.

Then, one night, Needle does not come home.

A hit-and-run, the nurse tells him, although the words will not trickle through until much later. A coma.

He will not, they say patiently, come home for some time.

(There is so much that needs doing.)

Helix, meanwhile, is studying physical therapy at the local community college and working part-time at his brother Ace's bakery.

It's during one of these shifts that a skinny little twerp comes in and hands him a job application.

(Rent and bills and Needle Needle Needle-)

It doesn't take Helix long to realize something is... off.

Ace tells him not to push it, but-

The kid's a good worker. Great, as a matter of fact. He's never late. Stays past closing, too, if they've had a rush. He tells Helix about his brother and nothing else.

(His brother hasn't come to visit.)

Everything that's not sold at the end of the day gets packaged up and given out. They only toss in the dumpster what's really, truly inedible- stuff that got dropped in the kitchen, scraps left over from customers-

He thinks it's raccoons, at first, until he peers in and sees Stitch flatten himself against a heap of bags in the corner.

They package up leftovers for him, after that. A bit more than leftovers, maybe. Ace sets aside sandwiches. Helix buys him a thermos and tells him it's been in the lost and found for over a year. They make sure he eats.

(Needle's getting transferred out of the ICU.)

Stitch is trying. He's doing everything he can, and more besides. But Needle's life is too expensive and he's buckling under the weight.

(He hasn't even grieved. Not really. No room. No time.)

Eventually, something has to give.

He does.

(He hadn't expected someone to be there to catch him.)

Featuring:

Helix stumbling into adopting first one, then two idiot kids

Ace being a supportive brother

Needle finding his way home

Mace Windu as Needle's (unfairly attractive, Helix thinks) neurologist

Obi-Wan as a hospital social worker who gets assigned Needle's file

Cody as Obi-Wan's husband, Helix's cousin, and children's book author (Stitch's favorite)

(listen I am WEAK for author!Cody, truly)

(Helix was totally the one who got them together and he regrets it every day of his life.)

Sheev Palpatine as the epitome of the evil of the American healthcare system

The Melidaan crew running a long-term, non-profit care facility that offers both in-patient and out-patient rehab services

16.) What are your writing strengths?

(I'VE PUT TOO MUCH THOUGHT INTO THIS. SHIT.)

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

I am, apparently, really good at writing breakdowns. >:3

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Dialogue does not come easily to me. I have to work a bit to hit my stride. But I think it turns out well enough!

Hm. Coming from a purely technical perspective here, I think the reader should be able to understand everything that's spoken in a fic. If a character says something in another language, then I think the best way to convey that is, "X muttered something Y didn't catch," or, if the listener recognizes that it's at least in another language, "X muttered something in French."

If the reader should understand it, then something along the lines of: "'I knew we shouldn't have trusted him,' X muttered in French."

If the POV character doesn't understand the language, it doesn't make sense to provide the reader with a perfect transliteration of what the other character is saying. The character wouldn't have that knowledge. It can really take me out of the fic when two characters suddenly start conversing in written-out sentences in another language, and I have to scroll all the way down to the footnotes for translations.

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

But then again, that's just my opinion- I'm sure others have their own thoughts on this!

20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?

Harry Potter.

Hell, I have to say like lightning changing hands, if only because whatever fic I'm writing at the moment is my favorite. It's the act of creation that does it for me!

(Also because it's such a good opportunity to explore so many relationship dynamics.)

No-pressure tags for @jedi-enthusiast, @themonopolyhat, @shadow-pixelle, and @foreverchangingfandomsao3!

[realmadridfamily]

How was the birth? I have no words. I think my Spanish is quite good enough to be able to cope in a delivery room in Spain and I've had really good experiences. I had an amazing and supportive team and we spoke in Spanish and English, and of course Tibo was there to translate what was needed.

You are a young girl and now, for the first time in your life, you are also a mother. How does this new and significant change affect you? I think, first of all, I'm still trying to find my way around it. The truth is that there is no school for mothers. My friends kept telling me: "when you are a mother, you will understand", but I didn't fully understand and I was very stressed before. I said to myself: "how will I know how to do this and how will I cope?" But it's something that just goes through your body and you automatically know how to deal with the situation. Suddenly you know how to do things you've never done before. Suddenly you know. It's some crazy instinct we have as mothers.

