#please someone tell me this is funny and I’ve not just completely lost it

[foolishsunshine]

screenshot redraw of that one scene from Tangled so I can finally get this out of my brain

[saphronethaleph]

“...because the council did not trust you, my young apprentice, I believe you are the only Jedi with no knowledge of this plot,” Sidious said, pulling on his cloak.

He frowned. “What are you doing, Vader?”

“I’m going to get proof,” Anakin replied, pressing some buttons on his comlink. “I don’t know if Obi-Wan was involved with the plot, and – I have to know.”

“Don’t-” Sidious began.

The comlink beeped, interrupting him, and Anakin lifted the device to his mouth.

“Obi-Wan!” he said.

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan replied. “Good news – General Grievous is dead. I’ve lost my lightsaber, though.”

Anakin hid a snort. “Right – that’s, uh, really funny. Listen, I’ve got some good news too.”

“You have?” Obi-Wan replied. “Let’s hear it – down, Boga, down! Sorry, Anakin, she’s a bit excited… you were saying?”

“The Chancellor’s dead,” Anakin said, winking at Sidious.

“What?” Obi-Wan asked. “How is that good news – how did he die? I swear, I leave Coruscant for two days-”

“The Jedi killed him,” Anakin explained.

“Why?” Obi-Wan said, sounding completely and honestly baffled. “Which Jedi? I don’t think they could all do it, after the first couple of dozen there simply wouldn’t be any politician left if nothing else – but why would they do that?”

“Because he’s a Sith, I think,” Anakin said, then corrected himself. “Was a Sith, I mean. Because he’s definitely dead now.”

There was silence from the comlink for a couple of seconds, interrupted by a sort of rippling hwaa hwaa sound from some kind of animal, and some blasterfire.

“Obi-Wan?” Anakin said.

“I’m sorry, Anakin, you did just drop an extremely large bombshell on me,” Obi-Wan said, sounding quite distracted now. “I’m rethinking the last several years. That means he was behind – he was behind the war, behind the invasion of Naboo, behind the assassination attempts on Padme, behind everything.”

Anakin blinked down at his comlink.

“...that’s… a good point,” he said, slowly, then glanced over at Sidious.

Who wasn’t where he’d been before.

Anakin kept turning, and saw that Sidious had pulled a bookshelf off the wall of his office and was halfway through getting into a concealed escape pod.

The Dark Lord of the Sith froze, staring back at Anakin.

“...there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for all this,” he said, waving his hand.

In hindsight, this would be the last error he would ever make.

Anakin was never one for perfectly reasonable explanations.

“...Anakin? Anakin?” Obi-Wan said, frowning at his comlink. “Anakin, you can’t just tell me something like that and then disappear… or, well, apparently you can but it’s very inconvenient.”

There seemed to be an awful lot of noise coming down the comlink, but none of it made much sense. In fact, it sounded like someone was testing a lightsaber in the middle of a thunderstorm, and Obi-Wan frowned at the little device before nearly losing his grip on it as Boga skidded to a halt next to Commander Cody.

“Sir,” Cody said, with a nod.

“Commander!” Obi-Wan replied. “Contact your troops – tell them to move to the higher levels. We’ll want to clear out this force and then move on Mustafar, though since the Sith Lord is dead that might actually mean this war is over soon.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, sir,” Cody replied, then tossed Obi-Wan his lightsaber.

Obi-Wan caught it. “Thank you, Commander! I do apologize-”

The comlink crackled again, and Obi-Wan dropped Boga’s reins so he could hold both devices at once without potentially cutting his head off. “Anakin!”

“Sorry about that, Master,” Anakin replied. “Bit of a workplace disagreement. Anyway, uh… Masters Windu, Fisto, Tiin and Kolar are all dead in the fight with the Chancellor. Please send help, there’s not many Councillors left and I don’t want to have to ask Master Nu what a quorum is…”

“Oh, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said, fondly. “I’m sure we’ll be able to rescue you from the deadly perils of procedure. Until then, ask Padme if you need advice.”

He paused.

“Do you have any names picked out yet, by the way? I’m quite partial to the name Ben. It has a nice sound to it, even as a middle name.”

He clicked the comlink off and set it to silent, smiling slightly.

“Getting the last word, General?” Cody asked.

“It’s about the only way I can, with Anakin, I find,” Obi-Wan agreed, pocketing the comlink. “Now, let’s see about clearing those upper levels. Come on, Boga!”

[fiber-optic-alligator]

For the one word prompts: caught?

For you, anon, you get Rodimus being a well-intentioned asshole! How fun!

WARNING: THIS STORY INCLUDES SAFE VORE. THIS THIS IS SOMETHING THAT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, THEN PLEASE DO NOT READ.

The night is dark, and you are alone. Sitting at the bar, voices and music mingle together and create a despondent melody which does nothing to ease your aching heart. You stare into the drink you are nursing; the amber liquid makes your lip curl with a grimace. Shaking your head, you push it away.

The bar is lively, yet lonely. You aren’t the only one here who is by themselves, yet the company of solitude isn’t one you wished for or anticipated. Gnawing resentment hollows out your gut. This is the last time you ever trust one of those stupid matchmaking apps. Stood up on the fifth date, and you don’t even know what you’ve done wrong. Is it your clothes? Does your breath smell? What about your hair? Is your personality shitty? You’ve spiraled through the panic and sadness, but now is time for the stage of dull anger. If they didn’t want to be with you, they at least could have told you properly. It’s a whole lot better than being completely left in the unknown.

Someone slides up into the stool next to you. No mind is paid on your part until they speak. “Rough night, huh?”

You lift your eyes to the man and take him in. He’s slouched forward with his arms crossed on the counter, head lowered a bit so he can see your face. His hair is held up by an orange headband, and he has a massive black flame tattoo rippling down his right arm. His eyes are curious and kind. His smile, though soft and without teeth, somehow dazzles you. He’s sort of dressed like he’s ready to go to an 80’s-themed Halloween party…but you can’t deny that he is quite handsome.

You huff and look back at your drink. “I’ll say.”

“It’s fine.” The man’s voice is smooth, practiced. You have a feeling he’s spoken to others in this exact same scenario before. “Plenty of people here are goin’ through it. But you…you seem more defeated than upset.”

You don’t appreciate this stranger butting into your private life while you’re wallowing in your misery. Shooting him a glare, you spit venom from your lips. “I didn’t ask for your pity, and I certainly don’t want it. Who even are you, and why the hell are you trying to talk to me?”

He holds up his hands placatingly. “Woah, woah. I’m not trying to start anything, if that’s what you’re worried about. I just…I saw you, alright? I saw you, and you looked…really down. Kinda tugged at my sparkstrings-uh, heartstrings-to see someone so sad like this. I thought…maybe I can help cheer you up.”

You give him an incredulous look. “Are you trying to hit on me by telling me you’re sad to see me alone at a bar?”

“What? No! Did you not hear a word I just said? You look like you could use some company, that’s all!”

“Well, I don’t want company. I want to be alone.” Your voice cracks a little. I feel like I’ll be alone for the rest of my life.

The man is silent, searching your features with those soulful auburn eyes. His voice is nearly a whisper. “Date chickened out on you?”

“...I guess it’s pretty apparent, isn’t it?”

“Not to be an asshole, but I kinda guess that’s the main reason why I see miserable people drinking alone at a bar.”

You laugh. It’s not a bitter sound, yet it isn’t totally happy either. It’s simply a sign of minor relief to be laughing at all. To feel your heart do that funny little jump that comes with being around someone who doesn’t make you feel totally lost. Despite only having met him a few minutes ago, this man has a charismatic aura about him that naturally pulls you in.

He grins. “Look at that. I got a laugh outta you. That’s a good start. Why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”

“I don’t tend to reveal just anything to strangers I’ve only known for less than 24 hours,” you reply.

“Touché. So why don’t we become more than strangers? I believe the term is…acquiescence?”

“Acquaintance.”

“Ah, right.” He rubs the back of his neck, sheepish. “Sorry. English…isn’t my first language. Anyway, what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you answer. “What’s yours?”

Panic crosses his face fleetingly. “Um…m-my friends call me…Roddy.”

“Roddy?” You raise an eyebrow. “That’s…interesting.”

“I know, I know, not ideal by people's terms. But it’s just what stuck.” He shrugs. “I like your name better. It’s pretty.”

“You think so?” you ask, unable to hide a genuine smile.

He nods. You are caught in his gaze, and there’s something distinctly captivating. His eyes make you want to believe every word he says. “Why would I lie? It’s a whole lot better than ‘Roddy.’ It’s…nice. I like saying it.”

“I’d hope you’d know better than to try and seduce someone who just got their heart broken.”

“Who says I’m trying to seduce you? Maybe I’m just trying to be your friend.” He laughs, then scoots towards you and dips his head down to peer at you through his lashes. “What, do you think I’m trying to seduce you?”

There it is. You know you’ve lost this battle. “God,” you grumble, ducking away to hide how red your cheeks are. “You are incorrigible.”

“C’mon, it’s making you feel better! You need to get your mind off what happened, right? Hanging out with a friend is exactly how to solve the problem!”

“We aren’t friends. We literally just met.”

He pauses and pouts, leaning back and crossing his arms. You think he almost looks hurt by your claim. “Don’t be like that. We could be friends. This is how humans get to know each other, right? Talking and laughing and bonding?”

You wrinkle your nose in a short chuckle. This guy has the weirdest ways of talking, but you don’t really mind it. You find it endearing. “All of that takes time. I’m not going to trust you instantly. Relationships always need to grow, platonic or not.”

He’s listening with a serious expression. He goes along with what you say, and you genuinely think he’s listening to you. When you’re done, he nods. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come on so forwardly, if I did. I…I’d like to be your friend. You seem like you could use one right now. And…I’m here to find one, too.”

“Finding friends in a bar? Are you sure that’s a good idea?” you ask.

He smiles. “I found you, didn’t I? You fit the bill. I can tell you’re kind…sweet. I think we’d be really good friends.” He reaches forward and brushes his fingers against the top of your hand. Something strange happens; there’s a jolt of static that makes your skin tingle, and a shiver goes down your spine. For a moment, your vision seems to swim, and you think you see flashes of red and orange and Roddy’s eyes turning a bright, alien blue. You blink, disoriented, shaking your head in a vain attempt to clear the sudden fog clouding your mind.

“So, what do you think?” Roddy asks, silky smooth. “Will you let me keep you?”

“Keep me…?” you echo.

“Keep as in…befriend. I want to show you there’s more to this universe than the sadness you’re experiencing. This world…Earth…is so small. Wonderful, but…tiny compared to what else is out there. So much to see, so much to do. So much to find. And guess what? I’m gonna find it all. You wanna come with me?”

“You’re confusing me,” you whisper. “I don’t know what you mean.”

He interlocks his fingers with yours. “Let me show you.”

He leads you out the back door into the bar’s parking lot. You feel like you are walking through a daze. You don’t know what’s happening to you, but you want to put your trust in this man. The way he looks back and gives you such a radiant grin, like the sun itself shining upon you, melts your heart.

In the back of the lot, a car awaits. It looks…retro, like him. Sleek, yet exceedingly loud, it’s some sort of muscle car with a host of red, orange, and yellow. Flame decals are painted across the hood. As the two of you draw closer, the lights turn on and the engine rumbles, growling with a pulse that runs through your bones and makes your heart stutter.

Something feels wrong.

It didn’t before. Roddy exudes no sense of danger. Yet this car…it’s off. Not normal. Alarm bells begin going off in your brain. Your feet drag you to a halt.

Roddy gives you an inquisitive look. “What’s wrong?”

You can’t take your eyes off of the car. “I…I don’t want to go near that thing.”

He winces, worrying at his bottom lip as he glances at the car with a concerning amount of confliction. He squeezes your hand.

“It’ll be okay,” he says. And then, his entire body ripples with a burst of static, and he disappears.

You don’t know what’s happened. Staring at your hand, you blink in shock. You can still feel the warmth of the man’s fingers pressed between yours. Was…was he even there at all? Did you imagine it? No, you couldn’t have. The car is still there. What the hell is going on?!

The car moves.

An alien sound emits from it as you watch it begin to shift in on itself before your very eyes. The mass of metal expands and grows, forming a pair of arms and legs, a torso twisting and snapping into place, massive shoulder blades heaving upward with a head rising up with sharp finials extending like dragon horns. Twin pairs of bright cyan optics open and immediately focus on you. You feel your heart drop straight into the pit of your stomach. It’s a robot. A car-turned-robot. You think you might have ingested too much alcohol, but the way the robot’s body whirs with the smooth sound of machinery as it takes a step towards you, the way you can feel the vibration of its feet hitting the pavement is so, so real, you know this is happening. This isn’t a hallucination.

You still don’t know where Roddy went.

The robot makes a purring noise, squatting down and extending a hand. Panic rips through you, and you stumble back, avoiding the reaching fingers. “No!” you shriek. “Stop! Don’t!”

