#where the fuck'd you all go???

[loveharlow]

small blurb of theo finding out you slept with mattheo at some point, based on this hc of mine (i have never written for him before so lmk what you think)

+let me know if/how to improve the italian!!

toxic!theo, swearing, heavy name calling

"the fuck's going on out here?" mattheo grumbled, rubbing his eyes as he walked into the common room, being woken up by a choir of voices to find his friend group holding back a fuming theodore, whose eyes were glued to his equally furious girlfriend who was standing across the room.

"you, mate." blaise sighed, lips pulled into a thin line as he tugged theo back once more, draco and enzo not pulling their weight.

"it happened last year, theodore!" you yelled across the room, two of your own friends by your side. "we weren't even together! i didn't even really know who you were!"

"last year?!" he exclaimed, getting increasingly angrier. "that's when you and him became friends! do you think i'm fucking stupid?"

"you're acting like it-"

"tu, stronza bugiarda..." he scoffed, pushing his friends off of him as he paced on his feet, glaring at you.

"the fuck'd you just call me?" you asked, sadness diminishing as your anger multiplied, gently brushing your friends hands off of you and walking into the boy's space.

"i said you're a lying bitch-" he spat, leaning down from where he towered over you to get in your face.

"chiamami ancora stronza e lo scoperò di nuovo. questa volta nel tuo letto, stronzo." (call me a bitch again and I'll fuck him again. this time in your bed, asshole.)

"what're they saying?" enzo asked, panicked eyes going all across the room.

"i don't fucking know." draco shrugged, genuinely concerned.

"theo." mattheo tried to intervene. "she's not lying, it happened before you two even-"

"fuck off." theo spat at his best friend, mattheo simply rolling his eyes and flipping the boy off, heading back to his room.

"you don't have to be a dick to him." you said, eyes narrowing up at your boyfriend.

"or what?" theo asked, voice dangerously low. "you'll suck him off to make him feel better? hm?"

your eyes went back and forth between his eyes, seeing nothing but anger behind them. he wasn't going to hear you out, not tonight. he was seeing red and there was nothing that could wipe his vision clear.

"...fuck you." you hissed, turning on your heel and walking away, heading for the common room door, slamming it shut behind you as you left.

©loveharlow.

[mrsbarnesxxx]

Mockingbird

Prompt: You get kidnapped by hydra on a mission and Bucky has to comfort your daughter as he puts her to bed. Sam watches and is...slightly concerned.

TW: dark themes, implied violence/killing, fluff, Bucky as a dad (because I feel like that deserves a warning of its own), LANGUAGE!

Where is she? It's a day past when she was supposed to be back.

"Daddy?" Hailey says walking up to me with her blanket in hand. My face softens and I squat down to her level.

"Yes sweetheart?" I say.

"Wheres mommy?" She asks.

"Mommy's still out right now." I say trying to hide the flicker of pain and fear in my eyes.

"Is mommy okay?" She asks.

"Mommy's fine sweetheart. She just got a little bit lost." I say.

"Mommy's lost?" She asks upper lip trembling.

"Now hush little baby. Everythings gonna be alright. Stiffen that upper lip up little lady, I told ya. Daddy's here to hold ya through the night. I know mommy's not here right now, and we don't know why we feel how we feel inside. It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby, but I promise mama's gon' be alright." I say picking her up and holding her crying form to mine stoking her hair.

"And if you ask me to, daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird. I'ma give you the world. I'ma buy a diamond ring for you, I'ma sing for you. I'll do anything for you to see you smile." I say sweetly before noticing she's asleep. I stand up and carry her to her bed. I stroke her hair one last time. Sam sneaks in to check on me unknown to me.

"And if that mockingbird don't sing, and that ring don't shine. I'ma break that birdie's neck. I'll go back to the jeweler who sold it to ya. And make him eat every carat. Don't fuck with dad."

I turn around to see Sam standing in the doorway with a shocked expression on his face.

"Fuck'd you expect? I'm the winter soldier after all." I say pushing past him pulling on my jacket. "Watch her, I'm going to get her mom back."

[astorythatwritesitself]

Kiss meme: Shrios for 39 because I want you to hurt me.

39 - A kiss because… time's run out.

(Ao3/bonus version here)

@ me: hey why the fuck'd you write this

Breathe, it's over now, over now.

It's been six months, since the war's end.

Five, since the prognosis.

'A matter of weeks,’ the doctor had said. 'Months, if you're very lucky.’