How does Tibo cope with being the father of a baby? It's been a few years since the last time. He's an amazing father. He is wonderful and so charming around her. I'm melting from this! It's true that a lot of time has passed, but he still remembers a lot of things, so he made it easier for me too, because I'm a little stressed and he supports me.

Most women who see you will ask: “How come she looks like that three months after giving birth? I know my body and I know I'm not healed yet. I have stretch marks, cellulite and many other little things that I see in myself. Of course, I am very grateful for my body and for myself. I'm very proud of what I went through and I don't look at it that much. I'm happy with what I have.

Getting back in shape after pregnancy was important to you? Yes, I thought about it, it didn't bother me too much, but of course I was worried somewhere. I guess I was more worried about stretch marks and I apply oils and creams every day. It's normal, it's natural, it's part of it and I'm so proud of what my body has done. It's miracle and magic. I am in love with my daughter and that is the most important thing in my eyes. If I have more or less stretch marks, or if I have two or five kilograms more, I don't worry about it.

It seems they don't like us very much in Spain … I really feel that they don't like us very much, but on the other hand I also receive a lot of support from very influential people in Madrid and there is a lot of understanding, compassion and kind words. Tibo talks about it with his teammates and I think there is a lot of support in our circle. On the other hand, life in Madrid is quite normal. It's not like I really feel different from the people and residents there on a daily basis. But of course I hear and know what's going on. Also when it comes to Spain and its opinions. As for me, I haven't had anything against me there, but yes, it's still very difficult.

Could this situation jeopardize Tibo's career in any way? We received many shocking "wishes". Tibo doesn't deserve it, but he received some harsh words and it was sad to see. I want to believe that it won't affect his career because it would be really terrible in my eyes. But I want to believe that people are smart enough to appreciate him as a human being, without harming, even if their opinions differ. I can say with certainty that many of the fans he once had are no longer his supporters. Whether it's people on Instagram who unfollowed him or fans who say "we don't like him anymore." I don't understand why. Because he expressed support to his wife's family and friends? He loves this country very much and it's really sad that people write him off for one or another reason and forget who he is and what he did for his team, that he is a legend. But this will change over time.

What about your career abroad? The situation in Israel had an impact on my work. I will tell you that due to the situation, I had to cancel two photo sessions and give up the cover. They said now is not the time for the Israeli model. Yes, they tried to put it nicely, it didn't turn out the way they wanted, but ok. I don't need it, but I understood where it came from. If I have to lose my job, I will. I will always be proud to say that I am Israeli.

[dannykoenig]

Trickster x male reader with social anxiety who gets "lost" in a train station

Based on my experience in Berlin where me AND my friend had a panic attack.

The 'friend' on the phone basically plays my mother lol.

This was supposed to be a comfort chapter but I got carried away I guess.

This story takes place in the entitys realm, meaning reader and Ji-Woon already slightly knew eachother (mostly from trials).

Seperated killer & survivor mansion au.

Your train got delayed. You were alone in a city that you didn't knew, with only little experience on train traffic.

The speakers anounced that your train was replaced by a subway that went into the same direction, but with a few transfers to other subways.

And then it started, everyone -literally hundreds of people- started streaming down the stairs to the subway stations. You could only sit there and watch, it didn't stop. More and more people went down there.

There was no way you could possibly get down there. You pulled your phone out and started texting a friend.

You told them what was happening and that you couldn't get down there.

"Try coming through."

"Why can't you just go down there?"

"But other people can do it too."

"I'm definetely not gonna pick you up, nor am I gonna send someone."

What did you even expect from someone who apparently doesn't believe in mental illnesses? They never cared about it, no matter how clear it was that you had social anxiety.

The calls you could never do? The public events that you could never go to? The things you could never ask other people for, no matter how important it was? Nah, definetely no signs.

You sat on the bench, wrapping your arms around yourself, trying not to cry in public. People were still flooding down the stairs next to you.

You were alone, everything could happen now. You grabbed your shopping bag harder, knowing anyone could snatch it from you and you wouldn't be able to do anything against it. You sat there, hoping that your train would somehow get the ability to come here. Twenty minutes, fourty minutes.

You sat there for an hour. One hour waiting for something to happen. One hour of hope. Nothing, the train was still gone.

You looked over to the stairs, there weren't as many people as before.

That had to be your chance. You took your backpack and bag and went down the stairs, somehow you even ended up at the right subway station.

