#plus what you do for love. that one is consistent cause it slaps

[girlbossminerva]

Let your spotify predict your 2024! Shuffle your on repeat playlist and the first twelve songs represent your 2024

Tagged by @tawnyowll thanks for the tag! c:

January: Grandiose - Pomme February: T'es beau - Pauline Croze March: Jusqu'ici tout va bien - Clou April: Achilles come down - Gang of Youths May: Haussmann à l'envers - Clio June: De là-haut - Pomme July: Transatlantique - Therapie TAXI August: What you do for love - Skunk Anansie September: Nico teen love - BB Brunes October: Prière aux rêves - Barbara Pravi November: Ensemble - Coeur de pirate December: I'm your man - Mitski

Tagging: @starswallowingsea @tresbestioles @king-shit-thembo @yuribalisms and @goofongoofoff

[cinnanamii]

Ganjis 3rd year birthday letter and the heavy mischaracterization of the characters in game 3/just ranting about the birthday letter

(⚠️⚠️‼️THIS POST WILL BE DISCUSSING LEAKS/SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR GAME 3 OF IDV!! IF YOU DONT WANT TO BE SPOILED ON GANJIS 3RD YEAR LETTER OR GAME 3, SCROLL AWAY PLEASE! AND ALSO KEEP IN MIND, I AM NOT A GAME 3 EXPERT! IF I GET ANYTHING WRONG FEEL FREE TO CORRECT ME!!‼️⚠️⚠️)

Ganjis 3rd year letter was leaked recently (you can probably find post about it on tiktok and on discord servers) and I am so far beyond unimpressed and disappointed.

To start out this yap session/rant, I’m going to list the characters serial numbers, so that you can know who I will be talking about so that you can get a grip on what I will be discussing.

• 3-1-2 is anne

• 3-?-1 is aesop

• 3-1-4 is ganji

• 3-?-3 is Victor

The fact that netease decided to fill the letter with shock value racism, ruin annie as a character, and just ruined Ganjis character arc, and basically made Victor useless is so BEYOND me. This is a a lot, so I wanna start by talking about the blatant mischaracterization of annie and ganji in this letter.

To start off, they made annie so unnecessarily, hateful and racist towards ganji. It would make sense for annie to be afraid of loud noises, as they did introduce her as a timid woman, but making her afraid of ganji and becoming violent to him because of his accent is so beyond me. The whole reason why annie attacked ganji was originally because aesop manipulated annie into hurting him, not that annie got scared of the way he spoke? Plus, due to her timid and sweet girl type personality i could never see annie physically fighting/attacking ganji, it’s just not something that would happen. How could she ever have the confidence to do that, when she was literally scared of ganji? Then, on top of that, annie wouldn’t be provoked by his accent so easy? In her trailer, she was literally described to be like her mother, who was very nice, that being a trait annie had. So for her to just go attacking him so so EXTREMELY out of character for her.

Then, next screenshot I’m showing right now is the shock value racism randomly put in this for god who knows why?

“unfavorable impression” caused by 3-1-4’s accent? This is so ooc for annie, it feels like a poorly written oc/au. The antagonization of annie feels so unnecessary and just not needed. Game 3 might not have had a Hunter, but it did have an antagonist, that being aesop. The whole antagonization doesn’t feel right for her at all.

Then now, I wanna talk about Victor. One of the main things in game 3 is that they were not able to talk or communicate with each other. if they were able to do that, what’s the point of him even being here if they could already speak verbally? His writing was already kinda not the best, but this entire letter takes whatever relevance he had to the plot away. He needs to get something consistent, or else in this case his character is just useless. It’s completely unfair that aesop is able to get clear motivations and goals, but the other characters goals and aspirations just get handled horribly.

Game 3 was so unique in the way it functioned, and with the characters that were so similar, but so different at the same time. What could have been a group of compelling a deeply well written characters now feel like a dumpster fire or mischaracterization and the severe lack of coherence. All just from one letter too. This feels like a big fat slap in the face for me as someone who loved game 3, and all of the characters for game 3, ESPECIALLY annie, and if you loved game three, also this should feel like a slap in the face for you too.

**im aware that this is a leak, and it could be potentially false, but this has been on my mind practically ever since I heard of it, and everything is just so absurd.**

edit: the letter was updated and changed, a few things did change (examp; annie isnt racist anymore) but that dosent mean I don’t have issues with the letter, I’ll probably make an updated post eventually if people r still interested in this

[lizzyk137]

Y/n and Gibbs are best friend's with benefits which nobody knows about. Y/n isn't the type to keep a relationship at least as long as they have known her, she would say she's married to the job. Tony asks why he can't get a woman to stay y/n tells him remembering there names the next morning is a good start to which he asks when the last time she saw any action. Gibbs who over hears this knows the answer but also realizes you won't ask him to get involved just kind of smacks Tony's head. Tony spends the entire week making jabs about y/n non exist love life causing her to be irritated in turn distant from Gibbs. Gibbs Warnes him to back off as she is gonna snap By the end of the week Gibbs can tell she is gonna lose it he is intent on making sure she does so with only him around so he can defuse the it without and broken bones. as the team waits for the elevator Tony says one last thing she hits her limit, makes to punch him causing Gibbs to grab her by the waist and push her into the elevator telling the rest to take the stairs as the doors close.

Annoyance- Agent Gibbs (Gibbs X Reader)

Warnings: teasing/slight bullying, a head slap, burst of anger, and some nice fluff

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"Tomorrow night?" Gibbs asks, just before the elevator doors open.

"Yep." You answer and walk out towards the bullpen while Gibbs passes you and heads up to the Director's office.

"I just don't know if none of them want to be in a committed relationship." Tony was spinning in his chair, chatting with McGee.

"Tony, I don't think I'm one to be getting advice on this." McGee shook his head.

"Ahhh, yes, lonely McGee." Tony swiveled his chair till his eyes landed on you. "But you. You can help."

You rolled your eyes as you sat your bag down. Not because Tony annoyed you, but rather, his questions annoyed you. "And what can I help you with, Tony?"

"Why don't women want to stay?"

"Stay where?"

"Stay more than just the night. I've met some wonderful women recently, and none of them want to stay more than the night. Women just don't want to stay in a committed relationship anymore!"

You chuckled at his question and answered back teasingly. "Well, remembering their names could be a start."

McGee laughed as Tony stood up and leaned against your desk. "And when was the last time you got any?"

"I don't think I need to disclose that information." You said, thinking about what had happened this morning with Gibbs.

You both had been friends-with-benefits ever since a near death experience in which Gibbs took you to his place, and then one thing led to another, and now, a year later, you've been having fun no strings attached. Well, at least for Gibbs. You both were married to your job. Anyone could see that, but the feelings you had for each other were protective and caring.

"I think you don't want to disclose it cause you haven't been getting it." Tony laughed.

You rolled your eyes as Tony whipped his body around teasingly, singing how you didn't get any action, stopping when he turned to face Gibbs, who had been standing right behind him. "Uh... Boss, hey, I was just talking with- ow!" Tony rubbed the back of his head after Gibbs gave him a big slap on the back of his head. The sound of the slap causes you to smirk at the satisfying sound.

"We got a dead body in Glenns. Gear up."

You sent a thankful look to Gibbs as you collected your stuff. Gibbs knew you wouldn't say anything about your relationship with him. Even though he gave you the okay, he knew you still wouldn't. You both had never talked about keeping it a secret. You both just did with respect to each other. Plus, the number of questions the team would have and the constant teasing from DiNozzo would be the death of you.

The rest of the week would consist of two cases and constant teasing from Tony. "Got another date with Taylor this afternoon. What are you doing later night, Y/N?"

"Tony, don't push me. I'm not in the mood." You got up from your desk and walked out of the bullpen.

"DiNozzo." Gibbs called out, reading glass on as he looked down at a document, his pointer finger motioning him closer.

"Yeah, Boss?"

"Leave her alone. She's got enough to handle on this case."

"Boss, I'm just teasing her." Tony chuckled.

"Yeah? I'm telling you to stop it."

Tony sighed and walked away, Gibbs watching him annoyed. In the past week, you had pulled away from him, not wanting to get together after work and barely saying anything at work. He knew you were upset with Tony. You loved your job and were committed to it, but he knew you gave up any chance at a relationship because of it.

You just hit your thirties, and while everyone around you was starting families or getting married, all you had was work and some amazing nights with your boss that you couldn't talk about. He knew you secretly wanted a relationship even if you never said anything. He also knew you'd bottle up your emotions and annoyance until it became too heavy to carry, and you'd snap.

He wanted to defuse anything privately and quickly before you went after DiNozzo for saying something stupid. He was hoping that today he would get the chance before you snapped.

"Y/N." Gibbs called out as he caught a glimpse of you heading down towards the interrogation rooms. He jogged down the hall to you and entered the viewing room right behind you.

"What did you need, Gibbs?" You asked sighing as you collected some loose papers on the sound station.

"Just checking on you. Making sure you're okay." He said, your straight face not changing. "Ya looked stressed."

"I'm not. Just annoyed and tired. These two cases back to back have been kicking my ass." You sat on the edge of the table and looked at Gibbs. He could see the exhaustion in your face. He came over and wrapped his arms around you, but you pushed him away. "I gotta go bring these to booking."

He nodded and stepped away as you walked out of the room.

"So I was telling her, Taylor, we got to try this new restaurant this weekend, and she said, well, what she said was not something I can mention at work. But the bottom line is that we got a romantic getaway in a snowy cottage that we won't be leaving this weekend." Tony rambled as you waited for the elevator.

You sighed, mentally preparing yourself for a teasing comment. Gibbs next to you watching your reaction, hoping he'd still have part of his senior field agent if you snapped.

"So, Y/N," Tony drawled out your name. "What are you up to this weekend? Another lonely night reading with a bottle of rosé?"

Gibbs saw your eye twitch then your whole body turned to face DiNozzo, a growl coming out of your mouth, as he grabbed your body in his arms pulling you into the now opened elevator as you tried to get away to yell at Tony.

"Take the stairs!" Gibbs yelled to a stunned Tony and McGee while pushing the close door button on the elevator as he tried to detain you.

Once the doors closed, he pulled the emergency switch and let you go. He watched as you breathed deeply, then rested your head against the side of the elevator, letting out an annoyed grunt.

"I know, I know. I shouldn't have snapped and tried to go after him."

"I didn't say anything."

"Ugh, you don't have to. I can feel your gaze on the back of my head." You turned around, leaning up against the wall looking at Gibbs. "I guess it was just weighing on me."

"What? Tony or you annoyance with not having a relationship."

You rolled your eyes. "Gibbs, I don't have any problem not being in a relationship. My job is my relationship."

"If it wasn't a problem then why get so upset? And your job shouldn't be your relationship."

"The pot calling the kettle black there, Gibbs. You're married to the job, so what's the difference."

Gibbs took a step towards you. "You're young. You'll find someone. I've lived my life, and I sure as hell had my fair share of relationships."

"Gibbs, I've tried, but no one gets what I do for my job. The canceling, the long nights, the never being able to talk about work until the case is over. God, I have to fuck my boss in order to get some." You cried frustrated. You weren't a crier but this was getting to you for some reason and you didn't know why.

"Why not me?"

You looked up, confused. "What do you say?"

"I said, why not me? We're already doing it. We both know how this job gets. Half our nights are spent together anyway. It has been a year, so why not give it a shot?"

You stared at Gibbs in disbelief. You blinked a few times to make sure you weren't imagining things, but you weren't. Gibbs was looking at you with a small smirk on his face, watching the gears turn in your head as you tried to figure out.

"Are you seriously suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" Gibbs' smirk just got bigger as he came closer to you, his body brushing up against yours. His hands on either side of your head as he leaned in and brought his lips to yours. He pulled away and winked at you.

"Why don't we give DiNozzo something to talk about?"

[hchollym]

I have a question about Fleur. You and a lot of other people act like she is this unfairly victimized character, but if I remember correctly, wasn't she really rude in canon?

It seems like you're genuinely asking and not just bashing the character, so I'll give you an honest answer.

I feel like Fleur tends to be treated by her stans in a similar way that Percy is (see this post). She's an interesting character because she is flawed, but then antis will go so far overboard with criticism that it causes a knee-jerk reaction to just say, "You know what? Forget it. She's perfect."

She has a lot of great qualities that are often overlooked. She is brave, fiercely loyal to the people she loves, and willing to forgive others (such as Molly & Ginny).

She's also more relatable than people tend to realize. Yes, she's this gorgeous part veela character, but some of her experiences are pretty consistent with any other person on the planet.

For example, look at this scene from Book 4 after the Second Task:

“Fleur Delacour, though she demonstrated excellent use of the Bubble-Head Charm, was attacked by grindylows as she approached her goal, and failed to retrieve her hostage. We award her twenty-five points.” Applause from the stands. “I deserved zero,” said Fleur throatily, shaking her magnificent head.

Most of us have felt self-critical and disappointed in ourselves at one point or another.

In that same book, it's clear that Fleur has a crush on Cedric & is constantly trying to flirt with him, yet when she asks him to the Yule Ball, he turns her down to go with Cho instead.

Again, most of us know what rejection feels like, so we can see ourselves in that situation.

Is Fleur flawed as well? Of course. Everyone is.

She can definitely be arrogant and rude:

“She looked at me like I was a sea slug or something. Didn’t even answer..."

&

Meanwhile Fleur Delacour was criticizing the Hogwarts decorations to Roger Davies. “Zis is nothing,” she said dismissively, looking around at the sparkling walls of the Great Hall. “At ze Palace of Beauxbatons, we ’ave ice sculptures all around ze dining chamber at Chreestmas. Zey do not melt, of course . . . zey are like ’uge statues of diamond, glittering around ze place. And ze food is seemply superb. And we ’ave choirs of wood nymphs, ’oo serenade us as we eat. We ’ave none of zis ugly armor in ze ’alls, and eef a poltergeist ever entaired into Beauxbatons, ’e would be expelled like zat.” She slapped her hand onto the table impatiently.

&

'No, no, silly boy,’ said Fleur with a tinkling laugh, ‘I mean next summer, when we – but do you not know?’ Her great blue eyes widened and she looked reproachfully at Mrs Weasley, who said, ‘We hadn’t got around to telling him yet.’ Fleur turned back to Harry, swinging her silvery sheet of hair so that it whipped Mrs Weasley across the face. ‘Bill and I are going to be married!’

&

‘She ’as let ’erself go, zat Tonks,’ mused Fleur, examining her own stunning reflection in the back of a teaspoon. ‘A big mistake, if you ask –’

&

Celestina ended her song on a very long, high-pitched note and loud applause issued out of the wireless, which Mrs Weasley joined in with enthusiastically. ‘Eez eet over?’ said Fleur loudly. ‘Thank goodness, what an ’orrible –’

&

‘Yes, isn’t it?’ said Ron. ‘Gravy, Fleur?’ In his eagerness to help her, he knocked the gravy boat flying; Bill waved his wand and the gravy soared up in the air and returned meekly to the boat. ‘You are as bad as zat Tonks,’ said Fleur to Ron, when she had finished kissing Bill in thanks. ‘She is always knocking –’

So clearly, Fleur is not perfect, but one of the major problems is that JKR seems to constantly exaggerate secondary female character's flaws (like Fleur, Lavender, Parvati, etc.) to fit in with the negative stereotype of feminine women.

