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restinslices · 8 months ago

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I see you would like Mk1 requests, I do have one but it's platonic! How about LKBS with their GN!Child who have discovered they have water based abilities? (It's inspired by a character called Valby! She has a unique ability that allows her to transform into water and swim about freely). She awoke her abilities after being attacked and crushed her enemies with the immense pressure of the water and where the lake once was, a mass of water in the shape of her was thrashing wildly. sorry for the rant, I just find the character really cool!

Tomas may be a bit shorter than the others but by then I felt like I was repeating the same things. Hope you enjoy anyway! Also not proofread because my eyes burn😭

Being a cyromancer himself, he expects for his kids to get some sort of ice abilities

Water is close enough

He’s not surprised by it. Maybe he’s a bit thrown off when the whole attack happens and he sees that they’ve turned into water, but overall he’s no surprised that his kid has these powers

He’s mostly pleased

Takes great pride in his kid also having unique abilities. If they were born powerless he wouldn’t hate them, but he’d be like “damn”

Most important part to him is training them so they have control of their abilities

Welcome to Bi-Han’s Boot Camp For The Enhanced-

Around the clock training

“This is too much-” hey do you want control of your powers or do you want your powers to control you? Exactly. Stop complaining

I can see him really pushing to see the extent of their powers. Is it actually just water? Ice? Steam? Can they manipulate water (like a waterbender) or do they always have to become the water?

Becomes borderline toxic but it’s for a good reason

Their powers are close so I can see a training exercise being him throwing icicles at them and they have to turn it to water

Yall ever seen those people toss babies in a pool to teach them how to swim? That’s him

“Wow dad, the view up here is so pretty. The water looks beautiful. Hey why are we-” “don’t belly flop” “I beg your pardon?”

Shoved

Listen, he gotta see how much water they can turn into. A pond? A lake? An ocean?

He’s for sure raising a little Ming Hua (LOK character) (a bad bitch)

Kuai Liang wouldn’t expect this because he’s a pyromancer

What he expected was for his kid to be able to manipulate fire. Not water.

I feel like when the attack happens his first thought is if his kid is gonna be okay. When water just starts smacking mfs out of nowhere and he realizes his kid has turned into literal water, he’s a bit shocked

He’s not disappointed they can’t manipulate fire. He’s just genuinely confused about how these powers work and why at that moment they decided to work instead of any other time before

Honestly I think every brother would take training seriously because having their own powers, they know that you have to have them under control

They also all have the same occupation so making their reactions different is a lil tricky ngl

I will say tho, I think his training might include putting out fires he creates

They’re not a firefighter but in his mind, it teaches them to think and move fast

Wants to test if they can make only a part of their body water or if it has to be their whole body

I can see him trying to see if he can teach them how to do some of his moves but with water

Like how he burnt those stone people after scrapping with Shao Khan. Can they do that, but with water. Either by manipulating water or just becoming water and being able to take out that many enemies in one movement

“They did it before!” yeah but can they do it without being angry? Can they control it? That’s what he’s tryna see

Overall, he's happy for them but I can see him back seating them from any missions until they have the shit under control

I won't repeat that when the attack happens, he's a bit shook. Let's just speed past that

Now, considering he does the smoke shit, I think he could help a lot more than people think

He can become a puff of smoke, so he has experience with this whole “I'm no longer in human form” type shit

I imagine it takes a lot of focus to actually do something like that, so he'd be able to help

Also I think since he can do all that, he'd help them think outside the box. I imagine when he's a puff of smoke, he can feel that the air has water too. He'd try to see if they can grab at the water in the air as well

Y'all know how Hama was telling Katara to look for water everywhere? It'd be like that. Just minus the bloodbending

Training could be fun lowkey. It'd be like tag. A puff of some tryna catch this thing of water

He has smoke bombs and shit so maybe he'd try to see if they can make weapons that incorporate their whole water thing

Another training exercise I can think of is him putting smoke down and seeing if they can pick up the water in it? Am I making sense?

I just think he could help a lot more than people expect him too

And obviously he's proud of his kid for getting these powers

But like his brothers, he knows you gotta get your shit down cause if you don't you become a liability

So like them, he takes training them very seriously

He makes sure to praise them on what they’re doing right and remind them of how much progress they’ve made

Tomas they could never make me hate you

#mk1 #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat 1 #bi han sub zero #bi han #kuai liang scorpion #kuai liang #kuai liang mk1 #tomas vrbada smoke #bi han headcanons #kuai liang headcanons #tomas vrbada headcanons #subzero headcannons #scorpion headcannons #smoke headcanon

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kit-screams-into-the-future · 1 month ago

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kit reads a comic: untold tales and alternate timelines, issue 1 (part 2)

finishing off the rest of the issue today! very convenient this one is split into two. i fear for the length the other reaction posts will be when i have to go through the entire issue for the story instead of half-and-half.

time to look for some good scientists. i'll even take the sub-par ones

oh shit i was right it is about doc getting picked up for the manhattan project! the comic opens on the california institute of technology, 1943, as helpfully supplied by the text box. i think this is the one where doc shows them his jello cube with a singular mushroom in it. the mushroom is very important. anyways, doc storms into i think his boss’s office and he’s very mad! his boss asks him why he’s not teaching to which he replies this:

gotta search up something rq.

yeah this is funny. [a la shrek they don’t even have dental] he doesn’t even teach a math course

docs mad bc he’s noticed all his other colleagues have been disappearing to contribute to what he guesses is a “top-secret think tank” for the war so what’s he still doing here?? that should be him!! (or in his words, “you should’ve bussed me off ages ago!”) throughout his whole rant about credentials and stuff he’s doing this:

the pose and the face are very silly to me. yeah this guy looks highly qualified to me. checks out

i also love how similar he’s drawn to the video game version of him. i can hear this in his younger self’s video game voice

so his boss is like yeah you’re right there is something going on and we thought about you for it and doc immediately takes this as a confirmation that he’s going and asks “can i bring my dog?” which i thought was cute. the canine assistant is very important to him. his boss goes no wait. we get this explanation :

you can say you think his place is a mess. it’s okay. love the stress on “psychologists” too like damn you really think it’s that worrying

doc is not the slightest bit offended he just goes yeah i get it. but ☝️i have an idea

we cut to:

a very tidy and respectable home! seems he’s cleaned up! they’re like yeah based on what we’ve seen we think you’re fit to come with us. then they step on his mail on their way out which reveals that this isn’t his apartment! it’s his landlady’s! tough luck doc….

doc goes home, not deterred by this in the slightest. he WILL be bussed off to that think tank. he’s put his mind to it and by god is he going to accomplish it. oh weird his apartment lights are on-

GOVERNMENT PEOPLE JUMPSCARE

love the guy on the left’s face like yeah. we broke into your apartment. we’re the government. we can do that

also his apartment isn’t even that bad. look how much floor space is clear! plenty of room to roam still, no problem (the bar is low.) (please ignore the giant death ray)

also he still has the stuff on his walls in 1985! the cat clock, the sax, the giant taxidermy fish

the guy in the back turns around OPPENHEIMER??? what are you doing here…. (we know what he’s doing here) (bomb)

they’re like yeah we knew it wasn’t your house this whole time. we respect the hustle. you’re with us now you’re now officially part of the manhattan project! doc says this is cause for celebration and he pulls out:

THE JELLO.

the mushroom really is perplexing. free my man

and that’s the end actually! i thought it would be longer, i’m surprised there isn’t more. looking at the page count this checks out though.

doc being so eager to get into the project is like.

(he doesn’t know.)

not much on the bingo front today. i assume he got his landlady’s permission to use her house but he also could’ve not so it’s a toss-up to if the square is filled

i’m sure this will be cleared up in a later issue (and by that i mean he’s definitely committing another, more clearly defined crime)

well, we found our good scientist! next on kit reads a comic: the government breaks into doc’s house again.

#back to the future #bttf #LIVE KIT REACTION #kind of short this time on account of short bit of comic #i could definitely get through a whole issue with one post actually #good to know good to know #kit yap session

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pedal-writes · 10 months ago

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Homesick (2)

A/N: This one is a bit longer despite it honestly being filler but yk I gotta keep the grind up guys 🙏 oh yeah, don't mind the obligatory fanfic bestie, she isn't gonna have that big a role after this don't worry guys, big peepaw robot will only be on the mind soon lolz

Oh yeah and I added some dialogue from the book in here bc it's easier to translate that then movie dialogue so I'm gonna switch between the both of those, just an FYI!

It’s been about a week or so since you arrived in L.A.. Like Sam boasted about, he managed to get a car, a yellow camero to be exact. It was amusing how much he rubbed it in your face as if you didn’t get a car when you were literally his age. But you weren’t that bothered by his sudden load of cockiness and was just happy he managed to get some independence for himself.

Today, Felicity wanted to meet up with you and catch up over some dinner and maybe a shopping spree at the mall. She had been talking about it all week but couldn’t see you until now since she hasn’t found a good time to take off from work. You went through your suitcase and found a few cute clothing items that screamed casual but also girls night (more like day) out. As you picked up your purse and made sure all of your essentials were inside, you made your way out of your bedroom and down the stairs. A small chuckle left your lips when you heard your parents muffled voices bickering outside. They were working on the yard for the past few hours and your mom would constantly harp on what your dad did wrong. It was a little funny honestly.

Suddenly, you felt someone walk past you and a muffled sorry escaped their lips. You glanced over in confusion and saw Sam go into the garage. You snorted and decided to follow him, out of pure curiosity. As you walk into the garage and lean on the door frame, Sam scrambled to find his keys. “Hey Sam, what’s goin’ on?”

Sam glances over, his demeanor dropping a bit in annoyance. “I’m uh, going to this lake party. Miles is gonna come with me so y’know…”

“Wait, you got invited to an actual party?” You responded with a twinge of surprise in your voice. “No offense.”

“I mean not… officially. It’s a public place, anyone can go to the lake.” Sam said, making his way past you and towards one of the back doors. “And why are you so done up? You don’t usually wear clothes that nice.”

“Wh— Okay I’m going to ignore that you just said that. Anyways, Felicity is gonna pick me up in a few because she wanted to catch up since we haven’t seen each other in like forever.” You say as you adjust the purse hanging on your shoulder. As the name ‘Felicity’ leaves your mouth, Sam groans over dramatically and turns towards you. “You’re seriously still friends with that girl?”

“Duh! She’s my best friend Sam.”

“Yeah, more like she’s the best at being annoying. She would literally come here every single day after school and you two would talk about whatever girl problems you two had and by the way, I heard everything. The walls are very thin in this house.” Sam opened up the door and began to walk out. “I have no idea how mom and dad even tolerated it because I didn’t! You guys didn’t even listen to me when I complained.” He rants irritably, making his way towards the driveway.

“But she had a troubled home life! I was the only one there for her. And she hasn’t spent the night here since I was in high-school. That was, what, five years ago?” You explained as you followed close behind him. Both of you managed to step onto your father’s, Ron’s, lawn. “You two, I do not like footprints on my grass. Please step onto the very nice path I ever so carefully laid down.”

“Oh, sorry dad.” You mumbled and retraced your steps. You could practically hear Sam’s eye role as he begrudgingly did the same. “Mom, seriously, could you stop putting jewelry on Mojo? He’s got enough self-esteem issues as a Chihuahua without you pimping him every day.”

Judy frowned at her son. “You know I don’t like for you to use that term,” She scolded.

“Maybe you should put him back in the dryer, hon.” Ron said playfully.

You glanced towards your mother with a confused expression. “Wait, that’s how Mojo broke his leg? Mom, you told me he jumped off the counter and fell weird.”

“I– I was ashamed, it’s embarrassing. And It was an accident, Ron! I didn’t know he fell asleep in the laundry basket. You know how hard he is to see sometimes.” Judy reached down and picked up the small dog, cuddling him close to her chest despite Mojo’s frantic means to escape her grasp. “How’s your little leggy-weggy, huh, tough guy?” She cooed.

Hearing a small buzz come from your phone, you grab it from your pocket and see a message from Felicity.

‘I’m here nerd :P GET UR ASS OUT HERE!!’

“Oh uh, Felicity’s here. I’ll see you guys later. And have fun at your lake party, SAM.” You walk back into the house and hear a cut off ‘shut up’ as you close the door behind you. From the windows at the front of the house, you see that familiar white convertible parked in front of the house and excitedly open the front door, locking it behind you.

“Hey you! Long time no see.” Felicity said, resting her sunglasses on top of her head. You walk towards the car and open the door to sit inside. “Yeah, it’s certainly been awhile.” You lean over and give Felicity a hug, cringing slightly at the amount of perfume she’s wearing.

“So how are you? How’s your job?” Pulling away, she starts the car and drives down the neighborhood’s street. “I’m doing alright. I uh… quit my job. Some stuff happened with another coworker and I just couldn’t work there anymore.” You hesitantly answered, fidgeting with the strap of your purse.

“Oh snap. Was it like a creepy coworker thing or…”

“No no, nothing like that. Well I guess… kinda. It’s complicated. I had no idea what this guy’s problem with me was but he wouldn’t leave me alone! Always harassed me before, during, and after work. I tried to report him to H.R. but since he was positions above me, they just gave him a slap on the wrist.” You paused for a few moments and felt your cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment. “So one morning, I was so pent up I… hit him. Like punched him, really hard. I’m pretty sure I broke his nose and screwed up my hand really badly. It was a stupid thing, really…”

Felicity stayed quiet for a few seconds before a smile creeped onto her face. “That is so badass.”

