#my brillant friend

[chateaucapricorne]

🕰𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐲☕️

[heartbpm]

pero bueno la fic de como 50 capítulos q leí la otra vez decía en varias partes q tipo winter y spring eran parecidos pq tenían ese balance delicado sostenido en ocultarse cosas básicamente. y dsp en la mainsto parte 2 hay una clarisima division en 2 grupos q son spring-winter con el tema de chikage-hisoka y citron-guy y el grupo summer-autumn con lo de azami-kumon (y banri y kazunari y etc no importa ahora eso). me olvide q más iba a decir

[neil-gaiman]

hi mr. gaiman. you have created a monster. i cannot stop thinking about this brillant show of yours and i make it everyones problem. i went to the hairdresser and asked for the crowley color. i bought his sunglasses. i happened to go to london this summer with my mom and ended up looking for the filming locations (im sorry mom). 2 days ago i even rambled about good omens to my science teacher in a moment of weakness and when i regained control of my body i felt quite embarrassed. i have found myself in many, many, other embarrassing situations because of my rambling, actually. plenty of my friends have told me ive gone insane and i cant help but agree with them. but good for you, those same friends are so intrigued (and worried) by my behavior they actually start the show to try and study me. so it's all good in the end. i get my job done. im watching good omens with one of them right now and having a lot of fun telling her about all the fun facts (she loves the show so far)

on a serious note, thank you so much for your work (you understood i appreciate it a lot, i hope). have a very awesome day / night mr. gaiman

Thank you so much! And thank you for spreading the good word.

[fallstaticexit]

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AN: Next update will post Monday the 23rd , same time and same place! Going to start working on updating my game etc. <3

Transcript under the cut

Siobhan: There you are! Our guest of honor tucked away in the corner. You’re not hiding, are you?

Nancy: I never really liked crowds.

Siobhan: That won’t do, Nancy. Come. Lets chat.

Siobhan: You know, the way you handled Becca the other night is admirable. I wouldn’t have done anything less if it were my man she was pawing after.

Nancy: Listen, I’m not a violent person. I shouldn’t have hit her.

Siobhan: It hardly matters. It’s about respect.

Siobhan: You have the means to be the most powerful woman in the world. Your family runs a multi million dollar company. Your name is on every recognizable building across the globe. Girls like Becca will dream of the day they can write you a check so she can raise her brood of rowdy children in one of your flawlessly designed properties.

Siobhan: You’re a star, Nancy. It’s time you show everyone what it means to be a Landgraab. You can start by becoming a Theta.

Siobhan: By the way, your mother just arrived!

Nancy: Hello Mother.

Queenie: Nancy.

Nancy: Father couldn’t make it?

Queenie: No, I’m afraid he’s tied up in a prior engagement. Besides, I try not to bore him with my personal affairs. [murmurs] How provocative, these pieces.

Queenie: So you’ve made friends with the daughter of an adulterer. Is that what you thought would impress me? Well, at least she’s proactive. Your lack of involvement in any clubs or organizations shows just how lazy you are. It’s almost as if we’ve sent you to university to piss away our money yet again. When will you prove to me that you’re worth half the trouble you put your father and me through? And for the love of God, stop biting your nails! It’s disgusting.

Professor Munch: -right, Nancy?

Nancy: I’m sorry, what was that?

Professor Munch: This model is absolutely stunning! Marvelous, even.

Nancy: R-really? Thank you, Professor.

Professor Munch: Ah! No wonder! Your drawings are very compelling. The way you blend functionality with aesthetics is brillant! A true prodigy!

Professor Munch: I am very proud of you, Nancy. Keep it up.

Nancy: Hi Professor. I know I’m a little early for office hours, but I really wanted your thoughts on my blueprints.

Professor Munch: Nancy! Are you kidding! Anything for my star pupil. Take a seat.

Professor Munch: If I’m being honest, I don’t have much critique.

Nancy: Staying on top of my grades is really important to me. My GPA is 3.7 but I know I can do more to improve. I can do better-

Professor Munch: [huffs affectionately] Nancy! You are my brightest and best student! I’d say it’s in your blood. I haven’t seen such vision and passion in my student’s work since I taught your brother.

Nancy: Nathan was your student?

Professor Munch: Oh, Nathan was my star! In the short time I spent with him, he has shown me what true artistry looks like. That kid had an eye for detail. He always spoke so fondly of his little baby sister, Nan; he’d call you. [sighs] I miss him dearly.

Professor Munch: I thought of quitting and getting back into the field after he passed. I was devastated when I found out about the accident. My partner pushed me to continue teaching. She knew there was nothing I loved more than handing the tools to brillant kids like you and Nathan to shape our future.

Nancy: Partner? [frowns] Your...partner?

Professor Munch: Monica. We were roommates in college and have been stuck to each other like glue since!

Nancy: So, she’s your best friend?

Professor Munch: Oh certainly. My best friend, my muse, my partner.

Nancy: What about your husband?

Professor Munch: Husband?

Nancy: I- sorry. Nevermind.

Professor Munch: Talk to me, dear. What’s on your mind?

Nancy: I guess I don’t understand. You’re wearing a ring but you have no photos of your husband. You seem...close with her, in the photo.

Professor Munch: I was married once. We have three children together. Sweetest man alive. We’re still friends to this day. We both realized that we had our hearts in different places. In the end, I had my Monica. My soulmate.

Nancy: [sobs quietly]

Professor Munch: Oh, no. Nancy? Dear, are you alright?

Professor Munch: [softly] Oh, sweet darling. You’re hurting, aren’t you? Can I hold you? Is that ok?

Nancy: [nods once]

Professor Munch: You let it all out, you hear me? Just let it all out. I got you.

Nancy Narrates: [I wondered what kind of person I’d be had my mother held me like this]

Professor Munch: There’s a small club that I support that meets every Friday in the commons. I think you should stop by.

Nancy: Thank you Professor but, I think I’ve already decided to join a sorority.

Professor Munch: I’ll tell you what, it’s not something you have to join or commit to, but I think there’s something to gain by coming. Plus, there’s someone I’d like you to meet. You two have a lot in common.

Morgan: Holy shit, hey! It’s Nancy Landgraab! Get over here!

[marta-my-dear]

Like if you have a partner it's normal - expected even, that you live and spend a lot of time together, that they're the most important person in you life.

But a friend? You move and see each other a few times a year at most and it's so easy to grow apart!!

To keep a friendship going for so long, for it to be that strong... Oh man 😭😭😭

You know as much as I adore Icemav as a couple, I don't really have a choice as to shipping them!! because if I stop for a second and think about that scene in Ice's office and to know that they kept that friendship for 30+ years and the gentle way Mav says how's my wingman and that Ice protected him all this time I -

To have a friendship like that!!! Just thinking about it destroys me you know?

[loveandmurders]

The Sun of Ambrose II (Sinclair daughter!reader)

Hello everyone, this is the second part of a new Sinclair!daughter AU in which the reader is Bo's daughter and she has been taken away and adopted by a new family.

This is the direct continuation of this.

Hope you'll enjoy! <3

Warnings : No proof reading, angst, mentions of a boy groping, touching and wanting to rape reader, killer!reader, violence, blood, anger, manipulation.

Your grandfather and grandmother were killers. 

Your father and uncles were killers. 

Even if you didn’t know about all of this yet, it was written in your blood, in your DNA. You were born to be a killer too. You were born with this rage and with this skill. You were born to be something else than just normal. 