Plus, it's very frustrating that Fleur is the only female competitor in the Triwizard Tournament, and yet she consistently does worse than her male counterparts on each task. That's misogyny and absolute BS on JKR's part.

So to summarize, Fleur fans do tend to be very protective of her (to the point of erasing her flaws), but it's a direct result/backlash of fandom's/society's opinion on the worth of feminine women.

Thanks for the ask! 😊

[destinygoldenstar]

My Final Ranking Of The TD2023 Tier List Now That The Season Is Over

I must stress that Season Two REALLY changed some of these for me… mostly for the worse.

I made a post about how I did not like Season Two’s last 5 episodes.

I can safely say Bowie is my favorite of the cast as a result. Cause he had a very consistent story and personality in both, got development, and reached a satisfying end despite not getting far in Season Two.

Julia is a runner up though, but I don’t put her in favorites because of the last 5 episodes. You’re gonna see that a lot.

I originally had Damien a slot higher and was considering putting him in Favorites depending on the last 5 episodes and what they would do with him.

Yeah, that led to absolutely nothing of value, was a slap to the face for all Damien fans, and basically said “Yeah, this character is useless to the story.”

I can’t say Season Two ruined Damien… but it got him a tier lower now that it’s apparent to me. At least Zee DID something that impacted things.

Priya is a case where the last 5 episodes ruined her. I get it’s in character. You’d think she’d have learned something by now. But instead she became really toxic and stupid for no reason. I was digging her story too. Shame.

Wayne is also a tier lower than Raj now. Because at least Raj got something to do outside of Wayne. But Wayne could’ve had the same with some of his qualities in Season 1. But no, none of those were there in Season 2.

In a strategic focused season that’s all about strategies, and how strategy impacts relationships, you’d think someone with those morals learned throughout the season would win. But no. The only thing is that Wayne played fair and hates cheating. Okay. So does Raj. But at least Raj became upfront about the cheating and called it out and was an influence towards such. And it’s a character arc Bowie had about not cheating.

Caleb didn’t cheat technically. He just played the game. There’s a difference.

It just rubs me off the wrong way.

Ooh Millie… she used to be in Love for me. I really liked her character in Season 1. She wasn’t my pick to win, but she was one of my favorites to follow in Season 1. I’ll explain why in another post where I talk about all of these guys in detail.

But basically, I can’t like her character anymore. Season 2 absolutely ruined her.

Let’s just reset her satisfying character development back to square one as though nothing happened. Let’s make her an attempted murderer and then NOT have her see it as a bad thing until she got compared to Ripper. Which makes her whole apology extremely selfish because what’s stopping me from thinking all she cares about is being called good again.

No. You’re a bad person. And you never got better. At least in Season 1 you were realistically a faulty non-self aware being, but not an attempted batterer!

So yeah. It legit made me like Millie’s character a whole lot less. And I’m starting to look back at Season 1 Millie more negatively, KNOWING she never changes as a person. Disappointing.

I wanted to make a post defending you girl. Now I can’t.

Ripper actually got higher on a different note. He wasn’t as annoying this time. That’s always a plus. I know that’s not saying much, but I cant really say I hate Ripper anymore in either season. Cause at least his character is pretty consistent while also just having better jokes.

I’ll make a post where I talk about all of these guys in as much detail as I can.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

LMAOAAOA OH WAIT RLLY?? I’ve never used ibisPaint for anything more than needing to quickly get a diagram out so I wasn’t aware…if you actually want to though you could try using the airbrush on like max radius and using that to make the gradient effect plus the smudge? I don’t typically use it so I might not be grasping all the mechanics or kinks LOL but SAME I always forget he’s French LMAOOOOO

IM CRYING THE DONKEY SUIT wait imagine y/n (because otoya isn’t witty enough to say this) just is like “actually you didn’t even need the suit since you’re already an ass” LMAFOAOAD anyways I wonder how the model in the photo feels about having to wear this LORD FARQUAD UAHAHSHSHA it’s reversed instead of the giant ass chin it’s the giant ass hair LOL he definitely would NOT accept having to look up when talking to otoya (also same he could be Mike wazowski and I wouldn’t care)

HEHE TYYY WE DID!!! Lowk really nice after all the recent grass touching work I had to do and yess no lore development here LMAO tbh I don’t think I’ve ever been in any super crazy situations before I feel like the canon events don’t cross paths with me LOLLL

The Barou glowup is INSANE and NEEDED his visuals before were a bit rough oops also nagi fs!!!! I love the way his eyes are drawn now and I think they’d be really also found a stabilized style for his hair too?? I love that little wavy middle strand that goes across his nose it’s so cute

LMAOO wingman chigiri who actually knows what he’s doing but he’s late to literally every single hangout or plan they schedule and has a really bad sense of being on time which makes ever set up unnecessarily difficult (based off pwc and I forgot but floating tidbits of him taking too long to dry his hair or get ready LMAO)

YESSS to date you’re the one I trust above all else to execute any ideas I have well hehe I think my only other request was to Jeirin for the 300 event? I think it was more along the lines of just general thoughts as opposed to an actual like reader fic or anything though so amongst actual fic requests you’re my one and only!! You know your writing is insane when you’ve broken me out of my lurker stage LOL I had contemplated sending stuff like once or twice before but backtracked and never ended up doing it soooo

AHAHDSJSH yeah er Karasu content is a little dry but I think it’s still more alive than it was before…but omg Mira back in action?? Don’t push yourself too hard though LOL that’s fr kinda my philosophy though (not for writing oops lol) but if like if I wanted a really specific trinket or item I’d just go make it myself (also results in a lot of ideas and plans that don’t get executed though so uhhh don’t follow my example LMAOO) but yeahhh ATP there’s just multiple tiers of degrees of swerving LOL

This is like those behind the scenes documentaries of like “the making of” the original Otoya plan is insane but I’m glad it got to where it is now!! I agree I think the aegislash arc wouldn’t be the same if it were otoya instead of nagi LOL and I think the underground smuggling ring arc would also feel different if Otoya was the lead

FIVE MONTHS time is a scary construct….I was not ready to be slapped by that fact omg….but hmmm well if tumblrs anything like other social media a big part of it probably just ends up being the algorithm based off the time of day you post plus consistency (I remember influencers would make so many “tutorials” on how to get big and they’d always mention literally scheduling out posts like that’s insane) but FR!! I lowk still get kinda confused by the notes system here but sometimes I feel like the short blurb fics get more notes traction because they are geared more towards the crowds that would consume that content (likewattpadreaderserm) so it’s maybe like also the demographic that causes it?? But honestly that’s also sm healthier of a mindset to keep it an actually enjoyable hobby and plus I’m here to say your work is actually fire I’m really picky with the stuff I read especially with like flow and grammar and eloquence (despite my yapping sessions being so disorganized SHDGSHS) so yeah saving your energy for things you actually enjoy is a much better route LOL

FRRRR im crying wait that’s true we do just get the extra emo from rin SHDHS imagine seeing him from Shidous pov LMAO

Careless whisper taken for granted because of the memes LOLLL

- Karasu anon

HAHA for my recoloring ngl i just import the panel, extract the line art, and then use the filter tool to change the color w the hex code i want that matches the divide i’ve made HAHA there’s def some stuff with overlays i could mess around with to see if i could get gradients to work though hmm much to consider

LMAOOO y/n beefing with karasu to hide that she’s actually madly attracted to him instead of her ACTUAL boyfriend otoya i bet she was secretly praying for him to be puss in boots because he’d look hot asf in that fit SKJHFSKJDH anyways yeah i guess the models are making their bag so they can’t be too mad about it?? but it’s funny to imagine someone posing for those pics (yukimiya core asf)

YAYYYY SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED YOURSELF HEHE and yesss omg it was so nice none of my professors assigned any homework that weekend so i had nothing to stress about no tests to study for literally just hanging out with my friends and partying and developing the lore HAHA omg pls i feel like i’m just a canon event magnet or smth but luckily i’m entering my winter hibernation era when i become irrelevant because i refuse to interact with people i’m not friends with already so we are free from canon events until the spring (i hope)

yeahhh things were rough for barou in the early days but tbh as soon as second selection came and he joined isagi’s team his glow up happened and it’s only been up from there…he looks INSANELY good in the nel and u20 game like the panels are SO HYPE AHHH i love him so much tbh i hope we can get back to him and isagi being the main rivals of the series GET RIN OUTTA HERE barousagi rivalry >>>> rinsagi rivalry sorry not sorry barou and isagi actually feel like healthy and real rivals that push each other to be better rin and isagi is just like “my brother thinks you don’t suck so i want to kill you and then myself” “ok” LMAOOOO anyways nagi’s design has definitely stabilized a lot!! agreed his little strand is so cute it makes his hair look even fluffier and softer somehow (also manshine nagi…sigh…so gorgeous)

SKDJFHS actually wait technically we do get wingman chigiri in the oaeu with nagi because aiku is actually nagi’s OPP in that one HAHAHA so wingman chigiri is already canon kinda like how wingman hiori is technically canon in fwtkac?? if you can consider whatever tf he was doing “wingmanning” (aiku and niko would be disappointed but whatever works ig)

HAHAH SO HONORED TO HAVE BROKEN YOU OUT OF YOUR LURKER STAGE EVEN SOMEWHAT in return you finally allowed me to write for karasu because before fwtkac i just knew i wanted to write him but i had no idea how so it was actually perfect truly a meeting of the minds…karasu anon x mira chemical reaction can never be beaten fr

pls that’s fr my philosophy too and that’s why i have a bazillion works in progress honestly i don’t mind so much for myself personally but sometimes i feel bad for the people that read my stuff and then are like wtf why hasn’t this updated in months BROOO IDK I JUST DON’T FEEL LIKE IT but then sometimes i get back on the grind randomly?? like pomegranate ink was on hiatus for almost a year and then randomly one day i just started writing for it again and then in a month i wrote over 100k words and finished the entire thing 😭 it’s especially bad with blue lock though because like not to be #hater but there are just not very many fics out there (i don’t read fics very often but every now and again i’ll take a peek through the tags) let alone really long or involved ones LET ALONE ones for characters i actually LIKE (forget about karasu and yukimiya for a second…why is there nothing for BAROU??? NAGI????? like these are some of the most popular characters why does kaiser have more fics than them) so i really do end up doing it myself

PLS behind the scenes of pursuit fr SKFSKJD here’s another behind the scenes fact the original version (aka the otoya version) was called “inheritance” and instead of sibling bonds it was meant to be more about nature vs nurture (otoya the exile ending up to be a kind person compared to his crueler clan, karasu and yayoi being opposites, barou and reader being opposites, etc etc) so the themes definitely changed a lot there 😭 hmm what else was there from the original version that i can think of…uhhh tullia and karasu like i mentioned LMAOOO lowkey i can kinda see them together but her and reo are better so not mad about that plus with reader not getting with otoya it doesn’t make as much sense for tullia to end up w karasu yk HAHA but agreed i think nagi is a much better route to take (NOT biased) he fits reader’s personality more and the arcs have a different feel to them with him as the love interest…nagi just truly is that guy he showed up in the story as a side character, said “nuh uh”, and then shoved his way into being the main lead which somehow actually improved the work?? insane

FIVE MONTHS IS SOOO CRAZY like almost half a year of us talking is wild to me!! but i wouldn’t have it any other way hehe…yeah i think it has to do with tags and post time and other stuff LMAO i don’t even care enough to look into it SDKFH i think part of it too is that those short blurb mega posts tag like fifty characters so they come up in a LOT of searches meanwhile i literally only tag my posts for my own organization so i don’t use too many tags or anything like that!! but agreed also the blurb mega posts definitely cater towards a certain crowd omg somewhat related but i saw a post that said smaus are killing fics the way velocity edits killed editing and idk why but it made me laugh SO hard 😭 don’t get me wrong i love a good smau but i fear the post was a bit too accurate

THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYINGGG like we never get to see sae just chilling w the bros (not that he really has any) i bet he’s probably a decent enough guy when he’s not being shown through rin’s #emo #brocken perspective SKHFJS omg sae through shidou’s perspective would truly be something though ngl i bet careless whisper would be playing somehow

[p0ssywhippedcream]

gosh just like, imagine L being somewhat sexuqlly frustrated, case pulling him down and such.

at nights you stay with him, keep him company, ramble at him (which, in turn- he listens, almost being consumed by your voice) while he works. General things.

But now, since he's nearly dying; not having time to take care of himself, too shy to ask you to help- he's just. Suffering through it. One night you seem to just coincidentally turn him on without knowing. He tries holding himself back, not excusing himself or saying anything. They way you delicately put candies in your mouth, the way your fingers glide through the sweets, picking just the right one

g o s h, mans just can anymore, finally has enough of it and just rams you into his desk

*giggles* gosh i love you, y’all know me too well 🤭

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L loves listening to himself talk, but he loves listening to you talk even more. Your words are coated in honey, voice articulating things he’d never ever imagined. You talk about anything, everything, as long as it sparks curiosity or conflict.

L’s gone through typing thousands of sentences listening to you ramble about necklaces, history, food, shoes, video games, books, ex lovers, humanity as a whole, Poland and society. Sometimes you don’t know if he’s actually listening but when he throws a glance in your direction with an interested expression, you know he does care about what you’re saying even if he doesn’t say it too.

So you continue to come in your comfortable clothes, sit with him and practically burst with information and opinions while stealing his sweets every now and then. L likes you, you’re authentic and honest, you wear baggy t shirts and sleep shorts and smell of mint when it’s closer to bed time for you and you’ve recently brushed your teeth. And you’re consistent, every night, 7 on the dot, he hears the waddle of your padded feet slapping the stairs and the squeal of a chair’s hinges as you sit down and scoot towards him.

He likes that about you, you’re precise, but lately he finds himself conflicted. He loves your visits, loves sharing whatever edible heart-attack he has, loves your beautiful, sweet voice next to him. But he dreads the feelings that come with it. His heart races, palms sweat and vision blurs, intense bodily reactions that cause terror and confusion. He feels like he’s dying. And nobody can focus when they’re dying.

Plus, he has an erection that would be fairly obvious if his knees weren’t in the way of you line of sight. He did some research in a spare moment and discovered many things about himself, the important ones being that he’s most likely aroused and that he may have feelings for you. So, you arouse and intrigue him.

He goes through a few nights thinking that information would be enough to calm his symptoms but soon realizes it’s worse now then before because he’s actually aware of the way he looks at you and where he looks at you now.

He can’t help his eyes falling to your pretty, bouncing breasts as you descend the stairs. He can’t help his attention on your pump lips forming words he can hardly hear anymore. He can’t help the blood rushing straight to his cock when you lean out of your chair to grab a bite of his cake and your shorts lift up ever so slightly, allowing the curve of your ass to be seen from where he sits.

He considers asking for help and immediately mentally reprimands himself for even considering the great L would need help. He doesn’t have time for anything else but working and sleeping and he can’t compromise himself just because he’s feeling a little aroused. So he doesn’t do anything, and suffers the consequences.

