#like i guess maybe for basics but again off the top of my head here

[deadbeandrop]

how is ur lumpus different from canon? sincere curiosity, he’s easy to boil down to insanity in the show LOL

thank you for the ask so early!!! weeeee! haven't even gotten started over here yet but off the top of my head...

a bit tighter characterization through organizing, balancing, and prioritizing

i understand that it's easy to say that, but you'd be surprised at how much is actually going on with him and what characterization is there to string together already — i like to look at him as sort of a bundle of contradictions that is both hypocritical of him but also just a matter of state of mind and something that makes unquestionable and inherent sense to me already.

he's authoritarian but cowardly and overly dependent on slinkman, he's apathetic and very grumpy yet emotional and whimsically playful and romantic, he's cynical and paranoid yet gullible and impulsive, he's selfish and egomaniacal yet very insecure, he's playing the adult, the boss man, and yet is awfully immature. he'll demand order, of peace and quiet, but not think twice about producing his own variety of chaos for everyone else when he's bored of it, too. he is never really satisfied for long, as something is always an issue. and a lot of that isn't actually so contradicting, either, nor does it somehow feel inconsistent or hard to figure out when to play with what! i already like pretty much all of traits the show gives me to work with...

and, in fact, if anything, the "insanity" is sort of at the bottom of my list — at most, there's room to work the paranoia, but at the end of the day, the approach to me is far from orientating on that, i don't find it particularly interesting, and i think he's a lot more than that in the majority of the show... well, i guess it's a Little funny to say that, because he's still very evidently unstable and i am interested in exploring the lows there, but... i think there's a difference between actually delving into playing with the issues there and Generic Cartoon Insanity. i'd rather skip coming off as ableist and just be sincere about it, like how by the end of things we're like, "oh, edward is like... in an abusive family situation."

that being said, "the battle of pimpleback mountain" is in my top 5 episodes anyway LOL (the "full-moon frying pan" joke is admittedly SO CLEVER. y'know... Lunacy)

and i've been wanting to work along a spectrum of health over the summer, right, but to also keep it... not... annoying to watch. at the start of the show, when they're still trying to get things going, both lumpus and slinkman are characterized a bit differently... which is clearly on purpose, since they are already trying to have slinkman get some character development and for lumpus to regress further and further. i want to do that too, just... a little better. a little different? (when it comes to lumpus, i feel like any redeeming qualities he has — the few and far between... — kind of gets left in the wayside a lot more, and when i have a lot of interest in thinking about the past, well. that's something i'd had to think about, because i'm not just starting from the beginning of the summer, i'm going alllll the way back...)

so, i actually do quite enjoy and can work with whatever's thrown at me here, and my deal is just about organizing, balancing and prioritizing it all, especially with the slightly different tone i think of stuff with... take "lights out" for example — lumpus is still the demanding and grumpy character that we see for the rest of the show, but his voice acting isn't as exaggerated, he tries to appeal to the scouts and get them to behave by getting them what they need, and at the end of the episode, even with as fed up as he is, he ends up genuinely trying to explain to them why all of this was so important to him in hope that they'll understand. even the crutch of the episode — the comet being so important to him because it's a memento — is very sweet! i think he's really cute in this episode! in "dosey doe" he's feeling so nervous over seeing jane that he's hiding under the desk and talking about how he's gonna be sick, and there's even this scene that is so funny to me in the same episode, like... i don't know, it's just sort of... wholesome? and funny at the same time! I WISH WE GOT MORE OF THAT! i like the tone of these scenes and these episodes and i think it's really fitting and that the show deserves to be on that level more often. i don't think stuff like that really happens as much later on, and i don't think the writing necessarily has to be pushed as far as it does, to also become more ungrounded, in order to be entertaining, since those early episodes are all very good on their own — the first two seasons are the best ones!

so, there's certain aspects i lean into a bit more than in canon (i like highlighting the anxiety he has and insecurity he shares with jane, they are both disasters) and certain aspects i lean out of (i think the extent of immaturity gets a little frustrating/hard to watch by the end of the show, which, at that point in general, there's some... weird... decisions going on...?), but overall i'm still working from the same basic concept of "slinkman gets some character development while lumpus regresses further and further".

and if i'm limiting my scope and really planning it all out, playing in my little sandbox, then that's a lot easier and more controlled of an environment than working for cartoon network on a deadline in the mid-2000s. it's just math! camp lazlo is actually lucky in this regard because we've got a designated set of time to work with here — the course of a summer, which, for my purposes, is a better approach than several. gravity falls is seeing some revived popularity rn, and that's a great show that i admire for its silly and serious tonal mix that also takes place over the summer... i like these characters and i wanna explore how they grow and... do the opposite of grow... and a summer is a good time for both lighthearted/humorous shenanigans And doing (gestures) This

adjusting the timeline

since it's an episodic show, there's like... i don't know, like 3 different retcons regarding lumpus's history? 4? there's the beginnings of lumpus and slinkman meeting in "slugfest", a new past of shared history in "dead bean drop", whatever the hell is going on with "the bean tree" (still a funny episode though), and the finale... maybe more. once again, not all contradictory, just sort of weird taken together all at once, and the show in general is non-linear. because of this, though, slinkman and lumpus' ages are just like... whateverrr at any given moment, they don't really give a fuck

i choose to prioritize the history in "dead bean drop" (over them meeting in the "slugfest" flashback) partially because i'm a sucker for thinking about all the stuff you could DO with lumpus and slinkman attending camp, and also because that's just what made the most sense to me, because... that's... pretty much slinkman's backstory episode... and if there's one thing i would prefer they didn't retcon, it would be something as important as that LMFAOOOO

so i hinge the timeline somewhere pretty much because i have to in order for anything to make sense, so any other history element is completely optional... the slugfest scene i'd probably fully adjust somehow, but i do reuse parts of the designs they have elsewhere...

orienting on the core of the character

so a Focus and Expansion are sort of my main assets here — if you're like me and you don't like the finale, and even if you DO, then what stands out to ask about him is "why is he here at camp kidney in the first place? why did he start working there, and is still working there, and/or [did all the shit that happens in the finale in the first place] if he hates it so much?" and "what the FUCK is his problem?"

and that's actually Where i string everything along, taking cues that are actually in the show — he was a scout himself ("beans and pranks" & "dead bean drop"), he had a bad relationship with his parents and feels unloved in general ("parents day"), he's very dependent on slinkman, he's emotionally unstable, he's a control freak and "where's lazlo" explores how things were a lot more structured before lazlo arrived, and most importantly, to me, the idea that he's "not ready for the real world" and doesn't consider camp kidney to be such ("handy helper").

i think it's a lot more interesting to see lumpus' lazy-ness as not Just that, as Unwillingness to Work (although that's the other half of it!) but also as this... absolutely pathetic sort of helplessness he has? and there's several episodes focusing around this sort of anxiety about facing those responsibilities and stuff, and in like the sense of actual anxiety, full-on-freak-outs about being left to "fend for himself" about it, too... i was laughing the other day watching "nursemaster" because all of the little lumpus cells or whatever could only say "SLINKMAN!!! :(" which is both so funny and so accurate, because he literally does get slinkman to do everything for him, not even just the hard stuff. if anything at all happens his instinct is usually to look to slinkman to handle it, whether that be as something as mundane as "who do i assign as edward's big boy mentor :(" (and that's not even something Difficult but it's enough for him to compulsively be unsure about it... so i'm like alright, i'll bite)

so, what i get out of all of it is this:

as a kid, camp kidney was the "place to get away from it all". he enjoys the outdoors, the structure (see: predictability) the summer camp gives him, the escape it provides from everything else in his life as a fun little summer getaway where he doesn't have to worry about all that, and his best friend slinkman. lumpus has always had trouble "handling" it all — people, emotions, responsibilities. life. a lot of this is part of why he picked up slinkman along the way, who is not only loyal (if someone never seems to leave no matter what you do, you can treat them however you want), but provides that assistance he needs in terms of responsibilities and emotional support, is mild-mannered, and doesn't get in the way of what he wants. both of these things — the camp and slinkman, which i sort of ground it all around — have something in common: a point of security. and that's because, fundamentally, lumpus is afraid of the "real world". he doesn't want to be alone or to have to go out there and be an adult — at heart, he's a kid that just wants to bunker down away from the world, to do and demand and to have anything what he wants, because he never really got that.

so what do you do, then? you go to what's familiar, what you know, and maybe even try to recapture and hold onto those little glimpses of joy you once had. you get your best friend to abandon the things that he wants to do with his life and you run camp together.

but when you've got so many issues, the stress keeps piling up, and it's not as easy as you thought, you also start to Hate the place. your "sanctuary" begins to crumble, your best friend — your only friend — starts to resent you. what happens now? the things he fantasizes about is more of the same to me: a comfy little role as grand legume where all you do is have gay little brunches in a position of even more power, fame and fortune where he'd be pampered and have all his needs attended to first and foremost, a retirement home where work is out of the question as part of the equation, or even a wife in jane, that with her own personality (the episode where she takes care of the dungs...) inevitably would slip into a similar role that slinkman would if he managed to actually hold on to her. (it was so sick and twisted that they had them get married even with the finale, like, can someone please END HIS LIFE?) and i think its very easy to tie all of that back to a similar point there, rather than, say, for attention and validation, like edward might want those things for. (well, he wants those things too, but it's not the priority)

but when you can't have all that, what else do you do? where else do you go? what's actually out there that you can handle, let alone without slinkman? so you stay, where it's "safe", and it just gets worse and worse.

ruling over his kingdom of preteens with his best friend Assistant with an iron fist so he can sit back and relax for a living isn't the "real world" to him — it was supposed to be the easy way out, and now it's not, and he's pissed off about it, and yet doesn't have anywhere else to go because slinkman is quite literally the only person left in his life. and not only that, but he also thinks its everyone else's fault, too. yahoo!

(i've been really into enneagram for character writing purposes lately, and lumpus is a very a fun intersection between type 6 and 7 — to put it all simply, he does whatever he needs to do to try to maintain a sense of security in order to do whatever the hell he wants.)

changing the ending of the show and therefore his character's path

and all of that leaves me with a path forward, where i don't think the canon ending is satiafying with everything i just wrote. i've only just recently figured out what i want to do "in the future" of it all, because originally, i was just sort of like... i don't know. dump his ass, slinkman? but i wanna play around with something more sympathetic in the end even if he is awful. unfortunately, i care about the fictional asshole moose too much and have outgrown what they were going for.

at the moment, i've been envisioning the ending of the Summer of Lazlo as like defeating the Final Boss over there, or something — i haven't put a lot of thought into it yet, i just want a better conclusion in General for this whole show, it deserves more than what we got.

and i also i want slinkman to pretty much get fed up and be on the brink of leaving him to fend for himself until he starts trying to get better — and that's no fun to actually happen, so i arrange a situation where slinkman is still around, but not all of the time. lumpus has got to learn how to manage things by himself — so i still throw him to the wolves and have him run a shitty little business. he's got to want to be good for and to someone else, too — so i strengthen his connection to slinkman and have him start to try and impose on someone else in like a father-ish way. it's still in the earliest stage of everything else i have going on, but definitely i wanna talk about it more soon cus it's fun to balance "lumpus tries to get better" through "it's still a rocky road that should be just as entertaining and what matters is that he's Trying."

(in comparison, slinkman is easy on this front because he's already perfect and literally already has a bit of an arc and evident character development over the show. go slinky!)

so yeah! those are the basics! help me!

[hellsslibrary]

hi so ive been binging ur works lol I love that u write for blue lock and specifically the male reader !!! Sosoo I'd love to request a shidou x mean top male reader ? Like shidou keeps acting out so reader puts him in his place?

I do three things on purpose. I make you cut onions so I don't cry, I cling to you during horror movies because you get too focused, and I bend over in front of you during training because you're a dirty dog (real quotes from my husband as titles day one).

MASTERLIST is here.

#a.n. : You two humiliating a non-existent guy for the size of his dick........ Basic Tuesday for any gays, I guess.

!!Warnings: tom!dom!male!reader, sub!bottom! Shidou, overstimulation, time before the first selection, so you fuck in a room full of other people at night..... So, humiliation of a guy for a dick actually (not in his face tho), sex on a futon, Shidou without hair gel (I heard that someone didn't like Shidou without gel and cried hyperbolically), he calls you 'cupcake' one time.

One hundred and seven times.

You've thought about killing him so many times. Strangle him. Take his head off. Castrate him. Burn him. Drown him... Anything, really. Why is this idiot even more annoying than usual? Who knows. Well, obviously not you.

Your eyes watched him praise a player again. Of course, this is not surprising for him, he is very respectful to good players, but now? Fuck, this is out of bounds.

You can see perfectly well how his hands stay on this guy for too long. And the way his eyes look at you from time to time. It's been repeated too many times today.

Does he want you to crack? But no. He's going to do it today. And it won't just crack, it will come apart at the seams.

The sound of the futon moving can be heard in an almost empty room as your body bends over his, while his face is buried in the pillow, trying not to moan too loudly. Not that he cares about it, but you do very much.

"I'm s-sorry, cu-cupcake, please—!" he exhales raggedly, clutching at the thin fabric, trying with all his might to stabilize himself and his body from your obviously not gentle thrusts, which seemed to knock his soul out of him piece by piece.

A rhetorical question escapes your lips, and an almost animal grin appears on your lips, seeing his condition. "Now we're just barking, right? You forgot how to bite pretty quickly."

Shidou just whimpers, feeling his body twitching from your thrusts inside his sloppy hole. His curls are disheveled on the bed, and some are stuck to his cheeks or neck from sweat. He just couldn't look into your eyes as usual, knowing full well that he would break even more... He dug his own grave after all.

"That guy couldn't have brought you to this state, you know? He definitely has a dick smaller than my little finger," you reason, lowering one of your hands from his waist lower, feeling the muscles of his stomach tighten as you slide over them, reaching his v-shaped line, and then his crotch. "Don't you agree?"

"Fuck, yes! Def-definitely, yes... Probably th-the same size as an a-ant," Ryusei giggles, swallowing his saliva, arching his back harder, which makes you hiss, feeling like he's become a little tighter.

Although his giggles immediately fade away when you grab his overexcited, spent cock. You immediately slap the hand that's trying to stop you, grabbing his length, making him choke on his own sob.

Tears began to form in his eyes, lingering on his blond eyelashes, and then trickling down his cheeks. He couldn't take another round! He wanted to, but probably couldn't. You're huge, you tease him, you fuck him, you humiliate someone for the size of his dick... Did I mention that you're huge? Anyway, it's fucking Hell! He's a fucking puddle under you, even though he wanted to stay under you like that, because that's actually what he wanted.

Maybe you'd be more gentle if your count of murder methods stopped at about sixty.

"Still fucking want me like this, huh? How many times did you cum?" you ask rhetorically, realizing that he won't answer, just smiling, and then slapping his ass, which makes him squeak, and you enjoy his sounds, because you can't see almost anything.

"Don't worry, I'll do it over and over again until you don't even have the thought of leaving me anymore, do you understand?" Ryusei nodded, and his cock jerked in your grip, forcing you to enter him up to the hilt, and then pull your dick out of him, which immediately turns around to look at you. "Or maybe I need to make it so that you can't stand at all without help..."

Shido pales almost immediately, sensing the sincerity in your voice, and then moans too loudly when you thrust into him again. Your hand tangles in his hair, pressing his face back into the pillows so that he doesn't wake anyone up and so that he stops making silly excuses about how he wants you to pull out your dick.

He looked like a black hole right now, honestly. So he'd better not pretend to be a clogged pipe right now.

[wynnerwynner]

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑

joaquin torres x afab!military!reader

synposis: y/n and joaquin are reunited years after breaking off their engagement for a mission requiring her set of skills.

request: yes

warnings: brief descriptions of gore, angst (happy ending, dw), use of the word s*icide once

wc: 3k

a/n: was gonna make this into two parts but after editing i decided not to! i apologize if things feel rushed i honestly was fighting for my life trying to come up with a plot 😃 i hope you enjoy jen <3

“What do you got for me, kid?”

“We’re gonna need backup,” Joaquin sighed, pushing the end of his pen into his temple until it clicked.

“What do you mean ‘we’re gonna need backup’?”

Joaquin sat back in his swivel chair, adjusting his phone against his ear. “The base’s security systems are too advanced. I haven’t seen anything like this before. Look, I know someone from high school who could crack this sort of thing.”

“Oh, no,” Sam laughed incredulously. “No, no. We’re not letting any of your buddies in on a top-secret mission,”

“She’s not a buddy!” Joaquin hesitated, eyeing the multitude of screens before him. “She’s, uh���”

“She’s your ex, isn’t she?”

Joaquin shot forward, nearly banging his elbow on the desk, “Maybe, but that’s beside the point.” He heard Sam’s loud laugh on the other end and cringed inwardly. “Look, she’s military. She’s DIA—”

“You’re talking about enemy territory here, Joaquin.”

