#to be clear i think this event is boring and stupid and i don't care and i also think GA is probably a double agent but this post is funny

[augustheart]

now that green arrow has become fascist it's time for hal to do the funniest thing possible

[warmilikeit]

Yandere Batfam x Camp half-blood (Neglected reader)

DC x Pjo

Part 4

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"why are they... Bedazzled?" Charles asks, looking at the mass of weapons ranging in designs

Some weapons look like they came straight off Genshin impact, while some look like (Name) just copied off weapon designs from deviant art

One weapon, a claymore, had intricate details on the blade, showing a story, a war, some caves and oceans, and a kingdom

"I got bored so I decided to carve the odyssey on the blade" you smile

They left you alone, in the forgery, for like 12 hours or something, came back to call you for dinner, and they see this

"I have ones, I made for myself, the others we can put in the armory-"

"Ehem, (Name)? May I have a moment with you?" Chiron, is this awesome centaur

When he first saw you he took you to the big house and healed your injuries

"Yes..?" You ask, did you do something wrong? Are unclaimed kids not allowed to stay in the territory of claimed kids? Technically this was a child of Hephaestus thing- but you were brought here? And-

"someone wants to speak with you" Chiron continues and you were snapped out your thoughts

"She is a daughter of Zeus, and I believe you know her already the last time I saw her was when she was a child, still staying on her home island, she is a trust worthy woman" he explained further

This doesn't calm your nerves, cause why, why does a child of Zeus want to see you?

Suddenly a familiar woman walks closer to you "Hey (Name), I was worried sick you know, you could have left a note"

"Diana!" You yell and run up to hug her

You love Diana, back when you were still a robin, and Batman bought you and Damian to meet the justice league

You were left alone in the corner while superman and Batman talked about Jon's and Damian's potential

The other members approached you, one of the reasons you loved being a vigilante was because of them, you had someone to talk to

Flash was like the funny uncle and green arrow was the uncle who tried to one up batman, they were all awesome, but you're favorite was Diana

She had this glow, not glow like green lantern- but this sense that you really mattered to her

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"you're also a demigod?!" You exclaim in surprise, she nods while smiling

She holds your hand "I was thinking you were one too actually, but I didn't have enough proof, Bruce always said you were a target for mutants that's why you had to stop being a vigilante, but it's clear that those were actually monsters"

But then she went quiet "Why don't you come back (Name)? I'll explain everything to Bruce and I'm sure more precautions for your safety would be taken care of"

No it won't.

"D-diana... I don't want to return" you said meekly

"what... Why?"

"I- I'm not welcome back home... See Bruce and his kids- they don't think I'm special enough to stay in their family" you say

"... excuse me?" Diana's demeanor changed, like a cold air blowing over her

You shift and hesitate, but you decide to pull through, it was like a dam burst

Your tears blur your vision, as you go over every general and specific event that you felt unloved and unwanted

You weren't stupid, just because you never received love doesn't mean you don't know what it is, you could tell if someone didn't want you, because you've seen how they love

You've seen how Bruce got protective of his kids, how he cares about them in his own way, how the batsibs have their own dynamics, they claim to dislike each other yet are always by their side when needed

It was just never towards you.

You know what love what, and your relationship with those people, that wasn't love

It was indifference, you remember the first time Barbara talked to you is when you fought with Tim and she yelled at you backing her brother up

It wasn't too late, you could still receive what you've been craving for, but for sure you don't want it from the Wayne's

A few weeks after Damian appeared, his bullying towards you that has gotten worse by the day, you decided to retaliate

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(Name) Wayne 11 years old

Slap

Ouch, you thought

Jason Todd, the man who claimed Damian was a demon spawn, the man who picked on Damian jokingly

He slapped you for Damian

It was one of those rainy days in Gotham, you're in school, you were having a quiet day till the teacher called out your name

"(Name)! Two days to do the assignment and you passed nothing?! Don't make excuses child, your brother Damian was able to pass it"

You look up confused "But miss I did pass my work"

"where is it!?? Am I a special case of blind that I can see everyone's work but yours?!"

The laughs and Snickers of your classmates echo in the room

Damian had taken your work, and passed it as his

That fucker-

After school back in the mansion you lunge at him

"you spoiled asshole!" Unfortunately Jason was there, and the person who was usually a Damian hater became his apologist cause he went straight to help him

You explained what happened, of course you did, but even after knowing he stood his ground, he even told father and now you're punished

Isolation (as if you weren't isolated enough)

You could live like this, live every day without seeing them

Then it happened, Stephanie was in danger, well both of you were

It was one of Bruce's galas, the Wayne family was staying in a private room, and Harley Quinn broke in, laughing like a maniac, she grabbed the ones near her and which were you and Steph

On hostage both of you, Dick made a move to save Steph, he ran in her direction to try and pry Steph off Quinn's arms

Damian shot the Harley's leg, the one near Steph of course so she had a better chance of getting away

Once Steph was free, Cass hugged her

And then Tim, oh fucking tim

He used his electric staff to electrocute Harley, while she was still holding you

For a great detective he's quite an idiot.

That was it, he didn't even get in trouble with Bruce for that, they tied up Harley quietly and decided to proceed with the gala

Without you of course, come on, you're injured, why would you go with them?

It was like a switch flipped, after that not once have you ever tried to make them love you.

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"you can't make me go back there- Diana please!" You sob

She hugged you tight "I won't, I won't- I'll find a way to keep Bruce from finding you, I promise"

She kissed your forehead "For now... I want you to keep trying, make friends, if your parent claims you, you'll have new siblings"

"for now, be happy"

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Ivan Werner sat beside you, he was one of Hephaestus's kids that you made friends with earlier

Diana left a while ago and you were left trying to stop yourself from crying

"the conversation was that intense?" He hands you a handkerchief

You smile and accept "Yeah... It was- about my mortal family, they weren't really the best people"

"I hear that, my mother was a mad inventor who sold inventions that would self destruct to cause harm for the buyers" he says

Your brows furrowed at the implication Ivan's mom might be a villain

"hey- everyone has their past, that's why they end up here, I hope you find your place here in camp (Name), we really like you here"

KEOEOWHFVSBJAIEBD BE AKHRJEO WOSLAKDNDNNSKW

A flash of light appears before the both of you

You take your time trying to adjust your eyes, and you see the campers, Mr.D and Chiron there

"Out of everyone here!?!? You decide to- fraternize with a child of Hephaestus!?! I WONT ALLOW IT, you're too beautiful for him my darling!"

What the fuck?? Who is this extremely rude and gorgeous floating lady?

You haven't even registered the fact that now you're wearing a chitton, your hair has been decorated with pearls and small intricate gold flowers

A pink aura making you glow

"what's going on!?!?" You ask panicked

The beautiful gorgeous, ethereal, pretty, cute, hot, sexy, dashing, charming lady goes to the ground

"Hi dearest!" She smiles

You hear Chiron clear his throat "(Name) Wayne! Child of Aphrodite!"

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I had the godly parent chosen from the start acc, I wrote this fic with her in mind

A child of love without receiving any

Hope you like the chapter! :3

@nathaly36 @erikasurfer @jisnothere @bat1212 @sweetconnoisseurgardener @vanessa-boo

[i-yap]

Batboys and y/n at gala ( nigthwing and jason ver_)

I really suggest checking out 'type of y/n I ship with batboys post " to get a better idea of the type of y/n I write per batboy

dick- shower s'x as a good luck before leaving is non negotiable .Hyper when getting ready, wants his hair to look great, wants you to compliment him and will take hayley no matter what. is lowkey excited to go. Will blast music and have a car karaoke. Walks around the whole gala, talks to everyone and pulls you along with him. Proly has to give a speech which he absolutely rocks. charming , charismatic and an amazing conversationalist . spends most time with grandmas at the party, they are the only people he will allow to leave you with. You do have an option to hang out with his siblings and make fun of him otherwise you are stuck with him till the end. Will prolly be the last to leave, helps alfred round up his siblings. Everyone thinks you're the luckiest person in the world cuz u just got the whole lottery of people by getting dick but he is sure to remind you how much he needs you, especially when trying to power through a boring ass gala. Once the event is over, boy is drained . super tired and sleepy. help him out of his shirt and cuddle him,. slow and sweet s'x which may or may not turn into more but he just needs some loving and peace. poor thing had to make so much small talk his brain hurts. give him a head rub. will get you flowers or chocolates the next day as a thanks for dealing with the gala cuz he knows how boring those things get.

Jason- He doesnt wanna go. say the word and u guys aren't going. but you promised alfred or ,maybe you thought it'll be fun. plus u get to see him in a suit which is sooohot jfejqfbq .. anyways complains while getting ready, super grumpy give him a kiss to shut him up. Will try to seduce you out of going...may succeed and get you late / cancel. Will also try to touch u in the car so be sure to just keep suching his hand away. will ruin your lipstick and if u like me wear lip stain.. well u should prolly cancel cuz he is gonna stain everything. Just wear transfer proof lipstick with clear gloss and carry a clear gloss. Follows your lead in the gala , or stands in a nice corner with you with him. Don't you dare leave him with these rich bastards he will stab someone. Will find some way of getting you out of their asap which means quickie in the car or the bathroom. now you are too ruined to go back to the gala . so you guys just go to the nearest fast food restaurant/ diner and pick the corner booth His suit jacket on you cuz he might have torn your dress a little , his tie tied like a pirate scarf on your head and his top 3 shirt buttons undone. you guys throw fries at one another and are prolyl tipsy from the gala champagne. i would not be surprised if jason stole a bottle just as a "fuck the rich thing" . You guys for sure end up in the newspaper the next day but who cares. go home singing stupid girly pop songs , arms interlinked, drunk in the gotham snow. prolly fuck you again once you get home cuz u just looked so hot. dw he'll buy you a new dress bbg.

[mr-ys-phantasma]

🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Chapter 34:

He pulled the first card, looking at it before he turned it so Agatha could see it too. "The Horse Drawn Carri..."

"The Chariot?" Agatha interrupted him, clearly wanting to get this over with. Plus, it was clear that Billy was not as knowledgeable about it as he claimed to be. "It's literally written on the card."

You looked at your lover. "Let him do it, Agatha. Unless you want to give it a try, " you scolded, knowing fully well how she looked down upon the tarot cards and tarot reading in general.

She would often call it lesser magic or circus tricks.

"Fine," she mumbled and motioned for Billy to continue.

Billy cleared his throst. "Right. So, obviously, you're

leaving somewhere behind, and you have these sphinxes with you, and they represent your... your... mysteriousness."

Agatha placed her elbows on the table and interlocked her fingers before resting her chin on them. "You have a real gift."

"This card hasn't really come up much for me." He confessed and placed the card on one of the carved empty spaces.

Immediately, the sound of metallic objects clanging with one another made you all look up; only then noticing the dozens upon dozens of hanged swords; attached to the ceiling by some sort of string?

You were not sure.

You could not see any details from that distance, but you were quite sure they were not props or fake. Something was telling you that they were real and very sharp swords, positioned in a way that would finish off any one of you.