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You greet L with a smile and giddily bounce over to your designated seat next to him, grabbing a hold of the back of the chair.

“See anything different?” You ask with an excited grin.

L furrows his brow and studies you for a second but comes up empty and shakes his head.

You sigh and give him a faux frown.

“The pajamas?” You spin and he notices what you mean. Deep red strawberries litter your shorts, that seem slightly shorter than the others you wear, and your pink socks have strawberries sewn into the sides. Then you’ve finished spinning and L can see your shirt clearly, he almost goes into cardiac arrest. Directly where your nipples are, there are two small strawberries poking out on the thin fabric.

L quickly clears his throat and turns his chair back to the monitors, bringing his legs closer to his chest, “Very nice.”

You huff and plop down next to him, stealing the fork in his hand and nipping some cake, “‘Very nice?’ I thought you would think they were cute.”

L looks at you from the corner of his eye.

“They’re cute.”

You giggle and turn towards him more, using your foot as leverage to push off the table so that you’re closer to him.

“I know, right? I found them last week shopping with Misa and she said that you were gonna make fun of me but I thought you’d like ‘em so I bought ‘em.”

L thinks for a second then turns to you with a surprised expression, which for him is just a slight eyebrow raise and eye widening.

“You bought them… for me?”

You shrug like it’s no big deal.

“Yeah, thought you’d like ‘em. You’re all about strawberries anyways.”

L’s heart is racing so fast it feels like it’s going to pop out of his chest and run a marathon.

“Well.. you were right. I do like them.”

You throw a smile with teeth his way and he flatlines.

“Anyways… what’ja wanna talk about tonight? I’ve got a few ideas.”

L tries to focus on whatever document he’d been working on before you arrived but you steal his attention again as he sees you pushing your chair even closer to his.

“What are you doing?” He asks.

You make a dive for the bowl of candies next to his keyboard and he gawks at you.

You lean over the arm of the chair and smile at him innocently, “What, you can’t share? Mr. Billionaire is greedy.”

You draw out the ‘dy’ in greedy with a giggle and drop the candies back at his frown.

L shakes his head at your antics, “No, I mean what are you doing so close? Can’t you talk from over there?”

You ignore the ego pang you could take and shrug, dropping eye contact in favor of your finger nails suddenly being very interesting.

“I dunno… thought we were close enough that I could sit here.”

L recognizes your expression and sighs, looking straight ahead at his screen.

“You can. I don’t mind.” He pretends not to see the way your face lights up again and pretends a little harder not to notice the tingling feeling inside his stomach.

There’s a few moments of silence before the creaking of your chair shifting ever closer to his draws a quarter of his attention. The arm of your chair bumps his and he glances to his right to see your mischievous grin beaming up at him from where your head rests on his chair, nearly falling onto his lap.

L must be a pro at this point when it comes to ignoring his feelings but he still struggles to keep a straight face when your hands come out to trace shapes into the side of his jeans.

He can’t tell how long it’s been that you’ve been talking about meaningless things or how long you’ve been practically in his chair with the way your whole body leans onto his. Could’ve been ten minutes, twenty or an hour, L’s too enthralled by your presence to get work done at his usual pace.

You reach your hand out to the bowl of sweets and L watches you in his peripheral vision as your delicate fingers search for your favored flavor, gently brushing the others and softly plucking one up. The way your eyes seem so focused on the task, lips curling into a bottom bite as your hand pushes the candy through reddened lips.

You hum in satisfaction at the taste and L’s thoughts scatter, leaving only the sight of you on his mind. Taking quick note of how little work he’s gotten done tonight, of his aching erection rubbing against the rough confines of his pants and the way your nipples poke out just right on the shirt, barely visible under the strawberries and makes a decision he’s yet to regret. L is going to get laid.

“Y/n, stand up.” Puzzled, you do so and tug on the bottom of your shorts when they come up too high.

“I… want to do something, you may stop me at any time.” You nod and make a concerned face that fades as he stands too, cupping your face and angling it towards his.

The only sign of the anxiety he feels inside is the shaking hands the cradle your jaw with uncertainty. He meets your eyes with hesitant eye contact and sees only pure desire and trust back.

L’s lips gloss over yours, barely a whisper yet enough to make you whimper and tangle your hands in the mess of his hair. You pull his towards you with urgency, slotting your lips against his much more desperately.

You taste like raspberries and toothpaste and months of longing, L feels like he might die when your hands wander down to his chest and fist the fabric of his shirt with a muffled gasp. L knows you’ll stop him if you don’t want anything further so he takes a leap of faith and drops his hands to your waist, pulling you closer to his body. His throbbing, clothed erection brushes your thigh with a groan from you both.

You pull away, lips kissbitten and eyes glazed over with lust. L’s heart chases after you, beating like crazy inside it’s poor little cage.

“You look angelic.” His words fumble out like a broken dam but he means it, almost proud of himself when you blush and smile.

“What was that thing you wanted to do?” You change the subject with a nervous fidget of his shirt in your fists.

“You, if you’d let me.” He sounds bold and sure of himself but he’s hardly controlling himself from begging you to just kiss him like that again, even though if you did, he’d surely fall completely in love with you.

You met his eyes with a unfamiliar shyness and nod quickly.

“I’d let you..please, do.”

He allows his signature proud smirk to take his lips before he takes yours again, hands wandering down to the ruffle at the edge of your pajamas.

He tugs them down your thighs slightly and cups your ass in his big hands before breaking the kiss.

“Turn around.”

Your back faces him and he uses his leverage to bend you over his desk, his mind freezing up when he notices a dark spot on your pink panties, puffy clit poking out on the material.

He trails his fingers up towards the waistband and slowly pulls them down, a string of arousal between your pussy and panties growing thinner and finally breaking once they’re down where your shorts are.

“You’re incredibly wet.” L remarks with a finger sliding through your dripping folds, eyes catching the full body shiver you do.

“You’re incredibly attractive.” You snap back quick but there’s amusement in your tone. “Sometimes shit happens.”

He mentally rolls his eyes and simply replied by propping you up in a easier position, pushing your back into a arch and your ass high in the air.

“May I?” He asks, hoping you understand the implication by the sound of his zipper.

“You may.” You respond with a cheeky grin over your shoulder, “Such a gentleman, aren’t you?”

“Always.” He wants to say something romantic but he doesn’t know how you’ll take it.

Right as his hands clasp your hips and tug you closer to his waiting cock, he lets it slip.

“For you.”

You both know there’s implications behind that more than just him saying he’ll ask for consent but you ignore it for now. You know later, when you’re stumbling back to your room with a giddy smile and sore legs, you’ll giggle to yourself over the thought he may want you for more than just sex.

His tip angles at your entrance and he takes a breath before gently pushing in, pulling a sensual gasp from your mouth as your wetness expands around him. Curses fall easily from your lips as you shuffle your legs farther apart, feeling him bottom out completely.

You already feel your pussy ache, accommodating the stretch almost painful but wonderfully full at the same time. L, on the other hand, is also greatly feeling the size difference. He’s been holding his breath and mentally clicking through past cases to keep himself from busting a load too soon, his hands an iron grin on your poor waist.

A wet squelch sounds as he begins pulling out to thrust in again and your red cheeks flame even harder, knowing you’re definitely soaking him and yourself.

L waits for a second and slyly says, “Is that a snail in your pants or are you just excited to see me?”

You laugh loud and abruptly, nearly choking as he pushes in again through the joke. You love his sense of humor but sometimes he’s really got to read the room, still though, you feel more at ease.

L feels his cock tense and balls clench and resolves to move faster, in order to please both parties. His hips slam against yours deeply as he fucks himself into you, your slick pussy driving him halfway mad.

“F-fuck.. please! Please, L, please!” You sound like you’re crying from the desperation in your voice but from the pornographic moans leaking at a consistent rate, L knows it feels good to you.

Atleast he hopes it does, and when he realizes he wants to make it better, he angles so that with each thrust, your clit rubs against the smooth table and instantly feels the effects, your cunt squeezing infinitely harder.

He lets out a choked noise for the first time and you nearly cum right then, his broken voice groaning sounds ethereal to your ears.

“Y/n…I’m going to orgasm.” You almost chuckle at his use of vocabulary but nod hurriedly nonetheless.

“Mmmm..me too, fuck….harder, please!”

L thrusts harder at your command and gave a few final desperate ruts before letting out a string of your name connected to a deep, long sob of ‘fuck’. You clench around him and pant out his alias as you shake through your release.

He nearly falls on top of you and thankfully rolls to the side with a satiated look, slowly pulling himself out of your sore, dripping hole.

After a few beats of heavy breathing, you shoot him a tired smile and ask, “Get what you wanted?”

He looks back at you with something unidentifiable and smiles slightly too.

“For now.”

[mzmezzler]

Alternative Title: SKZOO animals I'd pick, my magnum opus

Asks (mine) and tweets (not mine) I expanded on: [1] [2] [3] [4]

~ please note this is nsfw

Bang Chan - Wolf

Chris as a wolf is easily the most consistent association

He has been a wolf for years and his on and off stage makes this choice very consistent

In the sense of sfw, Chan would end up carrying himself like an overtly rowdy dog almost.

Like under-estimating his strength, claiming his favorite things, lots of sniffing and scenting, he loves holding you.

A total service top

He is often frustrated with rules since his instincts tell him to just take and dominate, but he just wants to be a good boy

Likes to be put in his place and humiliated till he's whimpering and whining with his tail in between his legs like a puppy

Would hate to admit but punishments where he's in a muzzle and having his dick slapping are his favorite

Minho - Cat

I don't care if he has bunny teeth, everything else about that man is a cat.

Literally everything lines up, go fight your mom about it

Anywho, sense he has a whole tsundere vibe going on, Minho would act as if he doesn't like your advances and coddling just to be betrayed by his own senses

Ranging from nuzzling and purring into your touch, ears darting in your direction when he wants to seem like he's ignoring you, or his tail moving on it's own...he would have a love hate relationship with these instances

Mainly because he doesn't really have to voice what he's feeling sometimes but he dislikes it for that exact reason

But on the other hand, he also loves it cause he can use these heightened sense to make sensory play literally intoxicating

Gags, nose hooks, blindfolds, etc

Anything to make his senses go the full mile as you over stim and force multiple orgasms out of him would be great

Changbin - Wild Boar

Now I don't care what y'all wanna say, the whole "muscle pig" or whatever concept should be expanded *refer to sources 3 and 4*

Unlike the simple pig, Boars are quite strong bodied, and have a coat of fur to maintain themselves in their environment.

It just fits cause: short, stupidly strong, very loyal and protective, etc. Plus when he has that scruffy look to his hair it just reminded me of their thick and unruly coats.

With the tendency to wallow when not on the move; since Boars are active animals it would align with the amount Changbin exercises, but in that vain Boars need to lounge and rest quite often

All of this could move into a strength kink or even being humiliated for wanting to be so emasculated because he is such a big and strong man

Is it bad I want him to oink and be degraded by being called a little piggie....

ANYWAY NEXT

Hyunjin - Ferret

Ferrets are said to be very cuddly, playful, and mischievous animals....just like Hyunjin.

His stature and personality match the pick so well

I can see the trait of borrowing as a neat one to get into since with this idea in mind paired with how ferrets love to collect makes me think that Hyunjin would love going through your things and would genuinely like sifting through your laundry when he misses you, much to your horror when you find the boy in a pile of your dirty clothes

Or just the idea that since Ferrets like to lick to clean and catch their owners attention, Hyunjin wouldn't hold back licking or nipping you with a pout just to let you know he wants you or wants to cuddle

And because he'd have a penchant for being clingy, those licks and nips would often morph into something more

His wiggles and squirming when you get him off~

Would instantly take a nap right after

Jisung - Squirrel

Now do I hate him as a Quokka...no. It's very fitting and fits how expressive he is, but look me in the eye and fill out a smut headcanon for a Quokka hybrid-

So next best, aka the best option is Jisung as a Squirrel.

He already collects his food in his cheeks, is skittish, and is very animated as a person

But with hybrid qualities, this would translate into lots of staring first of all

Squirrels stare to see if they need to run from danger, but once they get to know you it's also to see if you'll feed them

As a Squirrel, Jisung would be energetic, like stupidly so, but he would often go all to where he suddenly crashes and needs a hard nap or to go into a deep sleep

In an nsfw sense, Jisung would be a bit insatiable but he wouldn't be able to take a lot. Squirrels are easily scared and overwhelmed but if Jisung is wanting to work with that he could have a big fearplay kink

Would like to nest with you in his state of subspace if he goes that deep during a scene

needs lots of aftercare

Felix - Chick

Another very flexible member, Felix would quite literally fit any small, cute farmland animal at this point.

He fits a cat, bunny, baby cow, duckling, etc.

But I'll give this to JYP for once cause he's an adorable chick

To be a baby chick, Felix is in a bit of a "stunted state" which just has to do with his mind space sometimes but really has to do with his hair and mannerisms

With his hair being that same distinct yellow with a little cluster of tail feathers and the tendency to chirp when he's excited or needy

His headspace may go in a mock little space/dreamer state since he is a baby chick that has grown past what may be normal for chicks

he can handle himself but there are times he'll revert and really need help whether he's in sub space, sick, or really sleepy

In nsfw situations he would prefer gentle play and sometimes is surprised by how sensitive his tail feathers may be

also needs lots of aftercare

Seungmin - Puppy

ah yes...seungmo puppy

I honestly think he would be more subdued than Wolf!Chris

Where he is an overgrow, feral puppy; Seungmin is like the mellow, super cuddly pup with a very excitable personality at times.

Seungmin wouldn't like to bark too much, but he does have a tendency to do the whole excited panting when he's too excited or just having a lot of fun and doesn't catch it

he wouldn't want to seem lie a dopy dog or anything, but he's just so cute when his head tilts to the side when he doesn't get something

During scenes, Seungmin would be very flexible with you, choosing his role depending on the day like a true vers

But whether you're fucking him on a plush dog bed while his floppy ears are splayed out by his head or doing the fucking and panting into his thrusts with drool dripping off of his tongue

this would be the one time he wouldn't mind his canine habits and give into his carnal desires

Jeongin - Fox

Jeongin as a fox, is so good. Like he's a good boy, but also not

He gets into mischief far too often, but he tries

Foxes are so loving and affectionate, very much unlike what Jeongin likes to give off, but when comfortable with you he will let that gloss over and let his cuddly side show through

He has whiskers...Innie deserves the whiskers

Back to his mischief, sense foxes are nocturnal or at least are awake from late nights to early mornings, Jeongin would get into the most while you sleep

*cite first link* speaking of you sleeping, Jeongin gets into the most trouble then since he has a tendency to try to sneak under your covers and wiggle his way between your legs to nuzzle against your groin and feel himself calm down between your thighs

But even as this could be a comfort for him, his mind and body often has his intentions going south with him moving forth to lick, nibble, and suck along your inner thighs and over your underwear until you wake up and check under the sheets to see a grinning fox ready to wish you a good morning

[shawtybabe]

Pinball Wizard: First day (Vance Hopper x reader chap. 1)

Hey so I am writing a story on Wattpad about Vance but none of it's posted yet and I am to busy to be consistent/motivated so I hope by writing on two sites it will help me get some new chapters out. (Its the exact same story so don't feel like you have to go to both websites if you're actually interested in this.)