“I know, I know, just… just trust me, okay? She might work for the government but she’s never really ‘worked for the government’.”

“Yeah, I know those kinds,” said Sam. “So why’d you break up?”

Joaquin searched the small room for some sort of way out.

“She broke up with you, didn’t she?”

“Hey, why do you just assume she broke up with me? Am I not capable of breaking up with someone?”

“You’re getting defensive, Joaquin,” Sam’s loud laugh echoed across the line. “And what makes you think she’d wanna talk to your ass?”

“Well, she won’t but she’d like to talk to Captain America’s.”

“Oh, no, don’t you go dragging me in the middle of whatever happened between you two—”

“I’m not! I’m not. I swear,” he defended. “She always liked Black Widow and—and Anonymous. Natasha Romanoff was basically her idol. She’s likely seen that you have your own agenda despite the shield so she’d listen to you more than me.”

Joaquin bit into his pen as he listened to the silence from Sam’s end.

“Fine. We’re to meet her in person, though. Keep it light.”

“You got it, Cap.”

Joaquin ended the call and pulled up his contacts. He typed in her name and stared at the profile, his thumb hovering over the phone button as anxiety roiled his gut. It had been years since they’d last spoken and the thought of breaking their no-contact felt like breaking a sanctioned rule. If he called her and she picked up, what did that mean?

It meant nothing.

“Hi.”

Y/N said it like a question, but he could hear that she also had an inkling as to who it could be. She deleted his number from her phone, he guessed, or maybe changed his contact name. Joaquin realized he hadn’t said anything when she said his name, this time without assumption in her tone.

“Hi,” he said like the word was beaten out of him. “Uh, hi. Y/N. Um…”

“Are you drunk again?”

“Uh, no,” he scratched the back of his head a little too hard. “No, I am not drunk this time. Uh…”

He heard a creak from her end of the line that he recognized a little too well. She still had her old office chair. Joaquin imagined her sitting back in it, the chair leaning back from her weight.

“I need to ask a favour—”

“Right,” she chuckled incredulously.

He was losing her again.

“No, no. I’m sorry. Look, I’m sorry. God,” he dropped his forehead to the desk with a thump. “Uh, Captain America needs a favour.”

“Captain America?” she said, feigning excitement. “I didn’t know you were a superhero.”

“Yeah, I’m, uh, the new falcon,” he said proudly to the underside of his desk.

“I know, Joaquin.”

“Yes, you do. Right,” he dropped his head against the wood again.

“If Captain America needs my help, why isn’t he contacting me directly?”

“Because,” he drawled, fighting to think of an explanation. “Because I am his guy in the chair and I recommended you to him.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question—”

“Look, Y/N, I know things are… weird between us but I wouldn’t be bothering you if it wasn’t important. Please.”

The chair creaked again and he heard footsteps. She was pacing.

“I can’t talk about it while we’re on record so please, just… whatever works for you, Cap and I will meet you in person.”

He could hear her breathing. He could see her pacing in her room, fingernail between her teeth as she thought. He heard tapping, then his phone vibrated.

“Check your messages.”

The line went quiet and he pulled his phone from his ear to see she’d ended the call.

From a random number, he read: Benjamin Grenup Monument. Tomorrow, 10am.

The next morning, Joaquin and Sam made their way through a cemetery.

“Judging by the fact that we’re fifteen minutes early,” said Sam, “I’d assume you’re a little excited.”

“I’m not excited.”

He was a little excited.

“Then why do you look like you’re about to jump out of your pants?”

Joaquin’s head whipped to him, his eyes narrowed. “Why would you word it like that?”

They stopped before the monument, the graveyard empty save for a young man at a grave a couple yards away.

“Well how else am I meant to word it?” Sam asked, raising his chin. “You look like you have ants in your pants.”

“See, you could have just said that. Instead you had to make it weird—”

“You’re early.”

Y/N walked up to them with her hands in her vest pockets, zipper up to her chin to ward off the cool wind. She exposed a bare hand to rid the hair from her eyes.

“You must be Y/N,” Sam stepped forward.

“And you’re Captain America,” she shook his hand, a small smile on her lips.

Should he shake her hand? No, that’s too formal. Should he wave? No, that’s weird.

“Hi,” he croaked.

Sam’s head slowly spun around, the word “dude” stamped across his expression.

“Is someone gonna tell me why I’m here?” she asked.

It had been almost six years since he last saw her and yet she still looked the same. His heart ached at the sight of her.

“Uh…” he fumbled.

“First,” Sam saved him, “I want to know why this kid thinks so highly of you.”

Y/N glanced at Joaquin, “I’d like to know that, too.”

Joaquin cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair. “Y/N was top of our class in high school. Joined the army right out of graduation, became a sergeant, was then recruited by INSCOM.”

“Why INSCOM?” Sam asked curiously.

“I’m really good at coding,” she answered with a nod, eyes wide in emphasis. “I also solved a couple of cold cases. Turns out recruiters turn a blind eye to legality when it comes to uncovering terrorists.”

“That’s not all,” Joaquin interjected, closing the distance between them.

Y/N stared at him. To Sam, her gaze was blank, but to Joaquin it was a warning.

“What’s…” Sam looked between them, “I feel like I’m interrupting something.”

Y/N’s leg bounced and her eyes narrowed. Joaquin nodded in reassurance.

“When the Blip happened,” she began, “life insurance skyrocketed, payments wouldn’t go out. They said because there was no body, no evidence, they wouldn’t pay. Suicide reached a record-breaking peak around the world in all of recorded history; homelessness, violence, and crime included.”

“So you lended a hand,” said Sam.

Y/N smiled, but there was no joy behind it. “I did.”

“I’m assuming your employers don’t know.”

“No,” she shook her head. “It wasn’t just me, anyway. I know some who made millions, but I didn’t want a pay off. It wasn’t fair that I sat back with my talents and didn’t use them in a time of need. I helped families off the streets, paid for spots in retirement homes…”

“So what have you been doing since everyone came back?”

Y/N looked around, her tongue darting out to her bottom lip. The young man from earlier had left, leaving just them.

“Iron Man did more harm than good when he brought everyone back,” she said. “My parents were on a plane to Hawaii when they were snapped.”

Joaquin’s eyebrows furrowed deeply. He hadn’t known. How could he? Maybe he should’ve reached out when the Blip happened. Another regret to add to the list.

“I went through it all over again,” she continued. “What was left of us were doing triple the work, if not more, for less pay. I lost my apartment; I had to get roommates again. But the insurance companies saved a buck so it really wasn’t all that bad, right?”

“I didn’t know,” Joaquin said.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” said Sam.

She shook her watch out from under her sleeve. “Now that I’ve told you my life story, it’s your turn. You’re running out of time here.”

“There’s this terrorist organization we’ve been tasked of uncovering,” Joaquin explained. “We found their base but it’s protected by some sort of electromagnetic field connected to a coded security system. We need you to come with us to the facility. If you get close enough, you’ll be able to hook up to the servers and find your way through. We’ll provide you with a weapon in case it gets messy.”

Y/N looked back and forth between them. “What do you think I am, some kind of Avenger? I haven’t been out in the field in years. I do everything at a desk.”

Joaquin glanced to Sam. “No?”

“That’s right. Good luck, guys. Bye, Joa—”

“I fucked up.” Joaquin’s words made her freeze. He stared at her back in desperation. “I—I’m aware of that. I don’t deserve your help, but Sam does. Don’t say no just because I’m involved. You do this for Sam and I’ll block your number. I’ll move states, if you want me to. You’ll never have to hear from me again.”

“Damn, Joaquin, what’d you do, man?” Sam whispered.

Y/N turned on her heel. “He wouldn’t stop doing stupid shit,” she answered. “I was tired of fearing for my fiancé’s life.”

Sam stared down Joaquin with wide, shocked eyes.

Joaquin prayed to every god known to man that Y/N would hear him out. She was thinking hard—he could tell by the way she tucked her mouth behind the neck of her vest. Her eyes roved the ground a moment before she looked up again.

“Fine,” she said to Sam. Her eyes caught Joaquin’s, the first time in years she properly looked him in the eye. “You owe me. Big time.”

***

A couple days later, Joaquin, Sam, and Y/N met in the tree line surrounding an abandoned warehouse.

“You should see an energy shield around the building,” Sam said through the coms, circling the perimeter of the tree line in the sky.

“Roger,” Y/N typed away on her computer.

Joaquin watched the warehouse beside her, hands on his hips as he observed any signs of activity.

“They have an alarm system attached to it,” she informed. “You’ll have thirty seconds to get in before it guards all entry again.”

“All right, it’s just a quick in and out, Joaquin,” said Sam. “Incapacitate the soldiers, the authorities will do the rest.”

“Got it,” Joaquin replied. “Go ahead,” he nodded to Y/N.

He watched as she continued working on the computer. It felt like they were back in high school. Whenever he couldn’t find her, he’d go to the library. She was always sat at a table surrounded by books or before a computer, chin in her hand as she focused on the screen.

“Y/N,” he found himself saying.

“What?” she didn’t take her eyes off the device.

“I’m sorry.”

Her head cocked, “I’m sure you are.”

“I mean it, Y/N. I really am sorry.” She glanced at him and he took it as an invitation to continue. “I wish I could have been there for you during the Blip. It wasn’t fair you had to go through that alone. It isn’t fair you’re still going through it alone.”

Y/N looked him up and down, eyeing his Falcon suit. “If you make it out of this alive, there’s this new food truck near my old apartment. We can talk about it all, then.”

A smile brightened Joaquin’s face. “That sounds good.”

“But no stupid shit, Joaquin,” she pointed at him warningly like she had so many times before. “No showing off. I know you’re a superhero now but I will make you move countries if you act like you’re invincible.”

“Yep. Got it. No stupid shit,” he said quickly, clapping his hands together once.

“All right, boys, you’ve got thirty seconds in five… fo—”

Joaquin darted from the trees, staying low as he approached.

Three… two… one.

“Grid is down,” said Y/N.

Silence, then a crash as Sam shattered through the skylight. Joaquin kicked the door in, stepping into the chaos of the armed men inside. Within a couple of minutes, they had them restrained and disarmed. As Joaquin was checking pulses, sirens signalling the arrival of authorities rang out.

“Oh, shit—” From Y/N’s end of the line, two gunshots went off, echoing up the slight slope to the warehouse.

“Y/N, you all right?” Joaquin asked.

A wave of heat came over his limbs as pure adrenaline took over him.

“Sergeant Y/LN, come in,” Sam pressed his finger to his com.

Another round of shots went off and Joaquin booked it. He shoved past men in full armour as they made their way into the building. The grass, still slippery from the morning dew, caused him to slide and he tripped into the trees. A man in a ghillie suit lay dead, half his face blown off and his suit soaked with blood around his throat.

Heavy breathing and a whine of pain caught Joaquin’s attention. Y/N lay beside her dropped laptop, the screen shattered with a bullet hole through the middle. Dark, red blood spilled from her stomach.

“Shit,” Joaquin dropped to his knees hard on the sticks and leaves. He shouted and screamed for help, putting enough pressure on the wound to possibly break a rib.

“I don’t wanna die,” Y/N cried, gripping his suit like he was the only thing anchoring her to the earth. “I don’t wanna die. Don’t let me die, Joaquin.”

“I’ve got you, Y/N, you’re going to be fine,” he said as tears sprung to his eyes.

“I don’t wanna go. I don’t wanna go.”

For the first time, Joaquin realized exactly how Y/N felt anytime he came home with bruises or scrapes. He used to only be able to imagine what she felt when she got a call he’d been injured on the field. He knew, now, how horrible it felt. It was like ice weaving through his veins yet it made his heart feel on fire. He was sure there was a fire starting in his lungs.

Medics rushed toward them, convincing him to move aside so they could start their work.

“Don’t let me go,” she panicked, gripping his hand.

“I won’t,” he trembled, squeezing her back. “I won’t, I promise.”

The only time Joaquin let go of her hand was so they could put her on the stretcher. In the ambulance, she fought for consciousness. Despite his pleading and coaxing, she closed her eyes. It was hours in the uncomfortable waiting room chair before the surgeon spoke to him. He’d handed over his information and when the receptionist declined his request to cover her expenses because he was merely considered intelligence, not an active-duty Captain, Sam talked his way into covering it.

Joaquin remained by her side in the hospital room until she woke up.

“Hey,” he said softly, reaching for her hand.

Joaquin instinctively reached for her face with his free one. He’d brushed hair out of her eyes so many times that it’d become a habit to just caress the skin at her temple. Years later and it was still with him.

“What happened?” she croaked.

“Um, you had some internal bleeding,” he explained, clearing his throat as tears burned the back of his eyes. “They got the bullet out but you’ve been out a little while. You should be discharged tomorrow.”

“I can’t afford this, Joaquin,” she tried to push herself up. “I can’t pay—”

“No, Y/N—” Joaquin pushed her gently back down. He squeezed her hand, running the pad of his thumb over her knuckles. “It’s all right. You don’t have to pay for anything.”

Her eyes bounced back and forth between his. “Don’t tell me you paid.”

“Sam handled it. As you said,” he sniffed, “I owed you.”

She sighed, gazing down at their hands.

“Y/N, you could’ve died,” Joaquin breathed.

“Well, now you know how it felt.”

It was like a knife to the chest.

“I did—I do.” He shook his head, a tear trailing down his cheek. “I can’t say how sorry I am. I… I never wanted to hurt you. I loved you… so much. I still love you.”

Y/N sniffed and rubbed the back of her hand under her eyes.

“I understand if you don’t,” he continued, “but if you’re willing to try again, I’ll put down the wings. I’ll stop. I’ll find a different career. Anything you want.”

“Joaquin.” Y/N lifted her free hand to place it on top of his. “I would never ask you to give up your dreams. I’ve only ever wanted you to remember that I needed you, too. I need you. Do you understand that?”

Joaquin nodded stiffly, bringing her fingers to his lips. She cupped his cheek and his eyes closed as he leaned into her touch. He entwined his fingers with hers over the back of her hand and kissed her palm.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he mumbled against her skin.

“I’ve missed you, too,” she replied through silent tears.

“I’m assuming this means we’re still on for the food truck?”

Y/N laughed and it brought a smile to Joaquin’s face. The air between them felt lighter and it almost made him want to cry more.

“Yes, we’re still on for the food truck.”

[cutebat]

Yandere Batfam x Neglected, but Defiant Reader

The Other Half

Warning(s): Yandere themes (at the end), neglect, mentions of pills (but she doesn't actually take them), a lot of swearing, stealing, mentions of cheating and bribery, attempted guilt tripping, forcing to drop out, reader is just a millennial in the 2020s

(This chapter is basically the other part of the prologue, and I fixed some things. Most of this chapter just shows reader's personal life at school.)

~~~~~

How long has it been has you stopped being Batgirl?

Days... Weeks... Months... A year?

Honestly, you don't really care. It's more like you don't feel to care anymore.

After you threw out your costume in that dumpster, you just lost all hope of whatever you'll become.

You were walking down the hallway of the Wayne manor as you think about all of this.

If nobody really cared about what you did, then why bother keep going? I mean, your family didn't really give you a lot of praise.

You let out a heavy sigh as you enter the bathroom. When you locked the door, you couldn't help but stare at yourself in the mirror.

Your eyes were still kinda empty but a little bright at the same time. Your hair feels so smooth and soft. And your skin... it just looks so perfect. This makes you think to yourself...

Since when did you become so pretty?

After staring at yourself in the mirror, you were about to leave the bathroom before you gaze lands on something.

It was an orange pill bottle.

"SSRI..."

You mutter out as you read the label.

You opened the door to peak to see if anyone was in the hallway. Coast clear.

With that, you took the pill bottle and put it in your top since you didn't have any pockets.

~~~~~

The first week when you started eighth grade came by quickly.

You were just wandering down around the hallway alone as many students walked by you to either go to class or skip to go somewhere.

As you walked down the hallway, you spotted someone approaching you.

"Uh, hey."

The voice calls out to you as the person walks towards you.

It was a guy with slightly bushy blonde hair with brown eyes. He seems to be around your age.

You only blinked before you spoke up.

"Hi."

You responded blankly.

"Um, are you new here?"

He asks as he rubs the back of his head.

"I've been going here for two years."

You said as you just stood there, staring at this boring looking guy.

"Oh, cool... I just thought that since I've never seen you around here before. Anyway, do you know where your classes are?"

He asks which makes you tilt your head to the side a bit.

"Kinda. I've seen all of the classes here around this building, so I think I'm going to be fine."

You said as you place your hand on your hip.

"Okay, that's cool. I'm Peter, by the way. What's your name?"

The guy whose name is Peter introduces himself with a small smile.

You were silent for a bit, surprised that someone actually spoke to you. You decided to... be nice, I guess.

"(name)."

You simply replied with your hand still on your hip.

"Aw, cool. It was nice meeting you (name). Hey, if you want, maybe we can hang out. You know, as friends? Maybe more...?"