You looked at her dumbfounded. “It was not badass!”

“It so was! You were like ‘you want a piece of me?! Bam!’ and then the creep went down. I bet he never bothered you again after that, huh?” She quipped, that same dumb smile resting on her face.

“No, he didn’t. But it cost me my job! It’s just really unprofessional.”

“But didn’t you quit it?”

You sighed. “I quit out of embarrassment, before they would inevitably fire me.”

“Oh. Well, since you’re so smart, I’m confident you’ll find another one. Maybe one without a weirdo guy.”

“Yeah, I hope so.” You rested your elbow against the hard material on the door and laid your head against your cheek, staring at the passing buildings and people with a mopey expression. You really were disappointed you lost a job that both perfectly matched your interests and paid highly. Maybe after being in L.A. for a few weeks will raise your spirits enough to start job hunting again, and get out of this weird depressive funk that’s been preventing you from doing so.

Felicity noticed your change in attitude and cleared her throat, changing the subject. “So I’ve been following this one news blog and apparently there are some high tensions between the U.S. and some other countries for some reason. I really hope a war doesn’t start because that would be, like, really bad.” She says, glancing between you and the road ahead of her.

“Oh yeah,” You sit up again and look at her. “I’ve seen stuff like that on the news. If a war does start, they would start drafting people right?”

Slowly the restaurant came into view and Felicity pulled the car into the parking lot. “Pretty sure, but only boys though. Woohoo for us I guess… Speaking of boys, how’s Sam doing?”

“He’s doing fine. He got a car recently, It’s kind of a piece of junk though. And he also still hates you.”

Felicity laughed as she pulled into an empty parking space. “Yeah I figured. Should I apologize to him? Since I kind of invaded your personal life for a good while.” She turned off the car and stepped out, grabbing her purse. You think about it and eventually nod, also exiting the vehicle. ”He’s annoying for sure but I’m gonna say yes. I care about the both of you and I don’t want any bad tension between you two, as funny as it is.”

“I’ll remember that. Oh, and when we get in here, only one alcoholic beverage. Cause I am not dragging your drunk ass out of here like last time.” She playfully bumped her shoulder into yours and opened the front door for you.

“What that– It was my 21st birthday! That’s not fair. I even said I wouldn’t do something like that again.” You argued.

“Riiight, okay. Just get in here.” You rolled your eyes and mumbled a ‘whatever’, to which Felicity chuckled.

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It was already night time when you and Felicity were done shopping at the mall. She was a bit of a bad influence considering how overboard you went with the shopping, with her excuse being ‘you’ll probably rarely get chances to visit Cali again so make it worth your while!’ But despite the amount of money you spent, you deemed it worth it considering you found the cutest pair of Uggs. As the two of you walked down the sidewalk, You let out a small sigh as you realized how far away Felicity had actually parked. It was a Saturday night so of course the mall was packed, so it made sense for her to park a block or two away.

What you both didn’t know was that there was a looming police car in the distance behind you, slowly creeping.

“Remember that one time in sophomore year when you liked that one jock-y kind of guy and during valentines day, you went up to give him a valentine and literally fell on your face?” You laughed, adjusting the bags in your hands so they wouldn’t be as uncomfortable in your hands.

“Oh my god, that was so embarrassing! It gives me second-hand embarrassment just thinking about it.” Felicity shivered.

“Hey, at least he asked if you were ok, even if he rejected you afterwards…”

“Ugh, can we talk about something else? Please?”

Soon, Felicity’s car came into view and you both crossed the street with urgency. As you put your bags in the backseat and got into the car, your brows furrowed at the police car parked beside the sidewalk you and Felicity were just walking. “Uh, Was that Cop car always there?” You pointed out to your friend.

“Mm, yeah no. I’m pretty sure he just drove up. He’s probably keeping a look out for thieves or junkies or something.” She replied, starting the car and beginning to pull out of the parking space. “Unless, you’re the thief.”

You playfully scoffed. “I wouldn’t steal anything!”

“I’m just joshing with you.” Felicity patted your back and drove down the dark street. A few minutes would pass before you would see that same cop car following behind you two from that same far distance as before. You brushed it off, he was probably just driving to get something to eat or go back to the station. But as Felicity turned the car a few more times and the car still didn’t change its direction, you started to get a little anxious.

“Felicity, that cop car is legitimately following us now.” You mumble, staring into the rear view mirrors with a small pit in your stomach.

“What? Should I pull over?” She replied in a worried manner.

“I don’t think so… He would turn his lights on or–or yell at us to pull over by now.”

Felicity decided to take a different way to your house and went down a darkened street with almost no streets nor people, to try and maybe lose him. The two of you still kept your eyes on the rear view lights before the car suddenly stopped. It sat there for a few seconds before making a U-turn and going back the way it entered, almost like it was being called by something. You both sighed in relief, “Thank god…” You muttered.

“That was really weird… Do you think he was gonna kidnap us or something?” Felicity looked at you with wide eyes.

The thought irked you a bit and you shook your head. “I don’t want to think about it, I just want to go home.”

Felicity nodded understandably and went back onto the regular route to your house. The ride wasn’t that long and as the car drove down your neighborhood’s street, the familiar shape of your family's home came into view. “Thank you for coming to hang out with me, I really missed you. And I’m sorry it ended weird with the whole cop thing…” Felicity said with a small frown on her face.

You huffed, leaning in and giving her a hug. “It’s okay. At least he left us alone and I got to spend some time with you.” You pulled away and smiled, to which she returned. You reached in the back and grabbed your bags, stepping out and closing the car door with your hip.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, please get home safe Fel.”

“Will do, tell your parents I said hi!” With that, Felicity started her car again and drove down the street. You watched her drive away for a few seconds before going into your house. When you opened your door, it was dark and you were pretty sure your parents were asleep. You walked up the stairs and you heard Sam’s muffled talking coming from his room. Something about how leaving someone behind at the lake wasn’t that big a deal and to ‘get over it.’

You snorted and headed towards your room, setting your bags down and closing the door. It was a bit late but you could probably still squeeze a shower in, considering you felt a bit sweaty from walking outside all that time. You took off your shoes and grabbed your towel off of the door, walking back into the hallway and into the bathroom. You didn’t want the shower to be too long considering how late it is so you moved with a sense of urgency, getting out after about 20 minutes.

After getting into some jammies and aggressively drying your hair with your towel, you flop into bed and sort of reminisce about the past day. While you were really happy you got to see your best friend again, you felt a bit irked out by that cop car following you and Felicity. There really was no rational explanation to justify why that car was following you so it was probably either a creepy guy who stole a police car, or worse, a creepy cop. The thought creeped you out and you sat up, yawning and rubbing your eyes tiredly. Your eyes dart over to under your door and you see a little bit of light that was coming from Sam’s room. That gave you an idea. You grabbed a blanket and a pillow and made your way out of your room. You stopped at Sam’s door and knocked. The sound of approaching footsteps were heard and the door opened, Sam standing there with a neutral expression. “What’s up?”

“Can I sleep in your room tonight?” You hesitantly asked, honestly feeling a little childish.

Sam rolled his eyes. “You’re a grown woman, with your own room, and I need my privacy. So if you don't mind—” As he closed the door, you gently stopped it with your hand and gave him a saddened look. “Please Sam, I don’t think I want to be alone right now.”

His eyes widened slightly and he sighed, opening the door fully and letting you enter. You found an empty spot on the carpeted floor and threw your pillow down, sitting down beside it. “So… Did something bad happen today?” Sam asked, walking over and sitting on his bed.

“No—well, yeah I guess. Felicity and I were on our way over here and this cop car was just slowly driving after us. I didn’t think much of it at first until Felicity turned a few times and that car was still behind us. We were panicking and I thought ‘oh my god i’m going to die’ before the creep stopped and turned around. It wasn’t fun, like at all.” As you talked, you laid your head down against your pillow and pulled your blanket over you, looking over at your brother.

“Oh damn, I’m sorry. That sounds freaky.” Sam said with a frown.

“Yeah it certainly was. I’m just glad we managed to get out of there without getting hurt or worse… Anyways, I’m gonna change the subject now. How was the lake party?”

Sam grinned at the question. “You won’t believe it when I tell you, cause it’s that unbelievable.”

“Spill.��

“Mikaela Banes actually got into my car and I drove her home, in my car!”

You sat up with a bewildered expression. “Bullshit!”

“I’m serious!”

The two of you talked and laughed for a little while after that and soon drifted off to sleep, you forgetting about the mildly upsetting events that transpired today. A few hours had passed of peaceful slumber until you heard a car revving and Sam running out his door in a hurry. You were still a bit dazed and your tired mind registered it as nothing, so you quickly fell back to sleep.

#sigh I’m struggling a little on ch3 #but it’s getting there guys #transformers #tf bayverse #bayverse #bayformers #optimus prime #optimus prime x reader #bayverse optimus prime x reader #maccadam

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magicxc · 2 years ago

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Stay With You

Pairings: Trevante Rhodes x Black Reader x Aldis Hodge

Word Count: 1652

Warnings: double penetration, hand job, cream pies

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“Y’all when I said let's go camping, I was thinking something along the lines of smores, maybe even a cute lil bonfire,” I ranted. “But to be out here in natures ass crack, the possible meal of a grizzly bear is where I draw the line.

“Y/N, we’re in a makeshift tent in the backyard, I doubt a grizzly is making it this far into the city,” Aldis sighed.

“And if he does, we’ll hear him,” Trevante added.

“Was that supposed to make me feel better?”

“This is practice Y/N, you stay complaining like this on the real campsite and a grizzly will be the least of your worries.”

“Aldi, is that a threat?” I gasped.

“No, it’s a warning, so take heed.”

“Ohhh Aldiii, you giving out warnings now?” Trevante mocked.

Deadpanning Tre, I look over to Aldis to assess what the problem really is.

“Aldi, you know I don’t do the whole nature thing, but I’m legitimately trying FOR YOU."

“You ain’t gotta try if all you gone do is keep complaining,” he protested.

“I AM -“

“Hey hey hey y’all enough,” Tre interrupted. “Let's put a pin in it before one of us says something we can’t take back.

Always the peacemaker that one. Trevante is quite literally the definition of lover not a fighter, whereas Aldis on the other hand is my little hot head. We tend to clash from time to time, but we’re learning which buttons not to push.

He’s been begging us to go camping for a minute now and I finally gave in last weekend, opting to do this only if I could work my way up there. Tre is no more keen to do it than I am, but pushed those feelings to the side for all the times Aldis has been so willing to try something for us. I guess it didn’t help that I’ve been bitching since we crawled inside here.

Sighing, I apologized for my earlier whining and creeped over to his side of the tent to seal it with a kiss. He accepts it with a grumble, but the scowl on his face tells a different story.

“Baby, I am so sorry for not coming in here with an open mind and if you let me, I’ll have us all making noises a grizzly wouldn’t dare interrupt.”

I get a small smile in return, but it’s not the heart melting one I’m used to seeing.

“Please, forgive me and come morning I’ll fix your favorite breakfast.”

“There are no stoves in the woods,” Tre reminded.

“Right, well I’ll do whatever it takes to survive in nature,” I promised. “No soap, no toothpaste, just a knife and my killer instincts.”

A chorus of woahs follows from both men, Aldis urging me to relax, emphasizing the idea that living in nature surrenders the use of modern technology not hygiene.

“Yeah well I’ll stay clean ONLY if you forgive me,” I bargained.

Chuckling, he leans in and pecks me on the lips, formally forgiving my prior tantrum.

“Moving forward, I don’t wanna hear no lip and you’ll do exactly as I say,” he demanded.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I lean in for another kiss, mumbling a yes sir. Deepening it, I feel Tre’s palm run across my ass, caressing its curves in the softest way.

Aldis’ arms wrap around my waist, pulling me in closer as his lips run over mine, trailing down to my chin, my neck, and stopping just shy of my breast.

“Now, tell me more about those non interrupting grizzly noises,” he says through light pecks.

Shuffling off the floor Tre gets behind me, locking me in between them, sprinkling his fair share of kisses along my back in agreement with Aldis.

Turning so that my body faces forward, I rest my arms on the shoulder of each man; leaning firstly into Tre and then into Aldi to swap a little bit of spit.

“Well, for starters we’d need less clothes.“

“Like this shirt for instance,” Tre proposed as he tugged it off me.

“And these pants,” Aldis added, unbuckling them. “They don’t really serve much purpose do they?”

Shaking my head no, I help them shed the rest of the clothes by ridding myself of the remaining undergarments. Now in my birthday suit, I watch as each man's clothing finds itself in a pile next to mine.

Tongue slipping between teeth and over my lips, I can’t help the jolt of excitement that washes over me as I ready myself for both my men. Leaning over to Tre, I sink my teeth into his skin as I suck on his sweet spot, no doubt leaving a hickey - eager to mark him in the sexiest way.

He breathes out soft, shy pants and I reach down to grab his semi hard dick as I stroke it back and forth. Dribbles of precum ooze from the tip and I drag my thumb forward to smear it against his length, allowing me to jerk him off a little more smoothly.