TW: Blood, fighting, drugs, swearing.

One last thing, I am changing the story up just a bit so it makes sense, plus I hate stories that are pretty much word for word following the plot of the movie/show. First thing, I am going to make Vance the first kid to be taken, and you arrive a month before the kidnappings even start. Another thing is that there is a rich and poor side of town, I cringe at the idea of you beautiful reader living in some trashy, rotting shack, I can't do that to you. 

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Out of all the places in the world, we had to move to the deadest place in the country, Denver Colorado. My mom and I have been doing this for a while, her job is being a very well-known drug dealer, and because of this, we have to move states and sometimes even countries every few years or so.

She has been doing this from the moment I could fit in a car seat, and even though from the outside she may seem like a horrible mother, I couldn't ask for anyone more caring and loving as her. I am sixteen turning seventeen in a few months so once I'm old enough, I can choose to start living on my own or continue living a wonderous life of crime and drugs with my mom.

If I'm being honest, moving states and countries isn't that bad, I don't really get that close with anyone, one of the reasons is that my mother is a very famous drug dealer, and the second is that I don't really find anyone that will accept me for it. A lot of the kids at school end up finding out about it, which leaves me the reject or freak of the school. Over time I have build up a very aggressive or uninterested exterior to people, plus a lot of them don't mean anything to me, I'll be moving and hopefully never see these people again so what's the point of wasting my time with them?

I'm not mad about moving, if anything it's amazing to get to see all these new places, foods, and cultures. I'm mad about this one destination in particular, Denver Colorado, it's a small rural town where almost nothing ever happens. The reason nothing ever happens is because nothing is there to cause anything to happen, I mean, this place is a ghost town, there is a cinema, corner store and a few arcades around. Those are the most interesting places to go around here, and sure, it might be a little more fun with friends, but like I said before, a lot of people don't like me or want to get to know me.

I ran my fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp as I did so. I had been in the car for the last four hours and I really needed a walk or stretch or something. My mom doesn't want to stop the car because there is only fifteen minutes until we reach the town, but I am desperate to move, my legs are cramping and tingling, and my brain is screaming for some sort of relief.

I shifted in my seat, unconsciously heaving a sigh. "Y/n, would you sit still, we are almost there darling, I promise. Once we have reached our house, we will leave the moving people to do their job and we can go get some ice cream." My mother told me. I scoffed with a smile. "Mom, I'm not eight anymore, I can go get ice cream on my own." I resorted back, she playfully slapped my thigh and make a 'tsk' sound.

I smirked and turned up the radio, continuing to shuffle and shift throughout the rest of the drive.

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We soon passed a small sign on the side of the road, it read; 'Welcome to Denver." With a small smiley face next to it. I looked away from the sign and to the trees that lined the side of the road, watching them fly passed while I daydreamed about anything and everything.

My thoughts escaped me once we went over a speed bump, and I was jerked back into reality. I turned to face the road and immediately saw little kids riding their bikes along the path and on the small grass patches. I didn't like kids all that much, they were always loud and gross, the last time I spoke to a little kid, it was a boy and a girl, they both came running up to me with snot hanging down their noses and ended up licking it. I almost threw up right then and there, now the memory is forever etched into my brain.

I pulled a disgusted face and turned to see some people laughing and walking into a little corner store, it must be pretty popular. The store had letters plastered along the top of the building, 'The Grab and Go.' I hummed to myself, watching with a sliver of envy as a group of girls my age walked in together, all laughing, smiling, and giggling to each other.

Everything seemed to be plain and dry here, it looked like it hadn't rained in moths. I like the rain, it gave everything a refreshing glow once it stopped, it created life and sustained us all. Plus, it always lulled me to sleep on long, back aching drives.

I continued staring out the window, watching people, cars and kids go by. All the houses on this side of town looked old and worn out, I'm so glad that we managed to snatch a nice big house, by the looks of it, the town had a poorer and richer side, our house was in the middle of both, it's basically the line that draws the two apart. I'm so thankful for it.

There are ups and downs to my mom being a famous drug dealer, one of the good things is that we are never short on money, we get bucket loads from desperate people looking for some of the best dope of their life. The downside is that at least three times a year, I have to bail or sneak my mom out of jail. Even then it's not that bad, pissing off the cops is one of my favorite pass times, mom doesn't always approve of it though, she says it gives the pigs an even bigger excuse to lock us both away.

We finally pulled up to a big house, the main exterior was made up of wood and cobblestone and it had a big, wooded archway that stood above the front doors. Sitting on the archway was a pointed roof that looked like something from one of those medieval castles, the glass windows had small wooden frames that made small panels and the biggest and longest roof had a small window that protruded from it ever so slightly, the house was perfect.

(Here is a photo I based it off for the people that don't understand my terrible describing skills)

We had to drive up a long driveway, and when I mean long, it took around thirty seconds to drive up and into the car port. It was absolutely breath taking, I didn't have the words to describe how happy this made me.

I looked to my mom, my jaw dropped and eyes wide. She smiled and unbuckled her seatbelt, I did the same, ripping the door open and almost falling out of the car.

"Holy shit mom! This is incredible." I beamed at her, trying to ignore the aching in my legs from being so still and cramped for so long.

"I know you hate these sorts of towns so I hoped a nice house would change your perspective just a little." She explained, running her hand up and down my back lovingly. I turned to her and wrapped my arms around her torso, squeezing tightly.

She squeezed back but let go when she realized the moving people were here. She cupped my cheek with her hand and gave me the house keys. "Go get your bags and pick out a room, if you want you can check out the rest of the town, I'll just make these guys do all the work while I boss them around." My mother smiled devilishly and gestured to the men in the huge truck behind us. I grinned back, narrowing my eyes as thoughts of mischief filled my mind as I took the keys.

"Thank you, mom!" I called out as I raced to the trunk of the car, pulling out my suitcases and stumbling to the front door. 

I dropped my bags to slide the key into the keyhole and swung the door open, the first thing I saw when I opened the door was the huge empty space to the left and the kitchen to the back right of the large room. Just behind the kitchen were these huge, long glass panels with doors in the middle which led outside to the pool and backyard.

My mouth hung open and it took all my will power not to scream like a silly little schoolgirl. I snatched back up my bags and carefully made my way along the smoothed-out timer floor. The kitchen was pressed up against a wall which turned out to be the stairs, the wall was only separating them.

I stumbled over towards the steps and decided that I would make multiple trips to carry all my luggage upstairs, otherwise I would end up falling and snapping my neck. After some snooping, I found the second biggest room up there, it had a walk-in closet and two small steps that lead to what looked like a tiny platform, I'm guessing my bed would go there.

I threw my bags into a small corner and out of the way so no one would trip, I grabbed one of my backpacks and found my purse, I had a fifty dollar note in there and decided that I could stalk out some of the good stores or just get some food or something. 

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I told my mom my plans and she said that it was fine. The warm breeze made my skin tingle and the hot sun made me squint when I looked even remotely towards the sky. 

I set off in a direction I estimated to be the mall, kicking pebbled and stones as I walked. A group of little kids on their bikes rode past me and it made me wonder how the hell they ride their bikes in such heat. 

After a little whiles walk I came across the small corner store, the grab and go. I weighed my choices, I could go to the grab and go to snoop and buy some overly priced soda's and candies, or I could find a mall and get a new pair of shoes or clothes or something.

 I only have fifty bucks so I might not be able to get some quality clothes or shoes so I'll just go to the grab and go instead. 

I walked through the doors, the bell hanging off the frame made a ding sound as I stepped through. I took my time to look around and take a stroll, I noticed out of the corner of my eye a pinball machine, I was about to go take a closer look but a boy with long, blond curly hair stepped up first and slotted some coins in. 

I didn't pay much mind to him and continued on my hunt for some good snacks, I stopped at the rows of magazines they had on shelves, I flipped through some before deciding they weren't worth my while. 

Turning around, I spotted some sodas in the big fridge. My gaze glossed over all the choices; I was about to reach for a bottle of cherry flavored coke when I heard the flimsy metal of a shelf crash.

I whipped my head around to see these boys who looked around 12 or thirteen grab a little boy's hair and snatch a packet of MnM's out of his hand. My face scrunched in disguised at these boys' behavior, I don't like little kids, but picking on them is something I couldn't even think of doing.

"Hey, asshole!" I shouted, taking a few steps towards the trio. One was a ginger with curly hair and a pale, freckled face. The tallest was a skinny boy with long matted hair that was swept to the side over his forehead. The last one was smaller than the rest and chubby with big, bulging eyes.

I wasn't super tall for my age, I was probably a millimeter below average height but even so, I wasn't much taller than these guys.

They're heads all turned to look at me, their faces almost shocked that anyone had said anything to them. "Hey, who the hell are you?" the tallest nodded his head at me, his eyes narrowing and a tough look on his face.

"Why does that matter?" I resorted, his eyebrows knitted together, his friends took a step towards me so they were in line with him.

"Do you know how pathetic is to see people twice somebody's age picking on them?" I crossed my arms and slanted my hips. One scoffed and the others rolled their eyes.

"If you have such a problem with it, why don't you come do something about it?" One challenged, I raised my eyebrow, my lips twitching up into a menacing smile.

"Why don't you think about what you're asking before you say something you'll regret." I narrowed my eyes and mentally prepared myself for a fight.

This isn't the first time I've fought someone, and it definitely won't be the last. I would say I am a pretty experienced fighter; it became part of survival at school, everybody hated me for no good reason and a lot of the time people would jump me and try and beat me up. Over time I have learnt a good about of fighting skills, now I can confidently say that I can win over half the fights I get myself into.

"How about you watch your mouth before I knock your teeth out." One spat hatefully, I let out a laugh and pretended to wipe a tear from my eye. "I'd like to see you try little boy."

I saw the small kid behind them try and scoot away from the intimidating scene before him, but the chubby kid from the trio grabbed him by the back of the shirt and threw him to the ground. My blood boiled at the sight.

"Hey!" I yelled marching up to the chubby boy, snatching his collar so he faced away from the boy crying boy on the floor. I raised my fist high and struck him in the nose as hard as I could, he yelped in pain and his hands shot to his wound, blood leaking from his closed fingers.

By now a crowed of almost everyone in the store had formed but I didn't waste much thought on that as the two other boys came charging towards me. One tried tackling me but I gripped his hair tightly at the roots and pulled his face down onto my raised knee, his jaw colliding with my kneecap.

I threw him to the floor and landed a kick to his stomach, just to make sure he would stay down. Just as I landed a third blow, the ginger boy snatched my hair from behind and attempted to drag my onto my back, I threw my arms behind my head and clawed mercilessly at his cheeks and forehead. He let go with a pained scream and I raised my elbow, swiftly turning my body as I repeatedly rammed my elbow into any part of his face.

He fell backwards into the large glass fridges, but they didn't break. I held his up his collar and swung my fists into his nose and lips until the flesh on my knuckles ended up ripping on his teeth. My face grimaced as I clutched my bloodied fist in the palm of my second hand.

I spotted the chubby kid still standing there trembling with his hands covering his nose and tears spilling from his eyes.

"Now, do you want some more, or have you learnt your lesson on running your mouth?" I gave him a sarcastic smile as I bent down to eye level with him. He shook his head vigorously and backed away from me. "Good." I said through gritted teeth.

I wiped my bloodied knuckled on my pants and bent down to the crying boy on the floor. "Hey kid, come here." I said gently, opening my arms up to him. He picked himself up and stumbled into my arms, laying his head on my shoulder. "Can I pick you up?" I asked softly, running my fingers along his back comfortingly, I felt him nod and a chill go up my spine as I felt his tears seep through my clothes and onto my skin.

I picked him up as gently as I could, slightly bouncing him to help ease his crying. I tried hard not to look at the staring faces as I slowly pushed my way out of the store, I tried to squeeze through some people and accidently knocked my foot into someone else's. It was the boy at the pinball machine.

"Sorry." I called, slightly turning to face him. His face contorted into a look of frustration, he looked like he was about to say something but decided against it, turning his head away from me. I pushed him to the back of my mind as I carried the crying boy out of the store.

"Can you tell me where your mommy is?" I asked sweetly. He nodded and pointed to a dark green corvette stingray. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Uh huh." He answered weakly, I stroked his back, bringing my hands up to play with the little curls at the nape of his neck.

I wandered over to the car, my arm muscles slightly aching from not being used to holding human weight. I knocked on the drivers window and a lady who was flipping through a magazine slowly rolled it down.

"Hey, um, is this your son?" I asked slightly awkwardly. "Yes, who are you?" She asked, trying not to sound rude. "Um, he was being picked on by a group of kids inside the store, they were shoving him and stealing his candy. I came over to help." I explained, she quickly stepped out of the car and took the child from me.

"Oh, I'm so sorry you had to get caught up in that, thank you so much for helping him." She smiled brightly and coddled the child in her arms. "Oh, it's no trouble, so how old is he?" I asked, trying to change the subject, and sheepishly bringing my knuckles behind my back. "He is five, I really should have gone in with him, this is all my fault." She spoke.

I didn't say anything, I didn't want to justify her bad choice as a parent, so I just stayed quiet. "Anyway, thank you so much for helping, is there anything you want in return?" She stammered; I shook my head but widened my eyes as I remembered something.

"No but I did forget something inside, stay right here, I'll be back." I said, racing back into the lovely, air-conditioned store. I snatched a new bag of MnM's and a lollipop from the shelf and raced to the counter, ripping my fifty bucks from my purse.

The store clerk took her time when serving me, glaring at me the whole throughout the whole process I was just about to grab my items and rush back out, but she started talking. "Now, that was very heroic of you but if I catch you starting fights in my store again, I will call the police." She spoke with warning, and I knew she wasn't bluffing.

"It won't ma'am." I said hurriedly, grabbing up my items and change before scurrying out. I dashed towards the car, handing the lady her child's sweets. "He forgot these." I spoke.

I think the lady thanked me over one hundred time and offered my money twice as much, to which I still refused. Eventually I said goodbye to the two and decided to head home and wash the blood off my hands and clean up the cuts on my knuckles.

By now the sky was just starting to turn orange and the walk home was peaceful, I felt happy to know that I helped someone. Those boys got what they deserved and whoever gives me shit for it can end up with the same fate as them, they have no right to go picking on a five-year-old like that because of their selfishness.

I got home and the moving people were still heaving stuff in through our big wooden doors. Mom was in the kitchen ordering people around; she looked like she was having the time of her life. I strolled past her, giving her a small kiss on the cheek before going to find a bathroom so I can wash up.

I think my first day in a new town was a success, I'm guessing new spreads fast around a small town like this so I'm hoping the following days will be even more interesting. 

[mickeyhenrysgf]

Pick Me

Summary: After making a tough decision, you still get to have your way with  both of your boyfriends. It’s just virtual.

Pairings: Bucky x reader, Steve x reader

Warnings: smut! heavy use of daddy kink, spanking, degrading language, slight humiliation, voyeurism, unprotected sex

Your two men stared at you from across the living area. Bucky and Steve were both chosen to go on a mission but one could stay behind. Tony left it up to them. It would be a small and quick. Therefore, they didn’t need more people than what the aircraft could handle. Ever since the pandemic hit, even the avengers were taking the necessary precautions on limiting their travel. If the less could travel, the better.