Billy shallowed hard. "I'll try another one." He drew the next card. "Seven of Swords."

You could not help but scoff faintly. "At least you're on theme." You commented and earned a look from him, clearly not happy with your words. "Sorry," you apologised and gently lifted your hands up as a sign of surrender.

"I know this one. It's about deception and betrayal." He started to explain. "But it's reversed.

So that means the opposite. Are you being truthful?" He questioned and looked at Agatha.

He clearly did not believe her to be saying the truth cause well... she was Agatha Harkness. She won nothing by being honest, and Billy doubted she had ever been, at least with him.

He wasn't sure about you, but considering how you did not expect her visit back then, when they were gathering coven members, and this odd tension existing between the two of you... it was wise of him to assume that you hadn't talked in a while.

And he did wonder if you were even together or had this strange former romantic bond; like how Agatha seemed to have with Rio.

Agatha grew bored of this, not liking be judged or having cards trying to expose her in any way. She had been trying hard to keep that mask, that facade of a tough woman that cared for nothing other than herself.

She couldn't let a few stupid cards ruin that, and she wasn't going to let it happen.

"You know what, I think I will do it instead. My turn." She grabbed the card stack from Billy.

He tried to hold it back, but he was too slowly, and he quickly lost possession of it.

"Agatha," you started, feeling that this was about to turn into a really bad idea.

"Oh, don't you worry now. Tarot is a con like any other, remember?" She asked rhetorically, clearly not sharing your worries or caring about the rules. She never did. "There's no magic to it. There's no skill."

"That's not true." Billy argued. "It's about intuition.

Knowing which card to pull. And it's about interpretation, divining their meaning."

She paid him no mind as she grabbed one random card and placed it on top of the Chariot that he had pulled before.

Suddenly, one of the swords that was hanging from the ceiling was let loose. It pinned itself into the wooden floor, little too close to Billy for his liking.

You looked up with fearful eyes, losing count on how many swords were up there. Worse was the fact that they were so evently spread that it would be impossible to find a spot and be safe.

Agatha placed another card down and then another, clearly just doing it like that and not using any magic or intuition as one should.

She even cackled like a true evil witch as more and more swords started to fall, some closer and some further away from you.

"Agatha!" You called out her name as one sword landed too close to you, making your heart increase in beat at the fact that had you been stabbing one step to the left; you would not be alive and breathing right now.

Your shout made her stop, seeing you eyeing the sword with fear in your eyes. A quick check made her realize you were unharmed, and that was enough.

"Slow down! What is your problem?" Billy shouted, having moved from his chair to avoid a sword that almost hit him.

Agatha looked at the fearful duo. "This is a numbers game. We keep at it until we get the right cards in the right spots or the ceiling runs out of swords."

"This won't work, Ags," you said, shaking your head faintly to emphasise your disagreement.

"I'm not sure how much math you did back in Salem, but that will take forever." Billy argued.

"We still have some time."

"I wish Lilia was here."

And as if the Road had heard him, once again, it happened. The bookcase behind you was pulled open, and Jen with Lilia entered the room; their outfits also changed to fit the trial's theme and mood.

Jen had been affected the most with her evil queen hag outfit, coming along with grey big eyebrows and a nose; an enjoyable sight for you after all the times Jen's attitude had tested your pat

Lilia, on the other hand, seemed to be some sort of good witch based on her outfit; though you could not tell for sure.

What you could tell for sure was the fact that something was going on because Lilia was switching moods.

For example, how, at first, she said she was okay with Billy; holding no grudges, and then... she flipped.

She pointed a finger, harshly pressed against his chest. By instinct alone, Billy started to walk backwards, and Lilia simply kept advancing.

"Whoa! Ow! I thought we were cool!" He exclaimed, eyes daring to glance at you and Agatha for help.

"We are not cool, Teenager." Lilia said, surprising both Jen and Yoi.

"Damn, using his full name." Jen commented, and you nodded silently.

"She is definitely angry, " you commented next.

Lilia was always the calmest, even her threats being of a low tone; which was what was so unique about her.

This time, though, you could see the fire behind her eyes, and even you would not dare to stand in her way.

After all, one would be wise to fear the calm people when they stopped being calm. It was always them that held the most destructive rage.

Ironic, for the same had been told about you; at least until people realized you were never calm. You simply expressed your worry differently or passed phases when you were indiffirent to everything; the world around you sliding off your body and nothing capable of sticking on you.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have lashed out at you. You didn't deserve..." Billy started to apologize. "I wasn't hiding my power from you. I didn't know that I could... I'm not lying to you.

It was a surprise to me, too... if I'd have known, I would've..." he paused for a moment as his telepathic abilities started to work. "Yes, of course, I would have used it to save Alice."

Lilia looked at him, trying to study him behind her aged but expeencd eyes. "You're reading my mind." She picked up.

"Only because it's so loud. No offence." Billy offered a weak small smile to show he had no ill intentions.

"I don't want to ruin any reunions, but we need you, Lilia," you said, moving to stand close and use your hands to separate them faintly. "This is your trial, and either we do it right, or we can kiss our lives goodbye."

And as Lilia started to remember how she had met Billy before, as William; you chose to interfere.

Chapter 35:

[dulc3vida]

you.

rafe cameron x bunny!reader

part 1. this is my au so don't think too much about canon lore. characters, times, events, ect... might not match but PLEASE JUST ENJOY THE STORY PLEASE JUST GIVE IT A CHANCE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASe

warning: 18+ read at your own risk. this is a dark fic loosely inspired by the tv show you. dubious content lies ahead, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

UNC Chapel Hill: September, Sophomore Year

there was nothing rafe cameron hated more than being tutored. it made him feel stupid, needing someone to explain and break down concepts that others understood easily. ward used to lose his mind trying to find rafe new tutors because in all honesty, when rafe felt cornered or helpless, he got nasty. saying the rudest things that made these well-paid, private tutors basically discard a paycheck, was one of the first times rafe ever felt true power. the first time he ever came close to knowing what his dad felt like, even though his dad had a much better reputation than rafe ever would.

rafe especially hated english. the books were boring and he could never be bothered to sumbit more than a half baked essay regarding the text. that's how he ended up in the study room in the library sitting across from you. he remembered you from class, the TA. you always sat besides prof. callahans desk and you looked younger than any TA he had ever had, probably even his age. your face was familiar but rafe couldn't put his finger on it. you were clean, you smelled good, and your nails were done which meant you had the time and money to take care of that kind of thing when most college students forget to feed themselves. you occasionally looked up from the signup sheet as the minutes ticked 5 past 3pm, where only rafe's name was signed.

"i guess we can start now." you mumbled, flipping your notebook open. "this weeks quiz is going to cover part 1 of crime and punishment. have you... started the reading?"

rafe's hard gaze bored into yours and he shook his head without another word. he was thinking about how cute and neurotic the way you had your notes organized was and how soft you spoke to him. were you scared of him? rafe was intrigued.

"okay, no biggie. we can just start there. did you check out a copy of the book?" you asked, pulling out your own copy that was bursting at the seam with sticky notes and colored tabs. again, rafe wordlessly shook his head. "good thing we're in the library. come on, let's go see if they have any left."

rafe followed close behind you, you could practically feel him breathing down your neck as you walked through rows of books before finding the one you were looking for. you showed rafe how to check a book out before returning to the study room. "okay. let's start."

you began dissecting the book from the very beginning, soft voice describing the historical context of the book. rafe was surprised at how well he was keeping up. it didn't hurt that you were cute, nose all blushed and button, scrunching up whenever you couldn't read your own handwriting in your notes. a pair of clear framed glasses sat on the bridge of your nose which you constantly adjusted due to your eyelashes hitting the glass. you had a habit of licking and biting your lips, applying lipgloss on every "brain break" as you called it. maybe all this time, all he needed was a cute tutor that he could stand looking at.

in between writing notes and flipping through the book, he caught glimpses of a "j" necklace dangling in your cleavage. did your name start with a j?

"what's your name?" rafe asked once the two of you began packing your things up. it was now 7:30 with the sun beginning to set. you told him and he repeated it under his breath.

"my friends call me bunny though." if you're bunny, who is j? you tossed your bag over your shoulder and let your hair down from the claw clip that was holding it up. it billowed over your shoulders and you tucked a few stray strands behind your ears after taking your glasses off. you weren't the shy good girl he met at the beginning of the session, no, you were different. good girl in front of everyone but he knew there was another energy in you that he wanted- no he needed to see. rafe watched you leave, staying a few steps behind, where he could comfortably watch you and before he knew it, you were jumping into the passenger side of a beat up old brown van that pulled up, and leaning over to give whoever was driving a kiss.

rafe felt a familiar, red hot anger wash over him. the first time he felt that anger was when sarah was born and ward wouldn't stop fawning over her. ward basically forgot he had a son when sarah was born which made rafe incredibly insecure. that insecurity built a home inside rafe's heart, where any little inconvenience could turn it into an ugly monster with sharp teeth and a desire to tear everything in sight into fucking pieces. this time, the monster was awakened at the reality of you having a boyfriend.

against his better judgement, rafe ran to his truck the second you took off, speeding down the road he saw you drive down. it took him a minute, but he managed to find the shitbox on wheels you were riding around in. he made sure to stay far enough away to where it didn't seem suspicious, but close enough to where he wouldn't lose you again.

he wouldn't lose you again.

he repeated that phrase to himself as he drove into jacksonville and while he parked his car a few spaces from the van in a place where your little group was fully visible. you came to the beach. there was 3 guys, 1 girl, and you. gone were your leggings, tank top, and cardigan. instead, you donned a pair of cutoff jean shorts, a bikini top, and a huge smile on your face as you settled yourself in the blonde boys lap.

rafe thought he recognized the group you were with, but he was hoping his eyes were just playing tricks. of course, it could never be that simple because rafe did know them. the pogues. what were they doing on the mainland? he hadn't seen them in a while and was getting used to not having to see or smell them other than when he went home for holidays.

jj, he knew worked in the cafeteria ever since he graduated earlier in the spring, which is probably how he met you. rafe had never been fond of jj, in fact, rafe lived to antagonize jj back on the island (if he cared for the cafeteria food, he would probably be in there a lot more to mess with him) so him having you felt like poorly timed karma. to be completely honest, rafe hadn't expected such a dramatic shift of power dynamics when coming to college because now there was at least 10 other rafe's who were dating the girls he should have been dating. he did just fine at parties, more than fine, but he was starting to get tired of drunk girls who just lied there all limp and sweaty or threw up on his dick (happened twice freshman year and he didn't enjoy it like he thought he would). the first decent, eligible girl he meets is getting her pussy dug out by jj maybank of all people and it felt like someone, somewhere was laughing at his misfortune. it almost made him want to give up on you.

almost.

he would never let jj maybank win at anything, let alone your heart. there was just something about you that he couldn't let go. the only thing he couldn't figure out was why everyone else was here too? none of them had a chance of getting into chapel hill. you either had to have perfect grades, be incredibly wealthy, or be a legacy student. thankfully, rafe managed to be 2/3 of those things.

rafe sat back in his seat and just observed you. he cracked his windows open and tried to listen to your conversation but he was too far to hear anything other than laughter and unintelligible voices. he pulled his phone out and typed your name into instagram, easily finding your very public page.

rafe decided to do some digging. he would start at the bottom. scrolling all the way back through a very curated feed (rafe could tell you pick and choose which of your old posts get to stay up and which ones ruin the feed) rafe felt his heart sink.

he knew you.

