#like imagine that they all didn't know each other before

[evilminji]

Plus? The internet culture of "lol, yeah, totally bro. That cliff is REAL safe to jump off of!" Petering off into "wait... wait, this looks REAL. Should... should we CALL somebody?" "Dude, WHO?! Who's gonna take your ass seriously?!" Etc?

Cause like? They're not qualified for this. Some of them are like 12. Some are in their 40s. Some have relevant jobs or hobbies, but some? Feel helpless. That EXACT feeling of watching someone on the other side of a window getting attacked by something... and being unable to help.

The steamer is cold. Afraid. Lost. There could be bloodshed or bandits or poison. They no longer have ANY privacy. At ALL.

God forbid they're in a dark fantasy world. Or a Gritty one. Or are a woman. Shit could HAPPEN to them! The watchers fuckin KNOW the Meta! KNOW the tropes! There's probably SLAVERY or some shit there!!! Or demons! Slavery demons!!!!!!

But? If chat can get through? And they can work TOGETHER? They CAN send pictures. Here! *graph 1* *graph 2* *graph 3* this is how you ______!

Just? Imagine. This group of disparate people, dismissive and just here in passing, getting pulled in? Because it's HUMAN NATURE. To HELP. To not give up! To get their friend, the streamer who is isolated, scared, alone (like they were) back home!

Yeah, none of them TRUELY know each other. But does that mean they care less? That they are less willing to help? The streamer is both a friend and a stranger. They both care and don't yet know the REAL them. Yet? It doesn't MATTER.

The streamer is afraid. Alone. Asking for help.

How many nights? When their depression hit real bad? Or they had a fight with family or someone they cared about? Or work/school was hell on earth? Was the streamer THERE? A distraction. Fun. Something GOOD and bright, to laugh and have fun with? So the day didn't feel so shit?

They GOT you Streamer. Yeah, they were assholes before. But... uh, that's cause it was funny. They swear! They would NOT pull that shit when it actually COUNTS. Have a bespoke meme for morale. Don't worry! We totally got your folks on the phone AND your cat is fed! We had to spam your friends stream, but they figured out what was going on and went over to your house. (Only like, five of us got banned!)

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[peachyprophets-blog]

BETWEEN SUN AND MOON

Humanoid! Catnap x Reader x Humanoid!Dogday

CW: Nicknames "Angel"

Summary: You get a letter calling you to an old factory. When you arrive, you recognize old faces that you once saw and loved as a child...

A/N: I've finished Chapter 4 of Poppy Playtime and felt the urge to write a FF.

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The letter was on the table in front of you. You were surprised when you found this letter in your mail. The letter had an address that you hadn't been to for a long time, Playtime. When you were younger, you went there every day. Your favorites there were always Catnap and Dogday. Unfortunately, at some point you couldn't go anymore because your parents moved with you to another state. The last time you went there as a child, you were given two cuddly toys, Catnap and Dogday. The employees had known you long enough now and thought it would be a pleasure to give you smaller versions of two of your favorites as a parting gift. When you remembered it, you had to smile, of course that made you super happy. You still had them both to this day, and they accompanied you when you moved with Catnap and Dogday, you never felt lonely. And when you moved back to the city where you grew up after years because you had been offered a well-paid job, you suddenly found the letter in your mail inviting you to the Playtime area. You had already heard about the factory closing back then, but like everyone else, you didn't know why the factory with the great figures and the endless fun had closed. So you decided to drive to the factory the next day to see how things were going and maybe find out why the factory was closed.

When you went to the factory the next day, you were already excited inside, you were finally returning after all these years to the place that was so dear to you as a child. When you entered the factory, you were confused why it was open, but you didn't worry about it. After many terrible events such as the chase by Huggy Wuggy or Mommy Long Legs, you finally arrived at Playcare, the place that had shaped you so much. But you now knew how terrible this place was in secret and could also imagine why it had been closed. When you arrived at Playcare, you sat down for a moment because you were exhausted, but as soon as you had found some peace and quiet, a red mist came towards you before your vision became increasingly blurred and you fell into a restless sleep.

You can remember this dream, you had had it once before as a child. You woke up but your eyes remained closed, you heard two voices communicating with each other and there was a slightly sweet smell in the room. "Are you sure they're okay?" a voice asked worriedly but got no answer, just a deep "mhhhm". You were slowly able to open your eyes and what you saw frightened you. Dogday and Catnap were standing right in front of you, they seemed to be arguing with each other. When Dogday noticed that you were awake, he started to smile and sat down next to you before gently stroking your head with his hand. "Angel, you're awake," he said to me in a soothing tone. Before I could answer, I felt another weight next to you. Catnap had sat down next to me and laid his head against mine. "Don't worry, angel, he's missed you all these years, just like I have," Dogday assured me. Catnap gave an affirmative purr and looked me in the eyes for a moment longer. He seemed to notice that the dream was getting to you because shortly afterwards he rubbed his head against yours in a soothing manner.

"We've never forgotten you, of course, but we were always with you." When Dogday said these words, you remembered the cuddly toys you were given back then. Sometimes it felt like they were watching you.

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[melercies]

imagine this...

pairing(s): nam-gyu x pinkguard!reader (specifically triangle) x thanos imagine

warning(s): gender-neutral reader(!!), slightly suggestive at the end. Read at your own risk, intended use of lowercase. my best interpretation of these two characters.

author's note: I PULLED UP BOTH OF THEIR WIKIS TO READ AND TRY GET THEIR CHARACTERS FROM THEIR PERSONALITY. i remembered that i had request this as an anon towards someone's blog (specifically midnite-c6; heavily inspired by their incredible writing), and figured to emphasize it with some ideas of my own. i'm grateful for them for writing it. I did give a subtle background for the reader too. :) Please let me know if I missed anything. Likes, Reblogs and Comments are highly appreciated!

you were simply just like any other ordinary pink guard, managing, upkeeping, and enforcing the rules of this horrendous game under the order of the Front Man. since you were given the opportunity to work as a soldier in the games due to the hopeless situation you were in before becoming a pink solider. desperate times calls for desperate measures you suppose.

all you had to do was follow the rules; never remove your masks to reveal your identity, no questioning of any command given or initiate any friendships to gain any forms of attachment. just eliminate players and make sure none of the contestants broke any of the game's guidelines. simple enough, right?

wrong. there were two particular contestants that had caught your attention. you shouldn't have been intrigued by them, you mentally scolded yourself. but it was hard not to be. they were literally acting as if these death games were the same as a children's playground. it was absurd. but it was amusing...to say the least.

after watching the purple-haired contestant who seems to go by the name, thanos, who was skipping around, killing players and having the time of his life in red light, green light along with nam-gyu following around, and partaking within the tense conflict between player 333, thanos and himself, you've made your choice.

of course, you were cautious and careful about the decisions you've made. you were as subtly as possible, if you were caught, dire consequences were to be delivered your way or, to save the effort and time, kill you.

you've made sure to ensure their safety for now, wanting to keep them alive to draw out the possibilities as to what they could do next to entertain you. even if it meant to kill other contestants unfairly as you kept a sharp eye towards their direction.

you've given them small advantages sneakily here and there, managing to slip by without a singular witness or anyone catching what you were doing. going from preventing conflicts that could get both of them killed to giving them extra food within their meals given in comparison to other players' meals.

of course, it didn't take long til one of them took notice before informing the other. the only question lingering within their minds, why? they knew you were one of the guards who were tasked to eliminate those who lose within the games, so why are you...helping them?

despite the triangular mask you wore to conceal your identity, they plan to find out who you were and confront to you. both keeping a rather particular eye on you. they knew which guard you were, often catching you taking a slight subtle glance towards their direction or they could just sense it, they just fucking knew it was you.

especially when it came to meal times, you would stand there with one hand that held a drink and the other that held the given sustenance (if you could even call it a proper nourishment for the players...) giving each player their limited ration, ignoring their complaints and noises of disbelief until it came to them.

the main dormitory was noisy, filled with the atmosphere of weary players who had just endured another brutal round. the smell of the tasteless food wafted through the air, mixing with the lingering fear and tension that never seemed to fade in this place. the players grumbled and complained about their meager rations, their voices filled with frustration, but you, as always, stood motionless behind the food station, handing out the same bland meal to each one of them.

the mask you wore, that stark triangular symbol, was meant to hide everything; your face, your emotions, your identity. to blend in with the other guards, to remain invisible. but it was becoming harder. they were starting to notice you.

as you handed out the meal to the next few contestants, you couldn't help, but feel their eyes on you. nam-gyu's calculating gaze lingered for a moment longer than necessary, though he remained silent. thanos, however, was blatant. both of them trying to figure you out despite the appearance you kept up was hard enough to get a read from.

when thanos had appeared next in line, you could feel the tension between you, thick and almost palpable. thanos was grinning, his usual cocky self, but this time there was something behind that grin, something more calculated in the way he sized you up. nam-gyu stood behind him, calm as ever, but you could see the flicker of something behind his eyes. an awareness that wasn't there before.

you moved to hand thanos his ration, a carton of milk and bread wrapped in plastic. you handed it to him with your usual blank expression, but before you could pull your hand away, you subtly slide an extra piece of bread, quickly and barely for anyone to notice.

thanos didn't flinch, didn't make any overt sign that he saw it. he simply took the rations with a slow, deliberate motion, his eyes not leaving you for a second. he stared at the food in his hands, looking back at you with a sly, knowing smile before turning around and heading back to his bunk. nam-gyu, on the other hand, stepped forward, an undeniable intensity within his eyes. he knew. they both knew. the question now was what they'd do with this knowledge.

without saying another word, you turned and moved to hand nam-gyu his rations, finding your own heart racing, but maintained the same calm demeanor as you slipped an extra piece of bread. just the same thing you've done for thanos, feeling nam-gyu's gaze on your form, sharper than ever.

his fingers had brushed against yours for moment, and you felt a brief shiver at the subtle touch before he politely thanked you. he took his rations and headed where thanos was sitting. you knew that thanos and nam-gyu would be conversing upon it, no one noticing that they were getting these advantages when the other contestants were too busy conversing upon what could possibly be ahead for them or the food in front of them.

you handed out the last of the rations with a quick, controlled motion, ignoring the lingering eyes of thanos and nam-gyu. "enjoy your meal," you stated, your voice cool, almost disinterested. then, without another word, you turned and moved away, the weight of their scrutiny following you.

it was risky. you knew it was, and yet, you still continued on. both of them were still alive. because of you.

there was at one point, where thanos had tried offering you the small pills inside his cross necklace which you were questioning as to how it managed to get within the game itself with no detection. which you declined, shaking your head while nam-gyu was poking your body, and touching your mask. you didn't know if he was doing this out of curiosity or simply for his own enjoyment, but each touch caused you to flinch and when he was about to pull your mask off, you didn't hesistate to lift your gun and point it directly at him as a warning. obviously, they backed off from that, not wanting to get killed.

questions would tend to spur towards you between both of them, but you never answered a singular question of theirs. and it certainly didn't take long til a confrontation occured during your shift of covering the bathrooms, making sure no one is causing trouble. one of your shifts would be where things would certainly take a turn for you.

the dimly lit corridor of the bathroom hallway felt strangely still, a quiet echo of the chaos that always surrounded the players. you stood with you back pressed against the cold wall, your triangular mask in place, you eyes scanning the hallway within an unblinking focus. the task was simple, stand guard, make sure no players caused trouble, and ensure no one broke the rules. as long as you kept your distance, it was easy to blend in.

but tonight was different. the air felt charged, a tense electricity crackling around you as you stood. you had a feeling something was coming, and when thanos and nam-gyu appeared, you knew the storm was finally here.

thanos strutted toward the bathroom door with his usual carefree swagger, his purple hair messy and wild. but his eyes, those sharp, calculating eyes, flicked toward you for a split second, and you could feel the weight of his gaze. he had already started to sense something.

behind him, nam-gyu walked more slowly, his posture calm, but there was a sharpness in his steps. he had always been more observant, and it didn't take long for his eyes to lock on you as well. you did your best to keep still, not giving anything away, but they were too good. they knew.