Peter said as if he had high hope.

You just blinked before you replied.

"I literally just met you."

"Well... yeah, but-"

The guy tries to explain himself before you caught him off again.

"Well, I'm going to find my class now. See ya."

You said before you turned and walked away.

Was that guy really trying to hit on you?

~~~~~

You enter the classroom that seems to look like any other classroom.

"Ah, we have our first tardy student. Welcome to English 2. My name is Ms. Tucker, what is yours?"

The teacher said as she turned to you.

You stayed by the doorway for a moment, looking unfazed.

"Um... Beyoncé?"

You replied which made the students in the class laugh.

"Settle down! I have to look it up in the attendance sheet, then..."

Your teacher said with a sigh before she pointed at an empty desk, indicating that your new seat was.

As you sat down, Ms. Tucker speaks up again.

"Alright then, now I see that everyone's present, I want to start off with some first day reading. Basically, like silent reading time."

She said before a girl raised her hand.

"Can we read manga?"

She asks, which makes the teacher raise her eyebrow.

"Is that like... a comic book?"

"Does it even matter?"

"Well, I don't think they're fitting for your age."

"You literally just said to 'read a book'. Manga is technically a book."

"I'm not sure if that's school appropriate."

"I just saw a manga section in the school library earlier, how the fuck is that not school appropriate?"

"Not getting to the point here. I'm just saying to read something more like you kids would like."

"And what's that?"

"How about... The Catcher in the Rye? Written by J.D. Salinger?"

Everyone fell silent before you spoke up.

"You're such a fucking white mom, it's not even funny."

This made everyone in the class burst out laughing.

"Excuse me, young lady?"

"You heard me, bitch."

The students laughed even more.

"Go to the headmaster's office!"

Ms. Tucker yells as she points to the door.

~~~~~

"You're on thin ice on the first day, (name)."

The headmaster said with her hands on her hips.

"It's not my fault that Ms. Tucker is such a bitch and also, there was this other girl who interrupted her."

You said as you were seated in front of her.

"Don't shift this onto someone else, (name). We're talking about you right now."

"So, what am I supposed to do? Accidentally call my teacher a fucking white mom?"

"You're supposed to follow the school rules and not insult your teachers. You should've known this."

"I do."

"Then, why did you do it anyway?"

You purse your lips before you respond.

"Because it's funny."

Your response made your headmaster sigh to calm herself down.

"Well... if this doesn't work out for you, we can always transfer you in an alternative educational system instead."

She suggests using a calm, patient expression on her face.

"I swear to god if you put me in one of those schools that have nothing but those weird, delusional people who believe in 'those' kinds of inclusivity topics, I will actually bully the fuck out of all of them."

You told her with a slightly irritated expression on your face.

"I wasn't implying to those schools, (name). We have other educational systems for students who don't seem to get along."

Your headmaster said which made you raise your eyebrow.

"Really now?"

"I wouldn't try to get into them if I were you. Please believe me when I tell you that the school you're in right now is actually a good thing."

She explains to you which made you seem to be in more thought.

~~~~~

Later in lunch, you were sitting at a table alone as you stared down at the food that Alfred made for you.

"Damn, it's fucking freezing in here. Why do they always turn up the AC?"

You mutter to yourself as you slightly shiver.

"Fucking tell me about it."

A voice pipes up that makes you look up to see two girls who are wearing the same uniform as you, walking over to you.

"Oh, sorry. Were you guys sitting here? I can move if you want."

You said before one of them shook her head.

"Nah, it's fine. You seem cool."

She said as she and the other girl sits down in front of you.

"I'm Noelle, and this is Sasha."

The girl in the bob cut said as the other girl nodded.

"I'm (name)."

You said in a bored tone.

"(name)... such a cute name. I like it."

Noelle said with a small smile.

"So, where did you come from?"

"The headmaster's office."

You said as you roll your eyes.

"Damn, the headmaster's office on the first day? What did you do?"

Sasha asks as she rests her chin on the palm of her hand.

"I told Ms. Tucker that she was a fucking white mom."

You respond in an emotionless tone.

"She is, isn't she?"

"Yeah, except I don't think she's married or anything."

"You don't need to be married to be a mom."

"That's true."

"Anyway, that was really good."

"I know."

You said with a small smirk on your face, feeling a sense of pride in yourself.

As the three of you were chatting, someone walks up to your table.

"Hey, guys. Hey, Sasha..."

Looking up, you see a slightly tall guy with brown hair, towering over the three of you.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Sasha asks as she glares up at the guy.

"It's me. Ian? I was in your social studies class last year. You know, year 8? You used to copy off of the tests that we took. I'm also in your geography class right now."

He said as Sasha just blankly stared up at him.

"Okay... cool."

"So, anyway, I actually wanna ask you something."

Ian said as he glanced down at the three girls below.

"Who?"

You ask with your eyebrow lifted.

"You, actually."

"Wait, me? Why?"

"I heard about you calling Ms. Tucker names and got sent to the office for that. I want to say that's actually pretty cool."

"Thanks, I guess."

"Yeah, so, anyway... I want to know if you're free either tonight or tomorrow."

"Why do you want to know?"

"I actually want to... take you out on a date."

"A date?"

You ask out loud with your eyes wide.

"Yeah. It's not going to be too extreme... just a simple night out at my favorite spot."

Ian said with a smile.

"And where's that?"

You ask with your eyebrow raised.

"The arcade at the alleyway."

"An arcade? Out of all the places, an arcade is your go to spot?"

"Yeah. It's pretty old, but it's also kinda cool."

You just blinked as you were in thought. The guy himself seemed pretty boring, but on second thought, you don't really want to go back home after school.

"Yeah, sure."

"Wait, really?"

Ian said out of suprise.

"Yeah, I have nothing else to do. My home life is pretty shitty anyway, so I have no problem."

You tell him.

"Oh, sweet. Okay, then. I'll give you my number to send you the location. It was nice meeting you."

He said before he placed a piece of paper in front of you before he walks off.

"Holy shit..."

Noelle mutters out.

"You got asked out by a grade 9 student."

Sasha said as she stared into you.

"Yeah... Is that a problem?"

You ask.

"No, not at all. It's just that... you got asked out by someone on the first day. That's pretty impressive."

Sasha said in an amazed tone.

"Yeah. I won't be that surprised that it's a super lame dude, but an older dude is kind of just... wow."

Noelle said with her eyes wide.

"So, if I get asked out by an older guy, does that mean it's a good thing?"

You ask as you lean back to your seat.

"Well, it depends on the guy. If he's just a few years older than you, that's fine. But really old dudes, no way."

Sasha said as she stares at your food.

"Hey, are you going to eat that? My mom won't make me anything cause I told her that her new haircut looks like a really trashy lesbian would have, and the school lunch here is just not it."

"Yeah, sure, go ahead. The temperature in here made me lose my appetite."

You said as you pushed your lunch towards her.

~~~~~

After school, you went through a very long day.

You had your date with that Ian guy at the arcade. It's pretty trashy but kinda fun. He even got you this massive bunny plushie. After the date, he wanted to take you home, but you just left before he could say anything else. Then, you end up meeting a guy who seems to be around a few years older than you on your way home. He took you to an abandoned building, but he ended up falling asleep the second you two entered. So, you ended up taking his wallet for an Uber. Once the driver dropped you off, he gave you his number for some reason. It was weird, but you took it anyway cause, why not.

~~~~~

"Whew, what a day..."

You muttered to yourself as you entered the Wayne manor.

"Miss (name), where on earth have you been?"

Alfred, the family butler, asks out of shock as he comes downstairs to find you coming inside.

"At an arcade."

You reply in a blank tone.

"So, I'm supposed to believe the story of you being at an arcade after school all night?"

The old butler wonders with his eyebrow lifted.

"All night? I was there for about what... Two or three hours."

"It's two in the morning, miss (name)."

"Oh, wow. I really hung around that building for that long?"

You mutter to yourself out of surprise.

"What building are you talking about, miss (name)?"

Alfred asks as he walks up to you.

"Some abandoned building I went to after my date at that shitty arcade."

You tell the butler as he kneels down to your height.

"How far away were you? Did you walk? Your uniform is a mess!"

He asks as he took a look at you.

"Nah, I got myself an Uber. It's fine."

You tell him with your tone still blank as ever.

"Miss (name), I don't think it's a good idea to accept rides from strangers."

Alfred said with a heavy sigh as he led you upstairs.

"That's how Ubers work, Alfred. You just find someone pretty close to your location and let them drive you anywhere you want. It's like going on a taxi."

You explain to him as he takes you to your bedroom and lets you sit down on your desk chair.

"I suppose. However, you could have given Master Richard or Master Jason to pick you up. I think that'll be a safer option."

Alfred said in reply as he took out some comfortable clothes from your closet and handed them over to you.

"Why the hell should I call these fuckers? They don't give a shit about me anyway."

You snap at the butler as you snatch your clothes from him and go inside your own bathroom.

It was silent as Alfred stood in front of your bathroom door with a concerned expression and a heavy heart. Then, he speaks up again.

"I tried to talk to them again today, especially to Master Bruce. But, I got no response from all of them. I really tried. I'm really sorry, miss (name)."

His words made the old butler pursed his lips as he let out a sigh. He feels guilty that he didn't try enough for your family to at least give you a glance. He's been doing this ever since you got neglected and tried every single day with no response.

That's when you open the bathroom door with you wearing the clothes that he gave you. A yellow sweatshirt and a black skirt.

"It's fine, just forget about it. I appreciate though."

You tell him as you look up at him.

"Sorry for snapping at you a second ago..."

You added as you put some of your hair strands behind your ear.

However, the butler only smiles as he kneels down to your height once again.

"I understand, miss (name). It's not your fault. None of this is."

He reassures you as he places both of his hands on your shoulders.

"Even though they might not pay attention to you that much, I will always be by your side."

He tells you that made you smile a little.

"Thanks, Alfred."

You mutter out.

"Also, let's keep me coming back home a secret, okay? I know that they won't care if they find out, but still."

You add with a chuckle that made the butler smile.

"Alright. But, I will advise you to go to bed now. It's a school night, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

Meanwhile, unknowingly to you, someone was beside your bedroom door, listening in the conversation.

~~~~~

Since then, you've never felt so... free.

You became friends with those two girls from lunch, and more guys asked you out while you two timed them the same time, and some of the teachers were so easy to bribe off that you ended up skipping most of your classes. At least you were still passing.

You also stayed up at night to do stuff like going out, doing some more lame dates, and most of all, just chilled out.

As long Alfred kept quiet about all this, then none of this would have a problem. Not that you have too much to worry about.

Life is going so well for you.

For now.

~~~~~

When the first semester ended and winter break started, you had a packed schedule ahead. You're planning to go on dates for the next two weeks straight. It was going to be tough, especially hanging around with a bunch of weird guys, but hey, at least they're buying you things that you want.

As you entered your bedroom because you forgot your phone, you were suprised to see...

Bruce?

He was sitting on your bed and seemed to be deep in thought before he looked up to see you standing by in the doorway.

"What are you doing in here?"

You ask as you walk into your room.

Bruce seems to be nervous before he lets out a sigh.

"(name)... we need to have a talk."

He said as he looked straight into your eyes which made you groan.

"Oh my god... Can we talk about this later? I have a date to go to."

You ask that made him a little frustrated.

"You're not going anywhere tonight, (name)."

He said that made you a little surprised.

"Why the hell not?"

"Watch your tone, young lady."

"Since when did you address me that?"

"Not the point right now."

Bruce lets out a sigh before he looks down at you.

"Look, I... was told about your behavior for the past months and I took a look through your things to check up on what was going on. I... didn't know what you were going through. None of us did. We didn't know that this the reason why you're behaving like this at school and started hanging out with the wrong people."

He tells you as he places his hand on your shoulder.

"I'm really sorry, (name)... I really am. Even though you can't forgive me for what I did, I'll try my best to be the best father you've ever had. I told the others about this and they'll start behaving and treat you the way that you deserve."

You just stood there, as if you heard the biggest news of your life, except not in a good way. It's as if something hit you right in the gut.

"Oh, shit! Um... okay."

You mutter out as you just stare at your adopted father.

Sensing your tenses, Bruce decided to go into more detail. Which was not a good idea...

"Because of this, I decided that you should be around people who me and the others will find alright. Since I don't know who you're around, Damian will check who your friends and the people you date are. Also, the family wants you to be around them. Such as spending time with them and basically having fun. Something that you never got to experience."

Now, this. This felt like a nuclear bomb dropped into your head.

"Are you serious...? Like, are you actually fucking serious right now?"

You ask as your eye twitches a bit.

"You really thought I could just accept whatever shit that comes out of your mouth because you suddenly remember what you and those other fuckers treated me? Now, you want me to drop out of the life that I kinda enjoy? You sure are funny, are you?"

You said in a bitter tone before your lips curled into a snarl.

"I will never forget about the shit that I went through to please you and that shitty family that I was forced to be a part of."

You added as you walked to Bruce and got in his face before you spit out the next two words out of your mouth.

"Fuck you and your family."

With that, you stormed out of your bedroom as Bruce calls out for you.

~~~~~

Your mind was flooded with so much anger that you ended up forgetting about the three dates that you were supposed to go to today.

This wasn't the way you wanted to start your winter break.

You don't know why, but you stormed into the attic and sat down on the floor.

"Fuck!"

You yelled out as you panted slightly.

As you were panting, you looked down to finally notice a glittery diary in your hand. Since when did you get your hand on this?

You can't help but open the diary to find all the pages empty. It's not really a suprise then you never used it in your life. You don't even remember when you got this.

So, you looked around before your eyes landed on a random pen lying on the ground. Without thinking, you picked it up and opened the diary to the very first page.

With that, you started to write your 'entry'.

It's time to show the world of this game that you're forced to be in.

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[kbbueckers]

jealous

overview: diana gets jealous while you two are out

characters: diana taurasi x reader

warnings: ending is kinda rushed if you obviously couldn't tell, not proofread, smut (r receiving), jealousy

author notes: next time there will be a reader giving part i promise🙏 (maybe), this was supposed to be a kate fic but i wrote it and it didn't feel like her so i changed it to diana, fluff coming soon, ty guys sm for the support once again and merry christmas🩷🩷🎄

you, diana, and a group of your friends were going out as practice for basketball was coming up soon so she wouldn't be able to go out with her busy schedule, you two decideding to try and make the most of it.

diana walked through the busy crowd of the club looking for you after going to get drinks. she found you sitting in the middle of your group of friends on a booth. after making everyone move over so she could sit down next to you, she handed you your drink. 

as you laughed and talked amongst your friends, diana had her eye on one particular person the entire time, a friend of yours, a male friend in particular who had continued to touch you and graze his hand against your thigh almost the entire night.

you could feel diana's energy, she was slightly off but you had no idea why, you had no idea why until you got home. "you okay baby?" you asked, shutting the front door behind you as she sat down on the couch.

"i don't know, why don't you ask your friend?" she snapped. you gave her a confused look, trying to think back to what your friends possible could have done to make her angry.

"what do you mean, what was wrong with my friends?" she cut you off. "not your friends, your friend. that guy. he had his hand on your thigh basically the entire night, and you just sat there and let it happen." 

she looked over at you, as you stood there looking innocent, she knew she couldn't stay mad at you for long. "come here." as you walked over to her, she pulled you down on to your lap and gave you a few kisses on your neck before moving up to your ear and gently whispering. "wanna know you can make it up to me?"

you barely even had time to nod before she spoke again. "take off this dress and go lay down in our room, i'll be there a minute." you quickly stood up and basically ran to the room, removing your dress and high heels and sitting on the bed against the headboard.

after a few minutes of waiting for her, diana came back with a blue box and a white ribbon on top. "this was supposed to be a christmas present, but i guess we can use it now." diana opened the box to reveal a pink strap.

she didn't even give you time to get your thoughts together before putting it around her waist and greedily tugging on your underwear. "ready?" you nodded and helped her remove your underwear.

diana pushed the tip against you, as you let out a whine. "you like that baby?" she smiles as she sinks into you completely, giving you a small kiss on the forehead after. after leaving you time to get adjusted, she slowly begins to pound into you.

"fuck diana." you throw your head back, wrapping your arms around her body for support as she begins to go faster. "baby i can't." you whine, making scratch marks down her back. "you know you can, stay just like that for me." she wraps her arm around your waist. 

diana speeds up, pounding into you harder as moans continuously fall from your mouth, the moans growing louder as she continues. "feel good?" she says breathlessly, receiving a nod from you in response. 

"i need to cum." you whine, afraid she wouldn't let you as payback for earlier. to your surprise, she tightens her arm around your waist before nodding. "go ahead baby." your legs wrap around her body shaking lightly as you release. 

after helping you through your orgasm, she pulls out and walks to the bathroom to clean you up after removing the strap. once she finishes, she lays down next to you, giving you another kiss on your forehead. "sorry for earlier baby, i was just jealous." 

you shake your head, pulling her closer to you. "doesn't matter, i love you diana." diana puts her arms around your waist, "i love you too baby. 