OBX: Summer 2018

"come on, bunny, i don't wanna go without you." your friend, esther, pleaded. she had been invited to rafe camerons party, a coveted event where anything and everything happened. esther was dating rafe's friend kelce, who invited her to the party.

"you're not even gonna talk to me so what's the point in going." you responded, filing your nails while you laid in bed.

"honestly, when's the last time you really went out? you only ever go to the country club and don't say your parents make you because last time you weren't even with your parents."

"well, the old men buy me drinks if i talk to them and make them laugh. sometimes they give me money. one of them gave me this tiffany bracelet." you stuck your wrist out to show off the silver bracelet with the heart tag which was branded with the company's insignia.

"that's kinda gross." esther scrunched her nose. you only shrugged your shoulders.

"so is going to a party at rafe camerons house. jungle juice is probably roofied" rafe had been the stereotypical jock douchebag who only hung out with other jocks, cheerleaders, or other impossibly gorgeous girls. you saw right through him which is why you never caved. not when he invited you to his lunch table, not when he asked you out, not when he tried to grind against you on the dancefloor at junior prom and called you a bitch when you pushed him away. at some point, rafe stopped trying trying with you and turned his attention and "where my hug at?" energy towards other girls who were much more susceptible.

"so we'll pregame. just please don't make me go alone." in a flash, esther sat on top of you and pinned your arms down while a string of "please, please, pretty please with a cherry on top!" tumbled out of her mouth.

"OKAY!" you had enough, but were still giggling. "i'll go, just get off of me so i can change."

"yay!" esther rolled off of you. "wear the black one, the one that makes you look slutty."

"aren't we supposed to be getting you laid?" you asked, looking through your closet that was practically overflowing with expensive name brands.

esther looked down at her hands. "me and kelce already..."

"no way. really?" she nodded and you squealed rushing over to hug her. "babe i'm so proud of you! wait- why do you need me there then?"

"its the first time i'm meeting his friends and i'm nervous." she explained, now looking through your clothes with you. "i need a buffer, yknow, a cute friend who can keep my boyfriends friends occupied."

you blinked. "so basically, you're whoring me out?"

"you just told me that you talk to old men for money and gifts."

"yeah and they don't even get to see me in my little black dress."

when you arrived at the party, it was in full swing. rafe caneron's parties had a reputation. booze flowed, drugs were shared, and there were enough rooms in the house for every couple to get busy in. it was the perfect haven for teen delinquency.

you were unimpressed, as per usual, with rafe's antics. he had been in the pool when you arrived, a girl on either side of him while he smoked a joint.

"how long do i have to stay?"

"until you start enjoying yourself."

you went to the bar. grabbing a red solo cup, you mixed yourself a drink of cherry vodka and coke. you chugged it, always having the attitude that when it came to alcohol you had to get right to the point. when you finished it, you made yourself another one.

"excuse me." a hand gently placed itself on the small of your back which made you jump. "my bad, didn't mean to scare ya- hey you're esthers friend right?" it was topper. "i just saw her with kelce. i'm topper." he stuck his hand out.

"bunny." you took it.

"whatcha got there?"

"chery vodka and coke."

"nah nah nah- you like the cherry vodka?" you nodded and he took your cup from you. "let me make you a drink."

"okay." you watched his every move as he fixed cherry vodka, cranberry juice, and lime in a brand new cup. "thank you. what is this?"

"it's called a cherry bounce. cheers to you, bunny. hopefully this isn't the last time i see you."

you only smiled at him, tight lipped and gently tapped your cup against his before taking a drink. "topper, this is really good. make me another?"

"you're not even done with that one yet." with that, you drank the rest of your cup. "okay, party girl." he took your cup back and fixed you another. "you wanna dance?"

you hated to admit it, but you actually were having a good time with topper. he was funny, kind, nice to look at, and he was a good dancer. the night was going so good, until esther invited you and topper to sesh with her, kelce, and rafe as the party died down.

it wasn't the sesh that was bad, no, you even managed to be polite and sociable with rafe. it was after the sesh when your drinks had caught up with you and you needed to pee. "esther can you show me where the bathroom is?" you asked but it fell on deaf ears as esther and kelce were mouth fucking.

"c'mon. i'll show you." rafe got up and began walking inside the house without another word. you quickly followed, only wanting to relieve your bladder and be alone for a few minutes to gather yourself and your thoughts that were racing on account of the sativa blunt you had just smoked.

rafe walked up the stairs, basically torturing your bladder with every step until he got into his room. "just use this one."

you were too desperate to argue about whatever his intentions were bringing you here so you went in and almost tripped over yourself getting to the toilet. you made it through, no accidents happening and feeling a lot more gone than when you walked up the stairs.

you stepped back into rafes room and he was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for you. "you okay? you were in there for a while."

"yeah." you stumbled over to sit next to him but he got up and went to his window. "just a little dizzy."

"everyone fell asleep." rafe watched his friends make themselves comfortable on the outside couch on this hot summer night. you climbed over his bed and looked out the window at the sight of your friend asleep on her boyfriend's chest and topper asleep, hugging a pillow.

"do i get a prize?" he cocked his head at you. "for being the last one awake at a rafe cameron party?"

"what do you want?" rafe asked you seriously and you sighed, lying back against his navy blue sheets.

"for you to not be such an asshole." you murmured and stared at the ceiling. "i mean, you're really cute but you ruin it by being... you."

"i knew you had a thing for me." rafe must have only heard half of what you were saying because he was taking his place back next to you on his bed. "c'mere." he patted his lap and it didn't take much more coaxing than that to get you crawling into his lap. he positioned himself the way he wanted you, straddling him with your crotch right on top of his. "been waiting for you to finally come around." he trailed his hands up and down from your waist to your ass. "y'gonna let me inside that pretty pussy babe?" rafe whispered in your ear, sending all your intoxicated arousal straight to your core.

if you had been in a clearer state of mind, you would have never even been in rafe's room, but here you were letting him guide your hips to grind against you through the thin layer of your black lacy panties. your short dress had already ridden up your thighs, exposing you even more than you already were.

unexpectedly, rafe tugged the top of your dress down and leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth. when he grazed his teeth against your sensitive, hardened peak, you gasped and jolted against him. "rafe." you whispered, trying to get his attention because your head was spinning. instead, his hand found a place between your legs and pushed your panties to the side, dragging his fingers through your folds and spreading your wetness. he used it to rub your clit in circles, encouraged by your whimpers in his ear. "oh rafe..." you felt your orgasm building quickly due to your drunken state, but you also felt a pit building in your stomach. this felt wrong.

you blinked and you were on your back. your dress had found a place across your stomach and your panties were torn off of you without your knowledge. you closed your eyes, hoping if he thought you were asleep that he would just stop.

of course, things would not be that simple.

while your eyes were closed, rafe got undressed and slipped a condom over his cock. he grabbed a pillow and placed it under your hips to prop your pussy up for him at the perfect angle. he took his cock and tapped it against your clit. "wake up, sleepy girl." you only whined and tried to close your legs but he forced himself between them so you couldn't.

your eyes snapped open when you felt the intrusion of his cock. "uhhh..." you let out a mixture of a moan and a whine. the stretch burned because no matter how wet you were, rafe was objectively big, especially the mushroom tip of it. you didn't know if it was the liquor, the weed, or what, but you could basically picture what it looked like based on the way it felt inside you.

rafe gave you no time to adjust and set a punishing pace off the bat. he had one of his large hands splayed over your stomach, pushing down and making you let out a short, loud moan. "let me hear you. wanna hear how good i fuck this pussy." rafe grunted while thrusting in and out.

you, in your state, were incredibly embarrassed no matter how good he hit your spots so you were barely letting any noise escape your mouth.

"always playing hard to get... you're gushing around my cock... and making a mess on my sheets... but you still act all stuck up..." rafe spat at you through his teeth and you let out another high pitched whine. he punctuated each word with a hard thrust, his balls now slapping your ass with vigor. "gotta put you in your place, huh?"

he flipped you over and pulled you onto all fours. his hand splayed across your back this time and pushed your chest into the bed, creating a beautiful arch to your back. "so fuckin pretty." he moaned when the slid back into your tight warmth. the change of position did nothing to help you hold onto the little composure you had as he was now deeper than before, mushroom tip generously rubbing against your g-spot and his balls now smacking your clit. you were too far gone to care how you looked throwing your hips back against his. "fucking slut." he grunted, grabbing a handful of your hair. "y'wanted this huh? yeah, yeah, you been needing this huh?"

you could only moan as he painfully gripped your hair and pushed himself balls deep, rolling his hips against yours. "you like the way i fuck you baby?"

"mhm..." you had your eyes closed as you focused on the tension building in your stomach. a heavy hand landed a smack against your ass.

"use your words. you like my cock?"

"i love it..." you desperately moaned out.

"good girl." rafe pushed your head back into the bed and drilled his cock into you brutally. you were struggling to hold your hips up, but rafe held you up with one arm. "fuck... m'gonna cum. y'gonna let me cum in this pussy?" rafe grunted and pulled out, sliding the condom off before thrusting back into you. "there we go." he spoke through gritted teeth. "thatagirl, pussy feels like heaven."

you felt the difference and opened your mouth to protest but all that came out was unintelligible pants and moans.

then you saw white.

your orgasm washed over you, making your pussy clench and flutter and cream around rafes cock. you felt rafes hips stutter against yours and then you felt hot ropes of cum paint your insides. you couldn't stop moaning because rafe was still inside you, slowly thrusting and rubbing your clit. "so fucking tight..." he commented as he watched the way your pussy suctioned his cock and pulled out.

against your knowledge, rafe had been recording since he got you in doggy and was still recording. "shit..." he groaned as he focused the camera on your glistening pussy. a drop of his cum came dribbling out and he pushed it back in, earning a soft "ahhh..." from you. he played with your sensitive cunt until you came again for the camera and passed out.

when you woke up, you were alone. for a brief moment, you hadn't remembered what happened and were just confused as to where you were. you peered around the room and saw your dress and torn panties and it all came rushing back. the drinks, the sesh, having sex with rafe cameron. he must have changed you because you didn't remember putting on one of his shirts or sweats.

you checked your phone and your parents had been blowing you up since 8am. it was noon. you had missed calls from esther and a series of texts that said she couldn't find you in the morning and hopes you made it home safe. "shit." you groaned and got out of bed, legs sore from the sex you could only remember flashes of. you tidied the room up and changed back into your clothes before walking downstairs with your heels in hand. you slowed as you reached the foyer, hearing voices from the parlor.