You weren’t a lost little girl anymore.

You were 16. 

You were doing your best to have the life your adoptive parents wanted you to have; you were good at school, you had friends, you were going out to parties. You were mute so things could sometimes be a bit difficult, but you were enjoying watching people in silence. You knew everyone’s secrets and dramas. You knew people’s weaknesses and desires.

So you knew when John came to greet you one morning, he didn’t have good intentions towards you. 

“Hello sweetheart. It’s been a little while since I've noticed you. We’re in the same maths class by the way. You remember me?” he said and you nodded to let him know you did remember him. He brightly smiled “Awesome. So, my friends are organising a party on Friday night and I’d love you to come with me” he offered.

You licked your lips and leaned into your seat, wondering what to do. He was towering over you and everything in his gestures showed he was acting like a predator. He probably thought that since you were mute, you would be a very easy prey.

You weren’t too happy to put yourself into danger, but at the same time you were bored out of your mind and your parents would be happy if you would go out with a boy. It would be another proof that you were settling in your life and that everything was going alright. And as long as you were wearing your sun necklace, you weren’t afraid for yourself. 

You finally nodded again and his smile turned into a smirk.

“Brillant, girl. See you on Friday’s night. I’ll come get you at your place” he said before leaving. 

He really wasn’t interested in you in a good way. 

You neither.

Your mother was really excited for you so she helped you get ready for what she was calling a “date”. You dolled up like you were supposed to before leaving the house without feeling anything. Your parents reminded you to be careful. 

Little did they know that at the instant you got into John’s car, he placed his hand on your thigh and groped you. You softly pushed him and gestured for him to drive to the party, which he finally did.

You were annoyed. 

Once at the party, he quickly greeted the people he knew, keeping you by his side like you keep a pet. You hated it. You started to get angry. It was a quiet anger you knew a little too well. You did everything to keep it manageable inside your heart. You couldn’t have a crisis here, in front of those people you were going to school with. You didn’t want your parents to get you to the doctors again.

You kept a smile on your face, even when he rushed you upstairs and found the closest empty bedroom he could. He hushed you inside, before locking the door behind you two.

“Ah finally alone, baby” he mused

You knew what his intentions toward you were but you weren’t afraid, you were oddly calm as you watched his every move. The fact that someone would want to hurt you and use you was making you burn with anger now. You had never felt so full of rage, and yet it was the cold madness of a killer that was taking possession of you. You knew what was going to happen, but you also knew you weren’t the prey. 

Your father and uncles started to teach you how to take care of yourself, how to kill, even if they never said it was for killing. It was always to protect yourself from “the bad people of this hostile world”. You had continued to learn how to fight without your parents knowing.

And even if you had never shed blood before, you were ready. The rage was too strong to make it stay inside of you. You smiled as the boy came closer to you, clearly not realising he was the mouse, and not the cat. He touched you and you let him do it, at first. 

“I knew you were going to be a good girl” he murmured to you and you hummed in answer. You gently grabbed him by the hair before your grip tightened and without a warning shot you moved to the side and brutally led his head against the wall. You hit him hard and he got disoriented. You continued to hit him over and over again.

You killed him. 

You killed him violently. And you felt good, oh so good. For the first time in years, the anger quieted down and you felt like you could finally breathe. 

You cleaned up the crime scene, your bloody hands and face, and his body before leaving it where it was. Your black dress was hiding the blood stains littering it but you knew you would need to burn it down once you would be back home. You went downstairs to dance with the others, as if nothing had happened. 

The body was found only when everyone thought it was time to go to sleep.

Of course the police interrogated you, but they couldn’t believe that such an innocent looking girl, who went through so much in her life already and was hence very soft, could have killed someone with such hatred. Your parents were so relieved nothing happened to you, not realising you were the danger. 

No one even found out who killed John.

And you found this very exciting.

So you continued to kill.

You realised you were very good at it, as if it was a gift running through your veins. Whenever you felt anger, you left your house at night for a “little walk”. You would easily find a new prey; anyone was good enough for it. It was also why the police couldn’t find you: there was no link between your victims, not even their profile. You killed for the sake of it, for the well being it finally gave you. You were known as the “serial killer of the shadows”. Your parents always worried when you were wandering around at night, not realising you were the danger prowling around the city. 

Killing wasn’t the only joy in your life, even if it was getting a big part of it. Around the same time you murdered John, you asked your parents to take up art classes. You wanted to do sculptures, to build things with your hands. You enjoyed doing pottery a lot. It was appeasing you because you could just focus on your hands and on your art. You were very good at it, mostly because you watched Vincent making art a lot so his gestures were written inside your brain.

You started to work on wax as well. You asked your parents to buy you the materials and they agreed. They were happy you were expressing yourself through art. It was certain you were doing better now. They had no idea that you simply still wanted to be Sinclairs’ heir. You wanted to find them again one day, and to prove to them that you were the only daughter they needed. You wanted to come back home more than anything. You knew your "real" father would understand your anger. You weren’t too sure if he and your uncles were killing the tourists, but you were certain they wouldn’t judge you for your night activities. You would be free in Ambrose… You just needed to find your way back to it.

And one day, it happened.

“So, Y/N, where would you like to go during the holidays this summer?” your adoptive father asked you as you were all having dinner in the living room. You had meant to talk to them about your biological family for a quite a while now and it felt like the perfect moment.

“I want to go in the South of the country” you replied and your parents were surprised you seemed so determined about it

“Why there?” you mother hummed

“Because I come from there… I want to find where I come from. I want to find what happened to my mother… I mean I want to know if she was right about my father”, you explained

“I’m not certain this is a good idea, hon” your mother instantly replied and you pouted, disappointed but ready to fight for it

“Why not?”

“We… We haven’t told you about all the stories we heard about your family. Your mother had the time to say quite a lot about them and the fact you weren’t even officially existing for the State is proving a lot. You were a child so you probably don’t remember or didn’t understand what was going on…” she babbled

“What you mother means is that they are dangerous people and we can’t just go find him” your father added

“This is unfair. I need to know my past. If you were at my place, wouldn’t you want to know the truth?”

The discussion stopped there for the moment but a few days later, your parents offered you a deal. The plan was you would all go to the South of the country for some holidays. You would try to find the region where you came from, but you wouldn’t try to find your father. You agreed. 

The problem was you didn’t know exactly where Ambrose was, but you had found your uncle Lester’s town on a map. At least you thought you remembered it was. Your mother and you found somewhere nice with a cute little hotel around the area you wanted. You hope to find your way back home… and to find your family again. You had changed quite a lot and you weren’t too sure your family would recognise you. However, you were still wearing your sun necklace.

You thought the day of the trip would never come, as you were so excited about it. You could feel in your bones that you were finally coming back home, so many years after having left it. Your parents were a little bit on edge, but they loved you too much to cancel the holidays. Your mother had a very bad feeling about all of it.

However, once on the roads, you couldn’t help but panic when the car went by on the dusty roads without going by the advertisements for the House of Wax. You remembered them by heart as you saw them quite a lot when you were in Lester’s truck. You worried you would come by close to Ambrose but not close enough. You worried you wouldn’t find your family. You worried everything was lost forever. Your adoptive parents noticed how you looked around and they asked you if you were alright.

“I come from here” you admitted to them as you signed. They exchanged a very concerned look at those words.