Tilting over to my left, I lean into Aldis and dip my head into the firm arch of his shoulder blade, peppering his jaw in open mouth kisses; spots of saliva left behind after each one.

He then grabs my left breast, his mouth swirling around the hardened nipple as my head tips back at the delicious sensation, quiet mewling tumbling past my lips. Tre follows suit with my other breast, tweaking and kneading before taking the nipple into his warm mouth.

Hand gliding down Aldis’ lap, I stop at his girthy member, tracing over each thick vein while I softly run my hand over his nuts. Bringing my hand to my face, I spit in the palm and return it back to his length, this time stroking him with ease.

Breathy moans follow, but it comes out muffled around my nipple and I take this chance to speed up in pace on both men, hoping to see their creamy finish.

“Tell me how good this feels,” I whimpered. “Matter of fact, cum for me so I know it’s real.”

Heated lips run along my skin, tongues leaving wet trails in their paths while hands get entangled with limbs and moans get engulfed into the noiseless night. My body feels hot with desire, eyelids fluttering closed, and mouth ajar, I couldn’t tell who was doing what but my movements never ceased; eager to bring my men over the edge.

Their heavy breathing becomes more erratic, my cooing and encouragement having them spill onto me as my hands come to a slow stop and I lick each fist clean.

Grabbing the back of my neck, Aldis pulls me in for a kiss, thumbs spreading my lips open to taste himself. Pulling away, I turn over to Tre and dive in for another round of tongue twisting, saliva trailing down our chins as we pull apart.

��On all fours Y/N, you know wassup,” Aldi directed.

“Yes sirrrr, Tre you on the bottom baby?”

“I’m wherever you want me,” he winked.

Lying down on his back, he helps position me on top of him, dick in hand as he watches me slowly slide down his length. A heavy gasp leaves us both at the heated feeling of being connected. After we adjust, he gives me a lazy smile, mouthing a quick I love you to which I eagerly return it.

“Ready for me angel?”

“Go for it Aldi.”

“I’ll be your genie, Y/N, every fucking day if you let me,” he confides, smearing his cum between my ass.

“Your every wish would be my command,” he continued, entering first with his finger.

“You’re my beacon of light honey,” he insisted, adding in another digit. “In an otherwise bleak and cruel world.”

“You both reassure me that all is not lost,” he chanted, driving his fingers into me, the pace deliciously unwavering.

“Y’all have given me the joy to call you guys family,” he admitted, removing his fingers entirely.

“But this ass? Oh this ass Y/N is what I can call home,” Aldis ended as he thrusted to the hilt.

No matter how many times he’s entered my backdoor, I can never get used to his sheer size. He always knocks the wind out of me and I find myself planted face first into Tre’s chest, his hands cradling my jaws as I seep back into reality. Sweet nothings are whispered into my ear but it’s the driving force of their dicks that fully reels me into the present.

“There she is,” Tre snickered. “I got you baby girl, don’t you worry.”

I barely recognize the sounds coming from me, my words now indecipherable, cockdrunk and drooling as they tear me apart. Aldis wraps his hand around my throat, drawing me in to plaster my lips with sloppy kisses while Tre takes a hold of my waist to drive his dick further into me, my pussy stretched around his dick as his tongue explores the shape of my neck.

My fingers are embedded into skin, whose I don’t know, but the crescent shaped marks will reveal it sooner or later. Tongue sliding against Aldis’ while Tre’s fingers dance every which way across my waist and thighs, I can’t help the howl that escapes me; grizzly bear be damned, my body feels worked over past its limits.

The peak that I hit seems never ending, my soul paralyzed and heartbeat accelerating, while everything around me ceases to exist. I come down just in time enough to feel them splatter my walls simultaneously which elicits a minigasm of my own.

Loud, labored panting is all that I hear. Rough, calloused hands is all that I feel. Navy blue sky littered with twinkling stars is the view that meets me and I must admit that camping isn’t so bad after all.

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fortheb0ys · 1 year ago

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First of all thank you for writing for Jeff Sadecki. I recently got into Yellowjackets. I have to say I’m hooked. Jeff is just such a baby girl. The sub that just wants to please, I also don’t think he would have many limits.

Imagine coming home from a stressful day at work. To find Jeff completely naked on his knees at the door ready to serve he’s wearing a dog hood and dog tail dildo, just ready to please. Till he sees his master enter utterly angry and disappointed with the days work. Just looking down at Jeff.

Jeff’s master just ignores him and walks to their sofa and sits, poor Jeff just whines and follows on his hands and knees rubbing his face on his masters thighs, till he grinds on his leg, listening about how bad the day was.

How would our baby girl Jeff take cock stepping, feeling his boyfriend/husband master grinding his foot over his pretty red dick? All the while cock warming, I think he’d be scared at first, a little anxious but really enjoys the friction

If no one's giving us what we want, I gotta be the one to!! I'm glad you enjoy them :3

Jeff is the person to give and give. He loves attention and he tries his best to give it back. Jeff finds the best gift is his body. He loves the way you treat him softly.

I think he's horny consantly, day dreaming about dick. On the other hand, you have more on you mind than sex though seeing his sad puppy dog eyes, pleading makes you cave into his wants.

Much like a real dog, he sits without a word listening to you rant, just basking in what little attention you give him.

It doesn't just as long as you stick a knotted dildo on the floor as he ruts against your leg. He'll nuzzle at your crouch as he does so.

After the stress melts away and your dick now fully hard, you'll drag him onto the couch and fuck him satisfied.

I think Jeff would love cock stepping. The weight of your foot against his aching dick. Just grinding until a wet patch ruin the front of his jeans. Grind until he's nearing release and that your foot off. Watch him beg. Nervous at first now replaced with the need to chase every small bit of friction.

#☆*cj's inbox 📥#☆*anon asks #jeff sadecki #jeff sadecki x male reader #yellowjackets #dom male reader #sub character

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oldwritingm · 1 year ago

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Hey love your content ❤️could u please write a Kyle x y/n so basically they have a crush on each other and y/n cousin is Stan and Stan knows that they both have a crush for each other and he sets them up like the Lloyd soty but with Kyle and Stan 🥺

I would love that 💕💕

Yep! I stuck with the arcade date idea for this one! :)

Word count: 1k

South Park - Stan Sets You Up With Kyle

“But I want donuts!” You whined.

“And I want french fries.”

You were arguing about what food to get now that school was over. You’d have to decide soon; you were almost to the exit, and the donut shop was down the street to the left, while the nearest french fry joint was down the street to the right.

Suddenly Stan spotted a tall head of red hair among the sea of students. Grabbing your wrist, he dragged you along to confront Kyle.

“Kyle!”

He turned around. His eyes went wide for half a second when he noticed you, and you saw his shoulders tense ever so subtly. You didn’t make note of it, though, as you were occupied with tensing your own shoulders. You made sure to stand behind Stan, keeping your gaze low to stay inconspicuous.

“I want fries and Y/n wants donuts. Tell them that fries are clearly the superior option.”

Kyle glanced at you. “Donuts are great. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You felt your heart skip a beat when you heard that. He agreed with you! A small victory, but a victory indeed.

Though your face was partially downturned, Kyle could see the subtle brightness flash in your eyes. His heart squeezed. He had made you happy by supporting your side! Internally he pumped his fist, though externally he remained still as a statue.

As you started to walk away, Stan gave Kyle a dirty look. “Kiss-ass,” he growled.

“Sore loser,” Kyle fired back. Much like you, he was doing a pretty good job of hiding his thoughts.

But Stan could see through you both. As your cousin, and as Kyle’s best friend, he knew you like the backs of his two hands. Frankly, it was just painful and awkward to watch you both pine after the other, completely oblivious and never making the slightest of moves.

Stan sighed as he bit into his glazed donut. If he couldn’t have the snack he wanted, he’d have to find another way to enjoy himself.

At first he thought of pranking you, but with a slow shake of his head he decided he didn’t want to be mean. Not too mean, at least.

Then it hit him. With a devious smirk, he fell into a long lapse of silence while you ranted about who-knows-what (though he thinks he heard you say “Kyle” once or twice). He wasn’t paying attention, though. His mind was quite in another place—he was plotting.

Your house came up first on the walk home. You split off to walk up your driveway, waving goodbye to your cousin.

“Y/n,” he called suddenly, prompting you to whip around right before you went inside.

“Arcade. Tomorrow.”

You grinned. “Already looking forward to it.”

The door closed. Stan immediately whipped out his phone and called Kyle.

The next day, you walked down to the arcade with Stan as the autumn sun began its early descent. It was hardly 5 PM and golden hour was upon you.

As you approached the arcade, your heart fell to your stomach. A tall lanky figure with curly red hair was waiting outside. Stan noticed the way both of your faces, flushed from the cold air, immediately went white.

“Hey, Kyle!”

“Stan,” Kyle greeted, sounding a little strained.

You leaned in to whisper in his ear: “You didn’t tell me you invited K—…anyone else.”

Ignoring you, Stan smacked the side of his head theatrically. “Oh, no,” he groaned. “I totally forgot I have history homework that’s due Monday. No way I can finish it tomorrow,” he shook his head remorsefully. “I gotta start tonight. You guys should have fun without me though.”

Before either of you could say anything, he had turned on his heels and jogged away. You both watched him go, silently fuming with both anger and embarrassment.

“Since when does Stan care about homework?” You heard Kyle grumble under his breath.

“I don’t think we even have history homework.”

You saw Kyle’s brow get lower. “I think you’re right.”

You both narrowed your eyes a little. He totally planned this. That little—

Someone stepped out of the arcade, and the warm gush of air that blew out enticed you both inside.

“Hey, look! New game!” You automatically pointed to a new machine, forgetting your humility in your excitement. You dashed over, quarter already in hand.

It was a two-player game; in a second you sensed Kyle’s presence beside you, though he wasn’t close enough to actually play.

You cocked your brow. “You gonna play or not?”

Kyle moved half an inch, then hesitated. In a moment, you realized why; the machine was rather small, so players were squished together. Your shoulders were pressed to each other, and the proximity was making you both blush. More than that, it was making you positively wretched at the game.

When you inevitably lost, the game asked if you wanted to play again. At the same time you both reached for the “end game” button, and you ended up with your hands stacked atop it.

You looked at each other, then just as quickly looked away and stepped back from the machine.

“I’m not usually that bad at games,” you said loudly, desperate to distract from the incident.

“Me neither. Let’s play something else.”

The next game you tried proved to be much better. You weren’t as close, so you weren’t distracted. You were able to get into a proper competitive mindset, which lasted for the next few hours while you bounced from game to game together, laughing and talking more comfortably with each round.

A buzz in Kyle’s pocket finally broke your gaming stupor.

“I’ve gotta go home,” Kyle said regretfully.

You checked the time. “Oh. Me too.”

You walked very slowly to the exit, prolonging your conversation for as long as possible. But eventually you were out on the street, and you had to part.

“See you at school on Monday,” you mumbled sadly. You hated to end the night like this.

“Yeah. Or you could give me your number.”

You told yourself the pink on his cheeks was from the cold. He told himself the same thing about the pinkness on your own cheeks.

The second you got home, you sent a “goodnight” text to Kyle. In a few seconds he responded:

Same to you. Tonight was fun :)

You sent a smiley face back. Then, miles apart, you both hugged your phones to your chests, gazing at the ceiling dumbly with massive grins on your faces.

Thank you for your request! And thanks for reading! Take care duckies <33

(divider by saradika)

#south park #south park x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle x reader

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apteryxparvus · 2 years ago

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L ♡ V E R ⇌ L ⦻ S E R — chapter 5

Chapter five — Grande Belladonna iced tea with 4 pumps of “Please forget this ever happened”, please

Pairing — Scaramouche / Female Reader

Content warning — swearing • mentions of bullying • brief mention of psychedelic substances

Summary: In a twist of unfortunate events, you find out that being exposed as the target of Kunikuzushi middle school bullying escapades was just the beginning of your troubles. To your dismay, you’re thrown even deeper into the glamorous but artificial world of celebrities. Oh, and the cherry on top? You’re forced to pretend to be in a long-term romantic relationship with none other than said ex-bully. All because of a careless misclick by his social media manager.

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It’s early noon when you slowly open your eyes, the world seeming hazy. Your dry mouth and heavy eyelids serve as reminders of the previous night. Glancing around your room, you note the evidence scattered in the corner — the empty bottle of raki and cups, snack packets, and plates.

With a groan, you rise from the bed and stretch your weary limbs, suppressing a yawn. The tempting aroma of freshly roasted coffee wafts through the air, accompanied by the scent of a mouthwatering breakfast. Following your senses, you make your way to the kitchen, the soft padding of your sock-clad feet barely making a sound along the hallway.

“Morning,” Alhaitam greets you with a brief glance as he expertly flips a msemen in the air, the flatbread landing back in the pan with a sizzle. He’s wearing a novelty apron — a gag gift from Kaveh — adorned with the words “I Beat My Meat” and a playful illustration of a tiny, round creature tenderizing a steak.

Your attention turns to Kaveh, slumped over the kitchen table, his face buried in his hands as he groans softly in discomfort. A steaming cup of coffee sits beside him.

“How—how much did we drink last night?” you inquire.

“A whole bottle of raki before I had managed to finish the dinner preparations.” Alhaitam’s deadpan response leaves you wide-eyed. It all explains the raging hangover.