You looked at both of your boyfriends in distress. They decided to leave the decision up to you. Their favorite girl. Whoever you chose would stay at home with you, while the other would go. If any one of them got hurt, it wouldn’t be your fault. Not even a scratch. They promised that the mission only consisted of surveillance and reporting.

But that wasn’t the problem. The problem was you didn’t want them to think you were picking favorites. Because, you loved them both... truly.

Steve stood up and sat on the couch next to you. “Sweetie... who do you want to stay with you?” He hummed lightly, rubbing your thighs innocently.

“She wants to stay with me, obviously” Bucky stated in a cocky tone, flashing the both of you a smile. You bit your bottom lip as Bucky winked at you.

“I-I don’t know-”

“Sweetheart. Yes you do... come on. Is it me?” Steve asked softly as he leaned in and pressed a wet kiss on your collarbone. You shuddered lightly, your hands running through his hair as a reflex.

“Woah—! Hey! You’re kissing her!” Bucky announced, standing up from across the room and heading over to you.

“Yes, she’s my girl...”

Steve’s lips found their way from your collarbone to your neck.

“Our girl.” Bucky corrected, sitting down on the opposite side as you were squished in between two super soldiers. Your boyfriends.

Bucky tucked some loose strands of hair behind your ear, as he looked at you. “Doll, one of us needs to start packing our bags. We leave tomorrow morning. Who is it?” Bucky’s lips now kissed your neck as well.

You felt overwhelmed. The two of them sending you over the edge for one little answer. It was too much.

“Listen Daddy takes such good care of you... don’t you love it when Daddy buries his face in that sweet little pussy?” Bucky whispered in your ear before kissing that sweet spot on your neck. Your toes already curling.

“Yes...” Bucky smiled brightly at your answer. He’s got you right where he wanted.

“I can hear you-“ Steve rolled his eyes. You almost forget about their super hearing. You giggled softly, your head falling onto Steve’s shoulder. His hands combing through your hair. Wonder, if they could also smell your arousal...

“And might I add, I’m the one who wrecks this pussy every morning and night. Grandpa over here complains about how tired he is” Steve stated.

“You son of a bitch”

You rolled your eyes pushing away from them both, standing up. Steve & Bucky quickly shut their mouths and looked up at you.

“I’m tired of hearing the two of you bicker over this. I just want to get over with it. So, I choose Bucky.”

The two men look at each other before Bucky breaks out into a wide smile. Steve rolls his eyes at him. He didn’t care. He knew you loved him just the same as you loved Bucky. They promised each other that whoever you chose, they wouldn’t take it to heart. Plus, whoever you didn’t choose was going to fuck you all night long.

“Thank you, baby girl, I always knew you loved daddy’s cock a little more” Bucky said playfully and Steve shoved him away, lightly scoffing as he stood up from the couch. His hands pulled you in.

“Come on, sweetie. Help daddy pack, gonna miss you...” you smiled and wrapped your arms around Steve’s neck before he hooked his arm under your ass and picked you up swiftly.

As Steve carried you to the room, you stuck your tongue out at Bucky in a mocking tone. Before you could even put your tongue back where it belonged, Bucky was jumping out his seat and slapping your ass as the three of you went to go help Steve pack.

“Baby, help! This thing is not working” Bucky grumbled as his hands tapped the laptop multiple times.

You walked over to where Bucky was sitting on the couch and sat on his lap. You giggled softly once you noticed his frustrated face.

“Whatcha tryna do ?” You looked at Bucky’s screen.

Poor Connection. The video will resume automatically when the connection improves.

Bucky sighed at the message as he wrapped his arm around your waist and kissed your shoulders.

“Video chat with Steve” he mumbled against your skin. You looked at the laptop and quickly found the problem.

“You have to turn the WiFi on, silly.” You explained and Bucky pretended like he knew what that meant. He watched in awe as you pressed a few more buttons on the keyboard. Before he could even speak, Steve’s face appeared on the small screen.

“Steve!” You gushed brightly and Bucky smiled too. It was supposed to be a surprise but technology was never his strong suit.

“Hey, baby girl...” Steve smirked slightly leaning against his chair. He was in a cabin hideout, the one thing he asked for Tony was WiFi. And well, his wish was thankfully granted.

“Now, who figured this whole video chat out. I know it wasn’t grandpa.” You laughed softly, and shook your head.

“It was our princess... of course. She’s so smart.” Bucky bragged, kissing your temple and you blushed.

“And has our princess been a good girl?” Steve questioned and you bit your bottom lip, watching the two boys exchange words.

“She sure has. Tell Steve how many orgasms daddy gave you last night...” the cool metal from Bucky’s hand sent goosebumps as it slid down your shorts but to his surprise you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

Shit. You forgot about that. Your breath hitched lightly as Bucky’s movements stopped. It wasn’t your fault. You were sore from last night & couldn’t even bear to put on underwear.

“What is it?” Steve asked again and Bucky chuckled darkly. His fingers rubbing against you folds and collecting your wetness. You shivered, your hips already bucking up into his hands. Bucky’s hard-on growing beneath you.

“Why don’t you tell daddy what’s goin’ on? Or maybe you’d like to show him...” Bucky cooed as a finger easily slipped into your hole. Your moans covered the silence in the room, your head falling back onto his shoulder. Steve already clicked the two things together. 

“Daddy is touching me...” you sucked in your bottom lip and Bucky added in a second finger, stretching you wider as he groaned. You heard a belt being unbuckled and thrown onto the floor.

Then, you heard it. Steve’s grunt.

“No, you know that’s not it. Don’t start acting dumb, tell him” Bucky slapped your cunt harshly making you yelp out. Shit, he was angry now. You could hear on the other end of the video, Steve sucking in a breath and his phone moved lightly. He was touching himself.

“I didn’t wear underwear today...” you stutter through your teeth, scared to look at the camera. You felt tears welled up in your eyes from the pain, pleasure, and embarrassment.

“Did Bucky say you could act like a little slut today?” Steve challenged, pulling his cock out from his underwear & began to stroke himself slowly.

“No, daddy! I’m sorry!” Bucky laughed from the tone of your voice, instantly spreading your legs wider. Your ass grinded against his painful hard-on straining against his sweats as he continued to pump his fingers into you.

“She’s so fucking wet— I’m thinking this was her plan all along.” Bucky pulled his fingers out of you, sucking on your wetness and then shoved his fingers inside your mouth. You moaned heavily around his fingers, the taste of your wetness and his salvia evident.

“Fuck. Let me see her pussy...” Bucky smirked at Steve’s words, pulling his fingers out your mouth and you nervously looked around.

They’ve seen you multiple times, but you never used any type of cameras or recording devices during intimate moments. This was new. Bucky leaned forward and and angled the laptop to your dripping pussy.

“Isn’t this the prettiest little pussy you’ve ever seen, Steve?” Bucky narrated as his fingers ran against your folds, before spreading your lips. You felt exposed but it was erotic, especially hearing Steve’s moans on the other end. You were a moaning mess, your breath getting faster, and he wasn’t even doing much.

“You know Daddy has to punish you, right? I’m not there but Bucky is...” Bucky pulled the laptop back, showing his face and yours again. You were too nervous to actually turn your head and look at Bucky. However, as you looked at the camera, he had a smirk plastered on his face.

“Because you wanna be a slut and walk around the house with no panties, you’re going to ride Daddy’s cock for me on camera, right now” Steve demanded as Bucky quickly stood you up and slapped your ass harshly. His hands wasting no time in pulling down his sweats and boxers to expose his angry cock. It was fully hard and already had the perfect amount of pre-cum where you wanted to get on you knees and kitten lick it right off. Your legs pressed against each other at the sight.

“Daddy is not waiting all day... strip” Bucky barked causing you to flinch heavily as you quickly took off your shirt and then shorts.

“Look at my little girl, only if she didn’t act like a fucking slut— go ahead, sit on your daddy’s dick” you heard Steve speak and turned to look at the camera.

Steve was naked. Fuck. He even positioned the camera, so you could see his cock as well. You didn’t even notice how long you were staring until Bucky slapped your ass again. His arms wrapped around your waist and sunk you down. The two of you moaning out. The sudden burn caused you to wince and close your eyes for a moment.

Bucky’s lips pressed and sucked against your skin as he began to thrust up into you. His thumb flicking your clit which only increased the pleasure. “Baby... eyes up here.” Steve snapped. Bucky grabbed your jaw forcing you to look forward. Your eyes fluttered open slowly as you saw your other boyfriend stroking himself. His cheeks were flushed. Head thrown back. Abs collecting sweat. It was utter blissfulness.

“I can’t believe my baby is such a slut, You like Steve watching us fuck, huh?” You moaned, clenching around his cock in response, moving your hips to match Bucky’s thrusts. “Tightest pussy in the whole goddamn world, Fuck-!”

“Shit—! you’re going to let Daddy fuck you too when he gets home, yeah?” Steve teased, thrusting into his hand.

You nodded, your mouth opening and eyes rolling back as Bucky began to pick up the speed. “I think Steve asked you a question.” Bucky slapped your cunt once more causing you to dig your nails into his thighs.

“Yes, daddy. You can fuck me whenever you want...”

“That’s my good girl” Steve grunted lowly. “Fuck- You close, Bucky? I’m bout to cum and I need to see my pretty girl cum with us...” Bucky nodded heavily, licking a stripe up your neck, his thumb pressing down against your clit.

“Daddy... I’m close—“ you announced, turning your head to look at Bucky and he moved in, kissing you deeply. It was all tongue, teeth, & salvia which only caused Steve to become chaotic on the other end. The sound of skin slapping against each other and his throaty moans increased by the second. Steve was getting off from the show you and Bucky put on for him.

“Cum with us” Bucky mumbled against your lips, as his thrusts become sporadic, the familiar knot in your stomach forming. With one look at Steve on the screen, you lost it, the wave crashing as you clenched and came around Bucky. Bucky was close behind, his thrusts stopping and filling you up to the brim before leaning against the couch. Steve watched everything unfold, saving himself until the last minute. And to your surprise, you got to witness as he unleashed ropes of cum across his chest, abs, and face.

“Holy shit...” Bucky announced and chuckled softly. I guess he was also watching Steve. The only thing you could hear now was the three of you panting. Bucky pressed soft kisses on your neck and shoulders as he occasionally whispered soft affirmations in your ear. You leaned back and closed your eyes, listening to Bucky’s soft voice, the two of you waiting for Steve to regain his energy.

“You’re an asshole” you heard Steve finally mumble as he grabbed a tissue and started to wipe his cum off his chiseled chest and then chin.

“Round 2, anyone?” You playfully slapped Bucky’s chest and he laughed, shrugging his shoulders. You forgot he had stamina for days. You heard the laptop beep, and as you looked closely, the battery was dying.

“Battery’s about to die...”

“That’s okay, doll. We can use our phones.” Bucky winked and you heard Steve laugh on the other end.

[perriwinklesblog]

I know some people prefer consistent content but I like to take it as it comes and sometimes life happens and other projects need to take priority. 

So right now, I consider this to be a mid season break. Techno going into the prison was like the midseason finale for the Dream Prison Arc and Wilbur and Ranboo’s stuff was like their midseason finale and the Red Banquet where the egg was contained, was a midseason finale and alllllllll the mini episodes we’ve had since there are like specials etc. 

You know, like how in Dr Who you can go a few years without a solid season but get a special at Christmas and New Year? You know like that. 

So like all other programs, stories, videos I watch, I am coming up with ways in which the next bit could go. Some are a bit out there and definitely not happening, others I could see happening. 

This is long and pointless and full or errors both grammatically and spelling wise but I had fun thinking of what could happen next. Read if you want.

Dream escapes prison with Technoblades help. A server wide man hunt comes for Dream but unlike his videos he had stolen the spare armour in the prison and so is pretty OP making it easier for him to put distance between his enemies and himself. 

Technoblade returns to the artic and him, Phil and Will come to an in pass, a slight disagreement. Philza whilst having sided with Dream before, knows he’s not a good guy. Only used him to help destroy lmanburg for his own morals. It was not because he agreed with Dream. In his eyes, he was using Dream for his own goals. Plus, now he’s seen the aftermath of Dream’s terror on the citizens he realises the man perhaps shouldn’t be set to run entirely free. This slightly goes against Techno’s beliefs but the main issue of tension between them is Technoblade willingly placing himself in danger when he didn’t need too and helping release the man who tortured Tommy and clearly has something going on with Ranboo thats bad. 

Wilbur is angry because Techno won’t say where Dream has gone due to an agreement between the two and Technoblade is a man of his word. Wilbur wishes to thank and meet the man who saved him. This also worries Philza because he’s worried he’ll revert back to the man he saw the day he blew up L’Manburg. Over all tension between the three

Niki and Wilbur finally meet and it is as heartbreaking as it is beautifully tragic. Wilbur apologises but misses the mark, misses what hurt her which hurts her more. There’s an explosion with their argument that leaves a stunned silence. Niki asks Wilbur to leave. He does so. 

This leads to a Wilbur and Ranboo conversation where Ranboo tries to reason with Wilbur about Niki’s side. Wilbur brushes it off because much like the blue counterpart we all miss, he’s not a fan of the negative emotion. He tries to focus on the business etc and let’s slip that Dream has escaped somehow. Ranboo leaves. Wilbur is confused but distracted by a confrontation with Quackity.

Ranboo then starts his stream and he’s in the fucking panic room and he’s panicking because there are signs so many signs and they don’t make sense. Theres lesson rules, asking about the missing journal and it’s like every issue he’s ever faced is staring right back at him because Ranboo has never really resolved any issue, just pushed and moved on. He’s tried but that usually failed and for a while he’s ignored all the issues and here they are in front of him, all at one. A big volcanic eruption of anxiety and stress, and it ain’t sitting with him. 

Dream appears. But is it really him? We never know because after a conflict and a back and fourth about everyone in Ranboo’s life eventually landing on a threat about Michael and Tubbo, he blacks out and the stream ends. 

Quackity is livid with everything thats happening, the careful empire he’s building is falling apart and he’s shifting the blame around from person to person. He manipulates everyone around them into believing this is somehow their own fault and that they must make it up to him because he has been nothing but kind and loving to them. He gave them a place, a roof on their head when they had nothing. He misses out the parts where he insulted and or destroyed their homes, but it works and his employee “family” become the main bounty hunters for Dream, with Bad and Ant tagging along since they’re guards. 

Now the streams relating to the manhunt displays everyones wants. They’re all doing this wanting something, and whilst it’s to gain Quackity’s favour back they’re all doing that for different reasons. Their motivations are somewhat different even if on the surface they are the same and so on the man hunts, because there will be many, this is slowly picked apart and through that the manipulation of Quackity is revealed and then we see a parrallel between Quackity and previous people in power where they start to get desperate to keep control over the thing they’ve created. Because that’s been one of (not the only) issues with every leader on the server, the control and their feeling of lack of, even if thats not truly the case. But you get these moments between all the characters where they’re trying to outwit one another, trying to figure it out without blatantly saying it. Maybe Foolish does. He’s a bit of a himbo. 

