#my only reason for doing this still is so i can go home

[beauty-funny-trippy]

Reasons why we know there's something wrong with Grandpa:

• believes immigrants are eating their neighbors pets because he heard someone say it on TV (without any evidence) • thinks injecting disinfectant into our veins might be a good idea. (It's definitely not, don't try it.) • claims America's F35 fighter jet is completely invisible, even if you're right next to it (like Wonder Woman's plane)

• praises white supremacists and KKK members who were chanting antisemitic hate speech, calling them "very fine people" • focuses on imaginary issues like preventing children from changing gender while at school, but ignores real problems like school shootings • thought it was a good idea to give away our desperately needed Covid test machines to our adversary ("Grandpa, what have you done?" — he can't be left alone for a minute) • decided to believe Putin's lies, but dismiss findings from America's intelligence agencies • claims America had airplanes during the Revolutionary War

• believes in the Nazi ideology that immigrants are "poisoning the blood of our country," and says some migrants are actually subhuman "animals" • insisted that the U.S. would have fewer coronavirus cases if it conducted less testing (yes, a U.S. president in charge of controlling the crisis, actually said something this inept, repeatedly) • due to his incompetence and lies during the Covid crisis, the U.S. had one of the highest rates of Covid deaths in the world • thinks windmills cause cancer and kill whales • speaks endlessly about his concerns re: dying by electrocution from a boat battery or being eaten by a shark

• thinks he's above the law and, as president, should be able to commit as many crimes as he wants • is a billionaire who whines about how badly he's been treated, then he's chauffeured to his private jet • likes to discuss Arnold Palmer's penis • after NINE years of repeatedly promising to unveil his Healthcare Plan "very soon," he admits he still has no real plan —only "concepts of a plan" • has a bizarre attraction to the fictional cannibal and serial killer, Hannibal Lector (why? no one knows —and everyone's afraid to ask)

• advocates dangerous plots, like using the military against Americans who disagree with him, or using the DOJ to arrest them, or just telling people to "beat the crap out of them" and he'll pay their legal fees • thinks having a national day of violence is a good idea (we should never have let Grandpa watch "The Purge") • wants to be the "law and order president," yet this 34 time convicted felon incites people to riot and to commit criminal acts of violence • unable to take the loss of an election like a man, he had a temper tantrum like a toddler, that culminated in a treasonous insurrection

⠀This guy is so delusional, he claims he's a genius because he often speaks incoherently in something he calls "the Weave." Here are two examples: • "How disgusted were all when we see all of us are when we see three days ago when we viewed their parade." Asheboro, NC, 8/21/24 • When asked, "What specific legislation will you commit to, to make child care affordable?" He responded, “Well, I would do that, and we’re sitting down, you know; I was, somebody, we had Senator Marco Rubio and my daughter, Ivanka, who was so impactful on that issue. ...But I think when you talk about the kind of numbers that I’m talking about that because the childcare is childcare, couldn’t, you know, there’s something you have to have it, in this country you have to have it.” New York, NY, 9/5/24 ⠀If this was anybody else's Grandpa, the family would be having discussions about who's going to go with Grandpa to the doctor to find out what's wrong with him, and who's going to be in charge of finding him a nice convalescent home to live in. ⠀My suggestion is that it might be a good idea to elect a president who has no cognitive impairment and can tell the difference between reality and delusions. Personally, I think that's a rather important quality in a president.

[azrielbrainrot]

Baby, You Know That I Miss You

Pairing: Band Member!Azriel x F!Reader

Kinktober 2024: Phone Sex, Guided Masturbation

Description: You miss your boyfriend terribly when you go visit your parents during break. Luckily, he's more than willing to help.

Warnings: Smut, phone sex, guided masturbation, dirty talk

Word Count: ~2k

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Notes: This story is part of my Band AU as well as Kinktober, but you don't have to read their other stories to enjoy this one since it's basically all smut! Also I'm not too sure if this is all that good but we move. Hope you enjoy!

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“I didn't know I was going to be so busy all day,” you say with a sigh, happy that you finally get to relax in the comfort of your own bed, “but at least I get to listen to your voice.”

You were a bit sad that you missed a performance, it was the first one you didn't attend since you became official, but because of it your schedules ended up aligning perfectly and you got to talk to him for a while before going to sleep, when you texted him this morning you thought you wouldn't be able to.

Coming home for break, after what happened the last time you were here had been a bit nerve wracking. You didn't know if you would have to run into Eleanor or Parker, and you didn't know how you would react if you did. Luckily, you hadn't seen them, and you found that when your mother mentioned them you didn't really feel anything besides some mild resentment at the way you were treated, all the anger and sadness that just their names evoked a couple months ago had mostly subsided.

If you were being completely honest, forgetting about your childhood best friend had been a lot easier than you thought possible. You were sure the fact that she hurt you so badly that there wouldn't be any possible way to salvage your relationship helped, since it made forgetting her truly the only option, but most of all you had to thank Azriel and your friends, old and new, for it.

The hardest part of being home for these last two weeks ended up being away from Azriel. Yours is still a relatively new relationship, although sometimes it felt like you had known him your entire life, and so it was hard to not be able to see him for so long when you were spending almost all of your free time together. You missed sleeping in his arms, missed watching him and the boys practice, missed the dates at the small café by his apartment you'd found together, the way he held your hand when you went on walks and, Gods, you missed his touch.

“Want me to tell you a story?”

“Anything is fine as long as it's coming from you,” you admit, his deep whispered voice enough to send a gentle warmth traveling through your veins. Azriel hums, something obviously on his mind. “What?”

“You always liked the sound of my voice,” he muses, letting the words flow from his lips slowly but confidently, knowing it would get a reaction out of you and prove his point.

“Well, yes but that's normal.” You try to keep an indifferent tone, but you know he can easily hear through it. “You're a singer for a reason.”

“We both know it's not just that,” he murmurs, and you can almost hear the smirk growing on his lips, can picture the confident yet alluringly attractive look that always falls over his face when he knows he's affecting you, one that unfortunately only makes it worse. You find yourself squeezing your thighs together, wishing he was right next to you instead of in a different city, so you could kiss that smirk off his lips and let him show you all the different ways he can affect you.

“Don't do that,” you breathe out, almost pleadingly, every hint of sleepiness escaping your body.

“Do what, princess?”

“That,” you say a bit too loudly, calming down and lowering your voice when you add, “not when I'm three hours away.”

Azriel sighs, a heavy sound coming from deep in his chest, needing to feel your hands on him as much as you do. If you were in your apartment instead of at your parent's house, you might have gotten out of bed and made your way to his house with how needy you were starting to feel.

“It's a shame that I can't sit you on my lap right now and whisper every dirty little thing I want to do in your ear.” Truly a shame, you think as you press your legs together. “But we can try something else.”

“Try what?”

“Just want you to do as I say,” he explains, desire dripping on every word. You bite your lip, his intentions now crystal clear in your mind. This wasn't something you had ever done or even considered, but you feel a shiver of excitement run down your spine at just the thought. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, heart beating wildly behind your ribcage as you hear the rustle of sheets through the speaker.

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

You let out a soft chuckle before answering unashamedly, “Yes.” You had taken to stealing some of his shirts to sleep or wear around your house before you even started dating, though stealing was probably the wrong choice of words seeing as he either let you or even gave you some of them himself. His shirts were not only comfortable but they also smelled like him so they quickly replaced your own old shirts you used to wear to sleep before.

Azriel lets out a hum, one that sounds more like a moan, probably lost in the thought of you touching yourself while wearing his shirt before he gathers himself and starts, “Want you to run your hand over your stomach, feel how warm and soft your skin is.” Your hands follow his commands easily, mimicking the way he caresses your skin instinctively, desire growing within you with every brush of your fingers.

“Now push your panties to the side,” he continued, voice getting deeper as he spoke through a clenched jaw, his own hand likely occupied as well, “tell me what you find.”

You knew what you'd find even before your hand traveled down to do as he said, a sigh escaping you all the same when your fingers dive between your folds, feeling just how soaked you were, a string connecting them to your cunt when you pull away.

“Are you wet for me?” The pleasure was obvious in his voice, and you had no doubt in your mind that he was stroking his cock as he spoke, the thought making your cunt clench around nothing.

“Yes,” you breathe out, nodding along even though he can't see you, swirling your fingers around and making a mess of yourself, careful to avoid your clit and entrance no matter how bad you need to take some of the edge off, waiting for him.

“Good,” he moans out, “Fuck, you're so good to me.”

If you closed your eyes, you could picture him laying on his bed, sheets thrown off his body and underwear long since discarded to the side, hand stroking his thick cock slowly, moving up and down as he also imagined what you looked like as you followed his orders, and wished it was your hand instead of his own.

“Now take your panties off,” he says after a moment, waiting patiently as he hears you shimmy them off your legs, sighing as you spread your thighs and bend your knee before letting him know he could continue. “Take two of your fingers into your mouth.”

“Azriel-”

“Need you to get them nice and wet for me.”

A whimper escapes you as memories of him saying these exact words rush into your mind. He loved seeing your mouth stuffed with his fingers, your tongue swirling around them as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. You almost tell him you didn't need to get them any wetter, your cunt was quite literally dripping, but you do as he says anyway, tasting yourself on your own fingers, pretending they were his instead, making a show of sucking on them and pulling them out with a pop just so you could hear the groan he lets out, a tremble running through your body at the delicious sound.

“Done?”

“Yeah,” you muse, entirely too proud of yourself for managing to get under his skin so easily.

“Alright,” he rasps, “Now roll them around your clit slowly, pretend they're mine.” You can't help the whimper of his name, your fingers circling your clit just like he said, closing your eyes and pretending it was his rough fingers instead of yours.

“Good girl,” he chuckles, “don't even gotta tell you to moan my name.”

“I need to be quiet though,” you remind him, remind yourself. If it was simply your roommate in the room down the hall it would only be a bit embarrassing, but it's your parents instead and them hearing you would be nothing short of mortifying.

“Such a shame,” he muses, the smirk almost audible on his voice. “You always sound so pretty for me, saying my name in that sweet breathy, fucked out voice of yours.”

“Azriel,” you whine, putting more pressure behind your fingers, - you really didn't think you needed much more to cum, especially if he kept whispering in your ear like that, - breathy, quiet moans pushing past your lips despite your warning.

“Like that,” he lets out between pants, fist tightening around his cock as well, “Just like that.”