"you," thanos's voice broke the silence, teasing but with an edge of something darker. he stopped in front of you, his lips curling into a smirk as he looked you over, then glanced to nam-gyu. "i knew it was you. always watching, always giving us just enough. don't think i didn't notice, guard."

"you've been helping us," nam-gyu said, his voice low, almost cold. "extra food, extra attention...you're not just doing your job. you're playing a different game, hmm?"

thanos's grin widened, sensing the opportunity. he leaned in, close enough that his breath fanned against your triangular mask. the one thing that separated both you and him, and you somehow found yourself gripping the firearm in your hands tighter. "what's your angle, guard? what are you getting out of this? you've been pretty... generous to us, haven't you?" his voice dripped with amusement, but there was something more dangerous in the way he spoke now.

you stood there, frozen for a moment, your heart pounding under the mask. you have been careful. you have bee subtle. but here you were, both of them were standing in front of you, catching onto your quiet acts of defiance. the games weren't just about survival for them; they were about control, about manipulation and right now, they were flipping that dynamic onto you.

before you could respond or move away, thanos's hand shot out, grabbing your wrist with a sudden force that left no room for protest. "you're not going anywhere," he said, his voice low and insistent, a playful glint in his eyes as he pulled you towards a door that lead to the men's bathroom. "we've got some questions for you, guard." nam-gyu didn't need to speak; the message was clear. you weren't going to get away without giving proper answers.

the door to the men's bathroom slammed shut behind you as thanos pushed you inside, dragging you further into the dimly lit room. it was empty; just you, thanos, and nam-gyu.

thanos leaned in, his breath hot against your mask as he whispered, "you thought you could sneak by, didn't you? you thought you could just help us without anyone noticing." he took a step back, his grin growing wider, more dangerous.

nam-gyu moved closer, his movements deliberate, but a quiet power was evident in his eyes that sent a shiver through you. "you've been careful, but not careful enough," he said, his voice mockingly soft yet piercing. "we know what you've been doing. and now you're doing to explain it to us, right?"

you took a slow step back, but thanos was faster, his hand shooting out to block your retreat. his fingers brushed against you as he leaned in once more. "you've been playing both sides, haven't you? helping us, getting close. do you like it? do you like being close to us?"

the tension between the three of you was thick, the silence hanging in the air, broken only by your steady breaths underneath the mask. you had never been this close to them before, and now the weight of their scruntiny was more suffocating than you had anticipated.

thanos stepped forward, his face inches from yours, his smirk never wavering. it almost felt he and nam-gyu could see through your mask. "you're not so good at hiding, are you? i can feel it. you want something more from us, don't you?" his voice was suddenly soft, almost teasing though, as if he were savoring the moment. "maybe you just want to be seen."

nam-gyu didn't speak immediately as you felt nam-gyu suddenly holding onto your mask, almost as if he was about to lift it and reveal your identity towards them. his other hand holding onto your shoulder in a grip, rubbing it slightly. you didn't stop him, remaining completely still. "you're playing a dangerous game, y'know?" nam-gyu murmured close.

the words hung in the air, thick with tension, and just as you thought they might let you go, thanos leaned in, a final whisper of threat in his voice. "i think you like this. being caught. being trapped between us." his hand grazed your arm as he spoke, his grip tightening slightly on your wrist.

nam-gyu's eyes traced over you, intense and unwavering, his gaze heavy with unspoken meaning. a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he took a step closer. his voice was low, almost a whisper. "you'll figure it out soon enough," he murmured. "what it really means to play with us...and what happens when you finally stop pretending you're not interested." his hand then lifted up your mask.

[aninipanin1]

Hello!!! I have a little suggestion for the manager!reader series.... What if manager!reader made tiktoks/little skits around each stratum for blue lock tv promotional content? I can imagine a lot of people fighting for the spot next to the reader when they do silly tiktok trends hehe ( ＾ω＾ )

Anyways, that's all from me!!! Take care of yourself, and thank you! (*^▽^)/★*☆♪

SUSPECT!

Notes: I don't have TikTok so I don't know much about it. But this turned out to be more player focused lmao enjoy!

"We have to do a what?"

"Some tiktok challenges. Our media manager has already made you guys an account and um, they want you to film some videos so the show can get even more popular!"

You can hear most of them groaning in complaint. Its not that they do not use the app, but most of them could not care less about the cameras or how popular the show could get. As long as they got to continue playing and being in Blue Lock, then everything is all good.

"Can I not join in, Y/n-chan?" Niko asked and most of them soon followed, asking the same question.

"Eh? Oh okay...um, I'll try convincing the JFU but...they said you need to be in it." You said, a sad look in your eyes, knowing that the JFU would probably scold you again when they found out you let the boys do whatever they wanted again.

Isagi, being one of the most sensitive ones in the group, noticed the look in your face. Now, if it was just him, he would also rather say no to whatever the JFU wanted. But knowing that you will probably struggle in convincing the higher ups, and the possibility of you being scolded again, he straightened his posture before clearing his throat.

"Actually, Y/n-chan. We'll do the filming! Right guys?" He said, a fake smile on his face as the rest were just confused.

"What? You do it alone-" Otoya was about to say when Isagi elbowed his side discreetly, before giving a chilling smile.

"Right, Otoya! We'll all do it, Y/n-chan! What do we do?"

Most of them did not like the sound of that, but seeing your face light up in happiness made them get what Isagi wanted. So they just shut their mouths up and let you tell them what to do.

"It's been a while since we even used our phones for fun, didn't know so many trends already came and go." Karasu said as he listened to the trend they were supposed to be doing.

"How do you do this 'suspect' trend, Y/n-chan?" Bachira asked, peeking his head through your shoulder to look at the tablet in your hand where a video of the said trend played.

"So basically, one person will be filming another. The one shown in the camera will be running while the one holding the camera would call them 'suspect' before saying something about themselves that is embarrassing or funny. That's the gist of it, but you all can say what you want, as long as it doesn't cross too many lines."

Oh.

Oh.

A shiver ran through your spine at the smirk on everybody's face. Of course, they all knew each other's deepest habits and secrets, perks of living with each other in this large facility. And exposing and dissing each other? Oh, this was just the thing they have been waiting for.

And that was when you wondered if you picked the wrong trend for the boys to do.

"Um okay, I'll be doing something else in the meantime. I'll leave you with this phone so you guys can film. Um, you can go in whatever order you want. Please try to keep the language to a minimum as possible."

You said nervously, handing a phone provided by the facility to Rin, who just accepted it without a thought. You personally did not know how to feel about this. You trusted them, but definitely not enough to say the weirdest and most out of context things, especially when it comes to their fellow Blue Lock players.

'Oh god, I hope they dont end up fighting...'

The moment you left, they immediately went up to Rin to set up everything and started to point on who will be the scapegoat and be the first one.

"I vote for Barou to go first." Nagi said with a yawn, which only angered the said striker.

"What did you say, you lazyass? How about YOU go first?"

"Hey, hey no fighting!" Bachira cheered.

"Yeah. Hmm, how about rock paper scissors, and whoever loses gets to be the sacrifice." Hiori commented, to which most of them agreed.

It took a while to play the said games due to their number, but as the minutes passed and more and more people won and got eliminated. It was all left to Otoya and Chigiri.

"It's missy versus ninjass!" Karasu laughed.

"Shut the hell up, Karasu!" Chigiri muttered, taking the game very seriously.

But, lady luck wasn't on his side today as he pulled out paper and Otoya pulled out scissors.

"YES! GOODLUCK MISSY!" Otoya cheered. Chigiri fell to his knees at the lost before being pushed up by Isagi, who was laughing at his misery.

Being the one who currently held the phone, Reo snickered at a thought that appeared on his mind as he pressed the video button and started recording the running Chigiri.

"Suspect can't outrun us for too long in this video, or else he'll be in crutches the next day." Like bowling pins, most of the boys fell to the ground laughing at the words. Reo, was busy snickering and making sure that Chigiri's reaction was caught on camera.

"You absolute crud! COME HERE, YOU ASSHOLE!" Chigiri said, fuming, chasing after the chameleon-like striker who just ran away and continued laughing at his offended face.

"Suspect got brotherzoned by Y/n-chan because he started to say slurs on the field!"

"BITCH?! COME HERE CHIGIRI!" Isagi said, feeling offended and a bit heartbroken when he remembered that certain time.

"Suspect thinks his bad taste in fashion brings the girls closer, but actually just shoos them away from him."

"WHAT?! Excuse me, my fashion is good." Otoya tried to defend himself from Karasu's words. But the rest of the boys just shook their heads.

"Your beanies are hideous."

"Nah, its just because they're on him."

"HELLO?! WHY IS EVERYONE SO RUDE TO ME?!"

"Suspect is a closet gay for Hiori." Rin said, filming Karasu who stopped in his steps with wide eyes at what he said.

"What the hell? I'm not gay." But the rest of the boys just laughed at the straight tone Rin said what he said and the expression Karasu currently had.

"Shut the hell up, you crow. You ain't ever gonna beat the allegations!"

"You aren't any better, Shitdough! You are so gonna get it from me!"

"Hey, you're the one who keeps commenting about how erotic Hiori is." Kunigami rolled his eyes.

"I second that. I still can't forget how you called my left leg erotic." Hiori pitched.

"THAT WAS A COMPLIMENT?!"

"How gay can a compliment be, chat?" Otoya joked while slapping Karasu's back, who only yelped.

"Suspect would either get hepatitis from his dreams of Itoshi Sae or his 3 weeks unwashed pillow case!" This time, it was Oliver who filmed Shidou.

"And I don't have anything to hide about that."

"Jesus Christ, you both are disgusting." Rin commented in disgust at both Oliver for what he said, and to Shidou's whole humanity, or what was left in that guy's said humanity.

"Ya'll are getting more unhinged as this challenge pass by." Yukimiya added as he shook his head, not even knowing what you, Ego or Anri would say when they start to view the footage.

"Suspect can't run too fast or else he'll trip because he can't see what's in front of him."

"HAHAHAHA Bachira did not pull any punches." The rest laughed, meanwhile Yukimiya's glasses fogged, his smile clearly fake as he was legit pissed at what the striker said.

"We're here to offend not to ammend, baby."

"Suspect watches anime more for the agenda than the plot."

"So what?" Niko sassed towards Kiyora, who just shrugged while the rest just snickered.

"Nah bro, don't tell me you're one of those in the agenda piece community." Kurona said, only for Niko to shrug.

"Maybe or maybe not. You never know."

"Suspect is a closet mean girl."

"Pfft Isagi!"

"Nagi being a closet mean girl is so true, though."

"All the victims of Nagi Seishiro arise!" Otoya said as Isagi, Barou and even Reo raised their hands while laughing. Nagi, on the other hand just plopped on the ground, not wanting to even continue moving.

Needless to say, the video was a whopping success in social media. Everyone had a good laugh at found out the chill and funny side of the Blue Lock players. But, the JFU was less than pleased of what was in the video.

They expected the boys to behave and say respectable things about each other, not ruin their damn reputation just for jokes and laughs. But, nerdless to say, nobody cared much about their anger because the video did blow up in popularity, and numbers never lie, especially when it brings over money and revenue.

ADDITIONAL TIME!

BLUE LOCK TV TIKTOK COMMENT SECTION:

User1: TO SAY I SNORTED WHAT I WAS DRINKING WHILE WATCHING THIS?!