There were still too many people, maybe that'd change. You searched yourself another bench that was surprisingly free.

A few minutes later one of the subways came that would bring you home. You collected all of your energy and stepped forwards the open doors. Suddenly more and more people came. Almost everyone who was standing at that station forced their way into the subway.

You stopped. Nothing could get you into there. When you finally regained the ability to move, you moved backwards. You had to get away from there.

You sat back down on the bench. Tears started filling your eyes, would you even get home tonight? It was getting dark. Was it a better idea to just get a hotel for the night? You saw something from the corner of your eye.

A small group of people, looking at you. You knew them. They were part of the entitys slaves. It's killers, the counterside to you. There were four people, all of those four people have killed you multiple times.

And they weren't just looking, it also seemed like they were talking about you.

You, sitting on a bench in a subway station, crying and shaking and sobbing.

And now your "enemies" were seeing you like that. Could this evening even get worse?

You thought it did when one of them started walking towards you.

He walked faster the closer he came, the surer he was that you weren't okay.

"Hey" he said, like five meters away from you. "Hey, what's wrong?" he put his hand on your shoulder and squatted down to see you better since you were looking at your legs because everything else was just too much.

You looked at him, unable to speak but still trying.

"Uhh, I- uh, I I'm.. sorry?" you wiped your sleeve over your face a few times.

He smiled. "What are you sorry for?"

You didn't even knew, maybe the stutter?

He knew what you were thinking so he just changed the question.

"Do you need help, y/n?" he asked, in such a gentle tone.

"Uh, yeah, how do you know my name?"

"You're here since quite a while now. I think we get more information about you, than you about us."

You knew that he was talking about the killers and survivors with "we" and "you".

He then seemed to realize that you didn't even know his name.

He just grabbed your hand, shook it and said; "I'm Ji-Woon, you might know me as Trickster and that over there are Michael, Kazan and Danny. The Shape, the Oni and Ghostface."

"thanks?"

"No, problem, so;" Ji-Woon said and sat down on the bench next to you.

"What's wrong?" he repeated his question fron earlier.

He waited patiently for you to find the words. You then explained to him how your train got delayed an hour ago, how there were so many people, you panicked and now didn't know what to do because you were scared of taking the wrong train or anything like that.

He put his arm on your shoulder while listening.

"Oh, sweetheart" he said in a high pitched voice and the specific way.

The way your mother would comfort you while silently mocking you after you fell from your bike or something like that.

The way someone reacts when someone elses problem is way easier to solve then expected.

"I'm taking you with me" he said, turned around and nodded to the left so the other killers would come over.

"Do you have social anxiety?" he asked.

"Yes" "Can I tell them what's going on?"

"Sure"

His arm was still laying around your shoulders and you kinda started finding it comfortable, maybe even comforting.

You were thinking about leaning against him and resting your head on his shoulder but then he talked to the others.

"Our little survivor here has social anxiety and isn't good with train traffic, I'm either gonna bring him to his home or he'll stay with us."

"If I knew you'd call me your little survivor I would've said no."

"You are my little survivor now. Be nice to me, I'm your only way home."

"Any other pet names?"

"Y/n, I can always push you out of the train and abandon you."

"There's our train, lovebirds." Onis Voice was definetely intimidating. Even when he said stuff like that.

Ji-Woon took your hand and pulled you with him, the other killers were behind you. You were finally standing in a train that was bringing you home, but that wasn't the right moment to be happy because Ji-Woon kept dragging you behind him. You tightened the grip on your bag while trying to stay directly behind him. He then pushed you on a seat and sat down next to you, not letting go of your hand. Oni and Ghostface sat down on the opposite side of the four-person sitting arrangement. Myers sat down on a single seat near the group.

Ji-Woon pulled out his phone and checked the time. "We're gonna be home around 10, at first I wanted to bring you back to the survivors mansion but I kinda really want to take you with me for the night. Would you be fine staying over?" he asked.

"Uh, alright I guess." Woah. That sounded so excited.

"I can still bring you to your place, you don't have to stay if you don't want to."

"No, no, I really want to be with you. For the night I mean. Sorry, I'm just a little overwhelmed."

He put his right arm around you and held your hand with his left one.

"Don't worry, it's fine. We'll have to switch subways in a few minutes. Are you hungry? I can ask someone from our mansion if we have leftovers from dinner." Now he was doing what you wanted to do earlier, he looked cute looking up to you like that. His weight on your side was comfortable.

