#this stage was perfect so obviously they can handle it

[shirefantasies]

Hey, babes!

Honestly I have brain rot for the idea of the ‘woman of the group does sexy dance to help mission’ trope and like LOTR boys. I also have brain rot for them hearing her sing ‘I Wanna Make Love To You’ by Etta James.

Anyway can I request the elves reactions to reader do a sexy burlesque/strip style dance? Like they in the audience and how they’d react.

By elves I mean: Elrond, Lindir, Thranduil, Legolas, Haldir and Arwen

OK I’M YELLING (I went ahead n threw our girl Galadriel in there cuz gotta catch em all right? 😁) there’s not really a mission lol but hope this does it justice! My latest D&D session the other night ended with burlesque performance so this feels like the perfect time to post this hehe

The Elves Reacting to F!Reader’s Burlesque Performance

Warnings: suggestive obviously 😆

Thranduil

Sure, he knew you’d all but been dared to set foot upon the stage, but something in your resolute expression and the long robe you wore had Thranduil’s eyebrows raising. Nary did he expect the way your hand shot out, grabbing the pole the moment the lights dimmed, or the way your robe dropped, revealing the lowest-cut, highest-slit dress he’d ever seen you in. Breath hitching, he watched as a long wave of fabric draped between your gorgeous legs, which wrapped around the pole as you climbed it. Eyes darkening as you spun, he could hardly help imagining what, or whom, else they could wind around so, and if he would ever be so blessed to see the confident air overtaking you again…

Legolas

Frowning, Legolas disappeared further into the gathering crowd. Gimli was the one who’d dared him to attend the show, telling him he was sure no pointy-ear could handle it. How could it be so, simply a performance? The crowd looked far too eager for you to be putting them into any sort of- oh. You emerged onto the stage, forearms and down covered with feathers like the wings of a great bird. Your legs were almost entirely bare, skirt minimal and bodice little more than a corset. Twirling and pirouetting into poses the woodland prince could only describe as suggestive, you beamed innocently at the crowd and hid behind your feathers, lashes fluttering. Another performer emerged behind you, hands on your waist and fingers deftly loosening your corset… Gripping the arms of his seat tighter, Legolas leaned in, a yearning in his own fingers readily accepting his friend’s latest challenge.

Haldir

A dancer you were. That was a known fact whispered among those familiar with you, often calling you something of a knife-dancer. Curiosity got the better of Haldir when scandal colored whispers of your performance right outside the woods. Was it dangerous, perhaps? Pride flowed into the little smile of anticipation he wore as fast-paced music filled the room and flames were snuffed, leading you to slide gracefully into the dim. Crouching, you crawled to the edge of the stage with a bloodthirsty grin that sent shivers down Haldir’s spine. Flicks of your wrists revealed your famed blades, which you twirled, tossed, and dragged gently along the length of your tongue. Brows raising, he found himself leaning forward with new interest. What sort of dance was- Coherent thought ceased immediately when you tossed your blades, caught them, and began slicing away at purposefully shoddy seams upon your outfit, revealing more and more until the elf was on the edge of his seat…

Galadriel

Hearing of a new form of entertainment served only to pique Galadriel’s curiosity and draw her from her frequent solitude. After all, if it was making her people happy… She did not expect to see a lone performer upon a platform, elaborately feathered fans covering most of her figure, but there you were. Clad all in white, at least from what she could see near your feet, you slowly closed the fans. The long swaths of fabric that hung near the ground begun only at your hips, the expanse of your legs utterly bare as you extended them, moving gracefully across the stage as your fans accentuated every curve and undulation of your body. Jerking, you rotated, hips swiveling as you happened to face the Lady of Lórien, and watching you through her lashes Galadriel felt a devilish smile rise to her lips. She saw exactly why there had been such a buzz…

Lindir

There had been talk of you giving a performance of some kind, but all Lindir had been able to retrieve on the subject was that he should quite like to be in the audience, so with a light heart he shuffled into the crowd, pleased to be quite close to the stage set up for you. Perhaps you’d learned a new instrument under his nose and wishes to surprise him with a performance! Perhaps- You slunk to the center clad in, oh dear, quite a sheer skirt. Feeling a rush of heat to his face, he tried to focus upon the swell of music, largely successful until you ripped your top off, hips swinging lower as your layers thinned and thinned… You froze momentarily, wearing little more than your corset, and made direct eye contact with Lindir, whose eyes widened and body felt quite faint. Slowly, deliberately, you took up your dance once more, grinning at him as you began unlacing the back of your garment. His hands shot up, half-covering his face, but he couldn’t help himself peeking again and again.

Elrond

Housing a troupe of performers was certainly an unusual set of circumstances, but not in the slightest beyond the reach of the great homely house. Indeed, at encouragement from Lindir to let music fill his halls, Elrond acquiesced to a performance, unknowing of the so-called ‘dancers’ who would emerge after the exuberant wind section. In fact, it wasn’t until they called you out that Elrond’s eyes widened, brows expressive as ever as they flexed in great shock. You were lowered down on ropes, sitting with your legs largely bared and swinging. Garments- quite the loose term- of drapery covered the rest of your form, but as you leaned back in your swing, you began twisting, swiveling, removing one veil after another… Elrond found himself looking this way and that, but his eyes could never leave you for long. Feeling his gaze darken and his hands flex, he wondered what he had gotten himself into…

Arwen

How scandalous could it be? Many a friend or even a family member or two had rolled eyes and whispered harshly about your performances, but Arwen was not afraid. No matter what it was said to be, she would experience it for it to be so in her mind. Thus she found herself in the audience of the very subject of contempt, the somewhat smaller ratio of maids to men not lost upon her. A great fount was all Arwen could see at the center of it all, at least until one bare leg slowly arched from its edge. Blinking, Arwen watched as it was followed by another, each of them kicking some water onto the crowd before your hands gripped the other side, flipping over to render most of your body visible. Hanging from the sides, you swiveled your hips, head innocently rested upon your folded arms as if your…ahem…rear end were not moving so. Sitting up, you let go, dropping back into the water with a splash before emerging again and grinningly tossing water on more patrons. Arwen found herself mirroring your expression, following your every motion with interest and a strange sense of elation.

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[midn1ghtdreamer]

Kuroko’s Basketball boys x Pregnant Reader

These are head canons on how Aomine, Kagami, and Kise would be during your pregnancy.

Aomine

He’s not shocked at all. He claims that he knew you would be pregnant after one night in particular.

He doesn’t seem like he would want a baby, but behind closed doors you could tell how excited he was. His love for you and the baby did not stop his complaints whenever you asked him for weird cravings at night. Despite all of his complaints he would make sure you had everything you needed. No matter how difficult it is to get it. He even asks Murasakibara to help find the rare foods.

He starts making competitions with everyone else about whose kid would be better at basketball. Kagami was his main target.

“My baby’s going to kick your kids ass on the court.”

“Oh yeah, well see about that, Aomine.”

Kagami

He very shocked. You two hadn’t touched the topic of kids yet. That didn’t stop his excitement though. As soon as you told him he grabbed you and spun you around, reassuring you that he was ecstatic about the baby.

The news couldn’t have come at a more perfect time. Kagami’s basketball was taking off, leaving zero concerns about money. He was concerned about you though. He wouldn’t be able to stay with you, especially when his team went on tournaments. You had to convince him that you would be ok so he would go to his games.

He couldn’t wait to share the news with everyone either. Alex was one of the first people to find out about your pregnancy. She even volunteered to watch over you while Kagami was away. Kagami was worried about you to say the least

Remember when I said Aomine would challenge everyone else’s kid? Yeah, well Kagami made a bet with Aomine that his baby would win a basketball game. He didn’t;t tell you about his little bet either you found out about it years later.

He was outside teaching your son different moves to use and out of nowhere he says, “You can keep all the money if you win this game.”

You gave him an earful about it later and all he had to said was, “It was a good motivator for him.” You couldn’t deny it either. Your son did everything he could to make sure he beat Aomine’s daughter during that game.

And yes Aomine’s pride was hurt when his baby girl lost, but he didn’t hold it against her. She was his sweet little girl after all.

Kise

Literally will not shut up about it. He tells anyone and everyone he can, even when your standing next to him obviously pregnant. As in added bonus he walks around with a picture of your ultrasound in his wallet, showing it off at every opportunity. He just can’t stop himself and you don’t have the heart to stop him either. You both waited so long for this baby.

Anytime your around a large group of people, Kise goes into security mode. He won’t leave your side for anything. You want to talk to your friends, he’s there with you. Getting a drink, he’s there too. The probability of you going anywhere without him is .0001% out of 100.

He will also become your personal servant. You could be in the nesting stage of your pregnancy, feeling the intense urge to clean, and he wouldn’t let you lift a finger. Dishes? Clean. Laundry. Done. When he can’t handle all of the chores he calls in his mom. She makes sure everything is in order before and while your in labor. Making sure that you brought your baby home to a clean house.

If you thought that Kise would stop talking about your child after birth, you would be dead wrong. A newborn picture of your baby in a pink onesie would replace the ultrasound that he carried. He was a proud father and he was going to let everyone know it.

[junedenim]

you heard that they were the naughtiest

they were all naked, but he was the exposed one

warnings: smut, prostitution, p in v, blowjob, feelings :(

word count: 3.7k

It's not intentional per se. When he stumbles upon a room of half-naked women he doesn't reject the sight, but he didn't seek it out. He's kind of just shoved into the room. His friends insist it's the perfect way of getting over a break-up. He guesses he can't really handle rejection right now either which is why they aren't picking up chicks in a place where you wouldn't have to pay for it. Plus, they have to be on a tour bus in a matter of hours so they can't waste time here.

At least, that's his friends' thinking. All he can think about are tits, tits, tits! Seriously, he never thought he'd be overwhelmed by the sight of boobs after he made it through the rough stage of puberty but they're everywhere and he can only take his eyes off of them to look at another set of boobs. Two nipples staring at him like beady little eyes. 

"You like?" A woman in a long robe with fluffy feathers lining it comes beside him. She's twice the age of everyone here and she must be the only one semi-dressed.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I mean...yeah." He feels like he's objectifying the women by looking at them but at the same time what the fuck else is he supposed to do? "Yes."

"Have your pick," she invites. 

Alex feels flushed, his voice stolen from him as he chokes on his own spit. "What? Like any of them?"

The woman nods. She has a certain elegance that he wouldn't expect from a pimp. Her makeup is poorly drawn on and her hair looks like it's about to fall off her head but she wears pearls and diamond earrings, which could be fake but he can't tell the difference. "Your friends paid for you," she tells him.

There are blondes, brunettes, and gingers. There's one girl in the back with purple hair. "Can—can I do more than...?"

"More than one?" The woman laughs and Alex shrinks and he suddenly wishes he was getting rejected at some pub instead. "No, no, sweetie. That would be another additional payment and an extra fee. But any of my girls out here are for your choosing. I'm sure they'll treat you better than any girl you've had before. You seem like a nice one too. They might even give you an extra favour for that."

"Like a blowjob?" The question just falls out and he wants to slap himself after saying that.

The woman instantly starts laughing again. "Whatever you want, sweetie. You're in charge. Now, go on, make your pick."

She pushes him forward and brown, green, and blue eyes meet him. Unexpectedly, he's hit with the feeling of being a kid in a candy store and part of him feels bad for viewing these women as candy for him to consume but the other part of him (his cock) is growing hard and needy.

"Um, I'll, um, have her." Alex points to a woman, she must be right around his age, maybe a few years older. Wide eyes, kohl-smeared staring right back up at him. Her hair is long, wavy, reaching down far enough to cover her tits, her nipples peeking through at the movement of her head.

The woman rises from her chair and takes hold of Alex's hand, dragging him toward one of the backrooms. Her ass, bare and in plain view for him. He realizes he can do whatever he wants. He could squeeze it, smack it, rub it, kiss it, fuck it. It's a terrifying thought but the pleasure he gains, the way his dick feels so constrained can't be matched. 

