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[quilliums]

U alive?

Eh kinda. I think I've been on tumblr maybe a handful of times in the last two or so months and I'll favorite a few things then leave again. To be real with you? It's all so fucking fake and empty to me anymore.

I very quickly got more done then I can put into words with pretty much everyone I follow and everyone who follows me and all of tumblr.

It's not going to sound good because I'm not going to sugar coat this or walk it back because that'll be useless. Everyone is just going to twist whatever I say at this point so here it is:

It is very telling that when I, a trans man, reblogged posts (and directly asked mutuals) to literally do nothing and not spend money on the new IPs that came out this year that actively use that money to harm trans people I was told to mind my business. That their personal blogs and spending habits have no impact on trans people and that my request to literally do nothing instead of spending money, again to DO NOTHING, to help trans people was unreasonable. But. But that's fine what ever. I'll just mind my business I guess and only reblog helpful stuff, positivity, and fandom. That's cool we'll all stay in our corners and that'll be the end of it. Nah tho. Because when I do nothing, when I don't want my blog, the one the very same people said shouldn't be concerned with suffering, taken over by literal live footage of children dieing and some of the most horrific things some how I'm actively participating in genocide.

When others actually participate in my suffering the request to do nothing is too much and how dare anyone even imply that makes them a participant in trans deaths. When I do nothing, on a god damn tumblr blog let's remember the stakes here and the difference between literally giving money to fund transphobia and me simply not reblogging something, in the face of others suffering I'm automatically an antisemitic hate mongering participant in a genocide.

[mintaikk]

Why Blitzø Likes Stolas

I've made jokes about Blitzø liking Stolas bcuz his type is tall, rich, powerful demons with musical talent, and that's probably kinda true, but I wanna talk about the real reasons Blitzø likes Stolas. Tldr at the end.

I think one of the major reasons Blitzø likes Stolas is how kind, sincere, and affectionate he is. Stolas is always making sure he is okay and is very passionate about litterally everything he does (dramatic little bitch, lol). And while he's ignorant ("my impish little plaything"???), he does mean well. Taking Octavia to Looloo Land to make her feel better, Going full demon mode to save IMP, his attentiveness to Blitzø during his mental breakdown in Seeing Stars, him absolutely adoring Octavia, him helping Ozzie when he gained no real benefit, etc, etc.

Also, expanding more on the affectionate part, Blitzø is shown to not get much affection or love in his life at all. His family situation was a giant mess (his dad literally sold him for 5 bucks and a condom Jesus Christ-), and Stolas is a very loving and affectionate person. Obviously, this is shown with Blitzø, but also with Octavia ('my precious little starfire', always staying patient with Via, even if he can be a bit dismissive, going full demon mode when Blitzø said he lost Via), and even his plants (he raised the flesh-eating plant since he was a kid, he pets the plant, on his insta he called a puprle rose "a handsome little rose"). And yeah, he's going to be affectione with Via, that's his daughter, but in Hell, (or maybe just from Blitzø's perspective, it'a hard to tell honestly) that's shown to be a rarity. So obviously, he's going to admire that about him.

And also, compare that to Blitzø's life. His dad saw him as less than, something happened that made his sister hate him, his mom seemed to be a good parent, but she's dead, his best friend and former crush hated his guts for 15 years, his daughter does care about him but she also mostly just shows anger and annoyance with him, and even Moxxie, who'd I'd argue is his best friend, gets annoyed with him constantly (I would too tbh but this isn't about that). Stolas just being his loving and affectionate self and being so happy to see him and always being so sweet to Blitzø is like a breath of fresh air to him.

Another thing is that Stolas shows clear interest in the things he likes. Take horses as example, bcuz we all know Blitzø is obsessed with them. Most of the time, his friends are pretty passive about it, but Stolas actually indulges him. Some of this is from their instas, but Stolas got him a horse Hoodie, he draws horses with him, and Stolas even got inspired to draw because of Blitzø.

(Also, plz note that in another post he commented that it smells like Stolas, and I want everyone to appreciate how happy he looks in this photo while smelling it again)

Blitzø probably admires Stolas's theatrics as well because despite growing up in a Circus where you were supposed to be dramatic and showy, he was still always taught to ignore or hide his true emotions (Cash ignoring that he didn't want to go to the Goetia Palace because "MONEY"). And while Stolas was raised the same way, he still wears his heart and emotions on his sleeve and is always showing them, whether it be positive or negative

And we all know thst Blitzø has major self hatred issues, but Stolas was genuinely interested in Blitzø as a person. Laughing at his jokes, asking how his day went, and with all of this, you can't help but wonder if Blitzø was figuring out that he did too. I think that's why he was so heartbroken about Ozzie's. Because to him, Stolas hiding his face was just proof that Stolas didn't care. That he was just a little plaything. But, Blitzø liked that Stolas liked him for who he was, and that he didn't have to pretend to be someone different.

Yes, ik Blitzø wasn't here for some of them, and he thinks that Stolas is just faking all of this. BUT, Blitzø can notice things subconsciously, and the stuff that Blitzø wasn't there for was to talk about Stolas's character as well. That's why I wanted to talk about this, to talk about what Blitzø sees in Stolas and his character.

Feel free to add anything if you want! I'd love to hear your guy's opinions, takes, and thoughts on the ship. I'm probably gonna a make a post on why Stolas likes Blitzø at some point, lol

Tldr; Blitzø likes Stolas because he's kind, sincere, loving, affectionate, passionate, caring, dramatic, and likes Blitzø for who he is.

[iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin]

airp2ds

read part one of airpods here!!!

wc: 2k reader: femme!afab (matt calls reader a "pretty girl", is called a "young lady" by their uncle-- it's meant to feel derogatory ofc, reader is wearing a skirt, reader dances at a strip club in stilettos) warnings: smut 18+; MINORS DNI!!! -- specific warnings under the cut -- less of a bonkers scenario, but some really rich and fun plot development this time; funny & angst & fluff surprisingly-- stepcest obvi and we discuss it summary: after (y/n)'s little stunt a few days ago, their whole family gathers for an anything but peaceful dinner. rivalnewstepbrother!matthew has no interest in helping you out of this awful situation. or does he? yooooooo this only took 4 months to post, but it's perfect so hope you'll forgive me!! i TOLD you i'd do it eventually. and i did. missing organ and all. ilyyy thanks for bearing with me ੈ✩‧₊˚

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warnings: 18+ explicit smut, stepcest and we don't ignore it, p-in-v penetrative sex, brief heavy petting/fingering, not entirely safe cum destination lmao, unprotected obviously (do what you want, be smart), reader is a dancer at a strip club and their family is appalled, swearing... this one made me feel again yay

you stick your fork in a potato and pop it in your mouth, chewing and swallowing as you stare at your plate. your entire extended family converses around you at the long, glass dining table, celebrating your new stepdad’s birthday with your mom’s locally famous honey ham and roasted potatoes. 

everyone’s having a goodman ball.

everyone except... you.

after suffering such a devastating defeat a couple nights ago, you’d been avoiding matthew like the plague. tail between your legs, you’d stood up from your stepbrother’s bed after he left you high and dry— sulking all the way back to your room.

you’d been avoiding matthew so diligently since then that this dinner was the first time you’d seen him since his fingers were inside you. he’s eating a little too well and talking to all of your family members, oozing respect and likability. 

you’ve never hated anyone more.

“now matthew,” you grandmother starts, reaching out her hand to him, “please tell us more about what you’ve been doing abroad. it all sounds so important from what your father’s mentioned!”

matthew smiles humbly. “i’ve been pursuing a career in performance in seoul! it’s really not all that important in the scheme of things, but it’s definitely been one of the most rewarding experiences of my life.”

“don’t be too humble, matthew,” your stepdad calls from the head of the table. “he works tirelessly day and night to accomplish his goal! he’s such a great kid.”

“we’re so very proud. i never imagined having a child with such passion and drive!” your mom chimes in obliviously. her eyes widen when she realizes what she said and she clears her throat awkwardly. “i mean, a son, that is.”

you close your eyes, stabbing a roasted red potato and letting your fork clatter onto the fine china plate. 

“(y/n), how are you doing?” your uncle asks quickly. “have you found a better job yet?”

“i’m doing fine, thank you,” you answer through gritted teeth. “and i like my job. i’m not interested in finding one that society would categorize as better at this time.”

“but a young lady like you shouldn’t be—.”

“but what i am interested in finding a better version of,” you interrupt, picking up your glass of wine and downing the remaining contents, “is a family. one that doesn’t judge me or compare me to my new stepbrother— who, if i’m to judge from how you all indulge him, is jesus christ reincarnated! how divinely exciting!”

“(y/n),” your mother scolds, grabbing the empty wine glass out of your hand. “don’t be so cruel to your brother.”

“he’s not my brother,” you assert, snatching the wine glass back. in a flash, it slips from your fingers and shatters onto the dining room floor.

“you always do this,” your mother sighs, shaking her head in disappointment. she can’t even look at you. "you get so jealous when anyone is doing better than you are. i’m just so tired of your selfish immaturity.”

“perhaps it's time for you to get your own apartment and stop freeloading off of us,” your stepfather says with a sigh. “then you’ll find the motivation to stop working at that indecent bar and start making a proper living.”

your stomach flips at the threat. “i grew up in this house. you moved in a year ago after the mortgage was already paid off. doesn’t that make you as much of a fucking freeloader as i am?”

“(y/n), stop this right now,” your mom tries again to quiet you.

“you talk like that and you think you could ever be as well-liked as my son? the—”

“dad,” matthew says, trying to interrupt the rant that’s already begun. he should know by now it’s too late.

“—reason that no one here ever boasts about your accomplishments is because you have none. the reason no one ever praises how respectable you are is because it would be a lie. you—”

“dad,” matthew says again, louder this time but it still doesn’t reach the ears of the valentino-suited man turning red in the face.

“—are an ungrateful brat of an adult child that doesn’t even have enough vision for their life to stop working at a strip club.”

everyone at the dinner table gasps. so the truth has been set free: ‘bar’ had been the code word your ashamed mother and stepfather had been using in place of ‘strip club’ for the past year.

guess their resentment had finally outweighed their shame.

your gaze travels down the table, landing on matthew. he’s staring at his lap awkwardly.

“if you’ll excuse me,” you say, standing up from your chair and giving a big, facetious curtsy. “the whore will leave the table now.”

——

you slam your bedroom door behind you, storming over to your bed and picking up your favorite plushy— the one your dad had bought you for your high school graduation before he... it’s a baby fox, pink blush across his smiling face. usually the only aggression you feel towards him is that of cuteness, but suddenly you find yourself filled with rage.

how had you not noticed before just how much barnaby foxworth iii looks like your stupid fucking stepbrother!?

you turn around, hurling baby foxworth across your room with a scream. your eyes widen as the plushy lands in the hands of his human twin. you hadn’t heard him come in over the blood rushing in your ears. 

matthew looks at the plushy, brow furrowing as he studies it. “i feel like i’ve seen this face somewhere before.”

“get the fuck out of my room,” you growl, walking over to him and grabbing baby foxworth. you frown as matthew holds onto him, not letting you pry your own plushy from his hands. “let go of him! what the fuck is your problem!?”

“i distinctly remember you stealing something from me a couple days ago and making it quite the fucking challenge to get it back,” matthew argues, pulling a little harder. “besides, how much can you really want something that you just threw across the room?”

you continue a tug-o-war for your beloved baby fox until you hear a sudden ripping noise. matthew lets go instantly, fear splayed across his face. you take baby foxworth in your arms, finding the fabric tear at the base of his little neck.

“i’m so sorry,” he apologizes quickly. “i really didn’t meant to—.”

“you’re sorry?” you repeat, jaw clenching as you step towards him. “sorry for what? sorry that you mamed barnaby foxworth iii? sorry that you barged into my room without knocking? sorry that i’ve made yet another mess out of a family celebration?”

“(y/n)…”

“sorry that all you do while they ridicule me is sit there and stare at your plate? sorry that your dad married my mom?”

“wait, (y/n)—…”

“sorry that i work at a strip club? sorry for what we did the other day?”

“i—…,” he stutters hopelessly. “i—.”

suddenly, your lips are on matthew’s— his body tensing at the unexpected action. you pull back, eyes meeting his.

they’re wide, shocked, confused. his hand reaches towards your face quickly and you think for a moment he’s going to slap you with it, but instead, he cups your jaw.

holding you still, he brings his lips back down to touch yours again. it’s a slow, languid kiss that, in and of itself, feels like an apology. a genuine one. 

it’s overwhelming. it challenges everything you thought you knew about this stranger you were now forced to call family.

you step back, clutching baby foxworth tighter to your chest. 