"Yeah, that'd be great. Thank you."

He pulled out his phone and opened a group chat. Then your phone vibrated.

It was your friend, the one you texted with earlier. "And? Did you make it?" It came over like they were trying to make a point. Something along the lines of "See, I told you it was nothing."

Ji-Woon seemed to think the same, he grabbed your phone from you, leaned back against your arm and read the texts from then. How you asked them for help and how they reacted.

He then removed the "Yes" that you had written but not send and starting typing.

It was a long text, starting with the words "Listen here you little shit-".

He sended it, closed WhatsApp and gave your phone back.

"Show me when they answer." He said.

This is the end of my actual prompt, I just started doing anything, I personally don't really like it that much but I think it's ok.

Around an hour and four different subways later you were finally standing in front of the killers mansion. Oni opened the door and Ji-Woon dragged you behind. He never let go of your hand.

Most people there already knew you were coming because of Ji-Woons text, but Susie wasn't one of them.

"Oh, what is he doing here?" she asked.

"He's Ji-Woons little survivor now." Danny said and walked past you, you could hear he was smiling.

"I'm not-"

"Shut up, yes you are." Ji-Woon said from right behind you. "I'll call you my future little cumslut if you don't stop complaining."

"What?"

"Nothing! Come on, let's get to my room."

He dragged you with him again. You started to have mixed feelings about this. You pushed his fingers off your hand and put it in your pocket. He stopped. "What?"

"What? Nothing, everything is fine."

"Why wont you let me hold your hand anymore?"

"I just don't want to be dragged around by you. Can we just go to your room please?"

"Is it because of what I've said?"

"Can you please stop asking questions, I'm uncomfortable enough. You know what, I think it's better if I just go home. Thank you so much for helping me, but that I stay over here was a bad idea. I don't blame you though. See you in a trial or something."

You turned around and attempted to leave but didn't come far. Ji-Woon held your arm tight with both hands.

"Please don't leave."

"Ji-Woon, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, but-"

"And I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable! I'm sorry, please."

"Why do you want me to stay so bad?"

His gaze got even softer and he didn't knew what to say for a few seconds.

"Can we talk about that later please? Can we just go to my room?"

"Are you okay?" Was he trying to manipulate you? If so, it worked.

You sat down on his bed, he was standing at the door. "So will you stay?" he asked. "Yes, I will. But no more dragging and no more of whatever the fuck that was what you said in front of the others."

"It was that? That made you uncomfortable?"

"Of course it did."

"Y/n, that's not a big deal."

"It is for me, when we're here we're not in public, we're not around people that'll never see me again. As long as I'm in this realm these people will see me almost everyday. I'd be fine with it if they'd already known me and if we were a couple or atleast friends but we aren't. Ji-Woon we don't even know eachother. And that just was the first out-of-trial expression the killers got from me."

"Y/n. I understand why you're upset but trust me, they wont think much of you. They're used to me saying stuff like that to everyone. I'm basically the slut of this house, I had something with eleven or more men that live here. You're just overthinking it, it's fine, really."

"Eleven? How many men live here?"

"I'm not sure, the last time I counted it was twenty-three I think. They just keep spawning every few months."."

You laughed, "How often do you count?"

"Not often."

"Did you ever have something with a survivor?"

"Yeah, a few times."

"Who?"

"Leon, Jake, Adam, Felix-"

"Adam? The teacher?"

"Yeah, but it was a one-time thing. Felix was better, and Leon. Oh my god Leon.."

"And all the other men? Was that all more than one time?"

"Yes, everyone else atleast two times."

"Who was the best one?"

"Depends on the theme. Sex in general usually Danny and Frank, kinky sex Nemesis, Doctor, Pyramid Head-"

"Nemesis? Seriously? Tentacles? You kinky bitch."

"Hey! It was good."

"Yeah, you did it more than one time."

"Shut it"

"Since when are you in the realm?"

"One year and seven months."

"Over fifteen men in one and a half year? Damn"

"Y/n are you trying to slutshame me?"

"No, I'm impressed. And you called yourself a slut."

"I said basically. That doesn't count."

"You wanted to get my food."

"Am I your housewive now?"

"Do you want to be?"

"The next time I see you having a mental breakdown on a train station I'll leave you there." he said and left to get your food.