User2: I swear I always forget these guys are the same age as me, meaning we share the same humour☠️

User3: THE KARASU ONE?! THE GAYNESS IS REAL

-> User4: Idk who to ship anymore Y/n-chan w him or Hiori

User5: I did not expect Rin to actually be funny, good to know he doesn't have his brother's dry sense of humor.

User6: I LOVE THIS! Like I didnt know Nagi and Niko were filled with sass nor did I know Rin can be funny. I NEED MORE OF THESE

User7: Okay, but the brotherzone thing w Isagi proves to me that maybe the crazy harem shippers are right LMAO

-> User8: RIGHT?! Now I'm wondering like theres no way you would use the word brotherzoned if there is no feelings there.

I know this strayed away from the request but I really wanted to incorporate the Bllk boys' friendship so I hope yall enjoy this. I may make a pt 2 that fits more of the request huhu

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

[th3-c0ll3ct3r]

I will be the one to say it, wherever we like this side conclusion or not, she dug this pit herself and Iskall provided the shovel

I've heard speculations of their relationship being a much closer than it appears online, and her deleting her channel to hide any trace of her involvement or his involvement while still keeping the comment on Iskall's channel is the nail in the coffin

The only thing that she has on her Channel right now is 36 comments that the majority tie back to Iskall in some way.

And additionally, I'd personally say it's come to a point of devotion and compassion for each other rather than what a normal "relationship" should be

And I want you all to keep in mind that if Stress isn't Iskall's "long-term girlfriend", then there is a woman out there who found out that her boyfriend was cheating on her with multiple of his employees and also possibly including his female best friend because of the amount of devotion they have to each other

But if Stress is the "long-term girlfriend", then this was a clear act of both devotion or she's been hit with trains worth of clarity and realization but I doubt this is the case because the comment is still up

And there was no single threat in her replies

YouTube's AI detection system will automatically delete replies with a threatening nature of that go against community guidelines before the person sees the reply.

Meaning that at the most cleverly worded insults have slipped through the hundreds of common worth of "You're so goated" and "Miss you too" and "We support you too" (update to make sure this was accurate I just checked it this than two minutes before this post and it is indeed compliments)

90% of her replies a positivity. And a couple months ago I even gave her the benefit of the doubt and said not to speculate on her situation because we didn't know any better. Aka even people who were skeptical like me and many others treats it her with integrity and dignity open till that reply was posted

I cannot speak on whether or not Iskall has gotten the threats he claims, but I always encouraged to not leave death threats, so I would imagine that it's a handful of people who do not have a life

But I could say with Confidence that if she got more than 8 threats, which is still not good but is a less considering the circumstances and general uncontrollable public, I would be mind-blown

So I'm very confident in the notion that she did this out of either realization to which I hope it is, and I hope for her community she seeks professional help because that level of devotion is unhealthy makes a steady bouncy back after some time OR it's another act of devotion

Because if he's in a legal case regarding this issue it is commonly advised to remove any incriminating evidence from social media so that it cannot be used against you; and it would be easy to argue their relationship based purely on her videos. Making the deletion of her channel an act of devotion rather than general clarity hitting her

Which is sad. I've never personally watched Many of Her videos only 30 at the most, but the general consensus of disappointment rather than anger putting her Direction leads me to conclude this is out of character behavior for her. And this would reinforce Iskall's repeated manipulation attempts.

It would mean his manipulation is effective and working.

The only possible way I could ever see people generally being outraged at her is if she was in on it too but that has already been confirmed by many of the victims they were unaware that she was also leaving, and were unaware of her general support.

This or will you find out that she's financially contributing to his legal case, to which I would argue the money would be better spent on therapy

But it just seems that she's digging herself into a pit or into a self destructive montage of being in support of someone who does not deserve it

[shaunamilfman]

can't wait for love (to destroy us) [3]

pairing: Jackie Taylor x Shauna Shipman x f!reader summary: If your hookup buddies have dumped you for each other, why do they keep trying to hang out with you? Don't they know it's giving mixed signals? Masterlist

Jackie waves you over the second she sees you, her face alight with joy as she sits next to Shauna. Your eyes are drawn reflexively down to her neck, taking in the sight of hickeys you didn't remember leaving on her. Jackie flushes as she glances down, uncharacteristically shy as she presses her cheek against Shauna's shoulder. 

It doesn’t do much to hide the marks, but you manage to drag your eyes away anyway. You’re not sure how you’re supposed to feel at the sight. It’s not jealousy, per se; you’re more than familiar with the way that burning feeling wells up in your throat. The feeling was heavier, a dull ache like a bruise just beneath the surface. You didn’t want to take Jackie from her–how could you when you’ve already shared so much together? Besides, it’s not like you’ve ever had enough of them to possess in the first place. 

You were theirs, not the other way around.

This was what you wanted, ultimately. At least you had thought it was until you got it. They would be happier together without all of those desperate glances shared between them, touches that lingered just a little too long to be shared between friends. And that’s not even getting into the way they used you to learn about the other. All those little burning questions about what Jackie tasted like or how Shauna sounded moaning into your ear had done more to indicate their relationship than just kissing each other in front of you ever could have.

It’s not anger, either, at being so carelessly tossed aside like yesterday’s news. You were expecting that to happen when they both finally got their shit together, so that wasn’t what surprised you. The only surprising part really was that it took them so long to come to that conclusion themselves. You’ve long since suspected that the two of them are aware of their feelings for each other even if they don’t strictly act on them, which doesn’t make a lick of sense to you. But hey, what do you know about homoerotic childhood friendships?

It’s just… You thought there would at least be a conversation about it. That Jackie would sit you down on her bed while Shauna awkwardly leaned against a desk behind her to tell you that they had finally gotten together, so they wouldn’t be sleeping with you anymore, and couldn’t you still be friends? 

You’d sat around in your room all of that first day waiting for an invitation that never came, forcing yourself to focus on an assignment you barely hit the word requirements for. By the end of that day, the only thing you’d gotten from either of them was a text from Shauna asking if you wanted to study together the day after. Maybe they were just busy that first day, totally caught up in finally getting to taste the other when they’d so long kept themselves from it.

You’d spent that first night just imagining them together. The way Jackie would look sitting pretty on Shauna’s lap the way she always did on yours, her thighs trembling and her breath hitching as she whined for more. The way Shauna would look leaning over her as she pressed Jackie back onto that twin-sized mattress, strong thighs pressing against Jackie’s as her ankles crossed behind Shauna. The way Shauna’s fingers would flex around Jackie’s wrists as she pinned them back, so effortlessly strong even though she doesn’t look it. Or even the way Jackie’s nails would scratch lines down your back deep enough to last for days, aching every time you moved the wrong, or the right, way.

Her back. Shauna’s back.

Shauna hadn’t even mentioned anything when you’d met her at the library the day after, just bringing you your normal coffee order like nothing had changed. And it hadn’t, not beyond the obvious. If you hadn’t known what happened two nights before, if you hadn’t woken to find Shauna’s bed empty and cold after she’d left you in it for Jackie’s, you wouldn’t have suspected it from the way she acted then. The two of you had spent the hours in comfortable silence, something you always appreciated in Shauna, but still the question lingered in the back of your mind: is this when she tells you to stay away?

But still nothing. 

No call after about it, not even a text.

If you had to think about it, really think about it, you would say that you were just simply sad. You had thought your relationship with the two of them was serious enough to at least warrant that much, but it seems like neither of them valued it enough to straight out tell you about it. It’s not like you were ever exclusive, and they knew you must have seen them together. They’d just thought you were smart enough to put the pieces together yourself.

Show yourself to the door, as it were. Which was fine, you guess.

Shauna's idly stabbing her fork at her food, likely more out of the desire to stab something than any real desire to eat what's left of it. Her hand comes down hard, making her wince as the prongs scrape against the bottom of the plate. She puts the fork down quickly, fingers twitching all the while like it cost her something to distance herself from it. Still, she glances up and gives you a small smile all the same as she sees you reluctantly step forward after Jackie calls out for you. 

Shauna’s eyes narrow as she notices you hesitate, her gaze sharpening as she flicks her eyes up and down. There’s this look on her face like she’s daring you to do something–daring you to sit down, or not to, you’re not sure. It’s not like it matters. You couldn’t make any other choice when Jackie looks so happy to see you. Shauna softens after a moment, kicking at the chair legs in the seat in front of her to push it out for you. Her eyes track you as you move, an air of happiness at odds with that look she’d just given you.

You grip your plate tighter in response, plastering on a smile as you head straight into the lion's den. You'd hoped to avoid seeing them so obviously wrapped up in each other for a few more days, but it seems like you can't even eat lunch without getting tickets to the show. The worst part is you're not even hungry anymore, not after witnessing the way Jackie turns to whisper in Shauna’s ear and then swat at her shoulder in response to whatever a suddenly smug Shauna says back.

You feel sick. 

“So,” Jackie says, clapping her hands together as you sit down. 

You eye her warily as she continues. 

“I heard there's something we need to talk about.” 

Oh god, in the middle of the dining hall? 

“About what?” You ask, hoping your voice doesn't sound as shaky as it feels. 

Jackie laughs, her eyes sparkling with mirth. “So serious.” She draws out the s, one leg crossing over her knee as she leans forward to get a better look at you. “You look like I'm about to give you a ticket or something.” 

You relax at the familiar teasing, likely just as Jackie planned the whole time. 

“Shauna told me that you don't like that shirt I bought you.” 

You gasp, looking over accusingly at Shauna, who's preoccupied looking literally anywhere else. Her fingers tap rapidly against the edge of the table, more mocking than any genuine regret in her actions. Trusting her with that little tidbit was your fault anyway–anything told to one eventually made its way to the other–but you were counting on their argument lasting longer than it actually did. If they had gone on a few more days, she probably would have forgotten about it.

“Snitch,” you mutter under your breath, watching as Shauna's lip twitches. 

“I wish you would’ve told me you didn’t like it.” Jackie continues on as if you’ve never even spoken, her fingers fiddling absentmindedly with Shauna’s as she holds her hand on top of the table. She pauses, thinking it over for a moment before conceding, “It wouldn’t have mattered.”

You watch Shauna cough out of the corner of your vision, bringing her hand up to her mouth to cover up the way she wants to laugh. You want to fault her for it, but you know you’ve enjoyed watching her suffer under this particular brand of Jackie’s attention more than once. The knowledge doesn’t stop you from kicking at Shauna’s shin under the table.

Shauna gasps, her eyes lighting up as she glances under the table. She stretches her leg out slowly, testing for a bruise. The look that crosses her face is almost disappointment at the lack of one, up until you kick her again in the same spot. This time it’s hard enough to make her wince before a weird smile crosses her face.

Jackie looks between the two of you, Shauna’s apparent glee and your half-hearted glare, before deciding she doesn't want to get in the middle of that right now.

Jackie’s voice drops lower, almost conspiratorial. “You look good in it.” Her eyes rake over you, almost as if imagining you wearing it now. “But you could have told me.”

You hadn’t thought it was anything all that special in all honesty, but if it had Jackie looking at you like that just thinking about it, you would have to reconsider. Not that it mattered if Jackie found you attractive anymore, of course. That part of your relationship was in the past.

“Careful, Jax,” Shauna interjects, sharing a teasing glance with her. “You don’t want to start things you can’t finish.”

Jackie pouts at the reminder, reflexively glancing at the time on her phone.

“But I have time,” Shauna continues, leaning closer. “I think–” Jackie yanks her back without another word spoken.

Jackie snatches a fry off your plate, not even bothering to look ashamed as you catch her in the act. She winks at you as she pops it into her mouth, chewing happily as her eyes fall back to your plate. Her head turns to look around the room as she tries to feign disinterest, letting a happy noise leave her mouth as you slide your plate closer toward her. 

She reaches for another, only to frown when Shauna snatches it right out of her hand. The bottom third of her fry sits loosely between her fingers as she stares at it in shock, giving Shauna a betrayed look as she realizes what just happened. Raising it up between them, likely to complain about it, only for that to be snatched and swallowed by a smug-looking Shauna. 