“they were so impressed when you told them you’re a dancer,” you whisper, tears beginning to spill over. “why were they so disgusted when i told them i am, too?”

his face falls as he thinks about your words. “i think you know why.”

you press your lips together, a sardonic huff of a laugh escaping you. did you really think you’d get sympathy from him?

“but it’s not fair,” matthew continues. “it’s not fair that they treat you that way.”

you’re afraid to look up at him, eyes remaining fixed on the tear at your plushy’s neck. “i didn’t even think you’d noticed.”

“i’ll admit, i didn’t see it at first. it’s not like i’m here that often,” he replies with a sigh. “and i guess i did think you were the problem. and i do still think you’re part of the problem, don’t get me wrong.”

you roll your eyes, looking down at the floor.

“but maybe you’ve forgotten that no one knows what my dad can be like more than i do,” matthew says, wrapping his hand gently around your upperarm. “i thought maybe he’d finally changed for the better after marrying your mom, but i know now that’s far from the truth. and i can try my best to help you from now on, if you’ll let me.”

“thanks,” you say quietly as your eyes meet his. he smiles softly at you before you promptly brush his hand off your arm. “but i still don’t like you.”

your hostility just widens his smile. “i thought you’d say that.”

you turn, walking back to your bed and placing baby foxworth by your pillows. you think about what your family must still be saying about you around the dinner table. your thoughts are halted, however, when a warm, muscular chest is soon pressed against your back.

“i was just wondering,” he says softly against your ear, arm snaking around your waist. “there has to be something about me that you like, right? i mean, you're the one who wanted my face in your cunt. and don't think i haven't heard you call me perfect a few times now.”

“i meant it as an insult,” you breathe as a hand reaches underneath your skirt— fingers beginning to pad delicate circles over your panties.

“was screaming my name while cumming all over my fingers also supposed to be taken as an insult?” he asks, knee against the back of yours until you tumble gently onto your bed— his arms catching you and flipping you on your back to face him. “you must’ve really been trying to offend me.”

matthew shimmies your skirt and panties down your legs and you find yourself assisting to kick it off with your foot onto the floor. he laughs much too smugly as he unzips his slacks and discards them onto the hardwood. you hover your foot over his groin, brow raising in a threat.

“okay, okay,” he admits in defeat. as a grin stretches across your lips, he bites at your thighs hungrily and sighs. “god, i wish i wasn’t your brother.”

“matt!” you screech in horror and he takes the opportunity to sink himself inside you. you gasp at the sudden stretch, a protest turning to a whimper as he smirks at you. “matt...”

“no need to worry, baby,” he coos, tip of his cock reaching your backmost wall. “it’s pretty obvious there’s a divorce on the way. my dad’s already let it slip to me about how he secretly blew all the money in their joint savings on a third yacht.”

“my mom’s been fucking her tennis instructor for two months,” you reply, trying to hold yourself together as matthew increases his pace. “and her golf instructor. and her pilates instructor. and her business lawyer. and her—.”

matthew’s lips meet yours. “you’re so fucking hot.”

you run your hand up his chest, tugging at his shirt until he pulls it off over his head. it’s a shame to admit it, but... he is perfect.

“but if our parents get divorced, we’ll never see each other,” you say with a pout. you shake your head quickly, realizing what you just said. “which i’m totally fine with. but you’d probably be really upset.”

a particularly rough thrust sends you reeling— crying out in pleasure and totally blowing your act. 

“yeah, it’d be really hard for me,” matthew patronizes, mimicking your pout. “g’nna cum for me, pretty girl? hm?”

“fuck,” you whine, nearly at your peak. you honestly had no idea how good at dancing matthew was, but if he was half as good at dancing as he was at fucking, then even goddamn dick van dyke would be proud. your walls flutter around him, a chorus of moans as he pushes you over the edge.

“oh my god,” matthew rasps as you reach your climax, his thrusts growing more desperate and sporadic. “pussy’s so fucking perfect, baby. made me want you so bad, i—.”

he pulls out quickly, a few pumps before painting your cunt with his cum as he moans under his breath. he stares at the sight for a few moments before his head tilts thoughtfully and a smirk upturns a corner of his lips.

“something to share with the class?” you ask, one eyebrow piquing.

he laughs, shrugging at your prodding. “i was just thinking about how i definitely wouldn’t be the golden child anymore if anyone knew about this.”

“i dunno. i think somehow you’d still come out unscathed,” you say, shaking your head. “i must’ve tempted you. coerced you. blackmailed you.”

he smiles at you sadly. “listen, i know that... i know things must suck for you right now and—... i mean it when i say i’m gonna try my best to fix—.”

“matthew!”

you both freeze as the sound of your stepfather’s voice rings from downstairs. matthew clears his throat, calling back, “yeah?”

“come downstairs! aunt bethany wants to talk to you about visiting seoul.”

“okay!” matthew answers. he rolls his eyes. “i hate your aunt bethany.”

“you and me both, kid,” you reply, sitting up on your hands as matthew hurriedly gets dressed. “have fun.”

“come with me,” he requests, picking up your skirt from off the floor and holding it out to you. 

you consider it, but shake your head. “tell me if you hear any good gossip about me. i have to get ready for my shift anyway.”

“really? you’re gonna go strip after this?” matthew asks, lips parted in surprise.

“dance,” you correct. “i’m gonna go dance.”

he smiles. “when do you get back?”

“around one,” you answer, standing up and walking over to your vanity. “why?”

“my flight’s at midnight,” he says, biting his lip. your mascara clatters to the table as a tiny, annoying ball of disappointment forms in your chest. “so i guess i’ll catch you another time.”

you don’t say anything— just continue doing your makeup as you try to ignore that growing ball. 

“okay then,” matthew says finally, opening your door. “bye, (y/n).”

“my mom’s birthday is next month.”

the words slip out of your mouth before you can stop them. you don’t regret it.

“she likes you more than me, so,” you continue with as much nonchalance as you can feign. “she’d probably want to see you.”

matthew catches your eye through your mirror. he just smiles.

~ EPILOGUE ~

you clamber through your bedroom door in the dark, stilettos still on as you stumble into bed and flop onto it in exhaustion. you clap your hands— bedside light turning on as you reach for baby foxworth. you cradle him under your chin, squeezing him tight. suddenly, you remember the tear in his neck from when matthew had ripped him after dinner. 

you feel around for the hole, but are surprised when you find a crinkly, purple sticky note instead. on it, is written: 

told you i’m gonna try to fix everything.  — your favorite brother ;)

“disgusting,” you mutter under your breath, turning your attention back to baby foxworth’s neck hole. except...

there is no hole.

okay, matty, you think with a smile. let’s see what you’ve got.

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

When people become convinced that they have no power to change anything within the system—that's when folks choose violent options. More importantly (since there's always someone around who chooses violence), that's when folks begin to support *other* folks choosing violence.

That's where we are. Most of us Know that no matter who we voted for, the corporate heist of America would go on. Neither Harris nor Trump had any interest in ensuring that ordinary people get quality healthcare everyone can afford.

We know voting is irrelevant to creating a society in which we can all prosper. The oligarchs have very carefully dismantled the ability of ordinary people to get justice. In their greed to get everything and hold all power, they forgot to allow folks to feel like they had hope.

Folks with no hope of getting justice within a system, have no reason to uphold the system. Lots of folks are talking about the French revolution and the Russian revolution, but don't forget how FDR addressed the problem in the US.

FDR created Federal programs that gave people hope for a scrap of fairness. He stopped violent revolution in the US by making the country a fairer place. He has been viciously hated for it for nearly a hundred years, by the rich people whose necks he saved.

When so many ordinary people celebrate the killer of a rich evil man, that is 100% the fault of the oligarchs. In a society where most folks can feel some hope for a fair and decent life, there's not a lot of fertile soil for growing outlaw folk heroes.

Now The Claims Adjuster, admittedly, is a smart and creative performance artist. But he wouldn't be loved in a fair, compassionate, and decent society. He is loved specifically because our society is unjust and cruel, and leaves most ordinary folk with no hope of a better life

If the oligarchs want to prevent more Adjusters, it is 100% in their power to do so. Change laws/policies so that everyone can get justice. So that everyone can eat, be housed, be free to pursue dreams and joys, pursue an education, enjoy clean air and water, have good healthcare

Anyway, this I learned in high school humanities, and I am pretty sure the oligarchs learned it too. They'd just rather pay influencers to try to shame us, than work to get us healthcare. Fuck em, and long live The Claims Adjuster.

[viktorsblanket]

SFW Headcanons for what Jujutsu High Student!R would buy or make everyone for Christmas. Was thinking R would be like the 12th son of some rich family that gets hidden away at Jujutsu High 'cause they think he's too weird (and therefore a perfect fit at the school :P), and he wants to thank them for being his "better family".

JJK HC’s

Yuuji, Nobara, and Megumi.

Yuuji isn’t that much of a complicated person, he probably wouldn’t want much but you know he’s a little bit of a nerd when it comes to comics, manga and anime. Christmas was soon and you wanted to get him something special, a gift of appreciation! You wanted to at least get him something he likes, something nice, and you thought getting him a figure of his favorite character from a show he watched would be perfect! — you bought him the gift and handed it to him on Christmas, you expressed your thanks and how grateful you were for him and his presence, for being a younger sibling that you’ve never had before, he was happy by the gift but more about your words, his friendship meant a lot to him and you..he gave you a tight hug as he thanked and told you how he would always be there for you.

Nobara..oh dear. You knew she was an expensive gal especially since she basically went shopping anytime she could..you would occasionally join her on a shopping spree which she LOVED since you always knew the best places to go to! You thanked about maybe getting her some expensive perfumes since she loved nice scented things, so you thought Dior perfume would be good enough for her, of course the cost of the gift wasn’t a problem at all. — once you got it you gave it to her, you could tell she instantly loved it by the way her eyes lit up and she smiled, she clapped her hands together and thanked you for the gift and how she knew it was expensive you told her it wasn’t an issue at all and you just wanted to get her something to appreciate how she treated you as a friend and somewhat like family than some outcast or annoyance. Nobara gave you a tight hug as she said how much she loved you as friend and you meant a lot to her, gifts aside she was grateful for you.

Megumi wasn’t much of a materialistic person, you were unsure on what to get him. You thought back on what he would like but nothing came up..but then something..clicked! You were going to take him out to eat to an expensive restaurant of course the treat was on you, he wasn’t really a fan of Materialistic things. But you knew he liked food so you didn’t see a problem with taking him out to eat! — as you took him out you talked to him, telling him thank you for everything and for listening to your troubles as well as for being there for you whenever you needed it. He was like a missing part of you that you felt like you needed, you appreciated him so much and his company, you loved him like a brother, he was a really nice guy. Megumi doesn’t really smiled but he smiled right when you started speaking, responding with how he doesn’t mind and he’s glad it’s impacting you in a positive way.

Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko.

You knew Satoru didn’t really need anything considering he basically had a lot of things but still felt like you needed to get him something. Probably a new outfit? Most likely something expensive too knowing Satoru’s taste in clothing.. — you got him a really nice outfit, a casual but expensive one. You tried giving it to him but he was out on a mission, you wrote a note leaving it in the bag with the rest of his clothes telling him how great he was doing even though he took on a shit ton of missions, and that you wanted to thank him for being a great friend, on how funny and unserious he was, you appreciated when he was at times when you told him certain things going on in your life he actually gave great advice and was a good listener.

Shoko was also a simple girl who loved to hang out with you and catch up on her smoke break with you, she would talk with you about her day and other things as well, you liked her company you found her funny and caring. She offered you a hit but you declined since you didn’t smoke, you weren’t trying to get into that and she understood of course so she wouldn’t smoke that much around you. Shoko liked doing her makeup and making herself look pretty, so of course you knew what to get her. — you got her an expensive kit of makeup that had many lipsticks, shadows, powders, etc, you gave it to her the next time you guys hung out which was on Christmas, she told you that you didn’t need to buy her such an expensive gift, you explained to her why you did what you did, why you bought her all of the stuff you did. She was one of the people who genuinely sat there and listened to you and how you wish you weren’t hidden away at Jujutsu High and how you liked her and her time with her. You appreciated the hang outs and long talks you guys would have, she gladly accepted the gift and even offered to do your makeup as a silly little joke.