He suggests you take a seat and grab a coffee, while he finishes the crispy pancakes. You settle next to Kaveh, cradling your own mug of liquid relief, and observe as Alhaitam skillfully finishes his task.

He arranges the flatbread, arranging the pieces in three portions, and places them on the table. You gently nudge Kaveh awake, and he stirs from his light slumber. Alhaitam adds the final touch to the table — a jar of homemade honey and some soft butter, along with small bowls of nuts and raisins.

“You should probably check your Twitter,” Alhaitam suggests, casually dipping his msemen in the soft honey. Confusion clouds your mind for a moment, but within moments, the hazy recollections from the previous night rush back. Vaguely, you can recall venting to Kaveh about the whole Scaramouche bullying scandal, and unleashing your pent up frustration as a long twitter rant.

Panic sets in and a sharp ache throbs in your head.

With trembling hands, you unlock your phone and navigate to your Twitter app. Dread courses through your veins, you don’t feel ready to face the consequences of your drunken actions. The thought of the post and of the numerous quote retweets and comments fills you with embarrassment. You delete the post, desperate to erase your public outburst. Taking a deep breath, you navigate to your account settings and switch your profile to private.

Your heart pounds, as you muster the courage to open your message inbox. You silently pray that the vague memory of you insulting Scaramouche is just a mere figment of your imagination.

“Fuck.”

Author’s note: updates might get a bit more sporadic, sorry about that 😅 also, i decided to add the header image to all chapters, so now i gotta go back and fix the previous ones... sigh

psa, dont go ingesting weird plants u see just cuz they're pretty, okei?

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aloneinthehellfire · 2 years ago

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saw my tumblr notification for your previous anon and OH MY FUCKING HELL I WOULD LOOOOOVE TO GET THE BATHROOM SCENE FROM STEVE’S POV 💖💖💖

I’ve already told you before that your writing is STELLAR and I know that no matter what you write, it’ll be absolute gold. *chef’s kiss* 🤌🏻

I have to say also that GOH is absolutely KILLING ME in the best ways. love love love the slow burn and the mystery behind what’s been happening in the latest chapters, aaaaa. :’) keep up the amazing work, my friend, and please make sure that you take breaks should you need them!! 💕

I got a lot of requests for this so I hope my anons find this one <3

RAINING HELLFIRE (READER'S VERSION)

Word Count: 3672

Warnings: swearing, mentions of drugs, mentions of torture

Set in RH3: Chapter 12: Uncle Jack

Find all Raining Hellfire works here <3

Summary: While you try and find your previously abandoned radio in hopes of contacting help, Steve and Robin slip away from their cinema experience to end up in the bathroom, sharing truths about their lives they never admitted before.

[A/N: Welcome to our new little series I am calling 'Raining Hellfire (Reader's Version)' where you can request a scene that I either hadn't written into RH originally or a POV of a different character :) shout out to the nonnie that suggested this <3]

RH3: STEVE'S EPIPHANY

“The ceiling stopped spinning for me.”

Robin’s voice echoed out as Steve flushes away his latest creation, stomach lurching while he wipes away the clinging spit.

“Is it still spinning for you?”

Steve rests his back against a ceramic tiled wall and tilts his head upwards. He focuses for a second.

“Holy shit.” He sounds, still feeling light-headed. “No. You think we puked it all up?”

“Maybe.” Robin says from the cubicle beside his. “Ask me something. Interrogate me.”

“Okay. Interrogate you, sure.” He tries to straighten himself a little, ignoring the dull pain in his face. “Um… When was the last time you, uh… peed your pants?”

“Today.” She responds quickly, voice airy.

“What?” Steve smirks.

“When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw.”

“Oh my god.” Steve chuckles and Robin laughs.

“It was just a little bit though.” She giggles and Steve shakes his head in amusement.

“Yeah, it’s definitely still in her system.” He mutters, rubbing the eye that hadn’t been battered by Russian spies. Of course Dustin’s brilliant plan involved yet another concussion.

“All right, my turn.” Robin announces after her laughter died down, a smile in her voice.

“Okay, hit me.” His head was starting to throb and he was seriously missing his truth serum right about now.

“Have you… ever been in love?”

“Yep. Nancy Wheeler. First semester, senior year.” He says, not really putting much thought into the answer. He imitates a gun with his fingers and shoots at his heart.

“Oh my god.” He could practically hear Robin’s eye roll. “She’s such a priss.”

“Hm.” Steve nods, remembering a time when he thought the same. “Turns out, not really.”

“Are you still in love with Nancy?”

“No.”

A wave of shock struck him when he answered without a thought, reeling in his own response. Was he really over her?

“Why not?”

This time, his thoughts are swirling around like the ice-cream machine they rarely ever used, clouding his eyes with one image. One very specific image. And he smiles.

“I think it’s because I found someone who’s a little bit better for me.” He chuckles. “It’s crazy. Ever since Dustin got home, he’s been saying, you know, you gotta find your Suzie, you gotta find your Suzie...”

Steve blinks and the image reappears again. Dustin’s rant about Steve finding love had never left his mind.

“Uh, I guess I don’t totally know what I’m looking for.” Steve states, staring through the binoculars and being anything but covert. But Dustin could be on to something and he desperately needed a break from slinging ice-creams all day.

“Evil Russians.” Dustin replies simply and he roll his eyes.

“Yeah, exactly.” Steve nods, “I don’t know what an evil Russian looks like.”

“Tall. Blonde. Not smiling.” Dustin offers as Steve continues to navigate the binoculars. “Also, look for earpieces, camo, duffel bags, that sort of thing.”

“Right, duffel bags.” Steve repeats. He takes another moment before letting out a breath. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“What?”

“Anna Jacobi’s talking with that meathead Mark Lewinsky.” Steve complains, staring as she cosies up to the worst player he ever teamed with in his life.

“Dude, if you’re not gonna focus, just gimme the binoculars.”

“Aw, Jesus Christ,” Steve continues, ignoring the boy next to him, “Whatever happened to standards? I mean, Lewinsky never even came off the bench.”

“Dude, you are the worst spy in history, you know that?” Dustin reaches out and snatches away the binoculars, resulting in a small fight as Steve struggled with the strap around his neck.

When Dustin won the binocular war, he places the binoculars in front of his eyes. “I don’t get why you’re looking at girls, anyway. You have the perfect one in front of you.”

“Seriously,” Steve sighs, already knowing where he’s going, “If you say Y/n again-”

“Y/n.” Dustin says anyway.

“No, don’t. No.”

“Y/n, Y/n, Y/n.”

“Stop, no.”

“Y/n.” Dustin repeats over and over before throwing a curveball. “Robin?”

“No- Robin?” Steve raises his eyebrow. “Really?”

“Right.” Dustin nods. “‘Cause you like Y/n.”

“I don’t-” Steve takes a breath, noticing Dustin’s unimpressed look. “No, man, she’s not my type. She’s not even… in the ballpark of what my type is, all right?”

“What’s your type again?” Dustin asks with a side-eye. “Not awesome?”

“Thank you.” Steve sarcastically smiles, suddenly wondering where you were right now. You had said something about spending the day with Max and El, but that was all he had heard from you since last night. He remembered that smile you had given him before you drove off, a small wave as you promised to catch up on the ‘little Russian espionage’ later.

“Hm, right.” Dustin smirked and Steve looked back to him. “That lovesick face says it all.”

“I’m not-” Steve lets out a frustrated sigh. “She’s not my type, okay? Just friends.”

“Let’s see.” Dustin lowers the binoculars to count on his fingers. “Funny? Check. Smart? Check. Pretty? Double check.”

“Still in love with her ex? Check.” Steve says and Dustin’s face falls.

“What? No.” He pouts and Steve nods.

“Yeah, well. Good for him.” He looks ahead, trying not to think about how much that hurt him.

“At least you’re not in high school anymore.” Dustin shrugs and Steve looks at him.

“How has that got anything to do with anything?”

“Look, Steve.” Dustin gestures to the mall in front of them and Steve looks… confused. Dustin sighs. “There’s a whole world of girls out there. Instead of dating somebody you think’s gonna make you cooler, why not date somebody you actually enjoy being around? Like me and Suzie.”

“Yeah, you mean, ‘hotter than Phoebe Cates’. Yeah, that Suzie.” Steve recalls with a snarky tone, “And, uh, let’s think about- how exactly did you score that beautiful girlfriend? Oh, yeah. With my advice. Because that’s how this works, Henderson. I give you the advice, you follow through. Not the other way around, all right, pea-brain?”

“And how’s your advice working for you?” Dustin challenges, his eyes narrowing in his own amusement.

“Wait, who’s Suzie?” Robin asks and snaps him back into the moment. He blinks, running a hand through his hair.

“It’s some girl from camp, I guess his girlfriend.” He shakes his head, trying to push away the growing beating of his brain against his skull. “To be honest with you, I’m not 100% sure she’s even real.”

“But that’s not- that’s not really the point. The point is this girl, you know, the one that I like, it’s somebody that I… I lost touch with in school. And I don’t even know why.” Steve continues, sighing. “Maybe ‘cause Tommy H. would’ve made fun of me or… I wouldn’t be… prom king. It’s stupid. I mean, Dustin’s right, it’s all a bunch of bullshit anyways. Because when I think about it, I should have been hanging out with this girl the whole time. First of all she’s hilarious. She’s so funny. I feel like ever since last November, I have laughed harder than I have laughed… in a really long time. And- and she’s the only person in this whole world I feel like will understand me, you know? Not judge me.”

“Really?” Robin chirps up with a smile in her voice. “Sounds like she loves being around you.”

“Yeah...” Steve’s face slowly falls.

Steve closes the space, resting his head against your forehead. His heart raced faster as he pushed aside his fear. “I love you, Y/n.”

When you don’t respond, he moves his body closer, lifting his head to search your face for something to give him hope. “Please, say something.”

Every second you didn’t react was agony. He could see the tear trickling down your cheek, his brows furrowing.

And then you reached out, placing your hands over his. That little jolt of electricity, the one that give him hope, the one that never failed.

Until now.

You gently unclasp his hand and take your keys, never raising your head, never meeting his eyes.

“I..” You start, lips squeezing together. “I don’t feel the same way about you. Never have. Never… never will.”

Steve feels his entire soul shatter into a thousand pieces.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper as you turn from him, getting in your car without so much as a second glance.

He’s stood there, paralysed in his own heartbreak. He thought… you and him…

How could he have been so stupid?

“Steve?” Robin calls out and he clears his throat.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here.” He nods, rubbing his eye. “It’s just… I thought, you know, this girl was… everything. And…”

“And?”

“And she wasn’t even real.” He spoke, lowering his head. “I really should have taken Dustin’s advice. The kid knows zilch about love but… but he knows people better than I do sometimes. Told me Nancy was out of my league. Not in a bad way just, like…”

“Like you weren’t meant to be together?” She suggests and Steve hums.

“Yeah, exactly.” He laughs after a moment, “You ever… you ever had that?”

He rubs his face again, looking to the cubicle wall that separated them. She’s being quiet and he frowns, tapping on the plastic. “Robin? Robin, did you just OD in there?”

“No.” She finally says, sighing. “I… am still alive.”

“Did I say something wrong?” He asks and she lets out another sigh.

After another block of silence, he can’t take it anymore and scoots over to the wall, gripping onto the underside and pulling himself through, slow enough to avoid crashing into Robin on the other side. He decided it best to ignore how wet the floor felt on his back.

“The floor’s disgusting.” She comments as he sits back up, facing his friend.

“Yeah, well, I already got a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt, so…” He waves his hands, brushing it away. “What do you think?”

“About?” She blinks, but he knows she’s aware.

“Destined to fail romances?” He chuckles, shaking his head. “You ever had that with a guy before?”

“Something like that.” She says and he groans.

“Come on, you don’t have to be all mysterious.” He laughs, nudging her knee with his. “I can tell when you’re being weird, I’ve known you-”

“That’s it. You don’t.” She interrupts, brows knitted. When he frowns, she bites her lip and leans forward. “Look… you don’t really know me. And if you did, like – like really know me… I don’t think you’d even want to be my friend.”

“No, that’s not true, no way is that true-”

“Listen to me, Steve. It’s shocked me to my core, but I like you. I really like you. But I’m not like your other friends.” She shakes her head. “I’m not even… I don’t…”

Steve leans forward, “What’s going on?”

“Do you remember what I said about Click’s class? About me being jealous and, like, obsessed?” Robin questions and he slowly nods. “It isn’t because I had a crush on you.”

He blinks, holding his breath. Now he felt really foolish for even thinking it.

“It’s because…” She continues, and he keeps his silence. “She wouldn’t stop staring at you.”

“Mrs Click?” He frowns in confusion and she laughs, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Tammy Thompson.” She finally says, nodding. “I wanted her to look at me. But… she couldn’t pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair. And I didn’t understand, because you would get bagel crumbs all over the floor. And you asked dumb questions. And I watched you fall in love Freshman year with a girl you ended up treating like shit because you wanted to be a douchebag. And- And you didn’t even like Tammy Thompson and… and I would go home and just scream into my pillow.”

“But Tammy Thompson’s a girl.” Steve shook his head, the drug still wavy in his brain.

“Steve.” Robin says softly and he slowly feels his face fall, realisation finally hitting him in a moment of clarity.

“Oh.” He finally sounds, blinking.