"So, uh, how long have you been doing this?"

She laughs, but it's a cute one, instead of a mocking one. "The whore thing?" Alex nods as she shuts the door behind him. "Couple years."

The room is relatively empty. There's a bed with white sheets, two bedside tables with lamps on each that are turned on, and a painting of a naked woman because they are obviously lacking in the department of nude women. 

"The room to your liking?" She asks him.

He wipes his sweaty palms down on his jeans. "Yes!" He shouts it a little enthusiastically but again the woman giggles nicely and moves onto the bed, sitting on the edge, crossed-legged and tempting.

"How'd you like me?"

"How'd I like you?" He questions.

"Your call, honey. Take me whichever way you like."

He just about busts a nut at this woman, staring him down, who he can have free-range on. Something overcomes hum. Maybe it’s loneliness, but he’s first thought isn’t sex. "Can I kiss you?" He doesn't really know how else you're supposed to start sex. It feels weird to just put his dick in her right away.

She seems shocked by this sentiment. "Uh, sure."

Alex is still standing by the door. He shoves his hands in his pockets. "Not a lot of guys ask that, do they?"

She shrugs. "Some do. But I can see," she points to his crotch, "your erection." Alex's first instinct is to cover it up with his hands but he realizes he doesn't need to do that here. That kind of thing is encouraged here. "Most guys don't like to kiss about when they're already hard."

"Yeah, well, things with my girlfriend just ended, and—fuck, I wasn't supposed to talk about this."

She giggles. "That's fine."

"No, that was like the one thing my mates told me not to talk about. I guess I've been going on about it for a long time."

"Well, this is your time so you can do whatever you like but for reference, you only have me for about a half hour and that half hour started when you picked me so you only have about 25 minutes left."

"Oh, right, so we should probably..."

"Take care of that erection? It's up to you but I'll do everything, except rape kinks."

"People request that a lot?"

She shrugs. "Yeah. People request a lot of weird things. The rape thing gets a little iffy for me because I'm not, well..."

"Willing?"

"Well, I'm willing. I'm getting paid. It's my job. Some of the girls do it if you want to. I guess it helps keep people from raping other people."

"No, I mean, I kind of like it when the people I'm fucking want to fuck me."

"You're still hard," she notes. He definitely is. It's pressing up against his zipper and threatening to rip a hole straight through his jeans. "I don't mind talking to you if you want to do that but I have a feeling you might want to take care of that."

Alex lets out a chuckle of relief, finally relaxing just a little. "Yeah."

"So...however you want me." She's open and offering and it's terrifying. He's usually not the director of these things. It's always been a mutual thing but he feels less scared about taking charge then he thought he would.

"Okay. I'm going to take off my clothes if that's okay."

She chuckles. "Yeah, I think you're gonna have to do that eventually."

"Right." He laughs at himself, carefully taking off his shirt and jeans. He leaves his underwear on, nearing her slowly. He stands above her, tilting her face up with his finger, he looks down at her, and he knows he's fooling himself, but she really does look eagerly interested. Her eyes are erotic and her lips slightly puckered. He leans down slowly and kisses her lightly. "Can you give me a...blowjob?"

She stuffs away laughter and looks up at him with a grin. "Certainly." She pushes him back a step and sits on her knees. Her fingers skim the elastic teasingly, before reaching in, pulling them down, exposing him. She holds it and her hand with stimulating strokes. "You're so big."

He's never thought himself to be particularly enlarged. He hasn't really seen many, except in porn and at the urinals but, you know, he's not really looking at other guy's cocks while they pee. "Do you say that everyone?"

She bites her bottom lip, so close to his dick, he's starting to leak out precum and he can do anything he wants so he might just shove her head onto his cock. But he doesn't want to be brutal with her. "I mean, yeah, but I'm being honest. Swear it."

Alex believes her and gets amusement from the whole thing but he stands up a little straight with a bit more pride. He's apparently well-endowed. "Thanks." 

She hollows out her cheeks and swallows around him, letting his shaft slide along her tongue until it hits the back of her throat. Then she retreats and starts all over again, leaving more and more of her saliva slathered on his cock every time it pulls out of her mouth.

It's wet and messy, but it's the best blowjob he's ever had, which isn't shocking. She does this for a living. Especially with the way she reaches under and cups his balls as she swallows his cock, rolling his sacks around in her hand and kneading his flesh softly.

It makes his knees weak and he doesn't think he can stand anymore. "Can-can I sit please?" He gets out through a moan. She releases him, charmed by his hesitation and his need to ask for permission. He sits down on the edge of the bed and shimmies towards the middle. He lays on his back and spreads his legs for her to crawl between, sharing a smile with her as she gets comfortable on her stomach.

She wraps her hand around Alex's cock again, pulling it back so she can lick up the underside of it repeatedly, from base to tip. Her tongue traces the vein before swirling around the tip, tonguing his slit a few times before making her way back down to suck his balls into her mouth. Her teeth nip playfully at the loose flesh.

That's when he has to pull her off of him. "I'm about to come and, I mean, if you don't mind I'd like to be in you."

She smiles, her eyes bright. "Yeah. On you, you on me, doggy. Should I pull at the Kama Sutra?"

Alex snorts. "You're really funny."

She rolls her eyes. "We're running low on time here. Make up your mind, mister!" 

Alex flips them over after a moment, hovering over her as she looks up at him with wide eyes and an excited grin. "Ready?"

"Yeah." She widens her legs to give him more room to work as he moves back away from her on his knees. Alex reaches a hand down, squeezing those blinding tits. He leans down, placing his mouth over it and a shock goes through him as she moans. His tongue skims over her nipple and she lets out another one and he'll be thinking about how he got a whore to moan for the rest of his life and she also called him big.

He sits back up. "I'm gonna fuck you now," he tells her.

"Please," she groans and he feels like the man. Nothing will top this. He's the fucking man.

Not being able to wait a moment longer to be inside her, Alex slides his cock down to her slick hole and pushes inside. Her warm pussy envelops his cock inch by inch as he slides into her. "Oh my God," he moans as her walls cling to his shaft. "Holy shit."

She hums in acknowledgment. She reaches down and begins to rub her clit as his cock slowly fills her up more and more until he finally reaches the back of her, his balls pressing against her ass once he's all the way inside. She's breathing heavily, clenching her pussy around his cock to get used to the feeling. 

He sighs as he starts to get used to the feeling. He feels on edge but he wants to make use of every single minute he has with her. He begins to move his hips, pulling his cock out just to shove it back in, slowly starting to thrust his hips.

"Yeah, right there," she tells him, pulling his body down so it's pressed against hers as he fucks her. "That feels so good. Do you feel good, baby?"

"You feel incredible," he grunts into her neck, leaning his weight on his forearms on either side of her head, his arms bending her legs back further. He's sure she's said that to a million guys before, maybe even a few today, but the way he feels inside her, he might be kidding himself, but it feels too tight, too wonderful for only him to be feeling this good.

She lets out a whimper in response, hands moving to Alex's head to tangle in his shaggy hair. "Kiss me," she begs, tugging his hair to bring his head up from her neck so he can press his lips against hers. She opens her mouth and allows his tongue inside, sucking on it gently as his cock slides into her in long, sensual thrusts, slowly but steadily.

Their naked skin pressed together, and his cock was deep inside her. Alex feels closer to her than he's felt with anyone in ages. He feels tense and he knows he's close. This has only been perfect and he wants it to end perfectly. He wants to get every penny's worth but he wants to make her feel good because he bet not everyone has made her feel this good.

Her body shakes as she comes, her pussy clinging to him inside her as she moans into his mouth. He wants to come with her so badly, but he wants to keep fucking her more, to show her how good he can make her feel.

Before she even comes down from her orgasm, he is flipping her over onto her stomach and sliding his cock back into her from behind, stretching his forearms so his hands are planted on either side of her body so he can push his hips into her in smooth, hard thrusts. "Is this okay?"

"Yeah, keep going," she tells him. He really wants to just press her into the mattress and hump her roughly, but he'll last longer this way, and he can tell she's enjoying it by the way she moves against him.

She arches her back and twists her neck so she can look at his face as he pushes into her, his cock hitting spots so deep inside her. It hugs him tightly and pulls him in deeper and deeper each time he comes barreling down into her.

"Oh, you're making my pussy feel so good," she cries. It's so intimate and makes him feel so connected to her. He can't believe how good he is. 

"You like that?" Alex huffs barely heard over the sound of slapping skin each time his hips connect with her ass cheeks. His tummy tightens as he thinks about how special this feels. "Can I come in your mouth?"

"Yeah, yeah." She nods frantically. He pulls out and she flips onto her back. Alex moves up; he is just over her wide-open mouth. 

A stream of cum shoots out from the tip of his throbbing cock and lands on the tip of her tongue. "Fuck," he moans at both the feeling and the sight of it, splatters landing on her cheek and nose.

His hips jerk as the last spurts of cum come out, landing on her. His legs wobble as his body buzzes in the aftershocks. "Wow," Alex breathes out in awe, enthralled by the sight. "You're so pretty."

"Thanks," she mutters. Alex lands on his back beside her, unable to hold himself up straight anymore. He breathes heavily as she sits up to wipe the cum off of her face. 

"That was the best sex I've ever had." His tongue is spilling things out but he feels like he can tell her these things because that must have been some of the hottest sex she's ever had too.

She looks back at him with a grin. "You're cute, honey."

Alex regains some strength and leans over to where she's picked up a cigarette. His arms wrap around her waist. He wants to hold her tight, wants to cherish her. "You're so gorgeous."

"You want a smoke?" She asks before lighting her cigarette.

He shakes his head. He just wants to look at her without the blur of smoke separating them. "Here. Lay down with me."

"Your time is technically up but I guess I can take my break with you."

He's moved that she feels the same he does. Alex still can't believe what he's experienced, his body still recovering from the motions. She sits up against the headboard, smoking her cigarette so instead of cuddling with her side-by-side in bed like he wants, he'll sit beside her against the headboard. 

"So, do you usually take your breaks with your customers?" He's a special and very lucky man, he knows it.

"Um," she thinks out loud, "sometimes. They'll give me one of their cigarettes or an extra tip if I sit and talk with them. A lot of men who come in here are really lonely."

He's not one of those men. He didn't give her cigarettes or money, she just wants to sit and talk with him and he's charmed by this. He wants to take her out of her. Not leave her in this dirty place where men take advantage of her and treat her nastily. "I can imagine."

She looks over at him with a smirk. "What?" He questions.

Her smirk drops and she shakes her head. "Nothing. So, your ex dumped you or you dumped her?"

Alex sighs. "She dumped me. I thought we might get back together but she's got this new guy and I'm just a loser, I guess." He's worried that means he's calling her a loser so he quickly tells her, "That's nothing against you. I'm sorry if that came off rude."

She laughs and shakes her head. "You're fine. I've been called much worse."

Alex can't imagine anyone being rude to her. She's angelic in her caring and her laugh is like the sun shining on you, beating you in heat after a cold winter. "I'm sorry they've done that."

"It's fine," she insists. "People don't really understand my job. I like doing it and that shocks people. I guess there are your regular creeps but that's half the people out there nowadays. So, this way instead of being stuck with a crappy date with these people, I get paid to sleep with them and never see them again. I mean, who doesn't like sex?"

"I don't know who wouldn't like sex with you." He's being mushy but fuck, if you could see her, if you fucked her, you'd be feeling the same way.

She throws her head back in laughter. "Thank you, sweetie. I wouldn't have hung around her so long if I wasn't good at it. I'm a professional feel-gooder. I make everyone who comes in here feel better when they leave."

"Well, you've made me feel much better," he tells her.

She smiles over at him, taking a pull of her smoke. "Good. I'm glad to have done that."