“Shauna,” she complains. 

“Jackie,” Shauna mocks 

“Shauna.” More serious this time. 

You roll your eyes, grabbing a fry of your own as you watch them go back and forth. 

“It just tastes better when it's yours,” Shauna defends, tilting her head to rest against her palm. 

You try not to show how bitter the words make you feel all a sudden. It tastes better when it's yours. That sounds about right. 

Jackie gives up with an affectionate huff, just reaching for another as she suspiciously eyes Shauna's hands. Her face creases with concern as she looks at you, making you shift uncomfortably underneath her attention. 

“You look upset,” she accuses lightly.

Upset? You look upset. That would be half of it. You really thought that you could do it, that you could still be friends with the both of them after everything was finished. But the longer you spend with the two of them together, the less likely the idea sounds. Just Shauna on her own wasn’t that bad. Maybe if you found a way to just hang out with them separately from now on.

However unlikely that would be now that they were attached at the hip again.

“Just a paper that’s coming up,” you say with a weak shrug, taking a sip of your drink to avoid having to explain further. The words feel flimsy even as they leave your mouth, leaving you with a nagging feeling that you’ve misspoken somehow. Sure enough, Shauna confirms that one.

“You said you finished it yesterday.” Shauna sounds hurt, almost, having caught you in a lie. You try not to visibly react to that one, not having expected her to remember that little bit of information. Your mind races, scrambling for a way to recover.

“I just reread it last night, and I don’t think I’m quite finished with it. It seems sort of weak now that I’m looking at it.”

Shauna frowns, staring at you contemplatively before slowly nodding in acceptance. “I don’t think that’s true.”

You almost choke on your drink. The burn of liquid hitting the wrong spot in your throat makes your eyes water before she continues, “You’re a really good writer usually. How about I look it over?”

It’s a nice offer, surprisingly nice coming from her. It’s not that Shauna wasn’t usually nice, it’s that she usually saved it up for things more important than things like this for anyone who wasn’t Jackie. You could always count on Shauna to come get you from a party if something went bad, but it was a 50/50 chance whether she’d hold the door open for you or let it slam shut in your face.

The thought of Shauna Shipman, an English major whose second closest friend was a red pen, reading over your paper made you a little nauseous, but who were you to turn down such a generous offer when she looks so painfully earnest? You can already imagine the way her face would fall if you turned her down like that when she offered it up to you, the way she would pull away and get moody and insecure about the whole thing. You would just have to make sure to edit it a few more times before she remembers to ask for it again.

“That would be great,” you manage.

“It’s a date, then.”

“Wow,” Jackie says slowly. “Just wow. Save some for the rest of us, why don’t you?”

“What does that even mean?” Shauna asks, rolling her eyes.

“Nothing. It’s just–smart and gorgeous. How do you do it, Shipman?” Jackie prompts, pinching at Shauna’s cheek teasingly.

“Stop,” Shauna insists, trying to bat Jackie's hands away as her cheeks start to redden. “This is the same outfit I wore yesterday.”

“I know,” Jackie groans. “It’s honestly disgusting how you manage it.” She leans back in her chair, slowly sweeping Shauna up and down with her eyes.

“Tell her how pretty she looks,” Jackie insists, brushing some stray hairs out of her face to tuck them tenderly behind her ear. Her fingertips linger, thumb brushing across her cheek as they stare deeply into each other's eyes.

“You look really pretty, Shauna,” you say softly. You hate that you mean it still.

Jackie's not ever mean, not on purpose, anyhow, but this might just be the cruelest thing she's ever done to you. You look away, hands fiddling in your lap as you stare down at your chipped plate. You wonder idly how it happened, if it was dropped or thrown down, just to try to distract yourself from the scene in front of you. 

“You're going to be late,” Shauna says dryly, glancing up at the clock.

You're sure that it's true, but you also know from the way her blush is steadily creeping down her neck that she desperately wants this conversation to stop happening–in public, at least. Shauna didn't react quite as strongly to compliments as Jackie does. You're not sure her enthusiasm for them is even possible to meet, but there's no doubt in your mind that this little moment is going to make its way to her journal sooner or later. 

Jackie jumps up without even checking the time, just trusting that Shauna knows her schedule better than she does. One thing about Jackie Taylor is that she would never be accidentally late. If she shows up half an hour after something began, that was completely on purpose. You've watched her sit around fully dressed for twenty minutes in order to be fashionably late. 

As Shauna stands up to follow her out, you leave as well, happy for the excuse to get away from this conversation. Shauna looks a little confused, hesitantly taking a step back to grab her things from the back of her chair. You wince at the realization. Shauna was just going to hug her goodbye or something equally as disgusting. Well, don't you look like an asshole.

It's too late to take it back now, awkwardly following a step behind them as you step outside. Shauna's still watching you like she's trying to figure you out. A puzzle that she's missing pieces for. You rub absently at your arms, trying to brace yourself against the chill. 

“Oh, you're cold?” Shauna asks dryly. She pulls the jacket she has folded over her arm open and wraps it over your shoulders. The same one you'd left on her bedroom floor the last time you'd been there. 

You start to protest, wanting to take it off in a pathetic attempt to distance yourself from what you so badly wanted, but Jackie just tuts. She reaches forward, pinching the collar of her jacket between her thumb and forefinger as she adjusts the way it sits on your shoulders.

“There,” she says simply. “Don’t you just look so good in Shauna’s clothes.”

It’s not a question, even though the words could be interpreted as one. You nod hesitantly, confused at how pleased Jackie seems at the answer.

Whatever. Jackie was just weird sometimes.

…

You sigh as you lean back against the couch, wishing you had been able to come up with another excuse to avoid going out tonight. 

You’ve managed to effectively avoid them the last three days with excuses and tales of upcoming exams and deadlines, but it wasn’t enough to stop Jackie from insisting you come out with them Friday night. Telling them that you would just meet them there seemed like a good idea at the time, as there wasn’t any real intention on your part of showing up. A text half an hour after they left about not feeling well would have solved the whole issue. But a knock on your door from an irritated Shauna five minutes before you should have left quelled that plan before it even began.

Now you get to sit next to them on a couch with suspicious-looking stains that Shauna had glared the previous occupants out of at some house party you hadn’t cared to know the location of as Jackie sat across Shauna’s lap next to you. 

Jackie’s leg brushes against yours occasionally, accidentally at first but seeming to grow more and more purposeful as the night goes on. It’s not like you hadn’t noticed how short her skirt was before she started pressing bare skin against you, but it certainly wasn’t helping you to forget. You wanted to move further away, anything to stop the way your eyes kept wanting to wander, but the seat next to you was taken by some guy who looked far too old to be here. Better just to suffer the vision that was Jackie Taylor dressing up for attention.

She’s certainly got it from Shauna, who keeps glancing around the room to stare down anyone who dares to give Jackie more than a passing glance. It’s a miracle you’ve managed to make it through so much of the night already without finding yourself on the receiving end, but you’re willing to take wins wherever you can get them. The thought of having to deal with Shauna’s withering stare and likely Jackie’s look of pity at the same time was enough to have you considering throwing yourself in front of a bus.

You’re surprised Jackie managed to make it out of their dorm dressed like that, in all honesty. Not that Shauna would tell her what to wear, but the way Shauna’s hands have been wandering carefully along her upper thigh for the last hour, Jackie must’ve had to beat her off with a stick to make it out the door. It’s not like you can blame her: you’re certainly guilty of feeling Jackie up when you probably shouldn’t. Jackie never seems to mind, always reveling in the attention–in the way every shift of her legs draws your attention back even as you try to feign otherwise.

“Do I have to beg, Shauna?” Jackie grumbles finally. 

“Beg?” Shauna questions, digging her thumb into the muscle of her thigh hard enough to make Jackie squirm.

 “Are you going to make me beg you to touch me?” There's a certain bite to her words that makes you wonder if begging might be what she really wants. “Y/N–”

You stand up suddenly, wanting to be anywhere else but here. The last thing you need to deal with right now is being dragged into the middle of that conversation. No way.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Jackie calls, her voice rising in frustration. She seems genuinely upset at your retreat and more than a little confused by the suddenness of it all. 

Shauna’s hand drops down to Jackie’s knee immediately, her lazy confidence quickly turning to irritation that’s barely hidden behind a tight smile. She looks at you with a sharpness that almost feels like a warning. A warning to what, is the question. Does she want you not to leave? Does she want you to leave quicker? You could never really know with her.

It’s the same way she looks whenever Jackie starts to get particularly bossy. Something bubbling up just under the surface that she isn’t sure how to put words to, but is more than aware of how it pisses her off. You already dread what Shauna’s going to say when she inevitably blows up about this.

She has a certain way about her when she gets angry enough, an unease in the air that permeates every step she takes. Words will spill out of her lips that she doesn’t mean but can never take back. There’s only been one time you managed to get her that mad at you, back when you first met and you pushed a little too hard about her relationship with Jackie, and you had lived to regret it. There wasn’t a single part of you that wanted to do that again, not when you have such an obvious wound for her to jump on.

If the two of them have decided not to tell you directly that they’re ending things with you, you can only imagine how on edge that’s making Shauna. Shauna wasn’t one to share anything that she felt was hers and hers alone, and Jackie was a prime example of that. Jackie was hers in a way that bordered on obsession and often crossed the mark entirely, and any threat to that is usually dealt with posthaste. The fact that you were still receiving invitations from either of them, let alone both, seems like a miracle.

“I just remembered my drink is empty,” you say quickly, stumbling over yourself in your eagerness to get away from this particular line of thought. Old habits die hard, after all.

You still remember the last time you made a quick exit like this, back when everything felt simpler. It was only a few weeks ago, but it feels like so much longer now. Maybe you can look back at this and laugh in a few months, but right now you just want to get away.

Shauna tries to stand up immediately, like she’s going to chase after you as you make your way out, but Jackie just shakes her head and holds on tighter as she leans closer to whisper in her ear. You can see them having a whispered conversation as they press their heads together, Shauna’s hand waving in the air as if she’s trying to argue her way free.

Good. You’d hate to interrupt their time together.

Turning away, you make your way around the house toward the door, planning on just making your way back to your place on your own. Only–

“Hey!” A voice calls out, drawing your attention. It sounds vaguely familiar, which has your head turning even as you dismiss it as calling out for someone else. 

An eager face stares back at you, framed by loose blonde hair and waving dramatically enough that you can be sure she’s had a few more cups than you tonight. You grin despite yourself at the sight, letting yourself be called over by your lab partner as any thought of leaving slips from your head.

It’s not that you were particularly interested in her. She wasn’t really your type. In any other situation you wouldn’t have even let the thought cross your mind. But she was interested in you and was none too subtle about it. It could be nice being chased for once, as the way her chest heaves as she breathes tells you she rushed through the party to catch you before you got out. You could appreciate the simplicity of the situation with everything those girls have been putting you through recently.

“You weren’t leaving, were you?” She asks, trying to casually put herself between you and the door. That’s a question she already has the answer to before she even asked, but there’s something about the blatant manipulation of it all that has you stepping back from the door where you were clearly about to leave.

“Not when I have such good company.” You extend the invitation easily, no doubt in your mind that she’s going to jump on the opportunity. She’s been flirting with you all semester, but you haven’t thought to entertain her before now. It’s probably an asshole move to do it tonight of all nights, when you’re more than aware you’re only allowing it because of how upset they’ve made you, but you don’t think she would mind all that much.

Her interest in you doesn’t seem all that serious, and she hasn’t cared at all to learn anything substantial about you in the time you’ve spent together. Not your favorite movie, not the way you prefer your coffee, not the songs you like to hum under your breath. Honestly, that was a relief right now. You're not in the mood to start sharing again, not with her. 