“Keep talking, Az,” you murmur, your heart stuttering in your chest with every harsh breath you hear through the speaker, wanting to hear it in his voice. “You sound pretty too.”

Azriel only hums, staying quiet for a moment longer before letting out a groan. You hear his head knock softly against his headboard as he leans back, and briefly wonder if he could hear the sinful noises your cunt was making every time your fingers moved.

“Fuck, princess. You have no idea how much I wish I could taste you right now.” You did actually, you were burning with the same need. “Wanna bury my face in that sweet pussy of yours, make you cum on my tongue over and over again until you're all I can taste.”

The moan that pushes past your lips is entirely too loud for the quietness in your house, but you can't help it as the picture he paints assaults your mind. You're reminded of the feeling of his tongue against you, lapping up at your cunt until you're shaking with pleasure under him. Gods, you couldn't wait until you saw him again next weekend.

“Wanna taste you too,” you confess, speeding up your movements, mouth watering at the thought.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Think I could cum just thinking about you choking on my cock, trying to take all of me down that tight throat of yours.” Closing your eyes and biting your lip, you do your best to keep as quiet as you can, his filthy words sinking into your bloodstream. It felt like you were on fire even though you had long since kicked your sheets off your body, - you didn't think it was possible to be this turned on alone in your room.

“Fuck,” he chuckles, a ridiculously attractive sound, “I think I might.”

“Azriel, I'm-”

“Close?”

“So close,” you pant, right on the edge, your hand moving incessantly, goosebumps running through your skin.

“I'm right there with you,” he murmurs, “Cum for me, princess. Let me hear you.”

You let yourself fall as soon as he finishes speaking, mouth falling open in a silent scream as you're hit with wave after wave of pleasure, a few whines of his name pushing past your lips despite your efforts to keep quiet, the praises he lets out going straight to your head.

Azriel cums not soon after, his own pants and muffled moans of your name echoing through the speaker as you're coming down, making you feel all tingly knowing he just came as hard as you did without you ever touching him, and still your name was on his lips. It's unfair the way this man makes you feel, even when he's so far away from you.

“I decided I'm going to lock us in your room when I get back,” you speak up after you take a deep breath, only half joking.

“Is that so?”

“Mhm,” you continue, wiping your hand on your discarded panties, cringing softly at the feeling, knowing you have to get up and clean yourself up properly. “You're mine for the entire weekend.”

“You can lock us in for as long as you like,” he murmurs, “I'm all yours.”

[tapwater-made-everyone-gay]

!!!SPOILERS FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN’T LISTENED TO THE VENGEANCE SAGA OF EPIC THE MUSICAL!!!

I find it really interesting that people are so upset about the Poseidon loss, using “it’s weird that a mortal beat a god” when the whole thing with gods in Greek mythology is that they’re parallels to humans. That’s why they have emotions, human anatomy, feel pain, and bleed (even if it is ichor that comes out). There are multiple cases of gods being beaten by humans, primarily demigods, but still humans—MORTALS. What makes them so powerful is their domain. Take that away? They’re practically powerless.

Poseidon is shown to be arrogant, claiming that the only reason he’s still hunting Odysseus (DESPITE killing his men, teaching his lesson, and even likely knowing about the brutal siren deaths) is because “the top dog can’t be seen letting his prey go. How else can I send the message that I’m a big dog? It’ll ruin my reputation!” He’s a cocky bastard, playing with his prey, telling Odysseus to get in the water because it’s more entertaining to him than just getting his revenge and killing him then and there. He talks like he’s never felt pain in his life and doesn’t think he ever will because “the top dog is untouchable”.

But he forgets that he needs his domain, needs his range to keep himself from losing. When Odysseus pulls the same trick with the wind bag (which he should’ve seen coming), he isn’t ready, because he’s never had to fight that fight. Odysseus has, and he has the anger to push himself farther. The god gets downed (which has happened many times with many gods as discussed earlier), and he still acts cocky. Odysseus opened the bag. He can’t leave. But that knowledge—knowledge that he’s stuck here and will eventually die anyway—allows Odysseus to make his decision. He can hurt Poseidon for as long as he’s capable of, make him suffer just as much because, hey, he’s going to die anyway, right?

Now, Poseidon has an out. He can get rid of the storm before Odysseus even lays a hand on him, let him go home, and flood Ithaca like planned. But he doesn’t, because he’s so in his own head that he doesn’t realize the position he’s in. And then Odysseus makes the first stab, and then the other. It hurts, even more because, like I said, Poseidon has probably never felt this pain before. And Odysseus doesn’t plan on stopping, not until Poseidon calls off the storm. He’ll go until his arms stop working, and if Poseidon hadn’t given in, he probably would’ve.

Poseidon can’t stop him either because the wounds are made before the others can heal. Does this punishment seem familiar? It should, because it’s the exact same one given to Prometheus by Zeus. Truthfully, it’s a punishment made for a god.

I should probably stop here because this has gone on way too long, but I do understand why some people might think it’s weird. We’re raised to believe that any god is untouchable, that they’re all-powerful and incapable of harm, especially at human hands. But that’s not Greek mythology. Gods aren’t capable of death, but they are capable of suffering, and a lot of them do. Just because the one suffering this time is one of the “big three” doesn’t mean it’s unrealistic.

Epic’s message isn’t the same as the original, and it never has been. It’s about what you’re willing to sacrifice, how far you’re willing to go for your own gain, and what the repercussions are when you do. Poseidon really kick started that message hard, and I think it’s poetic that it ends with him facing the outcome of that message himself.

Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves, but it’s not the same being on the receiving end, is it?

[woso-dreamzzz]

Munchkin's Halloween

Beth Mead x Vivianne Miedema x Child!Reader

Summary: The ninth of my Halloween-centric fics

"Oh, wow," Viv coos," Look at-"

"No!" You snap quickly," Mama, no!"

"No?"

"Eyes closed!" You order," Not finished!"

Viv laughs, playing along and covering her eyes with your hands.

It had been a surprise for her to come down for the rest of the week but the surprise had worn off at some point during dinner last night when you told Viv she smelt weird and needed to get in the shower after the hours she spent driving down in the car.

You and Beth spent a lot of time at training with Arsenal, up and out of the house for club Halloween before Viv had even woken up this morning.

That's part of the reason why Viv is playing along right now.

Your Halloween costume has remained a mystery to her with the move up to Manchester. Your life is based in London, at least most of the time.

There's already childcare sorted out down here and while you like coming to City training to hang out with the girls, at Arsenal you've got Laura and Lotte and everyone else who you've known since coming home.

London is home and Viv gets that.

It just means she hears more than she sees when it comes to you during the season.

Including what your Halloween costume is.

She's already got a bit of an idea, from Beth not being able to keep a secret and the glimpse she just got before you insisted she close her eyes.

"Myle!" Viv hears you call. "Myle, here! In! In, Myle!"

She smothers her laughter as the yapping of Myle while you scold her.

"Can I open my eyes now, Munchkin?"

"Hmmm," You hum," Eyes closed, Mama. Mummy! Mummy! Muuuummy!"

Viv keeps her hands over her eyes as the soft footsteps of Beth pad over from the kitchen.

"Yes?"

"Myle not get in the basket."

Beth laughs a little and there's a bit of a rustle before you finally speak again.

"Kay, Mama! Eyes open!"

Viv's heart swells as she looks at you, all dressed up like Dorothy with Myle in a basket like Toto the dog.

"Look at you," Viv coos," Give me a little twirl!"

"That's what Auntie Lolo say!" You say, delighted as you twirl around," And Auntie Laura say I look good!"

"Well they were right." Viv kneels down in front of you, pulling at your dress and petting Myle's head. "You look so good."

"Mummy-Mummy say that I'm from Wiz' o' Oz."

"Wizard of Oz, that's right," Viv says," You're Munchkin like the munchkins and Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz."

"Everyone was very impressed with her costume," Beth says, coming back into the living room with some snacks and a little bucket with an even smaller pumpkin face on it.

"Ky-Ky gave lots o' sweeties!" You say, rummaging in your little bucket before dumping it all out onto Viv's lap," Yay! Sweeties! Yay!"

Beth very gently takes one of your wildly grabbing hands before you can snatch one of the Haribo packets.

"Only a few, Munchkin. Remember? We share."

"Share!" You repeat," I share!"

With your free hand, you grab a still wrapped piece of taffy and try to shove it into Viv's mouth.

"We share!" You say to Beth, head bobbing up and down just as Myle escapes from the basket, bounding over to sit in your lap. "Myle! We share!"

Viv grabs your second free hand quickly. "How about we don't feed Myle human sweets? We can give her puppy treats."

"Okay! Puppy treats! Puppy treats, Myle!"

You hurry up quickly, nearly tripping over your Dorothy dress on your way to the kitchen.

"I'll go and help her," Beth says with a sigh," Before she tries to climb the counters again. Can you pull up the movies? I've got a few of them lined up."

"We're letting her watch Halloween movies?" Viv says doubtfully, face twisted in disbelief.

"Kid's movies," Beth corrects," Nothing too scary. I checked. Do you know we've never shown her the Wizard of Oz? I thought we could start there."

"Good idea," Viv says," But I feel like the witch could scare her a bit."

Beth grins, flexing her arms jokingly. "You see these guns? I can protect her."

Viv rolls her eyes. "Go and use those guns to help our kid before she tries to break into the chocolate cupboard again. Then we'll see which one of us she wants to protect her from the scary witch."

[808airsoftbros]

How Le Sserafim Gets You Off From Your Games/Matches

Author: Since the last one did pretty decently enough here is the second part of the series but for disclaimer reasons, this will only contain 18+ members only. If you want to see more of my stuff check out the Masterlist

Kim Chaewon

Miss Chaewon here isn't the type that doesn't like when your attention is focused elsewhere especially if it's not on her

But what she wants she will do anything to get it no matter what kind of tricks she has to pull but Chaewon knows every button to push to make you head over heels for her

"Hm... Baby, why don't you get off your pc and play with me instead~?" She whispered suggestively.