"Fuck you, Ji-Woon!" You yelled after him.

"Do it yourself! Lazy bitch." He yelled back

You closed the door and changed into the clothes he gave you for sleeping. You were surprised he even had normal clothes when he was walking around like a canary bird. A hot canary bird atleast.

He came back, gave you your plate and sat down next to you.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" He asked.

"Sure." You chose something together and he pulled you close, then pulled the blanket over your lap.

He pulled your phone out of your pocket and checked the chat of your friend.

"They wrote a paragraph about disrespect. Can I write more?"

"Yes, please."

"Ohh, you like what I'm doing, hm?"

Why did he have to say that in such a horny way? He started laughing when he saw how you looked at him.

After you finished eating you put the plate on his nightstand and wrapped your arms around him, finally resting your head on his shoulder.

"Are we still neither friends nor a couple?" he asked smiling.

"What would you say, what are we?"

"Do you want to be my boyfriend?" Ji-Woon asked.

"I'd love to." He placed a sweet kiss onto your hair, layed his arm around you and started stroking your side.

"This is why I wanted you to stay so bad."

[mi5a-ki]

misa in knowing bros > 201017

misa's moments in blackpink's second visit to knowing bros!

her looks

highlighted moments

1. her introduction !

"hello, I'm blackpink's lee sangmin!" misaki introduced herself, making the man get up to make a pose, the Japanese girl coping him making them laugh.

"why? why would you choose him?" heechul whined, making her giggle.

"because we are alike! I'm also cool and rich, just like him!" she exclaimed, making the hosts look surprised and 'boo' the guy for lying and making her believe he was cool.

"i don't lie! you just make me seem bad on TV!" he argued, the blackpink members laughing even more.

"ok, ok! i'm blackpink's other main vocalist and only japanese member, misa!" she poked her cheek, everyone cheering right after.

2. guess about me story !

"i went to a vending machine and something surprising happened! i got so scared that i just ran away!" misaki said, her hands holding the paper sheets with her hints and answers. "can you guess what happened?" she looked at them, an smile adorning her lips.

"the machine was so old that lots of water bottles started to come out and you got scared that it was going to overflow!" hodong exclaimed.

"no! the changes started to come out and someone saw it and you got scared that they would thing you were stealing the machine!" soogeun intervened, making everyone laugh.

"no, no! this is a good thing, isn't it?" misa laughed. "it doesn't have anything to do with money! but the backgroung is right!"

"a lady behind you got frustrated with you and just shoved her hand to get your drink." janghoon looked at her. "she went like-" he put his elbow on the table and pretended to have his hand up the vending machine. "and said like 'aish, here you go, slowpoke!' and you got scared by her outburst and ran away!" he proposed, making her along with everyone else crack up.

"no!" she laughed even more. "but it's funny, isn't it?"

"i think i know what happened!" heechul stood up. "you were trying to get a drink and a bug came out!" he said, making everyone agree with choruses of 'yeah's!

"no! but it's close enough!" she said, looking at him.

"then a snake!" sangmin said.

"no! almost!" misa replied, excited.

"a spider then!" hodong tried, seeing her shake her head as a no.

"ha! i know what is was!" janghoon slammed his hand on the table, standing up once again. "it was a frog that came out!"

"bingo!" misaki exclaimed, jumping up and down. "it was actually a bunch of little frogs that jumped out of the machine with my drink. also, when the change came out they jumped out with it too! i got so startled and disgusted that i ran to the car with my mom!" she pouted.

3. her adorable performance moment !

all the girls were in the middle dancing to their newest releases 'how you like that', 'pretty savage' and 'lovesick girls'. as misaki's part came up, the camera focused on her and she adorably winked while dancing, scrunching her face in a smile. while editing, they added cute sounds to it, making it one of the most replayed parts and one of her highlighted moments on the program.

4. making her redo the famous 'cheese kimbap' aegyo !

"please, saki, do it!" jisoo exclaimed, clapping her hands.

"yeah! do it!" heechul also encouraged, making said girl giggle and shake her head.

"it's been haunting me! i can't!" she laughed.

then, rosé started to push her to the middle, making her eyes widen as she got surprised. misaki didn't even have time to react as then she was already the center of attention.

"you have no choice now!" rosé said. "do it!"

misaki sighed and shook her head, a shy smile adorning her lips making her members coo.