Suguru’s favorite food was Zaru Soba, you guys usually went to go get some occasionally but haven’t really been hanging out much since he’s been busy with a lot of things. You felt bad for him that one of you great friends were being drained and tired out by missions so around Christmas time you had a plan to take him out to get some Zaru Soba. — As you took him out you had a long talk with him about how he took on too many missions by himself and how he was tiring himself, you were worried about him. Suguru ranted to you about his missions and such explaining how tiring it was to be a sorcerer, you told him just to relax and enjoy the day with you since this was the least you could do, you wanted to relieve some of his stress and it worked! He thanked you for the day out with him and the food, you told him not to worry about it and that you would always help out someone you viewed as family to you, you explained you were thankful for him and just wanted him to be okay.

Kento Nanami

Nanami was a simple man, he didn’t really seem like the type to ask for anything but knowing how he always wanted to be on time to things and was an organized man you planned on getting him an expensive watch, when he was free he would usually hang out with you and give you lots of advice and tips on things you talked about or just stuff in general. You felt like he deserved something for how he treated you, he was a nice man and a great tip giver. — you got him a Patek Philipee Nautilus. It was an extremely expensive watch but also was a good one, it matches his uniform when he goes out to work and his other outfits, at first he tried to refuse the gift but you insisted for him to keep it, as for thanks of his time and helpful advice, for helping you with things you couldn’t get done by yourself.

Yuki

Yuki usually picks you up with her motorcycle when you two make plans to hang out, you wanted to get her a new one in replace for her current one. You felt like she should have a more flashier and newer one than the one she has now. She would always try to get your type to see if she could find you anyone to be with she felt bad that you’ve never dated anyone before..you could care less for dating so she eventually gave up but still hung out with you, she would tell you all about what she’s been up too and other things in general. — you got her a brand new motorcycle at first she was surprised you got her something so.. expensive? She told you she appreciated it a lot and she’d be sure to take care of it giving you a big hug, you loved how caring she was especially when you would give her stuff she would be very grateful and appreciative.

[mynameisjag]

Quick Prompt: Wanting What Someone Else Has.

Scott finds out about the new Logan, Wade doesn't care about Scott's problems. Logan isn't even aware.

Wade stared at Scott.

Scott stared at Wade.

At least the mercenary assumed he was, kind of hard to tell, you know…with the glasses…

He’d give him a point for managing to get the drop on him though, showed up late enough not to be any help, early enough were they hadn’t left the mark's disgustingly beige mansion.

It looked better with the splashes of red everywhere.

Even the boring ass, uncomfortable lounges that they were sitting on, looked better with the splatter.

Cyclops was sitting on the less messy one, so maybe he didn’t agree or he just choose that one because then they could just sit and stare at each other face to face.

“Where’s Logan?”

“Better question, how are you alive? This better not be some multiverse MCU bullshit.”

Logan was probably eating his fill in the kitchen, the owners pervert party was catered and why leave and get underwhelming fast food when there was free rich fucks food that was going to go to waste anyway.

Lo had talked about his…hunting trips…sometimes, always on the move, always going from target to target, that at one point it was just sensible to eat what was there, rest, take what was need and move on. Considering how most of the fucks he went after were people of high importance, government jobs or just rich assholes, their was always alcohol, fancy foods, and wallets that no one noticed was gone till it was too late.

So this current hit was just another day for the feral.

Scott’s Logan was more man then his, could easily be mistaken for just another human without powers.

Wade’s though, his had lost himself to the calling of his inner animal and became it as he hunted those that had hurt his family. Body changing to its new needs, becoming the human predator he needed to be.

Logan hated it, hated what his body became, his behavior, his instincts, everything that changed, he hated it all. He spent so long trying to fit the profile others had tried to shove him into that losing himself to what was himself was a failure in his eyes. A shameful failure.

It wasn’t true of course and they were working on that, both supporting each other because they both were so fucked up but at least they were fucked up together.

Wade talked to the air and the millions of eyes that watched them, Logan would snarl and make more animal sounds then use his voice at times.

The merc highly doubted the X-men, at least this version, were going to be able to handle his Wolverine.

“There’s no dog for you to collar here, laser pointer, so why don’t you make your way back to whoever else has found the well of life in that mansion and fuck off.”

Seemed like he might have hit a nerve as that frown somehow got deeper, “I’m here for my friend.”

“You’re a good couple of states away from your Wolverine’s grave, can get you an Uber there if your that directionally challenged.”

“We know he is here, with you-“

“-Nope! Again, you have eye issues not hearing, your-hear that strain on that-your Logan is dead.” Deadpool reached forward to grab a drink he had set on the end table earlier before getting interrupted, “speaking of dead, you still haven’t answered how you’re still kicking around.”

“Your life isn’t the only one that involves time travels.”

“Oh, good, just the normal X-men bullshit then, should we be expecting the other Logan then?”

“No…he is still…gone…his body, or what we can find of it, is now resting back at the mansion…not all of us are back.”

“Oooh, I probably should have put that puzzle back together before jumping…everyone is still on the fence on whether or not old Wolves would have gotten a kick out of me playing Ninja Warrior with his tibias?”

“And what does that mean?”

“Ignore it and my little chats with the “gremlins” as Honey Bunny puts it, now, I’m going to guess you thought if you couldn’t have one, you figured you could take mine? Did Daddy Professor not drill in manners in all of that training, it’s rude to take other people’s stuff.”

“He isn’t your ‘stuff’, you don’t know how to handle him.”

At that precise moment, Logan ran past in the background, on all fours and a chunk of meat in his mouth, the merc was glad that Cyclops couldn’t follow his line of sight because of the mask. Cause all the red head had to do was slightly turn his head and he would see the man he was searching for bounding upstairs like an overly excited puppy with a new toy.

Either the man found fresh grade A steak or he had decided that some one smelled delicious and took a chuck. 50 50 chance on either option really and at least the blood was everywhere here instead of back in the apartment.

Al was less likely to complain when she didn’t slip and slide through puddles of blood.

“Handle him? Scottie too Hottie!”, at this point he lifts his mask enough to sip at the drink in his hand, grimacing at the flavor, how did they make fruit soda taste bad, “ugh, high society tastes are awful,” he wiggles the can at the other man, “want it?”

“No.”

“Don’t blame you, I can how ever blame you for thinking that for some shit reason that Lobunny, wait fuck that’s a Pokémon, Lo Bun Bun, is unable to think for himself and that I somehow can stop him from going wherever he wants to go.”

“He hasn’t came home, yet, if he was able to go-“

“That place isn’t his home, you are not his X-men, he is not a replacement, well, he is an anchor being replacement but not a ‘pick up where the last Logan left off’ replacement. So what ever regrets or amends you wanted to have, they should be aimed at the grave and not the man you wished was the one you lost,” Deadpool threw the can over the others head, before flipping over the couch he was on, landing on his feet and giving double finger guns at the X-man before the can could hit the wall, “well, good chat, but we gotta go!”

Scott was standing up now, face serious and ready to counter argue when flashing lights from outside reflected in the windows, sirens coming closer, “is that the police?”

“Yeah!,” now the mercenary was opening a window, hanging halfway out of it as he made grabby hands at something above him, “hope you got a ride,” blue colored gloves grabbed his red ones and he was yanked out and upward, “tootles!”

Scott took a deep breath, calming himself down before turning and heading toward his own escape.

He’ll try another day.

[monichouu]

In the club with rich yuppie kids.

Synopsis: Giving that rich kid, Satoru a chance. Cw: drinking, whole lotta sex. Making out, cr3ampie! puşşy eating, praise k1nk! Slight mentions of cursing. Sub y/n, dom Satoru :-) B@ckshots, unprotected s3x, h@ir pulling, dacryphillia.

For some reason, you thought college was going to be better than this. You imagined it as a fresh start—a place where things would finally fall into place, where you’d find your people, your purpose. But it turns out you were wrong, and not just a little wrong—‘spectacularly’ wrong. The kind of wrong that almost makes you laugh when you think about it. Almost.

You haven’t made any friends, but that doesn’t really bother you. It’s not that you didn’t try, exactly; you just... didn’t see the point. Everyone here seems to be the same—spoiled, shallow, and obsessed with their own lives. They’re the kind of people who drive luxury cars to class, who talk loudly in coffee shops about summering in Europe, who’ve never had to think about what something costs. You could spot them a mile away—the rich kids, the yuppies who live in some shiny, golden bubble you have no desire to burst into.

But there’s one of them who grates on you more than the others. One in particular, whose smug face always seems to be just within your line of sight. He’s everything you despise wrapped up in designer clothes, with a name that probably comes with a trust fund. You don’t know why he bothers you so much—maybe it’s the casual way he walks through life as if nothing bad could ever happen to him, or the way people flock around him like he's some kind of sun. But whatever it is, you know you dislike him more than the rest of them.

And the worst part? He’s noticed you too.

At first, it was just glances—quick, indifferent, the kind you could easily ignore. But then they lingered, like he was sizing you up. It pissed you off, though you tried not to show it. He had everything handed to him, and yet, somehow, your existence caught his attention, like you were some kind of curiosity he couldn’t quite figure out.

You caught him staring a few times in the library, across the quad, even at that one lecture you both had. Always with that same half-smirk, like he knew something you didn’t. It wasn’t flirtation; no, that would’ve been easier to deal with. This felt like something else—like he was amused by you, or worse, entertained.

And now, every time you see him, you feel the tension building, like a storm that hasn’t quite hit yet but is brewing, waiting for the right moment to crash down. You’d ignore him if you could, but it’s hard to ignore someone who seems to make it his mission to get under your skin. After one of your classes ends, you’re packing up your things when you catch a snippet of conversation from a group of girls in the row behind you.

“Yeah, it’s at the old warehouse, should be packed,” one of them says, her voice full of excitement. “Everyone’s going.”

You don’t care much for parties, especially not ones thrown by the people you’ve spent months avoiding. But something about the way they talk—like it’s ‘the’ place to be, like everyone worth anything will be there—gets to you. Maybe it’s curiosity. Maybe it’s just a need to do something different, anything to shake off the monotony.

Before you know it, you’re already considering it, despite the little voice in your head telling you it’s a bad idea. You brush off the nagging feeling that this is a bad idea. Maybe it is, but sitting alone in your dorm doesn’t feel any better. So, you decide to go.

Pacing around your room, you stand in front of your closet, arms crossed, eyeing the limited selection of clothes you have. Nothing screams party—not that you care about impressing anyone, especially him, but you also don’t want to look completely out of place.

You pull out a few options, toss them on your bed, and stare at them, feeling stupid for putting this much thought into it. But you know how these things work. Everyone will be watching, judging. You settle on something simple, comfortable, but decent enough not to stick out for the wrong reasons.

After one last look in the mirror, you grab your keys and head out, half wondering if you’ll regret this later. Moments pass, and you’re already on your seventh shot, feeling the warmth spread through your veins, a pleasant buzz dulling the edges of your reality. Just as you think about grabbing another, a voice creeps up behind you.

“Slow down, mon cher.”

You whip around to find Satoru leaning against the bar, that infuriating smirk plastered on his face. He looks far too comfortable in this chaotic environment, as if he belongs here while you’re just a lost wanderer trying to navigate the crowd.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” he adds, his tone dripping with that same casual arrogance.

“I bet you don’t even speak French, dip-shit,” you shoot back, forcing yourself to maintain eye contact despite the way your pulse quickens. “Oh... somebody is tense tonight,” Satoru teases, leaning in slightly, that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face.

“Or maybe I just can’t stand pretentious assholes who think they own the place,” you fire back, matching his intensity. “Trust me, you’re not helping the atmosphere.”

“Ouch. That hurts,” he says playfully, dramatically placing his hand on his chest as if you’ve just delivered a mortal blow.

“Good. Maybe it’ll teach you to keep that smugness in check,” you reply, rolling your eyes but unable to suppress a small smile. You know you shouldn’t let him get to you, yet there’s something strangely entertaining about this back-and-forth. He pauses for a second, his playful demeanor shifting slightly.

“You look good,” he compliments, his gaze moving up and down your figure with an intensity that catches you off guard.

You arch an eyebrow, trying to maintain your composure. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Satoru,” you retort, though your heart betrays you with a quickened beat. You can’t help but feel the heat rising to your cheeks despite yourself. He chuckles softly, sliding onto the bar stool next to you, taking up space like he owns the place. With a casual flick of his wrist, he orders the most expensive drink on the menu, clearly trying to impress you.

“Only the best for such great company,” he says, looking at you with that annoyingly charming smile. You can’t help but smirk.

“Is that your way of winning people over?” you ask, taking another sip of your drink. The warmth of the alcohol loosens you up a bit, and the tension between you shifts slightly, making the atmosphere feel less charged and more playful. “Maybe,” he replies, looking back at you with that confident grin, running his fingers through his silky white locks.