"i don't know dude, doesn't feel right to watch this."

"she was totally cool with it, c'mon."

"you're gonna wanna see this."

you recognized the voices as topper, rafe, and kelce. then a video began playing and at first it just sounded like porn, then you realized it was your moans streaming through rafes phone.

"you like the way i fuck you?"

"mhm..."

"use your words. you like my cock?"

"i love it..."

"good girl."

you felt sick to your stomach as you heard the boys commenting on the video. how could you be so stupid? of course rafe would record you without permission while you were off your ass last night. you only blamed yourself as you walked home from tannyhill.

the video followed you around over the summer and you only managed to escape it when you went off to college.

rafe never thought twice about you after that.

JACKSONVILLE: Present.

rafe stared at your instagram feed in utter disbelief. he hadn't thought about you or the video since that summer. he honestly forgot it even happened. he wasn't a douchebag, he was a handsome young man who took all the opportunities presented to him (as he told himself). was sending the video around immature and stupid? probably. he was a kid though. everyone makes mistakes, or at least that's what he tried to tell himself as he looked through old pictures of you. did you remember him? you must have. you looked different from the last time he saw you but he looked the same. you definitely knew who he was the second he came into the study room and he didn't know how to feel about that. it made his job easier and harder. he already had a connection with you, but he would have to go through a grueling apology process that he really didn't care for. he just needed to have you.

as he scrolled into the more recent stuff, he couldn't help but notice that you didn't post jj on here at all. the page was a monument to you, all the better, and you were gorgeous on here. 2k followers with 1k likes on every post you made and comments that varied from "you're so gorgeous" to "just give me one chance." you had a highlight titled "my <3" and there was only one picture of you holding jj's hand with the song "melting" by kali uchis which was posted only a month ago.

he left your profile and went into his camera roll, into the hidden folder and scrolled back to 2018. he found the video and pressed play, his cock getting hard immediately and straining against his pants. soon enough, he had his phone pressed to his ear and his hand down his pants as he watched you and kie gathering firewood. soon enough, he was cumming in his hand to the sound of you saying that you loved his cock.

rafe managed to clean up a little and continued to watch you, well into the night as you and your friends built a bonfire and smoked a joint. it was midnight when you all had decided to leave. he followed the dirty old van back to campus and learned where your dorm was, watching you and jj head in.

rafe made it back to his dorm at around 3:30am. the more he learned, the more questions he had. rafe fell asleep with only one thing on his mind.

you.

[juniperdugong]

Sugar Fiend

Pairing: Fem!reader x Denki (established relationship) Genre: Fluff CW: Swearing WC: 644

Day 3 of To Halloween with Love Event

A/N: First MHA fic and it's a drabble about this dork lmao

"Babe!" You called out.

...

"Babe!" You yelled out once again. Maybe he didn't hear you? You were currently digging through your closet and his friends are over tonight... Yeah, he probably didn't hear you if he's too busy playing games or catching up with them.

Getting out of the closet you see that the door's been closed the whole time - Denki must've closed it when he let them in. Opening it you're met with distant chatter and movement from everyone in the living room, "Babe! Denki! Come here!"

Immediately the pitter patter of feet come bumbling your way, "Waffup, my wove?" (Wassup, my love?) His face was stuffed with something that you didn't care to think about as a more pressing question was on your mind.

He leaned against the doorway, looking at you expectantly as he vigorously chewed and watched as you scrambled back into the closet. "I- I swear I left it in here... Have you-"

"Have I what?" He comes up behind you as you dig through the piles of clothes that you've scattered across the floor. "Woah, what's going on? We cleaning our closet out? Thought we didn't do that till spring..."

"No- I- Have you seen the bags of candy I put in here? I tried to hide them from Buzz (your dog) but maybe I put it in the other closet?"

...

You turn around as you're met with silence - Denki was never silent. Your stare bores holes into him as he blushes red like a tomato. You know your boyfriend well enough by now to know that silence was basically a confession in and of itself.

"Den-"

"Nope! Hahaha! I don't- Hmm..." His acting is hilariously bad as he scratches his chin and pretends to think. "I don't think I've seen any candy babe. You sure you bought it-"

"Denki Kaminari."

"Yep. Yes ma'am. Right away ma'am." He stiffens at your tone and does as he always does when he knows he's done something wrong, try to make it up to you - aka he's going to get more goddamn candy if it pleases his lady. "So stupid of me, really. Sheesh, how could I-"

"Denki... seriously." You roll your eyes with a small chuckle at how dumb this man gets for you.

"Yes, my queen!"

"Denki!" You flush as he yells as loud as fucking siren - running to shut the door your face turns hot. Oh god, what if everyone heard that? You're stopped as Kaminari swoops in to block you, deftly sliding his foot in between and in turn wincing as it gets squished.

He gives you puppy dog eyes as you attempt to kick him away and push him out of the doorway, "I love you so much, y/n..." It's so stupid how lovesick he looks as he's getting punched and trampled by you.

"You're so dumb!" Flushed completely red at this point you see Denki smile before using his actual strength to push the door open just enough to catch you in a small kiss.

"Guys! C'mon! Clean up those wrappers! We have to go get more candy!" Finally, he lets you slam the door closed as he yells to his friends. Of course, they ate it all...

"Why're we getting more? We just had like a ton..." You hear the muffled voice of Kirishima and the others as they walk past.

"It wasn't for us. Now we have to get some more for the actual kids." He's leaning his back against the door as they all pass by. The front door beeps as it opens and you press your ear up to the door to make sure you're in the clear.

*knock knock knock* "Love you." You can practically hear the smirk on his lips.

"Just-" You sigh as your heart calms down. "Don't get too much candy, dumbass."

A/N: First MHA fic and it's a cutesy Denki fic lmao, honestly, I thought it'd be Dabi or Shiguraki lmao, love getting into a fandom when the source has already ended. If this gets some good numbers I'll do more MHA and start a taglist. Also doing a double upload for this event tonight bc I didn't have time yesterday ;-;

Please Reblog and Comment (They act as power-ups for me)

[theres-a-body-here]

Daemonology: Purson

Male demon x Male!reader

Part 2

Purson sighed deeply as he tapped his claws on his throne. He liked to think of himself as a patient demon, but sometimes, he swore his followers were stupid.

You stood before him, nervously playing with your fingers.

"You stand before me to ask for…a kiss?" Purson asked, his deep voice resonating like a rumbling thunder.

"Yes, sir," you said meekly, unable to meet his fiery eyes.

Purson pinched the top of his muzzle, eyes shut as he contemplated. "I fell from heaven for this," he muttered under his breath.

Evocations don't happen often, and when they do, the devotee usually asks for riches, power, or some other vain thing. Purson was actually stumped you would waste such an event for a simple kiss.

He looked at the paper he held in his other hand, reviewing your profile. It seemed you were a devoted follower, which was certainly in your favor. Still, he couldn't help but wonder if it was worth the trouble of granting your request. After all, demons didn't just bestow their affections on anyone who asked.

But then again, maybe it wouldn't hurt to indulge you once. His red eyes finally met yours.

"Alright," Purson's deep voice boomed across the chamber as he made up his mind. "Come here, little one," he commanded, gesturing for you to step closer.

With apprehension, you approached him, feeling the heat radiating off his form as you neared his throne. He patted his lap invitingly, indicating where he wanted you to sit. Your heart raced as you climbed onto his lap.

As you settled onto his lap, Purson wrapped an arm around your waist, his sharp claws digging gently into your flesh. A shiver ran down your spine as you felt his warmth envelop you, both physically and metaphorically. He sets your profile on the desk besides the throne before focusing his attention on you.

Slowly, Purson cupped your chin in his large hand, careful not to prick you with his claws. His hot breath tickled your face as he raised your head towards his own. Gods, he truly was massive—his size alone enough to send a wave of trepidation through you. Yet despite your anxiety, there was also an undeniable thrill coursing through your veins.

He leaned in close until his lips were mere inches from yours, his eyes boring into yours. "Do you still wish for my kiss?"

"Yes," you whispered, feeling moths flutter in your stomach.

With a sudden motion, Purson leaned in and planted a quick peck on your lips. When he pulled back, he observed how your eyes were closed in bliss and your lips were parted ever so slightly, expectantly waiting for more. You opened one eye curiously, wondering why the kiss had been so brief.

"Were you expecting more?" Purson asked, feigning disdain to tease you, enjoying the way your cheeks flushed.

"No," you stammered, trying not to sound ungrateful. "It was perfect." Although it was clear that you desired more than just a brief encounter.

"I was just teasing," Purson admitted with a low rumble, patting your waist affectionately.

Once more, Purson cupped your chin tenderly in his palm and brought his lips to yours. This time, instead of pulling away quickly, he pressed his lips firmly against yours, allowing you to savor the contact. You closed your eyes as the warmth spread throughout your body, losing yourself in the moment.

As you surrendered to the kiss, you felt his rough lion tongue tentatively test your lips, seeking permission to deepen the embrace further. Without thinking twice, you eagerly parted your lips in acceptance, welcoming his probing tongue within your mouth.

His hot breath filled your senses as he explored every corner of your mouth, the taste of sulfur lingering on his tongue sending shivers down your spine. It wasn't unpleasant though—far from it—and soon you found yourself matching his fervor, eagerly returning each stroke of his tongue with one of your own.

As the kiss came to an end, Purson gave your waist a gentle squeeze before pulling away. "Was that to your liking?" he rumbled with a hint of amusement in his voice.

You nodded vigorously, causing him to chuckle deeply. The vibrations of his laughter sent pleasant shivers through your entire body.

"Good," Purson declared with satisfaction as he released you from his lap. Standing up shakily, your knees threatened to give out beneath you, but somehow, you managed to maintain your balance.

"Make sure to send in the next person on your way out," he instructed, already focusing on another devotee's profile.

With a dazed expression on your face, you nodded obediently and began to make your way out of the temple, the memory of his kiss still fresh on your lips.

Maybe you might find the courage to ask for another kiss at the next evocation—but for now, you knew better than to push your luck too far.

After all, even demons had their limits.

[libbys-braincell-loss]

Im bored as hell so heres a short SMG4 x SMG3 oneshot (idk what to name it)

(Kinda angst? Not exactly, it also mostly includes some wholesome fluff too; takes place after the events of the Puzzlevision movie and references IGBP, so spoilers for that ig lol)

(Also its really short)

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SMG4 was out for a walk, late in the evening outside of the castle. He was lost in thought - a lot of things were eating him up inside his mind since the day Mr. Puzzles took him and his friends and forced them to perform in his dumbass shows.

Just one thing was going through his mind.

When Mr. Puzzles showed him his corrupted behavior when he was going through the phase where he absolutely had to make the perfect video ever.

"Who knew that you could make such a great villain?" Mr. Puzzles had said.

He really did become a villain, didn't he..?