Yet to no surprise, you still kept your focus which made me Chaewon chuckle in amusement knowing that wouldn't last for long for the things she had planned

Suddenly, Chaewon decided to strip naked and laid on your desk, displaying her body in full glory and began playing with herself in front of you and moaning loudly as possible and sometimes in your ear

"Mmm~! Come on, deary, don't you want to stick that big fat cock of yours inside of me~? Because I sure do~," She whispered and you gave in turning off your pc before getting all rough and passionate in bed

Miyawaki Sakura

Though Sakura was a gamer herself and often times plays Minecraft and League of Legends matches with you, there are occasions when Sakura just wants your full attention

Not only does she want your attention but most importantly tend to her needy desires for you

"Come on, baby~! It's been weeks since we've last done it and I want you to fuck me~!" She begged to give you an innocent look despite her request being the exact opposite

Of course, you said only one more match and then you two could do it but Sakura was out of patience with you

However, she does have her ideas especially since she sometimes caught you looking at anime female characters you sometimes play

Sakura Would go into her closet that was filled with anime cosplay outfits and some were quite provocative which is exactly what she needed. When she came wearing a maid outfit that revealed much of her delicious curves you cannot help but stare

"What's the matter sweety~? Cat got your tongue~?" Sakura purred with delight knowing the effect she had on you

Huh Yunjin

Oh our dear Jennifer Huh is a special one... Yunjin is known for her goofy and funny personality in the Kpop industry but also for her beautiful tall and slim body

Yunjin knows this well and you lost count of how many times she used this to catch your attention and this made nights full of moans of your name from her mouth

One night, Yunjin was out later than usual, you got bored and decided to hop on a few missions on Helldivers to pass the time

But what you didn't notice is that Yunjin came home and when she walked into your room, she sighed almost annoyed as she made a rule about no pc time when she was around

"Baby~. You know the rules, get off the game~," Yunjin spoke in a stern yet motherly tone but you didn't hear her from your headphones making her playfully roll her eyes

"Alright, you wanna play hardball? Then let's play~," Yunjin declared before getting under your desk and when you felt something tugging on your shorts you saw Yunjin pulling your shorts and underwear revealing your cock

With Yunjin now sucking you off it was harder to concentrate as you tried to suppress your moans from Yunjin's skilled mouth, you gave in to your frustrations and desires

"Looks like I got your full attention~. Now come with mommy to bed so we can some real fun~," Yunjin smirked victoriously.

Nakamura Kazuha

The former ballerina princess is quite the clingy and needy one, despite her elegant and beautiful demeanor she has a naughty side that only you know

When Kazuha arrived home from dance practice, all she wanted to do was to have your cock inside of her but she was annoyed when she found you playing on your PlayStation 5

Determined, to get you off, Kazuha went up to you and straddled onto your lap.

"Hey, baby... You tired?" You asked while you played Spiderman and she hummed.

"Not yet... I still want you~," She whispered into your ears sending shivers down your spine and Kazuha knew well she had a massive effect on you

Before long Kazuha tanks off her tank top and unclipped your draw letting it fall on the floor revealing her perky boobs which made it even harder for you to concentrate

"Come on, baby~. Don't you want to suck on these babies~? I know you do, so why don't you get off the game and play with me instead~?" She whispered into your ear tempting you to give in to your desires

[superhoeva]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘: 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓

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⬩ pairing(s) gomez inspired!simon "ghost" riley x morticia inspired!fem!reader

⬩ warning(s) language, spiders, devoted husband!simon (seriously, he's absolutely obsessed with you!), pregnancy (mention), dad!simon, mom!reader

⬩ author's note spooky season might be over but it's always halloween at the riley house! saw an addams family gif a little while ago and had to go back and watch the sitcom version from '64. i ended up not being able to stop imagining simon in a relationship like gomez and morticia's–passionate and completely devoted to each other and their family! i hope you enjoy this as much as i did writing it, as there is much more of the riley family to come! (lovely divider is by @wethairjoel)

⬩ word count 1.4k

You’re uncomfortable here. Simon can feel it without even having to look at you.

The lights are too bright in the headmaster’s office, as are all the colors decorating the walls around you. No wonder his little Raven comes home with a frown that reminds him of yours and stories that make the entire house groan.

It’s when you shift for the second time, sniffing and rolling your stiff shoulders, that Simon places a warm palm on the back of your neck. The man watches you carefully as you all but melt into the touch, sinking against his hand with a soft sigh. It takes you a moment but you finally turn your head to meet his eyes, a silent thank you oozing from them in the quiet. His response–a squeeze of his hand–works well to settle you.

“Just a little longer, my darling,” your husband murmurs softly, not having to lean very far in his chair to plant a lingering kiss on the shell of your ear. He takes in a long inhale, the smell of you somewhat calming his frayed nerves. He breathes you in once more before kissing you again, this time on your jaw. “Then we’ll pick up our girl and leave this fuckin' hell they call a school.”

Simon’s lips drag nicely against you as he speaks. Slipping against you with light pecks, and staying there so long that it glides your hand into his grasp without you even noticing.

“I wonder what she’s done now. Hopefully something only a little unfortunate…” you sigh out, Simon laughing shortly against you as his mind fills with all the possible troubles his firstborn can cause. She takes after both you and Simon, he finds. Wickedly smart, fearless, and holds just enough disdain to make it the rest of the world’s problem.

Oh, your little Raven. Named after the blackbird that landed on the window seal the foggy morning you found out you were pregnant nearly seven years ago.

Neither of you bother to look when the door creaks open behind you, as Headmaster Archer is no one to be impressed by. A microscopic grin, however, cracks your lips when you hear his steps hesitate at the sight of you and your husband settled in front of his desk. It’s gone quicker than it came when you remind yourself where you are; in a little man’s stupid office for a reason you already know you’ll despise.

The footsteps resume after a quiet sigh, Headmaster Archer plastering an obviously fake smile as his greeting. He has to ease down in his chair, still not used to how harsh the pitch-black hue of your and Simon’s clothing clashes with the rest of the school.

“Mr. and Mrs. Riley… always a pleasure.”

“I wish we could say the same,” Simon rumbles back with an unimpressed look, the index finger of his free hand absentmindedly drawing swirls on the back of your hand. “Can we get on with it? ‘Ve got places to be.”

“Don’t we all,” Principle Archer chuckles rather nervously. The smile on his face drops into something uneasy at the displeased expressions on your and Simon’s faces. He gathers himself with a pathetic clearing of his throat and straightening of some blank, unimportant papers. He doesn’t even attempt to look at you, knowing that his bones will shake hard enough to shatter if he were to do such a thing. Instead, the headmaster settles for a few meek glances in Simon’s direction. “Alright. Well, I’ll try to make this as simple as possible; there was an… incident that occurred in Raven’s class today.”

Even with Simon still gripping just above your back, you grow painfully rigid. Your question leaves you, hot and quick.

“What incident?”

Headmaster Archer swallows thickly, still unable to flick his eyes your way. “It happened during today’s show and tell–”

“Look at my wife when you speak to her, Headmaster.”

The man behind the desk nearly jumps at Simon’s words. They ring darkly in the room, and the headmaster has to wring his shaking fingers hard to gain the courage to finally do as Simon commands. He doesn’t remember how to talk until an arched eyebrow from you has his voice croaking out.

“Tarantulas. She brought tarantulas–three of them, all as big and hairy as a rat–for show and tell. Pulled them out like they were nothing, then tried to pass them around. Her instructor was barely able to reign them up in all the chaos they caused. Children were crying. The adults were shaking. In all my years, I’ve never seen anything like it…”

The ramble trails off into nothing, allowing you and Simon a moment of quiet while the headmaster wipes at his face with a cheap handkerchief. God, you two make him sweat, and not in a good way.

Tilting your head, you peek over at your husband. He’s already looking at you, face reading ‘For fuck’s sake.’ Licking your lips, your eyes cut back to Headmaster Archer. 

“Not to be obtuse,Headmaster, but I don’t see what your issue is. All she wanted was to show her fellow pupils her favorite pets. Is that really so bad?”

“It is when the pets are spiders, Mrs. Riley. Not just spiders, but dangerous ones that, frankly, a child as young as Raven should not have access to.”

The headmaster has no idea where the things spilling out of his mouth are coming from. Maybe it’s the heat of the room making him a little braver. Maybe it’s because he knows he’ll see Raven’s spiders in his nightmares tonight, you and Simon standing along with them happily while they eat him alive. 

Regret soon washes over him faster than he can think. Even more so when he sees Simon, in all his dark clothes and scars and thick muscles, clench his jaw and shift in his seat like he’s thinking about hitting the man. Coincidentally, you’re the one moving first, giving the hand of a seething Simon a tender squeeze before you uncross your legs to stand.

You don’t have to move any closer than you are now to say what you want. The anger dripping from your tone is sharp enough to slice at him as it always does.

You’re all sinister smiles as you promise the man. “If you upset my daughter again, you’ll have a lot more than a few spiders to worry about, Headmaster.”

With that, you’re gone. Nothing more from you other than one last glare at the headmaster and a sweet kiss on Simon’s cheek before your heels click out of the horrid office. If Simon wasn’t so miffed, he’d remember to swivel his head to watch your hips as you go.

Unlucky for the headmaster, Simon does not swivel or admire. All he does is stare something horrid into the man across from him, eyes so hot they could bore a hole into the sweaty head of Archer if Simon wished it hard enough. 

The two remain in that position for a good while–Headmaster Archer doing all he can not to evaporate into a puddle of fear and Simon nearly wishing the man dead for making his girls upset. It’s around five minutes later when a small voice sounds at the office entrance.

“Papa, can we leave now? Mama’s ready.”

Simon rips away his glare, making sure to soften his eyes as he looks back at his daughter. He can tell she’s a little sad, mostly annoyed, as she cradles her tarantulas in a see-through cage. 

“Of course,” he coos without a second look to the headmaster, raising from his chair and moving to lift his daughter into his arms. He kisses her forehead, arms encircling her to ensure she doesn’t fall. “And you did nothing wrong, my girl. Do you hear me? Let’s just make sure to keep our pets at home from now on, yes? These silly little people don’t know how to appreciate them like you do.”

“Yes, Papa,” little Raven nods dutifully, Simon rewarding her with another kiss on the cheek and rub on her back. “Can we stop and catch crickets for my spiders on the way home? They’ve had a rough day…”

Simon huffs a laugh, glancing down at the cage of spiders with a short smile. He looks back up at his daughter and winks, exiting the office and leaving behind a shaking, sweating, helpless Headmaster Archer.

“Anything for you, my little devil.”