You can’t help but appreciate how effortlessly he carries himself, but you shake off the thought. “Well, good luck with that,” you say, raising your glass slightly in a mock toast. “I’m not that easy to impress.”

He leans in closer, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “Challenge accepted.” “I could easily satisfy you this entire night... if you gave me a chance,” he says, leaning in with that trademark cockiness, his gaze unwavering.

You can feel your cheeks heat up despite yourself. “Is that so?” you reply, trying to sound unimpressed, but the challenge in his eyes makes it hard to maintain your cool demeanor. “And what makes you think I’d want that?”

He smirks, clearly enjoying the banter. “Because, deep down, I think you’re curious.”

You raise an eyebrow in amusement. “Hm, I’m interested. How can you?” you challenge, leaning in slightly as you take another sip of your drink, intrigued despite yourself.

He meets your gaze with that confident smirk, clearly ready to play along. “Well, for starters, I could show you a good time. You know, get you out of your comfort zone,” he replies, his tone teasing but with an undertone of sincerity. You consider his offer, feeling a mix of curiosity and excitement. Before you can overthink it, he stands up and gestures for you to follow him.

“Come on, let me show you,” he says, weaving through the crowd. You trail behind him, trying to keep up with his confident stride. He stops at a door slightly ajar, revealing a room that’s been turned into a makeshift bedroom—string lights hang on the walls, and some cushions are tossed around. It’s surprisingly cozy compared to the chaos outside. You sit on the bed, looking up at Satoru, who leans against the doorframe with that trademark smirk still on his face. The warm glow from the string lights casts a soft light on his features, making him look almost disarming for a moment.

“So, what now?” you ask, crossing your arms playfully, trying to keep the mood light despite the flutter of nerves in your stomach.

He pushes off the doorframe and takes a step closer, eyes glinting with mischief. “Now? Now we see if I can impress you after all.” “But we can’t have fun if we’re fully clothed, right?” he suggests, a teasing glint in his eye as he steps closer, clearly enjoying the playful tension.

You raise an eyebrow, trying to suppress a smile. “Is that your big plan? To get me to strip?” He chuckles, hands raised in mock innocence. “Just a suggestion.”

“Fine,” you murmur, feeling a rush of adrenaline as you slowly begin to undress in front of him. You try to maintain your composure, even as you can feel his gaze on you, assessing and intrigued.

As each piece of clothing comes off, a mix of excitement and nerves fills the air. You meet his eyes, searching for any hint of judgment, but all you find is a look of genuine interest. He starts to undress too, moving with a confidence that sends your heart racing. Before you know it, he’s positioned himself above you, his body hovering just inches from yours.

“This is where the fun starts,” he murmurs, his breath warm against the crook of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You can feel the weight of the moment pressing in, a mix of excitement and uncertainty swirling within you. His lips press against your neck, warm and soft, slowly nipping and licking your skin in a way that makes you gasp softly. The sensation sends a shiver through you, a mix of thrill and vulnerability.

You arch your neck instinctively, inviting more, caught between wanting to push him away and craving the closeness. “Satoru,” you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper, your heart racing as the room feels smaller and the tension thickens. You softly moan as he continues to press kisses along your neck, leaving behind a trail of hickeys that mark your skin. He pulls back slightly to admire his handiwork, a smug smile playing on his lips. “Looks like you’re mine for the night,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing.

He moves away from your neck, his gaze dropping to your lips as he crushes his mouth against yours. His kiss is urgent, hungry, his tongue seeking entrance as it slides against yours.

“Ngh…” you whimper, the sound muffled into the depths of the sloppy kiss. He pulls back slightly, his breath warm against your face as he gives you a lingering look. “I gotta say, you’re a good kisser,” he remarks, a playful grin spreading across his lips.

He breathes softly, his lips curling into a teasing smile as he moves down, his fingers grazing the hem of your underwear. The light touch sends a jolt of electricity through you, and you feel your breath hitch slightly. Satoru yanked your underwear away from your hips. Your pussy glistened with excitement, the swollen lips shining under the fairy lights. Satoru's eyes feasted on the sight of your arousal, a smile spreading across his face as he imagined how it would feel to bury his tongue between your slick folds.

Satoru plunged his tongue deep into the slick, welcoming folds of your pussy. He swirled his tongue, exploring every inch of your wet velvety walls of your sex wrapping around his probing, hungry tongue. “Hmph! A-Ah! Toru..” You grunt. The harder he licked, the more your hips bucked and writhed. He gazed up at you, his eyes half lidded, intoxicated by your juices. you grew closer and closer to the brink, your breaths coming in shallow, shaky gasps. “Need to cum.. please let me cumm..!” You wail, your legs shaking in pleasure.

He pushed you over the edge with the expertly applied pressure of his tongue, your moans and cries filling the room as your body convulsed in the grip of a mind-shattering orgasm. You were wrong. Maybe this guy you had prejudged for being an overconfident, self-absorbed idiot was actually better than you thought.

You realized there was more to Satoru than the facade he presented. Beneath that smug exterior was someone who could make you feel desired and appreciated in ways you hadn’t expected. You let out a throaty, guttural giggle.

"Fuck...you're better than I thought," you panted, the sensation of his talented tongue bringing you to new heights of pleasure. Satoru snickers, that familiar mischievous glint in his eye. “I’m not done with you yet,” he gasps, moving his hair out of his face with a casual flick of his wrist.

He moved swiftly to turn you around, maneuvering you into a position with your ass high in the air. Your breasts pressed against the bed, your face buried in the pillows, while your glistening pussy presented itself to him.

Satoru took off his pants and underwear to reveal his big, hard dick. He put the tip right at your wet puffy cunt, making you wait for his touch. You felt so needy, and the feeling inside you got stronger. Satoru brushed the tip of his dick against your pussy, and you could hear your own breath getting faster.

You bit your lip and whispered, “Be gentle...,” as you gripped the sheets with your clenched fists. Satoru nodded, understanding your apprehension, and leaned in to kiss your neck. “I will, angel,” he assured you, before gently pushing the head of his thick cock into your tight, wet heat.

“Ugh..” you grunt as his shaft sinks into your clenching walls. “Fuckk…you were made for this cock, I swear,” he whispered, his voice tinged with desire and awe. He began thrusting his hips forward with increasing speed. His powerful strokes drove his entire length into your slick. "Shit, baby," Satoru grunted, as he continued to thrust deeply into you from behind. Gripping a handful of your hair, he pulled you back making you gasp, strings of spit dripping from your mouth. “Hah! Mfh..ngh..” Uncontrollable sobs escaped your lips, tears mixing with the sweat that drenched your face.

"You cryin'?" Satoru laughed, the deep, sensual sound a perfect accompaniment to the hard, relentless thrusts that continued to drive his cock into your quivering pussy. "I'm gonna fucking cum...ah...have my babies, please...!" you moaned into the pillow, your body a writhing, shuddering mess of pleasure and need. Satoru could feel himself reaching to climax too. “You want my babies? Mhm..?” He growls, Satoru's thrusts came to an abrupt halt as he let out a deep groan. He erupted inside your tight cunt, shooting thick ropes of velvety cum into you.

After that intense moment, as the haze begins to clear, a strange realization creeps in. Did I really just get used like a dog by the guy I absolutely despised? The thought hits you hard, cutting through the lingering warmth.

You glance at Satoru, who’s already lounging back, completely at ease, as if none of this was out of the ordinary for him. Meanwhile, you feel a knot tighten in your stomach, a mix of pleasure and confusion. You had spent so much time despising him, only to let yourself fall into a moment you hadn’t even fully thought through.

The question is, though: would you do it again?

Absolutely fucking yes.

Satoru, with all his arrogance and smug charm, had drawn something out of you that you hadn’t felt in a long time. Maybe it wasn’t about him at all—maybe it was about you finally letting go, even if just for a night.

[spookmemepls]

☠ ― 𝐴𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑊𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 (𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟿) 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠. (𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟿 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝐴𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑊𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑.)

"You've got another half-hour to practice."

"Relax... drink a strong cup of herbal tea."

"Everything has a purpose... even here."

"I'm stuck! I'm stuck...!"

"I can't do it. I can't sing."

"There's nothing to be afraid of; I shall be with you."

"I'm sure you'll make us all very proud."

"Oh, what am I going to do, ___...?"

"I'll go back later when it's all over."

"Oh dear, I'll be so late!"

"That's strange..."

"Now that I'm in, how do I get out?"

"If only I were smaller..."

"That wasn't there before..."

"I wonder if it's alright to drink/eat?"

"Oh ___ will be absolutely savage if I keep her/him/them/etc. waiting!"

"Are you crying?"

"Well, fortunately I speak "crying" and "sobbing" fluently."

"Yesterday everything was so normal... now look at me."

"H-how did you know my name?"

"I've a very important lecture to deliver, and everyone will be there!"

"What's your name, if it isn't a rude question?"

"Oh, you're wet...!"

"Get on with it!"

"I don't like the sound of it."

"The best thing to get someone dry would be... a caucus-race!"

"What's a caucus-race?"

"An extraordinary display of skill, determination, and sheer stupidity!"

"No man calls me deformed unless he's certified!"

"Who's going to give the prizes?"

"I think it's time we were all in bed with a cup of hot chocolate."

"What have you lost?"

"What are YOU doing here?!"

"I'm trying to get into the beautiful garden."

"They're treating me like I'm their housemaid!"

"Some of these things must be priceless... or even more expensive."

"I think I'll keep these, they may come in handy later."

"I might have coward's legs but the rest of me's brave as a lion!"

"I'm too rich! I can't afford to die!"

"Why won't anyone help me? I can't do it by myself!"

"We must burn down the house!"

"No one will think of looking for me there."

"I used to read fairy tales; I never thought I would end up in the middle of one."

"There ought to be a book written about me."

"Explain yourself, or you will find yourself on a charge."

"I don't think you should talk to me like that."

"You mustn't be afraid. That's worse than not remembering."

"Meanwhile, I'm going to sit here until tomorrow. Or the next day perhaps, or even for a whole week."

"It's no use talking to you!"

"PEPPERRRR! MOOOORE PEPPERRRRR!!!!"

"I best get you out of here; they're SURE to kill you!"

"You shouldn't make personal remarks, it's very rude."

"Why is a raven like a writing desk?"

"Kindly leave the stage by the red door. There's a fifty-foot drop on the other side!"

"Disgraceful! You'll hear from my solicitor in the morning!"

"This is the most stupid tea party I've ever been to."

"At last. The perfect place to hide."

"Children have no respect for their betters these days..."

"I won't let you be beheaded."

"Do you play croquet?"

"I don't like it here. They're too fond of beheading people."

"Old age is not for weaklings."

"Beau-tiful soup, beau-tiful soup! Soup of the evening!"

"You see, I carry my bag upside down so my sandwiches don't get wet when it rains."

"You keep falling off your horse!"

"How can you keep talking when you're like this?"

"Now I must leave you. I've still dragons to slay, young ladies to rescue."

"You look worried. You're too young to worry."

"Just be brave... and always get back on your horse."

"Can you tell me how to get out of the forest?"

"It's your own fault, ___. You're too easy."

"I stand before you full of remorse and malnutrition!"

"I've all the money I need for the rest of my life... provided I die by 1 AM tomorrow morning."

"...Then you don't need us/me anymore."

[juxtaposed-nerd]

aapi heritage month headcanons pt. 3 !!!

just in time for s3 of dndads, let’s get into it! this one will probs be a lot but so much has happened in the past year 😭

- taylor LOVES chinese new year, he looks forward to it every year as the favorite (only) child and he eats all the dumplings he could ever eat and gets tons of red envelopes

- cassandra and morgan become best friends/mother-daughter relationship vibes post-doodler, like they are the most badass and cool women in the world and i do think taylor grows to love morgan so much and even though his relationships with nick/glenn are strained, at least he has the best mom and grandma

- as a voice actor for anime/cartoons i think cassandra really did fall in love w the art of anime and i’d love for her to guest at a con (make her the j michael tatum of her world PLEASE) and taylor gets a free ticket to weeb out as much as he wants <3

- in my heart glenn is trying his best, like he really wants that closeness (haha) and i think now post-doodler it's like literally what started as a father/son duo of him and nick now is genuinely a huge (kinda fucked up) family that is trying to mend itself and i do think it starts with chinese takeout !!!