It pauses and frowns, making a low whining noise. It shuffles closer and gestures for you to get closer. You wish to do no such thing; you want to get as far away from this monster as possible. What does it want with you? To kill you? Eat you? No, robots can’t eat. Is it going to abduct you?

Letting out a huff of exhaust, the robot’s eyes narrow resolvingly. It inches closer, and you continue to move back. There is nowhere to go. You can’t make a run for it. It’s faster. You can tell. There is no chance of escaping.

Your eyes flash to the bar’s back door. Not thinking about the possible consequences, you act only upon pure, desperate instinct. Like a deer bolting from a wolf, you whirl and pelt for the door, pushing every ounce of strength into your legs to propel yourself as quickly as possible. Get away. You need to get away.

You aren’t fast enough.

The robot slams its hand down on top of you. The breath is knocked from your lungs as metal presses you into the pavement. Fingers tightly cage you in, pinning your arms to your sides. Everything spins when you are lifted into the air, slowly, gradually. You cry out and struggle with all of your might, screaming bloody murder at the thing. “No! No! Stop! Stop it! Put me down!”

The robot warbles loudly. Is…Is this fucking thing laughing at you?

Well, all of your bravado goes out the door when it brings you close to its face. Bright optics study you with unsubdued excitement while huge metallic lips part. It grins triumphantly, making a multitude of loud purrs and hums while it turns you side to side like you’re some sort of exotic creature. Fear grips you; there’s so much terror in your soul, you can barely breathe. Too much. This is too much for one night. It’s been tumultuous, and now there’s a giant robot holding you and you might die, you might be-

The robot’s mouth opens wider. There’s a blue pulse deep within it that is the same color as its eyes. You see teeth bigger than your head loom closer as it draws you near, segmented tongue reaching to meet you.

Ah. So you’re going to be eaten, then.

Your scream is cut off when the robot carefully tosses you in. Jaws slam shut and artificial saliva soaks you as you are turned over and tasted again and again and again. Your mind reels with the overstimulation. Everything is happening at once and your brain isn’t keeping up with it. And when you feel the robot tilt its head back and begin pushing you backwards towards its awaiting throat, you can only think of one thing: doom.

Your fingers dig into the plush tongue, searching for any hold that will prevent you from going down. But it is to no avail; the robot simply raises the unbelievable muscle and gives you one last coaxing nudge. With a shriek, you are caught. The throat bobs and gives out a squelching glk. Blue light completely envelops you as you are squeezed and kneaded at all angles. It’s a long journey, one you are hardly conscious of since you nearly pass out from your terror. And when you make it to your final destination, there is no letting up in the embrace. Walls of muscle made out of strange, squishy cables filled with pumping pink liquid force you to sink into their warmth. By god, you are so warm. The robot’s stomach gurgles happily, giving you long repetitive squeezes. You aren’t in any pain. But you are exhausted from the mental and physical strain being eaten alive has exposed you to.

Lying on your stomach, you try to push yourself up in order to fight. The stomach senses this and hugs you even tighter. Your arms shake with fatigue, and you fall back down into the puddle of saliva you landed in. There’s no use fighting. You can’t get out.

Somewhere above you, the robot is purring. A steady hand presses against you from the outside and begins lightly massaging your little form. You let out a weak groan that is meant to be words; perhaps a plea for mercy, or maybe a string of curses. Whatever the intention might be, you don’t have the energy to properly form it. Right now, all you want to do is sleep.

So you do. You are out like a light, pink being the last thing you see. All the while, Roddy’s words repeat themselves to you, over and over and over again. “Will you let me keep you?”

It seems he’s decided not to give you a choice.

[olivexii]

⁀➷ ┄─ ˑ IV . ☆ ──ㅤ Knee Socks

Joseph Descamps x reader

Chapter 4

Masterlist

Warnings: Smoking

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐

“What’s going on between you and Descamps?” Simone asked me as we walked to school. The weather was worse than the last couple of weeks, clouds looming over and turning everything gray.

“What do you mean?”

“Some people saw you walking with him after school yesterday.”

“Oh right. I didn’t have an umbrella, so he let me use his. There’s nothing going on.” I reassured her.

“Good. Stay away from him, he’s bad news.” Michèle warned as we neared the school, pupils now flooding around us.

I didn’t respond to them, only focusing on not walking into someone. Simone was looking off towards Jean-Pierre, I guessed she was happy that he only got off with a warning, but there was something else in that look.

“Why are you looking at Jean-Pierre like that?” I whispered so Simone so Michèle wouldn’t hear.

“W-what?”

“You’re looking at him funny.”

“I’m not.” She stuttered out, a mix of happiness and concern on her face as she looked between me and the older boy.

“Do you like him?”

“Do I like him? I’ve barely spoke to him why would I like him!” She whispered.

“You compared him to Alain Delon the other day.”

“Yeah but… Just don’t tell anyone, please.” She turned to look at me, holding her pinky out.

“I wouldn’t do that to you.” I replied connecting our fingers.

“Thank you Y/N.” She smiled.

As we walked past Jean-Pierre and his friends, Simone kept turning around and smiling at him, Michèle completely oblivious.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The previous week we had been doing multiple, beginning of term tests. Revision for it took up most of my time, meaning I hadn’t been able to go out a lot, only rarely for errands.

“Laubrac, some progress. That’s 4.” The teacher said as he handed the marked tests back. Most of the class laughed at this, while some remained silent.

I averaged in most classes, earning between 12-15, which I was proud of considering I didn’t really pay attention in some of the classes.

Annick usually scored higher than everyone, as well as Felbec. They both always came top of the class. Descamps however, didn’t do as well, scoring around 7 or 8 on every test.

The teachers forgave him though, considering he had lost an eye and experienced trauma. The bandage was soon replaced with a brown eye patch, which suited him more.

The next class I zoned out in, watching as the rain dropped down the window and made a soft patting sound.

“You are all going to prepare a presentation, but in pairs.”

My head snapped towards the teacher at this. Presenting in front of a class, especially with boys in the room, is horrible.

“I’m going to be picking these pairs, because if you were to work with your friend, you will get nothing done.” The teacher says as he looks towards Descamps and Dupin, who just laughed in response.

“Every pair of students will then present their work to the class.” I internally groaned at this, anxiety already building up inside of me. The teacher then began listing names off of the register.

“Sabiani and Pichon?” This pair made the class laugh, especially the boys in the back corner of the room, knowing they were going to bully Pichon because of it.

“Hey look, Pichon’s blushing. He’s turned pink like a pig!”

“That’s enough, Dupin.” The teacher called, sounding fed up of them.

“Do we have to work together in pairs, sir?” Annick raised her hand, Pichon looking at her in sadness.

“That’s the whole point of this exercise, and most importantly, your pair’s average, will be your grade.”

He then continued to rattle off some more names. Michèle was partnered with a random boy, and Simone was partnered with Applebaum.

“L/N and Descamps?”

I internally groaned again at this, picking at my fingernails before slowly looking back at Descamps. He had a small smirk plastered on his face, looking at Dupin before turning to look at me.

I wasn’t happy to be working with Descamps, knowing I would probably be the only one getting work done. But I wasn’t disappointed either, this way I get to know him a bit more.

“How does that sound?” The teacher asked happily once he had partnered everyone up.

Nobody replied, some looking at their partner and smiling while others just faces the front, not amused.

The bell rang, and everyone scrambled to grab their things.

“I feel sorry for you Y/N, having to work with Descamps. Surely you can ask to change?” Simone said as we walked down the school stairs, heading for break.

“I’m sure it will be fine. He won’t do any work anyway, so I can do the presentation on whatever I want.” I smiled back.

“Yeah, I guess that’s an advantage.” Michèle shrugged as we went to sit down on the benches outside.

“Me and Simone are going to ask if we can work together. We don’t really feel comfortable working with a boy after what happened a couple of weeks ago.” Michèle said, fiddling with her hands on her lap.

“I don’t blame you, I don’t feel comfortable either but, it’s either Descamps or a random boy I don’t know.” I shrugged and they agreed with me.

Michèle starts talking, while Simone smiles, looking into the distance. I look in the direction she is, and Jean-Pierre is walking towards us, a book in his hand.

“Here, this is yours.” He says to Michèle, holding it out to her, “I put it in my bag by mistake.”

“Thanks.” The girl smiles.

“Bye then.” He walks away abruptly, Simone’s smile fading when he didn’t even glance at her.

“English isn’t the problem for me, it’s maths.” Michelè begins to rant, “I got three out of twenty on the last test.”

“Three out of twenty isn’t so bad.” Simone sighs, still looking at Jean-pierre. I nudge her slightly with my elbow, smiling.

“L/N. Can we talk?” A voice comes from behind. All three of us turn around at the same time. Descamps is stood there, not looking at the other two, just me.

“Uhm sure.” I say wearily, looking at the other two girls, who are just glaring the boy down. He starts to walk away, and I stand up to follow him, leaving my bag with the two girls.

Once we made it a fair distance from Simone and Michèle he turns to me, leaning his back against the wall that we walked towards.

“We’ll have to go to your place, for the project.” He says, not looking at me, just pulling a cigarette and lighter out of his pocket.

“Why mine?” I ask, pulling my cardigan closer to my body, the September air hitting me.

“Because we can’t go to mine.” He blows smoke, looking straight ahead.

“Why?”

“Because. We can’t go to mine.” He says more sternly this time.

“We can’t go to mine either.”

“Why not?” He turns to me.

“My brother, he doesn’t like it when I have boys in the house. My mother is the same.” I cross my arms over my chest and look up at him.

“What? What if you tell them it’s for a school project.”

“I don’t know how they’ll feel.” I shrug.

“Oh well. Meet me after school. We can go straight to yours.” He turns away to take another drag of his cigarette and blow the smoke away from me.

“Okay, by the school gates?”

“Yes.”

I nod at him awkwardly.

“Is there anything else you wanted to say, or is that it?” I ask him, tilting my head.

He hesitates for a moment, before mumbling that he had nothing else to say, and walks off towards his friends.

I stand there for a few seconds, watching him, before turning on my heel and walking back towards the two girls on the bench.

“What was that about?” They asked once I had sat down.

“Nothing, just the project.” I shook my head, still thinking about the interaction.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Like he said, Joseph was sat on a wall by the school gates, smoking again. As I approached him he turned to me and threw the cigarette away, stomping on it once he had came down from the wall.

“Sorry if you waited long, I was talking with Simone and Michèle.”

“It’s fine, had the chance to have a cigarette anyway.” He nodded, “Are we going?”

“Yeah.”

Everyone had left by now. The streets were silent except for the occasional rumble of a passing car.

“So, what did you want to do the project on?” I asked, turning to him as we walked up my street.

“Not sure, you can figure that out.” He replied, looking between his feet and the street ahead.

“Okay. Are you going to do anything in this project?”

“If you tell me to.” He replied, smirking at the ground.

“Descamps you have to do something, it can’t just be me that would be unfair.” I said when we approached my house.

“I will do something. I’ll be emotional support for you.”

“Oh, as if you know what emotional support is.” I laughed, opening the door, “Michael!”

My brother came out from the kitchen as we stood in the doorway.

“This is Descamps. We have to do a project for French.” I told him.

“Why are you with a boy?” He asked, chewing on an apple.

“We got paired up by the teacher.” I shuffled on my feet, gripping my bag tighter.

“Right, okay. Keep your door open and both of you don’t sit on the bed at the same time.” Michael replied, pointing his finger between us as he glared Descamps down.

“Yeah I know.” I sighed and walked past him, Descamps closing the front door and following.

“Door open!” My brother called as we walked up the stairs.

“I know!”

As I walked into my room, setting my bag down on a chair, taking my cardigan off and putting it on the back of the chair as well. Joseph stood in the doorway, looking around.

“What are you doing?” I asked, turning around to him and leaning my hand on my chair.

“You live here?”

“Yes…”

“You look like you do.” He said, taking his jacket off.

“Is that supposed to be an insult?” I took his jacket off of him and hung it on a hook with my cardigans.

“No.” He replied simply, turning around to slightly shut the door, leaving about a 4 inch gap.

“So,” He turned to me, “What do you want to do the project on?”

“Camus?”

“Sounds good.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

After about 15 minutes of me researching books and writing notes, Descamps finally spoke up.

“Why do you hang around with Michèle?” He said, leaning against the headboard of my bed.

“What?” I replied, sitting on the floor and leaning against the bed frame, open books scattered around me.

“I don’t get why you like her so much.”

“She’s my friend.”

“She’s an attention seeker. You don’t deserve to be around people like that.”

“She’s not an attention seeker.” I sigh, looking up at him and putting down the book I was holding.

“Did you see the way she was dressed on the first day.”

“It was a hot day. Anyway you could have ignored her but you decided to pour water all over her.”

“She’ll get over it.” He said, sitting up more and looking away from me.

I continue to look at him before picking up the book and going back to reading.

“He only got off with a warning.”

“Hm?” I hummed, not looking up from my book.

“Jean-Pierre. He only got off with a warning, while I’m stuck with an eye patch for the rest of my life.”

I turn around fully to face him, leaning my arm on the top of the bed by his legs.