“Are you sure? You recognised this place? Your mother asked you in a soothing manner

“Not really, but the roads were the same when I was a child. It’s not here, but it must be in this area. My family is so close by now” you replied

“Hon… We are your family” your mother frowned

“You know what I mean… I want to see them, I want to see my dad again” you shyly signed, knowing your adoptive parents wouldn’t be happy about it. They did exchange another look, full of concern.

“We already talked about it… We want you to be safe and… your biological father didn’t seem like a good person. We don’t want you to meet up with him… and certainly not like that” your mother continued as your father stopped the car and parked.

“You don’t know him, we don’t know if my mother said the truth. He never hurt me when I was a child” you said

“You didn't know him either. What your mother did…” she trailed off

“But now we’re here, we can have a look around” your father offered to your mother’s dismay. 

They argued in whispers until you left the car. 

You recognised the violent heat of the sun hitting you, you recognised how silent the road was, you recognised how easy it was to get lost and in need of help here. You had to be close to Ambrose, you could feel it in your heart.

“Let's get back in the car, honey. We’ll go to the hotel we booked and we’ll talk some more about all of this. It’s understandable you want to find your father, even just out of curiosity… But you cannot just come over like that. You don’t know how he would react, what he became after you left… We need to respect a process” your mother rationalised and you were forced to agree with her.

A little voice inside your head wondered what would happen if your family didn’t recognise you? Would they kill you like they probably got rid of the tourists during your childhood?

And yet, you prayed for the car to stop working or for Lester’s truck to appear on the road. Unfortunately, you safely travelled to the hotel. You all ate at a restaurant before deciding to go to sleep and to talk about everything the day after. Your parents thought it was better to rest and have a good night sleep before doing anything. They might hope you would calm down as well.

You didn’t. You talked about finding your dad right at breakfast.

“I could find my father” you said

“It has been said that you didn’t know where you came from exactly and that you didn’t even know your father’s name.” your mother said “Did you lie about all of this? Did you try to protect him somehow?” she continued and you hated to be trapped in your own lie

“I didn’t know back then. But when I saw the roads, I remembered” you replied

“Makes sense,” your father nodded and gently smiled at you.

“I don’t like this,” your mother whined. She had always been very protective of you and she felt something was off.

“Look, darling, we’re going to find a solution for everyone to be happy.” your father continued to smile “The two of you are going to have a nice day out together and I’m going to look for your biological father. If you can just show me on the maps where he used to live… And if I can find him, I’ll talk with him and make sure he is good enough to meet with you. How does it sound?” he offered

“It’s rushed! He was a violent man, how do you know he won’t hurt you, hurt her?” your mother continued 

“If you don’t have news after an hour, you’ll call the police. Y/N needs to realise who her father is to move on in her life. That’s normal. Everyone needs to know and understand where they come from. And even if it’s rushed, even if it doesn’t sound like a good plan, she needs it now. We have to try.” your father replied. 

“This is too risky. We can ask for the administration to help us with this… Especially if he is a bad man. It’s indeed important but we need to take our time.” your mother argued back so you started to cry. 

It was always your most efficient weapon. 

It was settled then.

Your adoptive father would look for Bo Sinclair.

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Part III

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Taglist: @murder-hobo - @lacychick ; @magical-sass ; @limehaspassed ; @loveinglymessedup ; @bloodmoon-bites ; @iwantsleepplz ; @kawaistrawberry21 ; @12gaugefalls ; @kriston1210

[7ndipity]

Let Me Love You

Jungkook x Plus Size Reader

Summary: When your friend Jungkook confesses his feelings, you ghost him, despite your own feelings for him, fearing that the relationship will end in disaster. Can he convince you otherwise?

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Angsty, mentions of anxiety and body insecurities, swearing, suggestive, only partially proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I wanted to post this last night, but I was super tired and fell asleep(I’m still sick lol). Also, part of this is based on a dream I had and couldn’t get out of my head, so sorry if it feels a little random.

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The noise and lights of the party had been almost overwhelming, even around the pool, where some of you had separated off, a few even deciding to brave the cold water to swim.

“Wanna take a dip?” He’d asked as you sat tucked off to the side together, letting your feet hang over the water, leaning in close to hear each other.

“I don’t have a suit.” You’d replied.

“You won’t hear me complaining.” He’d smirked, making you roll your eyes before quickly dropping your attention to the drink in your hand, trying to hide the growing heat in your cheeks.

Jungkook had always been a notorious flirt, especially when it came to you, never missing an opportunity to make some sly comment that would have your face burning, much to his amusement, though you doubted he realized the full effect his words had on you. You’d never shared your feelings for him or your long standing crush, knowing he wouldn’t be into a plus size person like you, and had just focused on maintaining your friendship instead.

“Well, I’m going in.” His voice pulled you out of your thoughts, glancing up just in time to see him yank his jacket off and slip in, allowing the water to come up over his head for a moment before resurfacing with a gasp, shaking his head at you like a dog.

“You’re insane.” You commented, laughing.

“You love it.” He said, catching hold of your arm to help pull him out of the water.

“You’re getting me wet!” You squealed, trying to skooch away from him, but he trailed after you, making you both laugh until you were stuck in the corner.

Jungkook’s laughter trailed off, expression suddenly turning serious as he looked up at you. “I wanna try something.” He said.

“What is it?” You asked warily.

Rather than answering, he braced his hands on either side of you, boosting himself up and pressing his mouth briefly to yours.

You froze, staring at him wide-eyed as he pulled away and sank back down.

“What was-?”

“I like you, y/n,” He said quickly. “I want to be with you.”

“I-I-” Your head felt like it was spinning as you stared at him, nearly nodding before reality suddenly began to seep back in, filling your veins like cement.

“I-I’m, I can’t, I’m sorry.” You were scrambling to your feet before you had fully gotten the words out, leaving him staring after you in confusion as you pushed your way through the crowd to escape.

That’d been three days ago, and since then, you hadn’t spoken more than a handful of words to him.

You knew dodging his calls and texts was far from a proper solution to your current predicament, but you couldn’t come up with any better ideas, mind still in absolute chaos at the sudden revelation.

Despite your efforts to push it away, memories of the night kept playing on loop in your head, the way he’d looked at you, the feel of his lips on yours.

You couldn’t believe it, the guy of your dreams told you he was into you, and you ran away. Brillant.

You shook your head, slowly dragging yourself out of bed and making your way to the kitchen in search of coffee.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be with him, you did, more than you cared to admit to even yourself, but in the back of your mind, there were those same nagging voices that had held you back from confessing in the first place. As a bigger person, you’d experienced more than your share of mistreatment and let downs connecting to your size, only further feeding into your insecurities that you weren’t good enough. And although Jungkook had never given you a reason to feel that way with him, you still couldn’t shake that deep seeded fear that, if you said yes to him, one day he would wake up and realize that his feelings had changed, that the attraction he thought was there wasn’t really, not in the way he originally believed, and you would end up losing one of the most important people in your life. You couldn’t handle that, you couldn’t afford to lose him, it would kill you.

You were shook out of your thoughts by an insistent knock on your front door.

“Who is it?” You called, cautiously making your way over, glancing at the clock and noting that it was only 7:30 in the morning.

“Y/n?” Your stomach dropped at the sound of Jungkook’s voice.