That was an entire year ago, and he still regretted his choices and still beats himself up over moments like that.

SMG4 stands in places and observes the pebbles on the ground.

"SMG4?"

The familiar voice surprised him. He turned around, and not too far away from where he stood was SMG3, holding his beloved Eggdog.

"What are you doing out and about at this hour?" SMG3 asked.

"I could ask the same to you?" SMG4 said in return.

"I always let Eggdog roam around at this hour," SMG3 said, putting Eggdog on the ground, as he hops off. "It's quiet out. No one, specifically Mario, is up at this hour to disturb our peace. It's real nice. ...Why are you out here? You're rarely out and about this late."

SMG4 sighs. "I've had things on my mind, and I thought touching grass would clear my head, y'know?" He chuckles.

SMG3 begins expressing concern, but is very quick to hide it. "What's up?"

SMG4 observes the ground. "Do you realize that I went through that... 'absolute perfection' phase over a year ago? Can you believe it's been that long?"

"Oh, shit," SMG3's eyes widen. "Time really flew by, huh?"

"...Yeah."

SMG4 stares sadly at his castle, not too far away.

"To think that something so impressive and monumental... wouldn't be here if I didn't do something so dumb."

SMG3 worriedly steps closer to him, realizing what's up.

"Is Mr. Puzzles' comment bothering you?"

SMG4 looks at 3. He nods.

"I just... hate the fact I was so selfish that I ended up hurting the people I cared for most," SMG4 says, blinking back tears creeping through his tearducts. "I didn't want to be a villain, I never wanted to..."

SMG4 buries his face in his hands. SMG3 inches closer, holding out his arms, but ultimately deciding against putting hands on the person considered his rival, so he lowered his arms.

"I never considered you a villain, SMG4."

4 looks up at 3.

"You were blindsighted, but the stupid keyboard corrupting you up was out of your control," says SMG3. "You are a dumbass, not a villain. You never had malicious intent. Mr. Puzzles is wrong and we are all thankful he's dead. He was such a sicko-"

SMG3 gets cut off, as SMG4 hugs him. SMG3 feels 4 silently sobbing into his shoulder. He is in a stun lock for a second, before coming to terms that 4 was hugging him. He wraps his own arms around his crying "nemesis". He gently rubs his back reassuringly.

"4, I promise you, you are no villain. You could never be a villain like me." SMG3 says, chuckling.

He feels SMG4 chuckle a teensy bit while buried in his shoulder, reassuring 3 that he would be okay, thus bringing him back at ease.

"Says the person who saved my life and called me a friend," SMG4 says, face still up against SMG3.

"Not like you said anything different when you saved my life," SMG3 chuckled.

SMG4 slowly lifts his face away from SMG3's shoulder.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you cared about me," SMG4 said half jokingly.

SMG3 smiles sadly.

"I'll be honest, I'm tired of pretending I don't."

SMG4 and SMG3 look into each others eyes. 4 smiles slyly.

"I knew it. I knew you were a tsundere."

SMG3 gently pushes SMG4 away from him, smiling and pretending to be mad. "Don't make me actually hate you."

4 chuckles.

SMG3 looks at him again. "Are you sure you're okay now?"

SMG4 smiles.

"Much better, thanks to you."

SMG3 smiles, looking to the ground.

"Don't mention it. ..Seriously, don't mention it. If Meggy hears about this, I will not hear the end of it."

SMG4 grins, and begins walking back toward his castle, as Eggdog walks up to his owner, ready to head inside.

"I heart you too, SMG3," SMG4 says before walking to the castle entrance.

SMG3 rolls his eyes, smiling, as he picks up Eggdog and the two head back into the cafe.

[spiderlandry]

Can you do a Chad Drabble with the enemies to lovers/ close proximity trope? 

can do, anon! i love the close proximity trope, but i’m not too experienced with enemies to lovers but i hope you like it anyway!

100 follower event

warnings/tags: mention of a bad experience(? vaguely), mentions of alcohol consumption, parties

bad idea — chad meeks-martin

Chad doesn’t know what he did to make you hate him.

Prior to meeting you, he’d seen you around before. It’s difficult to miss you even on the large campus—you were attractive. And when he found out that you were friends with Mindy and Anika, he was overjoyed to have a close connection to you because it meant that he could get to know you.

He noticed that you were slowly becoming part of the friend group, getting to know the Carpenter sisters and Quinn, and in turn his roommate, Ethan. And so he waited for you to approach him first.

But you never did. Ever. He began to notice how you avoided him when he greeted you, responding with a curt ‘hi,’ but without your smile. Not that he thought you owed him, of course—he just had no idea why.

And he asked Mindy.

She responded: “Oh, yeah. They don’t like anyone from the football team. Thinks they’re assholes.” With a laugh, refusing to elaborate on that bombshell his sister just dropped.

Chad’s logic? If you think he’s an asshole, he may as well just be one. So that’s how he began to act around you.

It’s been over a year since he first met you. He teases you when he can, provoking you at any moment possible. He hasn’t seen you around in a few weeks.

(He’ll never admit that it makes him sad.)

Tonight’s frat party is up and running—just a little bit of fun before finals start. Everyone takes their mind off things.

So how exactly does he find himself in the basement, locked inside? He doesn’t know.

“Hey!” He bangs on the door incessantly, trying to catch anyone’s attention from the other side. He can hear snickering and the music, and that tells him that he won’t be let out any time soon. Justin must have done this, he thinks, berating his friend. As payback for eating his food yesterday. “This is fucking stupid.” He mutters under his breath.

He descends down the stairs, shoulders slumped, throwing the empty red solo cup on the ground.

But his eyes catch on a familiar figure standing against a wall, seemingly surprised at his presence. You.

“What are you doing here?” He doesn’t expect an answer, frankly because he believes any conversation he’s had with you has been less than ten words.

“It’s a shit party.” You shrug.

He scoffs, “So why’d you come?”

“Bored.” Your lips purse into a thin smile.

“Is this why they locked me in here? Because you’re here?”

You laugh, and he tries to push down the way his heart leaps at the sound. “I don’t even think they know I’m in here. Why would they do that, anyway? Am I that bad to be around?”

“Don’t act like you don’t hate me.”

Your eyes narrow, “I don’t.”

His brows shoot up. “Really? Okay, then.” He walks closer, stopping a foot away. “Why do you never stay when I’m around?”

He tries to ignore how your eyes wander to his arms. The sound of his throat clearing is apparently enough for you to stop practically gawking at him. Did you like his muscles? He can't help but be plagued by the thought.

"Alright, fine." You sigh, admitting defeat. "I try to stay away from guys like you."

He's baffled. So you really do just hate frat guys? Based off a generalization? He bites his tongue when he wants to add that Ethan is in a frat too. The same frat as Chad! And you still have no problem with Ethan! Do you hate jocks? Is that it?

You seem to notice his inner turmoil, though you don't understand the stress over one person's opinion of him. But to him, it's your opinion that he cares about.

"What do you mean by guys like me?" He shrugs, trying to brush off the fact that he almost spiraled in his head.

"Football team."

Ah, so Mindy was right.

"Why?" He tries not to sound desperate, but you don't even realize anyway, as something reminiscent of a shadow passes over your face.

"It was just a bad experience. And all the guys on there defended him. I can't get into it."

Oh.

And now he feels like the asshole.

He's familiar with the guys' antics, he really is. He knows how they speak about others without regard. The stories he's heard always make him leave, seeking better company.

"But..." You visibly slump. "I know you're Mindy's brother. And I know she tells me you're not like those guys. But I'm cautious, okay?"

He nods, wanting you to continue.

"I only really hated you during the first few weeks. After that, I just kind of...I don't know, felt bad that I treated you like that, you know?"

He doesn't know why he feels so elated, but he does. He extends his hand as a peace offering.

"Wanna do a truce?" He asks, a curious lilt to his voice. "You can get to know me and form your own verdict. Then you can decide if you like me. Sound fair?"

You smile. You smile, and it's genuine. To him, nothing beats that.

Well, nothing except what comes next.

You shake his hand, closing the distance between you and him. The hitch in his breath is noticeable but you don't say anything.

"I think I already like you," You admit. Truthfully, when you saw Chad, you felt the warmth radiating off of him. He was protective of those he loved. Even when he began to provoke you for no reason, you loved it.

Your lips are so, so close.

But you practically jump away from him at the sound of the door opening, accompanied with a male's voice and the music of the party, shouting for Chad to do shots.

He's wide eyed, wanting to continue what was about to happen, but you shrug and walk away. But you still leave him with a, 'Let's continue this later.'

[bluesylveon2]

omg, can I request number 13 with sebek please?????

I did it anon! I wrote this! The ending could be better but I think this turned out good. This prompt really fit Sebek too lol

Prompt: 13. We make contact before trying to steal the last seat on the subway/bus/train and I end up in your lap and fuck you, I’m going to stay here because I’ve had a really long day and this seat was mine

Note: Modern au and aged up characters

Word Count: 1691

Warnings: not beta read, possible OOC characters (Sebek is an asshole at first), and an attempt at writing subways (I based it off NYC)

500 Follower Event

Yuu was having a not-so-good, horrible, very bad day.

It had all started when she had slept past her alarm and woke up to Grim, the recent cat she adopted, making her sofa a scratching post. Then, after running out of her house with a white blouse, a skirt, heels, and a cup of coffee in her hand, she magically ran into someone, spilling coffee on her clothes. 

The person apologized, but Yuu wanted to scream. She only had 5 minutes left until her shift at the office started, and she did not want her boss or coworkers to get on her about it. 

(There was a redhead in the IT department who was strict and infamous for lecturing a coworker who was late by two seconds). 

It was a stroke of luck that Yuu made it on time. Everyone was too busy to notice her arrival except for Vil, who gasped at Yuu's current state. Luckily for her, he had a blouse and a skirt that he lent her (but not before giving her a lecture about her appearance). 

The rest of her shift was boring after that. Yuu quietly sat in her cubicle while the chaos happened around her. It was a typical day, to say the least, until her boss, Dire Crowley, showed up with a mountain of paperwork and wanted it done by the end of the day because he was oh-so kind. It reminded her of the infamous trio in Accounting and Finance, who she was 100% certain were in the mafia. And so, Yuu left her job with a massive headache, a plastic bag with the company label of her soiled clothes, and a list of how to get revenge on her boss. The poor girl was working like Cinderella, and she only wanted to sleep while cuddling Grim.

Yuu made her way toward the train station and mindlessly went to her stop. Yuu could not hold back her yawn as the subway appeared. She tiredly followed behind the crowd into the train, letting her feet guide her inside. It was partially full, and luckily, only a few people entered with her. Her eyes landed on the spot near the door, perfect for her to sit and decompress. 

Yuu only took two steps towards the seat when suddenly, a man with slicked back light green hair, yellow-green eyes, and the strangest green and black outfit she had seen sat down in HER seat. Now slightly awake but more annoyed, Yuu marched toward him. 

"Excuse me, sir. That is my seat."