“Yeah it’s not fair, I get that. You have every right to be mad at him. Besides, you look cool with an eye patch.”

“You think?” He turns to look at me, smiling and sitting up more.

“Yeah, it suits you.”

He laughs and gets up from the bed, moving a few books to the side to sit next to me on the floor.

“You should sit on the bed for a bit, the floor can get uncomfortable.”

“Won’t you be uncomfortable though?”

“No, I’ll be fine.” He shook his head and looks down at his lap.

“Thank you.” I say, putting my hand on his shoulder to pull myself up and going to lean against the wall, my legs now a few inches away from the back of his head.

“Is there anything I could do?” He says, turning around to look at me.

“Umm… I guess you could make a few notes on the context of L'etranger. I was going to do that next anyway.” I replied, sitting up and leaning down to pick up a book and give it to him.

He takes the book as I stand up. Walking over to my desk to get a pen and some paper for him, I feel his eyes following me. I smile slightly and turn around.

“Here.” I say, handing him the stuff.

“Thanks.” He takes them and opens the book.

I go to sit down next to him on the floor, picking up my own book and carrying on reading.

“Aren’t you going to sit on the bed?” He turned to me.

“I’m making sure you don’t mess the project up. It goes towards my grade as well.” I reply, leaning my head against my bed frame.

“R-right.” The boy says, maintaining eye contact with me but not saying anything else.

“Y/N?” I hear from down the corridor, my mother’s footsteps becoming louder, before she enters the room. “Your brother said you’re working on a project with a boy.”

“Y-yes. This is Joseph Descamps.” I say, sitting up straight.

Descamps stands up and goes to shake my mother’s hand, “Hello.”

“Are you staying for dinner?” She asks.

He turns to look at me questioningly, and I give him a nod.

“If that’s alright.” He looks back around.

“Yes that’s fine. It’s nice to know Y/N is actually making friends and she’s not just hauled up in her room like she always is.”

I feel my face turn red at this and rest my head against the palm of my hand. Joseph turns around laughing at me, putting his hands in his pockets as my mother walks away.

“I like her.” He carries on laughing as he goes to sit down next to me, closer this time.

My face goes even redder at the close distance between us, and I try to distract myself by reading.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“So, Joseph, have you lived here for a while?” My mother asks, trying to break the silence around the table while we eat.

“Yeah, my whole life, in two different houses though. The first one was just outside of the city, but now I live a few streets down from here.” He replies after swallowing a mouthful of carrots.

“That’s nice. I’m guessing you like it here then.”

“Yeah, sometimes.” He replies, before turning his head to me, asking me to say something so he could get a break.

“How was work?” I ask my mother.

“It was alright, a lot of customers at the shop.”

I nod, not knowing what to say next. My brother, sat across from Joseph doesn’t say anything, just eating his food and staring down the boy across from him, making the whole situation more awkward.

When we had finished eating, I took all of the plates to the kitchen, offering to help my mother clean up.

“Should I go pack away the books upstairs?” Joseph asks me.

“Yeah, thank you. I think we’ve done enough for today.” I smile, which he returns and starts making his way up the stairs.

I clean everything up for a few minutes before making my way upstairs. Descamps is sat down, stacking all of the books neatly at the foot of my bed.

“Thank you.” I smile at him.

He looks up at me standing over him before holding his hand out to me. I take it and pull him up.

“I should probably get going now, it’s getting dark.” He says, walking past me to my door and taking his coat off the hook.

“I’ll walk you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I have nothing better to do.” Walking to grab my cardigan, I notice it’s not in its usual place, placed on the seat of the chair instead of the back of it. Weird.

I put it on anyway and turn to Joseph, who’s stood watching me.

“C’mon.” He says, and walks out of my room. I smile at him behind his back.

Once we made our way downstairs we go to my mother.

“Thank you for the meal madam.” Descamps says as he sticks his hand out towards her.

“You’re welcome. You’ll have to come over again, I have a lot more questions to ask you.” She smiles, shaking his hand as he laughs.

“Let’s go before it’s dark.” I tell him, smiling at my mother as I gently grab the boys arm and walk towards the door.

We exchange goodbyes, and as soon as I close the door behind me I let out a sigh.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m just tired.”

“Are you sure.” He says, stepping towards me.

“I’m sure. Let’s get going, it’s getting dark.”

“Want to get rid of me that easily?” He smiles.

“Yes.” I say sarcastically, laughing as we start to walk.

After a few minutes I notice we had gotten closer to each other, our shoulders almost touching. I look up at him, admiring his face underneath the golden street laps. Why is he so horrible to Michèle, but completely fine with me?

The boy turns to look at me, and I quickly look away, now focusing on my shoes as he laughs quietly to himself.

“This is my house.” He says and stops outside of a brown door. He turns to me, not saying anything.

“Oh, you don’t live that far away.”

He shakes his head, still looking at me.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I start, not knowing what else to say.

“See you tomorrow.” He replies, smiling as he goes to open his door.

Quickly, I stand on my toes and kiss his cheek before quickly turning around and walking away, not wanting to see how he reacted.

After walking a few feet, I turn my head back, and he’s still stood there looking at me, hand on the doorknob, and a blush on his face.

I smile to myself and carry on walking home.

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

A/N: how on earth do i put a submission box on my profile i don’t know how to use tumblr 😭

[rotthepoet]

hiii,

as someone who only recently started poking their nose into this, help i am so confused T-T do you have like a slythering boys 101 or something i am so lost on them and their personalities q-q

- 🦆 anon (it/its) (<- if that‘s still free)

O H M Y G O D S

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ME FOR A FULL RUN DOWN EHEHEHEHHWHEHE THANK YOU

okay so essentially the Slytherin boys consist of about 5-7 boys. Draco Malfoy(canon), Blaise Zabini(Canon), Theodore Nott(canon character, will explain), Mattheo Riddle(Fanmade), Lorenzo Berkshire(Fanmade), Tom Riddle(the third. Fanmade, not the dead one), and Regulus Black(Fanmade, again not the dead one)

You’ll typically see Draco, Blaise, Mattheo, Lorenzo, and Theodore being written about, but its not hard to find Tom Riddle and Regulus Black content either.

So like? Who are these people?? How did they come to be??

We already know Blaise and Draco, they frequent both the books and movies so i’m not going to spend a lot time talking about them.

Draco is just about canon Draco. I can’t think of anything that really changes about him in the fandom.

Blaise has a lot less book/screen time than Draco so a lot of people have taken it upon themselves to characterize him. I see him as a very posh, haughty, quiet person. I think he’s at least half Italian even if he doesnt speak the language, but that differs person to person.

Okay here’s where it gets a bit complicated so stay with me(if you need clarification on anything PLEASE feel free to dm me or send in another ask <3)

Theodore Nott

Mentioned in the books maybe twice, all we know is he’s a slytherin pureblood with some h e a v y ties to Voldemort. Because we have so little information on Theodore, all of it’s basically made up.

Basic information:

He’s fancasted as Lorenzo Zurzolo, and Theodore himself is Italian and completely fluent in the language. You’ll mostly see clips of him from the show Baby(netflix)

Most people agree that his mom is dead, but i’ve seen some fics where shes alive and just ill, and i’ve seen fics where shes alive and just absent. I characterize Theo as a total mamas boy, but again its up to the author.

His dad seems to be abusive or neglectful. Again, death eater dad who is pretty much besties with Voldemort. Daddy issues

I characterize him as best friends with Mattheo Riddle(explain later) because of their family ties, but they truly get along.

He’s an avid smoker with a pension for ciggies, but i’ve also seem him characterized a few times as the Hogwarts plug which i think is SO fun.

He’s this really quiet, observant, yet flirtatious character. He’s a ladies man but still a heart breaker. Everyone wants to sleep with Nott, and thats okay.

Mattheo Ridde

Mattheo comes from a draco x reader fanfic called Possesive by yasmineamaro. I think you can still find it on Wattpad. He’s completely fanmade.

Basic Information:

He’s fancasted by Benjamin Wadsworth, and you’ll mostly see clips of him from the show Deadly Class

He’s the son of Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange, and depending on if the author believes in Tom Riddle the Third, Mattheo is the second child.

Again, Avid smoker, also I see him as a heavy drinker. Type of guy to come into class reeking of pot and act like nothing happened.

Fights galore man. Imagine having the dark lord as your dad, no doubt he was fuckin traumatized as a child. Imagine Ominis Gaunt from Hogwarts Legacy, the Guants were FUCKED UP(Gaunts actually became the riddles so this tracks) and often used unforgivables on their own children for discipline. Cant imagine Voldemort wouldnt do the same.

He is angry, he is mean, he is actually really funny and sweet once you talk to him(can we tell i have a favorite?) but getting through that hard outer shell sucks.

Also depicted as a major playboy.

Tom Riddle(the Third)

Oh boy. No idea where he came from, and tbh I see him WAY less often than anyone else. Its really a 50/50 if the author follows him being… real.

Basic information

Okay i don’t really write for Tom so.. bear with me here.

He’s casted as… just Tom Riddle from the Movies. Its just him. I think Tom Riddle second actually got a new fancast but… i dont really care :P

Heir to the Dark Lord, oldest child(again, when he exists, so don’t be surprised to see single child Matty)

Really just copy/paste book tom riddle into a new, young character.

He’s scary asf, academic weapon, also a ladies man but will drop them IMMEDIATELY after he fucks em

Idk what else to say here tbh? Maybe someone else can explain Tom better 😫

Lorenzo Berkshire

No clue how this fucker came to be, I fucking HATE him. Fanmade and BITCHY. JK just got corrected he’s from a draco x oc on wattpad called Filthy by babynaomi

Basic Information:

Fancasted by Louis Partridge, you’ll most likely see clips from Enola Holmes.

Bastard son of Mr. Berkshire and Bellatrix Lestrange which relates him to the Riddles.

I see Lorenzo being this bestie little trio with Theo and Mattheo. But Matt and Theo are way more likely to hang out with eachother than alone with him.

Suppeeeeeeer bitchy. Someone had a DR scenario where he would fuck everygirl he could, write their name down in a little black book, and each girl was worth different points based on blood status.

This guy sucks fr.

Actually some people characterize him as really sweet and fluffy.

I am not one of those people.

Regulus Black

No ideas where this guy came from. He’s literally just dead regulus copy and pasted into an alive, younger regulus. Supposedly the child of Sirius Black and some random woman?

Basic Information

He’s fancasted as Timothee Chalamet, so is dead regulus, its really confusing.

I dont write for him. Really, I dont know what to tell you

I’ve seen him portrayed as an artist?? Erm… again, i really dont know

Sorry pookie 😫

But!! This is fanfiction! And you can make uo all your own information for these guys because theyre not real!! Thats like.. the essential run down i suppose?? If youre confused about anything just let me know 🥰 really, it looks all intimidating but these characters are super easy to understand. Try poking around tiktok for POVS, silly as they are(dont @ me i read them too😫) theyre really helpful for understanding personalities. I remember being super confused when i first found em too.

[dumplingsjinson]

List of angst prompts (pt. 3)

“You meant the world to me.” “That’s past tense. Why is it past tense?” 

“You’ve got issues, and I’m done dealing with them for you.”

“Congratulations! You’ve completely broken my heart. Want the shattered and irreparable pieces as your prized possession?”

“Because you’re never the one in the wrong, are you? It’s always someone else.”

“Hey. At least I’m dying happy in your arms.” “Don’t— don’t fucking say that, you moron. You’re not going to— to die. Stay with me, okay? Please—” 

“So with whom did I actually fall in love with this whole time?” “…I’m sorry, please just let me—” “No. No, you’re not fucking sorry. I loved you so fucking much and yet this whole thing was a lie? Are you serious?” 

“Because I never mattered to you, did I?”

“You did all this for their attention?”

“I regret everything.”

“You keep taking me for granted.”  

“You’re not them.”

“I hope they hurt you the way you hurt me.”

“Why can’t you just admit you fucked up for once? For once in your life, why can’t you just own up to your mistakes?”

“Are you finally tired of me?”

“Please stay.” “I can’t.”

“This is all your fault.”

“Why is it so hard for you to say that you love me?” 

“Please don’t be a stranger.” 

“I hate that I want you.” 

“I wish we never happened.”

“You left me hanging on by a thin thread.”

“What is wrong with you? No, seriously, what the fuck?”

“Forever, you say? Isn’t that what you promised me last time? Yet that became one of your many broken promises.”

“Have you ever thought that maybe you’re just not ready for this?”

“You ran everything into the ground.”

“I used to think I can’t live without you. Now that’s not the case anymore. And I think that’s… Very fucking sad, because you were once so, so important to me.” 

“Was I ever, even for one second, enough for you?”

“Please stay? Just this once is all I’m asking for.”

“What other secrets have you been keeping from me?” “I only did this to keep you safe—” “That’s bullshit if I’ve heard of any.”

“I didn’t want to fall in love with you.”

“You’ve given me all the reasons to hate you.” “Well, do you hate me?” “I don’t. And that’s the worst part of it all.”