“Oh.” She repeats, laughing sadly.

“Holy shit.” He leans back. Talk about deja vu.

Steve didn’t realise how silent he was being. It wasn’t because of shock or hatred or anything like that. It was because he was taken back to Skull Rock all over again. Sat beside you. Your fingers nervously fiddling with the hem of your sweatshirt, a scared look in your eye. The relief on your face when he said he didn’t care who you liked, just who you were. A happiness in your trust.

That shattered image when you found out he had taken that trust for granted.

He didn’t want it to be like that this time. No wrong words, no broken promises. He didn’t want to make anyone feel that destroyed ever again.

“Steve… did you OD over there?”

“No, I just, uh… just thinking.” He slowly nods, “I mean, yeah. Tammy Thompson, you know, she’s cute and all, but… I mean, she’s a total dud.”

“She is not.”

“Yes she is. She wants to be, like, a singer. She wants to move to, like, Nashville and shit.”

“She has dreams.” Robin tries but he’s shaking his head.

“She can’t even hold a tune.” He expresses, trying to think of a descriptor. “She’s practically tone-deaf. Have you heard her?”

As Robin laughs, he mimics Tammy’s voice in the school choir, making it as nasally as he could.

“She does not sound like that-”

“She sounds exactly like that. That’s a great impression of her.”

“You sound like a Muppet.” Robin comments and Steve laughs.

“She sounds like a Muppet. She sounds like a Muppet giving birth.” Steve chuckles and Robin can’t help but agree, giggling. “Literally ask anyone, ask Y/n, she was there. It was an hour of torture, like, even the Russians couldn’t beat that.”

“Okay, okay.” Robin clutches her stomach, shaking her head. “You’re right, okay? She sounds horrible.”

“Thank you.” He grins, head resting against the wall, “You could do so much better.”

“Like Y/n?”

Steve practically jolts, eyes wide. How did she know? Did he tell her? Was he rambling about it and didn’t realise? When did-

“Steve.” She smiles, tilting her head. “I know who ‘the girl’ is, I’m not dumb.”

He mentally lets out a sigh of relief before focusing on her comment. “It’s not… I don’t know.”

“God, you two are in love with eachother.” She scoffs, meeting his unconvinced eyes. “Seriously. It’s suffocating being around you two, it’s flirt city.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that anymore.” Steve sighs.

“No shit, there’s no way I’m going back to work after that, they don’t pay me enough to be interrogated by secret-”

“No, Robin, I mean me and Y/n.” He says quickly and she stops, frowning. He sighs again. “It… there wasn’t…”

When he couldn’t find the words, Robin leaned forward.

“What happened between you two anyway?” Robin prompts and he furrows his brows, shaking his head.

“What-”

“Last night. Or… heck, I don’t know how long it’s been.” She shrugs. “When Y/n ran out. After that really intense moment of her talking about being taken advantage of – which I totally agree with her by the way- but... she was clearly upset about something. And you followed her. But when you came back…”

She takes a breath.

“You looked…”

“I looked?” He asks, stomach churning.

“Heart-broken.”

“I don’t feel the same way about you. Never have. Never… never will.”

“There.” She points at his face and he bats her finger away. “Right there. That look.”

He covers his face with a groan, resting his head in his hands.

“I mean… if there would be any time to open up to me, it would definitely be after I just told you I’m a lesbian.” She snickers and he can’t resist the laugh, “Don’t tell me… you’re also gay?”

“No.” He chuckles and she smiles, leaning back. “But I am definitely going to be alone for the rest of my life.”

“I don’t believe that.” She scrunches her face as if the thought was stupid. “You’re Steve Harrington. Any girl would be fantasising about spending their life with you.”

“Not the one that matters.” He admits quietly and she straightens, her eyes wide. Steve takes a breath. “When I caught up to her…”

“Please, say something.”

“… I…” He sighs, rubbing his face. “God, I am an idiot.”

“Why?”

“I told her I loved her.” He finally blurts, wincing at the silence that ensued.

“Woah.” She comments, nodding slowly. He simply nods with her, eyes fixed on the black mark staining the wall behind her. “And I’m guessing she didn’t…”

“No.” He purses his lips, sniffing. “It’s fine, though. At least I know now, right? Won’t be… won’t be wondering that for the rest of my life.”

“She lied.”

His head whips up. “Uh, what?”

“She lied.” Robin repeats, looking serious. “I may have only just met her at the beginning of summer, but I like to think I know her. I see how she looks at you. I can even hear it in her voice when she talks about you and… and there’s a reason she hasn’t been dating anyone.”

“Because she’s still hung up about Eddie.” He sighs and she whacks his knee. “Ow!”

“No, dingus! Because she’s hung up about you!” She exclaims, “God, you are both so oblivious, it actually hurts.”

Steve rubs his knee, shaking his head. “She still likes Eddie.”

“And yet, she chose you.” Robin expresses with her hands and he frowns.

“What do you mean she chose me?”

“Because of the-” Her face falls. Either she was going to puke again or she had just realised something important because her skin started to pale a shade. “Nothing. Forget I said anything.”

“No, Robin, tell me.” He inches forward slightly, eyes wide. “Because of what?”

She bites her lips, obviously trying to hold something in.

“She told you something, didn’t she?” He interrogates, watching her face go paler from the strain of keeping a secret. “What didn’t she tell me? Robin. Robin!”

And with that, she snaps.

“You’re kinda maybe one of the reasons she and Eddie aren’t together anymore but it’s also not your fault ‘cause there was no trust between them in the end anyway, and she was never going to let your friendship die again especially since you guys apparently went through so much together last year and she’s already lost you twice because of some petty arguments or something like that so she decided to let Eddie go so she could keep you because out of everyone, you make her feel the happiest she has in a really long time.”

Robin takes a long breath as she physically deflates against the wall, chest rising heavily.

“If she ever asks… it took a lot more than that to get me to spill.” She grimaces, waiting for his reaction.

You had never told him why you and Eddie broke up. Not truly. He remembers the first time you told him, sat on a bench outside the high school, your eyes threatening tears. You told him that you think you broke Eddie’s heart, but you weren’t ready to talk then. Ever since, you just alluded to the idea that you weren’t right for eachother, that it was better for you both to be apart. Never did you admit it was because of Steve.

And now he was conflicted. How should he be feeling about this? Angry? Confused? Sad?

“How am I… the reason?” He asks softly, fixated on his shoelaces.

“I don’t know the full details.” Robin says, “But I know that she has to love you too.”

“Rob-”

“No, just listen.” She interrupts and he takes a breath, meeting her eyes. “Don’t give up. Considering all the weird shit that just happened back there, and the fact that neither of you seem at all phased by the fact we were tortured by Russians living underneath us, I can only assume that she had a lot going on. Give her time, okay? Take it from someone who has an exceptionally sad life of watching other people fall in love, you two are made for eachother.”

“Right.” Steve nods before shaking his head again. “What if she meant it? That she didn’t… what if-”

Robin lets out a groan. “Just stop being a dingus and take my advice.”

“Not sure how I feel about taking advice from someone who had a crush on Tammy Thompson.” He retorts and she looks offended.

“Wha- hey!”

“We’ll be holding on forever!” Steve imitates Kermit the Frog and she buries her face in her hands, laughing.

The bathroom door bursts open and two kids walk in, one looking severely pissed at Steve.

“Okay, what the hell?!” Dustin frowns, hands on hips.

Steve draws his eyes back to Robin’s and they burst into laughter again, uncontrollably.

“It’s not funny!” Dustin stresses, only making them laugh harder. He shoots a glare at Steve before Erica steps forward.

“Y/n is missing!” She shouts and the two finally quit their giggling.

“What?” Steve chuckles, unsure if he heard her right.

“Y/n went looking for help about twenty minutes ago.” Dustin explains, and Steve’s heart races faster. “And she hasn’t come back.”

“So we better stop chit-chatting like little girls at a sleepover and get the hell out of here before the Russians find us.” Erica remarks, rolling her eyes when nobody moves. “Now.”

“Wait.” Steve scrambles to his feet, Robin slowly but surely following his action. “Y/n-where- where did she go?”

“Her radio.” Dustin sighs, pulling a face when Steve shakes his head. “Jesus Christ, we don’t have time to explain everything to you, she went out to get her radio but she hasn’t come back.”

“Let’s go, we’ll find her later.” Erica stresses, already opening the door and motioning for them to get out.

“I’m not leaving this mall without her.” Steve promises, wiping his lip and heading for the door, more determined than ever.

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wholecakeincest · 7 days ago

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5 and 22 for ichiji, and/or sanji if you want 😋 (also curious about 16, but you dont gotta answer that one if you don't wanna 😆)

Did them all in one post just for you 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ (I’ll be putting everything after my first answer under a read more)

5 — First song that comes to mind

Unfortunately I’m not a song guy, I listen to music but I don’t think my taste is varied enough to really comment on anything (judge will be skipped gomen nesai)

Ichisan

Ichiji’s pov — IFHY Taylor the creator

Sanji’s pov — Bitch Allie X

22 — If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

Admittedly I am not a huge fanfic reader in general so I fear my answers may be totally boring haha

Sanji — I’ve only encountered in what counts as hate fic but acting as if Sanji is emotionally abusive to zoro and homophobic to him ( whatever that means) which don’t get me wrong can be appealing I certainly would right it but it’s done in a totally grating way where you can tell the person is trying to attack sanji fans/zosanner’s in general and how zoro deserves better which lol. Sanji fans do normally get it right because i feel like his writing is very easy to grasp if you don’t have personal icks towards him.

Ichiji — oh brother, there’s a reason why I don’t like reading 99% of Vinsmoke fanfiction because they are bad. I’ve ranted about this to friends before but a lot of Vinsmoke fans try and shove angst to try and seemingly ‘make up’ their lack of it which is wrong because the vinsmokes are tragic they’re quite literally robbed of free will, isolated and their only contact with people are a) their sister who hates them b) their father who’s a fascistic abuser and c) clones that once again do not have free will. But then you have fanfics like Ichiji has always hated judge and feels sorry for Sanji and I just roll my eyes and scroll, this and the amount of times I’ve had to see so called Vinsmoke fans go ‘well actually I only like the guy in my head!!!’ Please be mindful that there are ACTUAL fans of these characters like I feel crazy saying this because it’s such a wide spread attitude, but also the bottom Ichiji fics…… the bottom Ichiji fics. My greatest sin ever is wanting my favs to have good characterisation.

Okay so that got too out of hand but the things I like, well thankfully I only read vincest so Ichiji characterisation is very very good, a big fav of mine is when Ichiji does a cruel thing and then maybe does a lil action (hugging or petting the top of Sanji’s head) that seems a little sweet a good contrast to his earlier actions and I always go crazy for it

Judge — don’t really read judge fics because nobody really writes about him, bad things is well similar to my irks with a lot of Ichiji stuff, but the main thing I’ve noticed is that people just hate judge even getting a little bit of exploration like you could say judge showed sadness or was affected by Sora’s death and some person would ‘ermmm this is high key weird’ like okay whatever you’re boring, I blame oda’s writing on being incapable to write nuanced women a lot of the time for a lot of opinions around JudgeSora because the majority just cannot fathom a sweet woman like Sora marrying a demon like Judge out of love but like if we look at reality a lot of women who are sweet and kind will still stand by or date abusers! It’s not crazy to think they had some sort of loving relationship.

Something that I would like to see more hmm is maybe just exploring his relationship to his children that isn’t just straight up ‘judge is an evil abuser with zero care!’ Because that’s not true even in canon he does care about his kids! He admits he can’t kill sanji bc he does feel a paternal care towards him! It would be interesting to me but like I doubt really anybody but a few I have in mind could pull this off or even want to lol.

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

Sanji — haha there’s a reason I don’t call myself an allsan despite liking or not minding a good few Sanji ships, for me acesan and zosan are the big ones, I don’t think I’ll ever like these, like I can understand why people ship them (well I’ll be honest I don’t with acesan it really baffles me) ive read the evidence and still nothing about it is intriguing to me I can’t even dead dove these guys that’s how bad it is.

Ichiji — oh lord. I hate any non vincest ships with 124ji genuinely and truly if you’re a stranger and put that on my god honouring tl you will be blocked, but the biggest offender is ace x Ichiji (where my hatred of bottom Ichiji comes in) it’s genuinely offensive to me at this point, the middest of all mid yaois oda did me a service killing off ace all bad Ichiji characterisation comes from these shippers not a singular one has been good.

Judge — thankfully almost everyone hates the guy so I don’t have to put up with *spins my wheel* judge x Dr hog back

#tag game #okay sorry for the rant >]*~>*]!

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pariskylar · 11 days ago

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Meet The Thrombey's

September 24, 2021

“com’n baby.” Shawn begged, taking her hand.

“i can’t.” Jaz smiled down at him, kissing him on the forehead.

it’s Friday, and he was begging her to come back to bed and lay up with him today. she’d love staying under him for the rest of the week but she needs to go to work.

today was Mrs. Nana Thrombey’s birthday. Harlan was hosting a small function at his home to celebrate and Jaz was assigned with making sure everything ran smoothly and according to plan. Linda already had a caterer and decorator picked out, so all Jazlyn had to do was show them where to set up.

the function didn’t start until 5 PM, so she was allowed a later start time of 2 PM, but she was gonna be late if he kept distracting her. she refused to be the reason a 90-plus-year-old didn’t enjoy what could potentially be their last birthday.