[tommydarlings]

Sweet little angel | m.v

pairing: mean!dom!max x sub!reader

warnings: smut, possessive behaviour, chocking, dacryphilia, orgasm denial

w/c: 1.1k

summary: Your boyfriend doesn’t like the fact that you’re so nice and sweet to his rivals, so he shows you how good girls like you should get treated. (based off of this request!)

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“Wait! I pick it up for you!” You said with a wide smile before you jogged over to Daniel, quickly picking the cap he just dropped back up, kindly handing it to him.

Daniel flashed you his infamous smile, “Thank you y/n!” He said as he happily took the cap out of your small hands.

You only smiled before you noticed how your boyfriend — max, watched the two of you with dark eyes, arms crossed over his chest as he tilted his head and adjusted his own redbull cap before you walked over to you.

But before he was able to reach your standing figure in the redbull garage, Carlos suddenly stood by your side, unintentionally blocking max's way,

“Y/n, I’m so sorry to ask you that stupid question but could you maybe help me with the zipper here? I just can’t get it and maybe you can get it easier with your smaller fingers.”

You giggled and smiled before you bit your lip and focused on helping him with the zipper of his racing suit.

After a few attempts, you got it while standing so close to him as your small fingers worked on getting his racing suit zipped up, his chin almost touching the top of your head as he stared down at you.

“Here you go, Carlos,” you mumbled before you patted his chest, stepping away from him as he thanked you and went back to the Ferrari garage.

You turned around and quickly caught the gaze of your boyfriend simply standing there with his arms crossed, looking at you like a hunter looking at it's prey.

You furrowed your brows and gulped before you took slowly steif towards him, “Maxie, baby? What’s wrong?” You asked.

He raised his brows, “what’s wrong?” He asked in a quiet tone to not draw any attention to the two of you, “you’re seriously asking-, you know what?, c'mere,” he spat at you before he harshly grabbed your wrist and walked with you in a fast pace towards his drivers room.

You gasped as he basically threw you into the room, slamming the door behind him,

“Sit down,” he demanded as he pointed at the small couch in the room.

Nervously and with a confused expression, you sat down as you looked up at him with big eyes, playing with your fingers as he stared down into your eyes.

Max angrily bit his inner cheek, “you act so innocent, like an angel… but we both know you’re far from being an angel,” he quietly spat at you, making tears enter your eyes while you bit your lip, knee bouncing up and down as you removed your gaze from his intimating one.

You heard your boyfriend sigh, “Eyes. on. me,” he demanded in a deep tone, arms still crossed over his chest before you gulped and looked up at the redbull driver again.

“Sorry,” you apologised quietly with tears in your eyes, “Max, I’m-” but max cut you off, swiftly placing his hand on your cheeks, lightly squeezing them as he leaned forward,

“Sorry won’t fix it now,” max whispered with raised brows as your bottom lip slightly trembled, “It won’t,” he repeated quietly but deeply.

You gulped, “but what did I do wrong?” You dared to ask in a hush tone as his hand glided down your throat, roughly squeezing it as he heard your question.

“Oh no,” max mumbled with slightly furrowed brows, “is my pretty little angel so dumb? Doesn’t she know she’s done wrong, hmm?” He asked teasingly, other hand brushing some of your hair out of your face.

You gulped again and sniffled a couple of times before he caressed your now tears stained cheek, speaking up again,

“Guess I have to remind her, huh?”

- - -

You gasped and whined as max harshly thrusted into you, bending your legs so that your knees weee almost touching your ears as he secured his palms behind your head, forcing you to look up at him.

“You like t-that don’t you?” The Dutch driver asked you, nodding his head along his words as his thrust got faster, making your eyes roll unkt the back of your head, “knew you would like that — pretty little innocent looking angels like you always like the dirty stuff don’t they?” Max said in a quiet tone.

You only nodded as your whines got louder while he was busy with caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.

“Tell me how good it feels, c‘mon,” he demanded with raised brows as he waited for you to speak up, after stuttering for a few seconds, you managed to say something,

“S-So good,” you wildly nodded as he still held your head in place, foreheads almost touching each other as he almost entirely removed himself from you before he thrusted himself back into you in a rough pace, “so good, g-god!” You shrieked.

Max licked his lips as he smirked, biting his inner cheek as he visibly bit back a laugh, “Yeah?” He said in a breathy undertone, making you nod.

You gasped before you answered, hands reaching up up to tightly get a hold of his wrists, “Y-Yeah,” you said in a high pitched tone, fingers squeezing his skin.

The young redbull driver looked down at your hands squeezing his wrists, quickly leaning down and giving your wrists a tiny peck before he whispered in your ear,

“Good girl don’t always get treated nicely, baby — you should know after being with me for almost a year already,” he told you before he surprisingly pulled out, still forcing you to bend your legs, not giving you the simple opportunity to close them and relief you from the pain.

“N-No!” You gasped before he let go of your head, letting you drop down onto the couch with a light thud as he stared down at you with the same dark eyes from before.

You threw your head back, “F-Fuck!,” you cursed in a breathy undertone as you squeezed your eyes shut, letting the tears roll down your heated cheeks.

Max leaned himself forward, softly running his mouth along your ear, letting his lips also run along the side of your neck a couple of times,

“Since when does my little angel curse, huh?” He smirked with slightly furrowed brows.

You were only able to gasp for air as he slowly laid your legs back down onto the couch and slowly placed his big hand around your throat again, lightly squeezing it as he looked down at you,

“Next time you’re being so nice to any of my rivals, I remind you right in front of them, got it?”

[cattlemons]

hi, if you're okay with writing for him, wanderer x reader hcs? (it can be short and brief!!) /nf

The Archivist and The Stubborn Scholar

TW: Not proofread and the punctuations on this might be kinda yikes (tried my best tho), this particular big boy is 1,7k words big (very short and super brief (❁´◡`❁))

Hope you like this, my first ever nonnie! (I wanna frame you like a first dollar)

I feel like the Wanderer is kind of a tough nut to crack because his trauma wall is 100 inches thick.

At the beginning, he’s really just huffing and puffing and being a total jerk to you (and everyone else). To be honest, you’re just trying your best to tough it out and not cuss him out every chance you get.

Technically, he isn’t a permanent student of the Vahumana; he only comes in to borrow research papers he needs for his own paper and then he’s off again. So, there's no reason for you to see him all that much.

But aside from being a student, you’re also the Akedemiya’s archivist, so you do meet him fairly often. Not that you enjoyed his prickly presence at first. It was quite the nuisance, if anything.

Every time he comes in to borrow something, it feels like he’s purposefully trying to get a rise out of you.

He’s also frustratingly accurate in pressing your buttons; like he knows exactly what makes you tick and explode.

You want to chop his head off.

Luckily for him, you’re closer to Celestia than he is because your patience for him is on par with that of a saint.

“I need a paper on Tatarasuna, but I want it as recent as possible. The closer to ��yesterday’ it is published, the better.”

Looking away from your own paper, you looked at him like he grew five heads, each wearing a big ‘ol hat. To your defense, you’re only four beats off.

“Look, I know you’re an honored guest of the Archon and only recently started joining in on this research writing business, but you’ve got to learn how we do things here,” you huffed as you searched for a written guideline you have not needed for a while now.

Pulling the paper out of your bag, you pointed and explained the graphic drawn on it.

“First, you go and find out which collection of research papers you need and ask me politely if we have it here in the archives. Then, I tell you if we have it or not before asking if you want it copied and if you need more assistance—”

“Okay, fine. I want Tatarasuna papers and assistance.”

“Please let me finish.”

“Why’d you stop talking if you weren’t finished?”

“You interrupted me?!”

That’s basically how an average conversation with him goes.

But as time goes on, the hate turns into dislike and then into pretend hate and finally into secret like.

At the start of his research, the visits are few and far between, but as the research starts getting heavier, his visits get more frequent too.

He also likes to work on the tables right outside the archival building for “quicker access to papers.”

This is not for the public, but he also kind of maybe perhaps secretly likes looking at the archivist.

He just likes looking at you when you’re confused about why the journal you’re reading is spewing lies. He also likes looking at you when you huff at your paper because the wording is all messed up.

Yeah, his sadistic tendencies were not wiped away when he pulled his stunt on the Irminsul. You can’t win them all, I guess.

Anyway, it’s all totally because he likes seeing you suffer. You’re on top of his “pain in the ass” list, after all!

Not because you look adorable when you scrunch your eyebrows in confusion.

Definitely not because he knows you didn’t get enough sleep last night (he heard your friend chastise you about it) and you made a bunch of mistake on your paper.

He DEFINITELY DOES NOT find your tired eyes and sleepy yawns cute (like a very angry cat he DOES NOT want to take care of).

But really, he actually believes in this reasoning. He simply thinks it's schadenfreude.

Man’s smart when scheming but dumb bum when anything else.

He does not catch on to his feelings all that quick. In fact, it took him embarrassingly long.

He had to do a lot of soul searching and experience a ton of jealousy to finally realize that maybe he likes you more than he hates you.

Or rather, he likes you more than he originally allowed himself to like you.

Oh no! It’s the consequences of having a heart because a heart isn’t an object but the accumulation of interactions that build the psyche and emotion! Darn, life lesson! (Wanderer, probably)

The Wanderer decided that he’s going to work on his paper in the archive building today. He’s not in the mood to sit in some shitty cafe and listen to incessant chatter.

Wow, he wished he had chosen the cafe instead.

“Hey! Who told you, you can just take a paper out of the archive and waltz your merry way home? Give that back. Right now!”

“I thought we were friends,” Kaveh mumbled in faux hurt as he stretched his hands out to return the paper to you.

“Archivist first. Friend second,” you huffed out, snatching the scroll of paper out of his hands.

The blond proceeded to clutch his chest and make a scene.

Sometimes you wish you weren’t such good friends with the man. At least then, he’d act civil.

Meanwhile, the Wanderer was watching all this from the front row seat; absolutely soaked with friendly-banter-that-he-misunderstood-as-lovey-dovey-affection. Your interaction with Kaveh spilled over into the splash zone of his seat in the archival building and he hated it.

In his mind, he came up with the conclusion that the heat in his heart is coming from a place of annoyance.

Why are you so loud at 7 in the fucking morning?

Why is the blond one also so loud at 7 in the fucking morning?

Why are you even entertaining guests this early in the morning? Didn’t you refuse him any service when he came this early a few weeks ago?

Why is this guy any special?

Somewhere much deeper in his mind, he thought differently.

I thought you were only grumpy with me.

You said ‘friend’ to him, right?

Why does that ease me slightly?

But you treat me like that too… Am I a ‘friend’ as well?

Why does that hurt even more?

After that moment, his visits get less frequent. When he does visit, though, he keeps things brief and… polite?

You even tried to start up a banter; mentioning something you know (on a normal day) would get his veins popping and kick-start a back-and-forth and then some.

To no avail, he stayed silent and just looked mildly inconvenienced.

This confused you to Celestia and back and then to Celestia again and then back again.

He’s honestly not too sure why he distanced himself from you in the first place.

But hindsight is 20/20 because after a much-needed self-evaluation session (by ‘self’ I mean himself and Nahida) he knows it’s because he doesn’t want a fourth addition to his list of major betrayals.

Not that he’ll actually agree with that statement out loud. But inside, he gets it.

Of course, this understanding is between his own person. You, unfortunately, were completely out of the loop.

You thought you had somehow pissed him off beyond forgiveness or crossed some kind of line.

At one point, you thought that the banter was, in a very weird way, flirting.

But maybe you got it wrong. What if he never saw you as a friend at all, let alone someone he might like.

You decided that if a relationship(?) friendship(?) has to die, then it’s going out with a bang.

*(bang = mutual understanding on what went wrong and peacefully going back to being strangers).

So, you visited him one day. Out of work hours too (mmmm how bold).

The knock on his door broke the puppet out of his cluttered thoughts; thoughts of a certain archivist he misses. Grunting as he stood, he closed the book he pretended to read in favor of opening the door.

“Who is it?”

He opened the door just as the ‘intruder’ reached to knock on the door again. He doesn’t know why you thought that knocking needed that much force but he’s certain it’s way too much.

Anger poked at him as he yelled, “That’s going to bruise, idiot.”

It won’t.

“I’m sorry, okay?”

“You should be! That hurts.”

It did not.

“Not about that! I’m sorry for whatever happened between you and me to make you hate me…”

The fuck?

“You don’t have to forgive me or anything. I get that you have some sort of past to make you that way and I probably overstepped somewhere but… I thought we were friends. I thought if you were to revert back to us being enemies again, at least you’d tell me why…”

The Fuck?

“Is it because you know I like you? If that’s the case, you’re not fully wrong but I can just throw that away because I know you’re probably not looking for something like that and that’s probably the bit where I overstepped and you know I’m not even fully invested in it so really I can just stop!”

The FUCK?

So much for mutual understanding. With how things are going, it’s more of an individual understanding.

You got way too nervous and now things are spilling left and right and he’s not even saying anything?! He’s just staring at you like you grew five heads, each wearing a big ol' hat. You took a breath to continue your long-winded mess of a rant when he clutched your shoulders.

“Stop for a second, will you, motor-mouth.”

You clammed up right away, tears leaking out of your eyes.

“Listen, I’m not going to ever say this again but I like you too. It’s shit and I hate feeling it because… because I’ve never felt before, okay? So, stop talking all that crap about throwing important things away, it's pissing me off.”

You fully started sobbing now. He panicked and pulled you in for a very awkward, very stiff, but very loving hug. Snot got on his robe and cape as you cried your emotions out on him.

He found he didn’t quite mind. He could use less snot, sure, but he was glad you cared this much over him. He's never had anyone worry over him, let alone to the point of crying.

Soon, tears prickled his eyes but it's alright because relief found his heart.

By the way, he did say it again. He said it 1,000 times before your eventual marriage and 5,000 more times but with ‘love’ as a substitute for ‘like’.

What a liar.

a.n. My first ever request and I’m so incredibly chill about it (lies I jumped and screamed slightly). Anyway, I’m not sure what you’d like to see so I made this about how you came to be the wanderer's partner. Send in another one if you want something more specific (I’ll literally smile and break my cheek muscles if you do).

[mj0702]

Then help her 🔞

Jenni Hermoso x Alexia Putellas x reader

Okay guys... I got distracted and just had to punch out this smut piece...

“Hola mi amores” Alexia said loudly as she stepped through the apartment door throwing her keys into the ceramic bowl next to the door.

You always claim it's the most horrendous bowl you've ever seen but yet it was still there while Jennis self made vase “accidently” fell off the sideboard rather quickly after it was placed there. It just happened that you were cleaning around it when it magically decided to throw itself of the sideboard and bursted into 5.000 pieces – you were very “sorry” about it as you got out the broom sweeping the pieces together whistling a happy tune.

“Hola???” Alexia tried again after finding the flat unnaturally quiet and didn't receive an answer.

“Dormitorio” the blonde heard Jenni call from the bedroom

Alexia made quick work of taking her shoes of – Jenni would skin her alive if she would set a foot in the bedroom with shoes on – and walked down the hallway towards the bedroom

She passed the kitchen to find the ingredients for dinner out on the counter top some of them half chopped and looked confused towards the closed bedroom door. She pushed the door open to get greeted with a sight she loved. Jenni was sitting in her signature dark red velvet armchair (or as you call it “her throne”) looking somewhat blankly at Alexia while you were on your knees in front of her trying to work her strap on deeper into your mouth

“Not that I want to complain about the sight but... what's going on? Did I forget an anniversary?” Alexia asked a little taken aback

“Your guess is as good as mine” Jenni shook her head lightly “She came home from training and was somehow upset and basically begged me for the strap. Put it on and before I knew it I was sitting down with her on her knees”

“Okay” Alexia raised an eyebrow at you.

You weren't one for demanding things so she knew something must have happened during training that threw you off so badly that you didn't know how to handle it. She watched you for a few more minutes as you again tried to work the strap deeper into your mouth which made you gag

“Okay... and what are we trying to accomplish here?” the blonde asked still not sure what's going on

“I THINK she wants the strap down her throat...” Jenni mused glancing down at you

“In THAT angle?? That angle is difficult even for me and she's FAR less experienced than I am” Alexia said as she walked over to the two of you.

“The help her...Look... I tried to stop her but she wouldn't let me... I don't know what her problem is but maybe you can help” Jenni said her tone slightly annoyed as Alexia laid her hand on the back of your head gently to lean over you to kiss her other girlfriend softly

“Let's see... let me work my magic mi amor” Alexia smirked against Jennis lips her hand still gently on your head starting to slightly scratch your scalp

You grunted slightly at the not unwelcomed action but you continued to suck on the dark haired strap

“Oh mi Bonita” Alexia said soothingly as you gagged again “Not like this...”

She grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled you away roughly away from the strap on. You whined desperately feeling the need to prove that you can handle it by yourself but Alexia wouldn't budge. Instead she angled your head towards her so you have to look her in the eye

“You really want to try deep throating Jennis dick?” the blonde asked her voice low

“Sí...” you whispered back your voice raspy

“Sí... what?” Alexia tugged on your hair a little more

“Sí mi reina” you winced a little at her roughness

“Buena nina” the blonde smirked while Jenni snorted “I'll teach you... but we're doing it my way”

“Por favor” you whimpered

“I know Bonita...” Alexia smirked “Jenni... mind standing up leaning against the sideboard?”

The black haired woman raised an eyebrow at the blondes request but followed suit pushing herself up walking over to the sideboard leaning against it grabbing its edge with her hands

“Thank you” the blonde smirked her tone teasing

“Don't push it Putellas” Jenni smirked back

Alexia threw a last smirk at her girlfriend before shifting her attention towards you.

“Now Bonita... you will listen to me carefully...” she tugged on your hair again and you winced

“Can you do as I tell you Bonita?”

“Sí mi reina” you whimpered shifting your weight as your knees start to hurt

“Bueno” the blonde smiled letting go of your hair as she stroked over it

“Let's not keep Jenni waiting...” she slightly pushed you forward and you ungracefully fell but catched yourself on your hands last second

You tried to stand up but just received a warning “uh huh” from Alexia as she pushed you down by your shoulder and you understood that she wanted you to crawl over to Jenni who was still leaning against the sideboard watching the little interaction

“Good girl” Alexia praised you as you slowly started to crawl “even without your collar”

“Stop” the blonde commanded you as you were right in front of Jenni “Kneel”

You immediately shuffled back sitting on your heels the strap right in front of your face and you couldn't help yourself but lean forward. You didn't come far as Alexia immediately grabbed your hair again

“No... my way remember?” the blond said strictly “If it gets too much you tap Jennis thigh three times... I trust you that you won't disobey me and actually do it if you think you can't handle more. I don't want you to force yourself am I clear Bonita?”

“Sí” you whispered hanging your head low as much as Alexias grip allows it

“Good... now start slow... Jenni loves good show... just the tip Bonita” the blonde said softly as she kept a good hold of your hair.

You did as she told you starting to lick and suck the tip of the strap into your mouth as you hear Jenni moan quietly above you.

“Just like that” Alexia praised you lowly leaning over you as she started to kiss Jennis neck

You thought since both of your girlfriends were occupied that you could get away with going further down on the fake dick. As usual Alexia kept a close eye on you pulling you away from the strap by your hair without stopping kissing down Jennis neck. She kept you away from the toy of your desire by an inch but as much as you stretched your neck you just couldn't reach it

“Last warning” Alexia growled with a rather harsh tug on your hair as her lips shortly leave the neck of the dark haired one

You whined again sinking back onto your heels defeated

“Every time you feel the need to act up again we start over...” the blonde said as she loosen the grip again

As soon as you felt her grip loosen you started to suck on the tip of the strap again this time you ignored the urge to go faster than Alexia allows it

“There... not so hard is it Bonita” the blonde smirked as she pulled Jenni down into a messy kiss.

The black haired woman moaned into the kiss needing to hold herself back not thrusting her hips forward. She knew that Alexia got you under control but who had control over Alexia? For once Jenni gave up the control to let Alexia have a little fun with you.

“You made your point clear Lex...” the dark haired murmured against the blondes lips “... give her a little more”

“Her or you?” Alexia smirked

“If it would be up to me you'd be on your knees as well... amor” Jenni smirked back

The blonde hummed letting her attention swift to you once more

“You heard her Bonita... a little more” Alexia said softly knowing you tend to overdo things and for what you wanted and she planned overdoing was not an option

You followed up immediately sinking your head deeper down nearer towards Jennis middle. You felt your hair getting tugged lightly again making you whine out frustrated

“I said a little not all” the blonde chastised you

You quickly pulled your head up again so you had about half the strap in your mouth before Alexia decides to start over again.

“Bueno” Alexia said satisfied as she started to open up the buttons of Jennis shirt with her other hand

She pushed the shirt to the side after she opened it completely immediately latching onto Jennis collarbone biting down harshly which caused the dark haired one to snap her hips forward the tip of the strap hitting the back of your mouth. You weren't prepared for the movement and it made you gag again

“Jennifer” Alexia growled pulling you away slightly stroking through your hair silently telling you that you did nothing wrong

“Lo siento” Jenni mumbled “But...”

“Please tell me I don't need to have an eye on you too” the blonde grumbled “You have more self-control than this”

“You just surprised me.. a little warning next time” the dark haired huffed as she reached down stroking over your cheek “I'm sorry mi amor.... won't happen again I promise” she said softly

You looked up at your two girlfriends with wide eyes not expecting the gentleness in this moment

“Go on Bonita... you did so good...” Alexia encouraged you

You hesitated for a second before you started to suck the fake dick back into your mouth. Of course your hesitation didn't go unnoticed and your girlfriends shared a quick look if they should continue but since you kept going willingly the let you. Apparently you really needed this tonight.

“Go all the way Bonita... you earned it” the blonde spoke softly letting her hand slide down to the back of your neck guiding you further down

You tried so hard to get to the bottom of the strap but every time the tip hits the back of your mouth you couldn't stop yourself from gagging

“Relax Bonita” Alexia is keeping her voice low and steady as she repositioned her hand now around your neck under your jaw

You tried again but just like all the other times before you just couldn't relax your throat enough. Alexia noticed your struggle and your growing frustration so she decided to try a different approach.

“Jenni?” the blonde looked at her girlfriend

“Sí?” the dark haired panted out

Alexia leaned forward to whisper something into Jennis ear so you wouldn't hear what the blonde has planned. Jennis eyes shot open surprised quickly glancing down to you before she nodded.

“Don't worry... she can handle it” Alexia pressed a soft kiss to her lips and you heard a mumbled

“Bonita” Alexia got your attention before she continued “Do you still want this?”

You nodded as much as possible the strap still uncomfortable pressing against the back of your mouth

“Okay... just trust me” the blonde said soothingly as she positioned herself behind you sinking to her knees as well “You're doing so good for me and Jenni”

You whined as she shushed you softly. She gripped your neck a little tighter starting to massage it lightly. This light pressure caused you to swallow even tho you tried to suppress it but Alexia really was a master in manipulating your body. You swallowed hard and this was the exact moment Jenni pushed her hips forward pushing the strap down your throat. Your eyes widen as you felt the intrusion as your nose hit Jennis skin and you instinctively tried to fight it

“No Bebita... calm down... I know it feels weird at first but I need you to relax” Alexia kept her voice soothing and low grabbing your jaw tighter so you wouldn't be able to move as much and in the worst case hurt yourself

“Fuck” both of you heard Jenni moan as her body shuddered and she came just from the image of both of her girls on her knees and her strap buried down your throat.

Alexia eased you off the strap slowly and carefully despite your disagreeing whines

“You did so good Bonita... that's enough” the blonde mumbled softly knowing that you may have satisfied Jenni but neither her nor yourself

“I know... but I don't want that you hurt yourself Bonita.... you did so well” Alexia pressed a kiss to your temple as you slumped back against her tears springing to your eyes.

The blonde quickly got up from behind you picking you up bridal style walking towards the bed as she saw the tears in your eyes.

“Did we hurt you?” Alexia asked softly

You just couldn't muster up the energy to answer verbally so you just shook your head waiting for Jenni to join you on the bed. The dark haired one got rid of the strap in the bathroom coming back into the bedroom with a glass of water in her hand

“Drink babe” she ordered you softly lifting the glass to your lips “Good girl” she praised you as she saw you taking a few small sips but she also saw the slight wince every time you swallowed

“You need more water?” Alexia asked and you shook your head again

“But you need more” Jenni clarified sensing you were still upset and you nodded

“Let's give the Bonita what she wants” your blonde girlfriend smirked as she started to kiss and lightly bite your neck “She deserves a reward don't you think Jenni?”

[acupofteaintheafternoon]

General dating headcannons for Heathcliff

give me a reason as to why there are no heathcliff banners on both pinterest and tumblr

Also no, this was not requested. I will turn back on my 5 requests soon enough. I can't gurantee but be patient , please

Guess who will be today’s guest for the general headcannons, of course. IT IS HEATHCLIFF.

The thing about this man is the fact that he is rough with everyone. Rough and mean. He is also rough and mean with you, you are not the exception.

You’re working as a sinner. Life is good, you don’t get paid and you have to deal with 13 sinners on top of that. Luxury.

Whatever, that is not on our topic for today, maybe for tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

Heathcliff is a tough man outside but a sweetheart inside. An absolute one on top of things. 

This man is very proud of him finding you. You’re bright, the light to his shadow, the one who can really trust his feelings with. He is so fond of you. I can’t explain it with words but this is the best representation I could come up with. 

The thing is, he can also get pretty jealous at times. Because of his complicated past and the fact that he had to deal with racism, abuse and so on he tends to overthink things. 

Here we are not talking about the freaky jealous stuff. We are just talking about him inching a little bit closer to you, holding your waist when you’re talking with another person, basically showing off that you’re his while trying to hide his feelings.

He is also a loser. A very big one on top of things. If you were to gift him something, let’s say a big teddy bear he would 100% die on the spot and just not work at all? It is complicated but just so you know, he is very thankful of that gift he received. He is proudly displaying that gift in his room on his bed and will cuddle it at night (it gone so bad the teddy started to smell like him). It is just a gift but Heathcliff is Heathcliff. He WILL give you something in return, that’s guaranteed.

What about affection, hugs, kisses and things like that? His main love language is acts of service (I believe) . He thinks that he has to make up for the fact that you’re his and accepted him as a normal person (and not calling him an idiot and stuff like that). He would still hug and maybe kiss you if you ask for it but still expect him to blush a little bit afterwards (and call you a little twit). 

Run your hand in his hair. Just do it. Pat him , play with his hair, anything. Anything works. But do it in private, just in private , he does not like it when you do it in public since it shows his vulnerable side and he does NOT want to be seen as such. His hair is suprinsingly not as damaged as we thought and a little bit soft too, you will probably get addicted to running your hand through his hair.

When you do it in private, he will 100% tell you to ‘’stop doing it’’ or stuff similar to it. Don’t stop, he really enjoys your touch and that’s just him being a complete loser and denying the truth again. He will inch closer to your touch and maybe fall asleep. He would also look at you with those purple eyes of his. It looks like a pout and you can see his pupils being dilated a little bit, that is just his way of telling you that he enjoys it. 

When you stop petting him he would still (forcefully or not) grab your hand and keep it on his head. Maybe you will get reminded to do it, maybe not. It depends on you now.

His dilated pupils will also appear when you give him a little bit more affection that he needed. Smooch him, keep on kissing him and you will have this man trying to avoid eye contact while dying on the inside. He cannot handle mentally this amount of affection.

The bad part about his love language is that he would do anything for you. Yes I mean anything (canto 6 is a good example even though I haven’t played it yet). He would put his life on the line if it meant you being safe and alive. Even though Dante exists, they aren’t enough, he still has to keep you safe at all times. What if Dante cannot bring you back? What if you will end up dead because of him? He cannot live with the thought of you being dead and him not saving you from it. That’s why he overthinks stuff a lot and would sacrifice himself. All for you, everything for you.

He would of course be with you at all times. Always within your mere presence. You cannot get rid of him. He will say something along the lines of you being safe at all times. Which is partially true but he also enjoys spending time with you and your mere existence just makes his heart go crazy.

Nicknames? Nah. But he will absolutely refuse to call you something vulgar. He will refuse to refer to you with something as bad as that. The thing is, he will still reffer to others with something vulgar (like calling them pieces of shit), he isn't ashamed at all but with you? Never. When asked about you he will just say the truth about you both being together but he would also say about how proud he is to have you in his life. 

He teasingly calls you ‘’little twit’’ or ‘’little thief’’ when you tease him. He knows when you do it and will 100% do it back to you while pinching your cheek . Not hard enough to hurt of course, but he still does it. For funsies. (and to get a reaction out of you)

Maybe, if he feels like it , he might call you ‘’love’’. That’s it. 

If he overthinks on that day (which happens , not a lot but it still counts) expect him to come in your private chamber and just hold you. He will not tell you why did he overthink or why did he do that but it is self explanatory. You’re the only one that he allows to share his sensitive side.

Ask him if he feels okay when he does this to you. It’s like a coin flip. 50% chance to tell you what happened and the other 50% in which he refuses. If he refuses,  leave him be, do not insist or he will lash out on you and make you both feel bad. If he does this (which is NOT regularly but it still happens when he felt extra mad that day) you will surely wake up with an apologizing Heathcliff and him promising that he will never do that, trained by Dante themselves but he still did it in his own way.

If he doesn’t refuse then comfort him, tell him that everything is okay and that you’re there for him. Reassure him. Be there with him. He is complicated and it takes a long time to him to warm up to you but wait patiently. He will open up when he feels like it’s time for him to do that.

Now for the end, dates. What does the typical date look like with him? 100% something romantic. You with him in the park sitting on a bench or just him getting you to a restaurant. Even though he is broke he saved up and afforded it eventually. (in a mirror world possibly I do not know). At this point he is just happy to have you and he will make sure that you feel the same with him.  

In the end, Heathcliff is an absolute loser but a lovable one. Cherish him and take care of him like he does with you.  

AND ALSO CONTROL HIM

fuck you mean there are more NSFW stuff about Heathcliff than there are your good ole fluffy things? i get it, he's taken but help the Heathcliff simps in need.

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��    After a short nap, Y/n took to unpacking the things she had brought. It was mostly clothing and a few photos but nothing else. Maybe if she asked, one of them would take her shopping. 

     She heard the elevator ding and peeked her head out of the bedroom. Chan walked out, hands in the pockets of his slacks. Y/n stepped out of the room and met him in the hallway 

     “How are you settling it?” Chan asked as he wrapped an arm around her

     “Fine, the place is a bit bare though,” Y/n told him.

     “I’ll have one of the guys take you out shopping tomorrow. I just came by to see how you were settling in and to go over something with you.”

     “Oh?”

     “Come on,” Chan pulled her into the kitchen. Sitting down at the table he had put in for her and pulling out a stack of paper

     “What’s this?” Y/n asked skimming through the words

     “Contract. Jist of it says what you’ll be doing as a front and you will be paid for the work you help us with,” Chan stated

     “You guys are paying me but you’re also basically paying everything for me?”

     “Think of it as fallback money. If something happens to us for any reason or another, for any amount of time, you’re not left with nothing to fall back on, financially that is.”

     “How considerate.” Y/n smiled, “I’m assuming there’s another part that talks about sex.”

     “Yeah. Every one of us has our own version of this contract. But you're welcome to update anything in it to your comfort level. Most of it goes over what we are into and that every single one of us is clean.” Chan explained

     “Well, so am I, guess there really is no point in condoms,” Y/n smiled

     “Only to prevent a pregnancy.”

     “I’m on birth control. Don't worry about that.”

     Chan explained a couple more things; everyone was made aware of using the traffic light system as a safeword— tapping them twice if she was able to talk for whatever reason as a fallback—, aftercare being important to all of them no matter what, promising her safety from anyone outside of them, etc. Y/n read through the papers as she listened to him, making a few adjustments here and there, but mostly agreeing with what everyone wanted. She signed her name where needed and turned the paper back to him. Chan checked everything and made a quick message about changes to the rest of the guys. 

     “We don’t expect you to memorize anything either. And it doesn't have to be one way, you can ask us for sex too.”

     “Thanks, Chan,” Y/n smiled at him

     “No need to thank me,” Chan smiled back

     “Is there anything else I should know now that I live here?”

     “Say goodbye to your privacy,” Chan chuckled

     The two laughed for a moment before Chan got called away. Y/n saw him off before going into her living room. They had been kind enough to furnish the apartment for her so that was one thing she didn't have to worry about. She figured she’d do a little online shopping for a bit. Adding things she just thought were pretty to her cart, even if she didn't need them. She’ll find a use for them.

     She heard the elevator again and ignored it after looking up for a second, one of the guys came in to see her, something she was quickly getting used to. 

     “Whatcha doing,” Jisung asked as he joined her on the couch, laying on top of her as she was laid back against the armrest

     “Shopping,” Y/n answered as she peered down at him. 

     “For what?” He asked

     “House decorations, clothes, random shit.”

     “Doesn’t sound like fun.”

     “Well, I was bored and that’s why I started. If you have better ideas, I’m all ears.” Y/n dropped her phone on her chest and looked down at him

     “Just keep shopping,” Jisung smirked

     Y/n shrugged and picked her phone back up. Scrolling through the website she was on. Jisung pushed her shirt up a bit then pulled her leggings off her legs. Y/n lifted her hips a bit to help him as he adjusted her legs to lay over his shoulders as he came face to face with her clothed cunt. 