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

[loganhowlettshousewife]

animal

chapter 2.5

friendly reminder that i am not a writer, i'm just a girl who loves logan howlett and wanted to write something exploring his animalistic side since i so rarely see it done. my first language is also not english, so please do not be rude when giving me any feedback.

warnings: mentions of killing, logan’s pov, this isn’t a full chapter it’s more like an interlude

series masterlist │my masterlist

logan doesn’t like the room you put him in. the scent of you lingers but only faintly, and he grows restless without it to calm him. he misses you, the pretty girl who washed him and fed him. you were nice to him and you smelled safe, like home.

he hasn’t had a home in a long time. he knows that, the way he knows so little else, the way he knows how to breathe and how to walk, the way he knows his name is logan. you had spoken his name and he’d felt it, like a physical thing, a pounding emptiness in his head paired with a relief that punched him so hard he thought he might fall over.

he whimpers, shifting his position as though he’ll be able to better pick up your scent somehow, but no matter how much he squirms, the comfort of your scent still doesn’t appear.

he growls and leaps out of bed, onto his bare feet. this is ridiculous and he won’t deal with it any longer. he’s going to find you.

he sniffs his way towards your bedroom, where your scent is the strongest, though it lingers around the whole house, soothing and perfect in a way that makes him want to stay here forever. he opens the door, copying how he’d seen you do it earlier, and he’s pleased with himself for making note of it, since it’s coming in handy now.

you’re asleep, eyes shut and mouth parted just slightly. your body is covered with layers of fluffy fabric that he wishes weren’t there so he could see all of you better, but he knows you’re not like him, can smell it on you, and that means you run colder. but right now you’re warm under the covers and peaceful as you dream. good.

logan settles down on the floor, somewhere he can watch both you and the door, make sure no one comes in to hurt you. you took care of him, so now he’s going to protect you. it’s what he’s made for, strong and ruthless. 

he’s killed before, though he can’t remember doing it, can’t remember the faces of those he killed or the way they stared at him in fear or anger as they died. it’s instinctual, a violent craving for blood, and he’s ready to do it again, to do it now, for you.

she would be a good mate, logan thinks.

you can do all the things he can’t. you’re soft and sweet and manage to calm his restless mind through only your presence. you’re clearly a homemaker, would be a good mom to raise his pups. 

but this means he needs to prove himself to you too, means he needs to show you that he can be a good mate. so he vows to protect you. it’s something he can offer you that you don’t already have.

he doesn’t need to sleep, not as much as you do. it’s in your scent, all the parts of him that don’t apply to you, things that you need that he doesn’t. and he can make sure you get everything you need, he can make sure you’re always healthy and happy and don’t need to worry about a thing. 

you will sleep, rest so your body is refreshed for tomorrow, and he will stay up and keep watch.

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[piracytheorist]

Idk I just really like that Twilight's reaction to being told "Your wife used to be a prostitute!" is to go like

and proceed to say how honourable and worthy of respect her dedication, self-sacrifice and mental fortitude are, and how we're shown he actually means that.

And then my girl Yor sees his reaction and hears his words and for the first time in her life she goes like "This is a man who literally just met me and has no connection to me yet he not only understands my position, he's also willing to bring himself out there and have my back when other people have free bait to judge me" and like damn how important that was to her, to have someone (who doesn't owe his survival to her like Yuri does) actually see her and respect her choices and have the absolute BEST of faiths in her. Like, what Camilla says there has the societal power to make her look like a pariah. Yet this dude comes over and without knowing anything about her, he vouches for her and immediately assumes her reasons were noble and altruistic. And though he doesn't know what profession he's actually vouching for, he's completely right in his assumption about her intentions, and considering how easily the general public judges sex workers, it's no surprise this support gives Yor the courage to believe Loid will understand her and won't think bad of her if she ever disappears on them due to her work, because he's open-minded enough for his first and immediate assumption about her is that she has good intentions.

And I just wanna SCREAM because she has absolutely no idea how little he will judge her about her assassin gig. She already considers herself lucky she's come across someone who is compassionate enough to think the best out of someone who works in a profession that is not considered "morally acceptable" by the public. But she has no idea the actual jackpot she's hit, because his own profession is far more dark and sinister yet he still has the kindness and empathy in his heart to understand people who do the same as he does.

Like, that's it with her character, isn't it? She sacrificed her own youth and morality to help Yuri grow up and be educated, and that caused him to idolize her, and because he was the only family she had left, she has been desperate to not cause any of her ties with him to break. But it also caused her impostor syndrome, and she had no confidence in any of her abilities aside from killing and cleaning up after her work, because she lives in a misogynistic society that is suspicious of unmarried women (like, that judgment alone, considering unmarried men don't experience such scrutiny, can be enough to damage a woman's psyche) and because she has been working under a man cruel enough to hire orphaned teenagers as assassins and nearly kill them in tests of their abilities ever since she was a teenager. For her it was either "I'm either perfect in something or I'm completely useless and I deserve people's judgment". Because if Yuri sees she doesn't have the perfect record, she thinks he will be horrified and she'll lose the ties to her last remaining family. And she will think she deserved that. If her killing skills waver in the slightest, she will be killed, either by enemies or by the Shopkeeper doing his little "tests". And she will think she deserved that. And if she doesn't abide by the society's expectations, she will at best be judged and mocked (for not cooking at home) and at worst get arrested (for being suspected as a spy). And she will think she deserved that.

Yet again, this stranger comes along, is told she's worked a socially shameful profession, knows she's shy and with so few connections that she can't even find someone to act as her pretend boyfriend for a party, and he supports her. And then he finds out how socially unskilled she is, how terrible she is at cooking, how she can't even pretend to kiss him for their mutual benefit, how she has the tendency to get so drunk she accidentally kicks him unconscious... And those things that she considers fatal flaws of her, he says are parts of her that she doesn't need to pretend don't exist. That's who she is, and there's nothing to fix, and she can just accept them without feeling bad or ashamed of it, that pretending she's someone else, someone perfect, will only make her miserable and exhausted.

And like... fuck. How can she not feel glad she got to marry that guy?

And how much will her heart break when she finds out he's a spy and will immediately doubt all the supportive words he's told her? And how astonishing will it be when she finds out that he actually meant pretty much everything he's told her, and that he really resonates with her and believes in her?

(anime only here, don't spoil me for the manga)

[rosenclaws]

Can I request 15 and 34 from the fluff prompt list with either Logan or Charlie, please? Congrats on 600!! 💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛

Join my 600 Follower celebration!!

15 - “I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

34 - “I shouldn’t be allowed to be this happy.”

a/n: Thank you for requesting!!! Funny enough though they're both fluff prompts this somehow turned angsty dasflk;j im so sorry i do it to myself

He's hiding something. You know he is. Logan has just been different. I mean he was always grumpy and short tempered but this was something else. You thought, or well you had hoped that your time in the void had really bonded you.

You were trash from another universe while he had gotten dragged through hell by Wade. He got you and you got him. You were a failure to your universe so they pruned you. Logan was the worst variant of Wolverine. Something felt nice about having someone else who was the worst with you.

Ever since you landed in Wade's universe you had only gotten closer. Both of you picking up odd jobs for money until you finally landed a steady bakery job. Horribly early hours and lots of hard work but it meant you could be home by lunch. Logan was often out late too. He wouldn't tell you what he was doing but he came back with enough rent money so you didn't question him. You used to eat lunch together. It was a way to make sure the both of you were actually taking care of yourselves. It wasn't anything fancy. Just sandwiches or pasta or something easy.

But for some reason Logan has been avoiding you. Constantly. To the point where he'd leave the room if you were there. It was really starting to bug you. You don't know what's going on with him. You catch him staring sometimes. His eyes are worn and broken. When you try and approach him they harden right back up and he stalks away. It was infuriating.

You finally reached your boiling point when you came home early from work one day. Your back aching and you're dead tired. You lean your forehead against the door, just taking a moment. Then you hear him laugh. You know it's him. He's got this unmistakable snort that he tries to hide but he can't. So he's just avoiding you, no one else. Its you. You're the problem and you don't understand why. In a fit of anger you slam the door open.

"Out! Everyone except for you." You point at Logan. The room clears quickly. Wade opens his mouth to say something but you glare with a ferocity so strong he shuts up.

"Good luck kitty cat!" He whisper yells before hurrying out the door.

"What?" Logan grumbles, his eyes averting to the ground. You scoff and throw your things on the couch.

"What is your problem? You've been avoiding me."

"Why do you fucking care? Not like we were close anyways." He asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Bullshit Logan. I'm asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me. I see you across the room look so sad but the moment I even take a step you're back to this shit." You gesture to his closed off stance.

He's running from you and you demand to know why. He puffs out his chest and stands up. Mumbling about how ridiculous this is and tries to walk away from you.

"Logan! For fucks sake!" You follow him, your anger morphing into confusion as he continues to run.

"Just tell me what I did?!" Your voice breaks as the desperation comes out. You just want him back.

"Nothing!" He growls as he turns back to face you. Slamming his hand against the wall. You jump as he cages you in. He's breathing hard as he stares at you. This is the closest you've been in weeks.

"Nothing. You didn't do anything wrong." His voice is softer, sadder.

"There has to be something Logan. I miss you." He sighs and clenches his fist.

Fuck he thought he could avoid this. That he could get you to run away before he fucked it all up but for some reason you're still here.

"I shouldn’t be allowed to be this happy. I mean just look at me.” Logan thinks so low of himself. He always has. He's a fucked up lost cause. Everyone he cares about dies or gets hurt and its always his fault.

"You make me happy." He confesses.

You make him feel unlike anything else. Like he's not the monster he was. You look at him and he just, smiles. It's weird and strange and a feeling he's not used to. It scares him to his core.

"Man you really are stupid." You say in disbelief.

"I...What?" Logan looks confused but you grab his face and kiss him.

He stumbles back in surprise but ends up taking control quickly. Pushing you against the wall and digging his hands into your hips.

"You make me happy too Logan, so please don't run away from me."

You comb your fingers through his hair as you tug him closer to you. He closes his eye as he leans his forehead on yours. The urge to shut you out is there, listening would be easier but there's a chance at real happiness right in in front of him and he'd be a fool to ignore it.

"Fuck it." He grabs your waist and pulls you tight. Smashing his lips onto yours in a messy kiss.

He can be selfish, just this once.

Just for you.

[babyfoxflower]

Halloween with Alastor HCs

Happy Halloween, my dears!! In honor of my favorite holiday, here’s some headcanons about spending Halloween with Alastor!