Ponk always said he’d leave the door open for Sam and I truly think something happens, whether it be a look in the mirror with one of his guards going too far with someone or a conversation with Quackity where Quackity holds the mirror up to Sam maliciously, that causes him to hit the rock bottom and just break and I want that breakdown in front of Ponk. And I want Ponk not necessarily to give him the second chance off the bat but give him that peace offering, give him that hand to pull him up. I want him to take Sam to Niki and explain to Niki we’ve done bad things in the past, this is a safe haven and I believe Sam needs help and a place he can truly feel safe and for a moment Sam does and this begins his raid to redemption in gaining back the trust of the people in his lives. He becomes Tubbo 2.0 spying on Quackity like Tubbo did for Wilbur, but maybe less... bad.

But what of the Fiances? Wellllll,. With Dream escaping him and George meet in secret. George confesses he doesn’t believe it’s real and for a long time has been struggling with reality. He misses the early days, misses when they’d just have fun. Dream says he was having fun and George says I wasn’t. Dream shows true regret for George but says its too late now, can’t change the past. George agrees. Dream asks him what he’s going to do and he simply replies with “Sleep” Ending stream. 

Sapanps stream is a lot more WE ARE GOING ON A DREAM HUNT WE’RE GOING TO CATCH A BIG ONE, I’M NOT SCARED. vibes. He’s gearing up, he’s suiting up and he’s saluting pets on the way. He made a promise and with everything else going on in his life, he’s ready to throw himself into a distraction. He tries to convince George to help him but he waves him off saying, what’s the point? and mumbles something about divine powers and dreams which Sapnap just shakes off. He tries to find Karl in Kinoko but instead comes across Quackity. They have a blow up about how They abandoned each other, both did wrong but neither see the other side of things and eventually he tells him to leave. Quackity says okay, and the place blows up. Foolish cries in the corner. All that heard work but the boss said so. Sapnap ends the whole thing saying at least he’s there for Karl and Quackity pauses and is like why? And Sapnap is all like you care. Just go, you’ve done enough damage, I can’t have you damaging him too. And after a little more but but but between the two, Quackity goes. Sapnap leaves the place to burn, going to find Dream and hopefully Karl on the way. 

Karls in space. That’s where his latest travels have taken him and where the other side decided was his time to visit. Here I see a Wizard in Oz scenario where solutions to some issues will be revealed for Karl in relation to the other side. When it comes to his Dream SMP stuff, he starts confusing names and people more and Sapnap is worried about him, considering keeping him in a safe place. The only place that survived was the library with Karls books. Karl says he’ll stay there. Thats where the answers are anyway. Sapnap is unsure and gets bad vibes but is distracted by a lead on Dream and agrees, he tells him he’ll be back soon. 

They don’t see each other for a long ass time 

I’m not sure on the egg stuff but I do feel Niki and Puffy should have a conversation about all the shit thats happened and Puffy trying to help Niki and vice versa. I feel like Puffy should reach out to Foolish and try and comprehend what the fuck is he doing with Quackity. They have a little argument but it comes to a point where Puffy realises she cannot shield Foolish from harm and that her son ,just make his own decisions. All she can do is guide him where she can and hope that when it comes down to it he will make the right choice. She hopes she didn’t fail this dependant like she did with Dream her duckling. Though only she sees it as failure. 

Jack and Niki finally talk. She goes searching for some things and comes to his new place, he tells her to fuck off and that he doesn’t need anyone. They all abandon him. Niki pretty much does the verbal equivalent of slap some sense into him as she and him discuss how he is not the centre of everything, how he is not the sun. She was hurting, and he didn’t bother, no instead they just fed off each others anger and once he couldn’t feed of her or anyone else he isolated himself. She tries to convince him there are better things in life, there are better ways to place your energy etc. A lot of healing talk with Jack being stubborn. Eventually Jack finds himself at the door of Quackity after sticking to stubbornness, not quite ready to heal and he becomes the next member of Las Nevadas. A big blow to Wilbur too. 

They finally destroy the egg with magic. I dunno how but either destroy or hatch. Either or would be great. Red comes out the thing and I want a gay ass villain please. Bring it Red. Let’s go. Invite him to the server, bring the fire, bring the plant power Red. He can be the villain that unites everyone in a begrudging way. Like they all hate each other but fine i guess we’ll team to stop Red and Ant. 

Skeppy’s dead. 

Tubbo and Ranboo have a fight but Ranboo says “Weren’t we enough?” and it’s in relation to him and Michael (this happens before panic room). Thats when Tubbo realises where the wires got crossed and he immediately rectifies it but explaining he’s happy with the two of them but he wanted a job, something to work towards. Family wise he’s got it all, he’s content with it all but he wanted a project and one that didn’t incite violence. Fun rivalry sure, but he’s done with violence, he’s doesn’t want to add to the nightmares he already has. He wants competition but not one that will put all he loves in danger. So they talk it out and Ranboo feels more confident and Tubbo asks him to tell him if he ever takes anything too far because he can get a little carried away sometimes. Ranboo agrees and then they have a cute playdate with Michael. Then Ranboo does the thing with Wilbur and ends up in panic room.

Tommy and Tubbo discuss everything and lay it all out on the table because Tommy doesn’t want to be on the other side again with Tubbo. Tubbo doesn’t understand why everyone is making such a big deal about his burger business and Tommy tries to explain the issues with Quackity and the level of intensity he’s seen with Wilbur but Tubbo just laughs it off. They eventually talk about Ranboo and Tommy relents saying he likes Ranboo although he does sometimes get jealous of how Tubbo seems to have it all. Tubbo tells Tommy of his nightmares and so does Tommy to Tubbo. They come to an understanding with each other and understand that no matter how long they go apart, there is always a space shaped to fit them perfectly in their lives for them. Tubbo and Tommy then go play some pranks. 

Wilbur is unhappy with the pranks and gives a lecture and they get into a fight. This leads to Wilbur talking man to man to Quackity. Theres some weird sexual tension. Once again they’re trying to outwit one another. That when we get to the crazy stuff. 

And here’s where I get crazy with my stuff. 

Ponk is digging in his lil cave when he accidentally breaks through to a random room buried deep underground. Tommy’s there trying to scam him out of something he has. Tubbo and Ranboo too. When they get to this room Ranboo thinking it’s the panic one and freaks out, but the others calm him down. Ponk thinking theres diamonds in the room storms ahead setting off some traps but surviving. Tubbo opens one of the chests and just says theres a bucket in there. Ponk pulls it out and says it has a named fish in it. 

You see where I’m going. 

They empty the bucket whilst asking what the fish is called. They are interrupted by a voice. It’s Sally. 

Dream had captured her and bound her to a bucket and put her in the chest and hid her from Wilbur. 

She has been released. She freaks out over how much time has past because for her nothing has changed at all. She thought it might have been a couple of hours or something since Dream pulled that prank on her but clearly not. 

They all catch up and the season ends with Sally and Wilbur meeting in front of Quackity, Dream in the shadows and Sally and Wilbur turning to see Fundy who just freaks the fuck out. 

Oh and just a side, Callahan is the last member of the syndicate and God of the server and is having fun playing with the mortals. 

And then I have the next season planned out and how I’d end the whole thing but like until then. This is it. Mid Season to finale. How I picture things happening. 

None of this will happen but isn’t it fun to imagine? 

[stressisakiller]

As You Wish

Steve Rogers x Reader Soulmate AU

(As you wish Part 2)

Summary: What happens when after moving into Stark Tower you run into a certain Captain

Warnings: None really, fluff, like one cussword a little bit of spice

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Fluffy chapter yay!  Let me know what you think and if you have any requests for future chapters! Thank yall for reading!’

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Life working side by side with Tony was dangerous. When Killian attacked Tony it was you not Pepper who was taken and subjected to the Extremis serum. This caused you to heal crazy fast and gave you super strength, which was pretty cool but not very useful for someone who spent most of their time in a robotics lab trying not to crush something when it wasn't working.

You later discovered that Killian mistakenly believed that you were in fact Tony's soulmate, while you had always thought that it was Pepper. She quickly refuted your claim when you told her, pulling the back of her jeans down enough to show the smiley face that graced her butt cheek. Turns out that her soulmate was none other than Happy the head of security.

 About six months after the battle of new york, after Tony and the whole Killian/Mandarin situation, Tony asked very nicely if you would move into the Avengers tower with him. He needed to get the Avengers tower going, and after everything that happened and his panic attacks, he really didn't want to live there alone. He was also hoping that if you lived in the tower that the avengers would be more willing to as well. By this point you had met and become friends with most of them save for Captain America, he hasn’t been around much. He was trying to find his place in this new world and taking as many missions as Shield will give him in order to feel needed 

The tower was much different this time than the last time you had been there. There was less plastic film and dust everywhere and all of the construction work was done. Most notably, the wall on Stark's living room floor was no longer a gaping hole.

The top eight levels of the tower were for the avengers. The penthouse was where Tony stayed, no surprise there. The level directly below was his lab space which was restricted access for the most part and then there was the common level under that. The common level was composed of a large kitchen and dining area, as well as a massive living room with the biggest tv you had ever seen. This floor also houses a theater, and an arcade room equipped with pool tables and any other game you could think of. Tony is such a child sometimes, not that you were complaining you loved to play pool. The next three floors are where you and the rest of the Avengers would live. You would each get your own suite that you could arrange and decorate however you saw fit. Each suite includes a kitchenette, and small living room that was separate from the bedroom, and a massive ensuite bath. The lowest two levels were dedicated to the training room and medical ward, as well as a giant pool and sauna area, these floors allowed for outside access as long as they were vetted.

Six months later, life in the tower was going well. You, Tony and Bruce, were the main people living there. You could understand that though, Nat and Clint were constantly out on missions for shield and mainly stayed on base in DC. Tony told you that Steve was currently living in an apartment in DC. He didn't want to live on base but he was running missions for Shield on and off. Thor was off-world with Loki so life was pretty quiet. 

 Then there was a mission that the Captain went on that didn’t go the way he thought. He was wounded and brought back a captive. You were in the common area when the door was thrown open and a bloody Steve Rogers burst through carrying a soaking wet girl over his shoulder.

“The Medical wing, where is it?” He questioned voice hard from pain or fatigue or both. 

“This way.” you hurried off, not looking behind you, you knew that he would follow. 

When you arrived, you called for Dr. Cho and Steve told her what was going on and placed the girl on a stretcher. The nurses pushed her to a room to monitor her until she woke up. He was then shown to a separate room to be looked over and have the bullet removed. 

 That night Tony pulled you into the living room to watch your favorite movie, the princess bride. It was about halfway through when an exhausted Steve came through the door and flopped down on the couch beside the one that you and Tony were currently lounging on. It was coming to your favorite part, Buttercup was currently yelling at the Dread Pirate Roberts and about to push him down the hill.

“Oooh,” you said hitting Tony’s shoulder, “I love this part,” you spoke along with Wesley as he rolled down the hill, “As you Wiiiisssshhhh.” you clapped your hands together, “that will forever be the best reveal ever.” 

You didn’t notice Steve’s stare as you said those words. Holy Shit he thought his tattoo finally made sense, and yet the girl that fate said was perfect for him had her legs thrown over Tony’s lap and was leaning against him while watching the movie. He stood quickly and stomped out of the room, today was just not his day. 

 You look over at Tony confused when Steve left.

“What the hell do you think that was about?” you asked, growing more confused as you noticed the smirk on Tony’s lips.

“Why are you smiling like that?” You had to stop yourself from slapping him when he started to laugh.

“What the hell, Stark, tell me what's going on?”

“I think that Capsicle just realized that you're his soulmate.” He said through chuckles.

“What the fuck do you mean he realized that I’m his soulmate?” you asked your whole body going still as you waited for him to elaborate.

“I thought you had realized this earlier,” he said looked genuinely confused, “The captain is your soulmate, I’ve known since we had that movie night after finding him in the ice. Your tattoo is his dog tags with the flower of his birth month and a phrase that I’ve heard him say multiple times while next to him in a fight.”

You just sat there frozen trying to comprehend what exactly the man sitting in front of you was saying. 

“You know, he may be a little jealous that his soulmate was cuddling someone else since he probably doesn’t realize that you're like a sister to me. You should probably go after him.”  His words seemed to break you from your trance as you threw yourself very clumsily from the couch to follow after him.

“Jarvis, where did Rogers go?” 

“He is in the training room miss.”

“Thanks, J”

You ran all the way down, opening the door you were met by the scene of Steve hitting a punching bag so hard that it broke and flew off of its chain.

“You know, I’m not sure that those are made to withstand the punch of a super soldier, maybe I should design one that can,” you said leaning against the wall and trying not to show the fact that your heart was beating a million miles a minute.

“And why would you feel the need to do that, I’m sure Stark has plenty of things that he needs you to design that are more important than a Steve-proof punching bag.” You could tell that he was gritting his teeth as he spoke, reaching for another bag. You step towards him slowly, making sure not to walk too quickly from fear of him leaving.

“Well I’m sure that the great Tony Stark can take care of himself, and anyways, I think creating something to make my soulmate's life easier is more important.”

He slowly pulled his eyes from the punching bag that he was hanging onto the hook to look at you, pain obvious in his eyes.

“Really? Cause you seemed pretty comfortable with him.” you could see the vulnerability in his eyes as he spoke, he had gone through so much already.

“Yes really, Tony is more like an annoying older brother than anything. I’ve been working around him for the past five or so years, trust me when I say that I have no desire to date him. You on the other hand.” You made sure that your voice turned teasing on the last words, you wanted to make him smile, you hadn’t gotten to see that yet.

“Well good, cause I think I may have to kick his ass if you did.” You could hear the teasing lilt in his voice and the hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. But as quickly as it came it was gone.

“How long have you known?” his voice cracked a little as he spoke. You let out a small huff of a laugh.

“Would you believe me if I told you that Tony had to tell me when I was confused as to why you left the room?” His eyes snapped to yours.

“Really? You didn’t know?”

“After not meeting my soulmate by the time I turned 25 I just pushed it to the back of my mind, I stopped trying to figure out what my tattoo meant and I focused on my work. Plus there were a couple of life-threatening instances that distracted me." You joked. You weren't 100% sure how to handle this situation, your main friend group consisted of a playboy philanthropist and a science nerd that turned into a giant green guy when angry, not really the best people to show you how to be vulnerable.

“I understand that," he said pausing before continuing, "part of my problem was that my tattoo didn’t show up until after I came out of the ice.” he looked down at his hands and you noticed that they were fidgeting, he must be just as nervous as you.

“I didn’t know that,” you murmured, deciding to ask the question that was begging to be asked.

“What is your tattoo, if you don’t mind me asking?”

He shook his head, “Not at all.” he stepped towards you and pulled up his sleeve, and turned out his arm so you could see the flesh just under his armpit. As soon as you saw the tattoo you burst out laughing.

“Of course that’s what my mark is, man I’m such a nerd.” You clutched your stomach as you laughed, tears coming to your eyes from the range of emotions that you are currently going through.