"Even just talking to you I feel understood." He's looking at her and something pulls through him. He just wants to spill all his guts. Tell every little secret and then she'll share hers. It can't feel this good with everyone.

"Good," she says.

He's leaving town in a matter of hours and he can't even bear to leave her behind, at least not without getting her number. Christ, he doesn't even know her name. He curls an arm around her shoulders. "I'm leaving town soon but how would you feel about going out with me once I'm back in town."

"Oh," she smiles at him so lovingly, heartbeats skip, and he's lost in her eyes. He can't imagine how anyone could badly treat her, leave her, forget her. She softly chuckles. "Honey, I don't do that kind of thing."

His eyebrows furrow. "Are you not allowed?"

She shakes her head. "I just don't go out with people I meet at work. I'm not a girlfriend, I'm a quick fuck. I can give you conversation, I can be a flirt, I can be a slut, whatever, but I'm not gonna date you."

"But...I thought that we..."

"Sweetie," she's cooing at him and he hates this feeling. It's like getting dumped all over again. "I'm just doing my job. You're a total sweetheart. I mean, girls must love you."

"Well, what about you?" He asks like saying that, questioning her will change things.

She gives him a crooked smile and she looks slightly remorseful. "I'm not a girl. I'm not really anything to you. You don't even know my name."

"I could. You could tell me all about you and I'd love all of it—" She tries to suppress a laugh but it pulls through. Everything just sinks in him.

"I'm sorry. I feel horrible. But I can't give you what I don't have. If you're ever back in town, I'll be here."

He scoffs, "You just want money." He feels bad. He's being a bit of an asshole but he's hurt. It pours over him all over again. 

"Yeah," she admits, "doesn't everybody? I truly did have a nice time but I have a feeling you'll find a girl and you won't need any of this."

It makes him feel a little better like the whole thing wasn't made up in his head. Still, he's lost, annoyed, and he fucking hates this feeling. This loneliness that covers him. This was just supposed to be a fuck. If he wanted rejection he could have gone to a fucking pub or called up his ex-girlfriend but, no, he had to go too far in and believe some fantasy.

"I'm sorry," he says. 

She frowns at him. "There's no reason to be sorry. These things happen. You're a great guy, I can tell. You're just not my guy."

He digests this. Dry swallows the cold hard pill. He takes a deep breath and looks away. It doesn't soften the blow anymore. But he feels better knowing that he'll land on his feet. He'll get over this, eventually. He's just trapped in a hole and one day he'll crawl out of it. Even she, the whore, believes in him. "Can I have a cigarette?"

She feels bad. So, she gives him one.

*

a/n: i was kind of shocked how many ideas i had for different eras of alex at a whorehouse. i don't know when i became this dirty-minded but i blame all of you!

[pedgito]

Hey! I'm very awkward when it comes to requesting stuff but I'm shooting my idea and if you decide to write it, awesome, if not, I'll still adore you and your work. Anyway, what about a reader that's always been kinda there and around but Eddie never noticed her. Maybe she lives in the trailer park as well and one day Wayne orders Eddie to help out neighbors with something and Eddie gets surprised by her existence or something...

I dunno, I just like the "falling for someone who was already there all the time" trope...

Thanks xx

author’s note: this has full fic potential and i love it, but enjoy what little drabble my brain could handle. <3

cw: sfw, neighbors/meet-cutes, set in 86, reader and eddie run in different circles, wayne is such a dad he can’t help it, this isn’t really fluffy exactly, but it’s very sweet

word count: 2k

Living near the Munson’s had always been, for a better lack of words, eventful. You move in six years prior, the world being ushered into a new era of the 80s, a quaint but rundown neighborhood that looked normal, and a new school to throw yourself into, again—your parents were also never really home.

So, as a result, you’d learn to care for yourself. It wasn’t their fault—things were tough, money needed to be made, and you were at the perfect age to manage keeping yourself alive and fed, regardless if it was done in a justifiable or acceptable manner. And the neighbors were nice—most of them, at least.

You’d learned pretty quickly that it was a place for the older residents of Hawkins, men and women in their late 50s alongside a couple small families—a young woman with a small toddler, another family of four, and right next door; an older gentleman and his son.

You never spoke to him, not once. Wayne, the older man in question, only finally spoke to you when he caught you outside on an early morning taking out the trash, parents having already left for the day.

He worked nights, so he had just come home from a very long shift, a cigarette perched upon his lips. He was nice, polite—but obviously exhausted.

“You alright, kid?” He asks suddenly, though his voice is calm.

He wasn’t oblivious to the fact that you were almost always on your own, driveway empty of cars or even a bike, leaving you chasing down the bus or walking to school most mornings.

You shrug honestly, offering a small smile.

“I’m managing.” You tell him, meaning it. “Thanks for asking.”

After that, it becomes a regular thing. Wayne checks up on you when he can, quick and fleeting conversations in the early mornings when the sun is just starting to come up.

You learn that his son isn’t actually his son, rather his nephew. He’s a couple years older then, trudging his way through the beginnings of a tumultuous freshman year—and you don’t see him often, only by coincidence in the halls where he doesn’t even glance your way.

He’s awkward, tall and lanky, hair in the weird stage of being too long and too short all at once—he’s probably growing it out, you think. It’s a wild next of curls that is nothing a brush couldn’t fix, but it didn’t seem like he owned one. Eddie, that is.

Wayne calls him Edward when he’s mad, coming home too late, being loud when he’s so desperately trying to sleep—you can hear all of it, the walls of your trailer are so thin that nothing is safe.

And life is busy; those six years pass in a breeze, but things are still the same. You’ve never spoken a word to Eddie, your parents are still gone most of the time, if not more now that you’re of age, and Wayne still looks as tired as before, though less buried under the weight of scourging for cash.

Eddie must have some type of job, or something—and he’s extremely loud, always playing with his guitar on the weekends when he’s home, amp placed under the bedroom window adjacent to yours. It’s not like you can really complain, it’s broad daylight, most people are out living their lives, but you’re stuck at home.

He can sing, you’ll give him that. So, it’s not all bad.

He drives too, a clunky piece of junk as Wayne calls it, but to Eddie, it’s his beloved. Wayne almost offers to ask Eddie if he’ll give you lifts to school, but you’re adamant in your refusal.

“I like walking, it’s fine.” You assure him. “I wouldn’t want to bother him.”

“Boy’s like my son, he’ll do it if I ask.” Wayne says, eyes flicking up toward Eddie’s bedroom, his shadow crossing the window. “You two would get along, you know.”

“I dunno,” You disagree, “we don’t exactly run in similar crowds.”

Wayne makes a noise, a small huff of acknowledgment.

“He’s struggling,” Wayne admits, “on his third try at graduating and I’m starting to think it’d be easier to pull him out and help him get his GED.”

You knew that much—Eddie should’ve graduated already, yet he was still stuck at the same lunch table for those following years, preaching to young minds of the susceptible D&D nerds.

“Maybe—“ You agree, but Wayne quickly cuts you off.

“Hey, you’re smart,” Wayne assumes, but he’s seen the textbooks you’ve brought home, levels above the classes Eddie takes, “got good grades?”

“Mostly A’s,” You admit, “m’trying to get into a good college and AP classes look good on paper.”

Wayne thinks for a moment, falling silent as he flicks the ashes away from his cigarette, “Think you can do me a solid?”

And Wayne’s never steered you wrong, even offering you dinner when your parents forget to buy groceries for the week, making sure your belly is just as full as his. He constantly grumbles about how careless you parents were, similar to Eddie’s—you never pried on that matter, feeling like it was none of your business.

“I can try.”

“How do you feel about tutoring Eddie?” He asks curiously, “He’s a good kid, I swear—he just can’t focus for shit.”

“I…don’t know.” You reply wearily, “I don’t think he wants to take that stuff seriously—“

“He does, he does,” Wayne insists, “it’s hard for him to learn in that type of setting, I think he needs the one on one. I understand if you don’t want to, I just think it might be worth tryin’.”

Wayne senses your hesitance.

“I’m sorry for asking, you don’t have to—“

“I will,” You respond quickly, not harping on it any longer, “I mean, I can.”

And maybe this was the biggest mistake you’ve ever made, but you wouldn’t know if you didn’t try.

You knock on the trailer door a couple days later, in the earlier hours on a Saturday morning, a book clutched to your chest and a tired smile on your face—but when the door opens, you’re not met with the same expression.

If anything, it’s surprise that’s riddling his face.

Wayne must not have said anything, which is just as mortifying.

“Who—“ Eddie stops himself, eyeing you carefully, “are you—don’t I have a class with you?”

You nod slowly, “Econ, yeah.”

“How do you know where I live?” Eddie asks, though he doesn’t sound offended, more amused if anything. “Did Dustin put you up to this?”

Henderson was a little shit, you knew that much—but you’d never spoken a word to him either.

“Eddie,” He’s just as shocked you know his name, eyes raking over your carefully, “I live next door.”

Eddie’s brows furrow, door cleaning open to peek at the trailer beside him, gaze quickly flicking back toward you. And suddenly it’s all clicking in his head, though slowly.

“You must be the reason I have to make an extra plate of dinner, right?” Eddie asks with a soft smile.

Whatever earlier assumptions you had about him dissipated into nothing, melted by the grin on his face and the subtle dimple in his cheek.

“It’s not my doing—Wayne worries about me.” You tell him, hoping he’ll understand. “Food’s good though, better than what I could make.”

Eddie widens the door silently, without question really, allowing you to step inside. It’s as barren as it is cluttered, random knick knacks on the shelves, counters, but devoid of trash.

“Wait, holy shit—you’re friend’s with Buckley, aren’t you?”

It’s startling, but you nod. You were—also in band with her, along with a long list of extracurriculars—why that one stood out the most to him, you’d never understand. You weren’t even aware Eddie knew you existed.

“Sort of,” You land on, “We’ve got a lot of classes together.”

And as if you weren’t already taken off-guard, Eddie speaks again.

“You play…trumpet?” He asks, snapping his fingers in celebration when you nod. “And piano?”

“How do you—no one knows that.”

“Oh,” Eddie says, genuinely confused, “I saw you playing a couple months ago—I was on the way to Hellfire and you were by yourself, I thought you were practicing for something—“

“You watched me play?” You ask curiously.

“Yeah, yeah—you’re really fuckin’ good.” Eddie admits, “It’s not really my style but I love music, so—“

And he’s mentally beating himself up over not recognizing you sooner, feeling like a complete ass.

“Well, I don’t know if Wayne told you, but he asked me to help tutor you.” You explain, “I get it you want to kick me out, I’m just trying to do good by your uncle, you know?”

Eddie shrugs carelessly, “We can try, but I’m not promising it’ll help.”

“Are you sure you have the time?” You ask, knowing his weekends were usually occupied by something a lot more distracting and loud. “No guitar practice today?”

Eddie snorts at that, “Shit, yeah—I’m sorry about that.”

“I’ve listened to it for six years, I’m used to it.”

Eddie gawks at that, feeling even worse.

“Hey, it’s fine—I wouldn’t notice me either.”

He smiles slightly, “It’s not that.”

You plead with him silently, following him to the small table tucked in the corner of his trailer, two chairs on either side.

“Kinda thought you were a ghost, honestly—“ Eddie admits, “or just like, figment of my imagination.”

You scrunch your nose in confusion, taking a seat across from him.

“I swear I’ve never seen you around here—that’s mostly my fault, I’m not home often.” Eddie tells you, “but I remembered your face when I’d see you at school, didn’t know your name—I mean, I still don’t but—“

You snort softly, offering him your name with a quiet interjection. He nods knowingly, grin growing wider.

“I feel like an asshole for not realizing you’ve been my neighbor for that long—Wayne always talked about you, kind of in passing, but I never thought anything of it.”

“I’m not offended, Eddie.” You tell him, hoping he’d understand.