     Y/n peeked down at him before he started kissing down and licking the cloth of her panties. Y/n let out a small moan as he continued teasing her over the fabric. Nonetheless, she kept shopping. 

     Eventually, he removed the fabric and softly kissed her clit, licking the bud to her entrance. Y/n smiled as she peered down at him. One hand removed itself from her phone and ran her fingers through his hair, gazing back at her screen. Jisung picked up his pace after a few moments until he was eating her like a starved man. 

     It wasn’t long till the phone and shopping were forgotten. Her hands tangled in his soft locks and her legs threatened to close around his head. 

     Han hummed against her clit as she gave him a particularly harsh tug. His eyes cast up her body as flicked the little bud. “Fuck Ji,” Y/n moaned

     Jisung didn’t dare let up. Playing with her clit and entrance with his tongue. Enjoying the taste of her juices on his lips and dripping down his chin. He just gave a bit more pressure when he sucked on her clit which seemed to do it for her. Hips rutted against his mouth as he licked her clean from her orgasm. 

     “So fucking good,” He wasn’t letting up. He continued making out with her sensitive clit. Y/n closed her legs around his head as much as she could. Jisung groaned against her cunt, eyes rolling into the back of his head, just from her thighs suffocating him slightly. 

     He pushed her thighs up after a minute. Putting them to her chest as he kept going. 

     “Close,” Y/n whimpered as she grabbed the cushions. 

     “Give me ‘nother,” Ji mumbled against her clit. He pushed one leg over the back of the couch to free up a hand. 

     Soon he was pushing two fingers into her and matching his pace to the rate he was eating her out

     “Fuck!” Y/n cried as her second orgasm hit her. 

     Ji kept going through her high. Fingers pumping in and out of her as he pulled his hips from her clit and sat up on his knees. “One more doll. Give one more and I’ll give you whatever you want,” Jisung begged as he pulled her other leg over his shoulder and kissed her ankle 

     “Need your cock,” Y/n whined, legs slightly shaking

     “One more baby and I'll give it to ya’.” a third finger pushed into her

     “Too much,” Y/n whined as she grabbed his wrist 

     “Color?”

     “Green!” Y/n called as his fingers curled into just the right spot 

     “You can take it, doll,” Ji smiled 

     He pushed forward till he had her coming on his fingers. Her body convulsed under him as he pulled his fingers out, watching her juices flow out of her and soak the cushions. 

     “Good job doll,” Jisung smiled as he leaned down and kissed her forehead. 

     He gave her a moment to come down and rest. He took off his belt, setting it on the coffee table. 

     “Where the fuck did you learn to eat pussy that good?” Y/n asked after her mind out of its haze a bit more

     “Now why would I tell you?” He smirked as he leaned over her.

     “Secrets are hot. You know what's hotter?”

     “What?”

     “Your dick in me.”

     Jisung didn’t waste another second pulling ever fully down onto the couch and unbuttoning his pants and pulling his hard dick out, far too eager to actually take his pants off. Y/n couldn’t help but giggle at his eagerness and worked on unbuttoning his top and pushing it off him as he pumped his cock. He took his hand off his cock to take the white shirt off his body. Her hand replaced his on his cock, pumping him and lining the tip up at her entrance.

     Jisung tossed the fabric to the ground before grabbing her hips and pushing into her. Both moaned as they got quickly used to the feeling. Jisung pushed his pants and boxers down more as he let her adjust to him. 

     “Fuck, move Ji,” Y/n whined 

     Jisung pushed her t-shirt up over her breast and moved her legs around his waist. He laid his hand on the armrest above her head. He pulled out slowly and thrusted back in quickly. His eyes glanced back and forth from her tits bouncing with his thrusts to her cunt swallowing him. 

     Y/n was a mess of moans and whines from him going down on her and making her come three times. Her walls were already clenching around him. 

     “Fucking warm,” Jisung groaned as his hips snapped into her. 

     Y/n tightened her legs around his waist. One of his hands fell from the armrest to lay next to her body. He lowered himself a bit to kiss between her breasts then sucked on the skin. Y/n ran her hands through his hair as his lips latched onto her nipple. Y/n gripped his hair tighter, clenching it around him. 

     “Keep clenching around me doll and I’m gonna blow,” his words were muffled against her boob, shifting his ministrations over to the other nipple and giving it the same treatment he gave the other

     “Give…me, please.” Y/n whined. Her legs hiked up higher on his waist as she got closer to her next high.

     “Got you all dumb on my cock,” Jisung couldn’t help but chuckle at her.

     His tip hit right up against her g-spot. She pulled at his hair as her orgasm hit her again. The man above her pulled away from her nipples and gave himself a few more thrusts before pulling out; coming on her lower stomach. 

     Jisung rested his head on her chest as they both caught their breath. It took a few minutes before Jisung lowered himself down and then looked up at her. Y/n caught his gaze as he licked his cum from her skin. Y/N shivered under the touch of his tongue before he pulled away, bringing his lips back up to hers. His tongue immediately darted into her mouth. Y/n melted as his cum transferred from his tongue to hers.

     Ji pulled away after another moment of enjoying her lips. “You could’ve come inside,” Y/n told him

     “I’ll keep that in mind for next time.” Jisung smiled.

     He stood up from the couch and fully took his pants off. He scooped her up in his arms making her squeak in surprise. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he made his way to her bathroom. 

     Jisung sat her down before giving her a forehead kiss. He started a warm bath for the both of them before walking out of the room and grabbing their clothes. Y/n took care of herself by the time he came back and checked the water. 

     “How are you feeling,” Jisung asked as he helped her into the water after he got in.

     “Tired,” Y/n sighed, leaning back against him.

     Jisung wrapped his arms around her body and kissed her shoulder, “Go to sleep, I’ll take care of you.” 

     “Thank you, Ji.”

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[ducktracy]

What do you think are the most cynical Looney Tunes shorts?

anything directed by Friz Freleng and/or Chuck Jones LOL

SUCH AN INTERESTING QUESTION!! i KNOW for certain i'm missing a bunch, because there's so much casual cynicism EVERYWHERE that it can be hard to sort them. BUT there are definitely some that come to mind...

Fresh Airedale may be one of the most cynical cartoons i've ever seen in my life LOL. it's a brilliant short! but very bleak--i posted some clips of it a few years ago and talked about it briefly, but the short, which has a guy abusing his poor helpless cat and fawning over his dog who is also abusing the cat and taking credit for the good deeds that the cat is trying to do for his owner to win him over, ends a very unsubtle metaphor with the scale of justice toppling over and landing on the cat's head to basically say that justice never serves those who need it most

every one of the Three Bears shorts LOL. if i recall correctly, the Bears shorts weren't received well by audiences at the time because they missed the appeal of what should be a cloyingly cute family being completely dysfunctional and miserable. Bear Feat may be the most cynical considering it has Papa Bear gleefully attempting to commit suicide by jumping off a cliff... and also has this LMAO

ON THE TOPIC OF SUICIDE! Porky has attempted suicide in two cartoons and is heavily implied to have succeeded in one, the ending to Notes to You, which i posted here in discussing some of the darkest endings to a LT short.

but as a whole, Porky's Romance is definitely the more top to bottom cynical short in that Petunia rejects his marriage proposal by laughing in his face (thanks to her shitty dog that trips him), Porky tries to hang himself, can't even get that because the tree snaps beneath his weight and so he instead has a concussion-induced nightmare where he marries Petunia who is abusive and slovenly and awful. AND his license plate calls him a boob. and i know this is hard to believe, but Frank Tashlin, who directed this film, has talked about how he hated working with "the damn pig". shocking! and yet this short is what made me fall in love with Porky by being my introduction to him as an adult. guilty pleasure short because it's definitely Misogyny the Cartoon but i love it. i'm reclaiming it

plus it gave us one of my favorite endings to any cartoon (Porky punting her shitty dog)

Porky's Bear Facts is maybe the most cynical adaptation of The Grasshopper and the Ant, which basically has the moral "if people haven’t earned their keep, then they’re not worth helping at all seeing as they’ll only take advantage of your hospitality and will be complicit in any potential sloth that arises thereafter, running the risk of repeating the entire ordeal all over again, so why bother?". but, also, it is ridiculously entertaining and another short i love ferociously. maybe the ending linked below (6:18 if timestamp doesn't work) makes more sense within the context of the short (which you should watch) but the bookend to the beginning with the song is just. chef's kiss

the end of Catch as Cats Can is so dark that they ended up cutting it, probably because it's like... cruel LOL BUT I WISH THEY KEPT IT IN SOOOOO MUCH. but the short is about a Bing Crosby parrot trying to trick Sylvester into eating a Frank Sinatra parrot. the tables are turned and Sylvester ends up eating the Crosby parrot--there's a gag that was cut that was gonna have a shot of the Crosby parrot's tombstone that read "CAME IN BEFORE HIS HORSE"--there are a ton of jokes in various WB shorts about Bing Crosby's horse coming in last and being very slow (such as in The Old Gray Hare where Elmer and Bugs travel to the futuristic year of 2000 and it's revealed that Crosby's horse still hasn't come in yet). Bing already tried to sue them for two cartoons in the '30s so i guess they felt the ending was pushing it, but DAMN do i wish they kept it because it's SO FUNNY

i was very surprised to find people saying that Canned Feud was mean and cynical on Letterboxd when i recently rewatched it!! that's one of my all time favorite Sylvester shorts and one of his best, i think it's absolutely hilarious but i guess i can see why people are put off by it... a mouse keeps purposefully depriving Sylvester of the can opener when he's stuck in the house with only canned food for two weeks. it doesn't have the dark bite as other shorts mentioned here, at least to me, but i'll bring it up anyway since some people were evidently very chafed by it

Each Dawn I Crow is worth mentioning, and i'm SO HAPPY IT GOT RESTORED BECAUSE IT IS A MASTERPIECE. it's a very unique LT short that plays out like a radio play--a neurotic rooster thinks that Elmer is planning to kill him, and the tone of the short mimics that neuroticism all throughout. very suspenseful and dark and SO FUNNY, because it devolves into the rooster trying to get Elmer killed. there's this amazing bit where the rooster fashions a hat for Elmer that has a duck decoy on top, intending for a bunch of duck hunters to shoot Elmer full of holes, and Elmer just completely accepts it with no thought in his head and i can't articulate it it's just so funny and i lose it every time i see it.

i sadly don't have the full clip on me, but this is just masterful

THERE ARE MANY MORE I CAN LIST, mostly Freleng cartoons LOL but i've spent too long typing this up! Chuck Jones' Chow Hound and Freleng's Stooge for a Mouse (another one of my favorite Sylvesters) also come to mind. they're definitely the two directors who excelled at cynicism the most, and there is no shortage of it to be found

[celestiamour]

ft. cassandra nova x f! reader — marvel

╰₊✧ surviving in the void isn’t the same as living┊0.6k words

contains: established relationship, angsty, before dp&w, probably ooc & lore inaccurate in so many ways but uhhhhh

➤ author's note: we need more cassandra x reader, she’s the prettiest bald woman

you stare out into the void, a vast desert that’s a mere skeleton of other worlds you used to explore freely, sitting on the ground and enjoying the fleeting breeze. there’s no point in it really, it’s already been burned into your mind long ago. there’s never anything different about the view, just sand and machinery with the occasional variant minion wandering around. despite being at the top of the food chain with cassandra, you feel like you’re only surviving instead of living, scraping by in a dimension that’s essentially a junkyard for discarded souls.  

the faint sound of whistling reached your ears, but you didn’t bother to turn your head and see who was approaching. you don’t need to when this spot was only known by one other person whom you would always sneak off with for moments alone.

“what are you thinking about, love?” she asked, sitting down next to you.

“nothing important,” you sigh. 

she gently nudged you. “come on, don’t make me use my telepathy on you.” it’s a joke, of course. she loves you enough not to do so, a display of trust to show that she won’t violate those boundaries like the first time you met. “tell me what’s going on.”

“it’s just that… don’t you ever want to leave the void and go back to earth?’

she hummed in response, “i guess i never thought about it, but i don’t think so. i can freely be myself and use my powers here while basically being the empress of this realm. i don’t think i want to leave for a place that would only hunt me down when they find that i escaped and banish me again after a few days. and besides,” she affectionately laid her head on your shoulder, “i have you here with me.”

“right, i know that, but… i can’t help but wish that we could be a normal couple, doing normal couple things… like i want to take you on dates at the beach, go to fancy restaurants, introduce you to my remaining family, travel the world to see all its wonders… i treasure what we have right now, but i want to do so much more with you, even if it’s just stereotypical lovey-dovey stuff…” your smile is pained and you worry if you’re being stupid right now. cass seemed perfectly content with how everything was right now, you had no idea if she felt the same way you did. it was a topic that seemed too sensitive to bring up before, but it’s one that was weighing on you constantly these past few days. 

you did have a point though. there isn’t anything really romantic that could be done in the void, nothing aside from physical touch, long talks and walks to nowhere, watching decades-old films on a beat-up television found a while back that barely worked— it was no place where love could flourish when merely existing was difficult enough.

cass looks deeply into your eyes, the bright eyes of her beautiful girlfriend. not even her girlfriend, she thinks of you more like her wife, a soulmate who was gifted to her after years of suffering hidden under layers of her sadistic and mischievous personality. if she was allowed to go back to the world she was ripped away from with you, she would like to marry you properly and put a ring around your finger as a testament to all you both have gone through.

escape was something she barely considered since it was something that seemed so out of reach and impossible, yet seeing the hope in your eyes sparked a light of optimism she hasn’t felt in years. “maybe one day, and we’ll do everything you mentioned and more… even if we are hunted down by the tva the entire time…”

[thewulf]

May I Kiss You? || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Request - But a story where it’s Jake x reader and she’s in the dagger squad and her and Nat are like “one of the guys” and reader hates it cause she likes Jake (Jake likes her too) but she thinks he sees her as manly and everything... Read Rest Here

A/N: Ahhhh this was so much fun to write. I love a sweet af Jake. A good hurt/comfort if you will!

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 3.0k +

“Nat, this is too much.” You checked yourself out in the floor-length mirror feeling terribly self-conscious in the skintight gold lacy mini dress she’d picked out for you. You’d never been one to show off and this dress was showing off everything, not much was left to the imagination. You felt like your boobs were spilling out and the cutouts left little to guess about.

She shook her head, “No it’s not! You look hot as fuck Bee.” She grinned checking you out without shame, “Besides, it’s just for a couple drinks then we’re going to the show. It’s not like we’re dressing up for the guys.” You’d earned your callsign, Bee, after not shutting the fuck up about bumblebees and why we needed to save them. Needless to say, you’d gotten the guys to plant wildflowers everywhere they could and trees where they shouldn’t. What could you say? You were convincing.

“No, you look hot.” You pointed to her even tighter red dress that looked rocking on her olive skin. Not much would look bad on Nat though, she could rock pretty much anything you were convinced, “I look so fucking out of place.” You sighed in defeat.

“Shut up Y/N. Seriously, you look really good. Jake won’t be able to take his eyes off of you.” She grinned knowing how to push your buttons perfectly.

“He will not. He doesn’t notice me at all.” You frowned, “I’m just one of the guys to him.” You wished it didn’t affect you so deeply but here you stood. Sad and upset.

She laughed, laughed of all things, “You really have no idea do you?” She quirked her eyebrow up in the most Natasha way possible. Basically, calling you a dumbass right to your face without outright saying it.

“Don’t put these thoughts into my head Nat!” You groaned careful not to smear the makeup you’d just spent far too much applying.

She punched your shoulder lightly, “Come on Bee. Think about it. He goes out of his way to sit next to you in class. He basically demands you be his wizzo. Jake Seresin has never had a wizzo before. He rushes to sit next to you at lunch… honey he likes you. Maybe even loves you.” She smirked knowing that’d truly get through to you.

You pursed your lips thinking it through, “So?”

She laughed, “Stop deflecting. He doesn’t act that way with me. Or Halo. He’s simply obsessed with you darling. He’s going to lose it when he sees you in that number tonight.”

You groaned again, another fresh set of butterflies erupted in your stomach, “Don’t remind me.”

“Why not?” She turned towards you.

“He’s literally never seen me in anything other than a military issued uniform Nat. What if he doesn’t like what he sees?” You were letting your nerves get the better of you. You knew you were being irrational.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes right in your face, “Well he’d be a fucking idiot then, wouldn’t he?”

When you walked in you made a beeline straight towards the bar. Not having a damn clue you’d drawn the eyes of the blonde pilot you’d grown to adore in your time back at Top Gun. The two of you just clicked. Two peas in a pod. He made you feel safe. You made him feel comfortable.

He, quite literally, couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Nat noticed. You didn’t. She’d make sure to point that out to you later.

Nat had to pull you away from the bar

Payback whistled when the two of you finally made it over, “Don’t you two look lovely. A little overdressed.” He quipped, digging a little?