“Can I ask why I have this tattooed on me?” He questioned, clearly curious to the reasoning as to why he had a movie quote on his arm forever. You were finally able to pull yourself together and sober up from the surprise of his tattoo.

“That movie came out the year after I was born and it was my mom’s favorite movie to watch with me, we watched it at least 4 times a year. But we always made sure to watch it on my birthday as a family, it became an integral part of my life, plus it’s just sooo quotable.” you said with a smile, “Do you want to look at my tattoo?” you asked motioning at your arm with your head. He slowly nodded, not able to find the words.

You slowly pulled your sleeve up, showing him the inside of your forearm and the dog tags that graced your skin. He stepped forward gently taking your arm in his hand so that he could study the markings on your skin. Tracing the outline and the words that he could see before smiling.

“What does it mean?” you asked softly looking at him through your lashes.

“It’s um,” he cleared his throat, “it’s my dog tags or at least the lower one is, it says my name, then Captain America and the city I was born in, Brooklyn. The top one however is something that I always seem to say when I’m getting beat up in a fight in order to remind myself that I could do it. And the flower… I think it’s the flower from my birth month? I was born in July so I think it’s a reference to that.” You nodded at his explanation, his fingers still gently tracing over your skin, causing goosebumps to pop up from the feeling.

“So, would you like to watch the movie with me? We can start it over so that you won’t be lost. I know that you struggle with pop culture, old man.” You smirked at him as you spoke, he just rolled his eyes.

“Be careful, this old man could still show you a thing or two.”

You laughed out loud at that, your laugh changed to a squeal when you felt him wrap his arms around your legs and throw you over his shoulder. 

“Ahh, let me down!!” you beat at his shoulders trying to get him to release you but he wouldn’t budge, he just continued to carry you until you ended back in the living room and he threw you down onto the couch. He wasn’t even breathing hard after carrying you up 2 flights of stairs, jerk. 

Tony was nowhere to been seen as you restarted the movie. You ran and grabbed some more popcorn to share, pouring in some M&Ms before plopping back down next to Steve and pulling on your couch blanket. It didn't take long for you to cuddle into his side and for your eyes to droop. 

Steve smiled at you when he realized that you had passed out before you even got to the part he had walked in on earlier. He didn't mind though, he just got comfortable and pulled you in closer before allowing himself to relax and fall asleep. 

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[h2bakugou]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write the reader having an older brother who also goes to UA but the two don't really interact that much unless they're like play fighting and maybe one day Todoroki or Denki (who don't know the two are siblings) see them fighting & they get really concerned bc neither of them are using their quirks or any form of fighting, the two are literally just smacking the shit out of each other. Also, if you could make it so Todoroki or Denki is dating the reader :))

a/n: hi!! of course! i turned this into a headcanon so i could write for both todo and denki!! i hope that’s alright hun! thank you for the request! personally having an older sibling, fighting is sure to ensue. my sister can be a bit of a headass but i love her to death, she’s an avid reader of my blog and often helps me out! if ur reading this brit, give me diamonds on royale high 😩😩

headcanon: them finding out you have an older brother who attends U.A.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk / (b/n) - brother’s name

warnings: fluff, swearing, siblings being siblings

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shoto todoroki

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In the months of dating you, you’d never once mentioned to Shoto that you had an older brother.

The opportunity had never really presented itself. Between classes and hero stuff, you already didn’t have much time with dating. You made time for each other on off days, and dinners with his siblings were always nice, but you’d just sorta failed to mention your brother to Todoroki.

It wasn’t like you’d forgotten about your older brother. He attended U.A. too.

Your brother was a third-year whereas you were a first-year. He had to handle things like graduation, and what he would be doing after school. You were both pretty busy. The few times you’d actually gotten to see each other, you cherished.

Whether it be (b/n) teasing you about something or him proceeding to beat you up, the two of you going at it for the five minutes you had to spare, it was a fun moment shared between two siblings.

Today was just one of those days. 

Changing classes, you had a few minutes to spare and you just so happened to see the back of your brother’s head peeking over the top of some students as he walked down the hall. Catching up with him, you were unaware of your boyfriend who has also spotted you from behind.

Trying to catch up with you, Todoroki picked up his own pace, jogging down the hall after you.

“Dipshit!” You called out to your brother. 

Your brother nudged his friend’s arm and stopped, turning around to face you.

“Sup.” He greeted you with a flick to the forehead.

“Eat shit.” You rolled your eyes, flicking his forehead back. 

Todoroki was confused. Who was this guy? Was this some sort of friend? Another guy you liked? He didn’t have all the details so he couldn’t jump to any conclusions.

All of a sudden you slapped the back of his neck with force, causing the boy to glare at you.

Todoroki rushed over.

“Oh hey, Sho!”

“Woah who’s this?” Your brother stepped in, slinging an arm over your shoulder.

Stomping down on his foot, your brother recoiled at your action, taking a step back.

“This is my boyfriend Shoto. Shoto this is my brother, (b/n).” You rolled your eyes at the doofus behind you.

“You little-”

“Don’t make me tell mom!” You threatened.

“Does mom know you have a boyfriend?” Your brother shot back.

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her-”

“I’m so telling!” “Don’t you dare!” You chased after him down the hall, waving to Shoto who gave you a sympathetic look. He could imagine his own siblings doing the same.

Later that afternoon, Shoto got the chance to talk to you about your brother.

“I didn’t know you had a brother.” Shoto spoke, sitting across from you at the common room table.

“I apologize for not telling you sooner, we don’t get to see each other very often.” You said your apology for not informing him sooner.

“Does he not like that we’re together?” Shoto asks, curious as to what your brother thinks of him.

“No, no! He’s happy for me, for us. He’s just a shithead.” You tease. Shoto feels a nice weight lift from his shoulders. He was worried your brother was going to hate his guts.

“I’d love to have the both of you over for dinner again sometime, and any other siblings if you’ve got them.” Todoroki smiles. You nod and laugh.

“He’d probably flit with your sister.” 

“She deals with enough hooligans with my brother.”

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denki kaminari

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Like Todoroki, you’re all so busy. U.A. is an amazing place but you’ve got to have time management. Besides holiday breaks and off-days, you’re pretty busy. 

You’ve got training, and classes to attend all while managing schoolwork, agency offers, and internships. And any other extra-curricular activities and trips and events.

Denki and you make time for each other. Most of this time consists of eating pizza and late-night snacks together while watching scary movies and playing video games.

Your brother is also pretty busy. Being a third-year requires having all your shit together for when you graduate.

You see each other in the halls, but you’re lucky to have lunch with his class as well. 

Though you don’t sit together, the both of you having your own group of friends, if you ever need to tell him something or if you just wanna annoy him, you can walk over to his table and do so.

This being said, Kaminari has no clue who the tall guy you’re talking to is. e’s a bit jealous. The guy looks visibly older, and a lot more mature. 

Deciding to go step in, he notices the guy teasing and hitting you, flicking your forehead and punching your arm.

Before he can say anything, you punch him in the gut. No quirk, no nothing, just a plain and simple punch to the gut.

“Ass.” You laugh, teasing your brother as he grumbles in pain.

“Oh, she got you!” Your brother’s friends cheer you on.

“Hey is this guy bothering you babe?” 

“Babe?” Your brother seemingly snaps up, almost like he wasn’t in pain from the blow to the stomach.

“Babe?” Denki says to you, now worried about who this guy was. Your face was hot as you shook your head.

“Kami, this is my dipshit brother, (b/n). (b/n), this is my amazing boyfriend, Kaminari.” You kiss Kaminari’s cheek and smile, reassuring the electric blonde that this was nothing more than siblings being siblings.

“Nice to meet you, bro!” Your brother extends a hand for Kaminari to shake.

“Nice to meet you too dude! I didn’t know you had a brother.” Kaminari mentions, making your brother glare at you..

“You didn’t tell this awesome bro that you had a cool ass brother?” Your brother fakes being hurt while you just roll your eyes.

“Yeah because the guy who clogged the second-story bathrooms after drinking spoiled milk is ‘cool.” You tease. Your brother’s friends join back in with some laughter.

“Yeah well, you snore super loud.” Your brother retorts.

“You little-!” You charge toward your brother, clinging onto him, tackling him to the floor.

“(Y/n)!” Kaminari calls for you.

“I got this Kami! Look away, babe!” You laugh, before slapping your brother across his face.

Later that day after having been told off by Aizawa to leave your brother alone, you were able to hang out with Kaminari.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a brother?” Kaminari held you in his arms as he watched you play some RPG on his handheld console.

“He’s super busy, he’s a third-year and we never really get to see each other, plus it never really crossed my mind.” You admitted, pausing your game to turn and face him.

“I’d like to get to know him better if that’s alright, I think it’s important to have a good relationship with your brother.”

“Why he’s a butthole?” 

“I just want him to trust me, and ya know, let him know that I’ll take good care of you.” Kaminari kisses your cheek, smiling and resting his forehead against your own.

“If that’s what you’re worried about, I can promise you that he loves you.”

“Really?”

“As long as I’m happy, he’s happy.”

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masterlist

[tsunonotarou]

Being Childhood Friends to Lovers with...

notes — Bro I fucking THIRST for this man he can rip me open

— Also I think I’m gonna start this series called “Being Childhood Friends to Lovers with...” because childhood friends to lovers shit is my kind of shit

— We’re debuting this series with Leona 🥳

BEING CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS WITH...

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

— AS A CHILD

He cherishes you a lot even though he might not show it

You’re the first ever person who acknowledges him, first ever person who approached him first and talked to the second son

He thought you were strange at first, because why would you talk to a mere second born when the first is right here with you? So he distances himself and avoided you at first, thinking you have ulterior motives

You got the signs and didn’t pester him after that—which he is glad for—but he find himself secretly looking at you or purposely look for you in the castle whenever you come visit (let’s say you’re a royalty too and your parents’ are good friends)

It was when he saw you sulking and pouting by yourself, he felt bad and maybe, you just wanted to be friends

The servants always prepared your favorite sweets when you come visit but you didn’t want any after realizing that he’s ignoring you

So he took some, went to look for you and threw them at you

“H-Huh?—“ you got startled and quickly looked up, seeing his neutral expression on and looking down on you

“So, your parents bought you that whatever thing you want, and then what?”

The way he remembers your one-sided conversation with him before honestly made you tear up, you didn’t think he was listening

From then on, you were also excited to visit the king’s castle because you get to see him, and you made sure to bring various of things over for him and you to play

There was one time he accidentally overheard some servants of yours “advising” you to stop hanging around with Leona Kingscholar, saying how he isn’t worth your time and shouldn’t be influenced by him

Though he was sure of your loyalty and friendship with him, he still has his doubts, maybe, you secretly dislike him too

He waited for your response, your silence only made him more anxious as time pass by

“...Hey.” He bit the inside of his cheek, awaiting for your answer

“I’m gonna ask my parents to fire you all.”

His eyes were wide as ever, and so were the servants’

“B-But please, Princess/Prince Y/N-“

“I will not tolerate anyone who badmouths my friend, moreover, who do you guys think you are? Telling me who I should be friends with now?”

As much as Leona tries to stop it, his eyes watered, lips quivering at your words

He never told you how he eavesdropped your conversation with those servants, because eventually it’ll lead to how he reacted, and he’s never going to tell you he almost cried

He taught you how to roar once, got super red when he himself haven’t even mastered it yet

Glares at your form rolling on the floor laughing

— AS TEENAGERS

He is two years older than you, so he got enrolled into Night Raven College first, during the times he was at the dorm you were bored to death

One of the main reasons (probably the only reason) why he’d go back home during breaks is because of you, he could care less about the grand welcome back party—which he was sure the servants were forced to put up—and the fake smiles from relatives, but he had to see you

Is always prepared for the uncalled tackle hug from you but somehow you always manage to knock him off balance, causing the two of you to fall down onto the sandy ground

You rambled and rambled, he listened but solely focused on how your features changed, you definitely grew up, got more attractive, too

Oh fuck

He mentally cursed when he finally realizes how his heart is beating in an unusual pace, feeling his cheeks warm up and how he felt like melting right there and then

Buried his feelings deep down because of his insecurities and acted as normal as he could with you after

You have never seen him panicked so much, got so angry and frustrated before, it happened once, when the topic of arranging a marriage for you and his older brother, Farena, was mentioned

He strongly opposes the idea but reminding him that he is only a second son, hence have no say in this matter was enough to shut him down

You tried to go after Leona who stormed to his room but decided you have more important matters at hand, matters that you need to clarify first

Politely declining the marriage and telling how Farena is a good person, but you have eyes for someone else

Everyone in the room (which consisted of both your parents and Farena) knew who you were talking about, and they were shocked, to say the least

You can clearly see the discomfort in yours and his’ parents faces, but you also can clearly see Farena’s secret wink towards you, telling you he approves

You and Farena never had any romantic feelings for each other anyway, and he was always teasing about you and Leona when you two were little

Knocking on Leona’s room softly then creaking it open, you peek your head inside to see him lying on the bed on his side with his back facing you

“Leona.”

“Leona?”

“Leooona.”

“Leeeeeeonaaaaaa.”

“LEONA WAKE THE FUCK UP.”

“FUCK-“

He winces and jolted up after you slapped his arm

Snaps and growls at you, rubbing the spot where you attacked earlier

He was all grumpy and upset until you tell him you rejected the marriage

Stares at you for a good ten seconds before sighing, slowly resting his forehead on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around you

You two have had naps together, held hands when you were little but have never been this physically close after you two grew up, you two are the best of friends but there are boundaries as friends, so this was new to you, naturally, your cheeks bursted in all shades of red

“I’m glad...” you can hear him mumble, placing a hand on his soft hair and patting it before give it a stroke, calming him down

— AS STUDENTS IN NIGHT RAVEN COLLEGE

You teases him so fucking much about being a dorm leader, like- how??? He’s just so lazy and unmotivated to do anything that you’re impressed

Surprisingly takes very good care of you both as a friend and a senior, it was surprising for the Savanaclaw dorm members to see Leona actually giving fucks about someone, a freshman no less, so they got interested in you very quickly

Which resulted in Leona scaring them away because they’re too close for his liking

He always suggests you to take naps and laze around with him though, so it’s no good since you have to get good grades

You’re the one who’s always dragging him to classes (if you’re lucky to get him to move)

You two never bothered to tell anyone that you’re childhood friends, it didn’t seem to have the need to

So everyone thought you two were dating because of how close you are 💀

Definitely got jealous at how you made new friends

He doesn’t mind if you have new friends, it’s natural, it’s only concerning if you don’t have any

But if you’re spending more time with them than with him? Best know that he’d trap you in his room and never let you go out

This won’t stop until you figure out why he’s like this and promise him he’ll stay as number one in your friendship list

You really shouldn’t be but you’re still laughing at how he’s repeating school years to this day

But you’re also kind of glad that he’s still here with you, it’d be boring if he weren’t

Plus, Leona wouldn’t leave you here alone anyway, there’s too many people he can’t trust and he just generally don’t wanna leave you alone

The confession was surprisingly normal and quick, no stutters or nervous twiddles of fingers from him

He kinda just, got tired of you being so physically close and attached to everyone else that he want to call you his and his only

He’s the type that’d suddenly pin you down on his bed while you’re talking about what you and your other friends did that day

Enjoys the deep blush and lip quiver on you as he finally confesses his feelings for you, leaning down onto your ear and whisper huskily about-

His arms quickly wrapped around his stomach and coughs as your strong kick jerked him back, he ended up kneeling on his bed, hunched over as he groans

He thought he invaded your privacy and made you uncomfortable so he quickly look up to check up on you, afraid of the terrified and disgusted look on your face, but what greeted him was a hot, hot face as you refuse to look him in the eye

He stared, and stared, a small blush slowly coming up to his own cheeks before a pillow was thrown at his face

Seeing you so flustered reminded him of the past few days when he debated with himself whether he should go for it or not, he might seem smug for now, but before this cocky smirk appeared he was a nervous wreck

So the two of you kinda just stayed like that in his room, freezing on your spot with dead silence

“A-At least give me an answer...damn it.” A miracle that he stuttered

He watches as you fiddled with your finger, looking down with mumbles he couldn’t make words out from

“I...I like you too.”