And it’s not that Eddie didn’t remember your face, he just couldn’t believe it was real, that you were real. He could’ve sworn you didn’t exist at all, like he’s been making you up in his mind.

“Can we make a deal?” Eddie asks suddenly.

“Depends.” You counter, smile pulling at your face.

“If this works, will you teach me some stuff on the piano?”

Eddie was the definition of never judging someone at first glance, his interesting style contrasting his personality in the best ways. He’s always came off as dark, pensive, similar to his uncle in the way he always had a cigarette between his lips or a scowl on his face.

“If this works—sure.” You agree with ease.

“God, I feel like a total ass.” Eddie admits, slamming his fist against the table softly, “Six years, are you sure?”

“It’s not for lack of trying, Eddie.” You tell him, “If I wanted to be noticed you would’ve known. I’m really good at blending in, unfortunately.”

It still doesn’t change how he feels.

“Besides, you never realize how much people reveal about themselves when they don’t know you’re around.” You add shyly, eyes connecting with him briefly.

Eddie laughs slightly, leaning forward to flip the textbook open.

“We can circle back to that,” Eddie teases, “I won’t forget.”

There’s not a day that passes following where Eddie hasn’t wedged himself into your existence, determined to discover everything that he’s missed out on.

And it’s startling how much you like him, the fact of him being right out of reach for so long—it’s bittersweet.

Please consider a reblog if you enjoyed this fic! It’s makes a huge difference. ♡

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As many of you may not know at the time of writing this, May 18th, which was yesterday, is the day that marks Cassandra Cain's first appearance in DC Comics.

So, to celebrate 25 years of the character, I have decided to review each of Cassandra Cain's quote on quote "first appearance" comics.

Essentially these comics cover her origins and her first outing as Batgirl.

All of these comics take place during the No Man's Land event.

The comics in order are:

Batman #567

Detective Comics #734

Legends of the Dark Knight #120

Batman #569

Due to Tumblr's image limit you'll only be able to see images for part one of this review, for a review that has more images, please use this link to Amino here:

We'll start with Batman #567 and TEC #734 since both share Cassandra Cain's two-part origin story: Mark of Cain.

Cassandra Cain's origins are very unique in the sense that the character appears first before she ever even dawns the costume, as the costume is currently being worn by someone else, specifically Helena Bertinelli who does have a cameo appearance within this two part story as Batman can be seen confronting her at a cemetery at the beginning of part one.

Cassandra is later shown, and it's established that she's one of Barbara Gordon's couriers that deliver information and supplies throughout the post-earthquake rocked Gotham City, she brings Barbara an apple as a gift for teaching her how to pronounce words.

It's then shown Cass has trouble pronouncing the simplest of words, due to her father depriving her of speech during her developmental stage of life.

Speaking of Cassandra's father, David Cain, Cass eventually runs into him trying to assassinate Commissioner Gordon via sniper rifle, and prevents him from doing so by surprising him and blocking his field of view.

Part one ends with the two having a confrontation where Cassandra finally utters the phrase that Barbara was trying to teach her prior before pushing David out a window.

Throughout the story various little snippets of Cassandra's childhood are shown.

We can see that nothing was wholesome about her childhood, her upbringing was nothing short of cruel, her father having her kill a man at such a young age, which of course left a lasting impact on her.

Overall part one of this story does a very good job at introducing us to Cass and pulling at your heartstrings with her origin.

While part one doesn't have much dialogue, which is obviously intentional because of the character in this story, it has some stunning visuals from the artist Damion Scott and what few bits of speech we do get is enough to serve the story.

I would say Kelley Puckett hit it right out of the park with getting us invested in his at-the-time new character to the Bat Mythos. I would give part one a perfect 10/10.

Moving on to part two, we begin where the first part ended and we have Cass and David continuing to plummet from their dive through the window earlier. Luckily Batman catches David at least, but Cassandra decides to let go of her father last minute, however she still survives, Batman seemingly catching her and bringing her to a cemetery later on. Most likely the same cemetery that he had found Helena at prior.

There, Batman discerns that Cass never learned how to communicate properly and the only language she knows is violence, fighting.

Cassandra and Batman then have a dispute about who should go after David, Batman bringing up the fact he was hired by Two-Face to kill Gordon.

Batman says he can handle both David and Two-Face, but Cassandra disagrees.

Eventually the two go after both separately, Cass taking Two-Face and Batman taking David.

Cass successfully subdues Two-Face by what we later find out is her taking his coin.

Cass even makes it in time to help Batman with David.

The end of the story shows Barbara handing over an old photo of a Batgirl over to Cass, while Batman instructs her to call the other Bat-Family members.

Overall, part 2 is pretty good, I wouldn't say it's as great as the first part of this story, as it does decide to focus more on action instead of any actual fleshing out to Cassandra's backstory, but nonetheless it's still a solid conclusion to the previous story.

As a rating, I would give it a 9/10.

Now moving on to what you could call part three of Mark of Cain but isn't exactly labeled as such is Legends of the Dark Knight #120. I say COULD, because the story itself isn't exactly all that much connected to the prior parts other than beginning where part 2 ended, but it does further Cassandra's story nonetheless as this is the comic where she officially dawns the Batgirl suit. Before that though, she meets the entire Bat-Family, especially hitting it off with Jean Paul Valley, AKA Azrael.

Batman then has a chat with the previous owner of the Batgirl suit, Helena Bertinelli. Essentially Helena kind of has a meltdown before having a falling out with Batman, which I wouldn't say isn't exactly justified, it's implied Batman pushed her too far here and I don't necessarily blame her for wanting to distance herself. Regardless, Batman collects the suit from her and decides instead that it belongs to Cass.

This is not before she's given a lecture on honoring the symbol of the bat, of which Batman already trusts she'll honor, Nightwing on the other hand not being so sure. Oracle makes him second guess his opinions though and then Cass suits up, now Batgirl, and glides out with the Bat-Family into the city.

I'd give this story an 8/10, my only main problem being with it is the art, for some reason the artist here didn't study anatomy, giving Helena and Cass in this story weirdly skinny wastes. 💀 Nonetheless the artist isn't terrible in other areas.

Our final story, Batman #569, or as the official story is called: I Cover the Waterfront, covers Cassandra's first outing as Batgirl.

It starts out with Cass beating up a bunch of thugs who are trying to rob a gas station, for well, gas.

She quickly dispatches the thugs, the gas station owner, Jimmy Sanchez, inviting her into the station to celebrate.

Even trying to offer her a grape soda, but Cass declines as she much prefers to not hear Sanchez constantly ramble on about things, wanting quiet.

We then cut to what we can assume is a scene prior with Batman briefing Nightwing, Oracle, and Cass about a shortage of gas, which they need for generators to power their infirmary unit within the city they call M.A.S.H.

Cassandra is clever and knows where they might find some gas, suggesting there's some in Amusement Mile.

Batman agrees to let her go get the Cass, Barbara remarking how eager Cass is to please the Caped Crusader.

We can assume that Sanchez has the gas, as we cut back to him and Cass, Sanchez yet again going on another long ramble, talking about how the thugs who attacked him earlier used to be good kids.

Cass again, doesn't like the noise and leaves. Later finding out that the thugs have returned and their leader has a rocket launcher. Before Cass can intervene though, Sanchez comes out and threatens the thugs. Cass leaps into action to save Sanchez, fighting the thugs, but to no avail, eventually the leader regains his footing and blows up the gas station.

Cass, thinking she has failed, attempts to kill the gang leader, but is stopped by Sanchez going on another one of his rambles. She listens this time though, as the man reminds her not to give up so easily, so she lets the thug live.

Batman soon arrives and it's revealed that this whole thing was an elaborate distraction from the real stash of gasoline that Sanchez had hidden in a safe location, showing Cass that she hadn't failed at all.

I would say that this story is a decent first outing for Cassandra Cain as Batgirl, and reevaluates what her character is all about, someone who doesn't give up so easily, someone who isn't a killer. I would give this story another perfect 10/10.

Well, that's it, that's all the stories reviewed for my little anniversary special for Cass here.

Probably one of the longer blogs I've written if I'm completely honest. 😅

But as always stay tuned! Same bat-time, same bat-channel!

And Happy 25th Anniversary Cassandra Cain!

[v--143]

Coukd you do a lee!minho and ler!chan?

YES OMG I have no idea if I’ve done this duo before but if I haven’t then thank you SO much for requesting it I’m literally in love with their relationship

❕Trying something new❕This is a first-person pov fic!! It’s not long and is more of a tester than anything :) after finishing I realized, at least for my preference in reading, that 3rd person imo is better, but if you like this style more lmk! Keep in mind this is very much a *drabble* so there wasn’t much editing ^^

< Humiliated >

[Lee! Lee Know]

[Ler! Bangchan]

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I finished off with a smirk at the crowd of Stays in the distance. That solo stage was one of the more intense ones during the concerts, but it wasn’t anything impossible for me to handle. Lightsticks flew up across the crowd and the cheering made my ears fall deaf. It was a beautiful sight to see.. to which I boasted to the members about (obviously).

“Minho!! We love you Minho!! You’re so hot Lino!!” I whisper-screamed into Changbin’s ear. He shoved me to one side as he told me Stays were screaming for everyone, not just me. As if he thought I didn’t know my performance was the best one!

“Yeah pssch but did you see the cheering for meeee? They were going insane! Lee Know! Lee Know!” I giggled as I was once again shoved to the other side of the couch as his hand was placed onto my ribcage.

Nope, none of that.

I quickly rolled off the couch and walked away before being embarrassed. If I’m tickled in front of anyone and it’s found out I’m one of the most ticklish members of the group… no. Not me. That’s too vulnerable, it’s too embarrassing for others to know.

I jogged over to my room and ran into Chan on the way.

“Hi” I said (cutely, of course).

He smiled as he shook his head.

“So you can act all cool on stage, tease Stay with your smirk, and practice your dances for hours until perfection… yet you can’t remember to give me back my favorite sweater.”

Shit, I forgot. And I have it on. Double shit.

“Ahhh I will now! Sorry Hyung I forgot again” I mean, I did forget. I was being sincere, but..

“Oohoh no this is like the fourth time you’ve forgotten. Imagine if- wha- is that a stain?! Lee Know!!!”

I didn’t stain it did I?! I looked down at the spot he was staring at and-

A big orangeish-pink splotch of what I’m assuming was my soup from earlier today looked back up at me. It was right on my ribs, how did I not see it before?!

“Come here.” Chan grabbed me by the arm and walked with me down to the kitchen. He looked pissed. Not actually pissed, of course, but as annoyed as can be. I had other things to do though! And I didn’t want him humiliating me in front of everyone else. I told him I’d have it clean by the end of the day, but he wasn’t having it.

“No, I want it now. And clean.”

“Well I can’t really do that now.. sorry hyung just wait a little bit-“ he didn’t let me finish as he began grabbing an array of cleaning supplies like Clorox wipes, a soft scrubbing tool, a rag, and some

“Yes you can do it now,” he said as he walked towards me, “I’ll help you”

I didn’t even have time to protest before he wrapped an arm around my waist and threw me onto the living room couch. He placed all other items on the floor and placed me on my side. I didn’t like where this was going, I didn’t even understand what was happening yet!

“This is the stain, right?” Chan asked as he pointed to the big splotch on the sweater, which sat above my ribs.

“Obviously dumbass” I replied. Snarky, I know, but I’m confused.

“Okay. Then stay still as I clean it.” With that, Chan grabbed a damp cloth, poured a few drops of soap on it, held my hip with one hand, and began to rub the cloth on the sweater with his other hand.

I don’t think I’ve yelled so loud in my life.

“FUhuhuck wait wahait!!” I yelled out. It’s too intense!!

“Nope, I’ve waited long enough”

What an ass!

“Careful hyung you might get kicked” Hyunjin intruded. I just shot him a glare and tried to cover my side.