Nat roller her eyes, “We’re going to a play after this.

“Would you look what he cat dragged in.” Bradley spoke up setting his drink down and taking a seat across from you, leaving the seat next to you for Jake whenever he wanted to join the group. Little did you know he was stalling because you quite literally took his breath away. He didn’t know how to not look like a dumbass in front of you.

“How nice Roos.” You rolled your eyes feeling yourself ease at the boys casual banter with the two of you. They weren’t making your feel great but not like shit either. Classic men.

He sighed, “You both look pretty. It’s just weird. We’re not used to seeing you guys look like women.”

You smiled, “I said the same thing!”

Nat groaned, “Please don’t encourage her boys.”

Jake then joined sliding in next to you giving you a soft smile before turning his attention towards Rooster across from you. He was trying his damnedest to not start right at you. You smelled beyond incredible it took all his damn willpower not to scoop you right on up for himself, simply irresistible.

The conversation flowed before Nat tapped her watch letting you know it was nearly time to go. You nodded in understanding trying to hurry up and finish your drink.

“Bagman you’ve been awfully quite.” Nat smirked trying to draw something out of the lovestruck man knowing it was her last chance for the night.

But the words that came out surprised even his fellow pilots who made light-hearted jokes, “Mama always said if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say it at all.” Bob’s wide eyes said it all for the men in the group. That was just mean and so wholeheartedly untrue.

Your heart dropped immediately, was that how he really felt? You didn’t think you were ugly but damn did that comment dig deep. The rest of the group must’ve felt the tension growing between the two of you as they scattered instead of hyping the conversation up.

Nodding your head, you set your glass down on the nearest table, “I think we were ready to go, right Nat? Don’t want to get there late, they might not let us into the play.” Laughing nervously, you gave your friend the wide eyes indicating you needed to get the hell out of that bar, now.

“Yeah, you’re right Bee. We gotta get going.” She set her glass down too, “Later boys.” The two of you waved as you walked out right on out of the bar without a second glance and to her car.

When you got inside the safety of her vehicle you sighed pressing yourself back into your seat wishing it would just eat you alive, “That was mortifying Nat.”

She hummed in agreement, “I don’t know what’s gotten into him. Let me talk to him okay?”

But your groan indicated you did not really agree with her, no, “Nat, just leave it alone. He clearly doesn’t have feelings. He wouldn’t have been so fucking brutal tonight if he did.”

She shook her head while navigating through traffic, “He was just trying to look cool in front of his buddies. You know how men are. Irrational.” She tried leveling with you. You knew the argument was moot anyway, neither of you would give in. Never.

You sighed, “Whatever you say Nat.”

A knock on your front door woke you from the light sleep you’d fallen into while watching football on a lazy Sunday afternoon. You tried ignoring it, but the person kept knocking. Definitely not a delivery driver.

Pulling yourself up from the couch you swung open the door surprised to see the blonde pilot on the other side of the entryway. Your heart starting racing and your mouth suddenly felt very dry.

“Jake, what are you doing here?” Your wide eyes and defensive stance let him know how badly he’d fucked up. All that time he’d spent with you seemed to be flushed down the drain at a stupid half-brained comment he didn’t even really mean.

“I’m here to apologize.” He stepped forward.

“Oh.” You were a little confused. He’d seemed so adamant about he felt not moments ago.

You looked like a deer struck by headlights. Jake nudged your side trying to draw you out of your head, “Can I?” He asked.

“Do what?”

He frowned, “Apologize?” Did Nat put him up to this? Was it some sort of stupid, sick joke?

You nodded, stepping aside to let him in. It felt awkward. So, unlike any other time you’d been with him. This felt forced. Uncomfortable.

“I’m so sorry. I did not mean what I said. You have to believe me Bee. Please.” He went to grab your hand and you let him, he seemed sincere, “I got caught up in the moment. The guys were teasing me before you two got there looking as good as you did. And Jesus, did you look good Y/N. I just wanted them off my back and I took it out on you. And that isn’t right.” He grabbed your chin with his other hand seeing your eyes well up with a fresh set of tears that threatened to spill over.

“Don’t cry. Please don’t cry beautiful. Please. You have to know how highly I think of you. You’re everything and more love. Smarter than any woman or man I’ve met. Quicker than any pilot in the air. Prettier than any girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. You’re it Y/N.” He whispered. That was all it took to in cry even though he asked you not to. This was the Jake you were used to. The Jake back at the bar was more like Hangman, an utter fucking dick. This was Jake. Your favorite sweet boy Jake. The one you’d fallen madly in love with over the years.

See you and Jake met at your first go around at Top Gun years prior. Jake had always had a soft spot for you. Especially after you waxed his ass so flawlessly in the air. It took him months to find a way to beat you. When he did you have him a high five. The competitiveness didn’t matter, your colleague was getting better. That meant better for everybody in the field.

But you were never available. Whether it was your long-term shithead of a boyfriend from college or some random fling the timing just never worked out. Then you were shipped off to the other side of the country and you lost touch.

Jake about lost his mind when he spotted you sitting next to Natasha the night before the first day at the Hard Deck. Rubbed his eyes and all, you just didn’t seem real. When he went up to talk to you he was quite frankly shocked to find you without a rock on your finger. You were a fucking catch, why weren’t you taken? It really confused him when he learned you were single. He was ashamed of the male population. But it meant one thing. Jake could focus on you and only you now. He didn’t need to fuck around with these meaningless one-night stands. He could find meaning with you.

When he wrapped his arms around you it just felt right. Even if you were upset with him you couldn’t help but to melt right into his loving embrace. You just felt so whole. So protected and secure. Like he’d never even let a bad thought cross your mind. But it was never suffocating. It was just right. Everything you needed when you asked. Jake was special and you knew it. You’d never let one little slip up crack the foundation the two of you had so delicately been pouring for the last few years.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled when you pulled away from his chest.

Jake frowned deeply. Using both his hands his pushed your wild hair away from your face, “What are you apologizing for sweetheart?”

You let out a breath trying to regain your normality, “Crying. Messing up your shirt.”

“You have to know I don’t give a damn about that Y/N. Are you okay?” He placed his palm on your cheek wrapping his fingers around your head gently. You nuzzled into him out of habit.

Closing your eyes you nodded towards him, “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just glad you’re here.” You admitted softly.

Using his other hand, he pulled you back into his embrace. He brought your head into his chest, “I’m so sorry lovie. You looked so stunning in that dress. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. Payback said I was literally drooling.” He chuckled squeezing you softly.

You were enjoying every second of this sweetness between you and him. You’d learned slowly how he loved, through touch. He needed this as much as you did. As touch adverse as you’d been when you’d met him you’d grown to crave his every touch. Anytime, anywhere you’d let him grab ahold of you. You didn’t care, you wanted it more than anything. It blew your mind how he had changed you so wholly in that regard.

“It’s okay Jake.” You kissed his chest through his clothing. Something so innocent but sent him into a damn frenzy. He’d never had anybody do something quite so… sweet? Intimate? Love on him the way he wanted?

He knew it was officially over for him the moment you did that. Something you’d likely never remember doing but was now officially seared into his brain for forever, not that he was complaining. No, not at all.

“How’d I get so lucky to find somebody like you?”

You shook your head in his embrace, “Shush.”

He smiled knowing how hard it was to give you a damn compliment. Something he was going to work on with you. He knew he needed to do something major to really let you know how he felt, or you’d never believe it. He was tired of waiting. Tired of seeing you slip right through his grasp.

“Can I tell you something?” He asked knowing you’d never expect what was going to come out of his mouth next.

He wasn’t sure if was going to be able to tell you before he melted into a puddle seeing your sweet little doe eyes looking up at him, waiting, “Anything Jake. You know that.”

He tightened his hold around your waist before letting it all out, “You really are the most beautiful woman I know Y/N, inside and out. Fucking stunning. And you… you are so easy to love.” He smiled seeing your gaze on him, soaking in every single word, “What I’m trying to say is, I love you.” His thumb rubbed the skin where your shirt rode up sending shivers throughout your body.

“You what?” Your eyes widened as big as saucers as your voice raised an octave or two, certainly not expecting that confession.

“I love you.” He smiled, the words spilling out of his mouth much more freely than before. It felt fucking freeing to him to admit that to you.

Your eyes darted around his face before landing on his green ones. His beautiful green eyes, “You do?”

His smile could’ve melted you as equally as you seemed to be able to melt him, “I do. Very much so.” You not immediately darting away was a good sign. He could tell it was just taking you some time to process what the hell he’d just dropped into your lap.

“Oh, wow.” Biting your lip, you really tried of something better to say but that’s all that came to your mind.

He continued grinning seeing your brain short circuiting. You were rather expressive with your features, and he could see the confusion rise and fall. Adorable as ever. One of the many reasons he loved you so deeply, “Have I not made it obvious?” He asked, his smirk would’ve knocked you out had you not been clinging to him.

“I…” You paused realizing he had made it rather obvious. He called you lovie for God’s sake. Nat was right you were just blind to it. Not believing Jake could have actual feelings for you. You too had fought them off for years. You wanted him more than ever when you broke up with the douche bag all those years ago. But Jake was at a different stage in his life, or so you thought. He was bringing home random girls while you wanted a steady partner. It seemed incompatible. Had you actually talked though you would’ve learned he was just distracting himself from you. Two fucking idiots.

“Go on.” Jake urged you on, giving your hip a light squeeze.

You laughed softly letting the blush coat your cheeks for him to see. You didn’t have much to hide anyway, “I guess you have. I just haven’t noticed.” Smiling sheepishly, you added, “I am oblivious, you know that.”

He laughed pulling you fully into him, “You are lovie. You really are.” He kissed the crown of your head relishing in the moment. The pure simplicity of the moment made him feel the best he had in quite a long time.

“Jake?” You asked softly. Were you going to admit it to? Did you love him? That was easy, hell yeah you loved him. You’d loved him for a long time too. He showed you what a man was like. How a boyfriend should treat a girl. How to be loved. It was him. It was always going to be him. Your Jake.

“Yeah sweetheart?” He looked down using his free hand to stroke your hair. He didn’t really give a damn if you were going to say it back. You staying with him, letting him hold you was more than enough. It was all he needed.

But you had different plans. You were going to tell him. Had to tell him, “I love you too.”

His eyebrows rose in clear shock, “You do?” This time he was questioning you like he couldn’t believe those words came out of your mouth. Certainly not prepared for that.

“I do. A whole lot.” You giggled feeling that same weight releasing off your chest.

He grinned hearing those words and that joyous sound, “Well that calls for one thing then.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

He smirked, eyes darkening just a shade, “May I kiss you love?

You nodded quickly before you could back out, “Please.” A sinful look crossed his face before he grabbed your face in his hands so gently it sent another shiver down your spine.

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[ravensuperr]

Wait .... I'm in love with Valerie

This is a Continuation of Danny Valentine's Mess. Here's the link to read the masterpost. With that out of the way, enjoy the story.

Danny sat behind the bleachers, earbuds in, the crisp spring air brushing against his hoodie. He finally had a free period with no homework looming over him. A solid B in English — he was riding the high of academic competence for once. “Love on Top” by Beyoncé played in his ears, followed by Whitney Houston’s “I Will Always Love You.” Again. Like... for the tenth time in a row.

Danny leaned back against the bleachers, staring up into the clouds, his mind drifting far from the high school courtyard. He was deep in thought about his life—how weird it had become since he'd basically started moonlighting as a vigilante. He was technically breaking the law, even if people didn’t know it. Nobody knew what he carried, what he faced, or how often he almost didn’t come back from a fight. And still… here he was. In school. As if things were normal.

But today, for some reason, his mind kept circling back to Valerie.

He never would’ve guessed they’d even talk, much less become friends. She had been an A-lister—popular, confident, untouchable. He’d been… well, bottom of the food chain at Casper High. Different worlds.

Then came Phantom. And the ghost dog. And her dad lost his job because of a ghost attack he technically caused.

I didn’t mean to. But... intentions don’t fix damage. A “security failure,” they’d called it.

Valerie’s fall from social grace was brutal. Her so-called friends dropped her instantly once the money was gone. She became an outsider overnight.

A shadow of guilt flickered across his face.

And after that? She became Red Huntress. Hated all ghosts. Hated me. And I wouldn’t blame her.

He chuckled dryly, shaking his head.

We went from enemies to... whatever we are now. I don’t even know when it shifted. Maybe during the whole Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep mess. Stupid FruitLoop letting out the Ghost King caused such a mess that it nearly cost me and Valerie our lives just to fix Vlad's mistake.

Danny’s expression softened.

We weren’t enemies anymore. We weren’t... just allies either. Valerie started emailing me. I started showing up at the Nasty Burger more often — not to fight ghosts, but just to see her. Say hi. Keep her company. Pretend I wasn’t memorizing the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was nervous. Or how she played with her earrings when she was unsure.

He laughed quietly to himself.

She’s a black belt. A ninth-degree black belt, no less. Mom’s a twelve, so of course I asked her for training tips — mostly so I didn’t get thrown across a gym by Valerie again.

He stared at his screen as the next loop of Whitney started to play.

She surprised me. Valerie likes baseball. Never would’ve guessed. I thought she was more of a football type. And she said I surprised her too — apparently, I made her curious about astronomy. Said I talked about the stars like they were old friends.

Danny’s thoughts were abruptly cut off by the sound of someone calling his name.

Star (calling out): “Hey, Danny!”

Danny looked up, startled out of his emotional spiral. He saw Star and Paulina climbing the bleachers toward him. He paused his playlist and took out his remaining earbud, waiting to see what they wanted.

Star: “Why are you outside today?”

Danny (shrugging): “It’s my free period, and the weather’s been so nice it felt like a crime to spend it indoors. What about you two? Why are you outside?”

Paulina: “It’s our free period too. We figured we’d enjoy it out here.” Her eyes dropped to Danny’s phone. Paulina: “Danny, what are you listening to?”

Danny: “How do you know I was listening to something?”

Paulina (smirking): “One of your earbuds is still in, and the other one’s just sitting in the case. Kinda obvious.”

Danny (chuckling): “Oh… right. Dumb question. Just some songs from my playlist.”

Star (tilting her head, teasing): “Wait a sec… are you seriously listening to ‘Love on Top’ by Beyoncé and ‘I Will Always Love You’ by Whitney Houston?”

Danny blinked, caught.

Star (grinning): “Are you in love with Valerie? Wait—are you two dating right now!?”

Danny (practically choking): “Wait… WHAT?! Why would you even say that!?”

Star (innocently): “Fenton, don’t you remember Valentine’s Day in homeroom? We asked what songs you’d listen to if you were, like, head-over-heels in love. You literally said those two songs. And then you said—specifically—‘if I were ever in love with Valerie, it’d be these.’”

Danny looked like someone had unplugged his brain. He sat frozen, jaw slightly slack.

Paulina (groaning, to Star): “You know you’re my best friend, right? But did you just say that out loud?”

Star (confused): “What? What did I do wrong?”

Paulina: “Clearly, Danny was in the middle of his Cher moment.”

Danny (finally snapping back): “I mean… okay, yeah, we’ve been emailing a lot. I stop by her job sometimes just to say hi. I’ve met her dad — had dinner at her place once, actually. Did you know she told me she used to take her dad for granted? But after he lost his job, they got closer. Val’s even met my parents. And Jazz.”

He suddenly paused as if the realization had just landed in his chest like a meteor.

Danny (wide-eyed): “Oh my Ancients… I’m in love with Valerie Gray.”

Paulina and Star (in unison): “No duh.”

Star (grinning as she plops down beside him): “So, what’s the game plan, lover boy?”

Danny (blinking): “Game plan?”

Star (as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world): “How are you going to tell your Val that you’re in love with her?”

Danny (still dazed): "Uh… I don’t know. I mean… I think I wanna ask her out. There’s a carnival coming to Amity Park soon. I figured I could take her there… maybe grab dinner afterward at that new retro diner downtown. I’ve been saving up my allowance. It’s way better than Nasty Burger. I’m not that cheap.”

Paulina (smirking): “Wow, planning a whole date? Look at you go. That’s cute.”

Star (elbowing Paulina): “He even picked a romantic setting. Night carnival, lights, rides, sugary snacks—he’s pulling a total rom-com move.”

Danny (muttering to himself): “…Gray Ghost is going to be canon.”

Paulina (perking up): “Wait, what did you just say?”

Danny (blushing): “Nothing. Just—uh, I always thought that if people shipped me and Valerie, the name would be Gray Ghost. You know… her last name is Gray, and, well… I’ve got that whole ghost thing going on.”

Star (grinning ear to ear): “Hold up. You made your own ship name? Before you even admitted you liked her?”

Paulina (gasping): “Oh. My. Gosh. Danny, you were crushing so hard and didn’t even realize it.”

Star (laughing): “You literally named the ship and still thought you were ‘just friends’? Fenton, you’re a walking slow-burn romance trope.”

Danny (groaning and covering his face): “Okay, okay, I get it. I was Clueless, alright?”