"ok, ok!" she fake pouted. "I'll do it."

at her words everyone cheered, the cast members all encouraging her and jokingly saying that it will bring them more views and viewers for the next episodes, making the five girls burst out laughing from their straightforwardness.

"woah! it's really all for the money!" she exclaimed wide-eyed, breathing heavily due to all her laughing.

"nah, out writers wrote it, we just said it." sangmin shrugged, making them giggle once more.

"okay, I'll do it then!"

misaki got in position and made her best bambi eyes, mouth jutting out in a pout, head hanging slightly and shoulders standing up.

"cheese kimbap?" and then chaos broke out.

5. misaki speaking in japanese !

"wait, what did you just say?" heechul stopped the game, looking over at misaki sitting next to hodong.

"sorry! did i speak in japanese again?" she laughed.

her members nodded and started explaining that she tends to speak in her native language when she gets too excited without even realizing it. the hosts got amazed by the information and asked if it ever got her in trouble.

"yes, a lot of times, actually." misa explained. "once, during our trainee time, we were practicing and I got really happy that I memorized the entire choreography quickly. then, i exclaimed something in japanese and our dance teacher thought I was cursing them out and they got mad at me." she said.

"what happened after this?" hodong asked.

"they sent me to the management office and told them what happened, then, they asked them to repeat what i said to a translator — because they thought I would said something that wasn't the actual translation — and the translator affirmed my words. i was really glad that i got off the hook, thought they would kick me out for that!"

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Let's (re)Read The Great Hunt! Chapter 44: Five Will Ride Forth

Well we're reaching the end of the second book folks, so that's exciting! Soon my posts will only be unreasonably spoiling thirteen Wheel of Time books instead of fourteen - not that I don't spoil book one mind you, just that it's hardly fair to complain about spoilers for that in a post on book two. Is this sufficient warning not to keep reading for such folks or must I go on?

We get the Aes Sedai flame in this chapter because of Bornhald's delusions and Verin's machinations, though ironically the latter are much more about grabbing fate in the saidin-style I discussed a few chapters back.

Perrin decided it was not lack of interest in strangers on the villagers’ part; they were carefully avoiding looking at him and the others. These people had learned not to show curiosity about strangers, even strangers who were obviously not Seanchan. Strangers might be dangerous these days on Toman Head.

Not only that, but under the Seanchan regime, knowing about strangers can be dangerous. Much better to be able to say to the secret police that people came and went but you don't know anything about them than to risk conversations where you might learn just enough to seem like a person of interest.

“Who knows why they do anything?” Mat muttered. “Seanchan don’t seem to need a reason for killing people. None I can figure out, anyway.”

Mat will figure it out going forward and really I don't think he'll much like having the knowledge.

Perrin kept an even closer watch than the other two; he had his own reasons for not wanting to meet Whitecloaks. The axe in my hands. Light, what I wouldn’t give to change that.

And yet Perrin doesn't actually mean it yet. He could toss the axe away at any time after all, to at least change potential future atrocities and also the real one that'll happen in book ten. But he keeps it, knowing what he's capable of it with it, and it's not good that he does.

“They aren’t following,” he said. “How can you be sure?” Mat demanded. “I am!” he snapped, then more softly, “I just am.”

Since Mat has no context for understanding how Perrin might be able to know this without the obvious wrong guess, I wonder if he's worried that he's going to start channeling at any moment himself. They are all three of them connected after all.

Put the prisoners in the inn with as much food and water as they can carry, then nail all the doors and shutters closed. Make them think I am leaving some men to stand guard, yes?

The Whitecloaks might not have any a'dam of their own, but they still love committing what atrocities they can. Balefire the whole fucking peninsula and let the Wheel sort it out I say.

No wait that's an atrocity too. Dammit.

He was still not sure which of the two arrow-riddled women he had stared at afterwards had been the Aes Sedai.

Nice and subtle foreshadowing here.

Be sure he understands that we can no longer count on the Tar Valon witches being content with manipulating events from the shadows. If they fight openly for the Seanchan, we will surely face them elsewhere.

And here we see how damaging an irrational hatred is. For all the flaws of the White Tower, the women of Tar Valon will not engage in any battles for quite a long time. If Bornhald had been able to understand that the Seanchan had their own channelers and that they weren't aligned with the Tower, his warning might have been quite different. Hell, his whole approach might have changed.