Warnings: Brief mention of cannibalism

* Now depending how much of a scaredy-cat you are, you will either have the best time with Alastor on Halloween or the worst.

* Alastor is a trickster and loves playing pranks especially on Halloween. He will make an effort to jump scare you whenever he can. The sounds of your screams are music to his ears.

* “Ah, you always have such a lovely voice, my dear. And your screams are no exception,” he would tease while he’d put a hand on his chest in a dramatic fashion, cackling loudly.

* Yes, Halloween is when Al’s sadistic side comes to shine.

* However since you are his girlfriend, he won’t go too far. And of course, if you beg pretty enough, he will stop.

* Besides he can scare you in other ways, like by telling you ghost stories and scary urban legends.

* He’s been around for quite awhile, and has garnered many spooky tales over the years.

* “Do you believe in vampires, Darling?”

* “No, but I didn’t use to believe in demons either. So, I guess I’m open to it.”

* “That’s the spirit! You know, there’s an urban legend from my childhood about a man by the name of Jacques St. Germain, who moved to New Orleans in 1902. Apparently he was ageless and charming. Legend goes that blood stained clothes from different centuries and bottles of human blood were found in his home.”

* “That’s a creepy story. Haha. Of course, urban legends are just that, legends.”

* “Well, they have to come from somewhere now, don’t they?”

* “I have to change into my costume, are you still going to wear yours?”

* “My dear, you’re shaking. Are you scared?”

* “Maybe a little.”

* “Aw, come here.” He would take you into his arms, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you, my love. The only person who’s allowed to drink your blood is me.”

* “Alastor!” You would playfully smack his shoulder.

* If you’re into horror movies, then he’ll gladly have a scary movie marathon with you.

* Of course, he does not get scared and treats them more as comedies.

* Especially, slasher flicks. There just something so hilarious about a disemboweled teenager.

* “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! What is this picture show called again?”

* “Scream. I have to admit that it was pretty funny when she got stuck in the cat door. Hahaha!”

* “And then her head got squashed! Hahahaha! I haven’t been this entertained since the stock market crash of 1929!”

* He’ll also dress up with you, though for some reason his default costume is Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer.

* “Why do you always go as Rudolf?”

* “Why do you always go as a witch?”

* “Touché.”

* However, if you come up with some creepy couple’s costume ideas, he’s more than willing to give it a shot.

* One year, you went as Mrs. Lovett and Sweeney Todd.

* The best part was your pies were made out of real human flesh and the two of you got to enjoy them at the end of the night.

[minus-plus-zer0]

Halloween Special - Trick-Or-Treaters

♡ Genre: Fluff ♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Reader (You can also read my other Halloween Special - Giving Out Candy)

You and Bakugou prowled the neighborhood streets at night, decked out in your full costumes. You led Bakugou around by tugging on Bakugou’s ‘leash’, a chain attached to a dog collar that was part of Bakugou's werewolf costume.

Bakugou hated trick-or-treating. Bakugou wanted nothing more than to stay at your house or his with the lights turned off to pretend nobody was home. But you loved trick-or-treating, and Bakugou had to tag along to scare off any bad guys who might do you harm. But he also scared off any and all homeowners you visited, and you scolded him every single time. The last person you visited was a small child handing out candy on behalf of their parents and they ran away screaming after seeing Bakugou.

You violently ruffled Bakugou’s hair. “Stop that! Stop doing that!”

“But we can get even more candy now!” Bakugou grabbed a fistful of candy and shoved it into your bag.

You apologized to the homeowners every time afterwards, and thankfully they all took it as a joke. You were still ticked off even as you were walking away from the crime scene. Bakugou reluctantly tuned down his nasty behavior, if only to avoid making you upset.

Other trick-or-treaters gave you and Bakugou a wide berth to avoid your constant playful bickering. The only ones who could tolerate you were the other 1-A students, who you occasionally bumped into on the streets. Vampire Todoroki met you two at an intersection while you were waiting to cross and even jokingly offered to ‘suck your blood’. Bakugou would’ve offered to ‘smash his face in’, but he was supposed to be on good behavior today. Instead, he body blocked Todoroki from coming near you and stuck his tongue out at the vampire as you two walked away. 

Near the end of trick-or-treating your legs grew tired, so Bakugou gave you a piggyback ride while returning to his house. You nearly fell asleep on the ride over, still clinging to Bakugou as he set you down on his couch. He didn't dare break away from your hold, so he instead patiently held still in your grasp until you woke up, despite desperately having to pee. 

Afterwards, you both counted your candy haul in his living room. Bakugou dumped all his candy into your bag without a second thought. His mother also dumped some extra candy into your bag. You’d be feasting on candy for weeks afterwards, including all the other goodies you got. Somebody handed out a rotisserie chicken to trick-or-treaters and Bakugou’s mother got to work on cooking yours.

Once you finished your late dinner, Bakugou’s mother drove you home. Bakugou tagged along for whatever reason, handing you his jacket to warm you up. He dutifully walked you up to your doorstep like a puppy with separation anxiety. 

As you unlocked the door, Bakugou finally found the courage to ask you something.

“Hold up,” he said. “Before ya go, wanna take a picture together?”

You gasped. “You’re asking me for once? You’re no longer camera shy?”

“I was never shy… I just wanted a fucking picture before ya change out of that costume.”

There wasn’t any innocent way you could’ve interpreted that comment, and Bakugou knew it. That was why Bakugou hadn’t said anything all night. But you didn’t mind.

“Well, come on!” You tugged on his leash, pulling him towards you. 

Bakugou took the picture on his phone, totally out of his element but still determined to get this moment immortalized. Bakugou kept the photo as his phone wallpaper for months afterwards, always loving the way you looked in the photo while trying to ignore his own face. Bakugou couldn't wait until next Halloween, where he could catch you in that costume all over again.

[elllisaaa]

USE ME - J. WOOYOUNG

KINKTOBER DAY 16 - PAIN PLAY

SUMMARY : you need to work on the new track you're helping hongjoong produce for ateez, but wooyoung can't seem to be able to concentrate. though, you slowly notice that he loves it a little too much when you're mean to him.

-> pairing : bratty!wooyoung x producer!reader

-> words count : 1.8k

-> genre : smut

-> warnings : dom!reader x brat!wooyoung, pain play (oviously), degradation kink, humiliation, use of 'brat', 'slut' & 'whore', dirty talk, face slapping, choking, teasing, swearing, oral (f. receiving), hair pulling, scratching

+ the way i'm depicting wooyoung does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | ateez masterlist | kinktober 2024

“- Can you focus, Wooyoung ? We’re getting nowhere.

- Yeah, sorry.”

You sighed as you asked him to record his line again. You had been here for two hours, and you barely got any work done. Every member’s recording went smoothly, but ever since Wooyoung walked into the studio, he had been distracted and didn’t follow your instructions. It was to the point you had told everyone else to go home and that you would finish it with him alone. But for some reason, the boy was restless, unable to take into account your remarks. 

“- Okay, that’s enough, come here.”

You saw him nod through the window as he put down his headphones. You rubbed your temples as you sighed, Wooyoung now standing in front of you while you were still sitting on your desk chair - it had been a long day, and dealing with this wasn’t what you had expected. Working with Wooyoung and Ateez as a whole was usually such a pleasure, you didn’t understand what was going on today. 

“- I don’t know what’s gotten into you today, but you’re making it impossible for me to do my work Wooyoung.”

He looked at you with a pout on his lips, arms crossed in front of his chest like he didn’t see where the problem was. 

“- Nothing’s happening. I don’t understand why you’re making a fuss about me when I’ve done nothing wrong.

- You’re getting annoying. We’ll try one last time, and you better follow my direction because if you don’t you can just go home and explain to Hongjoong yourself why the record’s not finished.”

Wooyoung hesitated for a few seconds, but the thought of facing his leader’s anger was a very good argument to push him to go back to the recording booth. Though, there was an explanation as to why he had been insufferable to you the whole day. He had seen how cold and rough you were when you were focused on your work, and for some reason, he found it hot. So hot that all he wanted was for you to be just as rude to him. 

So as you played the backtrack again for him to sing the last line you had to work on for the day, he messed up on purpose, holding back his smile when you cursed at him, a tingle of excitement running through his veins as you talked to him in an assertive tone. And the way you looked at him through the window, as if you wanted to kill him with your eyes, turned him on even more. 

“- You’re getting on my last nerve here Wooyoung, be fucking careful.”

Your voice was a little distorted because of the intercom, but it still had threatening undertones and Wooyoung bit down on his bottom lip as you played the recording one more time. And one more time, Wooyoung didn’t sing the right variation of the lyrics. He could see from where he was that your expression had darkened, and he loved it a little too much. 

Without even stopping the recording, you opened the door of the recording booth, stepping inside and immediately going to him, your pointer finger painfully digging into his chest, but it only made Wooyong’s pants feel tighter. 

“- You’re such a fucking annoying brat. Why won’t you cooperate ?”

The boy shrugged, trying to look unaffected, but his ears were red, and his eyes were glimmering with something you could clearly recognize as lust, want. And suddenly, it clicked into your mind - the way he would always give you eyes when you were being more commanding, the way he would always seek your attention, your praises, your comments, the way he would always look at you as if he wanted you to step on him.

“- Is it just because you can’t keep it into your pants when a pretty bitch like me is cursing you out ?”

Every bad and filthy word leaving your mouth made Wooyoung harder and he simply nodded at you, unable to form a simple sentence when his biggest dream was unfolding in front of his eyes. 

“- You cannot talk anymore ? Was it all you needed to shut the fuck up ?

- Please, you’ll need more than that to silence me.

- Oh yeah ?”

You punctuated your words by a slap, a slap that left a red imprint on his cheek, a slap that made his head swing to the other side, a slap that made him moan louder than he intended, a slap that made the both of you realize that you had cross every possible line in your professional relationship. 

“- You’re a fucking slut Wooyoung.

- But you like it.”

The cheeky smirk he still had on made your urge to ruin him, to break him down, even stronger. You slapped him again. Harder this time. And Wooyoung moaned again, a hint of desperation in his voice as he looked back at you with these fuck me, yet daring eyes again. 

“- On your knees. You need to make it up to me for being such an annoying piece of shit.”

You didn’t think that you would ever be going to tell him that, and even less that he would like it that much. But it made all the frustrations in your body leave so easily, you couldn’t stop the flow of degrading, borderline humiliating words that slipped past your lips. But Wooyoung didn’t mind it. Wooyoung, in fact, loved it all. He could already feel himself dripping precum in his underwear, the way you were looking down on him now that he was kneeling at your feet not helping him keep his cock under control. 