“Don’t you think we’ve dragged this out for too long?”

“You’re a lost cause.”

“What a heap of wasted potential.”

“So you thought it was funny to play with my feelings.”

“Looking at you hurts.”

“Why won’t you ever listen to me?!”

“It has always been you, and now I wish that isn’t the case.”

“Just give me one reason; one reason why I should stay.”

“Stay away.” 

“When did our love turn into an obligation to stay together?” 

“I swear I will change.” “That’s what you said last time.”

“You think we’ll ever recover from this?” “Honestly? No.”

“I need you to tell me the truth.”

“You were never mine to begin with.”

“You don’t fucking own me.”

“I gave it my all. You know that.” “…But did you really?”

“You’re not blameless here, you know?” 

“You know I’m bad for you, yet you keep coming back. Why are you so foolish?”

“I wish you nothing but the worst.” 

(pt. 1) || (pt. 2)

[jerzwriter]

A Different Fate - Final Chapter

OMG, it took me entirely too long to complete this, but I'm so happy now that it's done! I am so, so grateful to the anonymous (to you, not to me 😉) donor to the Write for Gaza project, who requested I finish this by the end of January. Well - I did it! And thank you so, so much - I can't tell you how much it means!

A Different Fate - Series Masterlist

Book: Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (past)

Featuring: Tobias Carrick, Sienna Trinh

Rating: Teen

Words: 3,700

Category: Short-Series/AU/Lost Love

Summary: Ethan's first attempt to talk to Casey didn't work out, but now, with Tobias & Sienna's help, will it finally work out? Or will they have to resign and accept their fate?

A/N: When I started this, it was supposed to be a one-off, and now, I'm finally done after 5 parts! It's funny how these things take on a life of their own. I know a few of you have been very anxious for this to post, and I thank you for your extraordinary patience. I hope you find it's worth it in the end! @choicesjanuary2024 Day 23 - Hope Ethan x Kaycee Masterlist | My Full Masterlist

The bus jolted forward the moment the light turned green, jostling its passengers around like dolls—every passenger except for Sienna Trinh. Growing increasingly impatient with her “charge,” she sat firmly in place, arms crossed defiantly before her chest.  

“This is a stupid idea!” She said, slapping a startled Ethan’s arm across the bus aisle.

“Oww!”

“Don’t oww, me!” She fired back. “You blew my advice off yesterday, and look how well that went. Maybe you should listen to me now.”

“I know,�� Ethan droned. “But this is different.”

“Si, I have to agree with Ethan on this one,” Tobias said, his face twisting as he realized his words. “Shit! It hurt more than I expected to say that.”

“Thanks, pal.”

“Don’t mention it,” Tobias smirked. “Si, he can’t do this right now. He’d have to ambush her at work, and you see how well that went. We have a plan in place; it will be fine.”

“Normally, I’d agree with you, but I’m done tempting fate with these two. Something always goes wrong.”  

“Look, the bonehead has put it off eight years. It can wait another eight hours to ensure it’s done right.”

“You know,” Ethan interrupted, “it might be helpful if the two of you wouldn’t talk about me like I wasn’t here.”

Sienna turned to him, brow raised. “It would be great if you didn’t need the two of us here to make sure you don’t blow it!”

“She makes a point,” Tobias nodded, pleased with Ethan’s exasperation.

“Can we stick to the point?”

“The point is, you’ll speak to Kaycee tonight.”

“Yeah, after your date,” Ethan chuckled ruefully. “

“It’s not a date!” Tobias spat. “You know damn well I’m just going to the party with her to get that asshole Douglas off her back.”  

Ethan shot a half-doubtful look.

“Really?” Tobias said incredulously. “I’ve been rooting for you two since she left Boston, and this is how you treat me? Trust me, Ramsey, all Kaycee wants is you, and the last thing I’d ever want is to have you as a metamour.”

Sienna’s nose scrunched. “A meta-what?”

Tobias waved her off with a chuckle. “Trust me, Si, you’re better off not knowing. Now, stop worrying. I’ll take Kaycee to the party, give the creepy doctor a few death stares, and after a drink or two, I’ll mention you’re in town, play wingman, then you swoop in for the grand finale. We’ve got it under control.”

“Yeah,” Sienna rolled her eyes. “With you two at the wheel, what could possibly go wrong?”

~~~~~

“I’m coming!” Kaycee clumsily rushed across her apartment to answer the door, slipping into her silver heels along the way. She opened the door breathless but stunning nevertheless. “Hey,” she smiled.

A grin spread across Tobias’s face; he had forgotten how well Dr. MacClennan cleaned up. With her long blonde curls cascading over her shoulder, barely skimming the bodice of her strapless ice-blue gown, she looked more like someone who spent her day posing for Vogue than saving lives in scrubs.

“What do you think?” she grinned.

“What do I think? If this is how you look for a fake date, what the hell do you do on real ones? How many heart attacks have you been responsible for, MacClennan?” 

“Shit!” She said with a stomp of her foot. “I screwed up! I shouldn’t have brought you tonight!”

“Oh, why?”

“I should have invited Dr. Douglas himself! If I knew cardiac arrest would be the result, well, that would be one way to be rid of him.”

Tobias burst out laughing. “I forgot just how wicked you could be.”

Slipping an earring in, she winked. “I’d feel guilty about it ten minutes later. Not guilty enough to start CPR, but guilty all the same."

"Well, I'm happy to provide a less lethal way of getting rid of Dr. Jackass.”

She grabbed her clutch off the side table and looked at Tobias, casually leaning against the door.   She swore he hadn’t aged a day, still wearing that signature confident swagger as well as he wore his dark, tailor-made suit. She crossed her arms and shook her head disapprovingly.

“What?” He asked, checking his attire to see if something was wrong. “Do I not clean up as well as you?”

“Too well. If word gets out that I’m dating you, no one will ask me out again. They’d be afraid of the competition.”

He chuckled softly, visions of Ethan in his mind. “Well, let’s hope it won’t come to that.”

Stepping to Kaycee’s side, he offered his arm. “Shall we?”

“Let’s go!”

~~~~~

The party was exactly what one would expect to cap off the career of a renowned doctor from one of the top hospitals in the world. The rooftop ballroom’s floor-to-ceiling windows provided a panoramic view of the City’s famed skyline; fairy lights scattered throughout the room illuminated it with an ethereal glow. Warm notes from the piano wafted through the air, competing with the gentle hum of convivial chatter as tuxedoed waiters distributed flutes of  Dom Perignon. Tobias and Kaycee were on a mission and played the part of an enamored new couple so well that they earned envious stares, not only from Dr. Douglas but from several others as well. But as much fun as that was, Tobias couldn’t get his mind off his primary goal of the night: getting Ethan and Kaycee together. He looked at his watch. She only wanted to stay two hours, and they were about to hit that mark.

“Hey,” he whispered, “Wanna take a spin around the dancefloor before we blow this joint? Make this look legit?”

Wordlessly placing her empty champagne flute on a passing waiter's tray, she took Tobias’s hand and led him to the dancefloor. Ironically, finding the most privacy they’d had all night. 

“Dancing was a good idea,” she said. “Everyone knows I wouldn’t leave a party without dancing... and it’s not like you’re a stick in the mud that would refuse me.”

“Kacyee, it would be difficult for anyone to refuse you.”

“Yeah,” she smiled sadly, “You’d be surprised.”

“I don’t know about that. For Christ's sake, you used to get Ramsey to dance back in the day. I thought only an act of God could accomplish that!”

Kaycee’s body tensed, and her feet seemed to forget what they were supposed to do. As she stood still on the dance floor, Tobias looked her in the eye.

“I’m sorry, did I overstep?”

Kaycee shook her head and continued to dance. “It’s been so nice seeing you, but it takes me back, and sometimes, that can be hard, you know?”

“Yeah, I do. It takes me back, too, but is that such a bad thing? We had some good times.”

“Ha! It all depends,” she chuckled. “Do you have a time machine? Because I’d be happy to go back, but only if I could write a different fate.”   

“I can’t do that,” he sighed. “Not the time machine part, but... maybe I can help with the different fate.”

Her brow furrowed. “What?”

“Come on,” he said, taking her hand. “Follow me.”

Kaycee remained silent as they ran down the plushly carpeted hall. But, when they found an empty banquet room, she wanted answers.

“OK, we’re alone now. What’s going on?”

“I want to talk to you about Ethan.”

Kaycee shook her head, throwing her hands in the air in frustration.   

“We did that. We had that conversation at dinner the other night. We don’t need to do it again.”

“Did we have that conversation? Because as far as I remember, I didn’t tell you that he was here.”

“He’s what? He’s here... like in New York?”

“I’ll do one better,” he smiled. “He’s sitting at the bar in the lobby.”

Her eyes narrowed, and Tobias wasn’t sure if he saw shock or anger flickering in them.

“You told me he was in Boston. You said he refused to come with you!”

“He was. Or at least I thought he was. But when I got to my hotel that night, he was there.”

She crossed her arms smugly. “So he came to attend the conference. Right?”

“Nope. He didn’t come for the conference. He came here for you.”

“For me?” Her voice cracked. “He came here for me. Yet he’s been in town for two days and hasn’t reached out to me once.”

“Well... about that. He did. He stopped by Langone yesterday and sort of heard you tell Dr. Douglass that you had a thing... for me.”

Kaycee felt her stomach drop. “No!”

“Yes.”

“No, no, no, no! He doesn’t really think I want you, does he?”

“Hey, don’t act so disgusted!” Tobias said defensively. “Believe it or not, most people would kill to get with this... but Ethan knows you’re not one of them. I can’t give you a time machine, but you can give yourself a second chance.”

She remained silent, her heart beating faster as she stared out the window into the night.

“Tobias, it’s taken me eight years to say his name without crying. To recall our time together and feel whistful, not just sad. I’m content with my life here, and if I open that door and it slams shut once again... I don’t know that I could take it.”

“Kaycee, you’re right. Eight years have passed, and a lot has changed. Like you – you’re not a young, wide-eyed resident anymore. You have a brilliant career that can only be attributed to one thing – and that’s you. No one could dare say you made it because you were involved with him. You love each other. Why keep denying it.”

“He loves me?” She asked. “He used those exact words.”

“Well, he didn’t actually say the words, but... why would he say them to me? Why don’t you give him a chance... to say them to you?”  

“But Tobias,” she said with a quiver in her voice. “What if... what if it doesn’t work?”

“But Kaycee... what if it does?”

~~~~~

Boston and Philadelphia had skyscrapers for sure, but neither city could hold a candle to New York, and right now, Kaycee couldn't be more grateful to the town she now called home. Sixty-eight floors, she thought, taking a tentative step into the elevator. Sixty-eight floors stood between her and the lobby, and she hoped they’d stop at each one.

Standing in the back corner, she relied on the walls to keep her upright as passengers piled in. She needed time. Time to think, to decide what she’d say, to breathe.... sixty-eight floors should have given her the time she needed to center and gain a semblance of composure. But it went by in an instant, and when the elevator doors began sliding over, all she could do was watch in horror.

Her head was spinning, and her mind was lost in a cloud of confusion. Ethan was waiting in the lobby... for her? It couldn’t be real. Tourists and locals alike chatted happily about their evening plans as they stepped out, a direct contrast to Kacyee, who stood frozen in fear. Only the elevator operator’s gruff voice brought her back to reality.

“Ma’am, are you getting out?”

She turned to him, then back to the door, and considered returning to the grand ballroom. But something inside her stirred. Tobias was right; she was no longer playing the part of the ingenue, filled with hope and naivete that were somehow both her greatest strength and weakness. No, she was a big girl now, and whatever happened when she walked through that door... she’d be able to handle it.  

“Ma’am," the man repeated with increased irritation. “Shall I close the doors?"

“Uhm. No," she said, standing upright and dusting off the front of her gown. “No. I’m getting off here.”

The world seemed to move in slow motion as she stepped into the lobby. If this were a movie, Ethan would be waiting across a crowded room, their eyes would meet in an instant, and the credits would roll as soon as they shared a perfect kiss, one that left no doubt that they were destined for happily ever after. But real life seldom ran so smoothly, as Kaycee was about to confirm. She looked all around, to the left and the right, but no sign of him. She walked the perimeter of the room, even just outside, and still... nothing. Tobias said Ethan would be at the bar, so she returned and hopped on a stool to wait and wait. She was patient at first, but five minutes passed, then ten. Her fingers began to rap against the rich mahogany countertop when it reached fifteen, and by twenty? By twenty, she had enough.

Standing up with a weary sigh, she chastised herself for opening that door even a crack. You should have learned by now, she thought as she headed toward the exit. She was almost outside when she saw Tobias coming off the elevator. She turned on her high heel and headed his way. Why lambast herself if she could lambast him? He didn’t see her coming and reacted with surprise when he felt the shove on his shoulder.

 “He’s here, huh? He’s waiting for me at the bar? Well, guess what? He didn’t show!”

“Kaycee,” Tobia started, but she wouldn’t allow him to speak.

“No! Don’t Kaycee me! This is precisely l why I didn’t want to get my hopes up! This is how it always ends with us... either he walks away, or he doesn’t show... and I swore I wouldn’t put myself in this position again!”

“Kayce, if you’d just let me....”

“NO! No, I don’t want to hear what you have to say because all that matters is that he’s not here! He’s not here, and....”

Her breath hitched when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

“Is that....” she whispered.

“You know,” Tobias smirked. “You might want to turn around.”

She turned around slowly, and just like that, life was imitating art. A feeling of warmth surrounded her the moment their eyes met. He may have aged a little, but she’d know him... she’d know those eyes... anywhere.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, handing her a single red rose. “I stepped out to buy this from a street vendor. I thought it would be a nice touch.”

With her heart racing, she lifted the flower to her nose and inhaled its fragrant scent.

“And that took twenty minutes?” she grinned, putting Ethan at ease.

“Well, I also needed to go to the men's room. It took more than one glass of Scotch to get up the nerve to offer you an apology that could make up for eight years.”

“Ethan,” she whispered, at a loss for words.

“Well, this is the shittiest rose ceremony I’ve ever seen, and I’ve had to suffer through many an episode of The Bachelor,” Tobias observed. He pat Ethan on the back. “Nice touch, a little cheesy, but not bad for you.”

“You can go now,” Ethan grumbled.

“I was planning on it,” Tobias nodded at Kaycee, then looked Ethan in the eye. “You two can take it from here. Don’t fuck this up.”

“Can we?” Kaycee asked once Tobias was gone. “Can we take it from here, or will one of us mess it up somehow?”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” he smiled. “Why don’t we go someplace and talk.”