The man looked her up and down at her appearance, and his lips curled up in disgust like she offended him. "It is clear that I saw this seat and sat down first. Therefore, it is my seat."

Yuu huffed and wanted to say some not-so-nice words to him, but some children were around her. She chose to look down at his stupid-colored eyes with determination. "Look, mister. Don't you know the saying 'ladies first?'"

The man scoffed, "Of course I do. Do you think I was raised like a barbarian?" He said and eyed the plastic bag in her hands. "Unlike some people. Besides, I must be in top shape after spending all day protecting my Master."

Yuu stared at him like he was a crazy person. "You- jjsndgondvisjdf" She could not form words and chose to say sounds instead. One parent covered her child's ears. 

"Do you not know who I am?"

Yuu stopped her rambling and looked at him. "I don't know and I don't care. If you don't move, then I have no choice."

The man's eyebrows furrowed, "What are you? HEY!" He yelled, causing some people nearby to silence him. Meanwhile, the girl on his lap made herself comfortable. "What are you doing?"

"Sitting," She said like it was obvious. She turned her head to look into his eyes; a frown etched on her face. "Look, I had a tiring day today too, but I need to sit down after a long day at work."

The man blushed at the close proximity and looked away. His face was slightly red, and a pang of guilt filled his chest. "I'm sorry for being rude to you. I was unaware."

Yuu waved him off, "It's alright. You didn't know." She suddenly yawned and rested her head against his chest. She could feel how fast his heartbeat was going but was too exhausted to ask why. She felt like she was covered in a blanket. "You can just chill until it’s your stop. I'll get up when it is my stop."

The man looked at her curiously, "Where is your stop?"

Yuu yawned again. Her eyes felt heavy. "Ramshackle Street," she replied, her eyes getting starting to close. "You are so warm and comfortable," she said absentmindedly, wrapping her arms around his torso. 

"Hey! What are you?" Sebek stopped talking and stared at Yuu's sleeping face. He moved his arm to shake her awake but stopped. He could see how exhausted she was by looking at the eye bags under her eyes and how she managed to sleep so quickly. It reminded him of Silver, but slower by two seconds.

Speaking of, Sebek's suddenly rang, and his friend's name was on the caller ID. 

"Hello?"

"Ah! Sebek! There you are! We were looking for you. Where are you right now?" His other Master and Silver's adoptive father, Lilia's voice, replied. "My phone died, so I must use Silver's khee hee."

"Father, that's because you misplaced your charger." Silver's voice called out. 

Lilia laughed. “Silly me!”

Sebek rolled his eyes, “Is the Young Master safe?” 

Lilia huffed. “Malleus is next to me, eating some ice cream. You know how he is, but we have a more important matter to discuss. Where are you now? The city must be so big for you to accidentally wander off."

Sebek sighed. He should have been more diligent and kept sight of Malleus (the tallest person he knew) or Lilia, but he didn’t. And now he was stuck on a train with a random girl sleeping on his lap. 

It was like the girl knew he was thinking about her because she mumbled something about 'that damn Crowley' and was loud enough to be heard by Lilia.

"What was that?"

Sebek scrambled to say something, "I apologize, Master Lilia! I am taking a train that will stop in the Diasomnia area, but I might be delayed. You see, there is this girl-"

"A GIRL?!?" Lilia exclaimed, "Why didn't you say that earlier? Is she your girlfriend? Did you meet online and finally get to meet in person? Am I finally getting grandchildren???"

Sebek could tell that Silver was rolling his eyes at the last part. "No, Master Lilia. She was exhausted from her work and ran into me on the subway. She is taking a nap right now."

"Oh, crumbs," Lilia sighed dramatically. "I thought I would finally experience what it is like being a grandpa. You know I am not getting any younger."

"We know." Silver and Sebek said at the same time. 

"Well, make sure that the girl gets home safely, Sebek. Do you know where her stop is?"

"Ramshackle Street."

"Perfect!" Lilia exclaimed. "It is actually nearby Diasomnia, so we can meet you there. Malleus has always wanted to explore it anyways. It is known for its historic mansions, you know. Make sure to send your location or call Silver so we can find you."

Sebek nodded and adjusted Yuu by securely wrapping an arm around her so she did not fall off his lap. "Understood. It should be one of the upcoming stops, so I should be there soon."

"Good. See you soon, Sebek!" Lilia said and hung up. Sebek pocketed his phone and looked down at the sleeping Yuu. She looked peaceful, and she was breathing quietly. However, she did look cold, and her thin long sleeve did not look like it was enough. Sebek took off his coat, leaving him in his white shirt and tie (it surprised him just how he did it, given the complex design), and wrapped it around Yuu's body. He wrapped his arms protectively around her again and sighed. 

"Next stop is Ramshackle Station. Stand clear of the closed doors, please," the intercom's voice called out. 

Sebek gently shook Yuu's shoulder. "Hey, you need to wake up. Your stop is coming up."

Yuu slowly opened her eyes and looked around her surroundings. "Huh?" Her eyes landed on Sebek's face. "Oh, right. I took a nap on you. Let me get out of your way." She moved to stand up but was stopped by Sebek holding onto her hand. 

"You have a few minutes until the train stops. You can stay until then..." His voice trailed off. 

Yuu chuckled, her laugh sounding like music to Sebek. "Where are my manners? I'm Yuu." she smiled, causing Sebek's heart to skip a beat. 

"I'm Sebek Zigvolt." Yuu's smile grew even wider as she clung to Sebek's coat. Realizing the unfamiliar fabric, she looked down in shock.

"Is this yours? Here, let me return it-" She began to take it off only to stop when Sebek shook his head. 

"Keep it. Besides, you can wear it even longer if you allow me to walk you home."

Sebek expected her to say yes, not jump on him, and wrap her arms around his neck. "Yes! Thank you, Sebek!" She grinned. Maybe her day was finally getting better after all.

Bonus: Sometime during the walk back to Yuu's house. 

"You know, this fabric seems pretty fancy. Are you a bodyguard or something?" Yuu asked while rubbing Sebek’s coat between her fingers. 

Sebek nodded and smiled proudly. "Yes, I am. In fact, you might meet my masters when I drop you off."

Yuu's eyes widen. "Really? They must be important people for you to call them that."

"Of course! It is none other than the great Malleus Draconia! He is so great and powerful-"

Yuu sweatdropped as Sebek went on a rant about Malleus when all she wanted to do was to go home. 

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

[starwarsmum]

Day 23! Today's prompt is shovel talk and takes place during day 21's Meet My Partner ❤️

@maribat-calendar-events

“Bugaboo, come on, you know I'm right. Tell him to leave you alone for five minutes so we can talk.”

Sighing and letting go of his arm, Marinette encouraged Damian to follow Adrien to the drinks bar. She smiled at them as they walked away before allowing Adrien to have the privacy he wanted and glancing around the room.

Damian followed Adrien towards the bar located at the far left of the hall. He was not worried about a physical altercation with the boy, in spite of his control over the literal power of a destruction god. But he was worried that if he inadvertently offended Adrien, he would convince Marinette that he was not worthy of her affection.

They stood at the bar in silence for several moments, but Damian refused to be the first to crack. A golden rule of interrogation: the first to speak has already lost the upper hand. And so he waited until Adrien was ready to speak, in spite of wanting to get back to Marinette.

“So, why Marinette?” Damian pushed down a triumphant smirk and leveled a bored look at Adrien. The blond waited patiently, eyebrows raised, and Damian sighed internally.

“Marinette has far too many qualities for me to list them for you. Also, I am not confident that I can do justice to those qualities verbally. It will have to suffice for me to say that she is singular and I am enamoured.”

“Huh,” was all Adrien said, but he did seem to relax slightly. They offered drinks and turned to face the room at large. Damian's eyes locked onto Marinette and a tightness he hadn't noticed in his chest eased. “Okay, wow, you're not just into her, you're, like, stupid about her.”

“I do not appreciate you insulting my intelligence,” Damian growled, although his ire had more to do with the fact that he had just spotted Jon making his way over to Marinette. 

“Alright smart guy, let me just make one thing clear then - if you hurt her and she lets you live, you answer to me. And there won't be enough of you left to convict me of a crime,” Adrien threatened and Damian turned back to him, mildly impressed.

“Noted. I assure you that I have no intention of causing Marinette distress, but I am now aware of your position in the matter and you may take comfort in the fact that I believe you to have the resources to complete such a feat. Now, if we are finished, I must go and eviscerate my acquaintance who has accosted Marinette.”

And without another word, he stalked across the room, fully intending to end Jon's meddling.

_ _ _

“That was a fun evening,” Marinette said as they cuddled on a sofa in one of the drawing rooms. Damian gave her a crooked smile before resting his cheek on her head. “No, really, it was nice. And you look very handsome in your new suit, even if I do say so myself.”

“And you are radiant,” Damian murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. They stayed like that, in comfortable silence, for several minutes. “Your friend threatened me, by the way. It was very admirable of him, I did not realise he had such a vicious streak in him.”

“Of course you would be impressed with him giving you a shovel talk,” Marinette groaned, burying her face in his chest. “As long as you're fine, I won't murder him for being so annoying.”

“Love, he only threatened me because he cares for you. I am pleased that you have someone like him by your side when I cannot be. Your descriptions of him made him sound much more…ridiculous.”

“Pft, don't worry, he's plenty silly,” Marinette reassured him, letting out a yawn as she snuggled closer to him. “Do you want to watch a movie tonight? I was thinking we could make a start on one about games - it's based on a book too!”

“For you, I would do most anything,” Damian whispered, running his fingers across her face and tilting her chin up. A blush spread over her cheeks and he smirked again. “I do love seeing you blush.”

She made a whining noise, but didn't move away from him. He leaned in and kissed her gently, pulling her towards him. She melted against him and his heart beat faster as her hands snaked around his neck. 

It was several minutes later that they broke apart and Damian was sorely tempted to pull her back in. But she was tired and he was supposed to be going on patrol for the early morning shift. So instead, he helped her up and led her to her room.

“It is late, Marinette. Perhaps we may watch the movie you suggest tomorrow evening?” She nodded but when he tried to leave, she grabbed his hand.

“Will you stay for a while? Just to get some sleep,” she said hastily when he raised an eyebrow at her. “I just sleep better when I have you there. Otherwise I might end up staying up and doing commission work.”

“Tt, you are attempting to manipulate me into staying,” Damian accused her, although he was more amused than anything else. “It is fortunate that I am more than willing to help you get to sleep.”

The grin she gave him was tinged by the blood flooding her face, and he gave no resistance as she pulled him into her room after her.

[gaykarstaagforever]

Well! Second DMing session ended with the guy who made me do it, who was going to "help" me, hanging up on me mid-session and texting

So much for "I don't care if you don't know how to do it, I'll walk you through it," I guess.

I was very clear from the outset that I think most ttrpgs, and ALL DnD rules, are arbitrary math nonsense that you need a college course to understand, specifically created by terrible people to force everyone else to put up with their infantile, unintuitive view of the universe. I told him I hate this crap. He manipulated me into trying it anyway. Guess who hasn't changed his mind, and guess who is now throwing a temper-tantrum about it? I TOLD YOU this was a bad idea.