“mm, please. i want some more of what you gave me last night.” he grinned, pulling her back down on him.

“no.” she giggled, giving him a quick kiss standing up from his lap. “i gotta go to work.”

she went over to her closet grabbing her shoes.

“you wearing that to work?” he asked, stretching out and laying down in her bed.

straightened up closing the door to her closet, looking her fit over in the mirror behind it. Linda told her it would be a lax day, so she didn’t have to dress too professional, casual is what she was told. she opted for a white v-neck and blue slacks—something comfortable but still professional. she didn’t see anything wrong with what she was wearing.

“what’s wrong with it?” she tried seeing what he saw.

“you’re going to work, don’t you think it’s a bit…revealing?”

“how?”

“turn to me,” he instructed, and she did. “now bend over like you finna sign something.” she obliged

“see, your titties almost out.”

she looked down to see her chest barely moved an inch.

“Shawn, i need you to be for real, right now.”

“i’m serious, i don’t want everyone seeing my favorite twins.”

smacking her lips, she went back in her closet picking out a new top. she didn’t feel like arguing. they had a great night last night and a good day today; she just wanted their streak to continue.

“better?” she turned to him with her button up on.

“i can see the bra.”

“you pushing it!” she warned him, going back to her closet looking for something to wear on top of the shirt.

landing the blue swirled sweater, Ash got her for Christmas and pulling it on careful not to mess up her hair or makeup. she turned back to him, silently asking if he was satisfied. he shot her a double thumbs up.

she could only be slightly annoyed. she knew how jealous he was, especially when it came to her physical appearance. he hated her wearing anything remotely revealing. when they got serious, most of her mini-skirts, tank tops, and really any fitted clothes got taken out of her daily wardrobe and reserved for his eyes only. which she was ok with it and grew to like the more loose-fitted clothes; they were far more comfortable.

taking a seat next to him, she pulled her work shoes from under her bed and the questions came flowing in.

“how long are you gonna be gone?” he asked as she pulled her shoes

“i don’t know.” she shrugged, tying one.

“how you don’t know?” he asked as she finished tying the other.

“i just don't.” she stood up, walking back over to her mirror.

he ranted about something, but she ignored him—looking herself over—making sure she looked presentable. her makeup was done and her outfit was ok all she had to do was take off the band she had on to melt her lace.

she felt a pillow hit her on the back of her leg. scoffing, she turned back to him, because he had to have lost his mind.

“i’m talking to you.”

“you gon be talking to God in a few minutes.” she rolled her eyes turning back to her mirror taking off her band.

she checked her wig, making sure the lace was melted. she grabbed her work bag from her desk chair. going over and grabbing Shawn’s chin, pulling him up into a kiss.

“i’ll see you later, love you.” she left the room, not waiting for his response.

she grabbed her keys from the side table near the door, off to work.

pulling up to the estate there was an unusual amount of cars parked outside, and she knew it was gonna be a long day. sighing she grabbed her bag and went straight into the house.

she stepped into the office to sign in, only to see it was vacant.

what the hell?

walking around the home--checking the usual spots--looking for someone but came up empty.

walking past the downstairs study there was a bit of clamor seeping out. cracking the door to see it was shockingly packed full of people. she went to duck out but was spotted before she could.

“Jasmine, hi.” Linda greeted her.

“hi, Mrs. Drysdale.” she forced a smile back, tired of correcting her name to this family.

pushing the door fully open she actually stepped into the room.

“um, do you know where Mr. Thrombey is?” she asked.

“yeah, he’s in his upstairs study.”

“thanks” she went to leave when Linda called her back.

“wait, you have to meet the family.”

turning back she stood in front of all Harlan's immediate family. as Linda introduce her to everyone she received judging looks. standing there she felt like an animal at the zoo, put on display. the only thing she could do was stand there and fake a smile.

"and this is Harlan's assistant, Jasmine R-Reed? Reed, right?"

"yes, ma'am." she nodded

"i'm so sorry, that's such a difficult name to remember." Linda said faux sweetly.

"it's just like the reed of an instrument." she tossed back with an illy sweet tone.

"hmm." Linda gave one of the most phoniest of smiles.

“well, it was nice to meet-” she was cut off by the most irritating voice on the planet.

“Jasmine.” he walked past her, taking a seat next to his mom. "you’re always here.”

she fought the urge to roll her eyes

“she works here.” Harlan’s granddaughter bit back.

“not talking to you.”

“i assume you've met Ransom.” Linda stated to her.

“yes, ma’am.” she couldn’t even fake a smile towards that nuisance, “but, i really need to go clock in. it was nice to meet everyone, and it was nice to see you again, Mrs. Drysdale.”

“not ecstatic to see me, Jazzy?" he asked, wanting to get a reaction from her.

“it’s always a...pleasure to see you.” she forced out, gritting her teeth.

storming out the room she went upstairs to look for the office. busting into multiple rooms but was still unable to find it. walking up another set of stairs that led to a short hall and another bedroom. growing frustrated and confused, she pulled out her phone and texted Marta.

Marta :)

where’s everyone??

waiting for a reply, she observed the artwork on the walls. she loved this man’s work, but gosh he seemed like a mad person. everything was so obtrusive and creepy. being surrounded by those images felt like multiple sets of eyes were hawking over her.

“Jaz?” Fran walked out of a wall scaring the shit out of her

“ah, fuck!” she chunked her phone in her general direction.

“woah.” she stepped back, avoiding getting hit with an electrical brick.

“oh my gosh, where did you come from.”

“the study.” she said, like it was the most obvious answer. “it’s a trick wall.”

“oh.” she followed Fran into the wall.

she was led up to an mundanely ostentatious study. it fit perfectly with the rest of the home but was vastly different. it was a warm room that reminded her of her granny’s home, but pretentious enough to remind her where she was. just like the majority of the home, it had absurd artwork. but they didn't take away from the inviting ambiance. there was a plethora of books stored around the room and arching over one of the couches.

“you’re late.” Harlan actually spoke to her, handing her her timesheet.

she was shocked.

“um, yeah. i didn’t know where to go.” she fiddled in her work bag grabbing a pen out.

“Linda said she’d tell you.”

“she did but she introduced me to your family first, then i got lost finding the study." she signed the timesheet and handed it back.

“the decorator will be here at 3 PM sharp and the caterers will be here at 4:30." she informed him off the top of her head.

“ok. you can lounge around here with the other two until the decorators and caterers come.”

she didn't wanna sit anywhere in there. everything looked so expensive and fragile.

"we're playing Texas Hold Em" Marta said shuffling the deck of cards.

"um, i'll pass. i'm gonna go down and answer some emails."

she left taking off downstairs. on the porch she sat down with no plans of actually doing any type of work. she pulled out the light blanket Shawn's grandmother knitted her, settling on the porch and wrapping it around herself. she took out the work laptop and iPad setting it up so she could at least look busy.

connecting her headphones to her personal phone, opening TikTok. after thirty minutes of scrolling and giggling her work phone dinged with a message

(857) - 000- 0000 Hello, this is Terra. I was meant to decorate for Mrs. Nana Thrombey’s birthday party. Unfortunately I will not be able to today. P.S. just a reminder that the deposit is non-refundable. X

what the fuck?! she had all day to tell her she wouldn't make it, but waited til the last minute.

checking the time and it was 3:12. the caterers would be here in hour and eighteen minutes, leaving just under an hour to find a new decorator.

she took three deep breaths before storming back inside stepping into the downstairs study.

"um, excuse me Mrs. Drysdale." she gained her attention. "may i speak to you in the hall?"

leading the way her anxiety began to pick up. she knew it wasn't her fault but guilt was hanging over her.

"yes?" Linda asked clearly in a bad mood.

"the decorator canceled like two minutes ago."

"she canceled?"

"yes, ma'am."

Linda huffed tossing her head back.

"just checking to see what you'd like for me to do."

"i don't know, can you find someone else to do it or like do it yourself. it's your job to figure these type of things out." she said making her way back into the study.

clinching her teeth she tried calming down. reminding herself this was a well paying job and she needed it. stepping back outside she grabbed her personal phone, trying to find someone who could possibly help her. her first instinct was to call Tia, but she was at work and she hated bothering people while they were working.

taking another deep breath, she nutted up and decided to do this on her own. hopping in the car she zoomed off the property and asked Siri to pull up the closest party supply store.

pulling into the parking lot of a Party City her phone dinged with a text message, ignoring it rushing into the store. raiding the store they had nothing that was blue, white or silver, nor did they have anything appropriate for a ninety-plus year old.

two Party Citys later she was still s.o.l

bolting out the store, still annoyed and stressed. getting back in the car she was on the verge of tears. as she was driving to the next Party City her phone rang with a group facetime. pulling up to the red light she answered the call.

"hey, y'all" she sighed

they all exchanged greetings.

"hey, Lady. where you headed to?" Zari asked leaving a building

"to the fourth party supply store, the decorator i hired canceled last minute." she made a right turn.

"really?" Ash asked, in the back of a car, taking her hair out a ponytail.

"why didn't you call me? i could've asked to leave early and came and help." Tia asked taking her apron off.

that's the last thing she wanted. not just because she knew her and Hugh under the same roof would be a shit show, but also she knew Tia would come. Tia would drop anything to help Jazlyn even if it interfered with her own work.

"i know, but you gotta work. you can't always be captain save a bitch."

"if we not there for each other then who gonna be?" she asked grabbing her keys. "give me the address and i'll come and help."

"i really appreciate the offer but i'd feel terrible for having you leave early. i got it, i swear." Jazlyn reassured her bestfriend. "so where are y'all off to?" she changed the topic, hoping to distract her,

"home." Z said getting in the back of a car.

"i have to go get Kiara's shoes from the boutique. ohmygosh they are the sexiest heels i ever seen." Ash explained feigning passing out. "so you know how i'm normally like anything over six inches is tacky."

she went on rambling about a seven inch midnight black stiletto pump that she could only fantasize about strutting in. tossing out a wish that Kiara would ask her to break them in.

Jazlyn pulled up to a random rundown store called 'Party Circuit'. it was obviously an old abandoned warehouse that was turned into a party supply store. the sign out of the store was barely even one, it was a white banner with the name sprayed on with black spray paint.

taking a deep breath she reluctantly got out the car. this isn't her first time going to a janky store like this, but this wasn't a neighborhood she been to before. she was terrified of getting snatched up and sold.

putting her headphone in. she silently prayed that this store would have everything she'd need to get this decorating shit together. she gripped the mace on her keychain while stepping inside the store.

"um, excuse me? do you guys have any blue, white and/or silver decorations?" she asked the brown man standing behind the counter.

he silently stood up from where he was sitting and grabbed a basket walking down a random isle. following behind him as he tossed random things in the basket, her palms were sweating. he was tall and broad, it was mad intimidating.

after two and a half minutes of them going down isles and her friends conversing in her ear, they made their way back to the counter. he rung her up as she tuned back into the conversation. they were reminiscing about the party Jaz threw for their last day together before going off to college. that was the only other time Jaz had been in charge of decorating and to say the whole thing was a mess would be an understatement. all the colors were slightly off, the banners were uneven and choppy and she blew the balloons up by mouth in stead of with helium--so they were stuck to the floor the whole time.

"i know better now, ok." she defended herself.

"$51.72" he told her

that's it?

she paid and thanked him for all the help.

"lemme hurry back before the caterers get there." she stuffed everything in the car.

getting in she told them she'd call them later. putting the Thrombey address into the GPS she made her way back.

pulling back up, Walt was standing on the porch looking down at his phone.

“um, hi. could you give me a hand?” she asked out the window, but he just pretended he didn't hear her and made his way back inside.

she sighed going to unpack everything from the car.

"ignore Uncle Walt." a voice said from behind her, scaring her near shitless.

turning, Meg stood there giggling around a vape.

"sorry." she stuffed the USB in her pocket. "need help?"

"yes, please." Jaz handed Meg the trash bag of balloons and she took the rest of the items.

"so, how's it been working for my grand dad?"

"um, it's been fine."

she wasn't gonna tell her boss' granddaughter she hated working here, but did it for the bag. making their way inside, they went to the den.

"thanks for your help." she took the bag from Meg.

"of course." she stepped out going back outside.

looking around she started to mentally decorate.

the banner can go above the fireplace and the present table can go in the corner by the window. streamers only in the den and all the balloons in the dining room.

her thoughts were interrupted by the person she disliked the most.

"Jazzy, where's the food." Hugh stepped in.

ignoring him, she began to enact her plan. dragging the coffee table to the corner and placing the gifts ontop of it. cracking open the birthday banner and attempting to climb the fireplace to hang it.

she wore the wrong shoes for this.

"do y'all got a ladder?" she asked but turned to see no one there.

great.

sighing she went back up to the upstairs-in-wall study. everyone was sat around a table in front of Mr. Thrombey, playing a card game, enjoying their time together. she hated that she'd have to interrupt them.

knocking on the wall gaining everyone's attention.

"um, hi. where do you guys keep your ladder?"

"ladder?" Mr. Thrombey asked side eying her

"yes, sir." she nodded causing further confusion. "the decorator canceled and i have to hang this banner." she further explained and his face softened.

"it's in the shed."

"where's the shed?"