You briefly considered not answering, but you knew from previous experience that he would wait on the other side of that door for as long as necessary just to see you, having stayed with you through more than one meltdown in the past.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door. “What do you want, Kookie?” You asked quietly, looking up at him. He looked almost as tired as you felt, faint shadows visible under his eyes.

“Can I talk to you for a minute, please?” He asked, keeping his voice soft, but you could see the tension in his eyes.

You nodded, not trusting your voice, stepping back to let him in.

He made his way to the living room out of habit, with you following behind, before finally turning to face you. You spotted your reflection in the mirror over his shoulder, showing you how small and nervous you looked, like a cornered animal.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He said simply. It wasn’t a question, but there was clearly one attached to the statement.

“I was just giving some time.” You said lamely, wincing at the feeble excuse.

“Time for what?”

“To make up for my stupid mistake at the party.”

“You mean when you ran out?” He asked. “That was my fault, I shouldn’t have dumped everything on you so suddenly like that.”

“It’s more than that.” You said, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“What is it?” He studied you for a moment before asking quietly. “Do you… not like me that way?”

“No!” You said quickly. “I do, fuck I do, but that’s the problem.”

“You’ve lost me.” He said.

“Koo, it’s just-” You sighed, struggling with your words. “It just doesn't make any sense, we’re too… different”

“No, we aren’t,” He argued. “You’ve said it yourself, if anything, we're too alike.”

“I meant, because I’m…” Your words died off.

“Because you’re bigger?” He finished, understanding crossing his expression before shifting to sadness as he saw your eyes drop. He knew about your struggles with your self image, but he’d never thought they’d be an issue between the two of you. He was always trying to compliment you and let you know how amazing he thought you were.

“Y/n, you know I love you for you right?” He said gently.

“But what if that’s not enough?” You asked “What if you just think you want me? What if you get tired of not being able to do cute coupley things with me because I’m too heavy? What if-?”

Jungkook suddenly moved forward, causing you to backpedal until you were pinned between him and the wall.

“Look at me.” He breathed, staring down at you, completely serious. “There is no universe where I wouldn’t find you fucking gorgeous, you hear me? I have always, and will always love and want you, and nothing will ever change that. Even when we’re super old and gray and wrinkly, I will still be fucking awestruck by you.”

You let out a weak laugh at that, despite the tears gathering in your eyes.

“So, will you let me love you?” He asked, looking at you tenderly.

You nodded. “Yes.”

He smashed his mouth to yours, holding onto you for dear life as he tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss as he traced the shape of your lips with his, causing you to let out a tiny whine.

Wanting to further prove his point, his hands slipped down to the back of your thighs, catching behind your knees and hoisting you up so you were held up by him. You let out a squeak of shock, wrapping your arms and legs around him for support.

“See?” He asked, grinning at you proudly. “Don’t you dare say that you're too heavy for me.”

“You’re insane.” You laughed, shaking your head at him.

“You love it.” He grinned, letting you pull him back in for another kiss.

[gojoidyll]

Infinity

Yandere ! Gojo Satoru x Female ! Reader

Part 2 | my childhood friend

Warnings | Gojo is kind of clingy, y/n is shy and has a stutter (at first), grammatical errors, etc.

Notes | this fic will be using she/her pronouns for y/n. Also this is a reincarnation fic, so Gojo's name will not be "Satoru" in this part. And please let me know if you want to be in a taglist for this series !! ^-^

Summary | And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.

Infinity Masterlist

year 1102 AD

GOJO SHIRO was at the tender age of twelve when he regained his past life's memories, and with a sudden burst of excitement he realized that he was indeed living a new life as a reincarnation of his former self. With such news, he immediately set off with such knowledge and past experiences. He knew things as such a young age that baffled many adults. Which was to no surprise to the young Gojo. Though, truthfully, he had no intention of revealing how he had such vast knowledge and instead would give the simple answer of "I like to study when I'm not training." Which was believable to most adults with in the Gojo clan because they would take notice how the young future head of the clan would wander straight towards the clan's sacred library.

Little did they know, however, was that he was actually researching the l/n clan and trying to see if y/n even existed in this time period. And, much to his dismay, he would find that after his first death the l/n clan would have fallen from grace. (Which was very much deserved, mind you.) But now he had no way of finding her, of find y/n, or knowing if was even born yet or even if she would have the last name l/n or the first name y/n.

Because look at Gojo.

Sure, he still has the six eyes. His powerful cursed techniques that he will be expected to hone as he ages. Yet he has a different first name. So the same could be expected of y/n if she got reincarnated as well. But he knew that once he saw her, he would know that it was her. Without a doubt. Mainly because he wholeheartedly believed that when one is reincarnated, their personality stays the same. Their soul never changes. I mean, the only thing about him that changed was his first name for goodness sake! So the same could easily be said about his y/n. Easily.

However ...

"Oh! How frustrating!"

It was still very frustrating.

He slammed the book shut and pushed it aside. His gaze settling onto the nearest wall.

It was clear to him that searching through books on whereabouts of the l/n clan were no longer going to work. If he wanted to find his cute little maid, then he was going to have to leave the Gojo Estate. Simple, right? So, that was exactly what he set out to do. And much to his surprise, no one really stopped him. Probably because he was already at such a high position within the clan as the next head and all.

And thats how he found himself wandering the streets. Many people bustled around him but didn't dare to step in his path for it was easily known as to who he was and how much power he had.

Well, that was until he felt a small tug on his sleeve.

Rolling his eyes, he couldn't believe someone had the audacity to bother him, especially considering how he was busy looking for y/n. Not that whoever was pulling at him to get his attention needed to know that.

"What."

Though the moment that the word left his mouth, his whole body froze up when he had turned to look at the person who was bothering him. His brillant blue eyes fixated on the slightly smaller girl before him.

She looked exactly the same as before.

"Uhm- i- i- I'm so sorry, Lord Gojo! But- but you- i-," she stuttered over her words like a fool. She shut her eyes as she tried to find the right words she wanted to say, "its just.. us kids were going to play a game and- and we were wondering if you want to play with us. We- we know you probably have better things to do.. but but we j- just .. just wanted to be friends since- since w-we saw you pass by and and we never see you out from the estate walls, so..."

She blabbered on. To anyone else, they may have tried to cut her off or shut her up. But to Gojo? He was on cloud nine. In his past life, he only got to see her when she was a teenager, and that was only for a year before her life was taken from him. But now? Now he has a chance to get to know her as a child. They can grow up together, learn about each other at the same pace without someone threatening them. It made a smile stretching across his lips.

"Sure," he said suddenly, "I'll come play with you all. But...only on one condition."

She brightened at first when he agreed to come play but instantly deflated at the condition. He wasn't going to ask for money was he?! Her dirt smudged face and tattered clothes were proof enough of her wealth. So, she really did hope he didn't ask for anything too grand.

"Mmhmm, want to hear the condition?"

She shakily nodded and he basked in her shyness and fear. He found it was really fun to tease her! And he planned on teasing her a lot in the near future.

Booping her on the nose with an index finger, he grinned, "well, its actually two conditions. But don't worry, its within your power to fulfill them easily."

Rubbing her nose, she silently urged him to continue.

"First, I want you to call me Shiro. No more of that lame Lord Gojo crap. And second .. what's your name? You want me to come play with you, but don't offer an introduction? Honestly, I'm hurt."

He faked a pout while laying a hand on his chest. His heart beating rapidly against his palm and he silently hoped she wasn't able to hear it.