~~~~~

She couldn’t remember leaving the hotel lobby or how they decided where they would walk. All she knew was they ended up strolling along Central Park West, a comfortable distance between them, as she chattered aimlessly about nothing at all. Anything to avoid an awkward silence or, worse yet, an awkward conversation. While Kaycee faced straight ahead, Ethan couldn’t keep his eyes off her. She was as beautiful as he remembered, perhaps even more so. He was afraid if he took his eyes away, she’d disappear, and he wouldn’t allow that. Then, even in the dim streetlights, he saw her starting to shiver, and without missing a beat, he removed his jacket and placed it over her shoulders, bringing her to a stop.

“I’m sorry,” he said, taking a half step back. “You looked cold.”

“Yes,” she smiled nervously. “It is... it is getting cold.” She motioned to a food truck on the edge of the street and smiled. “I’d suggest we get coffee to warm up, but I know that wouldn’t meet your standards.”

“Is that what you want?” He asked. “Go. Go sit on that bench, and I’ll get us some.”

“You’re going to drink coffee... from a food truck?”

Ethan shrugged, a smile tugging at his lips. “I have to start living a little sometime. Tonight sounds like the perfect time to start.”

He walked away, and Kaycee hollered after him. “Wait, you didn’t ask how I wanted my coffee."

He turned around with his hands in his pockets and utter confidence. “At this hour? Decaff. Definitely, decaff with a splash of milk, preferably almond, but if they don’t have that, plain milk will do. And Splenda, two Splenda... even though you know they’re not good for you.”

A slow smile spread across Kaycee’s lips. “You... remember.”

“Yes,” he nodded. “I remember everything.”

“Well, I take three Splenda now,” she winked, and he felt his heart flutter.

“Go sit,” he smiled, and she all but skipped away.

She watched his silhouette in the ethereal light, still attempting to convince herself this was real. But she had to believe it was true when she felt the steaming hot cup in her hand. She watched with anticipation as Ethan took a sip from his cup and couldn’t help but laugh when he tried to contain a grimace.  

“Oh, it’s funny,” he smiled. “Do you enjoy watching me suffer?”

“No,” she whispered, gently taking his hand and placing her coffee on the bench beside her. “No, I think we’ve both suffered plenty, and I don’t want either of us to suffer anymore.”  

The touch of her hand impacted him more than he could have imagined, and he found himself unable to speak. He turned to her with tears in his eyes, just managing to mutter her name before pulling her into a tight embrace. Kaycee buried her face in his shoulder, taking in the warm, familiar scent she used to know so well. One of Ethan’s hands was entangled in her curls, while his other arm pulled her as close as he possibly could. They stayed there a long while, silent and amazed at the reality – both had assumed if this day were ever to come, it would be filled with fireworks. An explosion of passion that couldn’t be felt miles away. But the reality was different. It was warm, safe, comforting, a loving embrace each had desired for so long – it wasn’t fireworks, it was coming home.  

“I can’t believe you’re here,” her voice cracked. “I can’t believe you’re in my arms.”

“I’m trying to believe it myself,” he said, pulling back to gaze into her crystal blue eyes. His hand cupped her chin, his thumb tenderly stroking her cheek. “You’re so beautiful. What kind of fool am I depriving myself of seeing this face for so long?”

Kayce reached up to take his hand, gently placing a kiss on it. “Then, shall we try to rectify that now?”

“We could. If that’s what you want.”

Kaycee sat back with a smile so gentle and warm Ethan didn’t need words to know her answer. She reached up and messed up his hair. “How did we screw us up so badly? I mean, I can blame it on being young and stupid, but you didn’t have that luxury.”

Laughing, he took her hand. “You may have been young, but you were never stupid. You knew so much more than me. I know there’s no fairy godmother that will show up with a magic wand, and I know we will still have things to work out. But the thing I know most of all is that I love you. I love you with all my heart, and I’ve wasted too many years without you by my side. I’m determined to put an end to that as soon as I can.”

“You love me,” she sighed. “Well, that’s good... because I love you. I love you so much.”

Ethan reached over and embraced her, letting out a joyful groan as he lifted them to their feet. She held on tight as he spun her around, stopping to gently put her back down. They stood face-to-face, a world of memories crossing their minds as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Time and distance had done nothing to them; their love remained the same. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, lighting a flame that had flickered but never extinguished. It was more than a kiss. It was a promise, a silent vow that was a testament to their love, which had never, ever died.

“We can’t screw this up, Ethan,” she said as they broke away. “If we’re going to do this, I want this to be forever. I can’t lose you again.”

“Good!” He grinned brighter than she had ever seen. “Because I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Ethan offered his arm, which she gladly accepted, nuzzling her head into his shoulder as they started to walk.

“So, where are we going?” She asked.

“Well, I do have a hotel room nearby.”

Kaycee playfully nudged him. “A hotel room? Mister, I have a whole apartment, and it’s quite nice! You know, your girl did all right for herself!”

“Oh, I’ve kept tabs on you. I know you did.”

“Then let’s go!”

As they walked to her apartment, they passed the café Kaycee had dined in not too long ago, and she told Ethan the story of that night. How two estranged lovers had come together, and he professed his undying love. She relayed how she was trying to listen in on their conversation, but in the end, she didn’t need to since the young man yelled it out for all to hear. The crowd applauded, and she secretly paid their bill. It was straight out of a movie.

“I’m glad you got to see that,” Ethan smiled. “You always loved a happy ending.”

“Mmm-hmm,” she agreed. “And now, I’ve got one of my own.”

(Yep that last part was from Part 1. 😊)

Thanks so much for reading!

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

Tagging others separately.

[roguesimagination]

HI okay so i’ve had this on my mind for AWHILE now but … jealous neteyam and having some heavy makeout sessions with him afterwards ??? I’M BEGGING AT THIS POINT. 🙏🏼

R U Mine?

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x F!Omaticaya Reader

Synopsis: A boy from the Metkayina Clan gives you a gift and Neteyam gets jealous. That's when actions speak better than words.

Genre: kinda angst (but not really) and fluff

Content Warnings: hurt feelings, jealousy, heavy makeout session, Neteyam and reader are over 18.

Word Count: 1.2k

Notes: Sorry for taking so long. I'm stresses due to exams and I haven't had much free time these days. Also, I know it's kinda short but I hope that you like it.

Neteyam listened as you kept talking about Lun’ei. He wasn’t the type of guy to get easily jealous, but the more you talked about him the more he worried. Sure, Neteyam was one the strongest warriors from the Omaticaya clan, and he was skilled in many others things such as archery, strategy or any type of combat really, but Lun’ei was different. Since he was a Metkayina he was taller, his shoulders were wider, his hair was curly and he had some tattoos, something that you seemed to like a lot by the way you talked about it.

But what really worried him the most was the necklace he had gifted you. It was a precious necklace full of different pearls and a big shiny shell in the middle. Neteyam tried to convince himself that it was a meaningless present, but Tsireya thought otherwise.

“Wait, you’re telling me that Lun’ei gifted you this necklace?” Tsireya asked with wide eyes.

“Yes, why?” you answered, with a confused look on your face. “Is something wrong?”

“You don’t know what this means, do you?” Tsireya giggled.

“It’s just a gift.” you shrugged. “I didn’t know it was supposed to mean something.”

“Well, here if you give someone a necklace with that specific kind of shell,” Aonung explained. “it means that they like you, more than a friend.”

“B-but it doesn’t necessarily mean that, right?” you blushed. “I mean, he didn’t tell me anything afterwards. He just gave it to me.”

Neteyam was biting the inside of his cheek. This couldn’t be happening. He had known you his whole life, he had tried to impress you plenty of times with his skills and his talents and now this boy had given you a stupid necklace to win your heart. And the worst part was that it seemed like you liked him. You were flustered, giggly and even shy. He had lost his chance.

“But do you like him?” Lo’ak asked.

Of course, his baby brother had to make the question he feared the most.

“Well, I, uhm…” you blushed again. “Gosh, stop looking at me. You all me nervous!”

“Come on!, Just tell us.” Aonung teased. “I bet Lun’ei is expecting an answer soon.”

“He’s funny, creative, brave,” you explained. “but- hey, where are you going?”

Neteyam had stood up while you were talking about that boy. He couldn’t stand it, so he decided to leave without even saying a word. He didn’t even look back.

With his clenched fists and a knot on his throat he walked to an isolated area of the beach and sat on the ground, contemplating the horizon as the day darkened. Maybe he wasn’t good enough for you, or not even your type. Lun’ei was the complete opposite of Neteyam, so he had no other option than to accept it the way it was. He could be the best warrior or even the next olo’eyktan, but all he really wanted was to have you.

His thoughts were soon interrupted when he saw you walking towards him. He rolled his eyes and stood up, ready to leave again.

“Wait!” you shouted as you increased your pace. “Neteyam!”

He sighed and turned around, regretting the consequences of his actions.

“You left earlier without saying anything.” you said. “Is something wrong?”

“It’s nothing.” Neteyam shrugged while looking at your necklace again.

“Please, don’t lie to me.” you begged. “Just tell me what’s troubling you and I’ll try to help you.”

“You can’t help me.” he explained.

“Why?” you asked in confusion.

“Because you’re a part of the problem!” he exclaimed.

“Can you stop acting like a skxawng?” you asked, tired of his behavior. “I’ve done nothing to you!”

“Yes, you have!” Neteyam shouted. “You make my heart go faster everytime I see you and you make me mad everytime you talk about that stupid Lun’ei!”

“W-what?” you were even more confused now. “I don’t understand.”

Neteyam felt unable to talk more about his feelings, so he let the actions speak for themselves. He held your face in his hands and crashed his lips onto yours. He swore your lips tasted like heaven. Unsure of his actions, he separated his lips from you slowly. You didn’t do anything. You just stood there looking at him, still processing what just happened. Honestly, you were taken aback by his impulsiveness.

“Shit, I shouldn’t have done that.” he said as he took his hands off of you. “I’m sorry. I’m so-”

You kissed him back. You were on your tiptoes since he was much taller than you, placing your hands on his neck and caressing his braids.

“Just shut up and make me yours already.” you whispered between kisses.

Your words and actions got him quickly excited. He held you by your waist and placed your legs around his torso.

He kissed you back feverishly, sliding his tongue between your lips as you deepened the kiss. He sat on the ground, still holding your body with his strong arms. Now that you were on his lap he ran his hands all over your body; your back, your shoulders, your thighs… After you kissed him back there were no more worries. You were his as much as he was yours.

You pulled your lips apart to take a breath. Your lips looked swollen and glossy from all the kissing, but Neteyam wasn’t done with you. He got close to your neck and began licking and kissing the area, earning some whimpers and sounds from you.

“Wh-what are you doing, Neteyam?” you voiced.

“I’m letting everyone know” he explained. “that you’re mine.”

He made sure to suck harshly, but without hurting you, leaving purple and deep blue marks. He stroke your back while he was focused on his task, making random patterns. Then, he moved to your collarbones and did the same. You should probably stop him since you could get scolded or embarrassed by this, but you didn’t care. It felt too good to stop, and the sounds you made only motivated him to do more.

He pulled away to take a look at his artwork, proud of the result.

“Next time you’re jealous you can just tell me, you know?” you laughed as you stood up.

“I’m not jealous.” Neteyam whispered, standing up as well.

“Really?” you asked sarcastically. “You’ve been angry since you knew that Lun’ei gave me this necklace.”