"i can show you." Marta offered

"no, it's fine. i don't wanna cut you guys' game short."

"they should go and help you, they need to earn a paycheck any way." he said getting exasperated looks from the two.

"we earn a paycheck, dealing with your shit all the time." Marta shot back getting a proud smiled from the geezer. "but, we'd be more than happy to help." she turned her attention back to Jaz.

"i couldn't ask you to-."

"we want to." Fran stood from the floor, helping Marta up.

"see you later, sore loser." Marta gently pat Harlan on the shoulder.

Fran led the way out the room and down to the backyard, where an old decaying shed sat.

they rich and can't maintain the upkeep of a shed?

Fran swiped a tool box, while Marta and Jazlyn struggled with the seven foot ladder.

as they were dragging the ladder to the home, Meg popped out of nowhere again. the trio rambled around her, about something she wasn't really paying attention to. there was one mission on her mind, get this big ass ladder in the house, hang the banner up and finish decorating.

three sweaty minutes later they had the ladder set up in the living room.

"thanks, i got it from here." she told them climbing the ladder with the hammer and nails in hand.

"you sure?" Marta asked

"mhmm." she nodded nailing one side of the banner to the wall.

"i'd feel terrible leaving you to do all this by yourself."

"honestly" she hammered the other side "it's not that much of a hassle- is it even?" she asked them taking a seat on the ladder.

receiving three thumbs up, she got down.

"thanks."

Marta was still reluctant with leaving her by herself, but she reassured her that she was fine and the trio was off to do whatever while she did her job.

tearing into the streamers she twisted a blue and white one together before tacking it to the wall. continuing that until every wall in the room had three sets.

pulling out one of the phones 4:19 PM read the screen.

they should've been here.

out on the front porch, Walt was back out there.

she went to ring the caterer but a bread van that read Carrie's Catering pulled up.

exasperation fill her, at the shit show this day was turning into. everything was going off the rails. stepping down to greet the caterer, she swore to stop complaining about her easier days.

"hello." she greeted the mid-age white woman.

"hi, sorry i'm late. traffic." the caterer quickly explained, unpacking the van onto a silver rolling cart.

"no, yeah it's fine. do you need any help?" Jazlyn offered.

"no, ma'am, but if you could show me where to set up." she rolled the cart over to the steps.

by some crazy feat, 'Carrie' got the cart up the steps without spilling anything. Jazlyn showed her the kitchen and where to set up shop.

"thank you, i'll be ready to serve in around... twenty minutes." she preheated the oven.

"perfect."

that gave her enough time to setup everything and finally catch a break. in the dining room she released the balloons letting them float to the ceiling.

"you have one job and you suck at it. where's the food?" Hugh complained.

"you're being a pain in the ass." she let slipped, while spreading some of the balloons out.

"well if i had a plate of food i wouldn't be here bitching at you."

"you'd find a reason," she had it set up how she envisioned it "because if you cared you would've checked the kitchen and saw the caterer in there."

"finally, you're doing something right." he went to leave, not before taking two balloons and popping them.

"you bastard." she said to him as he left, getting two middle fingers in response.

she took a seat at the table and captured a picture of the balloons, sending it to the group chat.

Core Four 👯‍♀️👯‍♀️

see ik what im doing

Zari 🪐 u did alright, kid

Tia 🫧 and make sure u bring home food i'm tired of these fuck ass leftovers

Ash 👒 where's the rest???

off to the den she took a picture of the arrangement, sending it off. going to the downstairs study she informed the Thrombey's that the den was together for them and dinner would be ready in twelve.

going back to Harlan's upstairs study, she saw he was there by himself.

"um, Mr. Thrombey. dinner will be ready in eleven."

"did you get the decorations done?"

"yes, sir."

"thank you." he nodded at her.

"mhmm." headed towards the exit, Harlan stopped her with a question.

"wanna play checkers?"

"ha ha, queen me!" she sang dancing in her seat

"ugh," he groaned "such a simple game and i suck."

"well, you are playing against the five time 'Reed Family Checkers' champ." she bragged.

"impressive." he mocked putting another black checker piece on top of her, now, queen.

they had been up in his study for thirty minutes playing checkers and talking. they chatted about what got them both into writing (he thought she was just kissing his ass with her answer), her main goals as a writer, and they even touched a bit on their upbringing's. once the curtain was slightly pulled back she found he wasn't as big of an asshole as she thought he was. as they poked and joked at each other she found his sense of humor quite appealing.

"make fun, but who's losing their third game in the row?" she returned the teasing when Fran stepped in with a plate of food and Marta and Meg trailing behind.

"Harlan, here's something for you to eat."

"thanks, i needed an excuse to stop the embarrassment." he took the food tossing a playful squint to Jaz.

"um, i'm gonna go down and see how everything's going." she packed up the checker pieces and board.

Marta took a seat next to Harlan. they began 'whispering' to each other and she started ear hustling.

"so you took my advice and gave her a chance?" Marta observed.

"yes."

"and?"

"she's not that bad. a bit funny. seems like she's got a good head on her shoulders."

"see, you were icing her out for nothing."

once all the pieces were away and the box was closed, she stood up putting it back where Harlan got it from.

"we'll just call this one a draw." she taunted on her way out.

he took a sharp bite of the chicken breast on the fork. giggling she made her way do to the dining room to see everyone sitting around the table eating.

"um, how is everything?" she asked receiving nods from everyone, but Hugh who just stared daggers at her. "that's good to hear."

going towards the dining room she heard a set of foot steps following her.

"you should be fired, that food fucking sucks." Hugh said

"one, i didn't cook it; two, your mom chose this caterer." she went over to where the food was sat taking a peek.

it was grilled chicken, broccoli, glazed carrots and mashed potatoes.

they payed $500 for this? what a waste of money. but hey charge your worth, i guess.

"you should still get fired, for that ugly ass sweater alone." he shot at her

the fuck?

"well, you're one to talk with that tight ass sweater vest." she bit back, closing the food.

"tight?"

"one deep breath and you turn into the incredible hulk." she went to the fridge grabbing a bottle of water.

"so funny." he snatched the bottle from her, leaving the kitchen.

"rude mother fucker." she grabbed another bottle going and taking a seat in the foyer.

loaded her new book of the week on her phone. it was the second book of the Brown Sisters series, Take a Hint, Dani Brown. she was on the last chapter and completely swooning.

the next forty minutes was spent finishing the book, blushing. on her Barnes & Noble account she went to buy the third book of the series, but as if God was testing her patients, Hugh came over to bother her.

"i wish i could get paid to sit on my ass all day."

"you're unemployed." she added the book to the cart.

"who told you that?" he asked defensive.

she didn't know he was unemployed, just made an assumption. she must've been right and struck a nerve. lowering the phone she wanted to have fun.

"are you employed?" she looked up at him with a shit eating grin.

he was quite.

"poor baby, still depending on mommy and daddy."

he clinched his jaw with tinted cheeks and rage in his eyes.

"i can get a job if i want."

"mhmm, i bet."

"why work when i'm an heir."

"you're right, why be independent when mommy still has the tit in your mouth." she leaned back in her seat watching him basically stew in his own anger.

"i am not sucking on my mom's tit." he argued back.

"haha what?" Joni walked in on the tail end of the conversation.

"nothing." he waved her off.

"Ransom, we're about to sing happy birthday to Nana." she told Hugh before walking off, still giggling at the previous conversation.

"yeah, Ransom, go be a good little boy and sit on granny's lap to sing happy birthday."

"it's Hugh."

"sure, Ransom."

she's pretty sure he would punch her if he could. his eye twitch and he was basically shaking.

"bye, Randy." she waved at him.

he closed his eyes taking deep shaky breaths and walking off. smiling she went back to her phone purchasing her book. nuzzling into the seat she started her new reading.

#ransom drysdale x black!reader #ransom drysdale fic #hugh ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale #knives out #chris evans x black!oc #chris evans x black!reader #chris evans

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astraystayyh · 3 months ago

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hi sahar! you're one of the most thoughtful and compassionate people i know in this site :)) so, i have a question for you related to that. this might be a strange thing to ask, but i'm genuinely curious because i'm having a hard time with it.

how to sympathize and empathize with others? i feel like everytime i see someone struggle, the first thing that comes out of mind is every dismissive things ever (something like 'i've been there, i had it worse, it's nothing serious').

I just can't imagine and feel how hard it is for them because i've been programmed to stay strong. i can't deny that my automatic thoughts always see others as weak and whiners. i know it's not right, but i'm not used to the other ways (and I don't know how to! 😖). i hate myself for this.

when i reminded myself that everyone handle things differently and tried to say/do something nice to them, idk what to do.

i'm used to handle everything by myself. my parents never complimented me or comforted me. so what i know to say is just things like "i'm sorry you experienced that, but you gotta find a way out." and it doesn't feel right and robotic to say that :(

do you have any thoughts on this? i genuinely want to change and any inputs would be helpful! (but please just do it if you're comfortable! no pressure!)

thanks a lot, sahar!

hii my love <3 i’m very happy you think i’m thoughtful 🥹 that actually warms my heart a lot so thank you for your kind words ❤️

okay i sat down for a long time thinking of this. i want to say that our reactions to things are very often a byproduct of everything we went through and especially our upbringing, and it’s most of the times things that are out of our control. so, you trying to find ways to change this and sympathize better with people is very good, and i’m proud of you for it 🤍

now, logical advice isn’t always bad, it often depends on the situation. sometimes your friend needs to hear a bit of “tough love” to snap out of a toxic mindset or situation. still, based on what you said, it feels like when someone comes to you, your brain views it as a comparison of some sorts, that you’ve had it harder, etc, and thus that this situation would impact you less and then you give off advice based on what you’d feel like in their shoes.

i believe that most of the times when we talk to a friend we are more-so looking for someone who will listen to us, than someone who will give us life changing advice. taking the time to listen to the other person, really listen, is the first step to empathize with them. don’t view the situation from your lens and compare it to how you’d feel in it, take a few seconds to distance yourself from this comparison and rather listen to their feelings and try to base your reaction off of it.

if someone tells you a situation feels like death to them then it feels like death. period. it’s no use trying to rationalize their feelings or belittling them based on what you went through. just try to think of when you felt like death too, even if the situations are widely different, so you’d understand their feelings more.

for instance, me and my friend went through a breakup at the same time. mine was objectively far far far more traumatic and hers was mutual and the relationship was very short anyways. still, when she ranted to me about her heartbreak, i just listened to her and gave her space to express her feelings. i dont always know what to say to people, i dont always have good advice, but even saying something like “i’m sorry you went through this, it must be hard for you, im proud of you…” goes a long way.

i feel like us humans only crave a bit of reassurance. at the end of the day no one would fix your problems but yourself, still, having someone who’d listen to you is so so valuable. if you create a judgement free zone for your friends and people you care about, where they can vent and lighten up some of their load, then, even if you don’t know what to say, that will still means a lot to them.

i think it’s also important to remind ourselves that what would feel like jumping over three stairs for me would feel like three flights to someone else. that doesn’t mean they’re automatically weak, what shapes us is what we’ve been through in our lives, and someone who hasn’t been through certain experiences would feel more deeply about things we may find futile. i know it’s incredibly hard to rewire your brain and again i’m so proud of you for even acknowledging that you don’t like this and that you’d like to change it,, i hope this would help you just a little bit 🥹 thank you for trusting me with this ❤️

also i hope you know that there is strength in moments of weakness too. if we were made to never falter and always remain strong then we wouldn’t have a heart that feels this much. you deserve comfort as much as anyone else and i hope you’ll always find it, in yourself first and foremost ❤️

#sahar's.asks <3

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sadie-bug345 · 1 year ago

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could you do the gang at school please? (including the ones who graduated or dropped out haha)

yessss!! i did one similar to this already…

BUT I WILL ADD ON cause there have been some newer hcs i would give the greasers🫶🫶

ponyboy:

probably unironically eats lunch in the english teachers classroom or smth

but don’t get me wrong he isn’t a teachers pet by any means

considering how he mentioned how he’s like one of the only greasers in his classes cause my guy is an honor student🫶🤌, i think he feels left out a good amount

like he dreads group projects cause either there’s no friends in his class to choose to be on his group

or he hates it whenever the teacher picks groups themself and throws pony in a really awkward situation with a bunch of socs

gives middle to front row student

WILL HIT THE DEEPEST SIGH when the teacher says there’s homework

lile EVERYONE HEARS IT ITS SO FUNNY

he’s so put out lmaooo🫶

sodapop:

just there for the giggles

honestly there’s a good amt of kids in my classes that come to mind for this

its just hard to describe like similar to two bit he genuinely likes school cause friends yk

but some days for him just feel like they go on for YEARS AND YEARS

gets the most bored when it’s finals week and there’s like zero talking during classes

johnny:

i think just cause he’s the quietest of the group we forget he’s still like a 16 year old boy??