She bowed suddenly, "r- right! I'm s- sorry Lord- uhm- I mean! I'm sorry Shiro!"

She straightened back up as a blush coated her (color) cheeks. Her hand shakily jutting out as her feet moved from side to side in a nervous manner.

"I'm y/n and- and I was wondering if you like to come and play with me and my friends.."

His heart did a backflip and he internally swooned. So cute!

He immediately snatched her hand into his own despite her hand being slightly dirty than his clean, pristine one.

"I would love to!"

[emilyflorencescdblog]

Birthday Queen

As I slipped into my sparkling formal dress, I couldn’t help but smile at the decorations that filled the room—balloons, streamers, and the bright "Happy Birthday" sign hanging on the wall. My friend had helped me choose this dress, and it felt like the perfect choice. The sequins shimmered with every movement, catching the light and making me feel like the birthday queen I was meant to be. I placed the tiara on my head, adjusted my sash, and took a moment to appreciate how everything had come together. Tonight was going to be special. When my friends arrived, the room was filled with laughter, hugs, and the warmth of good company. It was heartwarming to be surrounded by the people I cared about, all here to celebrate with me. We shared stories, reminisced about past birthdays, and made new memories together. It was a perfect evening, one where I felt truly celebrated and loved, and I couldn’t have asked for a better way to mark my birthday. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Reina del cumpleaños Mientras me ponía mi brillante vestido formal, no pude evitar sonreír ante las decoraciones que llenaban mi casa: globos, serpentinas y el brillante cartel de "Feliz cumpleaños" colgado en la pared. Mi amiga me ayudó a elegir este vestido y me pareció la elección perfecta. Las lentejuelas brillaban con cada movimiento, captando la luz y haciéndome sentir como la reina del cumpleaños que debía ser. Me puse la tiara en la cabeza, me ajusté el fajín y me tomé un momento para apreciar cómo todo había encajado. Esta noche iba a ser especial. Cuando llegaron mis amigos, la sala se llenó de risas, abrazos y la calidez de la buena compañía. Fue reconfortante estar rodeada de todas las personas que me importaban, todos aquí para celebrar conmigo. Compartimos historias, recordamos cumpleaños pasados ​​y creamos nuevos recuerdos juntos. Fue una velada perfecta, en la que me sentí realmente celebrada y amada, y no podría haber pedido una mejor manera de celebrar mi cumpleaños.

[stormxpadme]

There's a bit of fanfiction negativity in the tags :(. Looking for something to cheer me up, what's your personal scogan fanfic favorites?

Yeah, I saw that, both in the scogan and scogean tag, with posts even including the character name tags. Like. Not cool, people. Way to make authors feel shitty who have been guarding the ship lighthouse for the last 20 years. Claiming in the most popular tags, there's only like 1 good fic among more than 1500? Wow, okay. So I was very happy to receive your ask. Let's counter that negativity with some awesome scogan reads!

Damaged by scottxlogan

Can't do any scogan rec list without including the leading authority on the subject. @scottxlogan is the author who pulled me into this ship years ago, not to mention they're a great friend, unbelievably talented writer and artist, and they deserve all the love. Damaged is surely one of their most ambitious projects and deserves every single view, kudos and review out there. Set in the DOFP finale verse that is no doubt the author's specialty, the story comes with an alluring, intricated plot that leaves you on the edge of your seat along with all the feels.

Submission by scottxlogan

I'm also including a newer work by the same author in case you just want to get a feel for how wonderfully she writes these guys, not to mention the shameless steamy goodness that are the author's smut scenes. scottxlogan is an expert at reversing common fandom tropes believably, and this will leave you longing for more of these power exchanges easily.

he carries the reminders by Wolfsheart

@mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea is another great friend and author I would trust even with my biggest squicks (not that she writes those anyway :D). She's not only technically brillant and very well-versed in the lore which makes every pairing she writes a great read (check out her Tony/Emma, too!), but she'll also never fail to make you laugh or put those hearts in your eyes. And don't miss all those pop culture references that even put Peter Parker to shame! She also gives us scogan fans exactly what we need with stories like this one, combining our fav hurt/comfort tropes with a healthy dose of canon fix it.

I loved you since I knew you by strangenewwords

@strangenewwords is a fairly new and dearly beloved addition to our group at @scoganbingo events, but she's already made a huge impact with her delicious smut and angst stories that hit you right in the feels. Technically also brillant, the linked story is definitely one you don't want to get spoilered for beforehand because the ending will leave you in absolute awe and tears. The author doesn't shy away from including the darkest sides of Scott's past but handles every subject with the necessary care and respect, and as I said ... You don't want to miss out on all that delicious smut!

The Day Before the Soldiers Came by Cerylid

Cery is offering a much-needed fixit for the team dynamics between the X-Men and Logan before X2 with this story. It comes with a lot of humor but also far more feels than you expect. The texting is hilarious but it's the quiet tones that get to you.

*****

Speaking of fix-its, since that negativity in the tags kinda got to me, too, I might just throw in one of my own works here too since I also got lots of Scogan stuff out there.

My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold

is basically my go-to X3 fix-it. You look for something to make that movie right, you got it all right there. Along with a bit of horror (we are talking about resurrection, after all) comes a dramatic rescue mission in a mental limbo, and you get an Avenger and Emma Frost guest-starring. There's a couple of follow up chapters that explore both scogan and Tony/Emma a bit further, and we even get a Laura version in old movieverse along the line, and of course all the nasty nasty smut you guys are here for.

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So, that's it from the top of my hat. All these accounts have even more great stories to check out, and there's lots of other scogan authors out there with great stories to enjoy. So don't let anyone tell you, there's no quality scogan stuff on AO3.

[choconat67]

I wanted to do the city at night, but I decided on something different, we can see the RRBs in the background flying through the city and the girls being higher up in the sky.

-Ohh, there go the boys!- the bubuja's voice sounded happy while in the distance above the city lights the three trails of red, blue and green that flew over the sea of ​​lights. Buttercup had her arms crossed over her chest and laughed. "Don't shout or they'll know we're up here."

Her brother looked at her bewildered. "Why wouldn't they know?"

-Don't pay attention Bubbles- Blossom smiled at her sister -She just doesn't want to accept that she lost that food fight with Butch and the others- in a mocking tone of the redhead, it bothered her endangered sister a little, who acted "indignant."

-It's not true! - She looked away - That guy has the stomach of a hyena, if Brick didn't avoid it he would probably try to eat buildings or something stupid - Buttercup said looking at the clouds below them.

The laughter of her sisters, the space behind them and the clouds beneath them made the city look so small, but despite the bright city lights it was good to see the three contrails travel at night over Townsville, Blossom knew that they They deserved this, a chance at life, the chance to live and not just survive.

-Come on girls, remember that we have a meeting! - Blossom's leader's voice caught the attention of her sisters and they followed her back to her place.

Oh I like it and in my ppg universe the fact that the boys got stronger and are trying to live more normally and the girls at this point are already good friends with the boys in different ways, remember that the two AUs are related to each other, and I intend for them to coexist at some point or meet, this AU and the Fallen Heroes one:3

Queria hacer la ciudad de noche, pero me decidi por algo diferente, podemos ver a los RRB al fondo volando por la ciudad y laa chicas estando mas arriba en el cielo.