- sidenote i think the close/foster/swifts etc are a great example of how freddie has subverted asian stereotypes fr and also how a family stuck in an absent/neglectful cycle has the ability to come together again

- the mending includes hermie too, hermie definitely deserves something more in his life and the chance get to be a kid w a home in the form of a big family w his bio dads (his normal parents are invited too) (and i also love the idea of normal being like 'grandpa henry! this is the guy!' and hermie being an honorary oak would be so cute 😭)

- hermie went and saw joy ride (2023) bc it was marketed as a comedy and came out bawling his eyes out from that one scene y’all adoptees know what im talking about

- tbh thinking about taylor's closeness w his mom and francis's w kimon wan literally asian moms are holding this show together

- the farnsworth’s are thai and german and they came to peachyville at a young age to give their newborn son a better life very starting nuclear family vibes, ed definitely learned thai for her, and now their son is a bowling champ!

- francis farnsworth and taylor swift are lowkey the spectrum of asian upbringing where it's like midwest asians vs socal asians 😳🤭 they live in different worlds

- kimon wan is an immigrant mom just trying to raise her family and her damn son wont stop being a loser 🤦‍♀️ literally milf w a shotgun (ed is a lucky man FR) (sorry anthony burch)

- when francis is having a really tough day then kimon wan will leave a plate of cut up fruit at his door so he knows he's still supported

- luo's golden wok is the first and only chinese restaurant in peachyville and they have to have the best pepper steak ever im calling it now

- tony collette would love and hate both jodie and glenn i think for different reasons but instead of calling them formosans he’d call them orientals 💀

- also tony collette is 0.0001% asian (chinese) and tyrus luo either DEFINITELY knows which is why he puts up w all the bullshit tony does or tony is determined to make sure that tyrus NEVER finds out ever

- they have a 'throwback' silent movie night at the drive-in and they show a meryl streep film and literally everyone falls in love w him 🥰

- billion millions was a crazy rich asian and he was an icon

- once again they mean the world to me! might end up posting more at some point who knows lol

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checkout past headcanons: 2022! 2023!

[avelera]

Great, now I’m having feelings about the fact that Hob always looks like some Tough Guy or Rich Guy patriarchal ideal but then he opens his mouth and suddenly all he can talk about is how amazing the world is and being alive is and gushing about his family, or playing cards, or theater, or how good everyone really is deep down.

Like seriously, at first glance, Hob in 1389 is just some tough guy soldier sitting with a bunch of other tough guy soldiers some of whom are actively wearing armor at the table, drinking ale and talking shit about each other. But then Dream, this absolute complete weirdo goth kid who definitely comes across as at least a little (a lot) on the spectrum creeps up to their table after clearly eavesdropping on them with what apparently is a joke bit about living forever.

And Hob rolls with it! He tells his friends not to be mean and he plays along with the weird guy and is super nice to him about his weirdo question without making fun of him. He’s actually so damn nice to Dream there if you don’t know Dream is an eldritch and super powerful being.

Then in 1489, right, Hob talks about being a soldier and a bandit but he brushes it off as really not that important. The guy’s job was to kill and rob people! He did it for most of the century! But it’s clearly not all that important to him. When asked about what matters, he talks about his new day job, and playing cards, and how new technology makes it so much nicer to be indoors now that chimneys mean that buildings aren’t so smoke filled. He’s so enamored about little things in life he doesn’t care about the macho stuff basically at all.

1589? Rich and powerful and newly knighted Sir Robert absolutely gushes about his family and is trying his damndest to get his friend to eat some of the feast he’s trying to share with him. 1689 he absolutely looks ready to throw down and clearly very recently has, and despite the absolute laundry list of horrific tragedies he relays, tears up about how much he has to live for. Hob is downright fancy in 1789 (ironically when he’s at his behind the scenes most evil) and talks to Dream about theater, and 1889 he’s definitely a picture of patriarchal masculinity with his cigar and how he’s dressed, but what haunts him is how he’s treated other people and he’s quick to change his tone about the vulnerable when he learns what the woman went through and is wistful about the fact he fears he will never be a better person himself, denying himself the empathy he shows others. 1989, again, absolute picture of 80s stock trader masculine chic, but he blames himself for hurting his friend’s feelings. No pride or self righteousness there at all though imo it was very much deserved.

Anyway, I think it’s one reason I and others fell for this guy so hard. Hob is always doing the unexpected compared to how he presents himself, he cares so much about life and people and Dream, sometimes to the exclusion of being kind to himself. He presents this toxic masculine ideal but the minute he speaks, he undermines it by showing how deeply he cares.

And I just think that’s neat.

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Hi Hi! Idk how I ended up here lol (maybe through Bard’s page?? idk) anyway! I see that you’re writing for Osomatsu San right now! Would I be able to request your headcanons on every matsu comforting their crying significant other? Pleeeeease? lol I love the comfy stuff

First post back from writers block/burn out, I know some aren’t as long as others and I’m sorry it’s not consistent but I love the idea!

Osomatsu

For a little bit after you start crying he’s stunned, he’s not sure what to do. He’s comforted his brothers before but they’re his brothers, you’re a whole different person that he hasn’t learnt his whole life to comfort.

He’ll pay your back first then offer an awkward hug that turns into cuddling and crying into him with him rubbing the back of your hair and saying how you’ll be ok, kissing your head every now and then.

If you don’t want to be physically touched he’ll just tell you it’ll be okay and that he’ll listen if you need to talk, just constant sweet talking and he’ll throw in a little flirting or joking around if he feels like it’ll make you feel better.

He’ll even offer his beer or to eat instant ramen with him, he might even ‘force’ (ask) his mother to make him and you something, to which she would say yes and comfort you as much as she could and as she’s raised 6 kids at the same time, she’s pretty good at it.

He’ll offer you sex, half-joking, but if you take him up on his offer he’d be delighted to help, whether that means fast and rough or slow and sweet. He’d totally even be willing to get none of the pleasure himself because he wants to make you feel good (and he’s a pervert), you deserve it after all.

Karamatsu

He’s read up on this a LOT before so he can understand and comfort his future partner. He loves you and asks before every little thing he does, if you want ANYTHING he’ll run all over Tokyo as fast as he can to get it for you. If his brothers are around he’ll either boss them into doing things for you or he’ll threaten them to stay as far away as possible so you can be in piece.

Affection needed? He’s ready, he’ll do anything to make you happy, even if it’s (not shaming anyone) kissing your feet. He’s ready, cuddles are elite and he’s petting you everywhere he knows you like, kisses galore and touching places he knows makes you giddy. At one point he thinks about tickling you to see you laugh but he decides against it after thinking for a minute.

For gifts and acts of service, he’ll go ALL over Tokyo, fuck, even Japan if he has to, all to make you happy. If he can’t afford he WILL beg, steal and take what he needs to. He will empty everyone he knows bank account, or maybe just hatabou’s cuz he’s rich.

You want words of affirmation? He’s got it, words sweeter than ever before come out of his mouth, comforting and reassuring you until his vocal cords stop working and still then he’ll write it all down. He won’t joke around until he knows you feel good enough, so he will test the waters, every now and then with little jokes before unleashing his attack of humour to make you laugh.

Quality time, no problemo. He’s sitting and laying and standing around, just being with you, if you don’t want to talk he won’t, he’ll give you tissues, water, a plush, ice cream and just sit with you. He isn’t used to not talking for so long but he will anything for his karamatsu angel.

Choromatsu

Worst one of all of them, but he’s trying his best. He will pat your back and say “it’s not that serious, you’ll be okay.” Please get mad at him… he isn’t hurt by it for the most part, he’s used to a lot worse by his brothers.

Eventually he’ll learn and get better but at the start he’s grossly bad for someone who reads romance manga on the daily. He might try things he sees there, affection and tissues/water but after a while he’ll honestly just sit next to you and stare into space. He’s perplexed.

If you ask him about getting something or doing something for you, he will be a dork and salute, immediately getting up to help. He might put on some idol shows on tv or try and distract you by putting together a figurine with you. Choromatsu would offer a beer or sake to cheer you up, since it always makes him feel better (even though that’s unhealthy). Some more of his ideas include forcing Totty to search up ways to help, making his brothers embarrass themselves to make you laugh or running around doing things for you (which they will do in the hope you might like them too because you were able to fall for Choromatsu, but they won’t make it that obvious). Cuddles are a thing choromatsu has always been hesitant about, meaning he has to be insanely vulnerable, but he’ll throw away all vain the second he sees you upset.

Ichimatsu

Panics but keeps it on the inside so you wont stress more. He decides to treat you the same way he treats cats, only knowing how to cheer them up. So he’ll buy you food or get it from his cupboards and pet your head. He’ll whisper sweet nothings in your ear while giving your head a massage (which he’s surprisingly good at) making sure to focus behind your ears and the top of your head. Ichimatsu loves getting kisses but he’s not too confident on giving them so he won’t kiss your lips for his own comfort but he will kiss everywhere else, up your arms, your neck, your face, your head, everywhere else however if you ask him directly he will buck up and give you a small kiss on the lips, followed by more as he gets more confident. Orders his brothers around if you need something since he’s giving you affection at the moment.

Sends out a cat signal(idk) and gets all the little fluffy bois in the area to come and cuddle up! (As a chubby girl myself) He WILL put you on his lap for cuddles, he doesn’t care about weight at all whether you’re underweight, average or overweight. He wants to hold his kitten no matter what. If you end up eating something he’ll physically feed you like a baby, feeling very protective.

Jyushimatsu

Cat eyes, thinking face. Stays like that for a few second then runs around grabbing everything he can think of. Blankets, pillows, stuffed animals, water, tissues, a baseball, snacks and one of his hoodies. He brings it all and offers them, setting up a calm little area and wiping your tears with his sleeves, finding it more intimate than tissues.

Jyushimatsu sings a little song while laying you back on his chest and rubbing your back. He’s very used to comforting Ichimatsu so if you don’t want to be held he’ll know exactly how to help, he might even ask ichimatsu to help him get a cuddly cat for you. Wiggles his arms and and does the water trick too, but if you don’t respond he’ll stop immediately. Sits next to you and writes a love letter, detailed with all his feelings for you, he puts it in an envelope, seals it and hands it to you like you couldn’t see the whole thing being made, he’s VERY bashful about it too. Jyushi will also make you drink water to rehydrate and whisper meow over and over again in a sing song voice because he knows it helps Ichimatsu so surely it’ll help you right? Just need a distraction? He’ll talk about baseball for hours, the history, his favourite players, the rules and how to play it.

Todomatsu

Best equipped to handle it, doesn’t go about it well. Todomatsu doesn’t, in fact, use his phone. He feels it would be gross to use his phone when his partner needs comfort, and he panics wanting them to know he loves them more than life itself but not knowing how. He pulls you into a tight hug, telling you it’s going to be okay and that he loves you. Todomatsu will run his hand up and down your back while the other one is in your hair massaging the back of your head. He will push away his feelings of discomfort for a second to grab his phone, putting on soft music to help you relax, including a playlist he made especially for when he got a partner and he needed to comfort them. If Totty even sees a glimpse of a brother in the corner of his eye, they will be gone as soon as possible to make you feel safer and calmer. He hums along while he tries to make you fall asleep in his arms, I’m all honesty Todomatsu will do ANYTHING for his partner, he won’t let you go a single day feeling sad or bad because he truly adores you more than anything in the whole universe.

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Silent Grace| Chapter one: the 'perfect' family 

✎ ship: Min Yoongi x Fem reader

✎ au/genre: Mafia!Au , angsty , smut, Violence

✎ rating: Mature 18+

✎ wc: 3.2k

 ⚠︎ chapter warnings: none

✎summary: Min Yoongi lives a pretty private life for the most part. He is rich and powerful. His name carries weight. He is one of the most feared men alive but he has a soft, sweet spot. You are his sweet spot. You are the one thing he swore to protect...even if it means lying to you...

About everything.

“Good morning, beautiful” 

The words always filled your heart with happiness as you turned into your boyfriend’s arms, pecking his lips softly and wrapping your arms around your neck while he wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“Good morning, my love.” 

Yoongi always knew how to make you swoon whenever he was near. You knew him back in high school but you wouldn’t say you two were close, per say. More like when you were in class, you’d talk casually but after school you had your separate group of friends. Especially since you were focused on getting your Nursing degree while Yoongi was focused on music amongst other things from what you heard. So you were acquaintances for lack of a better term.  You didn’t even become friends with Yoongi until you ran into him while working at a random cafe after high school. 

You guys almost clicked instantly, for you it was a nice catch-up but for Yoongi, it was nice to see someone from his past when his life was still normal and calm. You guys ended up talking until you closed that night. 

The night was full of laughter and good conversation which led to Yoongi coming by every day at closing to spend some time with you. It was easy for you because you had someone to talk to while doing chores, and it was great for him since he didn’t always like being in crowded areas all the time. 