This is so lame, you two are like middle school kids confessing your love for each other and yet, those simple words made his heart flip like crazy

Now that he’s confirmed your answer, prepare for a wild but sweet kiss from him

— AS LOVERS

It was a little bumpy at first, mostly from you though, because you’re just so used to being “just friends” with him that you don’t know how to act as his lover

He didn’t change much, maybe a little bit sweeter and considerate than before but he’s just the old Leona you know, which you’re glad for, you didn’t want him to change

He’s more protective now since you’re finally his, and he made sure to let everyone know that

Doesn’t really have a say on PDA, he’s fine with or without it, but he would definitely shove his tongue into your mouth right on the spot if someone even dare to look at you in the wrong way

Really likes wrapping an arm around your waist and put his whole weight on you because he’s lazy and tired of walking

Will actually fall on you when you’re in the botanical garden so that you couldn’t get up and is forced to take a nap with him

Play with his hair!! He loves it to death, though he might grumble and say he doesn’t, we all know he’s lying

You have to reassure him that he’ll always be your number one, he’s already suffered enough, if you end up leaving him he doesn’t know how to cope with it

Cuddles, cuddles and cuddles 24/7, he will not let you go

He sometimes just stares at you as you talk or do your own thing and think about how lucky he is to have you, it might not seem possible but literal hearts appeared in his eyes

If you ever catch him staring at you and tease him for it he’ll growl and pounce on you, how dare you make fun of your king like that? Prepare for a punishment my friend ;)

[wiypt-writes]

Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale

An Advent Calendar of 24 Normal Human Tasks As Performed By A Huge Man Baby.  Day 4: Pink To Make The Boys Wink

Warnings: Bad Language words, Smut (NSFW, 18+)

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N:  So this all came about as myself, Sweater and Jenn saw a post about Ransom doing everyday things…and yeah, it kinda spiralled. The series will consists of one-shots and drabbles, all light hearted…and the occasional little bit of smut thrown in for your pleasure and we hope a nice countdown to Christmas after what has been an utter shit-show of a year.

We hope you enjoy!

Series Masterlist. 

The bedroom was full of sinful moans and groans, and the debauched sound of skin slapping on skin as Ransom’s hands curled around your hips, pulling you down onto him, thrusting upwards to meet you.

“That’s it, Princess.” he panted, your head falling back in a groan as a deliciously hard thrust hit you right on your spot. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“So good, fuck, don’t stop!” you begged and he suddenly sat up, drawing a gasp and a strangled cry from your mouth as his hands curled round your back, holding you to him as much as he could, his legs bent, feet planted firmly on the mattress. One hand slid up your spine and gripped the back of your neck, pulling you down for a filthy kiss as his hips continued pistoning up into you. You felt the heat beginning to rise in the low pit of your belly, the familiar sensation spreading between your legs and you moaned into his mouth.

“Ransom, I’m gonna…” your hands scrabbled at his back, nails digging into his smooth, taught skin as you groaned again, the coil in your belly reaching snapping point.

“Yeah, baby, come on my cock.” He growled, his teeth nipping at your ear. “Fuck you feel so good!”

With a final loud cry, you tipped your head back as you came, hard, Ransom’s hands gripping once more on your hips as he pulled you down harder, picking up the pace racing to his end. His hips jerked, his legs twitched and his head dropped forward to your shoulder, biting down gently as he let out a groan before he stilled completely, his chest heaving. Your hands danced up his back, sliding into his hair before he pulled away and placed a soft kiss to your mouth.

“Quick enough for you?” he smirked and you scoffed, slapping his shoulder slightly as he fell backwards, tugging you with him, pivoting so you were led on your side, his cock softening inside you.

“You’re such a dick.” You said as he kissed the top of your nose.

“You love my dick.” He shrugged and you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, and my love of your dick is what got us into this.” You said, your hand taking his and pressing it to your bump. His eyes lit up, the way the always did when he felt your swollen belly. You knew it stoked his ego, knowing that he’d knocked you up, marked you from the inside as his, the evidence that you belong to he him in every single damned way right there for everyone to see.

“Well I would say I’m sorry but that would be a total lie.” He said, and with a shift of his hips he pulled out of you and rolled onto his back, his hands reaching up and locking behind his head. “What time are you meeting your mom?”

“An hour.” You said, “I should shower and stick the laundry on before I go.”

“I’ll do it, the laundry that is.” He offered, “Although I could also shower if you wanted “he added, with a wiggle of his eyebrow.

“You think you can manage it this time, without shrinking anything?” You asked, your hand resting on your bump.

“Yup.” He popped the P “Especially now you stuck the instructions to the front of the machine.”

“Always better to play it safe.” You smiled “Besides, you shrink another of your sweaters I’m gonna have nothing to wear.”

“I shrank one. And maybe you could try wearing your own clothes.”

“Baby prefers yours.” You shrugged, before you heaved yourself out of bed and padded into the en-suite. You paused and turned to face him, your naked body on full show and his eyes darkened a little as you bit your lip “Thought you wanted to shower.”

In a flash he was out of bed and stalking towards you, causing you to giggle as he kicked the bathroom door shut behind him.

***** Whites, brights, darks…

Ransom nodded to the three piles on the floor in the laundry room and shoved the whites into the machine first, dutifully following the instructions taped to the machine. Once it was on, he headed back into the kitchen deciding that he deserved a break. Fucking his wife all the way to heaven within ten minutes flat, not to mention the after party in the shower, plus then sorting washing, loading the machine and turning it on was tiring work after all.

He made himself a coffee before he headed back into the lounge and settled down with the laptop, checking the latest Newsletter from the Country Club before he ran down the training schedule for the Polo Team that month, checking when his time slots where, not that it really mattered. If he didn’t particularly like a slot he’d been given he’d just kick off until they swapped it for one he did like. Perks of being the star of the team, you got your own way…

He smirked a little as he could hear Y/N’s voice echoing in his head “Story of your life, you’re such a fuckin’ brat.”

Like he gave a shit.

His phone went off, signalling he had a text and he rolled his eyes as he saw it was from his mother, asking if she could expect him and Y/N for dinner that Sunday. Typing out a single word response- “no,”- he dropped the phone back onto the coffee table as he continued his reading, the TV fixed on some trashy talk show in the background.

He was surprised when the beeping of the machine telling him the cycle had finished hit his ears, and as he glanced at the clock he arched an eyebrow. He’d been that immersed in researching up on the youngest age kids seemed to be able to play polo, and where he could find a decent kids team, that he’d managed to actually while away almost two hours. He placed the laptop down on the couch and headed through to the laundry room, grabbing the basket from the side. Bending down, he pulled open the machined door and began to unload the items into the basket.

It wasn’t until he pulled out Y/N’s white Armani maternity dungarees that he realised something had gone horribly wrong.

“What the…” he straightened up, holding the expensive denim item up in front of him, squinting as he did so.

It looked pink!

Deciding it was the light in the room he walked into the kitchen and cursed loudly as they looked even pinker in the brighter room. He stalked back into the laundry room and began to remove the rest of the washing, and to his dismay it was all the same. His riding britches, 2 of her blouses, a few bras, panties, boxers, 2 of his dress shits, his thermal ribbed undershirt, several t-shirts, a polo shirt…

All. Fucking. Pink.

And more to the point, it had all definitely been white when he’d put it in.

Growling in frustration he tipped the washing out onto the floor and there it was, the culprit. One of Y/N’s thongs, a bright red one, poking out of the pocket of his white-now-pink corduroy trousers that he’d worn to the Fall Gala at the Country Club.

Fuck, he had totally forgotten they were in there after he’d kept them when he’d fucked Y/N in the cloak room. Unable to wait until he got her home as the sight of her in that little black dress, baby bump on show had driven him wild, he’d dragged her off for a dirty little rendezvous, and had ended up snapping the elastic around the waistband meaning they were totally useless. She’d been pissed when she realised and had to spend the rest of the night with nothing on…of course, at the time it had been a great source of amusement to him.

Now, well not so much.

He contemplated googling how to fix this, before he decided that he simply couldn’t be fucking bothered. It would likely involve some complicated soaking routine and frankly he had better things to be doing with his time.

Like researching…important…stuff. Man stuff. Man stuff for him and his baby boy.

Nonchalantly, he tossed the ruined items into the basket and set it on top of the machine with a shrug. He’d buy her some new stuff. And if she went ballistic at him over it all, then he’d just have to remind her that it was her fault her thong was in his pocket in the first place, the dirty little minx.

[alwaysthrowsscissors]

Fic Writer Questions!

Thanks for the tag @venhedish dont mind if I do darlin'! Loved reading your answers too!

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

17 and I started May 2020

2) What's your total AO3 word count?

84,430! Sooooo close to that 100k milestone I just need to get off my writing hiatus since I have a beefy one shot WIP and a couple kink-meme prompt fills started that will get me to the finish line!

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

On Ao3/as an adult, just Supernatural.

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Well Jung – This was my first and I’m still super surprised it took off so well considering all the head-hopping. I also hadn’t written fiction since high school so it’s pretty technically rough!

I Can’t Forget the Time and Place Where We Just Met – Who doesn’t love a good old-fashioned double amnesia fic! This was a SPN Masquerade fill and it was super fun to write!

Kiss the Cook – Another SPN Masquerade fill inspired by Dean in an apron in S15. Kitchen fucking is fun fucking!

Iodine and Stitches – 3/5 SPN Masquerade fills that I did fall 2020. Seriously such a fun event to participate in I cant recommend it enough. This is one my only fics with a serious tone throughout which is tough for this clown.

Double Jeopardy – Written for my buddy after finding out she has an intelligence kink! Cut to us giggling about Sam losing his damn mind when he plays Jeopardy with clever Dean!

5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Listen…I can’t fully express how much comments give me LIFE! I want to know what you liked about my silly musings, I want to know your fav part, I want to know that I gave you a boner! I'll take a button smash, I'll take an emoticon. Anything, everything! I make a point to always respond back to show my appreciation for people taking time out of their day to make my day.

6) What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Without a shadow of a doubt Yesterday Don’t Matter if It’s Gone about what would happen if Sam and Dean hooked up during Mystery Spot and exacerbated Sam’s downward spiral during the months of Tuesdays. I write a lot of humour and this sucker is humourless PLUS has an unhappy ending! Weeee!

8) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you've written?

Never have but not opposed to the idea.

9) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nope, I’ve been pretty fortunate but I also write pretty tame shit. So if I start dabbling more in the archive warnings it may change. I do have a fun multichap wincestiel non-con WIP in the works 😈

10) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

AHAHAHAHAHA I’d say a good 90-95% of my 84k wordcount is smut! All M/M all explicit! Fun times over at Casa Scissors 😏. I do have some upcoming stuff that’s more plot heavy though which I’m looking forward to.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I fucking hope not that would be a big bummer.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! And as a noob I had to pinch myself, it still fucking blows my mind! A lovely Ao3 user Yigelulu translated I Can’t Forget the Time and Place Where We Just Met into Chinese. It was so incredibly cool to see my words in another language and a great honour that they liked my fic enough to put in all that work!

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yup! Turn Your Head and Cough with my budbud Wearingdeantoprom. Dean gets his prostate rubbed for the first time at the doctors office.

14) What's your all time favorite ship?

Wincest wincest all the wincest! My brain is infected and there is no cure! I am a pro-shipper though ship and let ship my dudes. I also dabble in wincestiel and LOVE any combination of winkline and may write it one day. I don’t really read much from other fandoms. I’ve read some George/Fred (I like brother fucking ok?) and I love me some Jess Mariano/Dean Forester over in the Gilmore Girls camp (the perfect enemies to lovers) but its unfortunately such a small ship. Any souls reading this who like those ships, please drop any recs into my box!

15) What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Anything I am passionate about I will finish. I’ve only killed one thing because I got bored with it but I posted my fav part for a fic challenge. I hate not having something to show for my spent time (I know it's a hobby but it's the principle damnit!) and I hate unfinished things. Those damn little ao3 red circles haunt me 🚫

16) What are your writing strengths?

Christ uhhh I’ll say I’m most consistently praised in comments for my dialogue and it’s what always flows the smoothest for me. I think my humour is also a strength, it comes very naturally when I write which is why I have a hard time keeping it out of my fics! Times are tough I just wanna make y’all giggle ok?

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

Frankly, my greatest weakness is that I don’t take it seriously enough to look at my past writing critically for improvement. I also write (non-fiction) for my job and had extensive training to do so, so when its for this hobby I honestly whip it out, edit a couple times, and slap it up ‘good enough’ styles and I don’t go back to re-read once posted. I think if I looked back, I could see lots of opportunities for improvement and could go from a fine writer to a good writer. I’d also say that I’ve written pretty fun fluffy cracky smutty stuff so I guess another weakness is a lack of depth of plot and subject matter. I do want to explore this stuff more though.

18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

My concern is if you don’t speak the language fluently, then native speakers reading your fic might feel a big disconnect if you get colloquialisms and euphemism etc. incorrect. It could take them out of your fic if its not authentic enough. I don’t speak any other language fluently so it would END BADLY. I can speak and read French VERY POORLY and that’s it so no, I will never write in another language unless its jibberish I invented myself!

19) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

The only fanfic I wrote before SPN last year was a handful of super cracky, gen Gundam Wing fanfiction in high school!! They are on a broken USB stick which kills me I want to read them so badly! All my other creative writing was original fiction mainly horror/thrillers. I stopped when I started my undergrad cause...that shit is a lot of work yo.

20) What's your favorite fic you've written?

My first love is my first baby Well Jung. I love the plot, I love the humour in it, I love the heart, and it’s still some of my fav sex I’ve written. And the title makes me giggle too who doesn’t love a bad pun? I'm so thrilled it was so successful but it would still be my favourite even if 3 people read it. It made me rediscover writing as a hobby and helped me explore this wonderful (yet insane) fandom. I love all my babies and I even think the writing is stronger in other fics, but he will always be #1 in my heart.

OK this was fun I love talking about fic writing! If any of you read my stuff and want to know more, hit me with an ask; I love making new frans! Tagging @oddsocksandstuff @samanddeaninpanties @raidens-realm I think my other writer mutuals have been tagged by Ven!