I read the book. The 8 books. It doesn't matter. They're math textbooks written by bad writers and my eyes kept glazing over. I don't understand why any of these rules exist. I'm just forced to memorize formulas. That I don't respect.

There is no space for reputation, or politics, or combat scenario realities, or random accidents and diseases, or genuine surprises, or living in an apathetic, living, breathing world that doesn't give a fuck about your Chosen One status. It is wizards casting fire balls, because the guy doing that hates his mom, and made up a rule set where he can play his weird stupid power fantasies. His weird, stupid, RACIST power fantasies, if this last group's predilections is any indication.

I don't have patience for this. It's arcane and unrealistic and sucks the joy out of everything and it ISN'T FUN.

If you love it, great. I'll get out of your way. But it runs counter to how my brain works and I fucking hate it. I love the idea of using dice to RP events and see what happens. But at some point of complexity you are just obeying someones precious little rule-book so obnoxious math nerds who memorized it can be smug about exploiting loopholes.

Go play a video game for that. That's not a healthy social interaction. That's yet another version of a group of fucked-up people being whiney and dogmatic about random shit they made up, specifically so they can be cool in a world they specifically designed for that purpose. And what the fuck is that? I hate them, and I hate that.

My old mantra was "nerds with math ruin everything." I was always half-joking, but only half. I have zero respect for everything this is, and what people are apparently looking for from it. It is frustrating and boring and limiting and stupid to me. I don't enjoy it. And I don't even want to ever play it again, because I dread being doomed to waste my brain power sorting out weird meta game math shit that doesn't seem to take into account any defensible simulation of actual reality.

I have spent 120+ hours over the last 5 months trying to get into this. Trying to get a handle on why people like it, to figure out the secret I am missing. I have spent stupid amounts of money on stuff, to that end.

And I either lack the 3000 IQ space brain to get it, or I absolutely get it, and I just absolutely hate it. Either way, I've had enough.

I want to do a D6 system that is just "roll against opponent, bigger number wins, DM RPs what that means." That's loose and interesting and feels like real life. The rest can go jump in the river.

"YEAH BUT THAT'S UNFAIR TO PLAYERS!"

The world is unfair to life. You're not 12 anymore. I don't get anything out of playing around in a baby world made for babies. You're just mad because it isn't going to work in your favor the way I'm proposing it.

It's like Tim Cain said about programming RNG. You give them real RNG, everyone gets mad because "it's not fair." Because RNG isn't fair. They don't want RNG, they want to be autocrats of reality, then soothe themselves that they're not in fact cheating assholes by claiming "the numbers worked out in my favor."

When the reality is that the system was specifically designed over 50+ years to give them an advantage. And that isn't RNG. That isn't playing a role. That isn't being a real hero by self-sacrificing and being randomly lucky and muddling through. It's just egotistical self-delusional nothingness.

Like, maybe these kinds of games are STILL niche things for a reason? Maybe the only really popular and profitable entries are video game and movie versions where you don't see the math, BECAUSE you don't see the math? Like I don't think I'm alone in not giving a shit about this byzantine, nerfed crap.

That doesn't make me better. Do whatever you want. But if THAT'S what you're doing, count me the fuck out.

I did my time, and I'm sick of this shit.

[crystallinestars]

Hello! I'm back for another rant :)

I was still thinking about Mihoyo's tendency to pair characters and play the ambiguity game to make more money and something I've noticed is that people will jump through sooo many hoops to defend the company. ''oh they can't be explicit because of censorship'', ''oh it's China, their culture is different!'' or even ''stupid entitled westerners always complaining about things they don't even try to understand smh 🙄''

Now, while I can agree that censorship and culture should be taken into account when talking about these games, I also feel like it's a bit disingenuous and lowkey patronising to chalk it all up to ''the Chinese are just all like that lol''

Like, why are we so vehemently defending a company that makes millions (if not billions) through ship teasing, as you've put before? Censorship does not change the fact that the development that characters get in these games (especially Genshin) goes out the window every other event or as soon as the main story is finished. And whenever I hear someone talk about censorship, I always think about Mo Dao Zu Shi (granted, the situation was different in its case so we should take it with a grain of salt) where its donghua and drama adaptations where indeed censored (but they were much more explicit than whatever's going on in Hoyoverse), yet the novel (the source material) had many MANY chapters with its two male leads going at it

I admit that I've been feeling a bit salty recently (because I feel like people only care about coding when it comes to the 'great' questions of ''OK but do these two men FUCK? How many times a day do they go at it and who's the woman in this ship??'' Meanwhile nobody ever talks about different dynamics, asexuality and aromanticism are seen as boring, and oh lord does bisexuality seem to be often treated as a trump card to say ''ok but this character is at least 50% gay'') and I also don't know that much about how everything works in China, but idk, I guess my point is that if they wanted to make ships canon, they WOULD (or could) find a way to do so

Anyway, your recent posts and asks also got me thinking and I guess I wanted to show you some support! I've seen your bio and I think it's a really smart move on your part to be clear on what you don't feel comfortable with from the get go. It can definitely be awkward when you have to tell someone that's just really excited to share their thoughts on something they enjoy that you're not interested and you'd rather not talk about this AT ALL. And it really does not help that popular ships tend to attract a lot of unhinged behaviour 😑 It's really refreshing to come across content creators like you, who are very clear in their boundaries and write such thoughtful fics

Once again, I hope you will be left to do your own thing in peace and that you'll keep finding ways and solutions for you to enjoy your favourite works without feeling alienated 💜

(And hopefully one day I will learn how to type short rants 😅)

Haha, short rants don't exist, Anon! It's perfectly okay to type long rants to me, I don't mind. If anything, I relish in them. As someone who rants and complains a lot myself, I welcome it when someone else does it. 😊 (I mean, just look at the length of my reply. I am not any better than you, dear Anon)

Lord, the "Mihoyo can't show explicit gay ships because of the CCP censorship" excuse grates on my nerves, as well. Censorship of homosexuality is definitely a thing in China, and it can sometimes be very horrible, but that's not what's stopping Mihoyo from making certain ships canon. They got way with a lot of lesbian ships in Honkai 3rd (though admittedly they had to tone it down once new laws were implemented, but the fact remains that at some point they were able to be blatant about their ships), and if we're talking actual coding, then Jeht being lesbian-coded is a thing that exists! If it was such a huge deal, I feel like Mihoyo would have either been way more subtle about it or not included these things at all.

It's just my personal opinion, but I'm certain that the reason Mihoyo doesn't make any ship canon is for the sake of making money. They need to sell characters, and the best way to do that is to allow players to enjoy characters the way they want. Assigning a specific sexuality or canon ship will crush the interpretations some players have about a character, and make that character unappealing. It would negatively impact their sales. Keeping things vague and only giving teases of the most popular ships seems to be the ideal marketing tactic for them. It panders to a lot more people this way and keeps most of them happy (however, the fact remains that they ignore a particular demographic of women, though that's a story for another time).

Regarding your reasons why people whip out the "coding" card... YOU ARE SO RIGHT! People only use sexuality coding as a way to "prove" their gay ship is canon and discredit any BG pairing. And they focus on things like one guy being muscular and the other more slender, and then assigning traditionally masculine and feminine traits to them, respectively. I could go on a whole separate rant about this topic, but I'll spare you the wall of text. Feminizing one of the guys in a gay ship is one of my biggest pet peeves, especially when it's OOC for the character.

One thing I noticed is that sexuality often gets used as a convenient tool to suit the needs of certain shippers instead of being used for actual diversity.

I can't tell you the amount of times I saw a sexuality tier list where the aromantic and asexual rows were treated as trash bins where people tossed the characters they didn't care about. There's no actual thought put into the sorting, and that's very unfair to actual aro and ace persons.

As for bisexuality... it's such a polarizing topic in fandoms. It's seen as a good thing when you have a canonical BG pairing, because then you can claim one or both are bi and therefore are also attracted to the same sex (as you said, they're "at last 50% gay" and can be shipped in gay pairings). However, if you have a non-canon BL or GL ship, saying one or both characters are bi is tantamount to treason. How dare you suggest they can be attracted to the opposite sex? That's erasing the gay representation!

Basically, bisexuality, much like the term "coding", gets treated like a tool that's allowed to exist only when it's convenient to a person, instead of as an actual sexuality real people have. I feel like bi, aroace, and pansexual people get shafted hard in fandoms in general.

Anyways, thank you for your support, Anon! I mentioned it in another post, but putting your likes and dislikes in the bio is a common practice in the Eastern part of the world, and I chose to copy that. I think it's a good way to meet people with similar interests while also letting those who have opposite interests avoid you. If the BL Anon had checked my bio first before following me, he could have spared himself some trouble haha. Sadly, it seems that many don't look at bios 😢

Thank you for your nice sentiments! I'm fairly confident that I won't be harassed, especially not in the reader-insert community, but I appreciate the thought! And hopefully I can find a way to combat the alienation... If not, then I'll simply uninstall both HSR and Genshin and find games that actually pander to me 😅

May you stay happy and free of harassment as well, dear Anon! 💚

[danses-with-dogmeat]

ook i'm not sure if you write fo3 companions, but for the 1.5k event could u pls do ☠️🦖 with Charon/Lone Wanderer: "If you touch me again, I will break your hand." I love Charon but i feel like he's always overlooked haha, thank u!

Oooohhhhhh, this was so interesting to think about! I usually write characters as wanting to be close to one another, pining or trying to be friends or whatnot, so this was a hard quote to apply to my usual stuff, so instead, I mixed it up a bit!

So here's some lovely angst for ya, plus Charon being extra grumpy, but can we really blame the guy?

I hope you enjoy!

"I'll kill for you because I have to, I'd die to protect you because I'm bound to you. I'm forced to. But if you touch me again, I will break your hand."

Lone felt his breath spill onto their face, the ghoul's substantial form towering over them, casting a bone-chilling shadow over their whole body.

"Is that understood?" Charon's cold eyes bore into them, freezing their limbs in place. They couldn't step back, couldn't shove him away, couldn't even blink as the ghoul's gaze tore into them and ripped away every shred of false control they thought they'd held over him.

Ordering Charon around, having him to settle every dispute of theirs, having to follow every order without complaints or second thoughts, it made them feel like they never had before. The power they held, the influence they had, the resolve they felt, the certainty of their own security by his hand, it had made them bold. Bold beyond what they could promise, particularly without Charon by their side.

Perhaps they'd used him, grown comfortable treating him as their slave, their guard dog, their own personal "problem solver". They'd never considered that he could grow tired of it all. That he could turn on them, that he could threaten them the way he was now.

That wasn't in the contract.

Finally, Lone swallowed hard, their hand visibly shaking as it released it's feeble hold on his bicep.

"I understand." They tried to inject strength into their voice, to sound firm and decisive, but still, the words shook as they left their tongue.