You haven't bothered to learn much about her either. Not even her major. It all felt forgettable when compared to Jackie and Shauna, but here you were. 

What you have noticed is the way her eyes wander and the way she seems to size you up whenever she catches sight of you. Her eyes were brown, but they were unremarkable. Nothing like the brown of Shauna’s eyes. They weren’t something that you could get lost staring into. They weren’t eyes that betray her emotions no matter how she manages to play off her expression. 

They were just eyes.

You need something simple right now, something that doesn't make you feel complicated. Just eyes were perfect. 

It doesn't take much out of you to vaguely listen along as she speaks, letting her lean closer and closer with the excuse of not being able to hear you over the music. 

Shauna wouldn't play nearly this subtly if she were interested in you, not the way this girl is. It was something you liked about Shauna, the way she just goes for things she wants like it's no big deal–unless it's Jackie, of course. Shauna likes to just grab you when she really wants your attention, hand fisting in the collar of your shirt as she tugs you to her level. 

The thought distracts you long enough that you don't even notice the figure storming through the crowd until she grabs you by the arm and starts to drag you away. You stutter out a goodbye to the girl watching you in a mix of shock and something else entirely, but before you can get anything substantial out, Shauna presses her hand across her mouth to cut you off. 

Shauna just scoffs when you lick the inside of her palm, hoping the ick factor would be enough for her to let you go as she pulls you through the door. 

“Really?” She spits. “I've been inside you.”

Which is far more effective at shutting you up than her hand ever was, making your face flush as your eyes dart to the ground. Finally she lets you, taking a few steps back to really let you see the full force of her glare. 

Oh. 

She's pissed. 

“I thought you were getting a drink,” Shauna says stiffly, her back straight and her shoulders stiff. Her jaw clenches, her eyes darting away before coming back. 

You’re confused, a guilty feeling rising in your chest as you take her in. As much as she tries to play it off as anger, she’s undeniably sad.

Slowly the feeling turns to anger and something close to resentment. Just because she didn’t want you anymore than no one else could either, huh? Typical Shauna. 

“I wasn't thirsty,” you say flatly, crossing your arms across your chest to mirror hers. It takes a concentrated effort to meet her eyes when she looks this angry at you, but you've got some tough feelings about the whole thing yourself. 

“Certainly looked like it,” she bites back. 

“What's that supposed to mean?”

Shauna smirks, a cruelty to it that goes straight through you. “What's it sound like?”

“It sounds like you're jealous, Shauna. Though I can't imagine why.” 

“What the fuck does that mean?” The genuine confusion in her voice startles you, your arms dropping from their defensive position to sit against your side.

“Look,” you say finally. “I’m not a mind reader, Shauna. If you’ve got something you want to say to me, just say it. I’m tired of trying to figure out what’s going on with the two of you/”

“With the two of you?” Shauna repeats, her voice quieter and unsure.

“Yeah, you and Jackie.”

“Me and… Jackie?” Shauna asks slowly. The stiff posture she’s been holding crumbles as she tilts her head to the side in confusion.

“The two of you got together and didn’t even bother to tell me. What was I supposed to do, Shauna? Just sit here and watch as you rub it in my face? Would that be better for you?”

“Are you–are you fucking serious?” Shauna asks. “Oh my God, you are. You’re an idiot. I’m dating two idiots.”

“Two?” You ask weakly. They already got another girlfriend? That just wasn’t fair.

“Oh my God, it’s you. We didn’t get together behind your back. Why would you even think that? What? Me and Jackie just started dating, and then I meet you to study platonically the next day like you didn’t just eat me out?”

“...Well, it sounds kind of stupid when you put it that way.”

“It sounds kind of stupid when you put it any way. Did you not think you were dating either of us this whole time?”

“Should I have?”

But before Shauna can answer, a voice comes calling out from a few feet away.

“You were going to leave without me?” Jackie asks, a hint of a pout forming before she notices how serious the two of you look. “What are you doing outside? I thought you were bringing her back.”

She looks unsure as she glances between the two of you, hesitant in a way you know she doesn't like feeling. Jackie thrives in a familiar environment when she knows exactly what to do and when to do it. She hadn't been counting on this, and it shows. 

“Your girlfriend was chatting up other girls,” Shauna says dryly.

Jackie whirls around, a look of utter betrayal on her face. “What?”

“Yeah, apparently we started dating and dumped her to the curb. News to me.”

Jackie’s jaw drops, glancing between the two of you like she can’t believe what she’s hearing.

“You thought we just, what–moved on?”

Jackie sputters angrily, continuing, “I-I sent you pictures the other day.” 

“You said Oops, I meant those for Shauna!” You stress. 

“There was a winky face right after! I was wearing your shirt!”

“Why would you even say that then?”

“I was trying to make you jealous,” Jackie says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. She has this way of making you feel so stupid. It's maddening. 

“Congrats, then.” 

“Yeah, but like jealous in a hot way. Not in a flirting with other girls way–” 

“Oh my God,” Shauna mutters, pinching the bridge of her nose. She looks around the yard, cringing when she notices the three of you are turning some heads. 

“You never said anything,” you defend weakly, feeling like the dumbest person in the entire world.

“We thought it was obvious,” Jackie says quietly.

“Well, it wasn’t.”

“To you, maybe. I felt it was pretty clear,” Shauna quips, feigning a wince as Jackie slaps at her arm. Jackie watches you closely for a minute before sighing. You think she’s about to say something nice, something about how it wasn’t really your fault.

“What's her name?” Jackie asks, arms crossed as her fingers tap against her arms. 

Of course not.

You pause, taking a moment to think it over. “There's a J in there somewhere,” you muse. 

“You don't even know her name?” Jackie asks, trying too hard to seem offended. The knowledge seems to take weight off her shoulders, letting her stand a little taller. All the better to stare you down with all the severity of a disappointed principal. 

You’re not recovering from this one any time soon.

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SCREW YOU | E. BUCKLEY ❦

Buck overhears a conversation he wishes he hadn’t, but it sparks an idea in his head.

based on this ask.

18+ mdni !

evan buckley x fem reader

warnings: smut, porn with plot, p in v, fingering, dirty talk, breeding kink.

SORRY I MISSED DAY 1 GUYS I PROMISE I’LL DO TWO FICS IN ONE DAY TO MAKE UP FOR IT 😗

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EVAN BUCKLEY attained some information he wasn't quite sure he was happy he’d had learned, on the rig.

Hen was oversharing how she’d heard that May walked in on Bobby and Athena roleplaying in Bobby’s turnout gear. Everyone had expected Bobby to be the sexy firefighter, but shockingly it was Athena. This painted a picture in Buck’s head that he couldn’t erase of you all dressed up in his gear with nothing else.

The thought plagued his mind for weeks, every time he put on his turnout coat he imagined your naked body hidden away under the heavy material, your skin peeking through the unzipped zipper, his name plastered across your back. The thought practically made him drool.

Buck, stupidly enough, confided with Eddie about this fantasy. He didn't know what else to do, and Eddie, as his best friend, couldn't help but confide in you with this information.

The idea alone made you blush immediately, the thought of it sending a thrill through you. It wasn't something you’d thought about before but now the ideas ran wild through your head.

Fortunately enough, Valentine’s Day was coming up, and what better gift to give Buck than his own real-life wet dream?

You and Eddie had already been planning his surprise for a few days, Eddie was going to take Buck’s turnout coat home after their shift together the night of the 13th. You and Eddie both already knew that Buck had taken off for the 14th to spend the day with you, but, he had no idea of what truly was going to unfold that day.

The morning of Valentine’s Day, you woke with a smirk. You wanted to wait until later in the night to surprise him, but, you just couldn't wait.

You hopped up out of bed, ran to the closet, and dug Buck’s coat out of the back corner of your closet where you hid it the night before. You tried to be as silent as possible, tiptoeing to the bathroom to strip and change into the coat before Buck woke up.

You slipped off all of your clothes and slid the heavy jacket over your shoulders, you weren’t exactly sure how to make it feel sexy seeing as you felt like a child playing dress up, but you could make it work.

Once the coat was on you waited until you began to hear Buck stir in his sleep to open the door and creep over to your bedroom quietly. As you looked through the crack of the door, you saw Buck stand and stretch the sleep out of his muscles.

You waited for him to finish before slowly creeping into the room, watching his face change as his eyes raked up and down your body.

“Oh fuck,” Buck sighed, the blood rushing from his head to his dick in seconds, he swore it made him slightly light-headed. A million thoughts ran through his head at once, he truly could not believe the sight in front of him.

“Eddie told me about your little wet dream,” you teased, sliding the jacket down your shoulders so it hung around you even looser.

“Yeah and I’m definitely gonna kill him at work tomorrow, but for now, I’m gonna make you feel so good,” Buck mumbled as he got closer to you, pulling you into his body heat to press his lips against yours.

He kissed you fervently, your tongues clashing against each other. Buck felt like he was floating, the whole moment felt like a dream.

“So, I guess you like your gift?” You smiled as you pulled away from him.

“Oh, I love it, and I can't wait to enjoy it all day long,” Buck smirked, scooping you up so your legs wrapped around his waist.

He walked you over to the bed slowly, setting you down as he began to kiss you again. You couldn't get enough of him, if you’d known he’d go this crazy for this you would have done it a long time ago.

Buck kissed down your jaw before standing up to look at you in awe, taking in all the details. Your smooth skin looked so pretty, the rough material of the coat made your skin look like silk. He grabbed your leg, rubbing his hands up and down your calf and your legs practically spread on their own, revealing your bare cunt to him, glistening in the light with your wetness.

“All this for me? God, I must be the luckiest man alive, he sighed, kissing down the inside of your leg until he reached your thigh.

Buck licked a long stripe up the inside of your thigh, stopping once he reached your folds. You let out a whine, you wanted his head between your legs so bad.

“Fuck, baby, I’m sorry but I can’t wait to fuck you,” Buck mumbled, pulling down his sweats just enough to let his cock spring free. You couldn't complain, Buck fucked you in a way nobody else ever could.

Before he slid himself inside of you, he flipped you onto all fours, he wanted to see his name plastered across your back while he made you cum until you saw stars.

As his cock slid into you, you shuddered. He was so deep inside of you, hitting every nook and cranny that you didn't even know existed. Buck made you feel so full, his cock stuffing you.

“Oh my God, Buck,” You whined, pushing your hips back to fuck yourself on him. When Buck felt this he grabbed your hips, freezing them in place as he began to pound into you from behind. His sudden thrusts made you cry out in pleasure, your legs already trembling.

“Look at you, already a little mess for me,” Buck chuckled, smacking your ass a few times before grabbing a handful of each ass cheek, using your ass to help drag you back on his cock faster.

Your pussy practically wept for him, your arousal leaking out from around his cock. The sounds coming from between the two of you were crude, they even made Buck blush a bit. Your pussy squelched around him, your grip on the sheets making your knuckles turn a bony white color.

“Oh fuck, ‘m gonna cum,” you cried out, your hand moving to rub your clit rapidly.

“Damn, baby, already?” Buck teased. He knew how fast he could make you cum, in fact, it was one of his proudest achievements. He teased you about it constantly.

You ignored his comment and hid your face in the sheets, taking his quick thrusts while you tried to hold off your orgasm for as long as you could. Little did you know, Buck was in the same boat. You in his gear did sinful things to his cock and his mind, his fantasies couldn't nearly compare to the real sight in front of him.

“Can’t wait to give you my last name, fill you up with all my babies,” Buck fantasized out loud, dreaming of the life ahead of the two of you. Those words alone sent you over the edge, your orgasms tearing through your trembling body.

Instead of slowing down, your orgasm made him pick up his pace. Buck plowed into you, his tip bullying your cervix making your vision go white. Before your first orgasm was over, a second one hit you like a train.