“Oh no no no, hands up” Chan said.

I just stared at him (probably definitely blushing). Did he seriously expect me to keep my arms raised, here in the living room, in front of everyone, and not lower them?! He’s a madma-

“He’s too weak for that, hold on” I heard Changbin say. Who was he to help Chan and not me?!

“Ya don’t make this into a big deheheal!! Just let me go wash it and I’ll give it back-” I was cut off by Changbin forcefully grabbing my wrists and holding them barely above my chin, as if to taunt me by making me be so close to covering my sides but unable to do so.

“You clearly need some help figuring out how to keep things clean.. be ready to cover his mouth, Bin.” Chan said.

I had nowhere to go and nothing I could do except kick my legs out until Chan sat on them and began to harshly drag the rag up and down my ribs, digging in the entire way.

“AHAHehahahehaAHA WAhahit!! HahaHAHAE WhaHAHAIT!!” I laughed out loudly as he purposefully dug the rag into my side.

“This stain is a tough one..” he said.

“Noho it’s nOHOT!! AHAHAHA” I screamed as he kept going, “STOP! STOHOhohaHAHA”.

My face flushed red as I saw Chan and Bin simply watching me and laugh. I saw the other members, too, smiling over at me. I felt relieved humiliated.

I’ve never been one to beg anyone for anything. Ever. But..

“PLEHEASE! STOHOP PLease plehehease!! PlehahaHAHAHEA AAHHHHAHA” I yelled out as fast as I could until Chan began to slow down the pace.

“I think it’s mostly off now.. it’ll do.”

I was let go and immediately slammed my hands down to cover my sides, one wet from the soapy cloth. Chan giggled down at me as I quickly stood up and went to find another sweater. Idiot.

I changed quickly and threw Chan’s into the washer, not without a glare at him beforehand though.

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have we talked about teacher girlies first family outing with matty and annie once annie knows thsir together?? what did they do? where did they go?

Omg, we have not talked about this!! It's very interesting to think about too. there are so many options, but I think it would be very casual and chill! Maybe Matty would plan for a big first family outing, going to a play or out for a big day, but I think it ends up so relaxed.

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I can see it being just a walk in the park with the three of you and Mayhem! You wake up there for one of the first times and come downstairs completely giddy. Because what do you mean you're at your boyfriend's house, and you slept over, and now you can come down and see him and his daughter?? Crazy!

You come downstairs to the perfect domestic vision, Annie sat at the kitchen table colouring in with mayhem snoring at her feet with Matty pottering away in the kitchen beind you. She has a glass of orange juice in her favourite Paw Patrol cup, and her face lights up when she sees you walk in.

“Miss y/n! Come see what im colouring” she says, waving you over with a cheesy smile. Mayhem perks up when you walk over too, and you can hear his tail whacking against the table leg as it wags. You give him a soft stroke on the head and stand back up to look at Annie's colouring, “Wow Annie it's beautiful! Also, you don't have to call me miss y/n when we’re at home sweetie, just y/n is okay” You smile and rub her hair as you speak, twirling her ringlets in your fingers.

Her jaw drops slightly, and you can see her thinking look on her face as she processes. Trying to disconnect teacher-you from home-you is quite a lot for a 6-year-old brain to handle.

Whilst she’s still thinking Matty slides into your side, grabbing your hip and pressing a kiss to your cheek as he places a cup of tea on the table in front of you, “Morning baby, m’ just making some pancakes. You want some?” 

His voice is still perfectly scratchy from sleep, and you hum happily at the feeling of his hand on your skin, pressing yourself back against him with a warm smile. “Mm sounds good, thank you, love.” You spin in his grip then, and immediately your mouth dries at the sight of him.

He's wearing his glasses, and you can see a light dusting of flour on the lenses. his slight stubble is at the perfect stage where it's just scrathy enough to feel but not to leave beard burn. His curls are a mess as obviously hadn't fixed his bedhead yet, and you couldn't be happier. He's shirtless and wearing low-slung tartan pyjama trousers that are begging to be inched down slightly more.

Matty can feel your eyes on his body and smirks as you trace every inch of him. When you finally meet his eyes again, he can't help but smirk and say, “You done?” with a teasing laugh. You should be embarrassed, but you can't bring yourself to be, just feeling so happy and loved up that any embarrassment melts away. 

“Mm not quite,” you say, leaning back and looking him over once more, “Okay now im done, thanks” and you give him a cheeky peck on the lips before he walks back into the kitchen. You watch him walk away because you are nothing if not a whore, but you spin back around quickly when Annie giggles. 

“You kissed my daddy,” she says, giggling and kicking her feet, “because you like like him” She nods as she speaks, going back to colouring with a shy smile on her face. You hear Matty laugh from the kitchen at her words, and you can't help but giggle too, looking at Annie and giving her an accepting nod. 

You all sit down for breakfast together, and it's domestic bliss, really. Eating Matty’s surprisingly good pancakes and talking about your plans for the day. Annie brings up the idea of walking mayhem together, and you look at Matty for confirmation before agreeing, "That sounds lovely, sweet girl, good idea."

You all get wrapped up in coats and hats, and even Mayhem is getting his coat on. Annie looks like a pile of coats by the end, Matty wrapping her in about 20 layers to make sure she doesn't get a cold despite your protests that she’ll be okay. You shut up his worried rambling with a dizzying kiss, and he pulls away, blinking heavily and with no thoughts in his head.

Annie is walking a few steps in front of you, holding Mayhem under close supervision. He is a good boy and doesn't tug the lead, but he's so big that if he did, Annie would go flying, so you both keep an eye. But you and Matty walk a few paces behind holding hands and acting like lovesick teenagers the whole time. Staring at each other and stealing kisses, squeezing the other's hand, and smiling. You heard Annie say “eww” to Mayhem after a kiss went on a little too long, and he can't help but pull apart from Matty laughing. 

Once you get to the fenced-in park, mayhem goes off lead, and he and Annie are running around together like crazy people, sprinting and jumping. You and Matty sit on the bench watching them, your head on Matty's shoulder, and he strokes up and down your arm.

“I used to think about things like this all the time, you know?” You say to Matty, watching Annie and holding in your giggles at how funny she looks running around with a dog who is practically 2x the size of her.

Matty hums thoughtfully before he speaks, “Things like what sweetheart? Watching my daughter run around like a maniac at 10 am?”

You laugh and lightly slap Matty, bringing your head up to look him in the eyes before you speak, “No just domestic stuff like this with you. Eating breakfast, walking the dog, hanging out with Annie. I can't quite believe it’s real” you bringing your hand up to matty's red cheek, warming the cold skin under your palm.

Matty smiles sweetly and twists his face to kiss your palm, pulling back to say, “It's very real, baby. But I was the same. Waking up to see you next to me this morning was so weird. Wasn't sure if I was still dreaming for a few minutes”

You can't help but snort and call matty cheesy, but your smile and the quick peck you give him tell him how much his words really mean to you. You pull away from the kiss after a few seconds and look into his eyes for a bit before tracing his face, committing it to memory. 

Soon, Annie calls Matty over to run around with her and mayhem, and he does. Leaving you sitting on the bench watching your little family running around like maniacs in front of you, and you couldn't be happier.

[zenaidamacrouras1]

bucky anxiety scale based on how clingy to steve he is (specifically in hot neighbor and backhoe)

Um yes I adore this! It's not something I have thought about concretely but it makes perfect sense to me and is definitely how I have written them.

What's so beautiful about it is that Steve (and the reader) (okay and also Becca in whatever universe I haven't murdered her in, obviously) are often the only ones that know about the secret Bucky anxiety scale because he's so good at hiding it with most people.

And Steve being somewhat bad at feelings, which is not an insult, I think Steve cares about feelings and wants to be useful re: feelings but that does not mean he's all that good at them which I think is very charming actually.

I digress (who me, digress?) but my dearest friend in the world who I would die for and has my kids in her will and I just spent like 20 hours landscaping the yard in her new house in extreme heat because giving people berry plants in aesthetic arrangements and researching soil amendments is how I show affection. Anyway this dear human is so good at feelings that I sometimes don't want to tell her things because she is so perceptive and empathetic and lovely that I can't handle it when I'm already on the edge. I have learned to text her and say, "this terrible thing happened please don't respond I'm in my masculine stare at the wall in a manful fashion stage of grief and I can't handle kind words" and she always gets it ( because she is so fucking good at feelings)(i love her).

BUT ANYWAY I think Bucky is a person who wants to have control over how he is perceived (more so than most) and Steve is one of the few people that is not the case for.

I think one reason that Bucky can trust Steve with his messiest messy parts is that sometimes Steve is a little oblivious and doesn't even notice exactly how messy Bucky is being.

Or Bucky can pretend Steve doesn't notice. Steve sometimes does notice, he's not that bad, and as they know each other better over time, he can see right through the old Bucky Barnes razzle dazzle. (he loves and respects the razzle dazzle. Seeing through it only makes it more charming to Steve). And he has learned Bucky likes him to pretend he doesn't notice when Bucky is a 10 on the old Cling to Steve-o-meter.

Which is fine by Steve as he just wants to be helpful. So Bucky can cling away and Steve will be like, "hey feel like having tacos tonight, Buck? How about I cook and you sit on the counter next to me, if you don't mind."

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Blowing Raspberries by u/Apprehensive-Year513

Blowing Raspberries Jealousy is a green eyed monster over which one eats their own heart out. The Princess of Wales is obviously a big provocation for Meghan Markle. The jealousy she has for the next Queen is palpable, on full display. In 2020, Catherine had to celebrate her birthday with the news of Harry and Meghan "stepping back" from their royal roles. In 2023, Harry's fictional autobiography was released around her birthday. It's a well observed pattern that this couple cannot handle the Royal Family being in the headlines. They are predictable. This is a farce and a sham. It is sad that a woman in her forties is so threatened by another, resorts to grade school tactics. For all her speeches about feminism, she has no feminism for women she is envious of. Catherine committed the great sin of not wanting to be her worshipping best friend thus she must perpetually suffer the consequences. She has a functional husband, who is her equal and clearly is still smitten with her. Her children and family are absolutely besotted with her. She has a purpose and role in this world as well as the captivation of the international stage. She has everything Meghan doesn't have. She is everything Meghan is not and will never be. Meghan isn't fooling anyone except her cabal of toxic sycophants. Catherine bravely shares her health story along with the announcement of her attendance at Trooping the Colour. This was on the back of a relentless storm of bullying of where she in fact was, when anyone paying attention knew where she was; at home recovering from health issues. In an unsurprising fashion, more of Meghan's jam just happens to make an appearance. Raspberry jam from a business that has no products to sell, a business with the worst launch model imaginable. Jam can be purchased to support a local business not line Meghan’s greedy pockets. Meghan isn't seen for weeks and it's just another day. Catherine goes on medical leave and the press collectively loses their minds. Meghan has to be the pettiest woman in media. She also is without subtlety. To target a woman battling cancer is beyond the pale. She has no shame. Harry, who once had a close, warm relationship with Catherine lets his wife demean the sister he never had. They have thrown all benefit of the doubt out the window. This couple deserves each other. People don't support Catherine because they think she's perfect or above reproach. Catherine is appreciated for her dignity and steadfastness. She has an elegance for young girls to emulate, which Meghan lacks. Meghan complained the media was pitting the two women against each other when she is the biggest culprit of such. Many more plates have to be smashed to compensate that she will never have the love of the people. A problem she set in motion herself. At every opportunity, she blew it. In the old Vaudeville shows, a hook extended from off stage to pull away a bad performer. The world is laughing at this couple. They aren't respected or inspirational. They are mocked around the world. They have literally turned into tabloid parodies of themselves. Which is humorous given they take themselves so seriously as world leaders. They will never be in on the joke because they are the joke they have made themselves out to be. Laughingstocks green with envy. post link: https://ift.tt/NevL85x author: Apprehensive-Year513 submitted: June 16, 2024 at 04:51PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[great-cats]

The Compress Analysis (2/?)