From that moment on, Yoongi always related you to his tranquility, his eye of the storm. He quickly fell into a routine. He’d wake up, eat, go to work, come home, shower then come see you, go home, then finally, he’d go to sleep with you on the brain. He had a lot of thoughts about the future for him, for you, just how he could be the best for you. 

In the beginning, you didn’t see Yoongi that way nor did you think he thought of you like this. You always found him handsome of course, even in high school. That wasn’t something you ever denied. You just never put Yoongi and a potential boyfriend in the same category. He was popular then and he still was. Mainly because his family is rich and had so much power in Daegu. Everyone respected the Min family. They always had the best of the best. The best parties, the best cars, the best homes. You’ve been invited by Yoongi multiple times to come to one of his parties but you always declined to focus on your studies.  By the time you graduated high school, Yoongi was already classified as a millionaire.  But even with that, Yoongi wasn’t the typical popular guy. He didn’t ask for it, nor did he do anything in particular to gain popularity. He knew most people became his friend just for the status or for good looks.  He was more on the quiet side and his other friends were the loud ones, he was in his own world most of the time. He only had two friends that he trusted, mainly because they’ve been in his life for as long as he could remember. 

Namjoon was a few years younger than him. They never had class together, but they would always hang out with one another growing up. Namjoon’s father was best friends with Yoongi’s father. Even to this day, both of their fathers still consider each other great friends. They always took care of one another so naturally, Yoongi and Namjoon did the same for one another. Namjoon looked up to Yoongi, and he always wanted to make him proud oddly enough. 

Seokjin on the other hand viewed both Yoongi and Namjoon as two younger brothers he never had. He didn’t have much of a relationship with his parents, in fact he hardly knew them. He always did things on his own until Yoongi’s father found him when he was just sixteen years old. Yoongi wasn’t looking for a sibling but when Seokjin came around, both Namjoon and Yoongi loved having him around. He was always cracking jokes and he always loved cooking. That’s where Yoongi learned how to cook, even if he hardly does it now. Namjoon could never get a hold of how to cook, but he didn’t need to, he was more book smart anyway. 

You hardly remember seeing Seokjin or Namjoon while in school with Yoongi. You were pretty sure they were around but you were more focused on your school work than anything else. 

With that being said, Yoongi wouldn’t talk to anyone other than his friends…and you when in class of course. You were different to him. He didn’t know if it would develop into anything, but he knew he liked you.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to become closer. 

You quickly became friends that eventually became lovers. 

Yoongi was everything you ever wanted in a boyfriend. He was sweet, he was attentive, he even cooked with you. He had a big beautiful home and money, you didn’t really care about that, but it was a nice perk. He loved taking you on dates, it was truly his favorite thing. He didn’t care where you wanted to go as long as he was with you. You guys mostly went out around evening time or after it was dark. You didn’t mind it too much since the streets of Seoul light up the best after dark. A truly beautiful sight. Hardly ever did you both have time to go out during the day, which was understandable since you were moving forward in your career and he had his own as well. You assumed he decided to work with his father to maintain his family riches or he really decided to take music seriously. You’ve heard a few of his songs and he’s really good. 

 You had days off but it seemed Yoongi never had any days off and he was always leaving, sometimes for days at a time. At first you were understanding, you didn’t want to question him about his work. But these work trips were becoming more frequent and more demanding. Some would last a few weeks, and you wouldn’t hear from Yoongi often; again usually at night wherever he was. 

You found those work demands to be odd. He was always extremely tired and cuddly when he came home. You didn’t hate that but sometimes, it was concerning how he clung to you at the end of the night. It was almost like he had a guilty conscience when he came home. Nevertheless, you were always there for him. Never questioning him. Maybe working with his father was hard. 

There was more than that though. Sometimes his co-workers or people who worked for him–actually not some times, damn near everyday– his workers would come over and talk business with him. For hours.

Yoongi also had so many people that would come over to your shared home on a daily basis. You remember back when Yoongi had asked you to come move in with him. He had maids, cooks, gardeners, even car keepers and mechanics would come by and perform certain tasks. Nothing out of the ordinary for someone that has lots of money, but different for you. 

Most of the time, you guys wouldn’t drive. Yoongi always had a driver to take either you or him wherever you needed to go. You liked it, especially when you worked long hours and didn’t feel like driving but it was new to you.

He had it all. Anything you wanted, he got it for you and more. No matter the price. He even mentioned to you about building another home closer to your mom. When you guys would be at his home, your mom could stay in the other one. You wondered what your boyfriend and his father did to afford a lifestyle such as this. You presumed they were businessmen, since you knew his family owned a couple companies. Although Yoongi was gone a lot, often he would continue his work in his office. You hardly went in there, you couldn’t even remember what it looked like inside. The door was always locked. Only Yoongi, Namjoon and Seokjin held the password for the room which was odd to you, but you presumed that it was very important business in there, and since he had so many people in and out of your home, he didn’t want just anyone walking in and out of his office. 

You’d met his mother but never his father. He was always busy and never able to get out of work. But yet, Yoongi’s father was always on these business trips with him. 

You tried asking his mother about the work Yoongi and his father would work on, but she would stumble around the question or just sweetly tell you it was something for Yoongi to tell you, which he had no intention of doing. You never really asked, so,  could you blame him? Today, that will change.

Finally building the courage, you decided that today you were going to ask the burning question. 

Your fingers played with Yoongi’s long hair that rested against the nape of his neck, looking into his eyes. His eyes rest on your lips before looking into yours. Chuckling softly.

“What’s on that pretty mind of yours? Is there something you want? Whatever it is, it’s yours, no questions asked.” Yoongi smiled softly before he turned his head and gave the most chilling look possible to the chef and maid who were doing their duties in the kitchen. 

“Do you mind? My girlfriend and I are having a private conversation,” his voice was teetering on the line of dark and demanding, but not rude. Just very stern and straight to the point. 

They didn’t question him, they immediately dropped what they were doing and left the kitchen. Of course you were taken back but you didn’t question it either, he’s done it millions of times at this point, you were hardly phased by it. 

“They didn’t have to leave baby. I just have a question,” you exclaimed. “They did, we deserve to have each other to ourselves before we head to work.” Yoongi smiled as his hands rubbed your waist. “Speaking of work..” you trailed off. His eyebrow cocked as you continued, “I wanted to talk to you about that.”

“You’ve decided to allow me to take care of you?” Yoongi asked. You playfully rolled your eyes and scoffed as he chuckled from your response. “You already take care of me, my job is practically a stressful hobby at this point,” you laughed along with him. “All the more reason for you to leave it altogether” he soothed. 

“Seriously baby, I have a real question,” you giggled, he lifted his hands and chuckled, surrendering “okay okay, love. Talk to me.” 

You took a deep breath before pushing your words out. “I’ve been thinking, we’ve been together for a few years now, four to be exact, and I realized that you never told me about your job before. You’ve taken me to work parties and I’ve met your co-workers but I haven’t been to your job to, you know, bring you lunch or do other…things, you know? But what do you do? What’s your job title?” You both shared a small chuckle as you continued, “I just want to know what my man does.” 

You couldn’t tell but Yoongi was genuinely taken aback by that question. He quickly realized you were right. He never told you anything about his job. 

“You’re right baby, I guess I never told you, huh? Well, my father and I own a real estate company. We have different clients all over Korea, Japan, and the states. My father started it when I was younger and once I graduated, he began teaching me about the business so I could run it and pass it to my son. Whenever that happens.” Yoongi explained. “The reason for the recent jump into more traveling is my father wants to expand to Paris amongst other places.”  

You believed him. No question about it. That would explain the many trips, late nights, and early mornings. 

“That’s so cool. I bet you see so many beautiful places!” you smiled completely amazed. “I’m kind of jealous.” 

“Baby, you can see any of those places and more. We can go whenever you want. I can easily have Namjoon or Seokjin take over for me for a while. They’re more than just co workers, they are like the..’boss’ when the boss is away. Name the place and we’ll be on the next flight,” Yoongi said, kissing your lips. You pouted. “You can take days off since you practically own the company, nursing isn’t so forgiving,” you said, popping a strawberry into your mouth after kissing him goodbye. “I’ll see you later tonight baby! I have some errands to run and your mom wants to meet up for a little!” you yelled as you walked towards your shared room and back to your stunning walk-in closet that looked like a room all on its own. 

Yoongi let out a sigh of relief as you walked off. Leaning against the counter, his head was spiraling as Namjoon and Seokjin walked in. 

“Why does it look like you’ve been stressing over an exam?” Seokjin joked while Namjoon scoffed playfully. Yoongi wasn’t in the mood to laugh. 

“I just lied to my girlfriend…again.” 

The guys looked at each other before looking at Yoongi. They never knew what to do in these situations. 

“Truthfully boss, we told you it wasn’t a good idea. Especially with the life you currently live,” Namjoon advised. 

Seokjin agreed, “You should have learned from your parents’ situation.” 

Yoongi scoffed, “ I have no intention of marrying someone I don’t like, let alone love. I can’t live like that…” he trailed off thinking about you. 

“You must really love her,” Seokjin said. 

“With my whole heart.” Yoongi challenged, “There’s no doubt in my mind that she’s the one I love.” 

“Then why haven’t you told her?” 

Before Yoongi could answer you waltz back into the kitchen to kiss him goodbye. 

“Oh, good morning Joon. Good morning Seokjin! I’m sorry for interrupting, I just wanted to tell Yoongi goodbye.” You smiled as you squeezed past them to get to Yoongi who’s smile hasn’t left his face since you entered the room. 

“You weren’t interrupting anything, we were just talking about the day ahead. Speaking of, when you get home, let’s go somewhere tonight?” Yoongi asked, kissing your cheek gently. 

“Okay baby, wherever you want to go.” You kissed his lips once more, “your mom is waiting for me! I’ll see you later. Bye Joon, bye Seokjin! See you soon!” you smiled as you headed out the door. 

“Have a great day, yn.” Joon smiled

“Bring me back something special!” Seokjin joked, earning a look from Yoongi. “Have fun, yn. Stay safe!” Seokjin chuckled along with you as you left 

Yoongi sighed once you were out the door.  

“She seems pretty understanding, why won’t you just talk to her?” Namjoon asked, finally relaxing. 

“She sees this big house, all your workers, the late nights, the traveling…why not just be honest?” Seokjin asked as he signaled the cook to come back and complete breakfast. 

“We know what happens when people find out about our ‘work’; they no longer want anything to do with us. I don’t want that with yn. More importantly, the less people that know about her, the better chance I can keep her safe,” Yoongi admitted. “I’m afraid that once someone knows about her…I’ll lose her. Not because she found out, but because someone found out about her…”

Namjoon and Seokjin nodded. 

“So…I guess we’re real estate agents now?” Seokjin joked, breaking the silence.

“Yes, we are. I need you two to go buy some property. Some here, some in Japan, and the states. I don’t care what you buy but just make sure it’s at least liveable. Something you can see yourself in. Maybe we could really sell something to bring in more revenue,” Yoongi said, tossing his keys to Namjoon as he headed back upstairs. 

“And what are you going to do?” 

“I’m going back to bed.” 

The guys watched Yoongi run his fingers through his long locks as he yawned heading to his bedroom and closed the door behind him. 

“I wish I could go back to bed,” Seokjin scoffed. “Lucky bastard.” 

Namjoon chuckled, “There’s always time to sleep on the plane. Let’s go find some property to make us some money.” He wrapped his arm roughly around Seokjin’s shoulders as they headed out the door. 

Yoongi didn’t go to sleep, though. He just laid there. Thinking about you. He knew his ‘job’ was gruesome in some– most cases. He knew his life up to now wasn’t something to be romanticized or even glorified. Noting he did was something you’d be proud about. You wouldn’t even find the things he did to be exciting or fascinating. You were too gentle and sweet to enjoy things like that. You hardly watched true crimes. You work as a nurse and sometimes you’d see the worst of the worst. Why would you want to come home and hear about the same thing you just handled at work? Yoongi saw how sometimes work took a toll on you, it killed him to hear about some of the cases that he was the cause for. 

It really fucked him up in the head to hear about his girlfriend taking care of a person his guys handled on his behalf. He hated it. It’s one of the reasons why he wants you to quit. 

But he knew if you did, you would be here alone, a lot. Then the questions would begin again and you would possibly find out the truth. Then you would leave him. Which he didn’t want, but if you ever left him, he couldn’t keep you safe. You and your family would be in danger, he couldn’t have that. You weren’t like his mother and he wasn't like his father. You really cared for one another. He wanted nothing but the best for you, and you wanted nothing but the best for him. 