You didn't realize a coat would make Buck go this wild, your pussy begged for a break but you greedily wanted more.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Gonna put my babies all inside of you,” Buck moaned, his hips starting to falter.

Before you could respond, Buck shot his load deep inside of you, fucking it into you to make sure it all stays inside. He fully intended to get you pregnant, he couldn't wait to watch your belly swell.

Buck pulled his cock out of you, spreading your folds to watch his cum leak out of you. He used his first two fingers to scoop up the thick fluid before pushing it back inside of you, fingering it all in.

“Look at this pretty pussy, so swollen and sensitive,” Buck teased, slapping your clit lightly to watch the way your body jolts away. You looked so fucked out, the only thing covering you while you lay on the bed being his turnout coat.

Buck grabbed the coat lightly, sliding it off of you and going to grab one of his LAFD shirts. He helped you redress into more of his clothes and laid you back down in the bed, cuddling up next to you.

“Marry me.” Buck blurted out, the words made your eyes bulge out, the saliva in your mouth getting trapped in your throat.

“What?”

“I said marry me,” Buck repeated, confirming that you aren't just crazy and hearing things. “I was gonna do this later and go all out, but, I can’t wait.”

Buck stood off the bed and reached into your bed side table, grabbing the small velvet box that sat inside the drawer. He then dropped down to get on one knee beside the bed.

“Will you marry me?” Buck asked, his smile beaming.

“Of course, Buck,” you giggled, pulling him into a kiss. Buck fully planned on consummating not only his marriage but his engagement as well, no matter how untraditional.

Maybe Buck didn't wanna kill Eddie so much after all.

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[rottenbologna]

Letter to Lia

pairings~ lia walti x reader

genre~ angst

warnings~ short and sweet

Lia sat in her kitchen sipping her coffee, the quiet hum of the morning on one of her rare day off settled around her as she looked at the envelope addressed to her resting heavily on her kitchen table. It was thin but it weighed heavily given she hadn’t expected to hear from y/n again especially not like this. It had been almost a year since their relationship ended and the last time they’d spoke to each other but taking different turns towards healing.

With trembling hands, Lia opened the envelope. She immediately recognized the cursive writing as yours before taking a deep breath and scanning over the carefully written words.

Dear Lia,

I know I'm the last person you were expecting but there’s a few things I felt you needed to know. A few things I felt like I owe you. 

It’s strange that this is the path life has taken us down given all that we shared. I never imagined I'd be going through life without you. When we first met I'd never imagined that it would have turned into something so meaningful and real as it did. You brought a breath of fresh air to my life which I thought was rather mundane, a light to a darkness that I didn't even know was dwelling. I remember the color of your eyes and how you weren't aware that they glistened like stars in the night. Your laugh that still rings in my ear to this day and the way you’d taken on everything life threw at you with a smile on your face. How we’d stay on the phone until late talking about anything and everything until you fell asleep I’d watch you as you slept hoping that I could do enough to hold you and take away your pain. Those were the best parts of my day.

But as we know life doesn’t always lead us down a path we hope for. Whatever we had as strong as it was just dimmed until it eventually faded. I don’t think we both knew how to adapt to everything around us and sadly the change was too much for us to hold on. I’m sorry I wasn't perfect and I couldn't be what you needed. But we tried and I think that was the best we could do.

Even though what we had was over I just needed you to know that I’m thankful for everything. Thank you for showing me that I'm deserving of love that I deserved to be heard and listened to. Thank you for being the one that took that time to listen. Even though we’re parted now the time we had together no matter how brief is so important to and has shaped me into someone i never believed i could be. So many memories I'm happy to take with me even when it hurts and for that I want to thank you.

All I wanted was for you to know I don't expect us to pick up where we left off or to ever speak again. I just needed you to know that I haven't forgotten the good parts of us. You’ll always have a special part in my heart.

Thank you for everything lia. 

Take care 

Y/N.

[chosaraki]

How would their reaction be to being defeated by a girl?

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Kang jichan:

He never considered the possibility of losing, much less for someone he underestimated. He saw himself as the strongest in his area, the most powerful boss, an unbeatable fighter. But there he was, kneeling on the floor, blood dripping from his mouth, his breathing heavy and irregular.

He tried to get up, but his body didn't respond. His muscles were exhausted, his vision blurred. And before him, the girl who defeated him remained standing, without a visible scratch, looking at him with a mixture of indifference and fun.

The silence was deafening. The few subordinates who had the courage to watch the fight were paralyzed, not knowing how to react. The invincible Kang Jichan, defeated... by a girl.

He laughed. A dry laugh, loaded with disbelief and anger.

- Hah... - he spat blood on the floor and looked up at her. - That's a joke, right?

The girl just crossed her arms, watching him with a sharp look.

- Do you accept your defeat, or do you want to try again?

The mockery in her voice made her blood boil. He clenched his fists, trying to ignore the pain. Kang Jichan had never felt so humiliated. He treated the weak with disdain, and now, he was the weak one.

But there was something about her... something that made him recognize, even against his will, that she was superior. His pride screamed for him to get up and attack again, but his instinct said it was useless.

He let out a heavy sigh, closed his eyes for a moment and, for the first time, recognized his defeat.

- Tsk... You won.

His words were bitter, but sincere. He wasn't someone who would deny reality. Even with his arrogance, he knew when he was in front of someone out of the ordinary.

The girl smiled slightly.

- Finally. Now, stay out of my way, okay?

Kang Jichan laughed again, this time a little more relaxed.

- Hah... That phrase was mine.

Even defeated, he would not let his self-respect be destroyed. Next time, he would be even stronger.

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Hyunjin Jin:

But something happened. The fight was more difficult than he expected. She was fast, skilled and, worst of all for him, seemed not to be intimidated by her arrogance. Each of his attacks was deflected with a dexterity that he could not predict. And the worst: the girl didn't seem to care about how strong he was.

The moment he finally managed to hit a blow, she dodged impeccably, knocking him down with an unexpected movement. The impact made him lose his balance and fall to the ground with a thud, something he rarely experienced. The sadistic smile that was always on his face faded for a second, replaced by surprise.

He tried to get up quickly, his expression becoming more angry.

- It's not possible... - he grumbled, still stunned.

The girl was calm, watching him with a mixture of contempt and fun. He, who always had fun with the pain of others, was now about to experience his own.

- What's going on, Jin? - she provoked, her voice low and disinterested.

His arrogance had not yet disappeared, but there was something deep in his gaze, a spark of doubt, which he rarely felt. He got up again, trying to hide his frustration, but the girl advanced with an unexpected speed.

The punch he tried to deliver was quickly blocked, and before he could react, she knocked him down again. This time, he stayed on the floor, breathing hard.

Hyunjin Jin's sadistic and playful smile has completely disappeared. He was defeated, something he never imagined would happen, especially for someone like her.

- Not that... - he tried to speak, but his voice failed. He was losing confidence, something that rarely happened.

The girl looked at him, indifferent.

- Yes, you missed it. Are you going to try one more time? Or will you admit that it's not invincible?

Hyunjin Jin, now completely humiliated, knew there was no way to continue. He, the man who liked to torture and make others suffer, was now in the role of victim. He got up with difficulty, but without the arrogance of before.

- Tsk... You're lucky I'm tired. But it won't end like this. - His voice still carried some of his arrogance, but now it was just an echo of what he used to be.

He walked away, still trying to regain control, but something inside him had changed. He now knew that he could not always be the predator.

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Arin Shin:

However, in that fight, he met an opponent different from all the others. The girl not only challenged his provocations, but also responded with an impressive control of his actions, anticipating his movements and counterattacking in a precise way. When he tried to apply a quick punch, she deviated and made him fall to the ground with a well-placed blow. The shock was instantaneous. He tried to compose himself with a nervous laugh, trying to disguise the surprise.

- Hah! Do you really think you're going to bring me down? - he said, with a sarcastic smile, but his confidence began to falter. He got up and attacked again, more fiercely this time, but the girl was ahead, dodging every movement as if she had read her thoughts.

Arin got angry, but didn't give up. He was known for his rude and provocative behavior, but also for his ability to keep fighting until the end. However, he was beginning to realize that he was being defeated in his own combat arena.

Finally, when he tried a final blow, believing that he could now, the girl disarmed him with an absurd speed and put him on the ground decisively. Arin was amazed, lying on the floor, panting, his face red with anger and shame.

The girl looked at him, without a trace of mercy.

- I... I don't believe it... - Arin murmured, trying to catch her breath.

She just watched him with an indifferent look, her body relaxed and confident.

- That's not how you do it, you idiot. You underestimated the wrong person.

Arin was silent, staring at the floor. His arrogance was crushed, but what made him most frustrated was not defeat, but the fact that he could no longer allow himself to act as if he were invincible. He, the boss who disdained everyone, was now lying, helpless, in front of a woman. Something in his pride cracked.

He looked at her, a slight forced smile appearing on her lips, as if he wanted to disguise what he was really feeling.

- I didn't think someone like you was capable of this, but... you won. - He got up, with difficulty, trying to compose himself, but his posture was no longer the same as before. He knew that, at that moment, he had lost more than the fight.

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Jihoon Min:

The fight began in a typical way: he was relaxed, laughing, and mocking the girl in front of him. She seemed small and harmless, and that only fed her confidence even more. He launched a series of quick kicks, wanting to end it soon, but the girl didn't let herself be impressed. She moved with frightening precision, dodging and counterattacking with fast and accurate blows.

Jihoon tried once again, thinking he could finish at once, but was quickly disarmed by an agile movement and placed on the ground with an impeccable blow. He got up quickly, with an irritated expression and trying to hide his frustration.

- What did I tell you, little fried? - he shouted, trying to maintain his posture, but the anger was starting to show. He still tried to maintain his arrogance, but the girl kept knocking him down.

With each frustrated attempt, the girl just got closer and closer, calmly and accurately. He felt his confidence slipping through his fingers, but he still didn't want to admit that he was being overcome by someone he considered inferior.

Finally, in what seemed to be the last attempt, he advanced with a strong kick, but she gave a direct blow that made him fall face down on the ground. The feeling of defeat was overwhelming, something he had never experienced. He lay there for a few seconds, panting, and for a moment, said nothing.

The girl approached him, with a cold look.

- You're just a subordinate, huh? I can say just by looking at you. - She mocked, using her own words against him, as if she wanted him to feel the weight of defeat.

Jihoon raised his head, trying to maintain dignity, but his arrogance was already broken. He looked at the girl with a mixture of anger and respect.

- Hah... you're lucky I'm tired. But it won't end like this. - His voice was lower now, and although he was still trying to show himself superior, he knew something had changed. He had lost to a girl, something he never thought was possible. The defeat began to erode his confidence, and he knew that, from then on, it would be impossible to ignore the possibility that he was not unbeatable.

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Park Hyukjin:

When the girl entered the ring with him, he watched her with a look of respect, noticing her silent confidence. Hyukjin, always polite, offered a calm smile and asked:

- What can I do for you, my dear?

He didn't underestimate anyone, but he also didn't expect it to be a significant challenge. However, throughout the fight, he realized that she was not there to be defeated easily. She moved with impressive dexterity, easily dodging his movements, and even when he tried to immobilize her with the typical judo movements, she always seemed to have a ready answer.

He was surprised. He, the master in control and precision, was being overcome in each exchange. The girl was giving him work. Hyukjin, who was used to quickly disarming his opponents, was slowly pressed. She made him lose his balance in a well-calculated counterattack, something he didn't expect from a seemingly calm opponent. When he tried to stabilize the fight again, she used her strength and skill to unbalance him once again and knocked him down efficiently.

Hyukjin fell to the ground with a soft impact, but it was enough to destabilize him emotionally. He stood there for a moment, panting, surprised by the girl's agility and her ability to counterattack. He tried to keep his usual smile calm, but the feeling of defeat began to take him.