He looked at the necklace again, remembering what it meant. He shouldn’t be sad after what happened between the two of you, but everytime time he looked at it he remembered Lun’ei’s intentions. You noticed how his mood changed, so you took off the necklace.

“Why are you taking it off?” Neteyam furrowed his brows.

“Because I like you, Neteyam.” you smiled softly. “I won’t wear a necklace if it’s not from you.”

“A-are you sure?” he was flustered. “I-I mean, you can wear it. I won’t get mad. I promise.”

“I’m sure.” you reassured him.

After your response, he took off the necklace he was wearing and placed it on you. This necklace was larger, full of brown beads and with an animal’s tooth at the end; probably a creature Neteyam had hunted.

“I know it’s not as pretty as the other one.” he said. “You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.”

You got on your tiptoes again and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Neteyam smiled between kisses, happy to know that at least now you were together, complimenting each other.

“I love it.” you reassured him. “And I love you.”

“I love you too.” he smiled widely.

[observershroom]

Day 9 - relationships

Jotted down what D's and his best friend's meeting might've looked like.

Summary: sad guy at a party hides in a bathroom and finds out it's occupied by some weird funny man and they hit it off

And disclaimer: i don't consider myself a writer and english's not my 1st language and i did a mid job proofreading. Feedback, however, is appreciated. Just be nice about it (please)

The party was overwhelmingly loud, leaving D disoriented and tucked into the corner of the kitchen. He felt the beer get warmer through the thin walls of the red plastic cup and looked at the liquid, completely lost in his lack of any productive ideas. No coherent, shareable thought was forming in his head and shame was starting to bubble up. “God, I’m wasting his time.” D chuckled to himself, looking up at Adam, who was laughing with a group of people in the center of the room. He contemplated leaving several times this evening, but didn’t want to disappoint the only guy that cared about his personal life enough to try to introduce him to new crowds, even if his hands-off approach in social situations wasn’t what D needed. With a cup of beer still in his hands, he scanned the room for someone he could talk to, but most people were already bundled up in impenetrable conversation bubbles and he felt hopeless.

Downing the nasty warm beer in big gulps he shook his head trying to get over the aftertaste and decided to take a break from all this. Wash his face before he breaks into tears, sit down on the cold bathroom floor and come up with some sort of strategy. With a nice clack he placed the cup on a sticky kitchen counter and shuffled to the only room that wouldn’t be infested with partygoers.

After bumping into a few people on the way and following those collisions up with a few “pardon!”-s and “my bad!”-s, he finally made his way to the creaking bathroom door and slipped inside the room, immediately going up to the faucet and splashing his face with water. The room was tiny, barely able to fit a sink, a washing machine with all sorts of bottles and a laundry basket stacked on top, a toilet, which he decided to sit on after carefully closing the lid and a bath, which he just noticed was hidden behind a shower curtain. Not wanting to look into what it might be hiding he sighed into a towel he grabbed from one of the clotheslines that made the bathroom feel even more cramped, wiping the water from his face and neck. And then he heard rustling coming from the bathtub. Trying his best not to groan from the disappointment, he looked up, still hiding most of his face in the towel. From the tub peaked out a head full of washed-out pink hair. “Doing good, buddy?” the stranger asked with a sympathetic smile.

“God, I wish. These parties are gonna kill me one of these times.”

“Ha, tell me about it! At least here it’s not too loud,” he contemplated. “Oscar, by the way. Nice to meet you,” said the man, reaching for a handshake.

D eyed the strange man’s outstretched hand. After a moment of hesitation, he grabbed it, introducing himself, “Uh, D.” After a brief pause, he added, “Why are you in the bathtub?”

The questioned was followed up with a bright laugh. Before Oscar answered, he vaguely gestured around the room, and just as soon as D started to expect some profound answer after witnessing all of the grand arm movements, the pink-haired guy simply stated, “It’s the leg space,” and then followed it up with a question. “Now why are you here? The party, I mean. I think I can guess the reason for the bathroom-dwelling.”

“I’m with this guy and he.. um- his name is Adam actually- well he dragged me along, said something about how I stop being a hermit and uhh… I- I mean he means well but… I’m just. Not used to any of this I guess.”

“Not a people person?”

“No, no, it’s not that. It’s more like…" he looked around, before continuing, "Like I feel out of place despite living here for so long already. I speak the language, sure, but I’ve been through so much shit people here just... don’t understand,” D rambled, words pouring straight out of his soul. This was the first time he felt like he could just whine about his life being so… complicated. Sure, he had Adam, but Adam was a practical man. If D had a problem, Adam jumped straight to solutions. No break, no breather, no time for self-pity. This stranger, however, had none of that pressuring aura. He seemed laid-back and a good listener and his smile was so reassuring. D could feel his eyes watering, but managed to hold the tears back this time, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his jacket.

“I hear you. I’m also not on the same wavelength as most,” he shuffled around the tub, now facing D, “You know, you and I are more alike than I expected.”

“How so?”

“I can’t quite put it into words…” frustrated, he exhaled forcefully, “You’re just… a simple, honest guy. You’re honest about yourself, I feel like you’d make a great artist.” The last part was said quieter.

“Are you an artist?”

“Me? Oh, that… I guess you could say that,” he rubbed his neck, “though I find that word to be too… Pretentious for what I do,” he winced.

“And that is?”

“I’ve written some poems and short stories, got some published even,” D couldn’t quite tell if Oscar was proud of or disappointed by that fact from his tone. “But mostly ghostwriting and other paid stuff. You get busy once you graduate. If I knew how much you’d have to work to get by as an author I’d write more personal stuff in college.”

“Wait, do you actually make your living writing shit?”

“Yes, I-”

“That’s so cool, man!” D interrupted, jumping up from the toilet lid. “Way cooler than working minimum wage!” he looked back at Oscar, noticing how flustered he made him and promptly landed back on the lid. “I- uh. I don’t mean to say it’s easy I just- I dunno why I got so excited” he murmured, feeling his own cheeks heating up, which in turn made Oscar burst into laughter at his eagerness.

“D, you’re like, the first person ever to think I’m even remotely cool,” he wheezed, wiping away a tear.

“Wha- But you’re like some fucking.. Byron-ass motherfucker! Or uh.. I dunno. I don’t actually read much.”

“Thanks, man. Really. You just made my day,” he said, calming down. “But I’m still curious about what you do.”

“I mean aside from work… Nothing worth mentioning, I guess”

“Do tell!”

“Haaahh,” D threw his head back, “I guess I can play some guitar. Not that well, though.”

“Promise me you’ll play for me some day,” Oscar said, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

“I mean… Okay? Sure.” D thought for a bit, then added, “I could do it right now if someone here has one.”

Oscar’s eyes lit up like embers. “Wait here! And get into the bathtub!” He stormed off, slamming the door shut behind him. D followed his movement open-mouthed, taking a pause before he eventually climbed into the tub and sat down, awkwardly bringing his knees up to his torso.

Moments later, Oscar returned with a guitar, handing it to his newly found friend.

“Where did you even get this,” D uttered, still shocked from such a fast turn of events.

“Borrowed from some pass-out drunk,” he winked, as he sat down on the same toilet lid D occupied before. “Now, shall you serenade me, my dear?” He asked, with the most pompous tone D ever heard, looking at him with sly eyes.

D had no choice but to pick up the instrument. He strummed the strings, noticing a couple were a touch out of tune, and plucked each one a few more times, fiddling with the pegs.

He cleared his throat, strumming the guitar a couple more times to adjust to the new instrument, before finally getting into a pattern, shifting his fingers with each new chord, making the strings squeak. Across him, Oscar closed his eyes, getting accustomed to the groove of the intro. And then D started singing.

“��елый снег, серый лед*,” he looked up at Oscar, who was bobbing his head to the rhythm. With newfound confidence, he continued singing. The party noises outside the bathroom seemed to melt away for the both of them, leaving the duo in a bubble of D’s quiet, slightly raspy voice, the sounds of the chords flying off the guitar strings with messy strums and the occasional squeak after a chord change. After he finished, D looked up at Oscar, who answered with subdued applause.

*The literal translation of this line is "White snow, grey ice." It's a lyric from Звезда по имени Солнце by the soviet band Кино. One of their more mainstream songs, but i still urge you to check it out.

Also, if you made it this far - have a quick doodle of D playing the guitar (i wanted to do a full illustration but i don't have the time for it :c )

[mizimuse]

Tragic brow adventures || Slytherin boys+Pansy edition

1.Mattheo Riddle

So, Mattheo walks into your room, strutting like he’s on a runway, and spots you trimming your eyebrows. His eyes light up like he’s just found the key to the universe. “This looks easy. I’ll be the first Slytherin with brows sharper than my wit!”

He snatches your razor with a dramatic flair, flexing like he’s about to perform a spell. “Watch and learn, peasants. I’m about to become Hogwarts’ brow god.”

Fast forward five seconds, and he’s holding the razor in horror, staring at his reflection. “What in Merlin’s name happened? I’ve turned myself into a half-crazed troll!”

You walk in, and there he is, practically hyperventilating. “Help! I look like I lost a duel with a bush!” He gestures wildly, and all you can do is laugh.

“I mean, it’s not that bad,” you tease, and he shoots you a glare. “Not that bad? I can’t even take myself seriously with one eyebrow! I’ll never live this down!”

2.Draco Malfoy

Draco’s lurking in the corner, looking all judgmental as he watches you. “Seriously, it can’t be that hard. I’ve got this.”

He grabs the razor, eyeing it like it’s a deadly artifact. “Prepare for the debut of the new Draco Malfoy—brow edition.”

Next thing you know, there’s a gasp, and he’s staring at himself in sheer disbelief. “What have I done?! I look like a deranged gnome!”

You find him in front of the mirror, hair tousled and brow half-gone, practically whining. “This is a catastrophe! I can’t show my face at breakfast looking like this!”

When you chuckle, he narrows his eyes. “It’s not funny! I’m going to be the laughingstock of the whole school! Someone get me a potion to fix this disaster!”

3.Theodore Nott

Theo spots you trimming your brows and thinks, “How hard can this be? I’ll just take a little off the top.”

He grabs the razor, looking way too confident for someone who’s never done this before. “I’ve got this; I’m basically a grooming expert now.”

A few seconds later, he’s staring at his reflection in horror. “Uh, wait a minute. Where did my eyebrow go?”

When you find him, he’s staring into the mirror like he’s just seen a ghost. “I’m going to be bald on one side of my face! What will my mother say?”

You can’t help but laugh at his panic, and he huffs in response. “This is not amusing! I was trying to look good for once, and now I look like a horror show!”

4.Blaise Zabini

Blaise casually strolls in, glances at you, and thinks, “This looks simple enough. I’ll give it a go.”

He grabs the razor with a nonchalant attitude. “I mean, how hard could this possibly be? I’m practically a wizard stylist.”

Fast forward to him standing there, eyes wide as he realizes he’s just created a bald patch where his eyebrow used to be. “Uh-oh. This is a problem…”

You find him staring at his reflection, scratching his head. “Well, this is awkward. Did I just invent a new trend? Because I don’t think this is going to catch on.”

You can’t help but chuckle, and he shrugs. “Okay, maybe I should stick to just being naturally good-looking instead of trying to be a beauty guru.”

5.Lorenzo Berkshire

Lorenzo sees you grooming and hesitantly thinks, “Maybe I should try this too? Just a little touch-up, right?”

He takes your razor, looking like he’s about to perform a very dangerous spell. “This can’t go wrong… can it?”

A few seconds later, he realizes he’s just completely removed one of his eyebrows. “Oh no, what have I done?”

You find him standing there with a deer-in-headlights look, practically on the verge of tears. “Please tell me this can be fixed! I can’t walk around looking like this!”

You laugh, and he blushes. “Why do I always make these choices? I just wanted to look decent for once!”

6.Pansy Parkinson

Pansy struts into the common room, eyeing your freshly trimmed brows. “I’m totally going to steal your look,” she declares, armed with your razor like it's a wand.

She goes in for a little trim but somehow ends up with one perfectly shaped brow and a completely bald patch on the other side. “This is fine, right? I’m starting a new trend,” she insists, batting her eyelashes with the one brow still intact.

Draco walks in and freezes. “What happened to your face?” he exclaims, looking like he’s about to faint. Pansy just smirks, “Oh, you’re just jealous that I can rock the one-brow look better than you ever could.”

Not one to back down, Pansy grabs your eyeliner and goes full goth. “Who needs brows when you can have dramatic eyeliner?” she shouts, striking a pose. “I’m practically a work of art!”

After a solid five minutes of her trying to convince everyone that her look is “totally intentional,” she finally concedes. “Okay, fine, help me fix this disaster,” she says, trying to hide her laughter.

7.Tom Riddle

Tom, always convinced he's the best at everything, sees you shaping your brows and thinks, “I could do that.” He snatches your razor, ready to show off his “skills.”

He trims a bit too much and suddenly has half an eyebrow. “Perfectly executed,” he declares, admiring his reflection like he’s just won a Quidditch match.