-Ohh alli van los chicos!- la voz de buebuja sonaba alegre  mientras a la distancia sobre las luces de la ciudad las tres estelas de color Rojo, azul y verde que volaban sobre el mar de luces. Buttercup tenía los brazos  cruzados sobre su pecho y soltó una risa -No grites o sabrán que estamos aquí arriba-

Su herman la miró desconcertada -Por qué no lo sabrían?-

-No hagas caso Bubbles- Blossom sonrió a su hermana -Solo no quiere aceptar que perdió esa guerra de comida con Butch y los demas- en tono burlon de la pelirroja molesto un poco a su hermana peligra quien actuó "indignada".

-No es cierto!- ella miró a otro lado- ese bastando tiene el estómago de una hiena, si brick no lo evitará probablemente trataría de comer edificios o alguna tonteria- dijo Buttercup mirando las nubes bajo ellas.

Las risas de sus hermanas, el espacio detrás de ellas y las nubes bajo ellas hacían ver la ciudad tan pequeña, pero a pesar de las brillantes luces de la ciudad era bueno ver las tres estelas viajar por la noche sobre Townsville, Blossom sabía que ellos merecían esto, una oportunidad de vida, la oportunidad de vivir y no sólo sobrevivir.

-Vamos chicas, recuerden que tenemos una reunion!- la voz de líder de Blossom capto la atención  de sus hermanas quieres la siguieron de regresó a su lugar.

Oh me gusta y en mi universo ppg el hecho que los chicos se reforzaron y están tratando de vivir más normalmente y las chicas a este punto ya son buenas amigas de los chicos en diferentes formas, recuerden que los dos AU están relacionados entre sí, y tengo la intención de que convivan en algún momento o se conozcan, este AU y el de Fallen Heroes:3

[leilohsstupidgaystuff]

Hello or welcome back to my weekly Cherik fanfiction, I liked and maybe you will to.

Again by ikeracity (They're brillant, check them out) "Love Medly" (13,204 words /1 chapter). The story is about Cherik being best friends at uni and living together in an apartment with Azazel and Kitty. Both have been falling for eachother, but haven't told the other and when Erik befriends with Magda, Charles thinks they're together and gets jealous. He's also involved in an accident which makes things alot more complicated, because it has a tempory impact on his telepathy.

I really liked it, because I could relax, while reading it, because it doesn't contain alot of angst and sad stuff, without being all super happy, and I also just like Magda in a story being friends with Erik. It's really well written and you just get pulled into the story. So go check it out.

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[yallthemwitches]

The Prize

Written for Day 17/18 of Kinktober: Jealousy and Quidditch Win, Its basically smut, because that's the reason for the season. ;)

Was kinda bummed that there hasn't been a whole lot of Jily Kinktober content then remembered I was also way behind on working on it. Cranked this one out as a lil' moral boost to keep at it.

AO3 Link to my Jily Kinktobers

“Fancy a dance, Evans?”

Lily looks up from her drink to find Sawyer Dawson, Ravenclaw seeker, leaning his whole body against the back end of the couch, firewhiskey sloshing in his glass. Behind him, a crowd of tipsy students sway to the music, the Ravenclaw common room cleared for the quidditch after party. The song is a sultry disco beat that begs for close quarters and everyone on the dance floor is abiding to the groove, grinding and pulsing in ways that would make anyone sober and in the light of day blush.

“Er–I actually just sat down with Marlene—maybe later?” 

She nods over to Marlene who stares back at her in an expression of disbelief that edges into frustration. She ignores it. 

“Oh, yeah ok, brillant.” She watches as Sawyer’s eyes dip from her face all the way down her body, as though he is taking a mental scan. “I’ll check back in a bit. I’d really fancy some time with you this evening.”

She smiles in response because that seems like the polite thing to do and he disappears into the crowd. Joining a group of male quidditch players, Sawyer starts boasting about his potential dance, making many of the boys turn and look over with raised eyebrows. Embedded in the group, James’ eyes pierce through the crowd, watching her as he listens intently to Sawyer’s recount. 

“Uh, What the fuck?”

She feels a hand on her and Marlene yanks her away from James’ stare. Twisting her body so that both shoulders are being grasped in exasperation. 

“Sawyer Dawson, bloody Sawyer DAWSON, just asked you to essentially dry hump him on the dancefloor and you said no?--- are you completely nutter?”

Lily shrugs off her friend, taking a swig from her bottle. 

“Dunno–wasn’t feeling up for it. “

“Lily—I mean honestly.” 

“What? I didn’t turn him down.”

Marlene scoffs, eyes drifting over to the group of quidditch players who are now jeering and laughing amongst themselves. 

“I mean, have you heard what Lilas said about him when she had her go? Said it was downright filthy . Like, he has stamina for days. I can’t believe you just turned that down...”

“Again I didn’t turn him down.” Lily sighs.

“Yeah, sure—because we all know what “maybe” means from you.”

It means no and both Marlene and Lily know that. She looks back over at the boys and sees Sawyer now talking loud with one of his teammates, clearly getting tipsier by the second, high off his win earlier on the pitch. Her eyes scan the rest of the boy’s faces, all varying shades of height, weight, hair color, but missing one particular combination. 

“Alright Evans?”

Her head whips around. James stands behind the sofa, hand already tugging at the roots of his hair, his jaw tight. 

“Aren’t you in enemy territory Potter?” He forces a smile, but something rumbles under the surface of his features.

“Could say the same for yourself,” his eyes shift around. His shoulders seem more tense than usual, like he’s bracing for something. “Hey, could I have a word?”

Marlene gives a warning glance at Lily who moves to stand up. In other times it would be absolutely insane for her to go with him, but they had a rapport now. She knew she would probably still get grilled by Marlene the second she returned, but James waits patiently as she finishes her drink and begins to walk towards the exit. 

Out in the hall, his steps quicken and Lily struggles to keep up. Turning around one corner, 

he walks up to a tapestry depicting a rushing waterfall and swishes his hand over it like he would through a running tap. The fabric gleams and trickles apart, thread by thread, until they can pass through to a small cave-like alcove, the tapestry becoming whole again behind them. 

She lights her wand and sets it on a precarious curve of the cave and shadows dance around the walls as she watches James turn to face her, hands contracting at his sides.

“So, you and Sawyer?”

She hadn’t been imagining it before, he was tense. He looks at her with dark eyes, similar to the ones he gave back at the party.

“He asked me to dance and I told him maybe—”

“That’s not what he told me.”

She lifts an eyebrow, stepping towards him. The light of her wand tracing hard lines into his face. 

“He told me it was a sure thing. That he would place money on shagging you tonight.”

A claw of anger sears her throat. It must have been what the boys had been laughing about in the corner, why James had been staring at her so intently. A part of her wants to lash out, but she knows there are better uses of this energy with him all alone like this. 

“So what? He’s a tosser, but it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.”

She’s winding him up and she knows it, but there is something about watching him pout and fume that makes her feel unstoppable. It is a great power to be able to knock golden boy, quidditch captain James Potter off balance. She has to make her jabs when she can. 

“Evans–” he warns. Taking a step even closer. Standing so close, she tilts her head up to keep eye contact, her expression smug and cool despite her heart rate accelerating. 

“I mean why not,” she murmurs out, taunting him, “From what I hear he’s a great shag. I’ve heard first hand that he’s filthy.”

“And that’s what you want? Filthy?” He leans his face down, breath against her face.