Paulina (teasing): “Like Cher in the movie.”

Star: “At least you finally figured it out.”

Danny (smiling): “Yeah, well… better late than never.”

Danny chuckled and stood.

Danny: “Okay, before I go… there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell Valerie. You remember that accident I had?”

Both girls paused.

Paulina: “Yeah. You were out of school for a few days. They said you got hurt in your parents’ lab.”

Danny nodded slowly. “Yeah. I… got electrocuted. Pretty bad.”

Both girls’ faces paled.

Star: “Wait—WHAT?! You got electrocuted and your parents didn’t take you to the hospital?!”

Paulina: “There’s no way Jasmine would’ve let that slide. She’d have dragged you to the ER herself.”

Danny: “That’s... kind of the conversation I need to have with Valerie. Let’s just say... I’m technically alive, and not… entirely.”

Star and Paulina stared at him, completely speechless.

Danny gave a small, nervous smile. “Forget it. I’ll figure out how to tell her. Maybe on the Ferris wheel at the carnival. You know—make it memorable.”

Star (serious): “Danny… I know Paulina and I weren’t the best friends to Valerie when her dad lost his job and she lost her status. But… she’ll understand. If you’re honest with her.”

Paulina: “Val’s tough. She doesn’t sugarcoat anything. But if she knows you’re telling the truth—no games, no lies—she’ll listen.”

Danny: “Thanks. I just need to do it before someone tries to talk me out of it.”

With that, he turned to leave.

Danny: “We’ve still got a few minutes of free period. I’m gonna head to the library. Thanks again—for everything.”

The girls waved him off and sat in silence for a beat.

Paulina: “Hey… you know I have that Phantom altar in my locker, right?”

Star: “Yeah?”

Paulina (swallowing): “Do you think… is Danny implying what I think he’s implying?”

Star’s eyes widened. “Don’t say it. I don’t even know if I can handle that being true.”

Paulina (low): “But it makes sense.”

Star (whispering): “I know. Valerie told me once—she overheard Danny’s parents talking about what they’d do to Phantom while she was on the phone with him. It freaked her out.”

Paulina: “That’s… wow.”

Star: “If Danny tells her the truth—and if we keep Sam and Tucker, especially Sam, from interfering—I think it’ll be okay.”

A voice chimed in behind them. “I agree.”

They turned to see Heather standing at the base of the bleachers, arms crossed, confidence radiating.

Paulina and Star: “Heather?! Wait—you dated Danny?!”

Heather gave a faint, knowing smile. “Yeah. I’m one of his exes. And I think it’s time someone gave Sam Manson a taste of her own medicine.”

Star: “Wait—what did Sam do?”

Heather’s smile dimmed. “Let’s just say… there’s a reason Danny has three exes. And Tucker wasn’t the problem. Manson was.”

Paulina: “So what are you saying?”

Heather: “I’m saying Danny deserves a real shot at happiness. And you, me, the whole cheer squad? We’re going to make sure his date with Valerie is perfect. This confession? It’s going to be the best one Amity Park has ever seen.”

Star (grinning): “Wait—we’re getting the squad involved?”

Heather: “The whole squad.”

Star (whistling): “You think that’ll be enough?”

Heather (smirking): “It’s more than enough. And I’m getting help from my friends to keep Sam busy.”

Paulina (smiling): “Alright. Commence Operation Gray Ghost.”

[dereks-unrelenting-heart]

SFTH Chaotic Highlights (The Meringue Haberdashery)

Part 2 of the longforms, here we go:

So first things first, when I heard this title I had to google the definition of haberdashery because both myself and my mom thought it was one of those words that basically meant nonsense. Apparently it doesn't even mean that in America so idk where we got that idea

"I teach you nothing, I only show you the way" Someone needs to tell Don Juan the definition of 'teach'

"I sewed the funeral suit, she looked better than when she was alive" Not the best time to be prideful of your work but go off I guess

"It was a difficult time, and I found myself, uhhhhhhhh-" Absolutely no one knew what was going on at any point in this entire play and I'll never get tired of the chaos that vibe created

God, there's so much to say about the fucked up flashback sequence- The confusion over whether the dead girl was Don's wife or child, AJ assuming Sam was playing Don's child self as opposed to the kid who died, Don Juan being continuously 'in the flow' while no one seemed to know wtf he was on about, the girl's name changing to Nikita, AJ stage slapping the shit out of Sam, and ofc the fucked up death of a needle going through the child's eye shown via Sam's brilliant stagecraft

Also I think "You can sew a waistcoat perfectly, but you cannot sew a narrative together" deserves its own bulletpoint, I love that line so much

"I've had a difficult life, Don Juan, and if you want to live it... Then go for it" Words of wisdom from Don Juan #1 there

Even in a brief moment, we really get to see the gears turning in Sam's head when hearing the word 'sopa', searching the 'Spanish vocabulary' section of his mind before confirming Luke is in fact talking about soup

"You ever wonder why you and him have the same name?" Luke bringing up the elephant in the room that will soon become a surprising plot point

"He has no ambition!" "He's had a rough year!" He's like damn, give my name twin a break, his daughter died in a really traumatic way, of course he's not alright

"For many years his daughter was alive and healthy! Yet the shop stayed the same size! W H Y ?" Luke's delivery on 'Why' is perfectly over-the-top, as always

The back and forth of the soup bit "Give me a spoon" "I gave you a spoon" "Oh. Well this spoon is shit, get me a better one-"

*insert Adam Driver 'good soup' meme*

This is just a question, but could anyone tell me what Luke says after Sam says "He could maybe find some closure, some religion, something else-" because I can't for the life of me understand, and the autogenerated captions completely gave up on it

"I am a very sexy man" - Tom, in every goddamn improvised play (unless of course, he's a very sexy woman instead)

Luke deciding to become a ghost/hallucination of Don Juan #1's dead daughter- I know she ends up being a ghost, but the first scene really has vibes of 'oh this man has PTSD' so idk what the original intentions were

Idk if it was Nikita's voice or the fact a customer had just stolen the store's bell for some reason, but Don Juan has lost his ability to form words! That shit wasn't even stuttering anymore, it was full-on, natural-sounding gibberish, like he was playing the translator game with a language that doesn't actually exist

"Don Juan.." "Yes, Don Juan?" Ah yes, the culmination of the joke I've been waiting for

Sam suggesting AJ already tried giving himself a lobotomy after AJ speaks fluent alien-speak again is top-tier comedy

Unexpected Don Juan lore drop: Not only was he born and abandoned inside the haberdashery, he also constructed the entire building himself, as an infant. The more you know!

"Just like the namesake of this haberdashery, you are cracking! Like a meringue that's been left out too long... I can't watch your mind fracture like a meringue under a hammer" Guys I think Don Juan #2 might be trying to remind us of the play's title and that it's totally relevant to the plot

Hey so has the fandom decided on what the dead daughter's name is? Or is it like a Billy/Timothy/Benjamin type thing? Because I need answers

"Has your dead daughter been saying things to me fro beyond the grave? No! ... My wife on the other hand-" I don't have anything to add here, I just like that bit

Sam caught that needle in his hand like he caught the cocktail in The Hare Who Wore A Sweater

"You know anti-psychotics could cause mental cracking in healthy minds, so we're just wondering, what's going on here?" The tone of this whole conversation is as if the doctor is trying not to cause drama, as they actively (and accurately) accuse the 'sick' wife of drugging the town. I can't tell if that's just the characters general vibe or if they're worried about their own safety if they piss this lady off

Luke: "What are you doing?" Sam: *silently trying to figure out who the hell this character's supposed to be* "Nikita-?" Luke: *closing one eye to make it more obvious* "What are you doing??"

Sam goes through the same confused thought process after the 'What are you doing to yourself?' line

"Who is making you do this?" "He is" "Who is making you do this?" "He is making me do this-" "WHO is making you DO THIS? Come on!" "I- I'm making me do this-" ".. It's your wife, your fucking wife" Nikita/Luke is so tired of Don Juan/Sam's shit

"Do you ever wonder why you and my father have the same name?" Luke started this plot line, and now he's the one to end it

Luke being the translator for the audience is so funny. He said 'es verdad' and was like 'fuck you aren't gonna know what that means, here I'll spell it out for you'

"I was never sick.. I just don't like working!" Understandable villain motivation

"He said I was a bad influence and he kept me away" I mean you did drug the whole town, I can imagine you weren't the best influence back then either

Also wow, they made the daughter's death even more fucked up than before-

Tom being summoned to stand and represent 1000 Don Juans, as his singular self

"We really have to finish the show" "So it finishes with the villain winning!" A villain played by Luke winning is the only kind of unhappy ending I want to see, really it couldn't have gone better

Final thoughts: Everyone that thinks The Lighthouse is the most chaotic SFTH play needs to rewatch The Meringue Haberdashery right now

[wubudubu123]

"Plan B" Rafe Cameron x JohnB's!sister!reader FLUFF&ANGST

summary: Maya Routledge decided to go to Rafe's party which leads to trouble | part one

a/n: hey guys part two is here lmk how you like it. this part has more fluff and angst. :** (kisses on y'all's foreheads)

When Rafe dropped me off a week after the events in Barbados, I still hadn’t heard from my brother. While this wasn’t uncommon, it felt like something was wrong. His entire gang had also been reported missing. So you can imagine my relief when they finally returned with news of supposedly discovering El Dorado. What shocked everyone in Kildare even more was the revelation that Ward hadn’t been dead all along. Unfortunately, he was now.

I hadn’t had a chance to offer my condolences to Rafe again since I hadn't seen him. I knew he was involved in some deal regarding the cross, but that was all I knew. My reunion with John B. was brief; he came home just to tell me he was alive before heading over to JJ’s place. Despite the rumors, none of them shared any information with me about the gold or anything else. I guess being stranded with them on an island for who knows how long wasn’t enough of a reason for them to share their secrets with me.

Out of the blue, I heard about a big party that Rafe was throwing at Tannyhill. I didn't expect that from him, especially since he was grieving. At first, I wasn't planning to go, mainly because I was a Pogue and also because I felt strange after our drunken sex. I wasn't sure how I would act around him, so I thought to myself, "Better to be safe than sorry." The day before the party, I received an unexpected DM during my shift.

From therafecam 7 minutes ago

Party @ mine tmrw 9pm. C u there?

The restaurant was packed, so I didn't have a chance to respond right away. This gave me some time to think. Did he really want to see me? He must have been thinking about me, but maybe I was reading too much into it; perhaps he had passed that message to everyone. That seems likely. Since I was younger, he might not have taken me seriously. Did he see me more as a sister, except for that one night? But maybe that was just the influence of alcohol. He was a friend—perhaps more of an acquaintance.

"What's the worst that can happen?" I thought to myself as I mustered up the courage to go ahead with my plans, determined to act casual.

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The following evening, however, I found myself putting a little more thought into my appearance. I carefully selected a basic top and a short skirt, ensuring I had a jeans jacket on hand in case the weather turned chilly. Just as I was about to step out, John B. unexpectedly appeared, blocking my path.

"Where are you going?" he inquired, his eyes scanning me from head to toe, a mix of curiosity and annoyance evident on his face.

"To my friend's," I replied, deliberately avoiding his prying question.

"Which friend?" he persisted, his tone growing increasingly irritating.

"Why do you care?" I retorted, growing frustrated with his intrusion.

"Because I care. I asked you something," he snapped back, his voice now raised slightly.

"Jeez, get off my back," I snapped back, my patience wearing thin as I attempted to make my way towards the door.

"You're not going anywhere dressed like a hooker. Get changed," he declared, his words dripping with judgment and control.

"The fuck do you mean? I don't look like that. Get outta my way and fuck off," I pushed him aside, my determination to proceed with my plans fueling my defiance.

"Maya, I promise you, if you go out right now, you'll be in deep shit," he warned, his finger pointing directly at me, his voice filled with a mix of concern and frustration.

I shut the door and headed to the bus stop. Fifteen minutes later, I was at Tannyhill a little after 9:30.

When I went inside the smell of marihuana immediately hit my nostrils. Future was blasting on speakers and the crowd was either talking, drinking, or dancing. I recognized a few people from school, who graduated last year. I said hi to some of them and went into the living room.

I saw Rafe talking to a group of people but he instantly raised his gaze to my eyes. "Heyy May" He got up from the couch and hugged me. When he pulled away I saw him looking up and down my body. "Nice skirt. Good to see you."

"Thanks and good to see you too. My condolences. It's terrible what happened to your dad. I'm really sorry." I said more seriously.

"Thanks and you're right. Them fucking Pogues saw everything and didn't do anything." I saw something change in his eyes. A hint of rage. "But let's not talk about that. Come on I'll get you something to drink."

"Sure, thanks." We went to the kitchen and he poured me a cup of I don't know what. I took a sip. Not that bad.

"Sooo does your brother know you're here?" he asked and I couldn't exactly read his face.

"No way, he would freak out. He's really bossing himself around and it's fucking annoying." I took another sip.

"Yea yea I know whatcha mean. Rose was also overprotective when I was in high school. Always bothering me and checking what I'm doing. Thankfully she can't do shit now." he laughed, looking at me intensely. He wasn't sober for sure. I could see that he was already tipsy.

"Yea you know, it's not even that he's overprotective. He just wants to show everyone that he has control over me." I stared into the floor a bit irritated by the thought of my brother's behavior.

Rafe leaned onto the counter crossing his elbows and looking up at me. "And does he, May?" his tone was flirtatious and daring.

"Well if he did I wouldn't be here tonight. Would I?" I met his eyes and Jesus Christ it was hard to maintain eye contact. A big grin spread across his face as if to say 'that's what I wanted to hear'.

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The whole evening flew by very fast and after long conversations, we were sitting on balcony chairs, sharing a joint and looking at the stars. I felt good with the fact that Rafe spent time mainly with me. It quickly got people's attention but no one said anything. The silence was comfortable only disturbed with the sound of breathing.

His hand was resting on my thigh and gently massaging little circles. "I wanna kiss you, May." his voice sounded very sleepy and tired.

He studied my face waiting for a reaction. He then leaned in and took my chin, pulling me in. I felt butterflies in my stomach when he lightly kissed my lips. Not invasive but very intimate. Like a kiss between old lovers. I couldn't help but smile. He also smiled, chuckling at my excitement. I continued to gaze at the stars, feeling his warm hands.

I pulled out my phone to take a picture when I saw a bunch of messages and four missed calls from John B.

Message from: J-bird

where r u??? 10:43

pick up 11:02

maya I'm serious 11:03

r u okay?? 11:27

be back by midnight or else 11:35

"Fuck" I whispered under my nose, scrolling through notifications. I looked at the time. 28 minutes past midnight.

"What?" Rafe asked confused and stoned. He peeked at my phone and saw everything I was worried about. "Oh, shit. You're in trouble, May"

"You don't say?" I said sarcastically. I rubbed my forehead trying to think of what to do.

"Hey, it's gon be alright. Don't worry 'bout it. I can give you a lift if you want." he stroked my back slowly in a comforting manner.

"Aren't you too high to drive?" I raised an eyebrow, questioning.

"Nahh, I'm a great driver even after a joint. Besides we only had one for two. It's okay. Come on let's go." He got up and led the way. Most of the guests had already gone home so there were 10 people tops.

We got into his white Jeep Cherokee and started driving. "I had a really nice time. Thanks for the invite." I said a bit shy.

"Me too, May" I caught him staring at me.

"Look at the road, Rafe or you'll kill us and this beautiful car." I laughed and fixed my eyes outside my window. He just smiled and didn't say anything else.

When he parked on the side of the road, John B. must have heard it, because he was in the front of our house. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" he yelled at Rafe, ready to fight him.

"Whoa chill, dude." he raised his arms in defense. "I'm just dropping May off. It's a favor so say 'thank you.'" I rolled my eyes. I knew he wanted to piss him off just a little.

"Don't you fucking dare." he run up to us and I stood between them just in time.

"Okay, easy." I turned to Rafe and gave him a quick goodbye hug. "Thanks for everything." I said to Rafe.

My brother must have smelled something because he said "Are you seriously getting high with my sister?! And you're driving in this state?! You get close to her again and we'll fucking come for you!" He didn't stop yelling and I was sure the whole Cut had heard us.

"Stop, John B. Let's go." I said and saw Rafe getting in the car.

We went inside and I saw Sarah sitting in the living room. My brother of course had to tell her everything that happened. Not that she didn't hear that.

"Your brother is getting her fucking stoned. You understand it?! She's seventeen!" he continued.

"I'm eighteen in two weeks!" I said, trying to go to my room. He grabbed me by the sleeve of my jacket.

"I don't give a fuck. You and I are not done yet." By this time I've had enough of this shit. Thankfully Sarah jumped in.

"Let her go, Hun. It's late. We'll talk in the morning." he let go instantly.

I went to my room. Washed my makeup off and got in the shower. The entire time I was thinking about Rafe.