“Whoever it was, he is not accounted for, no? And he may carry word of us to the Seanchan.” “A Darkfriend would surely do so, my Lord Captain.”

Wrong again! The Whitecloaks very impressively manage to live in a world with black, white, and occasional gray morality and still manage to oversimply the fuck out of it. They could have done so much more for the west if they'd been capable of critical thought.

Far above their heads, a huge, winged shape circled, unnoticed.

Thinking two dimensionally against a three dimensional enemy.

“Heron Wading in the Rushes,” Ingtar said. He sat with his back against a tree, sliding a sharpening stone along his sword and watching Rand. “You should not be bothering with that one. It leaves you completely open.”

Ingtar betrays his own character flaws here. Besides showing that he has no thought for sword forms except for how they can help him inflict violence upon others, he shows he doesn't understand the worth of self-sacrifice to get victory. It was this very short term thinking that led to his fall to the Shadow after all, and this is why he had to die to redeem himself.

“It’s only for balance, Ingtar.” Rand wavered on one foot, and had to put the other down to keep from falling.

Meanwhile Rand foreshadows his own issues metaphorically pretty well. He tries to spend all of his time in a sword form over the course of the story and it's only when he gets back to standing upright that he can succeed.

“With ta’veren, what happens is what was meant to happen. It may be the Pattern demanded these extra days. The Pattern puts everything in its place precisely, and when we try to alter it, especially if ta’veren are involved, the weaving changes to put us back into the Pattern as we were meant to be.”

Verin will be dealing with this one the hard way later!

“To help Mat find the dagger,” he said sharply, “and Ingtar find the Horn.” And Fain, he added to himself. I have to find Fain if it isn’t already too late.

Two outta three ain't bad, Rand.

“Five ride forth,” she murmured.

It's a good thing no one pays attention to Verin or they might get a lot more nervous.

No, Loial, you must stay behind, too. There are no Ogier on Toman Head. You would attract as many eyes as all the rest put together.

Thank goodness Verin is here to do the thinking for them. They probably would have ridden, all twenty of them, if she hadn't been.

Rand peered at the sketched wheel as Ingtar went on with his instructions. It was a broken wheel, now, with only four spokes. For some reason that made him shiver.

The Seanchan would probably say it was a bad omen to tally your soldiers before combat and then to partially destroy the tally too and the Pattern is about to demonstrate why that is.

Next time: Nynaeve and Rand become masters of terrible weapons.

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“Flowers for my Moon.”

Classmate!Scaramouche x GN!Reader

Angst

——CHAPTER 1——

"What's with that weird face? I said move."

"...Ha?" After 30 seconds, you've finally spoken. You couldn't say anything else, you found it unbelievable, but it was expected. He treated you like how he treated everyone else. You aren't special, nor do you stand out to him. You really thought he wanted to talk to you, but he just told you to leave. It was clear that you don't mean anything to him, but you were more than happy to change that! You would even wait years for him, just to be your friend.

"You heard me, I'm not going to repeat myself for the third time." He crossed his arms, slowly getting pissed off.

"Ah, r-right! Sorry—" As you were about to stand up, you tripped on the chair, causing you to fall back with the chair. 'Gah! What the hell...' You thought, too busy freaking out that you didn't notice the chair falling on top of you. "Ow..." You wanted to scream so bad. You've already embarassed yourself in front of him... three times! You wanted to scold yourself, berate yourself to death. But all your focus shifted to the pain the heavy chair caused you.

The chairs at your school weren't light, but it was still enough for it to fall on you, enough for it to hit your stomach. It basically felt like you got punched at the gut. You winced in pain as tears pricked your eyes, threatening to fall out. You couldn't help it, it hurt so bad. But he didn't even care, all he did was look at you weirdly.

Scaramouche tsked, then he proceeded to call you pathetic, additionally telling you to just get out of his sight. But then, he held out his hand, you were about to hold out your hand too and take his hand, but... As it turns out, he was actually going for the chair. You didn't think he really wanted to help you out, right? He didn't even spare you a glance, he just propped up his chair to sit on.

'I could be his chair too ykyk' You joked around in your mind, leading you to reveal a grin. At least he spared you a glance now. Even though he just looked at you weirdly.

Although all that he did was glance at you weirdly, your smile didn't cease to exist, but it sort of switched from a bright smile to a half broken one because of the sudden pain hitting you like a brick. Must be a sign! A sign for you to continue bugging him until he becomes your friend.