"I'm not your friend. We're not close." Charon stepped closer to them, forcing their own feet to move, to back them against the ruined wall behind them until they felt no more than a couple inches tall. "That paper is the only reason I'm here."

He spat out the word paper like he was allergic to it, and Lone could only flinch as his expression stayed hard as stone and as hateful as more than a lifetime of slavery could make it.

"If not you, then Ahzrukhal, if not him, someone else. Anyone else."

Lone nodded mutely, feeling the cool clamminess of sweat building over their forehead, the uncomfortable prickling as beads of it fell down their back.

"You're not special. I don't care about you. I work for you. And I do it because I'm forced to."

What was left of the ghoul's nose wrinkled in a snarl, his heavy brow furrowed, obscuring the stark, blue eyes below, and Lone could only just make out the glinting points of his canines within the black confines of his mouth as he growled at them like a cornered beast.

"If I had the choice, I would be far, far away from you. You're a stupid, spoiled little vault dweller who wouldn't last one goddamn day without me, and I detest working for you."

Tears were forming in Lone's eyes now, each word like a jab to their ribcage, bruising their feelings, their ego, their sense of humanity all at once.

Could I really have been so cruel for him to hate me like this?

Could I be... worse than Ahzrukhal? Than his other owners before me?

"You're nothing to me but a name on a binding paper." Charon leaned in even further, hunching over to remain eye-to-eye with his companion, with his charge that he despised, that they could see he despised in his every disgusted feature, every drop of fire in his eyes that screamed fury.

"Do I make myself clear?" He whispered, hauntingly, and if Lone felt frozen before, now they felt petrified, his searing words cutting into them, stripping away their defenses, leaving them pale and dead and hollow in their cruel wake.

They couldn't have said for sure if they'd given him verbal confirmation, if they nodded to him, or if he simply saw the answer in their desolate, distant features, but finally, he leaned back and away from them, returning to his massive height as his gaze still cast itself downward to hold theirs hostage.

Unblinking, Lone finally allowed themself to take a breath, one which they sucked in rapidly with their surprise as Charon spat onto the ground between their feet.

He turned away, his leather armor darker even then the night sky as he set off for the line of the dimly glowing horizon without looking back to see if they followed.

How could they? When their legs felt like clay, when their resolve had been beaten into the mud, soiled and brutalized until it was left nothing at all. When all they could do was think about how it came to this, how they'd let themself slip and become the enemy that they swore they were saving their companion from. When they'd ceased being his savior, and instead, had become his owner, abusive and immoral and unthinking, just like Ahzrukhal.

Maybe worse. Who knows but Charon? And he seemed to think so.

To think I'm not any different.

Lone took another breath, this time slower, as they watched Charon's form blur with the distance he gained from them. They felt heat well up in their throat, sting at their eyes, and their hands tightened into fists, their fingernails digging into their palms with the force of it.

How could I ever apologize for something like this?

How could he ever forgive me?

[randomkposts]

Hello, I like your takes about fem mello and matt, do you think a fem matt will be a spy/informant that delivers crucial information to Mello, and would use several disguises so as to not be recognised? Do you also think she might pretend to be stupid and not now anything so as to fool her enemies?

K:- Hey. Sorry for the wait. Hope you are welll.

Female Spy Matt could do whatever you feel like. Personally, I don't feel that playing airhead would be something that comes naturally easy to her after being third in Whammy's school of becoming Batman, but then again, the idea of troll Matt sounds funny, and could work. 

Fictional spy work is a lot more high stakes glamorous then IRL information gathering, which is mostly tedious work. Like watching security tapes until you find the event you are looking for. Even with fast forward, it still takes awhile, and can be pretty boring. 

Wonder if Matt went to Whammies in this AU, as it sounds like it could be a Gallagher Girls crossover.

E:-Great now I got Matt ripping off a fake wig as she getting far far away while on the phone with Mello, in my brain. Need to write. 

K:- you're inspired to write?

E:-I would be glad to write a mini scene for that!

K:- Wow! That's awesome. 

E:-

""-The bottles jump and rattle as the maid pushes through the thick carpet. Muttering under her breath as it gets stuck, pushing through until she finally reaches the room that needed to be serviced for another party from the guest. Getting to the door, she smooths down her gray faded uniform, using the sheen of the nameplate Candlewoods Suite to fix her hair. Brushing back brown bangs, she clears her throat as she knocks loudly on the heavy wooden doors.

"Room Service!"

Heavy footsteps come, and she stands up a bit straighter. The door rips open revealing a large man with cool shades of tinted true blue, pulling his shade down his eyes roam over her form, an unimpressed tsk leaves him.-""

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We never changed Matt and Mellos names right?

K:- Nope. They work as gender neutral names.

E:-

""- "About time, here," the maid scrambles to catch the bag of clothes he tossed," needs to be washed. Get the room ready by tonight and host another party…"

She begins to pull her cart in as the man continues speaking to her in those tones she used to hear through doors, snapping his fingers as he walks out the door. His expensive shoes snag on the way," Fuck! These better not get scuffed!"

"Sorry! It was an accident!" She said scrambling to pull it over, careful to make sure her pile of sheets and towels don't spill. The guest grunts, as he checks his shoes, the maid glances around the room as she leans back from his glare.

"Do your job right," he snaps before leaving, his phone in hand, he leaves completely shutting the door behind him as he complains on the other side of his cell phone. The maid waits, listening his loud voice fade as he leaves the hall and to the elevator. Even as the man's voice is muted, she waits by the door, ear pressed against the cool wood. Hearing nothing she sighs, and pulls away, feeling an itch for a cigarette.

"Finally," she breathes rubbing her neck, she rolls her eyes remembering the guy's attitude," a real prince charming that one."

No guards upstairs– security is lax, she notices, his entourage would be waiting for him below. It's still early morning, four hours max.

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The room was a mess, bottles of champagne everywhere, sheets on the ground and knowing what the staff despises seeing, shimmery glitter in the carpet. If she leans back she could see the bathroom is a mess and she can't even begin to start..So she doesn't. Pulling off the sheets and towels from her cart she finds the cases of wires and small little cameras needed.

Her foot kicks aside plastic flutes on the carpet.

The guest had made a lot of enemies. The maid pulls out paintings and uses a small cutter and begins to dig in. Real big ones willing to pay a good price for dirt, and Mello had connections to make.

So here she was, loyal best friend, MVP, getting to work. Whatever this guy did wasn't her concern, all that matters is funds are refilled and what has their foot nudging into the underground. If there was anything that stuck to her back Whammy's, information was priceless. Hacking into things and getting their hands to make laughing gangs go quiet, and faces go red in all types of shades she ever saw. Give her a laptop and she can find anything, what sucks when you need more of the juicer parts, you're going to have to get in to do that yourself.

She makes quick work, finding spots where she can hide microphones, removing panels of mirrors of aesthetic design for more discreet shots. Feeling under the wood for hollow spaces she hides more as she needs. Her laptop sat on the newly made bed with fresh sheets, multi screens of windows open making sure everything worked.

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K:- you write a nice spy piece, Eclipse. Good sense of intrigue. 

[lgcxjasper]

NOW PLAYING: 19 by Stray Kids. SOLO | OPEN EVENT 003 wc: 898

There's nothing wrong with how he does things, really. He had come to terms with that a short while ago, but... something was off. It wasn't necessarily the talent, not to really brag on himself; he knew he wouldn't have gotten into the company based on anything else alone, if he didn't have the talent, or at least the potential. He possibly had nepotism on his side, but even that it was marginal in comparison to some of the other trainees and idols that have gotten a chance. It wasn't like he was grandfathered in-- it was trot, not pop.

No, he was missing something. And the worst part, really, was that he *knew* he was missing something but he didn't have the expertise, despite seeing his mother perform a million times, to really decipher what it was.

Maybe he just didn't quite have the guts to confront it; but that required him to dig deeper, and frankly, he was worried about what he might discover.

He's meticulous when he glances in the mirror, the song vibrating his ears. It's bright, but the energy helps him with the adrenaline and the fact that there are more than just his eyes on him. Frankly, they feel like they're boring a hole into each dance step and in the floor, and soon he'll get swallowed by it because he has a few missteps.

Or maybe he was just being dramatic.

When the song finally finishes, he exhales greatly, sweat forming and threatening to drip off his chin as his muscles ache. He had been at it for hours, and he could have returned to the dorms to rest, but he'd be a bloody idiot if he hadn't taken this opportunity from the coach for some one-on-one. She offered; so he'd take anything he could get. It was safe to say he was a little frustrated.

When he looks at her, her eyes are narrowed, and he can't tell if he's about to be praised or yelled at, or worse-- neither. One more mumble of a keep working hard, jasper, and he thinks he might pull his hair out.

"Jasper,"

Her voice pulls him out of his thoughts, and he peels dark eyes from the ground to give her a look to show he was listening.

"Well, first off, your dance skills certainly have improved. Stamina, too. You seem more grounded in the moves you're performing, sure of yourself. Transitions have more intention, that's great." He offers a soft bow, and then she continues with a head tilt, and his heart skips out of his chest, he swears. "I don't... quite believe you though."

"...believ-"

"You don't dance badly, it's decent, actually. We know you're excellent vocally, of course. Even your rapping skills have gotten better."

He sighs, biting his lip nervously. "Thank you..."

She stands from her position, crossing her arms over her chest. "But...I still don't. You're not.. it's clear you know what you're doing..but it's just that. You do the moves just as they're taught, you sing the parts just as they're taught..."

"What's wrong with that?" He tries to hide the frustration in his voice, but it shows in the ends of his brows, in the exhaustion he suddenly feels in his body.

"Jasper, you've been watching a trot singer your whole life, but this is...quite a bit different. You can't allow yourself to fade into the background, even if you're part of a group; in fact you shouldn't. You don't want that. You don't want to be forgettable."

He exhales sharply. "... alright. Then, how do I fix it?" He wipes more sweat off his brow, and the scowl on his face is obvious.

It still doesn't deter her from saying what she says next, a sigh of confirmation leaving her lips, "... depends. Either you've got to learn to, or you have to not hold yourself back." She says definitely. "You've got to learn to let go and actually be in the performance. Stop caring about if you look, silly, or stupid. You might not look like neither if you actually try. Stop being scared or nervous about what performing might bring you."

Oh. Oh.

The frustration that was on his face now is replaced with a layer of confusion, and she holds a hand up to tell him to pause while she continues."It's more than just doing the moves, singing the notes. You've got pull them in from the very beginning, make sure they believe whatever story you're trying to tell. I know it seems safer, to not make.. any big plays, but they can't see where you stand if you don't stand anywhere, Jasper."

The words uppercut him in the face and he runs a heavy hand over his face, the tightness in his chest spreading until he felt like he might just turn into stone. His tongue feels dry, and it takes him forcing himself to move, grabbing a sip from his water until he's realizing she's probably waiting for a response. "...okay. I'll.. I'll try."

And really, he didn't have a choice.