Draco storms in, looking flawless. “What are you doing, Riddle?” His eyes widen at Tom’s disaster. “You look ridiculous.”

Tom shrugs, trying to act nonchalant. “It’s a new trend. You wouldn’t understand, Malfoy.” He strikes a pose, clearly feeling superior.

Draco’s face turns red with envy. “Why do you think that looks better than mine?!” he snaps, crossing his arms dramatically. “You just look confused!”

"Shut up before i turn you into a ferret"

[kyojurismo]

Emergency request!!

I’ve been really struggling with my self esteem and I was wondering if you could to a Sanemi x fem or Gn reader, where the reader is very self conscious about their body and don’t feel like their good enough for him? Like they kind of avoid wearing tighter clothes or getting undressed. Can be sfw or nsfw

Thank you 🙏 🫶🫶🫶

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# sanemi shinazugawa

tags : gn!reader, a bit suggestive in the beginning but nothing nsfw, comfort, low self esteem, mention of breakup ( yeah i’m dramatic alright ), not proofread.

a/n : hii <3 i kept it gender neutral so everyone can find some comfort ( at least i hope so hehe ). sending you a big hug and i’m sure you’re just having a “no” moment but i’m 100% sure that you’re beautiful both on the outside and the inside 🫂

it started when sanemi came back from a mission. he usually comes back super needy and craves you, like a hell of a lot. but, you didn’t wanted him to see your body.

“i’m not in the mood,” you murmured after breaking the heated kiss. sanemi stared at you for a moment, a bit taken aback since he was already lost in the feeling of your lips together. “uh… sorry what?” he shook his head a little, his big hands still holding your hips. “i uh, am not in the mood for… that,” you avoided looking him in the eyes, too scared he would try to have his way with you anyway.

wait… sanemi would never do that. why were you thinking that?

“mhm,” sanemi sat up and fixed his pants, sighing softly. “can we uh, cuddle then?” he scratched his neck awkwardly, not really used to ask for something like that. usually, he would just hold you and lay his head on your chest or your thighs, but this time something was telling him to ask for permission. “yeah,” you nodded and let sanemi hug you and hold you close.

he didn’t look too close at it then, because of course you sometimes wouldn’t feel like it and that’s totally fair and valid.

what caught his attention was the way you avoided showing too much skin around him, and the way you started opting for much larger clothes than usual. you never had too much trouble showing yourself to him, as sanemi always stated his appreciation clearly. but now something was completely different.

“i need to talk to you,” that’s what he said while sitting down in front of you, out of the blue.

he’s gonna break up with me.

that’s what you thought. you started to believe he finally grew tired of you avoiding him and all that, he was actually annoyed or even angry, he barely could stand your— “i think i’ve done something wrong and i’d like to apologise, but uh… the thing is, you see, i don’t know what it is,” his voice stopped the hurricane of thoughts going on inside your mind, as you focused on him now. “can you please tell me, so i can make it up to you?”

you found yourself crying, and that of course freaked sanemi out. your vision started blurring and then you were quick to wipe the tears away, already feeling your cheeks burning hot.

“u-uzui told me to approach you first, b-but if it’s wrong i will-i will kill him!” sanemi sounded nervous, worried about having ruined everything. which was funny, because you thought the same.

“n-no, it’s my fault. not yours,” you quickly shook your head, trying to calm down so he wouldn’t feel bad any further. “you should find someone more beautiful and funny, and with confidence…” you whispered and that made sanemi completely forgot about uzui and the shit he told him.

“baka!” his fist hit the ground and you looked at him in a swift. “what kind of bullshit are you entertaining yourself with, huh?” a frown appeared on his face.

at your silence, sanemi pulled you towards him and made you sit on his lap. “listen, alright,” his cheeks turned pink and you wondered what was the reason. “i like you for who you are, not your appearance. that came after,” he assured you. “i know you think that’s some shit phrase, but it’s true. i love you because you’re an amazing and beautiful person,” he cupped your cheeks and slowly caressed your skin with his thumbs, kissing your nose soon after.

“i like your chest, your stomach, your hips, your thighs… look at my skin,” he showed you his chest with a sense of pride. “i am the one who should question why you’re dating a man looking like me,” he let out a soft laugh, giving voice to his thoughts. “you’re beautiful, ‘nemi. they make you,” you offered him a smile, kissing the scar on his face.

“see? we’re both insecure in the end,” he tried to ease the atmosphere between you and you found yourself chuckling at his words, followed by him. “thank you,” you whispered before hugging him tightly. sanemi returned the embrace soon, realising he had been missing the feeling of having you this close to him.

“i thank the gods everyday because you’re with me.”

reblogs & comments are super appreciated! thank you for taking your time reading it, i hope you enjoyed it. have a good day / night <3

[brighter-by-the-daly]

Rachel Daly x Millie Bright x Reader

Part Seven - Coming in Crutch

Posted: 11/05/23, Edited: 26/09/23

TW: mentions of unwanted attention and harassment

Rach’s perspective:

Looking up into the stands after scoring my first goal against Tottenham I forgot for a second that my girl wasn’t here, I’m so used to her always being near me that it doesn’t feel right when she’s not. I’ve been like this all week - going to tell her something funny or talk about the pranks I’d played at training or simply just taking Dexi for a walk together. Everything I do, I just automatically think she’s there with me. I know she’s having an amazing time away though, remembering all the games she has been here for and all the ones she will be at in the future. Shaking the thoughts away I needed to get my head back in the game. This match was gruelling, we played so well but in the end came home with a draw, scoring two and making my way up the golden boot ladder. Of course I want another trophy for the shelf but I don’t want to seem too confident as it’ll be a blow if I don’t.

You had managed to get Rachel’s game on your phone, pleased with yourself with how your timing had worked out perfectly. The morning sun rays had soaked your skin before coming back for a shower, now laid up on your bed to air dry and watch the game. You had text your girlfriend earlier to wish her luck but she didn’t know you were watching. Elated at her scoring two but gutted their hard work didn’t pay off, Tottenham had a lot to fight for being near the bottom of the table and that really showed. Villa had solidified the 5th place in the league, a goal they had for 3 years time but completing it in one season. Texting her at the end to say she and the girls played so well and not to be too hard on herself, you’re always proud of her and the team no matter what.

During the week away, Lucy and Keira popped over to show you the sites around Barcelona, visiting all the touristy spots and taking lots of photos together. Chelsea trained for the impending second leg of the semi final while you and Millie enjoyed the sunshine, cocktails and boat trips. Towards the end of the week you were starting to miss Rachel terribly but she was always only a phone call away. The game came and went, Chelsea lost meaning the team were in dire need of cheering up - planning a night out all together before going home. The Barca girls were invited too and the English team mates came over to get ready with you and Millie.

The night out had dragged into the early hours of the morning as you danced around the club with your newly formed friends, you weren’t drinking too much tonight as you wanted to enjoy your last day tomorrow. Remembering how awful you felt the last time you went out you knew you didn’t want to feel sick all day when you could be topping up your tan for the last time. The music blaring and lights flickering created the party atmosphere, blowing The Blues’ disappointment of the loss away. Later in the night you split from the group to use the bathroom but when you came back your friends were no longer to be found, you didn’t worry too much and knew they’d turn up somewhere. Popping your head into the different rooms to see if you could spot them before heading to the garden, you couldn’t find anyone there either so you decided to station yourself at the bar knowing that someone would come around sooner or later. Finding the only bar stool available you sat down and tried to get the bar woman’s attention to order a drink. The person next to you soon left leaving the stool next to you free which quickly got taken by an older looking gentleman who immediately gave you bad vibes. He tried to make small talk, you smiled politely but didn’t engage in any conversation. After he got the barmaid’s attention before you did he offered to buy you a drink, you declined his offer but disregarding your wishes he still ordered you a cocktail. Reiterating you didn’t want a drink and pushing it away made him angsty, “don’t be ungrateful, drink up” he said pushing the glass back towards your hand. The barmaid glared at him in a way to say she was watching him as she took the order you actually wanted them span your chair around to face the dance floor hoping to catch sight of your friends but the man’s advances still didn’t let up. That was until his hand landed on your thigh. “Don’t touch me please!” you shouted smacking his hand away and opening your phone to text Millie, managing to send ‘SOS bar’ before your phone died.

Pushing the stool back you tried to walk away from the bar in search of your friends when you felt an unwanted hand on your bum, turning around to slap him his sweaty hand gripped your forearm squeezing tightly. As you tried to pull away he held onto you tighter, burning your skin as it twisted under his hold on you. You felt your heart thump harder in your chest as you screamed at him to let go of you, people glanced over but did nothing to help. His raspy voice mumbling “where do you think you’re going?” made you feel sick, his teeth gritted and mouth barely moving as his words hit you, feeling a knot in your stomach making it churn. You tried desperately to yank your arm away from him but his strength easily overpowered you. Unable to move you started to panic, how was this happening in a crowded room of people?!

In a sudden and desperate attempt to get away you instinctively threw your glass of vodka into his eyes, his grip loosening a little but not enough to escape. Your body jolted with sudden movements trying everything to make him let go, your hair flung over your face and blocked your vision of someone else approaching you. “SHE SAID LET GO OF HER!” the voice thundered around the room louder than the music making the whole room turn silent causing hundreds of eyes to stare in your direction. The sigh of relief that left your body knowing Millie had found you made you want to punch the air. The man yelped in pain as she slammed her crutches down on his toes, immediately letting go of you allowing you to run into the awaiting arms of her Chelsea teammates. Some were filming as Lucy approached, her fist drawn back as she went to punch him only stopped by Kiera hanging onto her knowing it would cause her reputation to be damaged. “Should have known you’re all dykes!” he shouted as he lost the battle. Millie towered over the man delivering another blow of her crutches into his feet, her eyes red with anger, her face displaying a look nobody would want to be on the other end of. Security finally caught word of the scene and advised the police had been called, offering a safe space to wait until they came and made sure the man would be waiting for them.

Bruises already forming peppering your arm in purple and blue hues as you sipped on water in the comfort of your hotel room. Now well into the morning Lucy and Kiera had returned to their own house while Erin, Sam and Guro had moved their duvets and pillows onto the floor of your hotel room. Surrounded by people who cared about you as you curled up onto Millie’s stomach who was desperately trying to warm you up. The adrenaline had worn off and with the shock kicking in you were shivering uncontrollably even with the humid air of the foreign country. Your whimpers escaping as tears started to fall again “I just want to go home”.

Part Eight - ReUnited

[corpsentry]

there’s something so epic about hetero chinese period dramas and i think one part of it is that there is absolutely nowhere in the narrative i could exist.

lately i’ve been on a western media detox— i’ve cleaned english language music out of my playlists and have never been able to stomach western dramas anyway, so that part is easy— which might seem funny, because if i’m in singapore and i hate it and i won’t touch american music then what’s left? the answer is the false binarism of chinese period dramas, at least for me. the badly written ones are misogynistic and stupid and the better ones are less of those things, but regardless the world that emerges is clean-cut and easy to parse. there’s someone to root for and someone to hate. there’s a girl and a boy. there’s the comedy and the drama, the sheer thick drama, the music that signals to you precisely how to feel before the scene even starts going

try to jam a fifth culture transnational transgender they/them with 2 mental illness and 1 autoimmune disease into this world and it simply doesn’t work. and that’s kinda epic lolzers! it’s like watching high fantasy, or super hardcore sci-if. it both represents a simulacrum of the real world and is so far from the reality you know that you understand it as a hypothetical universe, one that disincludes you on principle. i exclude myself from the story and in doing so fangfei from moyuyunjian’s steely gaze becomes all the more important. i give so many shits and laugh and yell and spectate. but i am safe from the eyes of its inhabitants. if i entered the story it would break. so i sit outside of it, clapping by myself

in other news, we gave up on mysterious lotus casebook 16 episodes in. there are many character archetypes in these shows that i can no longer stand; the salacious sexy seductive supervillain lady is not necessarily one of them but the way they did miss ‘this man didn’t even Look at me when all men fall at my knees so i hated him’ ‘no one is allowed to steal buttchin from me’ jiao was way up there. surely a woman can have multiple personality traits and yet you would think from this drama that that is not at all true. and the strange harem that grew around li lianhua despite his absolute loser attitude— like i get it, he’s the gintoki of this show, that’s hot, but the way the women who were into him were written made me want to Eat Horse. it bothered me that di feisheng and lianhua’s homo as fuck dynamic was so intriguing and them + fang duobing was a winning trio but all the women in the show were written like complete fucking ass, and one of the big antagonists being a woman, the stakes throughout were not only lost to me but also Pissed Me Off. also, that case about the corpse flowers dragged on forever and all my pocky wilted