“- And what are you gonna do, uh ?”

The way he always needed to challenge you was not getting on your nerves anymore - it turned you on, it gave you that urge to show him who was in control, to show him that you had the power. You didn’t answer a word, letting him think that he had won for now, letting him smirk up at you like he even stood a chance. And in the blink of an eye, your hand was around his throat. Not gentle at all, but squeezing hard, really trying to restrict his breathing. Wooyoung let out a choked whine, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as you smiled at him, a sinister smile that only excited him further. 

“- Not so cocky now, right ? You’re just a fucking whore that needs to be put in their place.”

Wooyoung wanted to answer something cheeky, wanted to tease you back, but you were gripping around his throat too tight, and the way he couldn’t breathe correctly anymore sent such a thrill through his body he couldn’t think straight anymore. And your smile only grew as you saw him try to say something but only able to stumble on his words and whine, his own fingers wrapping around your wrist and keeping you against his throat. 

“- You like it when I hurt you ? Is that what gets you going ?”

You let go of his throat, letting him catch his breath, watching him choke on air. Strangely, you liked all of this too, and you could feel your panties sticking to your core even if he hadn’t laid his hands on you at all.

“- F-Fuck Y/N…”

He only earned himself one more slap when he didn’t answer your question, the sting on his red cheek making him throb in his clothes and moan again, his voice sounding more rough now.

“- Words. 

- Yes, I like it. I love it. Especially when it’s you.”

This time, you only patted his cheek as you stepped closer to him, an idea emerging in your mind. It was time for you to have your fun.

“- You can’t stop talking shit, can you ? How about I shut you up in another way ?”

Wooyoung looked at you, confused. But the moment you pulled your sweatpants down, leaving only your underwear, his eyes widened. You chuckled at his reaction, getting closer to where he was still kneeling on the floor until you could swing one of your legs over his shoulder, your core only a few inches away from his mouth. You could feel his hot and staggered breathing against your wet folds, making you shiver. And Wooyoung could smell and see how soaked you were, and all he wanted was to bury his face in between your pretty thighs. Before he could even say a word - to tease or to beg, he didn’t know - you grabbed a handful of his black hair and pushed him where you needed him the most.

“- Show me that this mouth of yours is good at other things too.”

Wooyoung didn’t need to be told twice, immediately sticking his tongue out so he could lick your slick over your underwear. He moaned against your clothed cunt, your taste invading all his senses and making him lose his mind already. He was so eager to get more of you that he didn’t even wait for your permission before he pushed your panties to the side, finally putting his tongue to good use. You bit down on your lips to conceal your noises as you watched him devour you, his nose brushing against your clit making you gasp and sigh in pleasure. 

You were still pulling hard on his hair, your nails sinking into his head but he didn’t mind. Wooyoung moaned every time you scratched him, everytime you tugged harder, adding to the slurping noises he was making. At that point, he was a mess, but you were too. He didn’t lie when he cockily said one day that he was skilled with his tongue. Because he definitely was. And you could feel your thighs tremble and your moans elevating as Wooyoung pushed his tongue inside of you - it was like he knew exactly how to make you lose your mind. 

But you were doing a pretty good job at driving him crazy too. Your fingers pulling harshly on his strands of hair made Wooyoung buck his hips into nothing, in hope it would get him to feel the tiniest bit of friction. And how he could barely breathe with the way he was eating you out like a starved man only added to the rush of pleasure going through his body and straight to his cock.

“- Don’t fucking stop.”

Wooyoung moaned in approval against you, the vibration of his every sound making the knot in your stomach tighter. When he felt your legs start to give out, he sneaked his hands to your waist, holding you up as he buried his tongue as deep as he could into your cunt, and feeling you clench around him. He lapped at your juices as you tried to come down from your high, as if he hadn’t had enough. You pulled on his hair one more time, forcing him to detach himself from your pussy and look up at you - he seemed dizzy, his gaze unfocused, his hair a mess because of your hands and half of his face covered in your juices. 

“- Are you gonna behave now ?

- Depends. Will you slap me again if I don’t ?”

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[darkstarofchaos]

Having seen some frankly irritating opinions from both sides of the aisle, I think some of y'all need to chill about the way the Decepticons were handled in EarthSpark.

Decepticon fans are allowed to be upset that the faction's depth and potential for development was tossed aside in favor of "Decepticons are just evil".

However, depth and potential doesn't mean the Decepticons have to be buddy-buddy with the Autobots. Depth is amoral, you can be a villain who resists "redemption" and still be a well-rounded character.

My issues with S2 vs S1 are as follows:

The lack of good explanation for why the sides are fighting again. I am not upset that the Cons are villains again. They have no reason to like or trust any human or Autobot, and gratitude for having your life saved only goes so far. My issue is that S2 literally opens by saying the Cons started the fight again just because that's what Cons do. Obviously the story is from the perspective of the main cast, and there are hints that they could be intentionally unreliable narrators (Starscream refers to them as oppressors, Breakdown challenges Bumblebee about giving up on Cybertron), but we aren't given enough time with the Cons to draw a solid conclusion about the intentions here.

The way the heroes treat Spitfire, i.e. a literal newborn. She was 100% in the right when she said that she didn't know the moral rules she was being expected to follow. But because she wasn't born with morals and an understanding of mortality preinstalled, the heroes condemned her instead of trying to de-escalate and take responsibility for their part in the situation (granted, Megatron was the only flight-capable adult present and he argued against de-escalation. Which tracks because he's Megatron. But someone should have pushed for a peaceful resolution).

How much depth do individual Decepticons still have? Who knows, Starscream, Shockwave, and Breakdown are the only ones with any focus. The others are only seen fighting, causing trouble for fun, or just standing around growling. Twitch - i.e. one of our main characters - literally spends an entire episode in the Con camp and we still manage to see nothing of Decepticon life when they're just hanging out. And yes, I know that the more characters you have in a scene, the harder it is to show their personalities. You can still show them playing cards or arm-wrestling or something. Anything to show that they're actually people and not just a hive mind that exists to fight.

Starscream. Specifically the last 20 minutes of the S2 finale, because everything else in his characterization fit S1 until that point. He literally calls the Autobots oppressors, so of course he's going to fight them. He wants Aftermath kept out of the way (that's a child, so that's perfectly reasonable) and he's frankly patient with Twitch-as-Spitfire, in spite of Skywarp's incredulity that he lets her "get away" with causing trouble (again, that is a child. Patience is the correct response). He even seems to like Spitfire after meeting the real her. The only issue I had with Starscream leading up to the second half of the finale was that his motivations didn't seem to be much deeper than "I want power" (I could be misremembering that point - there may have been an "Earth is going to be our home, let's make it better to live on" when he and Shockwave discussed Cybertron). And then the last 20 minutes happened and I can't see any logical extrapolation from S1 to that. It was just a generic "Starscream goes mad with power", and it came completely out of left field. Not even any remorse about what he "needed" to do or any attempt to justify himself, it was just, "Yeah, I'm worse than the people I called out for being oppressors, isn't it great?"

If there is some big plot twist where it turns out the heroes were unreliable narrators all along, some of my issues will actually be fixed. However, I find that extremely unlikely, for one major reason: all of the non-Decepticon characters who disagree with the heroes are either villains or they "come around". The Quintessons felt betrayed by Quintus? Nah, Quintus was a great guy, you can tell because he tortured a kid for wishing she had never been chosen by him. Prowl doesn't like the Autobots' reliance on children? Silly Prowl, those kids are special, we want them to fight. The narrative never, at any point, entertains the idea that those dissenting voices might have a point. Which means we're probably meant to take the heroes at face value on most, if not all things.

TL;DR: the Decepticons being villains makes perfect sense, even with the context of S1; it's the heroes acting like they're only fighting for power after we had several episodes about second chances and not all Decepticons being the same that makes it feel like a cop-out. And Decepticon fans are allowed to be upset that some of their favorite characters had interesting stuff going on only to be functionally relegated to Voiceless Grunt Number 3 (and yes, several Autobots have also been relegated to Voiceless Grunts. If one of your favorite characters has fallen victim to this affliction, regardless of faction, you have my sympathies).

[arc852]

Lost Doll

Summary: Jimmy regretted going to the Halloween party with Grian and Joel. As he insists on getting back to their dorm on his own, he gets found and mistaken for a doll.

Warnings: fear, alcohol, being drunk, and being referred to as an object

Word Count: 3405

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It's a day late but Happy Halloween! I hope you guys enjoy this special Halloween themed fic!

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 Jimmy was starting to regret insisting on coming to the Halloween party with Grian and Joel. Though he was tucked away safely in Grian’s pocket, the noise of many other humans just outside the fabric walls was becoming just too much for him. He thought he would be fine after going to classes with them. And not to mention of the watching of parties he did from before he even met Grian and Joel. He thought at least some of that would have come in handy for helping him deal with it. But being right in the center of it was a lot different than watching from a distance or being in class.

 The humans were a lot louder than while in class and there was loud, blaring music playing all around them to match. He really should have listened to Grian and Joel when they said it might not be a good idea. Jimmy really just wanted to go home now.

 He squirmed in Grian’s shirt pocket, adjusting himself so he could hit the wall behind him. The wall being Grian’s chest. It was only a moment later there was a weight gently pressing on his other side. Jimmy pressed against that side as well and then the pressure left.

 “I’ll be right back.” Jimmy just barely heard Grian say over all the noise. He actually felt it more than anything. His time in chest pockets taught him that a deep rumbling came with every word spoken.

 He knew Grian started to move again as he felt the gentle sway of the pocket. Everything around him got just a bit quieter, but still no less overwhelming. Soon, the movement stopped and Jimmy looked up to see three fingers slipping into the pocket with him and descending onto him. Jimmy didn’t so much as react as the fingers carefully maneuvered around his body and then pinched him between those three fingers just enough to make sure Jimmy wouldn’t slip from the grasp.

 He was then pulled out of the pocket and quickly released from the pinched grip and set onto Grian’s open palm. Jimmy quickly gained his bearings and glanced around, seeing that Grian had huddled into the corner, as far from everyone else as he could get.

 Jimmy then looked up at Grian and was a bit taken aback, having briefly forgotten that Grian was currently in a costume. The fake, thick beard was a strange sight on the human for sure. Grian had, for some reason, decided to go as a fisherman. It was a good costume, but it left Jimmy confused as to why Grian picked that above everything else.