The girl stood next to him, watching him with a slight expression of disdain, but without cruelty. Hyukjin, in turn, got up with a quiet breath, but now there was a visible change in his gaze: he knew he had been defeated.

- You... it was good. - He said with the calmness that characterized him, but the sincerity in his voice was clear. He recognized defeat without the weight of arrogance, showing that, despite being the most balanced and polite, he also knew when to admit that he was not invincible.

What really surprised him was not the fight itself, but the fact that he, who always considered control the key to winning, had been overcome by someone with an ability that he had not anticipated.

He smiled, now genuinely impressed:

- I never thought I would be knocked down like that. You really surprised me. - He got up completely and, although there was an internal frustration, his composure never faltered. He knew that this defeat would be a valuable lesson, something he would take into consideration for the future.

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❤️The personalities and information of each of them came: @immortalityforthegoddess

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[katerinaaqu]

Anaxibia sister to Agamemnon and Menelaus (some thoughts)

So...in terms of Oresteia we know that Pylades and Orestes are cousins technically. Pylades is also betrothed and later married to Orestes's sister Electra.

His father Strophius of Phocis was married according to that line to Agamemnon's and Menelaus's sister Anaxibia (Altrnatives of her name are Astyoche and Cydragora) that she has different parentage depending on the myths and the versions but I think I am in favor of the classic aka daughter of Atreus and the Cretan princess Aerope.

And now I wonder how was Anaxibia spared the family drama! Like how was she escaped from the whole coup of Aegisthus! Makes me wonder;

Did the brothers carry Anaxibia with them to Sparta for safety and THEN organize her betrothal to Strophius?

Did she live with them in exile for a little while and then catch the eye of Strophius somehow thus leading to the brothers see also the possibility of a possible ally and marry their sister to him?

Did, perhaps Agamemnon (or even Menelaus too) see the danger and betroth her to Strophius BEFORE the disaster? Thus Anaxibia being spared the exile?

Honestly all possibilities seem so great and honestly make one think! Of course judging how Orestes was born BEFORE Pylades one can expect that Anaxibia was married to Strophius AFTER Agamemnon and Menelaus settled down in their own kingdoms and potentially had their families which could mean how much greater responsibility the two brothers bore in their exile; not only had they take care of each other but also of their sister.

And to Agamemnon apologists such as myself or @likethexan seems even more admirable what responsibility Agamemnon possibly had. Quite possibly of course maybe Anaxibia was indeed sent to Phocis before the whole coup erupted it is just that the wedding potentially happened later after both brothers gained some of their political power back to negotiate a suitable marriage with the king of Phocis.

Of course that begs the question as to why didn't the brothers flee to Phocis instead of Sparta? Surely if their sister was there (married or not) she could potentially offer some help or influence. Well I should say one by looking at the map should say that the first difficulty was the distance:

If we assume that Anaxibia was taken out of harm's way on time but the brothers had literally to run for their lives, they probably ran towards the direction of the south where they would only need to use one mean of transport (cart, horse etc) instead of going to the other side of Peloponnese AND needing to get a ship as well to cross the sea to get to Phocis and they would probably need to get through the mountains again to get to their sister (because the road through Attica and Boetia would take them forever).

But is also a political move.

Agamemnon was not stupid. He probably knew the political power of Tyndareus as well as the riches and army of Sparta might have been superior to Phocis at that time. What is more Tyndareus just like the two of them, was once upon a time exiled with his brother Icarius and restored to the throne so Agamemnon was almost certain that Tyndareus would be more open to the idea to help them be restored in power. Not to mention that Sparta was closer related to Mycenae by geography alone.

So it seems that Agamemnon took the right decision to flee to the south and towards Sparta rather than to the north and towards Phocis

But of course the scenario in which the resided in Sparta with their sister for a little while before sending her to Phocis is always on the table or even that Anaxibia was left behind in Mycenae to be used as a hostage or something similar thus increasing the urge of Agamemnon to come and get her. Although I do not support the latter mainly that knowing the strong family bonds of the Atreides I find it difficult to imagine both brothers would leave their sister behind suffer the consequences of the coup. Especially given how the Atreides spent years to the care of the Spartan king so that doesn’t seem to be pointing towards the urgency of the two struggling to get their sister back and all which is another reason I do not support it but that is also on the table I suppose 🤔

Also we do not know how old Anaxibia was when the brothers had to flee. Maybe she was very young too. Maybe she had to be taken away so that the brothers wouldn't risk for her to be used against them or killed. Makes me imagine she would be barely enough of age to be married at that time (which is why I side more with the idea of her being sent away or carried with them to Sparta) but yeah these are some random thoughts from top of my head.

What do you guys think?

[kakashiskunai25]

Thinking about how Kakashi used to ignore Gai at first but then slowly noticed how determined and strong willed he is which made him get curious about gai and start to pay more attention. Then in academy days he accepted being guy's eternal rival and had defended + comforted him when he was getting bullied over his father as well as when he lost his dad as kakashi called Dai " the coolest ninja he knows", he cared about Gai's well being.

The withdrawal in anbu era most likely from both trauma and Kakashi being scared of letting gai in since he thought he lost everyone who was close with him. He didn't want to lose gai too. Tho he saw all of Gai's efforts of trying to break his walls and be there for him which led to Kakashi returning to Gai as an open and loyal friend the way he was for him when Kakashi was losing himself. Kakashi also told him not to use the 8th Gate which would cost Gai his life and Kakashi losing him even if it was necessary to win the war, I love that Gai held it off till the last moment and saved Kakashi for one last time before using it to fight Madara 😭.

Gai also knew kakashi wasn't really " keen on living" during the Root, and he always make sure to remind Kakashi that he always want him by his side, he matters to Gai so much🥹

As much he would deny Kakashi loves his company because he forgets all about the darkness of the world when he is with Gai and he definitely feels safe with him cause if he tries to save everyone, who is going to save him? He also said he slept without nightmares that night they slept together. I also think Gai brings out his inner child who got lost after the death of his father and his team and lets Kakashi act carefree with him which is very fun to witness 🥹💜

We see him much more emotionally open with Guy in boruto, like crying in front of him over his favorite novel, imagine younger Kakashi doing that lol. I love that he gives Gai those soft looks full of care, admiration and love. Gai has lost his father when he was young like Kakashi and also lost one of his students as well as his physical ability and Kakashi knows how hard it is for him since he can relate to that and even informs others that Gai has things he is sensitive over too. I also believe having similar painful experiences makes them understand each other better and be closer.

He also would throw his logic out of the window if he had any chance to heal Guy and make his life better.

In Stories of Konoha I just absolutely adore how Kakashi treats Gai, he is worried about him but that doesn't make him see Gai any differently, treat him like he is weak or anything, he does the quite the opposite and supports him. It is love, it doesn't have to be romantic but it is there and that's what matters🥰

In conclusion, we dont need to see them confess or kiss to know they love each other. Kakashi and Gai just have pure love between them💚

[belle--ofthebrawl]

belle i would love love love if you would write a fic(let) about aurora getting her Shit RockedTM. dealers choice.

It's probably consensual. Probably.

Cumulus grabs her by the nape of her neck, letting her claws dimple the skin under her ears and Aurora goes as limp as a kitten, eyes wide as the older ghoulette leans in to smell her.

“New perfume?” She asks sweetly, at odds with the way she sets her teeth over Aurora's fluttering pulse, pulling her head back by the hair to get the perfect angle for a bite. Aurora opens her mouth to answer but chokes on a breath as Cumulus' free hand slithers up her shirt to cup her breast.

“Or is it just your cunt I'm smelling?” Cumulus muses. “Because I know you aren't wearing anything under that skirt, darling girl.”

A breeze rushes her out of nowhere, fluttering her little miniskirt up to bare herself to the courtyard where Cumulus caught her. Thankfully empty for the moment.

“I want...” Cumulus says slowly, like she's savoring each word that makes its way from her twisted imagination to her pink, glossy lips. “To do something terrible to you, my dear. And I don't think I want to give you a choice in the matter.”

Her beautifully manicured nails dig into the sensitive bud of her nipple and Aurora groans as her knees buckle, threatening to go out. Of course Cumulus keeps her nails trimmed for her playing but they're still sharp enough to cause pain if she wants them too.

“Now I know it's your cunt.” Cumulus chuckles. “You just got wetter, didn't you?”

She doesn't even get the chance to whimper out a trembling yes before Cumulus shoves her other hand down the waist and of her skirt. Full on groping her now, toying and bouncing her breast under her shirt while the other hand cushions her clit between two fingertips and rubs her like that, firm and slow.  Aurora moans and circles her hips as best she can, humping Cumulus' hand in desperation for more. She doesn't want to cum like this, but she will if the older ghoulette wants her to, she'll pop like a bottle of champagne and squirt hot over the flagstones. Maybe if she's lucky, Cumulus will make her lick it up.

“Playing with your food again?” Calls a bored voice and Aurora squeezes her eyes shut. 

“Doesn't she look delish?” Cumulus purrs and bites Aurora for real, making her yelp. “Not sure I want to share…not even with an old friend.”

She senses more than hears Cirrus approach them, soft footsteps barely giving her away as gets closer and closer.  Cool hands clasp her cheeks and Aurora opens her eyes to Cirrus inspecting her with cool disinterest. 

“You haven't made her cry yet?” She asks. “Losing your touch.”

“I'm getting there.” Cumulus replies easily but there's an edge to her voice now that a second predator is showing interest in her catch. “Was going to shove her over that table and see if she could take my fist.” 

Aurora is given a thigh to perch on as Cirrus crowds her way into their space, stepping firmly over any boundaries Cumulus was trying to enforce. She makes a sweetly stupid noise when she grinds her clit against the rough fabric and the firm leg underneath. 

“Open.” Cirrus says to Aurora, ignoring Cumulus' posturing as she taps on Aurora’s mouth. Her jaw drops on a whine of Cirrus' name and she gets a single finger resting on her tongue. She closes her lips around it and tries to show it as much love as she can, looking up at Cirrus with stars in her eyes. 

“You can still do that.” Cirrus finally answers, staring down at Aurora. “She has three holes after all. Room for one more, even.”

“Don't you dare.” Cumulus snarls and Aurora's stomach swoops at the thrill she feels over how possessive her voice sounds. But it's too late. Cirrus slips a phone out her back pocket and hits speed dial.  As the other side rings, Aurora is forcibly shoved and shuffled across the courtyard to one of the tables. Cumulus pulls her top down so her tits spill out while Cirrus rucks her skirt up to expose her holes, already closing down on nothing in a hungry desire to be fucked.

Whoever Cirrus is calling picks up after Cirrus has her pants shucked off. She greets them with a cheerful, throaty hello and guides Aurora's head to her cunt where the little ghoulette wastes no time getting her mouth on Cirrus' clit. It's hard to focus on who the other person might be, especially when Cumulus slips two fingers inside her without any preamble and a light hearted comment about how she won't even need any lube for this.

“Not that I care if it hurts her.” Cumulus adds as an afterthought.

“If you wanted to keep her to yourself, you should have done this in private.” Cirrus admonishes as she holds Aurora by the hair, right where she wants her. Her pubic hair is trimmed but still tickly and every gasp of air Aurora is allowed is full of the scent of her cunt, thick and heady and musky. 

“Suppose I can't complain when the view is this great.” Cumulus admits. “Could be better if you undid your shirt.”

“I'll bet it could be.” Cirrus agrees and makes no move to acquiesce. Then, “No my love, I was talking to Lu. We're in the Ebony courtyard. Can't miss us. Closest table to the entrance.”

“So who did you invite?” Cumulus asks as Cirrus sets her phone down, letting her head fall back as Aurora lavishes her clit with attention, sucking on it as Cumulus fits four fingers in her now. Curling and flexing them, not to pleasure her, merely to see how much she can take.