like he’s still a menace sorry

but he’s more aware of his actions compared to dally or two but definitely

he still a part of the rowdy group of greasers who yell when they pull up to rumbles and stuff

hes just a lot quieter in comparison to someone like two or steve

just the type to not talk to you unless you talk to him first but once you kinda get that friendship going in class it’s a bunch of fun

other than that just chills ngl

darry:

idk why it’s so hard to picture my guy in school like what is this😭😭

i think it’s just cause se hinton really set in stone how darry truly is young, like 20 YEAR OLDS ARE NOT SUPER MATURE GUYS THEY ARE NOT OLDIES

they probably make some of the dumbest decisions

but darry can’t afford to make those carefree mistakes cause he doesn’t have people to scold him about it but then help him get back up

dally acts more like a 20 year old than darry does and the only reason dally can make those decisions is cause he doesn’t think there’s people depending on him like there are for darry

anyways rant👹🤷‍♂️😐

dally:

whenever he sees his ex sylvia walking in the halls holding hands with another guy he gives them the worst side eye glare dirty look IMAGINABLE

either that or he totally avoids eye contact like just tryna act like people don’t get to him

i feel like he genuinely wouldn’t be popular

like yes matt dillon is FIIIIIINEEEE but looks arent everything to popularity

you gotta be willing to actually talk to people you think are cool

and when it takes short of a world war to get dallas to let his guard down, his circle is small

he def does have a reputation but i wouldn’t think he’s walking different friends to class every passing period

he just sticks to the same people cause that’s comfortable and he thinks that’s the only thing in his life that is stable🫡

two-bit:

i think we underestimate how much of A SUPER DUPER SENIOR TWO IS

LIKE 18 AND A HALF AND STILL A JUNIOR IS WILD

so when i tell you teachers either love him cause he been on campus for FOREVER now

or they absolutely despise him

i think in general teachers do like him cause he the typa guy that teachers use as an example of what not to do😟😭

definitely would eat lunch in his favorite teachers classroom and write the goofiest stuff on the chalkboards

steve:

it is so hard to hc steve omg

like i know my guy has nuances we don’t know about

but considering pony’s a little bitch and only rats on him for like half his description in the book

i think he just chills w soda yk

like they are suchhh a package deal

and it’s mutual

but steve’s the loudest of the gang, apart from two

whenever there’s like a get to know you thing in class he just says he likes cars like no other fact abt him is shared in front of the class LMAO

ANYWAYS TYSM FOR REQUESTINGGG🫶🫶

#the outsiders #dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #the outsiders sodapop #darry curtis #steve randle #two bit mathews #matt dillon #sodapop curtis

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carmenberzattosgf · 5 months ago

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Hi, precious Olive, me again. And I came to ramble a bit, hope it's ok. <3

So! I had such a weird Carmy thought recently and I feel such a bad need to share it with the masses bc I have this theory/headcanon in my head on this matter idk.

I already mentioned at some point that I have a BIG FLUFFY dog, but I also have two cats so.....if I move, they come with me, y'know?

And recently, out of nowhere really (seriously, idk where this came from) a thought possessed me. Given my fluffy children situation, if Carmy asked me to move in with him (I'm delusional???), I'd obviously have to take my children with me. And like— what are our thoughts here? Bc I personally feel like he'd have a hard time sharing his space with them, yk what I mean? Especially with Bella (my dog) bc she requires a lot of attention and obviously morning/evening walks. And the whole pet owning thing requires a lot of time in general, obviously. So I feel like, in some way, he'd be a bit hesitant about it.

Wanna hear your thoughts on this, like what is the vibe here in your opinion?

Also sorry about that score on your test/exam. Hope you know you tried your best, you're soooo smart like I personally don't know shit about chemistry and all that stuff so to me you're like — the smartest person alive.

(if anyone has their own thoughts after seeing this rant, PLEASE share? If Olive is ok with it, ofc, it's your page, love, duh.)

— 🦫

Hello to you my precious 🦫 anon! Pls ramble any time I love it when my anons ramble.

Okay okay so I have thoughts and ideas. One I think Carmy likes dogs for sure! He just doesn’t have the time and energy for them. Now cats… I think he would like them if he was around a sweet one for an extended period of time. He’s just hesitant with cats.

Now okay about moving in with him and said animals. I think it would depend on the size of his apartment? But honestly one dog and two cats wouldn’t take up the most space ever. I think his main concern would be having pet hair on him all the time? But I think he would eventually get over it. I gotta be fr I think he would HATE litter boxes. He would buy one of those stupid expensive litter robot things. That would be his one thing that he would have to have before letting cats in his apartment.

All and all though, I don’t think he would mind pets as long as you take the most care of them. Like of course he’ll let them out and feed them if you’re not home, but bros at the restaurant too much to completely care for a high maintenance animal.

( about the test, it’s all good now bc I made a B! However I was literally at a 79.78 which barely rounded up to a B so I made it by the SKIN of my teeth)

#🦫

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cxnnibxl-vxl · 7 months ago

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*THE ORIGINAL ANOMALY EFFECT*

words: 1.6k

All of this for a kid..a kid who didn't know what he was doing. Who could blame him? He. He did. Tremendously. And now we all had to suffer the consequences for his damn actions...

PROLOGUE: DAY ZERO

There’s always a calm, before the storm..

“Meow, meow, meow!! That’s all I ever fucking hear from you-!!” “I’m gonna blow you up!!”

Nat and Theo bickered and bickered, as usual of course. But they’re children, what can you do? Laz kept a silent watch, trying to converse with her loser boyfriend(?, they didn't know themselves.) But he was just ranting on the pillar about something, yet she still listened. The only other trusted adult for the two wasn’t on duty for the day, so Laz was stuck babysitting, in a way. They could manage themselves, but then again teenagers are gonna be teenagers, stupid. Ben was there, but kids weren’t his strong suit and they were mean. At least he thought so.

Things were calm, as calm as the Spider-Society could be that is. Everyone was a bit antsy when the whole “Spot” thing was announced as a threat, understandably so for some, who wouldn’t when an interdimensional being had the possibility of disrupting the canon of your universe and destroying it entirely? But Miguel makes everything a threat when sometimes it isn't, so they don’t think too hard about it. “He can be a bit of a primadonna” is a very common accusation on Theo’s part, and he wasn’t entirely wrong, but he also used it for just about anything Miguel would make a fuss over, so it was a bit overused. Miguel thinks the whole “fate of the multiverse” is in his hands, so you can’t blame him. Kinda.

It was smooth sailing until the sound of clunky boots, zippers, and pins rattling approached the 4 of them, but only really caught the attention of 2. Chaos incarnate had arrived. The bickering traveled to the spider with the guitar, giving Laz some peace of mind.

“Whatcha doin’, where ya goin’, can we come?” Nat went to his left, “Please? We’re bored.” Theo is on his right. They tried to keep pace with Hobie as he sped past them, something was on his mind for sure.

“No, no’ t’is time tots, gotta sit t’is one out.” Hobie kept walking along, his eyes on his watch, leaving the two teenagers behind and confused. “Boo, you whore!” Nat called out in a whining tone, both slowly falling to stop as they watched him walk off. “What’s wrong with him??” Theo muttered, a little pissy about being blown off so quickly. No explanation either, what a dick. Nat shrugs, also kinda pissed, but also worried. It was out of character for Hobie, usually he would immediately accept, but no. Not this time. Weird.

“Maybe he finally realized how annoying you two are.” Ben raises his head from the pillar he was moping on, having a stupid smirk on his face. Laz lightly hit his side but chuckled at his comment. “What’s annoying is how sloppy your roots are, you’re not a real blonde and it’s more obvious than you think. I have no idea how you have twice the brain cells than the average basic bitch but still refuse to use a quarter of them.” Theo was quick to insult. It was a little deserved, and maybe it’d motivate Ben to re-dye his roots… he wasn’t fooling anyone. Ben’s smirk immediately faded away, his brows furrowed, and he muttered something under his breath before he moved his head back to its normal position. “Speak up white boy!!” Theo taunted, merciless little shit.

“Okay ya! That’s enough from you, I’m sure it’s just something that doesn’t necessarily involve you.” Laz butted in, always trying to defend her poor sad sack of a man, but silently agreeing to Ben’s comment. She wouldn’t blame Hobie, having spent more time with the kids was a hassle, especially having them outside of the society, barging into her dimension whenever they wanted, doing whatever they wanted. It was a handful, but at least there was company for once at her place.

More time passed, the hum of other Spider-People passing along, hearing bits of their conversations. It was calm, as calm as it could be. Portals opened left and right, different spiders from different dimensions, some not even their own. Some were clocking in, out, or returning from missions they’d been sent on. It didn’t take long until a big group of spiders headed in one direction, all followed by Jess. No one thought much of it until Jess approached the group of 4 that were totally on patrol.

“Laz, you’re with me, we’ve got a quantum hole in 50101.” Jess directed. Laz got out of her relaxed daze, getting up and putting her goggles and mask on, Nat’s eyes widened at the earth number, immediately recognizing it “That’s Pav’s..” Nat muttered to Theo, her worry now striking up. Her mind went back to Hobie, he knew something, he must’ve. “Shit, you’re right..” Theo mumbled out, sounding a little panicked. “Wait, what about me?” Ben stood up straight, his brows furrowed in confusion as he held onto his mask. “You’re out on this one, you can stay and bond with the kids.” Jess waved him off as she waited for Laz to finish suiting up. Ben's eyes widened and his jaw slightly dropped out of disbelief, stammering to find a reason to go with them. Laz finished adjusting her gloves and walked up to Jess to get going “Oh you’ll live.” She patted Ben’s back reassuringly. “You two behave, I won’t be out long, right?” Laz looked at Jess for confirmation, but she got none, just a slightly impatient stare, Laz’s body got tense. “Just stay out of trouble.” The portal opened behind the group of spiders and they all went in immediately. Laz quickly looked back and gave them a quick thumbs up before entering herself, the portal closing quickly as it opened.

“Yeah, that’s not happening. Have fun on your own, edge lord..” Theo quipped before grabbing Nat by the arm and walking away, Ben wasn’t his favorite to be around, so the immediate aversion to being left in his care made sense. Ben didn’t get a chance to speak before they quipped away, he grumbled under his breath, now leaning his back against the pillar with his arms crossed, all by his lonesome, poor Ben. “What do you think happened?” Nat brought back the topic of Pav’s earth, strolling behind Theo. “Were you not listening? Jess said quantum hole. That’s a broken canon.” Nat scoffed and started catching up until she was next to him. “Obviously, but how?? Well yeah broken canon, but in Pav’s? What could’ve possibly happened ?? Nat retorted. “If you’re worried about it, ask Miguel or something, I’d say it has something to do with that dimension hopper everyone’s been nervy about.” Theo shot back, he had his suspicions on what might’ve caused it, the spot being the biggest, but he didn’t have the balls to go ask Miguel about it. He already got himself in something he shouldn’t have already, so he knew he wouldn’t get any more than a don’t worry about it. “Maybe…do you think we should go check it out? ” Nat hesitantly asked, looking down at her watch. She would ask Miguel, but his behavior has also been off for a couple of days now, I mean yeah he’s always had that gruff attitude, but it’s a little worse than normal. So as much as her conscience poked at her, she didn’t wanna bother him and kept quiet around him.

“Fuck no?? If Jess swung by and only picked up Laz then we’re most definitely not allowed. We’d also be entirely screwed if we got caught.” Theo waved off the risky suggestion. There was no way either of them would make it out of there without an hour-long lecture about not listening and disregarding their safety by making stupid decisions. ”We’ve done it before, why is it different now, huh?” “The difference is those dimensions weren’t in an active collapse, Nat?!” Nat scoffed again. “Whatever, I just don’t wanna think about it anymore..” “Man, you suck at admitting I’m right about things.” Nat shot her head at Theo, her eyes widened. “I am NOT, you’re just not being fun!” She hit his shoulder with the back of her hand. “Right, right, my bad. Sorry, I’m not agreeing to go into a collapsing dimension with you.” Nat rolled her eyes at his sarcastic reply. “Whatever..” She repeated, reluctantly accepting defeat, but the thought was still in the back of her mind, worry still lingering in her body.

EARTH: 50101…

Laz and the others landed on the broken bridge, opening the door to the bright light of Mumbattan. They all quickly disperse themselves. “Ok guys, secure the area, clear all the civilians, and let’s contain this quantum hole,” Jess called out as they were set. Laz took a small glance, curious about what looked like another younger Spider-Man. She’d never seen him before, but in her defense, it's a big society, hard to keep track of every person you interact with within 2 years. She then caught a look at Hobie, he glanced at her back but quickly looked away, now baffled at the situation, multiple questions in her head, desired to be answered. But she stopped herself and moved her way to the edge.

“Oh, that’s not…” She muttered, taking in the sight of the colorful glitching mess being drowned by a cold dark abyss, slowly spreading like a disease, withering away at the unfortunate host that was Earth-50101. She looked to her right, seeing Pav’s worried expression etched onto his face, her heart ached, seeing this poor boy’s world falling apart in front of his eyes. She didn’t get a full chance to get a better view of the new Spider-Man (boy? kid?) before she had to drop down, being careful not to join the abyss herself.

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Thanks for reading the first chapter of " The Orginal Anomaly Effect" !!! This is a passion project by me and my friend, Marshall! (@marshall_isanartist on insta!) we've have our sonas lying around for while now, making silly scenarios, and whatnot, but when Marsh showed me the concept of Theo after the HQ rampage, that's when we fell into this rabbit hole. It went to a point where I snapped and needed this to be written. So after nights of researching and yapping on call and class, we finally have a chance to post our art to the public and I hope you enjoy for what comes in the future! I Updates will be slow cus uh were in school and we have work to do :') So pls be paitent with us! Ok byeeeee!!!!!

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