(From: This Post) Ⅰ - Ⅱ - ...

Part Ⅱ: The Mask

Yep, I see the mask as a key part of his character to the point where it simply must get a section of its own in this increasingly more insane ramble. One may immediately assume that the thing is used for identity concealment. While this is partially true, I reckon that its primary purpose is the concealment of his emotions, as implied in the ultra analysis entry for him (attached below). He may have a near perfect handle on his body language, but I will personally headcanon that he has a terrible poker face until the day I die. As a villain, his identity is going to come out at some point, you know? Even after the Kamino raid (where he got doxxed the hell out of), he continued to wear the mask up until his ta-da moment in 294. So with that info, we can reasonably assume that identity was on the back burner, and emotion/dramatics took centre stage. The latter option is thrown in because he obviously was saving that reveal to an extent. One can even go so far as to assume he hadn’t even taken his mask off around the league, which would be pretty interesting. We don’t ever see him without it while he’s with them, after all.

Beyond keeping his facial expressions behind closed doors, the mask may very well bolster Atsuhiro’s confidence. We don’t particularly see much of this in action given he wore the thing for so long and has only a select few moments of casual interaction, but I still like to think of it as a very real possibility. For all intents and purposes, Atsuhiro Sako is just a normal man with an interesting background and some past poverty. Despite this, the villain that is Mr.Compress– or what quite nicely amounts to a stage persona –is flamboyant, clever, and has a penchant for monologuing. I quite like to create a separation between “Mr.Compress” and “Atsuhiro Sako” because of this disparity. The latter is the flawed man behind the mask whilst the former is a faux, ideal identity put on for the audience. Only in those rude remarks and reckless actions do we see the facade begin to slip. So, what of the moment in the climax of chapter 294 in which he throws that covering off? Well, for starters, he couldn’t not. Jeanist’s quirk could nab anything fibrous, and the fellow couldn’t take any chances. But, beyond that, Atsuhiro thought that moment would wind up his final stand. What’s the use of concealment if you’re going to die soon? He might as well make things flashy.

A big thing in my opinion regarding the mask is how it often reflects Atsuhiro’s status. While I do like to make the distinction between him and Mister as mentioned prior, again, there’s that smidge of him shining through. When he lost his arm, the mask was solemn and in the times he was at his best, it portrayed a smug/snide grin. That grin in particular is by far his most iconic design! It gets the cogs turning in my head when his real emotions don’t seem to match it, though, Regardless of how Atsuhiro is really feeling, that mask keeps up the smile until it’s either broken or otherwise removed. It circles us back to that emotion concealment point, if that wasn’t already obvious. In pursuit of the perfect villain and the next in line for the illustrious goals and teachings of the late Peerless Thief. Atsuhiro has no room for error with that heavy load on his shoulders and must keep up appearances, even if he has to hide behind a smiling mask to do so. But why hold this legacy in such high regard? Atsuhiro claimed that it was the very reason he was there with the league, so what could’ve possibly gotten the man to be so dead set on the wishes of a long gone relative he likely never met? Perhaps, answers to questions like that could be found in what minimal information we know about…

Ah dear! That's part three exclusive content!! Tune in for "The Upbringing" later in which we'll pick right back up from where we left off!

[madfishmonger]

Character Death in TTRPGs

Before you begin a new game session with a group, discuss how you plan to handle character death before you begin play. Waiting until a character dies is a bad time to bring it up as some people get attached to their characters and can get emotional. But before you discuss death, it helps to discuss the intended tone of the game. Are the players expecting a drama? Epic adventure? Comedy? Horror? A combination of two or more themes? Discuss this with the group first, as it will set the stage for choosing a theme-appropriate way to manage character death. A wacky cartoon with permadeath might be off-putting, or an epic adventure game might be less challenging without killing off characters, so knowing the intended tone gives you a good start. Sometimes the theme can shift as the game develops, but it's good to start in the same general mindset.

Here's a list of options for character death management to present to your group. You can choose one or several which can apply depending on the situation.

This list can also be used by a GM to consider alternatives to permadeath when the scenario presents itself.

When a character gains the dead condition as per the rules of the game...

the character dies, player creates a new one (permadeath)

the character dies, but with effort the party can resurrect them*

the character isn’t dead, but badly injured and needs time to recover before being playable*

the character goes out in a blaze of glory, dying in a way that helps the party and/or plot, the player makes a new character

no characters die, they are knocked out and can wake after a set time has passed (such as overnight)

no characters die, they are knocked out and pop back up at 1 HP after combat

the character loses a body part or ability due to the injury, but it is replaced with an alternative (e.g. a cybernetic leg or magical vision)

the remaining party band together in a dramatic and novel way to save the downed character

*The player gets to play some NPCs while they wait for their character to recover so they still get to participate.

The group/GM may occasionally want to revisit the rules under certain circumstances and allow for (consensual) exceptions.

For example, your game is a no-permadeath game but this particular boss fight sets a character up for a perfect blaze-of-glory death and the player is fine with it (the player may even initiate it), the GM can allow a permadeath for that scene, then go back to no-permadeath for the rest.

In another example, a new player joins a game with permadeath, but is killed in their first battle. The player put a lot of effort into this brand-new character and is very unhappy. The GM can choose to allow the character to survive so the player has a chance to actually play the character they worked on and continue the game.

I hope this helps, and if there are any other options for character death that you've played with, let me know! Edit: Just added two thanks to some feedback.

Obviously this doesn't apply to games like Die Laughing where your character is supposed to be killed off, but I think having this discussion (about the theme if nothing else) when you start a game can help prevent some issues later on.

Happy gaming!

[princess-of-the-corner]

Thanks for the reblog on the Lila post!

Also seeing as Lila & Heroes Dy came up, I had a theory regarding that for Queens Second Chance. Obviously your story but its a thought. (Also I may blur over to 12 Kwami/Altered Butterfly lore a bit, apologies its habit XD)

So, LB & Chat know the gist of what went down in the future & that a big event is coming up on Heroes Day. What is the plan once QB spills all the tea?

Cos some part of them would just like to have Ladybug on hand to either deal with illusions or give a public statement to calm panic.

But this is also the only time Hawk Moth leaves his home base before 'whatever' he did in QB's original timeline that fucked them all up.

This is too good of a chance to waste!

Stage 1: Recruitment!

QB wants to recruit all the other heroes, Fu is strenuously against it, feeling that the original timelines bad end proves his point. However, he is compelled to at leas give them a test.

Kim doesn't, not just cos of himself though Luka probably can't/won't be picked for now cos Sass may be semi out of commission & regardless Fu wants Sass far away from HK. Max has a fifty fifty chance of being recruits given the powers of Voyage but he may be deemed a bit to "In his own head". Kagami is recruits as she already has combat skills & can & will fight even when lacking in powers.

Stage 2: Remove or ambush key Akuma.

The most important Akuma to Hawk Moth's plan or the most dangerous that will still show up are:

Nadja, integral for spreading panic Kim, because he can make more Akuma Volpina, the entire plan relies on her after all Sandboy, like fuck any of them want to deal with that again Minon, not integral to the plan but if she has dolls of them, they're screwed.

Minon is easy just swing by her house the night before & grab the dolls, promise her they'll come play with her later. Sandboy is harder, but maybe his family suddenly found themselves winning a deluxe holiday or basically any other reason to GTFO of Paris.

Kim could be handled by telling him the truth but there's fear HK won't show himself if things don't go too well, same for Nadja & Volpina. So rather than take them out before hand or right away the plan is to basically wait in ambush.

IE, Ladybug, Rena & Carapace will stealth up on Nadja to both drop her Akuma and make a public announcement on her camera to keep Paris calm.

Queen Bee, Chat & Kagami will be stalking Kim's flight path in order to ambush him the second Hawk Moth shows his face as Kim stayed in hiding to surprise Akumatize people.

This let's them reassure Paris, keep Kim calmed down so there's no new Akuma and catch HK flat footed. his army might be an issue but that is also what Kagami is for.

IE, she goes all Wind Dragon and blasts them away to clear a path to Hawk Moth. Then Carapace either needs to trap him or all of them in a shield so they can curbstomp his ass.

3: The Wheels come off

As fun as it'd be for this go succeed and end in a rousing round of Gabriel stomping. Gabriel is, for all his issues commanding an army, a good schemer. He will notice something is off either before this goes into motion or right when everything starts going to hell.

He's too proud to quit just like that though and does still have his army and so hopes to brute force it. Still, he almost certainly calls Lila in to act as his shadow and body double if shit goes south.

If its like canon, Nathalie may also make for the Peacock right away even if it means a big risk to her life.

Or Gabriel's survival instincts kick in & he starts manifesting a Familiar. early.

Whatever the case, with a combo of Lila & outsider intervention, he escapes.

Chloe likely destroys the nearest objects in a rage, cos yeah at this point HK almost certainly knows some kind of prophecy, time travel shenanigan's have happened.

This means he can blame all his failures on that rather than him sucking or his foes being perfect and is further enraged because it means he had won and they took it from him.

Cue a trip to Shanghai.

Note: also if Max was taken on he'd be on hand either for evacuation, or to help with scattering the villains, or the ambushes.

That's just my take though.

Fantastic plan!

[find-roronoa-zoro]

Roronoa Zoro X CisFem Reader CW : Death

17

Everything happened so fast, perhaps it would feel that way regardless; no matter how sick he was or how old you were it would always be too soon. Two days before, at 3:14AM Marco called to tell you Pops was gone, and you hadn't shed a single tear. Things had to be done. The boys had to be taken care of.

There was a light snow falling making the night feel quieter.

"Do you want me to put on some music?" Zoro asked softly resting his chin on your head.

You hummed in affirmation and he shifted to get his phone. Since Pops passed away he'd been sleeping in your bed. You didn't want to leave your brothers but Zoro also brought a sense of calm and comfort. He obviously didn't mind the switch in sleeping arrangements. All that mattered at the moment was that you were ok. He was quite concerned that you had yet to cry. The days before you had no problem breaking down once the two of you were alone, but now you just stayed quiet and stared off into space. Perhaps you had exhausted all of your tears, but he had a feeling it was just building.

Soft music filled your room as his arms made their way back around you.

"It's almost three." he murmured.

"I'm not sleepy." you buried your face in his shoulder.

"That's ok. We can just lay here." he rubbed comforting circles on your back, "Do you need anything?"

"This is perfect. Thank you."

After a few quiet moments, someone tapped on your bedroom door.

"Yes?" you called rising from your boyfriend's chest.

The door cracked open as Luffy peeked in, "Can I sleep in here?"

"Of course baby," you answered climbing over Zoro to grab blankets to spread on the carpet. As you were making Luffy's pallet there was another knock.

"Come in."

"Uh...is it ok..." Ace trailed off catching sight of what you were doing.

"Yes Freckles, you'll need more blankets though."

Ace turned to fetch more blankets and bumped into Sabo.

"I'll get pillows." the blond murmured disappearing down the hall.

Ten minutes later all three of your baby brothers were camped out on your bedroom floor. For a moment you worried it would be awkward with Zoro in the bed with you but the only person who seemed to care was you. Besides, it wasn't like he was going to try anything while you were not really emotionally available.

He was really handling this whole situation better than you expected. Normally the beginning stages of a relationship are the most affectionate and yours was spent full of tears and anxiety, none of that being his fault, but he seemed to roll with it all. Zoro, of course, just wanted you to be comfortable and happy if right now things had to feel more platonic then so be it.

You rested your head on his shoulder while you both stared at the ceiling.

"Luffy, get your cold ass feet out of my blanket." Ace muttered kicking the youngest's feet.

"But, you're warm." Luffy kicked back, "I'm wearing socks."