“You'll see.” Cirrus replies with a smile. “Someone good with her hands to fill our sweet girl up properly."

Aurora moans as loud as she can as Cumulus fits her thumb into the palm of her hand and starts to guide it in. Somewhere in the distance, someone is walking leisurely to their courtyard and Aurora can't wait to find out what else she's going to put through next.

[kissingarthurclaus]

It's actually SO much fun trying to imitate the Arcane rendering/painting style?? I mostly eyeballed it for my first try and I think it turned out really good! I still gotta put together an official outfit ref for my s/i but man...I honestly can't stop thinking about them so here's a couple of little sketches as well!! 😭😭 (little lore dump + taglist under the cut!)

They were childhood friends, maybe even sweethearts, but they were definitely close! Unfortunately, my s/i's family fell on some pretty hard times, and she needed to find some kind of work to help support them. Suddenly she didn't have much time for him, and Viktor ended up alone again. They still cared about each other, but they grew apart, and with Viktor eventually moving topside to attend the academy she was left behind.

I imagine that they meet again just a little bit before Viktor meets Jayce when he's paying a visit to the Undercity and they bump into each other by chance. As an adult, she's running a body alterations shop with her best friend (my irl best friend hehe) where they do tattoos, piercings, even prosthetics! Later in the series, the shop is taken over by Silco but the two of them act as a sort of information hub for the Firelights.

I'm still working on some of the lore, like how she ends up meeting Jayce and Mel too and how they all end up dating but Viktor was the first one she fell for 💖 and a funny story that my mom told me once is actually that when I was a toddler she occasionally babysat a neighborhood boy named Victor!! We played together and bcs I was a baby I couldn't pronounce his name correctly so I called him 'pictor' and kinda bossed him around 😂 needless to say I'm using that in my lore!! I don't know something is just so special to me about childhood friends to lovers and I'm cooked aren't I??

Taglist♡: @me-myself-and-my-fos @tiny-cloud-of-flowers @sunstar-of-the-north @dearly-beeloved @adoredbyalatus

@changeling-selfship @crushes-georg @cherry-bomb-ships @rosieaurora @rejaytionships @tropgothships @little-miss-selfships

@starlos-soulmate @limey-self-inserts @candyheartedchy @space-sweetheart @halsinkisser @clancykisser @squips-ship @berryshipbasket @soulnottainted @homevideorentals @cordshake @emceescha

[anorlondo00]

I do not care at all about sports and the sum total of my knowledge about American football is what I remember from reading Eyeshield 21 fifteen plus years ago, BUT. I am now invested in the football AU. Ace and Luffy are the mascots of the team and everyone loves them. They can do no wrong in Oyaji's eyes and he will let them get away with murder. In return, both of them are seriously devoted to making the team The Best EverTM. The first time the Whitebeards saw Ace throw a hail mary pass they swore it was going way too wide until Luffy tore down the whole length of the field, leapt like the monkey he is higher than anyone thought possible and slammed that ball down. Now the Whitebeards know to expect anything.

Also in my head Ace is the canon 2-3 years older than Luffy, and while he only became his legal guardian upon turning 18, he has helped raised him and the Whitebeards do a double-take every time responsible Ace comes out. Before Luffy joins the team Ace has to beg early off practice to go to a parent-teacher conference. After they're both on the team Ace still makes him PB&J sandwiches after practice, unruffled by doing it in front of everyone in the locker room.

Bootleg Marineford is a game where everyone (and especially Ace, under a lot of pressure) has been physically and mentally wrung out. The Marines team keep trying to sack Ace and get closer and closer, but Marco digs in his heels and makes an impassable barrier of himself. Until there's a crack in the line... And a small opening forms where Teach, who has been fighting with everyone recently, but especially Whitebeard and Ace, stands. Offensive player Akainu, who probably weighs twice what Ace does, hits him like an avalanche. Ace goes down. When Akainu is finally dragged off him, he stays down.

Luffy and Whitebeard are sprinting across the field toward Ace, but Marco's mind has hit the blue screen of death. There's nothing but static behind his eyes as he stares at his fallen quarterback.

The game is suspended and put up for a rematch. Neither Ace nor Marco, who did his level best to murder Akainu right there on the field, play.

(Ace is eventually fine, but now knows up front and personal the effects of a long-term concussion).

Claims not to know that much about American football, proceeds to clearly and accurately describe the exact plot I was also imagining—

YES! Are you KIDDING ME? This is perfect, I’ve got more

They don’t call him ‘Fire Fist’ for nothing, the kid throws missiles. The way Ace and Luffy find each other across an entire football field drops most people’s jaws.

Luffy will track the ball wherever Aces throws it. If Luffy get’s hurt in a collision catching the ball, Ace firmly believes that’s his fault.

That being said, Luffy is notoriously indestructible.

Bootleg Marineford: (That’s a hilarious thing to call it btw)

There was a flag thrown the second Ace got hit. Yes, it was Teach’s fault for leaving an open window. And. Akainu was needlessly brutal. Whitebeard was cursing him out before they even hit the ground.

Luffy was incredibly protective over Ace while he was unconscious. There were cameras everywhere.

Marco needed three people to pull him off Akainu. Instead of apologizing, he later told the media he’d gladly do it again.

Ace is out for the rest of the season. He’s absolutely devastated. That being said, he stood on the sidelines for every game.

Physical and neurological therapy were a bitch. Lots of ‘long talks’ with Pops.

Of course, Ace comes back to the field as soon as he’s better. Now, playing with the most overprotective offensive line you’ve ever seen in your life.

Thank you for writing this, it was so much fun to read!! And there’s a lot I didn't even mention like the adjusted age gap (perfect for this) and parent teacher conferences— I love it all!

[nowimjustastranger]

I am absolutely loving your sctmo au! It’s just so interesting. And I don’t know if you’ve answered this before, if so please feel free to ignore this. But what would sctmo Ford do if he came across a Stan that was in danger of dying at another Ford’s hands but it’s because that Stan is trying to kill his Ford and that Ford is just trying to survive?

Like, this other Ford had wanted to reconnect with his Stan and had invited him into his home. But this Stanley had become extremely resentful and hateful of his Ford getting him kicked out. So when he got the invitation he took it as a chance to get payback or something.

That's certainly a messy situation. But in these circumstances, I can see Ford defending himself a little too well. Maybe he shoves Stan too hard and he trips, braining himself on the corner of a sturdy table on the way down. Maybe he hits Stan over the head with something, forgetting his strength in the panic-fueled adrenaline surge. Either way, Stan's fate is to accidentally die by his brother's hands during this confrontation.

First, Watchdog Ford would restrain Stan, so he could question both of them about what was going on. They'd both shout at him, angry with each other. Watchdog Ford would open a wormhole under Stan to drop him off at a nearby safehouse in the multiverse, partly to keep Stan out of trouble and partly to test Ford.

When Ford asked where Watchdog Ford had taken his brother, equal parts wary and curious, Watchdog Ford would answer dismissively.

"Does it matter? He attacked you. He won't be a problem anymore."

Now, depending on Ford responded, Watchdog Ford would either return Stan to his brother or relocate him. If Ford displayed an unwillingness to simply let a random stranger have his brother (even if said brother had tried to kill him), then Watchdog Ford would bring Stan back and get them the help they needed to purge the bad blood between them (basically, lots of therapy and communication).

However, if Ford was perfectly fine with his brother being taken fuck knows where by a stranger, Watchdog Ford would simply tell Ford that he wouldn't have to worry about his brother coming for him because he'd never see Stan again. And if that information still didn't set Ford straight, Watchdog Ford would simply leave a recording device with a few rough moments from Stan's time of the street to put things into perspective for Ford before leaving.

The next problem would be explaining the situation to Stan, which would be painful because Stan's hurt at what was essentially the second time that his brother turned his back on him would clearly be buried under a substantial amount of anger. The tears would come eventually though. Watchdog Ford would console him as best he could considering Stan doesn't want to feel better, wallowing in his rage and misery.

"That particular Stanford might not want you, but I know one who does."

Watchdog Ford broaches the topic or relocation expecting another explosion of anger, so imagine his surprise when Stan simply says he doesn't care, sounding so utterly defeated that alarm bells go off in Watchdog Ford's head. Not caring is a dangerous mindset for a Stan, because all they did was care. It's what they did best no matter what they might say on the contrary.

Now Watchdog Ford has a new issue to address before Stan did something irreversible.

[forestofforever]

"That's certainly possible. The Merchant generally doesn't resort to violence right away, but I imagine that constantly being repressed must be quite...agitating." The Heart mused. "And if he attacked her, there was a good chance that she wasn't entirely innocent to begin with. The Merchant may not have a conscience, but it can sense who deserves punishment."

He narrowed his eyes a little at her tone. "Good questions. Etienne can win by fighting it until the Merchant ceases to exist. I do not mean to frighten you, but from the looks of it? He won't be able to. The Merchant has been biding its time, but it can take over far more easily than your friend here can regain control. He's welcome to try, but if he fights it, the Merchant will fight back, sooner or later one side will win, and I don't think it'll be Etienne." He calmly motioned at her. "Put your hand on his chest. Feel his heartbeat. Now, look at my heart. Do you feel that?" Etienne's pulse seemed to match the beating of the exposed heart. "That's a sign that he's a part of the Forest now. Which means the Merchant has grown more dominant."

He looked at the sky. "And I'm afraid I don't know. Like I said, in all the centuries I've been here, this has never happened before. I don't know how to fix this. I wish to do so; I have no desire to exist so close to humanity, and I fear that the merging of worlds will result in part of the Forest being lost, but I have no idea how to even start. You're free to help me since I imagine you would like to make this happen as much as I do, but I'm afraid as of right now, I truly do not know how to go about it." The Heart slowly shook his head, causing a few of the flowers to tumble down from his antlers.

Etienne seemed to slowly snap out of the daze, blinking a few times before looking at the Heart and then Alura with furrowed brows. It was strange, it had been like he had simply blinked and suddenly time had passed. It didn't feel like a blackout, it didn't feel like anything was missing, but it was still a little disorienting. His hand found Alura's, and he carefully took it. He wasn't sure if he was doing it to make them both feel better or if it was just because he felt they needed to stay close to each other.

So many profanities popped into her head but she refrained from calling the heart any of those things. She moved to stand slightly in front of Etienne, not wanting the heart to get near him again. “I never called you a liar.” She didn’t think he was a liar but there had to be more to the truth. When she glanced back at Etienne he looked like he was dazed, the heart had used some sort of magic on him again. She quickly turned back to him, taking a step away so her back was against Etienne. She didn’t want to invade his space but she wanted to just feel and make sure he was there while her eyes focused on the being in front of them.

‘The merchant. So that’s what that thing is called’ she thought. The heart seemed to be the source of information and.. well, other things she wasn’t sure of. “I watched the merchant rip an innocent girls face off.” Her tone was blunt and to the point. She didn’t feel the need to elaborate on that statement since if the merchants purpose was to do shit like that, it was a given she wouldn’t be happy about it.

“How can Etienne win control? How could the worlds be separated?” Her questions came out quickly but she didn’t mean to be so aggressive. Whoever this creature was, she wasn’t sure if she fully trusted them. He said he wasn’t a liar but words only held so much weight to her. Plus if the worlds were severed, what would he gain or lose from that? Why was he telling her all this?

Alura was clearly on edge, her body stiff and guarded. She didn’t like hurting others but she was more than capable and willing to if it was on behalf of someone else. She wasn’t going to give up on Etienne just yet and she certainly wouldn’t let the merchant or.. the heart cause any harm to him.

Over her dead body.

Her hand reached back behind her and gabbed into Etienne’s shirt, an attempt to keep him from possibly going anywhere- not that he was trying to. She also didn’t want to lose him, not just physically but mentally. There was so much she still didn’t know about him but she could tell he didn’t deserve to be taken over by that thing.