It takes everything she can not to crack and fall to pieces right there, to fall to her knees and beg, but she needs this—needs to be the one with the upper hand for once.

“Why? You offering?”

She knows it’s the bait he can’t refuse. They tip their faces together at the same time, mouths open and melding together. They coil together, hands pulling at clothing, removing any and all barriers as fast as humanly possible. Tongues twist together, trying to drink the other down until there is nothing left to take. 

“Lily–” he whines into her mouth. She is on her tiptoes, threading one hand into his hair while the other is already pulling at his belt. He walks them backwards until her back hits the hard stone of the cave and he rucks up her thigh so that the bulge in his pants makes contact directly with her center. 

“What Potter? You jealous to hear that maybe another bloke could shag me as good as you?”

Again, she is saying it purely to rile him up, get a fire burning in his eyes that she has learned will only lead to one thing when they are both alone and willing like this. 

The hand that held her thigh against his hip moves to cup her ass while the other travels from her cheek downwards, etching a soft line from her lips down the sternum, dipping low until it ducks under the elastic of her panties. 

“Take it back.”

His finger travels over her pubic bone to right where her folds are slick like warm oil. He hovers his finger just above her center, and she tries to push her hips upward to make contact but his other hand moves quickly to press her firmly back into the wall, leaving her writhing for his touch. 

“Take it back or I walk away.” His eyes are wild, mouth slanted into a tight line, calling her bluff. 

She tries again to buck her hips forward, but he leans against her, his erection hard against her leg. A moan escapes her mouth, and he smiles in triumph. 

“What do you want, Evans?” His mouth is now against her ear, hovering just like his finger still at her center. The anticipation alone makes her want to sob. 

“Touch me, please.”

“ Fuck yes.” His fingers plunge into her quick and sudden, filling her all the way to his knuckle. He releases her hips and she snaps up wildly, working with his hand to pulse in and out of her. His charade of dominance melts at the feel of her warm middle, now completely melting into her. Hoisting her up against the wall, he leans forward to suck her pebbled tit through her shirt, running his tongue around the fabric.

She keeps a steady grind into his hand as he continues his motions, the noise of their work echoing in the cavernous space. 

“Lily—fuck—I could come just watching you ride my hand like this.”

From the feel of his erection against her leg, he is not exaggerating. She reaches a hand down, dipping under where she had loosened his belt to find his cock strained and weeping against the inside of his trousers. At the feel of her palm he lets out a low gasp, leaning into her shoulder as his face twists up in pleasure. 

Her hips become more jagged against the wet fingers sliding inside of her. Reaching down, she presses to her clit, knowing that her climax is now in short order. 

Lily come for me. Come on my hand, baby. I want to watch.”

He continues to mewl out demands as her breath becomes shallow. With one last curl of his fingers, the room spins and she feels all her nerves tumble apart. He holds her against his chest until she settles back down, hungry and clawing at his chest for more. 

“James—I want to feel you now.” Her hand rubs on his cock and he gasps against her pressure point, arms tightening. 

“How?”

“Hard and quick and filthy. ” 

His breath goes ragged. “Ok– ah fuck Lily.”

Suddenly he is out of her, needing both hands to pick her up and carry her down to the stone floor. She pulls her top over her head and his eyes immediately zero in on her erect tits, stopping what he is doing to dip down and take one into his mouth again, now unguarded by fabric. 

“Ever since last time I can’t stop thinking about you—about your lovely tits, about how good–how perfect you feel.”

He removes his mouth from her chest and lifts a thigh up to his shoulder while his other hand spreads her other leg out wide. He’s kneeling on the ground, using his strength to suspend her arse in the air to line up directly with his cock. Lily pulls up onto her forearms, folding herself like a book to watch as his tip starts to stretch into her. Everytime he always seems too big for her and every time he proves her wrong, being just the perfect size to fill her completely. 

He pushes himself in until both of their pelvic bones are flush against each other and the final snap of his hips makes Lily wail, still getting used to just how deep he is able to go. 

“You still want it rough?” 

Her eyes are hyper fixated on their connection.

“Yes–use me.”

His vigor pitches her backwards against the floor, his pulse relentless as he snaps his hips into her. Holding her thigh against his chest, he looks down at her with a slack expression, completely overtaken by the baser need for pleasure. She holds onto his arms, feeling as his muscles contract from the effort of holding himself above her. 

The sound of their bodies meeting is so carnal, she almost wants to blush hearing it. He leans down and drags his tongue against her neck, stopping to nip against skin.

He moans out her name in strings and syllables, his whimpering tone not matching the carnal press of his hips. His head leans against her now, losing control of himself as he edges towards release. 

“Lily–I’m so sorry I can’t–”

His words go slack as she feels him shake above her, spilling into her with her name still on his breath. 

In the aftermath they lay close together on the ground, using each other for warmth against the cold stone floor. Pressing kisses into her hair and cheek, she strokes lines into his chest, happy to find herself full of him again. 

“You are so lovely. I don’t know what I did to deserve you—I feel like I won this evening and I didn’t even play.”

Lily smirks against his side, giving his chest a playful pinch. 

“Do you always need to make things a competition?” 

James rolls over back on top of her, hands pressed around her head. He lowers himself so their lips graze, taking her bottom lip between his. She can feel him getting hard again, and she gives an experimental buck upwards, eliciting a moan from his mouth. 

“If you are the prize—then yes. Every time.”

[secretpostsposts]

¡Heya! No sé si la pregunta fue borrada. Pero no importa. ¿Te enteraste de ese nuevo Au de zombie pop! Branch? En el cual está siendo controlado por la cuerda del pop (por el rey Peppy) para hacerlo ser como el resto de la tribu, haciéndolo incapaz de sentir otra cosa que no sea felicidad forzada y sonrisas falsas con ojos brillantes rosados.

Quiero ver la reacción de los Obsessive! BroZone ante ese Branch, porque siento que va a necesitar muchos abrazos y terapia cuando salga del control de la cuerda.

Yes I have seen it, and I like it, although it makes me feel terrified and a bad taste in my stomach because of it, yes I write about possessive and obsessive characters, but the idea of losing almost part of your mind terrifies me; I still like that AU.

and it depends a lot, for example if John Dory arrived while Branch was giving a concert, he would be happy and excited to see what his little brother had accomplished, but then, when he realized what Branch looked like, you know, his hair color. skin and those glowing heart glasses, John would know something was wrong, he raised his brother, he memorized every corner of his face, his eyes, his hair color, everything, even with the years gone he would never forget what Branch really looked like. or its true colors, so after the show you will see it.

Branch is ecstatic, hugs and talks animatedly with John, but John sees Branch's hands trembling as his voice stutters and takes off his glasses and sees his eyes; John Dory is furious, Branch is all happy and downplaying everything, downplaying it, John wants to kill whoever, and then King Peppy comes in.

and John loses it; He shouts, insults and even hits the king, he takes Branch who was in shock, but even with a smile, he is crying but keeps smiling and John feels sick because of it, his sweet little brother is not capable of crying or feeling anything outside of sick and forced happiness; He ignores Peppy, he only heard that Branch was gray and he hit him again and took Branch to Rhonda, ignoring his brother's supposed friends, squeezing Branch's hand when he tries to go with them or return to Peppy when the King tells him. calls.