“She’s different, Sir,” one of his maids, Kai, said standing by the closet. Yoongi looked over at her before looking back at the ceiling. Kai has been his maid since he was a kid. He has a soft spot for her, so he hardly ever yells at her and he often comes to her for advice. 

“I know. Isn’t she amazing?” he smiled softly. “I did nothing to deserve her.” 

“You’re a good kid, too, Min. You’re better than your father,” she admitted sitting next to Yoongi. He sat up and nodded, chuckling. “Everyone is better than my father. There’s no questioning that.” 

Now, Yoongi wouldn’t let a soul talk bad about his father. Deep down, he knew his father had good intentions. But he couldn’t deny the shit he put his family through, let alone Kai’s family. 

“Just promise, no matter what..You’ll treat her with the same love and respect you show me and your mother.” Kai smiled. 

Yoongi pulled his lips into a straight line and nodded, “Of course. I really love her Kai…I really do.” 

“Oh? So a baby and a wedding soon?” Kai joked. 

“Wedding? Possibly. A baby? To be determined,” Yoongi laughed.

[leeofthevoid]

Cold-blooded Beings - Part 3

Farleigh Start x Reader

a/n: Hello guys! I promise this chapter was hard to write because I might be advancing to Saltburn at the next one. A little less confident this time around but would love to hear your thoughts! Please always remember that Y/N is rich so her dialogue can be very tone-deaf. Keep safe everyone!

Warnings: Sex, Nudity, Alcohol and Alcoholism, Language, Applied Stalking, Death, and Drugs

Word Count: 2354

|| Part One, Part Two

Pity and Power

“I just don’t get it you know? I’ve always tried my best to please Felix and I even studied harder in case he would ask me something.” Annabel scowled while eating a handful of loaded chips from your plate. At this point you figured no one knows what personal space is at all and what is yours is theirs. “Look, Annie, you shouldn’t try so hard for a boy. He barely does anything for you and he’s…Felix. You know?”

Clearly Annabel didn’t know when she groaned in frustration and ate more of your food. “So easy for you to say, you and Oliver have him wrapped in your fingers.” You gave her a confused look and scooped up some of the food you were supposed to eat alone. “Look bitch, he makes time for you and Oliver, but me? “Oh fuck you Annie I’m too busy for you.” But then he turns around and it’s “Oh Ollie, you need me? Okay hold on I’ll make time.”” This conversation is getting too heated and annoying for no reason that you just had to take out a pack of cigarettes to clear your head. Annabel doesn’t know shit about Felix or Oliver.

You turn to look at Annabel with a genuine expression and gave her a comforting smile, “You know Annie, you’re a hot girl. Felix is just a stupid boy in a sea of stupid boys. You deserve way more than that. Oliver is just…A new friend that he wants to impress?” Annabel laughed at you and held her stomach with how much she was bursting out. “Oh god, You? Babes you’re also part of the Oliver fan club. Always making Oliver’s life be ten times better than what a scholar snot should have.” You pressed the butt of your cigarette on the concrete thinking hard on Annabel’s accusation. “He just needs help sometimes Annie, stop being a bitch…” Annabel scoffed and rolled her eyes, “He’s poor babes, not handicapped. Quit being a savior.” You sighed and leaned against the pillar behind you.

Your phone buzzed in your pockets breaking the silence between you two. You checked and it was Farleigh, “Hello?”

“Hey pretty lady, can I steal you so I can hangout with my favorite people?” You chuckle, earning a confused look from Annabel that you later dismissed. “Depends. What am I needed for?” He chuckled, a little too deep and too hot for your liking. “An eye-candy would certainly take away from the boredom.” You breathed out and laughed softly. “Alright then. Where is my presence needed?”

“Roof top. Be a doll and drag Felix along.” He said goodbye with some kissy noises then ended the call without another beat. Annabel waved her hand for you to go without a word and you simply gave her a kiss on a cheek, thankful that she didn’t ask any questions.

Dragging Felix out to the confines of the chilly night was the one of the most awkward experiences you’ve had. You were waiting outside his dorm when you could hear the lewd sounds and the bed squeaking from out the hallway. Truly a horrific way to spend your Friday night, especially after listening to Annabel talk about her problems with him. “Umm…Fee are you in there?” You heard colorful lines of curse words and a lot of stumbling around. After a few minutes of waiting outside hearing scuttling, Felix finally opened the door.

Two girls dashed out of the room holding on to their dresses for dear life while Felix leaned against the door, half naked, still sweaty and flushed. “Any reason why I’ve been interrupted?” You look unimpressed, crossing your arm over your chest. “Get dressed. Farleigh told me to fetch you.” He rolled his eyes but went back into his room to grab a shirt, took a few seconds before he was walking out of his dorm with no snide remarks, waiting for you to lead the way.

The rooftop was chilly, and weirdly when you arrived you only saw Farleigh sitting by himself with a ton of bottles next to him. “Finally, you two took too long. What happened? Did Felix fall into a hole? Spoil me, Love.” You can’t help but laugh while you sat down on a spot beside Farleigh, Felix following suit while grumbling under his breath. “Our dear Felix fell in two holes.” You said in a scandaled manner. “Would it be too mean to assume one of those holes was Oliver?” You guffawed and looked back at Felix clearly unamused as he uncapped one of the wine bottles. “Farleigh. I already told you how I feel when we talk about Ollie. He’s a nice kid so…Tone it down, Mate.” Farleigh sighed loudly and draped his arm over your shoulder, mouthing boring while looking at Felix.

“Oh yeah, would I be boring if I asked dad to cancel your Veyron order now, Farleigh.” Felix snagged you away from Farleigh and used you as a headrest. “I wonder what Elspeth would think if she found out you kissed an ugly bitch at the bar, Felix.” Farleigh stuck his tongue out at the boy who was using your lap as his pillow. Chuckling at their childish banter while you played with his hair, chugging down more alcohol.

“Hey Fee, Oliver has been asking about you…I don’t know what to tell him. Kind of weird hanging out with him when he just looks for you.” You mentioned passively.

“You still hang out with him?” Felix asked.

“Well…Yeah. Why?” Felix and Farleigh both look at each other which was both endearing but annoying thing you’ve witnessed. “What. Come on guys what did I miss?” Farleigh just shook his head and looked back at you. “Nothing. Let’s just enjoy our time together, no?” You let it pass and stole Felix’s wine bottle. You three ended up enjoying the company, dare you say that it was a needed moment of solace. Talking about your life in Switzerland and their life in Saltburn the years after you.

You even talked about Venetia and what goes in her life without the three of you. It was nice knowing how she was, knowing she was a little bit more isolated from the group due to her two-year age gap from the rest of you. In a way you empathized with the pressure and the burden of being the oldest daughter. You even dwelled into your sex lives because of Farleigh’s incessant teasing over Felix’s failed threesome. My, these boys haven’t been the most pure, but then again so were you.

You forgot how you got to your dorm room when you woke up the morning after, just glad that you were able to sleep enough to be a sane person for the rest of the day. Felix and Farleigh both sent you some messages and some photos that you don’t remember taking from last night. You lay down with a huge smile on your face, content with your life before the hellish exams start to eat at you.

A few weeks go by when you were out in the field talking to your friends, actually, complaining to them about how stupid the term was and what possessed your professors to fuck with all of you. You were immersed in the conversation when random goosebumps engulfed you out of nowhere. You realized Oliver’s piercing gaze directed at you.

You excuse yourself from your friends and walked up to Oliver from across the courtyard, alone and awkward. “Hey Ollie! How was the exam week for you?” Oliver awkwardly nodded his head, looking down to his shoes. It was a little weird that he changed so fast just because you were near him…Like a wolf in sheep’s clothing type of weird. “Um…How was it?” He finally looked up at you with those lost eyes, pursing his lips. “It was alright. I studied pretty well. What about you guys?”

“I mean…We all managed in a way.” There was an awkward silence in the air and you disliked it so much. “Walk with me?” Oliver nodded the same way and followed you down the path of the courtyard, you were careful to make your steps smaller than usual so he could keep up. “How’s Felix?” You looked back at Oliver, watching him play with the hem of his shirt while walking behind you.

“Felix? Pft well he’s okay I guess? Being a dick and a dumbass at the same time.” He looked so small. So fragile that it unnerved you. It was disturbing but you can’t let Felix and Farleigh’s words eat your own opinions. He was still your friend, you had to give him a chance too. “How have you been, Ollie? I’m sorry I wasn’t able to reach out to you these last few weeks. Been very busy with other T.A. Stuff and it was draining.” He gave a small smile and walked a little faster to keep up with you, “It’s been alright. Carrying small baggage but it’s been good.”

“Oh? Baggage you say?”

“His face fell a little when you asked, “Yeah my mum she uh…She’s a bit of an alcoholic.”

You stop in your tracks to look at him. Truly look at the whole him. He looked meek and fragile and you had conflicted feelings over it. It isn’t real, a part of you say. “Oh. I’m so sorry to hear that, Ollie. No child deserves that kind of parent.”

“My…My father he’s in the hospital and I just…It’s so hard right now especially after the holidays. He tried to look okay but deep down I knew he was struggling. Keeping himself together for me while my mum was wasting away in alcohol.”

It felt weird making a sound, even to just breathe. It felt rude and perhaps disrespectful? Oliver is going through a lot and you were doubting him like the asshole your parents told you not to be. You saw tears run down his cheeks and instinctively reached out to offer your handkerchief.

He took it, quickly wiping his tears away.

You opened your mouth to say some comforting words when some of Farleigh’s friends greet you and hogged around you. You weren't sure if they purposely pushed Oliver out of the group while they dragged you away to compliment you but it was likely. You watched as Oliver looked at you with disappointment as he walked out of your line of sight.

“You look amazing, darling what did you do to your hair?” His name was Mercutio, from what you remembered. He slowly yanked off the ponytail you had and let your hair spill to your lower back. It caught you off-guard but you were careful not to show. “Silky and smooth like feathers.” He said as he ran his fingers through it. You smiled at them while trying to register who they were, there was Mercutio who was descended from an Italian Monarch. Elise, daughter of a powerful family from East Asia. Then there was Leon. He was new money rich and Farleigh made sure you remembered that.

They always said New money burns faster than the jewels that lasted centuries.

They took you to a restaurant to eat dinner together. It wasn’t unusual for people to pull you out to eat with them, people have been doing it way more now that the Catton boys were known to be close to you at a chance to impress you. You didn’t mind the dinner or how they made you pay in the end too. You actually admired how thick-faced they were. It was just another inconvenience that you wanted to get out of the way.

You didn’t tell Farleigh about the encounter but you guessed that they did when he decided to sit you down after a party with Felix, who called for a meeting between his inner circle because of what Oliver told him. The same story about how his father was very sick, dying almost, and how his mother was dealing with it. Felix even told you about how he invited Oliver to Saltburn for the summer to cheer him up.

It started off as bouts of bad mouthing towards Oliver from Farleigh to making you spill what happened between his friends. “Why did you let them take advantage of you like that?” You looked up at him while you cradled your bottle of Champagne. You were at the back alley of the bar, trying to sober up and get away from the head-throbbing music they put on. “It’s nothing Farleigh, they were just being nice.”

“Nice my ass. Those snakes are pathetic liars who can’t fuck off. Did they really think that being all buddy-buddy with you would make them earn a spot to go to Saltburn?” He took a drag of his joint and sat next to you. “Now I hear Oliver gets the pity poor boy card and go to Saltburn because Felix was being a fucking saint.” You snicker and get a shove from Farleigh, hard enough to jolt you.

You rest your head on his shoulder while looking up at him. “What can I do to ease your mind off of it?” He leaned back and looked down at you with a smirk, “I don’t know baby, what can you do?”

You smiled up at him as your faces move inches closer from each other. No wasted moments later, when you felt the warmth of his lips on yours. How soft it felt just like when you made out in the club a few months back. It was too delicate for a guy with a sharp tongue like his. He sneakily snaked his arms around your waist and at the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. His tongue slowly swiped at your lower lip when suddenly…

“Love! Where are you!” India slurred as she walked out of the club. You pulled yourself away from Farleigh and giggled, giving him a kiss on the cheek to tend to your friend. He exhaled loudly while you walked away from him, leaving him alone again.

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[laguezze]

PAC: Characteristics of your FS

This is for or all the people with intention to marry or have a long term relationship. Next up will be a soulmate characteristic PAC. I decided to split it in two to get more details!

Now onto the PAC!

Here are the piles!

Pile 1

Pile 2

Pile 3

Pile 4

Ready? Let's go!

Pile 1

This person is a rebel. Might be a bit hypocritical about it. Like they might come from money but decide to live out their best broke musician dreams while still living in their rich dad's apartment that he bought for them. That's just one case example, take it as it resonates.