I Just Think, women deserve better in these damn stories. make them slutty as hell, sure, but make them other things too and i mean this in the most generous sense. slutty and proud. slutty and weird. slutty and oblivious. literally anything at all so they don’t come out cardboard flat from all angles. this is why i have a personal vendetta against the ditzy clueless female protagonist as well because if everything stems from the fact that she doesn’t know shit it’s like please someone Please tell her shit i’m on my hands and knees begging. give her more to chew on she’s dying of boredom over there

this is why i liked the so called antagonist of blossoms in adversity best (spoilers ahead). he was cruel as hell to huazhi and gu yanxi’s only parental figure. he was paranoid and selfish and lonely and craved a son’s love from the one person he couldn’t hold onto. in the end he is pushed further and further by huazhi, who won’t give in, to isolate yanxi from the people he loves and to lash out at those people as a way of punishing yanxi. and when he dies it’s because of his own distrust, his own negligent parenting, his absent cruelty from decades of insomnia and lack of faith in his people. but he cries for yanxi, and there’s something so human about that. to think of evil not as a first principle but rather an adjective for a verb that is set in motion by other events. to be honest, i haven’t seen such thoughtful writing in any chinese period drama before or after that and i strongly suspect i will never see such writing again in this genre but man, it was so fucking good (spoilers end).

in the meantime, i’ve dragged my mother to moyuyunjian/the double for the return casting of liu xiening and wang xingyue who are Eating so hard. they’ve got wang xingyue done up with the sluttiest makeup and liu xiening is breaking my heart with her pout and her Sassy Mean constitution and this is a revenge story, yes, but it’s a double revenge story. it’s a grief story. and fangfei is carrying more on her shoulders than lingbuyi imo, and doing so with much more grace too. her step mom’s a dick but she’s a smart, 5d chess playing dick who wears hot shades of green so i’m personally interested enough to keep watching (something lotus casebook DID NOT accomplish with their epic female antagonist…. mein gotte). and the princess too. unhinged as hell but god, so charismatic. and beautiful, with scary big eyes and the sweetest head tilt. fun fun fun! that’s fun character writing right there. the comedy might be too straightforward for my tastes but everything else is kind of hot and sexy And after the coming of age ceremony when jiangli appeared amidst the flowers i felt my throat close up even though we saw her for all of one (1) episode). i was like yes. they got me alright. i Care now

really that’s all that matters isn’t it. we want stories about people we care for. we want to give a shit. why else would we listen to the stories of other people. we are looking for us and the people we love in them

oh also moyuyunjian soundtrack goes hard as hell i love a little three step waltz. here’s a pic from the ‘gym’ for ur time. guten night

[xxxdegenerate]

Prompts for you

Hello! So i’m trying to better my writing so pick a number and a character from one of these:

One piece

WindBreaker

Black Butler

Demon Slayer

Spiderverse(only the adult ones please!)

Or a few other characters, really depends.

Also describe the number in more detail if you’d like:) (the more details the better)

There will be nsfw, fluff, angst, you name it. Take it as you will.

1. “Come over here and make me.”

2. Wait a minute. Are you jealous?

3. “I almost lost you.”

4. “Wanna bet.”

5. “Don’t you ever do that again!”

6. “Kiss me.”

7. “bend over the desk love”

8. “is that my shirt?”

9. “im going to fuck you until you forget that assholes name”

10. “Looks like we’ll be trapped here for awhile..”

11. “fuck you.” - “when?”

12. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

13. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think i don’t notice.”

14. “I think i’m in love with you and i’m terrified.”

15. “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”

16. “Could he make you feel as good as i do?”

17. “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

18. “you’re pretty.” - “you’re drunk.”

19. “Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”

20. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

21. “You heard me. Take it off.”

22. “Wanna dance?”

23. “You did what?!”

24. “If you die i’m going to kill you.”

25. “I fucking hate you.”

26. “He’s dead..again.”

27. “The first time you smiled…I felt complete.”

28. “It hurts..” “What does?” “Loving someone ho doesn’t love you.”

29. “you’re not as funny as you think you are.”

30. “I’m just getting comfy.”

31. “Thank you for being in my life.”

32. “Text me when you’re home.”

33. “Why are you so cold?”

34. “Stop laughing at me.”

35. “You were put on this earth to give me a headache.”

36. “You’re ticklish.”

37. “Can we go home yet.”

38. “You are a terrible influence.”

39. “One of us is clearly smarter then the other.”

40. “You need some sleep.”

41. “I’m only here for the dog.”

42. “In my defense I really wanted too.”

43. “At least I didn’t break any laws.”

44. “I don’t hate you.”

45. “Don’t call me that.”

46. “just marry me already.”

47. “Did i stutter?”

48. “how long have you been standing there.”

49. “i’ve never felt this way before and i’m terrified.”

50. “is there anything you want to tell me.”

51. “Can i hold your hand.”

52. “i’m never leaving..i promise.”

53. “can i kiss you?”

54. “god..i love you.”

55. “stop being so cute.”

56. “do you want me to stay?”

57. “I love seeing you smile.”

58. “I like being close to you. you’re warm.”

59. “I cant enough of you”

60. “This is a one time thing.”

61. “don’t be shy now, sit on my face!”

62. “Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.”

63. “ i think i might be in some kind of love with you.”

64. “say you want me, and i’m yours.”

65. “i want to taste you”

66. “I really want to kiss you right now.” “Then do it.”

67. “don’t cover you’re face, i want to see you”

68. “I love you.” “Say it again.”

69. “ive never wanted to fuck someone as badly as i want to fuck you rn”

70. “if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs”

[alex-the-moss]

Sorry for another question(i think i should deal with it somehow), but i saw a new mini special episode with 14th(???) and i wanted to know your opinion on it, if you have watched it

That’s OK, you just gave me the right opportunity to talk about it! And there’s a long text) Most important take: change in appearance is not the problem, change in character is!

Regarding the episode itself: I find it aesthetically pleasing and it was kinda funny at certain moments, but I couldn’t help but think that for the sake of those jokes something more impressive have been mercilessly sacrificed. For example I didn’t like how much Doctor had interfered with the act of creation of the daleks. It neglects how personally important to Davros are his children and how overprotective he’s over them. The Doctor shouldn’t have been involved in the genesis of the most horrible race in the universe this much either. Also the choice of their name is a spit straight in the face for all BF fans. And there’s an issue with kaled clothes: Davros is dressed like a security commander while there’s no reason why someone who’d always put scientists above soldiers and politicians would wear a military uniform in his own laboratories. He looks like a part of the military elite, but ranks exist for a reason and hence there’re different uniforms to distinquish them from one another. Also you have to wear light colored clothes in laboratories to be able to notice immediately any dirt or if anything have spilled)

Now addressing the elephant in the room: uncrippled Davros. First of all: I do not mind the way he looks, except for the fact that character’s iconic look is lost completely. But I may find this appearance of his attractive too. His new face isn’t something overly tragic. The problem is about the timeline and the statement RTD made on the topic: Davros was never crippled. And just like that it means that Davros never had to survive the bomb, he is not in constant pain and he does not need any physical assistance. Which leads to a number of results: he doesn’t have a trauma from burning alive, completely changing the way he looks and then going through a medical hell with all its pain and restrictions; he never had to choose to live and carry on with his work, because he was never inferior to the kaleds due to his condition and hence he was never separated physically and socially from other "pure" kaleds by his condition; he also have never formed a special villain&henchmen bond with Nyder, bc half of his services and fanatical sensitivity to changes in Davros’ mechanical voice aren’t required anymore, as well as him being ready to follow a “crippled kaled". I feel like some people completely forget what the character development is. And most seem to not understand the peculiarities of it for a person with special needs that lives in a fascist society. That’s the biggest problem. It’s not the same character anymore. And the cherry on top: "new Davros" idea undoes the work of everyone involved in creating 6-disk BF audio series that tells the story of Davros as we know him (btw in BF stories his trauma was something that lead us to be able to experience empathy even towards Davros. And empathy is a good thing, you know)

Isn’t it also offensive that the bosses of the show speak as if the trauma of losing half of one’s body means nothing so you can just toss it out of character development. How many people with special needs are really OK with that idea? That their trauma and impact on their life it had is no big deal?

Then there’re good and bad people in every demographic. Saying that special needs people aren’t evil sounds pretty stereotypical to me. Also I’ve literally never heard anyone complain about Davros’ needing a life-support chariot before. But what a way to ruin a great character. Davros wasn’t even a person with special needs for the reason "the RTD statement" suggests. He was supposed to look like this, to emphasise how far away he’s from other kaleds while much closer to daleks, and to visually represent how he’d put everything he is himself into his creations. Bonus argument: he’s not even in a wheelchair. What people view as such is actually his life-support system that also allows him to move normally. The best part in my opinion: they said no bad guys with special needs and now we have NO REAPPEARING CHARACTERS WITH SPECIAL NEEDS. So why couldn’t they just stop creating villains that have special needs for the future episodes, leaving old ones as they were. For me you either do that or you go and re-film EVERY EPISODE OF CLASSIC WHO that contains, for example, SEXISM. And they could have included a full time compainion who is wheelchair bound or something.

Also Davros had appeared in New who two times or so. He isn’t around most of the time, there was no reason to mess with this specific character! 48 YEARS it has existed peacefully and no one cared

The money are the key to everything but I’m convinced that changing a 50yo design of a well known villain will not help the bosses earn more!

So the more you think about it from each perspective the less logical this decision seems. And this is what I dislike just as much as the fact that my favorite character won’t continue to exist. Because if he dies, at least tell me WHY

And all of this distraction bosses of the show have managed to squish in only five minutes! Daleks would envy them)

This episode was such a backstab overall! If given a choice I’d prefer Davros to never appear again at all(

This is absurd and insanity

[thezoraprince]

Overthinking It - Bazz x reader

“Scenario idea: Bazz/Sidon wanting a kiss from their s/o super badly, but are too timid to ask because it’s early in the relationship so they end up spending all day thinking about it and turmoiling over it until their s/o finally noticed their odd behavior and questions them about it, to where they finally confess they want a kiss and receive one 🧡” - @rocklover719​

please enjoy this 2 page long self-insert headcanon for our boy Bazz, because i LOVED writing it :’) thank you for always giving me gold <333

(Sidon can be found here)

y/n - your name

Bazz is always somewhat timid to share his thoughts with you

not that he doesn’t want to

but you absolutely give him butterflies

he’s a completely different person around you

and yes, your relationship is VERY new

he doesn’t want to rush things

but wow

he cannot stop thinking about you

Bazz is at work when he realizes how much he wants to kiss you

and thinking about it sends him over the moon

but again

your relationship is new

and he’s still nervous about dating someone who isn’t a Zora

he put himself on guard duty; walking around the domain for surveillance purposes

and you spot him

of course you’re going to go say hi

and he’s thrilled to see you

you both spark up a conversation, as always

however 

you can tell he’s lost in thought

and at some point, you’re both looking out to the falls

and he’s daydreaming

you laugh slightly at his expression

and he snaps back into reality

“What?”

“Are you alright, Bazz? You seem a bit out of it today.”

‘Oh, y/n’s on to you. Act normal!!’

and he sighs with a nervous smile

“Yeah! I’m fine!”

after a bit, you say your goodbyes

because he’s gotta get back to work

but after you depart, it’s right back to daydreaming for him

after his shift, he REALLY starts to overthink it

he’s a mess

a blubbering bumbling mess

‘If y/n wanted to kiss me, [they’d] let me know, right? So why can’t I let [them] know?’

he’d be pacing all over his living space, overthinking things as always

‘I need to see y/n. But, is that the right thing to do right now? I mean, yes. But, I don’t want to be clingy…’

his thoughts are absolutely taking control

but despite feeling overwhelmed by it all

he heads out to see you

and when you answer the door, he’s trying so hard to keep himself calm

“Hi— hi!”

you can tell he’s on edge about something

but you don’t push it

you invite him in

and you still find it kind of funny the way he’s acting

but there is some alarm

because he’s usually orderly and somewhat stern

you both chat for quite sometime

and you’d think that the private setting would help ease the tension in his mind

but no

you’re there

and clearly he’s a nervous wreck

“Bazz, are you sure you’re alright? You’ve been acting strange all day, and I’m starting to get worried.”

“Yes! I— uhh…”

he takes a deep breath

and speaks slowly, as to hopefully not mess things up

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot today. Not to say that I don’t everyday, but… more than usual And, when you stopped by to chat earlier, I—”

he pauses

“You make me feel so… good, and I’d really like to…”

and you’re just waiting for him to say it at this point

“Go on…”

he exhales

“I’dreallyliketokissyou,y/n!”

and you let out a slight giggle, blushing slightly

you knew it was coming

but seeing him so wound up was...

wow

you eye him

and he eyes you

“May I?”

and you bite your lip with a smile and nod slightly

you both laugh nervously

because it’s awkward at first

“How do we, umm…”

and after a moment and a couple deep breaths, you’ve both calmed down a bit

he leans in close and kisses your cheek

and he looks at you for a moment after pulling away

his eyes twinkle in the dimmed light

and you’re waiting

he knows this

and slowly, he pulls you close, pressing his lips to yours 

he’s soft and tender, yet passionate

and it’s hard for him to pull away

but when he does, you’re both speechless, giggling from the excitement

he’s calmed down tremendously

and he’s still holding you close

“Can we… do that again?”