John Dory is sure that maybe he broke Branch's hand a little from the squeeze, but Branch just laughed at it; That only makes John feel sicker, he can only watch his brother act like that until it wears off, who knows, maybe he can help his brother after all this big trauma, have him with him again, like he was supposed to. what it should be

never leave it again.

That would be during the first movie, already in the last one, it would be almost the same as the movie except that when Branch yells at them, he will say about the scare of Pop zombie and being gray and they already know how to have a breakdown because of it, at the end of the whole adventure , the brothers want to kill Peppy and take their brother to a therapist, they would still be possessive, but at this point they are more concerned about Branch's mental state; He is in a relationship with a girl who doesn't even really know him and to top it off, SHE IS PEPPY'S DAUGHTER.

Clay is a little upset with Viva because she said Peppy meant well, Clay is giving her the silent treatment for that comment.

and the brothers try to get Branch to break up with Poppy at least until he finishes therapy (and if they never come back, good bonus point for the brothers)

[mademoiselle-cookie]

on a rating of 1-10 how would you rate mtp volume 7

Honestly, I don't know. My expectations from this manga already plummeted so I don't have a reference abt how I would note them. Like, it's supposed to be a manga about Moriarty, most famous enemy of Sherlock Holmes, most famous detective in the world. So it's supposed to be smart, you should expect it to be smart. And it's not.

So maybe a 3?

We had twice a supposedly brillant plan being stupid if you think abt it for more than two seconds, hypocrisy, William and his friends being artificially ridiculously OP and cool, all the non-Moriarty and co characters being incredibly stupid

But above all, the author's sexism and his treatment of the sex workers. I'll talk more abt this in my next review but it's not possible anymore. Women only exist as object, and mostly to be tortured and badly treated. There's no talk abt how being a woman is hard, especially at this time, and you barely hear them at all (with the only exception being Irene, and she became a man *facepalm*)

The only really positive thing I have to say abt this volume is this:

Yes, Watson is bit unhinged too

[streets-in-paradise]

Work of Love - Sam Gamgee x (Fem) Hobbit!Reader

Lord of the Rings Oneshot

For @barclaysangel

Warnings: None, this is just fluff.

Summary: In an attempt to confess your feelings for him, you gift Sam the first finished proyect of your newest learned craft.

Note: Short cute piece written in a rush of inspiration in one sit directly inspired by a conversation with my friend. Also, i remembered crochet is Middle Earth accurate because the first Hobbit film said so lol

Learning all the uses a hobbit lass of good family could need wasn't an exahusting task, but your mother wasn't always a patient teacher. Her fast knitting could be hard to follow and that made lessons turn out a little boring. She was brillant at her craft and admiring her beautifull pieces tended to make you feel frustrated with your own slow progress. Noticing and understanding your feelings, at some point she switched tecniques and help you try some crochet points. There was a considerable improvement in your confidence with the needle, but to her the problem was somewhere else.

Distractions, your head was always on some cloud and she could tell you would rather be at Bag End hearing the ramblings of crazy old Bilbo Baggins than focusing on your lesson. Ever since you started frequenting his nephew through persistent invites on his part you were acting different. Some would imagine that the tales had gone to your head, but she suspected of something else.

A crush, perhaps in the lad whose fate was inheriting the great riches of Mr Baggins. After all, Frodo was a polite and good looking young hobbit that seemed to have gained great interest in you lately considering the frecuency of his invitations. Clues on her perspective made it a logical assumption to make, but it was far from the truth.Despite Frodo was always pleased with your company, he didn't want it merely for himself. One way or another, you would always end up involved with his gardener. At first, producing encounters through his iniciative, but very soon on your own liking.

Sam was lovely, of delightfull manners and handsome looks. Ignoring the way his face would transform whenever you were near was impossible and it even earned you both some subtle teasing from Bilbo himself. The lad had the tendency of respectfully shying away from crossing glances and you could swear you saw him blush to an innocently delivered compliment you once gave him. The way in which Frodo, his best friend, would always insist on finding new settlings for you to spend time together was suspicious enough for you to consider an implicit motivation.

Tenderness have won you over despite Sam never did any autentical attempts of pursuing you, but you were considering he could be crushing on you as you were already on him. His attitude during the great birthday party of Bilbo seemed to confirm your suspects. Long before the generous party host dissapeared in front of everyone, when many hobbits were still dancing and you were among them, Sam was sitting at the table showing his back to the crew. Despite you attempted smiling from afar, he wasn't approaching, yet right after you danced with Frodo he practically threw his friend in your direction with complicit laughing.

Guided by her teasings on wrong assumptions, and hoping to help you concentrate, your mother ended up suggesting you to show affection towards your crush giving him the first finished work you could accomplish. Motivation worked wonders as you secretly imagined the reaction of Sam to the atentive gesture. For said reason, you picked the project with care. It had to be something easy that could provide him a sort of use. A piece he wouldn't mistake for a simple mathom meant to circulate through the Shire, but a simple show of your intense affection towards him.

The outcome was reflection of work made with love: a circular doily with neat patterns you were quite proud of. Knowing he would be occupied with the matters of his inheritance, you didn't wait untill Frodo would invite you to his home under some circunstantial excuse. You didn't want that either, since you didn't want to feed the hopes of your mother thinking you were going to charm the heir and new owner of Bag End. Instead, you pretended to pass by cassually and stopping on your way to somewhere else, peeking at the garden with the hope of finding Sam.

It was a beautifull morning, the sun was shinning bright and you didn't expected your crush would be hidding from you while trimming the verge ... or at least pretending to do so.

" Good morning, Sam! " You saluted after approaching untill being right behind him. " Are you alright? "

He turned back nervously, refusing to engage in eye contact while attempting to respond.

" Miss (y/n)! It's great to see you, ... If you excuse me I will go to the house and tell Mr Frodo of your presence. "

You couldn't help chuclking a bit, aware of his confussion.

" You don't have to, I came to see you. "

The clarification made him even more nervous, but in a different way. It was as if an incredible surprise would have left him incapable of coherent responses.

" Me? Why would I be given such honor? "

More sweet confussion in his eyes, and you wished you could have kissed him.

" Because I'm passing by to give you a present. "

He abandoned his working tool fearing he may have dropped it otherwise.

" I was not aware of being held in such high regard by you."

You started twirling a strand of hair with your index finger.

" Of course you are! You are my favorite part of visiting Bag End! Not like I don't appreciate the friendship of Frodo, but I like you the most. "

He couldn't get himself to believe your words.

" Me, miss? " He repeated, as if he tried to convince himself out loud. " How can I be ..., when there are other aspects from this home that are trully wonderfull? "

" I think you are wonderfull, Sam. " You sweetly confessed, then revealed your gift. " And I wanted to show you my affection with this. "

As you handled it to him your eyes meet and he didn't back away from your smile.

" It's self made, the first good result of my lessons."

Sam accepted it as if it would be the most precious thing in the whole Shire.

" I'll treasure it, have no doubt..."

He interrumpted himself, getting nervous all over again once he realized he had nothing close that he could give you in return.

" I'm afraid I have no inmediate means to retribute you, since your kindness has taken me by surprise I couldn't think of anything and it would be extremely rude to offer you flowers from Mr Frodo's garden without his consent to cut some ... "

Before he could keep overworrying, you made your intentions clear by cutting him off with a kiss on the cheek.

" I like you, knowing if you like me back is all the retribution I need."

Your call for honesty was answered with a confession he delivered without thinking.

" You are the most beautifull girl I have ever seen."