Eventually, the pain ceased to exist, and you went back to your seat— Which was beside the chair behind him, at the last row. You sighed, disappointed in your recent interaction with him. Though you weren't quick to give up. Of course you won't give up, he's the love of your life, and you're greatly dedicated to court him. You question yourself: 'Why do I love him? That him is a someone who doesn't even want to talk to me.' However, you still love him and treat him as if he would do the same for you. You really do not know why you love him and continue to strive for his love.

Another five minutes quickly passed because of your thoughts. Students scattered across the room, others set their bag down and conversed with their friends, urging you to at least talk to someone. You decide to talk to someone, to your only friend, Nilou. Walking to her seat placement, you were about to talk to her and strike up a coversation, but she lightly turned you down, saying that she was talking to someone else and that she'd talk to you in a minute. That one minute turned to 10 minutes, and you just stood there with a sheepish look on your face. You didn't mind though, knowing and understanding that she was busy. 'I can't just ruin or waste her time, she's busy. I guess I'll either just go back to my seat or wait until she's done.' You thought of it, and you chose the second option. She was your only friend, so she was the only person you could talk to or trust.

And then another minute passed. It's now 6:48 AM. Nilou finally walked up to you, greeting you with the warm smile you always seemed to love. That warm smile never failed to give you the urge to smile back. You see, you never really liked to talk to your classmates or anyone in your school, per se; it was because their personalities were quite... troublesome. Nilou was the first person to approach you with a smile, she was the first person to strike up a conversation with you that didn't make you feel uncomfortable. All your other schoolmates were... Let's just say that they were mind boggling. They kept giving you dirty looks, kept talking behind your back and laughing at you for no reason. You were sure that you made yourself presentable on the first day— Not that you were looking bad every school day. You've had your ups and downs, and Nilou was always there for you.

Speaking about Nilou, she's a part of the student council. You heard it from someone. It's no surprise, actually. Her aura is welcoming and kind, her personality was something to be proud of, the way she speaks to anyone, the way she acts, everything about her seems to be likeable. She was popular, and you were not. But of course, that didn't stop you from staying friends with her!

After greeting you with a warm smile, she striked up a conversation, she was even apologizing for taking so long before talking to you. You said you didn't mind and understood, which she appreciated. After that, both of you just talked about your interests. Her elegant way of being able to hold a conversation was amazing, it really did amaze you. Not to mention that she was great at keeping secrets, she knew you had feelings for Scaramouche and she kept it hidden. She had no feelings for him or whatsoever, he was just a mere acquaintance to her, so you needn't worry.

Your whole conversation with Nilou was about Scaramouche. You kept gushing about him, and she listened. You kept telling her how much you loved him! Of course, you didn't say it too loud. You didn't forget that he was still in the classroom.

Time passed, it was now 6:55 AM. You had just finished conversing with your friend, she went back to her seat to prepare her things for the upcoming first class of the day. She excused herself while you fixed up your things and bringing out your notebooks to take notes.

Throughout the first period, you had noticed that Scaramouche kept taking quick glances at you. Those quick glances didn't look like he was giving you a death stare for what happened. It didn't look like he wanted to kill you, he just had his usual scowl on his face. But it was sort of different this time. His expression was unusually softer than it usually is, despite his expression still being a scowl.

As he was opening his mouth to call out yout name, his attention shifted to something else, which was a girl. You recognized her, she looked pretty. Her hair was long, and she put it up into a ponytail. There was something off about her smile, something that others usually never noticed because they were too focused on her looks and 'kindness.' You never really talked to her because you had a bad feeling about her and because you heavily dislike her. You would avoid her by any means. You don't know her name but she's seated beside Scaramouche. 'That should've been me! I should've been beside him.' You thought.

You felt quite disappointed, he was just about to call out to you, but some girl snatched his attention. You didn't openly glare at her, but you were still upset. But what could you do? Nothing.

A few minutes passed, and class ended. The adviser of your class told everyone to take a recess break, saying that the teacher of the second period was absent. You felt quite happy, really. Your teacher of your second subject was mean to you. Though you didn't leave the room yet, opting to look for Nilou before going to the cafeteria.

Then something caught your eye. It was the same girl from earlier, she was standing on the doorway, holding his hand. Scaramouche's hand.