 At least Joel’s costume made sense. He had gone as Shrek.

 “What’s up?” Grian asked, his voice a little louder than normal as he tried to be heard over all the other noise. Jimmy winced a bit and that only cemented how much he wanted to get out of here.

 “I think I’m done for the night.” Jimmy said, his own voice going a bit louder. His voice was more likely to be drowned out but thankfully it seemed Grian was close enough to hear him just fine. “I wanna head back to our dorm.”

 Grian’s expression shifted to concern and he nodded. “Yeah, of course. I’ll go get Joel and we can head out.”

 “No, no! You guys don’t have to do that.” He didn’t want to cut Grian and Joel’s time short. They were both still clearly having fun and Jimmy didn’t want to be the one to ruin that. “I can get back on my own.”

 Grian’s eyebrows furrowed. “Get back on your own?”

 Jimmy nodded. “Yeah. Grian, I know this building like the back of my hand. I can just go through the walls and be back in our dorm in no time.”

 Grian bit his lip, thinking it over. “Are you sure? Cause we don’t mind leaving early.”

 Jimmy frowned. “Well, I do. I don’t want you guys leaving because of me. I’ll be fine.”

 Grian stared at him for a moment longer, looking like he wanted to say something more. Maybe to keep trying to convince him to just let them take him back. But he ended up sighing, his gaze softening. “Alright. I don’t really like it. But alright.” He looked around. “Where should I drop you off?”

 Jimmy looked around to see where they were in the room. He knew this room was one of the ‘premium’ dorms. A bigger version of the normal dorms found on the upper floors. It was slightly hard to focus with everything going on but if he remembered correctly then…he was pretty sure his entrance into the walls was on the side they were already on.

 “You can just drop me off right here.” Jimmy said, turning his eyes back to Grian. “My exit should be close by.”

 Grian let out a little breath. “Okay, if you’re sure.” Jimmy could tell he wasn’t really happy about dropping Jimmy off in the middle of a party but Jimmy would be fine. Grian knelt down and let Jimmy off on the ground, where Jimmy was quick to duck close to the leg of the desk right next to them. Jimmy sent Grian a thumbs up but Grian still looked worried. “I’ll see you back at the dorm.” Grian said before standing back up and moving back into the crowd of people.

 Jimmy stayed and watched for a moment, just able to make out Grian reaching Joel and whispering something to him before someone else got in the way and they were hidden by the rest of the party. Jimmy could only assume Grian was telling Joel that Jimmy decided to leave early.

 He turned away from the crowd and started along the wall, looking for the opening that would lead him into the walls. But as he continued to walk and the amount of wall left dwindled, Jimmy started to panic a bit. He should have already passed by his entrance. If it hadn’t come up yet then that meant…

 Jimmy’s eyes widened and he backed away from the wall slightly, eyeing it up and down. He was on the wrong side of the room. He thought for sure he was on the right side but the noise and amount of humans in the room must have confused him and got him all turned around. 

 This wasn’t good. He had told Grian he would be okay and now he wasn’t sure what to do. 

 He took a deep breath, calming himself enough to look over his options. Trying to go to Grian and Joel in this crowd would be suicide, so that was a no go. He could stay put and hide, wait for the party to be over and hope that when Grian and Joel got back and noticed he was missing would then come back to get him. But who knows how long that would be?

 He could stick close to the wall and follow it over to the other side. The wall was mostly covered in furniture to hide behind but there were a few gaps that would be risky to take. But it seemed like, other than waiting who knows how long, that was his best option. If he stuck close and went quick he should be fine.

 Keeping one hand on the wall, he started following it. He got to the corner, still covered by the bed. He went a bit farther, now hidden by the nightstand and then a bookshelf. But as the bookshelf ended, Jimmy paused, realizing there was a fairly large gap between the bookshelf and the next piece of furniture, which appeared to be a dresser.

 Jimmy looked around, making sure the coast was clear. There were some fairly close humans but they seemed to be focused completely on the conversation with each other. Deciding to just go for it, Jimmy started running toward the safety of the dresser.

 Jimmy skidded to a halt and threw himself back as a sudden shoe appeared in his vision, just barely missing him as it walked by. Jimmy yelped, his voice thankfully lost in the noisy atmosphere. He landed on his back, breathing heavily at almost having gotten stepped on. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he should have just waited.

 Jimmy came to the decision to head back to where he had been to wait it out, but before he could pick himself up and move, a shadow fell over him. Jimmy’s eyes darted up in time to see a giant hand descending upon him. Jimmy tensed but didn’t even have the chance to try and get away as the hand scooped him off the floor and wrapped around his body.

 Jimmy was frozen in fear as he was lifted up to the human’s face, the human’s eyes squinting at him. Jimmy could smell the alcohol on his breath and Jimmy felt his own breath catch in his throat. But then, suddenly, the human turned his head to the crowd. “Did someone lose a doll!?” He shouted and Jimmy winced at how loud the human was, so loud that it took him a second to process what it was the human said.

 A doll. The human thought he was a doll?

 Jimmy continued to watch the human’s face, watching it contort to a pout before he used his free hand to cup around his mouth. As the human took in a deep breath, Jimmy braced himself as best as he could as soon as he realized what was coming. “I SAID, DID ANYONE LOSE A-”

 “Whoa, Bdubs, what’s with all the shouting?” A voice interrupted the human. Who was apparently named Bdubs. Bdubs seemed a bit startled but got over it quickly as he turned to see who it was.

 “Etho!” Bdubs yelled and then shoved Jimmy in Etho’s face. “I think someone lost a doll! Probably as part of their costume or something.” Bdubs said as Etho was forced to look at Jimmy. Jimmy remained as still as possible, not blinking, barely even breathing. If they thought he was a doll maybe he could still get out of this.

 “Well, I don’t think shouting is going to find its owner.” Etho replied while grabbing Bdubs’ wrist to carefully move it, and Jimmy, out of his face.

 Bdubs pouted again. “How else am I supposed to find them then?”

 Etho hummed and as both of the human’s gazes were off of him, he took this moment to blink and breathe in deep. He froze once more when Etho’s gaze landed on him, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Well, you could ask Cleo. She practically made most of the costumes here. She might know who's missing a doll with their costume.”

 Bdubs perked up. “Great idea!” Bdubs gave no other warning as he proceeded to take off into the main part of the party, pushing past people as he looked for Cleo. The human was also making no effort to be gentle with him, swinging him about in his too tight fist as he moved. It was disorienting and Jimmy had to keep himself from getting sick.

 But despite all this he still refused to move. If they all thought he was a doll then a doll he would be. At least until he could figure out how to get out of this.

 Bdubs must have spotted who he was looking for because the next thing Jimmy knew, the human was shouting again. “Cleo! Cleo, Cleo, Cleo!”

 “There you are Bdubs, I’ve been looking for you.” Cleo said, coming into view for Jimmy. She was currently dressed in what was probably the most amazingly realistic zombie costume Jimmy had ever seen. Not that he’s seen a lot but still.

 “Cleo! Do you know anyone that had a doll as a part of their costume?” Bdubs said, getting right into it. Cleo tilted her head, confused.

 “A doll?” She asked.

 “He found a doll on the ground.” Etho chimed in and Jimmy was a bit surprised he had kept up with Bdubs in the crowd. “I found him shouting into the party if anyone had lost it.”

 “Ah.” Cleo said, like that was perfectly normal. “Well, I don’t remember making a doll with anyones costume but I might recognize it. Come on then, let's see it.”

 Bdubs nodded very seriously and held up his hand with Jimmy wrapped around in it in between the three of them. Jimmy was maybe at chest level as Cleo looked him over. He didn’t even dare to breathe as she was looking so closely at him.

 He couldn’t really breath even if he wanted to though. Bdubs’ grip around him was even tighter than before and it took everything in Jimmy not to squirm.

 He watched as Cleo’s eyes widened a bit as she looked him over. Her mouth fell open a bit, just for a moment, before closing shut with a small snap. Jimmy was very confused on what it meant but it was hard to think with how hard he was being squeezed.

 He watched as Cleo’s eyes went soft and she hummed lightly. “I think you’re holding it a bit too tightly there, Bdubs.” Cleo said, pointing to the vice-like grip Bdubs had on him.

 “Oh, am I?” Bdubs asked, looking down at Jimmy with squinted eyes. Yes, very much yes, Jimmy couldn’t help but think. Thankfully, Bdubs loosened his hand and Jimmy felt like he could actually breathe again. Though it took everything in him not to let in a big breath right then and there.

 Cleo sighed and tilted her head. “Bdubs, sweetheart, how much have you had to drink?” She asked, changing the subject once she noticed how out of it he seemed.

 Bdubs blinked and even Jimmy could see he was having to think a little too hard about it. “Not that much.” Bdubs settled with. But Cleo did not look convinced.

 “Etho?” She asked.

 “8 shots.” Etho answered almost immediately. Cleo couldn’t help but sigh again.

 “Yeah, alright, we’re cutting you off and cutting this short.” Cleo said and then turned to Etho. “Can you make sure he drinks some water and gets back to his dorm in one piece?” She asked and Etho nodded.

 “But-But what about the doll?!” Bdubs cried, still too loud, and held Jimmy out and up higher, practically shoving him in Cleo’s face. Cleo appeared unfazed by this but Jimmy tensed.

 “Oh, don’t worry. I know exactly who it belongs to.” Cleo said with a small smile on her face. Jimmy’s eyes widened against his will at this information. He had no idea how this Cleo person would know that. Nothing more was really said though as Bdubs mumbled something intangible before transferring Jimmy over to Cleo’s hand. Jimmy remained as stiff as possible as he was now laid out on Cleo’s open palm. He really hoped the slight rise and fall of his chest was unnoticeable.

 It was one thing to be held by someone too drunk to tell but Cleo appeared very much sober and that did not ease Jimmy’s concerns at all.

 “Go on. I’ll catch up with you two as soon as I return this little guy.” Cleo said and Etho nodded again, grabbing hold of both of Bdubs’ shoulders to start navigating him out of the party, Bdubs protesting and complaining the whole way. Cleo hummed as she watched them go for a moment and then looked down at Jimmy. Jimmy tried hard not to react to her gaze.

 “So…you’re a doll, are you?” Cleo asked and Jimmy felt as though she was actually asking him. Not talking at him but to him. Jimmy’s mouth went dry. Did she know?