This person loves to keep appearances, they love to be in control of how people perceive them. I'm seeing they want to be taken seriously.

Long, messy, brown, curly hair. Middle part is possible.

North America, Australia, Oceania, Hawaii, UK.

Dainty eyes?, Blue eyes, light eyes.

Not too defined features but also not ugly. Might be what people call "medium ugly" for some of you. Nothing too shocking about their features.

Musician, plays guitar, indie music taste, 420 friendly? Nirvana (the band), big social life, plaid shirts, leather jackets, bad boy persona, baddie aesthetic, motorbike, cigarette, old school lover, 70s aesthetic and fashion.

Pile 2

This person is very much hypocritical, they don't know what they want in life. Very much lost with their career and family life. You might help guide them.

They definitely have unconventional dreams like opening up a tea shop, or flower shop. Which is fine, but I'm seeing they want to do that for the wrong reasons. Very easily manipulated person, it'll be frustrating for you to see. But they'll get better with your help probably.

Probably from any capitalist country. Take that as you will.

Light eyes or medium eyes but not dark. Downturned eyes.

Short hair, pixie cut, wolf cut.

Wears bandanas, baggy clothes, long skirts, hippie style, boho aesthetic, activist. Necklaces and bracelets, lots of jewelery in general.

(sorry it's a bit short, your person wasn't too specific with the looks but rather with the personality)

Pile 3

You guys got yourselves a romantic, old school, kinda person. They probably listen to music from the 50s and 60s and jazz, lots of jazz. Might love to take things slow and smooth. Doesn't like running late to things and is always calm and early. Very collected person, never a hair out of place. Always is composed. They might have been different before they met you. They probably were chaotic and funny before they met you but something happened that made them this sophisticated, chic person. You might need to bring the fun in them back, I'm hearing. Might be a judgy individual.

Latinx, Hispanic, Southern Europe, North America (East Coast)

Brown eyes, very deep set eyes, intense gaze

Short hair, very short for men, curly hair, either Brown or dirty blonde.

Long eyelashes, very pretty features. Either small nose or large nose, no in between; defined face, high cheekbones.

Medium height, slightly muscular.

60s, 50s music and fashion, coffee and tea lover, might be a cook or love to do it, kitchen lover, architecture fanatic, probably loves house decor and renovation, secretive, mysterious, romantic, candle collector.

Pile 4

(idk i swear this is not Hozier themed, there's just something about him present here)

"imagine being loved by me"

This persoooon omg. So pure hearted. Truly has the best intentions at heart. They literally are sunshine personified. They radiate light, like their smile lights up a room and they always look clean and cheerful. The type of person everyone likes. No one ever dares say anything negative about them and if they do, it's because of jealousy.

They might have a lot of pretty privilege that makes this effect happen. Like if this person was a 6/10 (conventional attractiveness scale) their personality wouldn't be as appreciated. But because they're so beautiful inside and out, it shines through. I'm getting they realize this privilege and it rubs them the wrong way sometimes but they won't fight against it because it's helping them with their goals.

North America, Sweden, Finland, etc, Northern Europe and UK.

Blonde hair, short hair, curly hair, honey hair.

blue eyes, light eyes, almond shaped eyes

Bunny pretty (that one TikTok trend ifykyk), slim, short, cherubin look (if you don't know what that is, think cupid angel type of beauty), white clothes, flowy dresses, short eyelashes, defined jawline, big smile, straight teeth, bunny teeth, cardigans.

Hope it resonates for all of you!!! 💕

[ca-suffit]

sorry how long this is, but this fandom is pissing me off so much and I need to rant a little before I explode lol.

-- madeleine (nonchalantly) says of sleeping with a literal nazi, "I was inviting a frightened boy to cradle my tits," and then when louis turns her we see this as a pleasant memory, and I'm supposed to believe someone who could take pity on a nazi (even if he "wasn't dedicated to the cause") and remember him fondly isn't going to be racist? so I'm the weird one for finding claudeine to be a gross ship and being exasperated by seeing edits of them flood my dash? and every time I talk about this on ANY platform, I mostly get ignored and the few people who do interact w my posts are denying it and saying she had to do it to survive, as if she didn't also literally say she grew up rich like 30 seconds prior.

-- a decent chunk of the anti lestat crowd insists he participated in the trial as an act of revenge and can't say his name w/o talking about how they hate him (bc his racism + abuse), and these are the same people going apeshit over ben daniels saying that santiago was gay and in love with armand, as if he isn't one of the most antiblack characters we've met on the show bc he was quite literally eager to put on the trial solely bc he hated louis for falling asleep during one of his performances. and don't get me started on his monologue about claudia's ashes. and yet ppl are excitedly eating ben's interview up. 🙄

-- the narrative literally showing us that lestat has changed since the attempted murder (going off script on the trial in defense of louis & claudia, taking accountability for his abuse, staying silent about the fact that he was the one to save louis & letting him leave w armand when we know how terrifying being alone is for lestat, spending decades living in that shack and eating rats to punish himself vs the hedonistic & decadent lifestyle we saw him living in s1) and the anti lestat crowd claiming this is just him being manipulative and are furious that the writers had louis forgive him. like normally I agree that it's in very poor taste to paint an abuser as sympathetic, but the thing about this show is that these characters are immortal and have all the time in the world to change. like this isn't the writers sweeping it under the rug, they're explicitly acknowledging how horrific lestat's behavior was and there are literally canon glimpses showing us that lestat has become a better person (and I'm sure this will be fleshed out more next season as we'll get his pov) and, like, isn't it a good thing to see an abusive character realize the error of their ways and alter their behavior and become better????? like it's fair to not want to see that, but this is the wrong show to be watching if you can't handle seeing abusers change their ways & being forgiven by the people they've hurt (especially since it's pretty much confirmed armand/daniel is going to happen at some point and given I'm sure they'll be circling around each other, I feel confident that louis will eventually forgive armand too)

ur fine, u can rant! I have a lot in my inbox but I try to get to it all eventually in whatever way.

idk how much u wanted me to comment on anything or not, but I'm gonna add comments and u do whatever u want with it.

a) ur never going to have an easy time criticizing a white woman in fandom. it reflects too much of what fandom is usually made up of and ppl will usually tell u it's misogyny to judge these characters if u ever try (most of the time it's not, but that's a convenient excuse to shut down convos).

the show intentionally makes everyone do p questionable shit, especially the white characters. it doesn't tell u how to feel about it, that's up to u. that makes ppl uncomfortable. it goes further too when it is someone like madeleine, who is otherwise seen in positive ways. it's reflective of real life and that's what scares ppl the most. nobody ever fits in a box of only "good" or "bad." a lot of what the book for IWTV asks too is what defines that anyways? and S1 also said "are we the sum of our worst moments?" so it is constantly asking u that and it is for u to decide and reflect on.

b) white, gay stuff is also gonna be popular in fandoms. ben daniels is also gay irl and his husband just died so there's crossover from that to praising his character bcuz ppl feel sympathy for him. I also think ppl detach more from his actions bcuz he's not romantically linked to the characters he's torturing. ppl also just honestly dgaf about antiblackness anyways so for most ppl it's easy to overlook. which is how we get posts like this.

I mean, u can also like whatever characters u like for any reason. some ppl like characters not bcuz they support what they do, but bcuz they're just enjoyable to watch in performance or connection to the plot or whatever. I think examining santiago after what ben said about his performance is something ppl should be able to do, and again it circles back to the stuff I wrote for madeleine. where does ur (general u) discomfort lie and why? as u said, if it's ppl who dislike lestat then it's worth looking at that too, why are the characters different then?

c) there's sort of 2 things happening for this part. the first is that 2x8 did have pacing issues, for whatever reasons. a lot of ppl felt like it flattened the plot and characters for the sake of making lestat look the best (over armand) and rly shoving it in out of nowhere. the second part is what u said about the themes. I've always figured they were going to explore forgiveness and personal growth, but I also know it isn't going to be easy for ppl to follow. hopefully the full seasons coming do a better job of this but for 2x8 there were a lot of reasons ppl felt crazy about the way it was shown to us. I also agree that other characters will have these journeys with each other too. it was just such a sharp turn for S2 to end on highlighting the white character we've otherwise seen as being p horrible and suddenly saying "it's the brown character who rly did the worst!" I don't think they intended to come across like that but it's how it landed for a lot of ppl. it doesn't mean ppl have an issue with the concept of forgiveness and stuff otherwise. we'll have to see how it goes. but ya there's 2 things going on there for this rn.

[jakekazansky]

They got furious cause we got fast

… or the origin story of Juvenile Delinquent Jake

Jake didn’t talk much about his life before the navy, especially anything before he was 14. Most would attribute that to just being a private person … unfortunately for Jake that wasn’t the case. The honest truth? He couldn’t remember. Jake had no memory of who he was or where he came from. His earliest memory is being found by a nun in los Angeles where he laid bloody and bruised next to a dumpster outside of the food kitchen the nun helped run.

Truth be told, his name may not even be Jake. Jake was the name on the tag of the jacket he was wearing when the nun found him. Her name was Sister Katherine and she saved his life that day. Had he not been found when he did, he probably would’ve died of blood loss that night. As it stands, the memory isn’t as much of a memory but more of story that’s been told to him many times since that night.

Seresin was the last name of Sister Katherine’s great aunt. Sister Katherine was raised by her great aunt and wanted to see that name live on. Jake wasn’t one for religion but he always made sure to send money to the parish Sister Katherine was a part of. The nuns were responsible for helping him heal and helping him get back on his feet enough to be able to live on the streets without dying as a teen.

Living on the streets wasn’t an easy life. Jake went hungry more often than not, already malnourished from whatever his life was before. He tried not to show up at the soup kitchen the Sisters ran, trying only to go once per week or less. Sometimes only eating what he could find in the dumpster.

When Jake was 15, he met Brian. Brian was the same as him but in another body. While Brian wasn’t homeless, it was better living on the streets than with his piece of shit father abusive father. Everyone on the streets called them twins. Both blondes with blue-green eyes. Standing about the same height, they often body doubled with each other. It helped in creating diversions when they were desperate enough to pickpocket.

For the most part, they tended to stick to crimes where the victims wouldn’t notice anything amiss. Like snatching spare change laying in the center consoles of vehicles left in parking garages whose owners forgot to put the windows up when they parked. That’s how they met Suki.

Suki was everything they weren’t, had a loving set of parents, attended school, wasn’t living on the streets trying to survive. But she was also the same as them, obsessed with cars and the need to go fast. The three of them met at a car meet slash street racing meet up on a humid July night. Brian and Jake out to scope out rich brats they could boost cars from the following week to sell for parts and Suki out to see what she wanted to use to mod out her own ride. The three of them linked up to protect Suki from creepy guys and for Brian and Jake to give off the appearance of being straight. Both blondes were queerer than a three dollar bill and Suki appreciated having someone to hang out with. Suki’s parents were both doctors who didn’t approve of her interests in cars but were too busy to do anything about it. And the friends they forced her to have were ones who would never show face at something as delinquent and criminal as street racing.

Just before Jake was sixteen they took a trip to Miami. That’s where they met Tej. Tej wasn’t as in driving the cars like the three of them were but he was a genius under the hood. It wasn’t hard to convince the other boy to go back to LA with them and help Brian and Jake in their underground chop shop and car boosting business. That and Suki was in California. Tej and her had disappeared one night while they were at some races and next thing the blondes knew, Tej and Suki had become TejandSuki.

And at sixteen, that’s where Jake’s life took another big turn. Lamborghini had been in town, showing off a new car said to have the fastest motor ever created. Where everyone else saw high performance and speed, Jake saw the adventure of a lifetime. The young man had been experimenting with tech, fascinated by the concept of the EMPs had seen some cops use on a racer fleeing a race that had gotten busted.

Jake had managed to boost one of the police cars equipped with an EMP and disable the tracker on it. The blonde had no idea how he knew what he was doing when it came to engineering and working with things but it was as instinctual to him as breathing was to everyone else.

He had managed to make a handheld EMP, something not even the military had managed to create yet. And all he had to do to activate it was flip a switch. Much more effective than the ones currently in use which required the user to have to stay within 20 feet of another vehicle for 30 seconds for it to take affect. His was instantaneous. All that was left was for him to test it.

The Lamborghini with the prototype engine being in town meant Jake had the perfect opportunity to test it out. But it also meant he had only one chance and the cops had been sniffing around too much lately for his and Brian’s comfort.

So Jake did what he had to do…

He stole the prototype.

But he also became the star of the most viewed police chase to date. And property of the US government.