"Stop, you're kicking me, idiots." Sabo grumbled.

In a matter of seconds, a WWE match was taking place in the middle of your room. Instead of scolding them and breaking up their fight you found yourself unable to contain your laughter. Uncontrolled melodic giggles pushed passed your lips eventually stopping your brother's brawl. Zoro turned on his side, your laugh had to be one of the greatest sounds ever created.

He was a bit alarmed to see tears rolling down your cheeks. Your laughter quickly turning into sobs and hiccups. Zoro pulled you into a seated position and held you against his chest.

"It's alright." he murmured against your temple.

Your brothers drooped back, all three feeling guilty for bringing on whatever kind of manic episode you were experiencing. Of course, it wasn't their fault.

"Are you ok?" Sabo questioned once you'd calmed down.

"S-sorry you guys," you mumbled wiping your face with your shirt, "it just reminded me of when you were little."

You turned to see them all watching you with puppy dog eyes.

"I'm not sad... it was just cute, and I couldn't help but think of how Pops would burst in and yell at us for being loud in the middle of the night."

"We were always getting yelled at huh?" Ace rubbed his nape.

"We really were brats though." you chuckled.

"You still are," Zoro added making you pout and push him.

"F/N?" Luffy called quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Would it be ok if you read?"

You smiled at your little brother and turned the lamp on your side table up to the next setting.

"Your book is on the desk."

After handing you the book everyone settled back into their bedding while you sat against Zoro and turned to the first chapter.

_____________

"Goddamnit, does it always take this long for you people to get ready, yoi?" Marco shouted down the hall.

Ace was in the shower, Sabo and Luffy had gone back to their rooms and you and Zoro were getting dressed in yours.

"Yes!" You and Sabo called back.

"Just hurry up. We have a schedule to keep with the funeral home." Marco's voice got further away as he went downstairs.

"You think this is ok? Shouldn't I be wearing black?" Zoro asked buttoning his navy shirt and tucking it into charcoal gray trousers.

"It's fine, Tiger." you were pinning your hair back at your vanity, "You didn't have a black suit anyway, and I think you look nicer in gray."

"I guess that's all that matters then." he flipped his collar up and began tying his tie.

You stood and slipped into the dress you'd picked. It was black with a boat neckline, three-quarter sleeves and an A-line skirt, Pop's had always liked it on you.

"Can you zip me?" you asked turning your back to Zoro who obliged, "How's this? Too much?"

He felt a little bad for all of the thoughts that dress elicited considering the occasion - 'too much' was definitely not one of them.

"Perfect." he finally managed.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Can I rant at you please because my eras tour show is in exactly two weeks and I am freaking out!!!!!!

So context I got tickets for two shows but had to sell one of them because i couldn't afford it.

Now I am so scared I sold the wrong ones, what if they have a better view? What if the sound tower is in the way of my view? That tower haunts my dreams I swear because I am like 99% sure that they do block my view and I'm so scared. What if they get better surprise songs than me?

I know I'll have a good time anyway and it doesn't really matter but I think I might break down crying if I get there and can't actually see the stage.

Taylor means so much to me I am not even exaggerating I love her so much she's my everything so I'm kind of putting pressure on this to be perfect but I know that that will lead me to disappointment but I can't stop because I think of that stupid sound tower literally everywhere I go.

I'm not good with crowds and noise so I NEVER EVER go to concerts. Taylor is literally the only person I would ever go to a concert for and this is my first one so I will be so sad if I can't see her but I already sold the other tickets and sorted my travel out for my show and stuff so I can't change it ?? I'm dying!!! I am also neuro divergent and I'm scared I'll have a meltdown and have to leave and I don't know how good Wembley is at handling that stuff

What if my tickets don't work? What if my bag is too big or there is something in there I can't take in but forgot that I'm not allowed and they don't even let me in?

I'm in section 220 and sold seats in 515 which I thought was a good idea because 220 is closer but 515 is more center onto the stage and I didn't think of that while I was deciding and now I'm regretting it.

Also what if they're sold out of the merch I want? What if I'm behind someone with a sign or those big hats? What if my section is so dead not singing because if it is I would be so self conscious to be the only one singing so I wouldn't and that would be so sad. What if it's the other way and there is someone SCREECHING next to me.

I'm so anxious and I'm scared I will ruin this for myself which I really don't want to do because this is literally my dream and I don't know if I'll have the money to go next time she's on tour I'm so scared it's not going to be perfect but if I put too much pressure on it I'll be disappointed whatever happens.

Also I never wear dresses but I am to this (evermore dress and cloak) and I'm scared I'll feel really self conscious wearing it in public and stuff (being plus-sized will kill me to death I swear). Also I am hyper-sweaty so I'm scared I will smell because there will be a lot of dancing and jumping

This was long but everyone else thinks I'm crazy for caring so much about a concert but they don't understand what tay means to be she's saved my life about a gazillion times and comforts me more than anyone (through her music obviously I'm not friends with her). I'm just so nervous

Also this is Greece anon btw as well (that trip was so fun as well I got back last week I had such a great time)

Thanks for letting me rant at you ig and sorry this was so long

Hi hon!

First of all, next time you have Taylor tickets to sell, I'm your guy, alright? :P

Let's talk through some of your fears:

The sound tower- I'm pretty sure those seats that are obstructed by the tower have to be sold as obstructed. But if they aren't, there are a few solutions to this. First, you can ask a staff member if it's possible to move to an empty seat (there will be empty seats. there were at my concert date, because of stupid ticket resellers), second, you can use the big screens to see anything you miss, and third, you can walk around to find a spot to stand at. A lot of people at my date stood in places that weren't even their seats.

Surprise songs- your surprise songs will mean the world to you because they are yours. I didn't get DBATC as my surprise song, which was my dream, but literally every time my surprise songs come on, I get so excited because they were MINE. They'll hold a special place in your heart no matter what they are.

Seat locations- 220 is better than 515, definitely. You made the right choice.

Neurodivergency/crowds- I'm also neurodivergent and the crowds werent that bad- the only time I struggled a bit was in the merch line. Other than that, it was very controlled. If you're worried, you could also get loop ear plugs? I got those and it helped with noise. I'd also suggest cough drops because singing for 3 hours hurts the throat lol.

Tickets/bags- your tickets will work, hon. those horror stories are just that- horror stories. And if you accidentally bring something you're not supposed to, they'll just throw it out, they won't kick you out.

Merch- I got in the merch line during the openers and I got a size 2x blue crewneck no problem <3

The crowd- I don't remember the crowd at all during my show. I don't remember if people were screaming or not saying a word. I just remember that I was screaming. Ignore the crowd and focus on you, hon. Screw everyone else. You don't know these people! Who cares if they think you're too loud or too sweaty. If they think that, they're spending their time judging you instead of simping over Taylor and I feel bad for them

On the outfit. You will slay. Dress in layers, take a cute picture at the beginning, and then don't worry if you end up looking like trash. By the end of the night, the best Swifties will have mascara running down their cheeks and ruined hair from sweating from jumping. AS. THEY. SHOULD.

I totally understand all the overthinking. But when you get in there, it's all gonna go away. I promise, all you'll be able to think about is how amazing it is <3

[szallejhscorner]

Goodbye, my Friend

This one is for @vesta-ro. They requested a scenario based on the CiaD-Y/N, where they and Kyuuma had been really close in the real life and they get a chance to say goodbye before the end of the King of Clubs game. Which doesn’t please Chishiya at all :D

It was really fun to work on something a bit different this time!

Leaving the camp and all your friends still feels wrong somehow. The Witch Hunt has caused so many deaths and the survivors just found together again, only for you to scoot away with Chishiya early in the morning. Has Kuina been mad when waking up and noticing you weren’t there anymore, or wasn’t she surprised at all? Will they be fine? What games will they choose to play, and who will survive till the end?

What games will you play?

Everything about the second stage is uncertain. It is obviously much more dangerous and difficult than what you went through these last weeks, and it scares you. Having Chishiya on your side is only a mild comfort in that, since he will most likely chase every single Diamonds game he can find and you can’t tell what feels worse – knowing he could die in one of them or being left alone since you definitely won’t accompany him into one. 

On top of that, what if Chishiya decides your presence has been enough? That man really has a talent to leave unnoticed at every occasion, and there’s always a chance of waking up one morning without him next to you. It is a frightening thought, that he might leave you and die in a game, and you’d never know what happened to him, but this is the way games are played in this world. 

So many deaths. Quick ones, slow ones. The trauma it caused the survivors is never to be forgotten. And still… up to this day, none of the deceased ones has been close to you. There have been a couple of faces you recognized from real life; people you had sometimes passed in stores and cafés or something, but none you’d call an acquaintance or even friend.

The more you think about it, the less you want to see an old friend here. The chance of them dying is far too big, and you’re not sure that’s a pain you would be able to handle. 

The fear of losing Chishiya is already enough, and the same goes for the new friends you have made since arriving here – the ones that are still alive after all.

You gulp when the image of Ichika’s lifeless body emerges from your memories, shot dead by Niragi who has mercilessly hunted down anyone in the Beach to find the Witch. Just another reminder that Death never makes fair choices but ones a simple human will never comprehend.

The dark thoughts make you completely unobservant to your surroundings, and only the sound of a loud Gong! causes you to flinch and finally look up from the splintered concrete beneath your feet. You frantically look around to find its source, until Chishiya nods towards a clock tower in the distance, announcing the time as 12AM. Right above the clock face you notice two stag heads bumping their antlers against each other, twelve times in total. 

“Twelve times…” you mutter, and Chishiya hums, understanding your thoughts. “…twelve games. The start signal.”

Further away, the echo of shots bounces off the walls around you, making you shiver. A sniper, most likely, and you suppose they belong to one of the games. The second stage has begun and already people are dying. 

“Chishiya…” you begin, your voice merely more than a whisper, “I know you’ll want to participate in one of the Diamonds games. But… can we keep on walking, for just a bit longer? The fresh air helps to clear my mind, and I don’t think all three Diamonds games will be cleared that fast.”

His grunt is more than enough proof that he doesn’t like that idea too much, but he doesn’t keep you from heading towards the river. You reach for his hand, glad that he accompanies you anyway. A bit more of peace is all you want before diving head first into new games, and you have a feeling that the water will be the perfect place to provide that to you. 

The buildings around you get smaller and the river comes in sight, its water so clear and unpolluted that life has found its way back into the flowing cold. Fish scales are glinting under the surface, uncaring for your presence as you let your hand slide into the river. 

Humans aren’t a threat anymore here in this world. It should make you happy for nature, but somehow it’s more a sad thought; a reminder that humans aren’t really important and humanity isn’t meant to last. 

Lost in thought, you merely keep track of time passing. It must have been at least an hour since Chishiya or you both spoke a word, with the sound of your footsteps on the ground being the only thing that fills the silence, and you’re not entirely sure if it’s comfortable or not. 

You follow the river until it meets the ocean, the never-ending blue that is both so fascinating and incredibly dangerous. 

“I wonder what’s on the other side”, you ponder while watching the waves, “if there is a world outside of Tokyo.”

Chishiya follows your glance and hums, his lips curled up into the tiniest smirk. “Hatter tried to send out players using sailboats. They never came back, but red lasers were seen somewhere out there.”

“So if you try to run away, you’ll die?”

He nods, continuing to walk further along the harbor site. Not far in the distance, hundreds if not thousands of containers are stacked upon each other, creating a labyrinth of metal that will never sail the seven seas again. A sad yet fascinating thought, and something pulls you towards the containers, an unexplainable urge to go there and read the signs that you won’t understand anyway. Numbers and letters representing countries and companies, and yet you’ll never know what contents they carried – from yellow bath ducks to the most expensive luxury furniture. 