 Jimmy, of course, remained still. Not answering. Acting as nothing more than a doll. Cleo hummed and then shrugged. “Alright then.” She sent him one last smile before her other hand cupped over and on top of him, hiding him from view. 

 Jimmy took this moment, as he could feel Cleo start to walk through the crowded party, to take in a deep breath and blink. He still tried not to move too much though, since Cleo would still be able to feel if he did.

 Was Cleo even taking him to the right people? How could she even know? Did she know Grian and Joel?

 Wait…didn’t they have a friend named Cleo?

 Before Jimmy could dwell on that thought any further though, Cleo’s voice spoke up. “Grian, Joel, there you two are.”

 Jimmy couldn’t help but let out a sharp intake of breath when he heard Joel speak. “Cleo! Hey! What’s up?”

 “Nice costume by the way.” Grian commented.

 “Thanks.” Cleo said. “And well, Bdubs went and found something that I think might belong to you two.”

 Jimmy could just see the confused look on Grian and Joel’s faces. “What is it?” Grian asked and yeah, he sounded pretty confused too.

 “First, let’s go somewhere a bit more private, yeah?” Cleo said and then didn’t wait for an answer as Jimmy felt her start to walk again. The noise around them lessened quite a bit before they stopped.

 “Why did we have to meet out in the hall for this?” Joel asked, a bit annoyed. 

 “Just easier to talk this way. Anyway, Bdubs found your doll on the ground.” Cleo revealed and there was a brief moment of silence.

 “Our…doll?” Grian asked, still very confused. Cleo hummed and lifted her cupped hands, uncupping the top to reveal Jimmy, still lying there unmoving. He did allow his eyes to dart over to Grian and Joel though, whose own eyes widened as soon as they saw him.

 Immediately, Joel’s hands darted out and lifted Jimmy from Cleo’s palm before pulling him close. Jimmy relaxed as soon as he was back in the familiar hands, thankful he had ended up back with Grian and Joel after all of this. “Wha- Why do you have him!?” Joel then questioned as soon as he knew Jimmy was safe in his grasp.

 Cleo put her hands up. “Like I said, Bdubs found your doll on the ground and then came to me with it to see if I recognized who it belonged to.” 

 Grian and Joel exchanged a look, their eyes wide as they realized what was happening. “Right, yeah, our doll.” Grian said with a bit of a nervous chuckle. “Thank you for returning hi-um, it, to us. We didn’t even know we had lost…it.” Grian winced at his own words.

 “Of course. Least I could do.” Cleo said and then turned around with the intent of leaving but Joel stopped her.

 “Hey, wait. How did you even know this…doll was ours?” Joel said, feeling just as weird as Grian had at calling Jimmy a doll.

 Cleo raised an eyebrow at them and smirked. “Please. I’d recognize my own work anywhere.” She then turned back around and continued walking off. “I’ll see you two later!”

 Grian and Joel watched her leave, eyes wide in shock as they realized what Cleo had meant. Jimmy, too, felt stupid for not having realized sooner. “I-I guess she would recognize the clothes she made, huh?” Jimmy said.

 “Yeah…” Grian said but then trailed off and turned his focus onto Jimmy. “But forgetting that for a second, Jimmy, are you okay? What the heck happened?”

 “Yeah, the last thing Grian told me was that he dropped you off by a wall entrance and you were heading back to the dorm.” Joel said, his teeth clenched in worry. “And now Cleo comes up to us calling you a doll and saying Bdubs found you?!”

 “Um…well…” Jimmy squirmed a bit, looking down. He really should have just waited the party out. Or better yet, had just allowed Grian and Joel to have taken him home in the first place.

 Grian noticed Jimmy’s discomfort and sighed. “We’ll talk about this later. Let’s get you back to the dorm and away from this party first.” Jimmy nodded at that, thankful to be getting away from the party.

 Joel held Jimmy closer to his chest, hiding him from view as they started heading back to their dorm. Jimmy was prepared for a lot of worrying once they got back but for now, he simply leaned against Joel’s touch and allowed himself to relax.

[balkanradfem]

I have some good news! I am now in a possession of a smartphone that is not old and decrepit, and I'm going to tell you the story of how I got it.

I've been working, and the mother of the woman I work for was there. She's always been chatty and sweet to me and I feel relaxed around her. So at one point my phone falls out of my arms, hits the floor, and falls apart in three pieces. She sees this and reasonably gets worried, but I reassure her 'it's all good this happens every week', because my phone is so old that it doesn't break from falling apart, I just need to put the battery back in. She the asks me if I'd like her old phone, because she got a new one, just needs to set it up. And immediately I'm like 'Nooo that would be too much, I could never repay you, I'm sure there's someone else who needs it more'. And I leave the interaction.

And then the next day I'm thinking, maybe my reflexes to decline stuff are not that great. Someone on tumblr recommended me to ask for people's old phones, and I was there, rejecting them when they were offered to me. And I'm thinking, if only I could offer her something in return for the phone, then I could propose a trade.

Next week, I see her again! She complains to me about the price of chestnuts on the market, and I immediately hatch a plan; I can get this woman chestnuts for her phone. That way it is fair, I resolve an inconvenience and I get her old phone, perfect. So I actually take several hours to hype myself up to ask her, thinking of a way to ask her that wouldn't bring me into an uncomfortable situation. Maybe she's already promised her phone to someone else while I've been a coward. In the end, I'm like, okay, I'm going to take a shot and laugh it off if she says no. And I ask her 'hey, do you still have that old phone?' and she's saying 'Yeah, I'm still using it! My daughter didn't have time to set my new one, but maybe next week it'll happen.' And then I reveal that I've been thinking of bringing her a bag of chestnuts to trade for her phone, and she laughs me off and tells me not to bring anything, she'll just give me the phone when she gets her new one set up as she doesn't need this one anymore.

I don't see her next time, but time after that she's in there, and as soon as she sees me, she goes 'I brought you your phone!' and I'm just overjoyed that she remembered. After I was done with work she even found a charger and just left me with it. I thanked her dozen times and went home happy.

The phone I got was Samsung Galaxy, which is funny because my old phone is also Samsung Galaxy, I'm in the same boat. My sim card wouldn't fit into it because it needed to be smaller! I went to the sim provider center to ask them to give me a smaller one, and they did, as well as warned me that this new phone is going to eat up all the internet immediately, and that the mobile data is even turned on automatically every time I turn the phone on! I was expecting the first, but not the second. So I spent several hours figuring out how to stop that phone from using up the internet; I blocked every app from using data (except tumblr), I stopped all apps from updating (be yourself), I went into the settings of every app individually to stop them from using data in the background, and still when I turned on the mobile data, 50mb was eaten immediately (I opened tumblr app for one second). Gyns I only have 200 mb. So I'm thinking, mmmm, this won't work, I'm not going to be able to stop this thing from eating my humble 150mb in 3 seconds. So I took out the sim card, put it back in my old phone. New one is so big it wouldn't fit in my pocket anyway! And if I broke it I would feel terrible. So, I am still back on my old phone, which I love, and the new phone is going to serve a different function; it's going to be my camera.

The new phone has an incredible camera that allows me to take close-up photos, which means I've been taking pictures of every little flower, every droplet of water, and every plant I could find in the grass. The difference in quality is incredible. This thing can also take pictures in the night! Something my old phone cannot dream of doing. You're about to see high definition photos of garden, mushrooms, forest, and anything else I set my eyes on.

[lloydskywalkers]

I recently reread Skywalker syndrome (still as amazing as it was on day one like... holy shit your writing is so goddamn good-)and during the part where Lloyd argues with Wu I realized something and now I wanna ask

Do you think that some point during his recovery from Morro, Lloyd had this moment of snapping where he screamed at his uncle about keeping secrets like that and literally mentioning that this one nearly killed him?

asdsgfd thank you so much!! :D the Lloyd and Wu argument was possibly my favorite part to write, which is going to be incredibly ironic considering my answer to this.

Short answer: while I think Lloyd would feel very much hurt, I don’t think he would snap at Wu? At this particular point. Give him three more seasons of developing traumatic anger issues then he’d go off. 

Long (long, long, long) answer!

I think Wu is one of the people Lloyd would have the hardest time losing his temper with, especially considering the timing. Post-Sons of Garmadon Lloyd and Post-Possession Lloyd are in considerably different positions in life, but also weirdly similar ones, if you take into account that Possession Lloyd is coming off of Tournament of Elements (season 4), because from Lloyd’s view of things-

1) He's already been on his own prior to this, having lost Zane,

2) Kai, one of the most important people in his life and someone he looks up to, told him he never deserved to be the Green Ninja and is apparently angry enough to hurt him for that, and

3) He just lost his father, who he’s barely had at all, and it’s entirely on his own hands.

On top of that, you've got the whole letter fiasco, so Lloyd’s now left with the possibility that he himself might be a mistake. Obviously I think there’s a lot more that goes into Garm and Misako’s relationship than one letter, but Lloyd’s not exactly the most perceptive person in the world around season 4 :( 

All this to say that Lloyd is probably in a very terrible no self-confidence place of mind, which I have a billion zillion thoughts on because Lloyd’s literally never had a win he gets to keep — he defeats the Overlord but not really, and Zane has to pay the price to make up for that. He saves his father but not really because now he has to banish him. He keeps messing up and doing something wrong, but all he's done is follow what he's been told so he doesn't know what that is. The only thing he has is that the Green Ninja was supposed to win. Lloyd lost. 

Then you have Wu and Lloyd's relationship, which I think Lloyd values highly because for the most part, Wu is the most present family member in Lloyd's life. And for all that Garmadon and Misako love and care for him, Wu was the first person to give Lloyd a home. The first person to give him a place to belong, the first person to give him a chance, and the first person to truly believe in him. 

And as far as Lloyd can see, all he's done is failed to live up to that belief. So I think he’d be likely to see it less as Wu failing him, and more him failing Wu — maybe there was a reason Wu kept Morro from him, and maybe he won’t like the answer. 

I do think he’d be a lot more likely to snap about his dad’s monastery being turned into a tea shop, but I don’t think he’d reach boiling point quite yet. The other ninja might, though. Cole over here stuck as a ghost...

(Crystalized Lloyd, on the other hand! oh boy) 

Anyways there's cia’s tuesday night rant about Lloyd stay tuned for more nonsensical rambling :’D