Chishiya doesn’t question why you’re heading towards that part of the harbor despite the King of Clubs blimp hovering in the air just above the metal labyrinth. This is a game venue, but you don’t want to participate. Now that you’re almost there, you spot a narrow path next to the containers, only a few inches of concrete between metal and the sea; a pathway that doesn’t seem to belong to the game. 

“Are you sure-“ Chishiya starts, but you don’t let him finish. 

Without a word, you squeeze past the first container, the sound of untamable shores right next to your feet. The noise of the blimp isn’t as loud as you’d expect being so close to it, and the huge banner with the King of Clubs on it moves gently with the wind. No noise comes from the other side of the metal wall, and you wonder if something happened there already. The second stage has just started, so maybe the game hasn’t even begun. 

The blonde huffs behind you, not exactly happy with the way you chose for your walk. You must be careful not to lose your footing, otherwise you’ll end up soaked in salt water, and the same goes for Chishiya. Although the thought of the blonde tumbling into the ocean makes you giggle. It would be cute seeing him helpless and out of control just for once, as long as it’s a benign situation. 

“Someone’s there”, you hear his muttering voice, and it makes you look up from the floor. Immediately, you spot an opening in the container wall, and a lone man is standing there, hands stretched out and face lifted towards the sky.

While being completely naked.

But that is not what makes you halt in an instant. It’s not the fact that you can see the bare and amazingly well-built man in all his glory. It’s not his shoulder-long hair waving in the wind, not the thoughtful look on his face. Not the metal bracelet around his wrist. 

It is the fact that you know exactly who this man is that causes you to inhale sharply. 

“Ginji…?” you whisper, not sure if you can believe what your eyes are showing you. 

The man turns as soon as he hears your voice, his expression as startled as yours. Once you can see his face, there is not a single doubt left: this is Kyuuma Ginji. Nudist, band leader, first love of your life. 

He’s here, in the Borderlands. And if there is one thing you know, then that this can never be a good thing. 

The way Kyuuma mutters your name makes you feel things you never thought you’d ever feel again. A familiarity is in his voice, a kindness that has been the center of your life for a long time until your ways had parted. Both of you had been young, and life moved on, with either of you choosing different directions to follow. Years had passed where you barely thought about him, but now, everything returns. 

Before you realize, you find yourself in a tight hug, not at all embarrassed by the fact that Kyuuma is still entirely nude. A lot more muscles than you remember move under his sun-warmed skin, and he’s taller than when you last met. But his eyes, the soulfulness and kindness in them, haven’t changed a bit. 

Kyuuma grabs your shoulder with one hand, pushing you away just a bit so he can see your face. With the other hand, he grabs your wrist, scanning it for something. Probably a bracelet of the kind he is wearing. “How?” he wonders, “how did you enter the game?”

You swallow. That Kyuuma is participating in such a high game doesn’t feel right. Until now you hadn’t even known that he’s here in the Borderlands, but you don’t want anything bad to happen to him. “I didn’t”, you answer honestly. “We were taking a walk, and I must have found some kind of loophole. But… what about you? How come you’re here, too? And why are you participating in this game? The King of Clubs, on top of that!”

A shadow covers his eyes, a sadness that feels heavy on your shoulder where his hand still remains. “Because I am the King.”

“That’s… no way. Stop kidding, Ginji! This isn’t the place for jokes right now.”

Sometimes, silence gives away more about the truth than a thousand words, and when he doesn’t answer, you take a few steps back while shaking your head. “No. No, no, no!” 

You’re no fool. If Kyuuma is truly a citizen – and you know him well enough to tell when he’s lying and when not – then it’s obvious that one of you won’t survive the end of this stage. Either the players will win, or the citizens. The Borderlands leave no space for something in between. 

Tears well up in your eyes, blurring the image of your dear friend and the wonderful sight of the ocean to your right. “That can’t be. It’s not fair, I-… I just found you!”

Kyuuma laughs, and the sound of it breaks your heart. He is always so gentle and genuine, despite the circumstances. “Would it have been any different if you’d found me earlier?” He asks, not expecting you to answer at all. His hand finds the way back to your shoulder and squeezes tightly, a familiar gesture of comfort. “We are winning the game. It is impossible for the player team to collect any more points now, so all that’s left is wait. Which means for now I’m not dead, and neither are you.”

“You’re… winning?” you whisper, not sure if that’s a good thing. On one hand, it’d mean Kyuuma’s survival for the moment, but on the other… 

Shaking your head, you place your hand on top of Kyuuma’s. The act is caused by a lack of words, although your old friend understands anyway. “Don’t worry too much. You always do that.”

“And you never worry at all.”

Kyuuma spreads his arms out again, as if he wants to hug the entire world. “Why should I? Life is wonderful. It’ll still be once we die. Death is nothing that could scare me, I’m ready to accept whatever outcome there will be for me. Shitara saw that too, and the rest of the band are on my side no matter what happens.”

The image of Kyuuma’s band fills your mind, and you remember the many evenings you had spent listening to their songs in garages and cellars. “They’re all here with you”, you conclude, not even a question. 

“They are, and no matter what, we’ll live or die together. You, though…” He tilts his head, a sad grin on his lips. 

Whatever happens to them, it’ll most likely be the opposite for you. And since you somehow managed to sneak into the area of a running game, this might be the last time to see Kyuuma alive. “We… should say farewell, then.”

The good-looking nudist wipes a single tear from your cheek before he pulls you into one last hug. Right here, right now, you could forget the dark world around you and pretend that you both’d be teenagers again, desperately in love and blind for the mystery around them. 

“Farewell, my friend”, Kyuuma breathes into your hair. 

You don’t want to let go. You don’t want to leave your friend behind, knowing that you will never meet again. Once you step back, everything will be said and done, and you are not ready for that to happen. But when Chishiya clears his throat behind you, you accept that there’s no use prolonging the inevitable. 

Taking a deep breath, you look Kyuuma deep in the eyes, feeling only a little bit of remorse that you entirely forgot about Chishiya’s presence for a while. 

“The game is about to end”, says the blonde in a stone-cold voice, “and we shouldn’t be in the area when that happens.” The icy tone is enough to tell you how much he despises seeing you and Kyuuma like this.

With a nod, you both agree to Chishiya and tell Kyuuma everything that words could never truly describe. That you won’t forget him if you’re the one to survive this, and that Kyuuma Ginji will always be dear to your heart, no matter what. He nods back, signaling that the same goes for him. The connection between the both of you has always been special, no matter for how long you’d lost contact in the past. Kyuuma might not be the love of your life any longer - that spot is likely to be replaced by a certain blonde and very arrogant surgeon - but he’ll always be the first you ever loved, your first kiss and your first heartbreak. 

The more you think about it, the more it feels like a gift that you were allowed to see Kyuuma one last time. Not as an enemy in a game, but as a friend. 

You take one last deep breath before turning around and walking away side by side with Chishiya. He doesn’t react when you reach out to hold his hand, since he’s probably sour about the scene he just witnessed. Not that you could blame him, although you won’t apologize, either. 

Together, you leave the containers behind and with them the game area. As you dare to throw a look over your shoulders, you notice just in time how a red laser cuts through the sky, crashing right into the spot where Kyuuma has been. Only seconds after, the blimp hovering high above the metal labyrinth explodes into thousands of burning pieces falling to the ground. You don’t watch it long enough to see the banner burn to ashes. 

Kyuuma has been sure that this game would count for the citizens, but somehow, the players have found a way to win in the end. But knowing your friend, it is clear that he didn’t regret a single thing before he died. Kyuuma left in peace with the world and with himself, and surprisingly you feel part of that peace too, despite new tears running down your cheeks. 

What comes even more surprising is that Chishiya eventually gives in and wraps his fingers around yours. He’ll never talk about what just happened, and you don’t want him to. It is enough to know that he’s still here. Maybe, just maybe, there’s even a tiny bit of satisfaction that he did feel something while watching you hug a naked, very good looking man. 

Love doesn’t come without a bit of teasing, after all. 

[ladylooch]

What would Nico’s reaction be to Lex wearing a sundress and a bow in her hair

A/N: Let’s use this to set the stage for 🌸 anon’s upcoming request… Also, I wanna go on vacation with these five. Damn.

The skirt of my sundress swirls around my thighs as Emma and I walk to join the boys at one of the resort restaurants. We are currently vacationing together as a family in Miami. The team has a few off days in southern Florida, so Emma and I flew down with Lio to spend some time soaking in Vitamin D. The gorgeous Atlantic vibes are the perfect compliment to our first dinner here. Nico and Timo had gotten sick of waiting for us to finish getting ready in mine and Nico’s room, so they took Lio down to the bar for a beer. 

We find them sitting on bar stools, chatting with the bartender as Lio sits on the bar with Timo’s arm around him. Lio is blowing spit bubbles and the group of women to the left of the boys are entranced.

“Oh my god I want a baby!” One of them moans. Lexi can see the allure as her and Emma approach. Lio is so cute. A happy baby that loves to suck on his toes and spew baby giggles at any exciting noises or tickles.

“Bbbbbb.” Lio bubbles, spit dribbling onto the surface as his hands patty cake on the bar top.

“So he’s already had his first sip of beer?” Emma chuckles as she comes to her husband. She wraps an arm around his large shoulders, not even glancing to the women that were obviously hitting on our husband’s just now. I give a look, noticing how all of them deflate at Emma Meier’s presence. Yeah, she’s that beautiful. 

Nico’s arms find my waist as he glazes his eyes along my dress. He likes what he sees. It’s a white dress with a linen fabric. Dainty, blue flowers with yellow centers create a busy pattern. The skirt is short, accented by the wedge heels I’m wearing. I feel his fingers slid along the backs of my thighs, teasing his way a bit under the hem to grab my butt.

“Easy access tonight.” He whispers in my ear as I sit on his thigh. He has no idea. “You wearing panties?” He questions as his fingers trail higher. I shake my head no. “Lex.” He groans, resting his forehead on my shoulder. I curl it inwards so I can kiss the top of his head. Now the group of women have looked away all together at seeing me with Nico too. Good. He’s decidedly taken.

Lio reaches for Timo’s cold glass of beer, trying to gum at it with his mouth.

“Buddy, you’re making it look like I actually gave you beer.” Timo chuckles, moving the glass. Emma picks it up, taking a sip and sighing at the flavor.

“Damn, that hits on a humid night.” 

“You want one?” The bartender asks, motioning to both of us.

“Yeah, we have some time before dinner.” Nico encourages. As he responds, his thumbs brush along my bare hips under my dress. 

“A little less of that.”

“Why? Can’t handle it?” I say nothing, just give a little wiggle of my hips that makes him squeeze me in response. “Hey. Not fair.”

The bartender sets two beers down in front of the boys, who funnel them back to us. Lio tries to grope for it.

“Okay, I have to ask..” Emma begins.

“No, babe. I did not give our 7 month old beer.” 

“Okay. Well, daddy has different rules than mommy sometimes.” She widens her eyes at me. 

“Yeah about bedtime, not alcohol consumption.” He taps Emma’s ass making her hide her grin in Timo’s side.

They look so cute together as a family of three. Nico and I have been discussing kids on and off the last few months. We haven’t been married long, but I ache for a baby with him. Spending time with the three Meiers the next few days is going to heighten that desire.

“He didn’t do it. Only because he said he was scared of you.” Nico laughs, thumb stroking across the top of my thigh, igniting fire. I close my eyes and take a sip of beer to stay centered. He is so calm beneath me, like he has no idea what his fingers are doing to me.

“Good. I like him that way.” Emma leans forward to close her lips over Timo’s. 

The four of us fall quiet for a moment, watching Lio try to wiggle over to the group of girls I forgot about. He likes their glittering dresses and bubbly drinks on the bar. 

“Just like his dad.” Emma jokes, picking him up and resting him on her hip. Lio leans forward to suck at her shirt on the side of her breast. “Again, like his dad.” We all laugh, appreciating the baby chuckles that shake Lio in response.