Adrian had taken it fairly well, all things considered. Vanished for a few hours, along the beach trails near their home, but there had been no tears. Hardly even a tremor in her voice, when she'd said: 'we always knew we were on borrowed time.’ Thane is simply grateful for each day that passes without incident.

It's been small things, mostly. A misplaced item. More notes around the house - reminders of appointments, when to feed the fish, where things were. Tasks left undone, things dropped because her hands won't cooperate. Her biotics failing, once again. Longer pauses in conversation, where she struggles to find her words. Worse - he knows he's not seeing all of it, nor the worst of it. Had she simply been so caught in her own mind? Or had it, like so many things, slipped, when he would be home? Regardless, Thane can't bring himself to rob her of that illusion - but he remembers those long hours on the Normandy. The strange, hazy warmth in her voice as she recited her favorite poems for him, the words flowing like swift waters, her love for them sweeping him along even when they did not translate so well. To hear those same words just the other day, clipped and faltering, incomplete...

'She could be wrong, siha-’ Thane starts. Starts, but the words catch in his throat as Adrian presses closer, arms tightening around his waist. Her lips brush his shoulder - or so he chooses to believe. He can't bring himself to look, to see if she is crying.

‘You can rebuild a lot of things, but a brain's pretty high up there in ‘experimental’,’ she replies, only the faintest of tremors in her voice. ‘I'd… always wondered. If it wouldn't burn out fast, or break down - and that's on its own, being around that much Reaper crap? If they were trying to indoctrinate me or anything…’

That's as far as the conversation goes. The next day - week, ultimately - will be for shoring up what she'd prepared during her arrest, handling any other affairs. What remained of the night was simply to be enjoyed, to commit to memory all they could, before the chance passed by.

—

He's steeled himself as best as he can, to spend no time mourning now, not when there's still more good days than bad. More days than they'd dreamt of having when they'd first met, more days than seemed possible, during the war. A day like this, where Shepard is already awake, taking over the kitchen table with her latest ship model, and Thane almost believes that their future stretches out far and away, beyond whatever either of them could imagine. Her hands are steady, and he can almost forgive the faint, burnt odor lingering in the air, because it means she's remembered to eat on her own. He sits beside her, and they talk for a while - about Vega's upcoming visit, the inaccuracies of the Normandy model strewn before her, Kolyat's last message; and all the while, her words come without trouble, with no grasping or fumbling to recall this detail or that.

—

“We don't have anything else going on today, right? I was thinking, maybe we could go to the beach,” Shepard says after a while, as she starts cleaning up her workspace. “It's beautiful out there.”

Thane hums a brief agreement from where he stands, just behind where she sits, clearing up the last of the dishes of his meal. “That would be lovely, siha,” he replies. Sets the plate aside and turns, resting a hand on Adrian's shoulder. Is about to say something, when she looks up at him, a faint and fretful half-smile on her lips.

“I think my translat-”

Her expression falters - confusion and then a slow, horrified comprehension. (’I think my translator just glitched. What did you call me?’)

She grips his hand, as if it were the only thing keeping her tethered to this world. He leans down, pressing a light kiss to the top of her head, all the while reminding himself, there will be more good days ahead.

But there's no denying now, that they are numbered.

[justicefanged]

Linus scowled, giving the other man's knee a poorly aimed kick from where he was laying down.

"Didn't fuckin' say that neither!" he barked out, "Whoever the fuck'd wanna be friends with you, they must be outta any an' all options!" Death might just be preferable, if Valter was his only option for companionship.

...This situation didn't count...

"Tch, who likes doin' things the easy way? Easy ain't fun. Unless you're a fuckin' coward," Linus smirked, crossing his arms across his chest as he matches the other man's stare. "Oooh, got an idea? Well, go on, spit it out. We may have all night, but I ain't interested in waitin' that long!"

His eyes flick down to the blanket again, and an idea of his own comes to mind.

If Valter thought he was the only one who could play this game, he was about to get a nasty surprise.

wait till you get older

“You wouldn’t have expected snow so late in the year, …” | Mission Board: Anniversary 2024 | Heavy Armor +1

[seeminglyseph]

/realizing I meant to buy petite fairy and instead bought normal fairy head, now I got a 22cm head for my 11cm doll body and clothes on the way.... and 8mm eyeballs that will not fit the 6mm eye holes in the normal fairy head. I’m gonna save the fairy head for when I make Akta which means maybe I can dye it and get the yarn hair, but augh now I need to wait until I can afford to order a petite fairy head. I could order one of the blanks with pre-rooted hair but I have these eyeballs now. and there is a few wigs on the parabox website that are pale blue that fades into white like I draw Lake’s hair so like I think that would be cool.

though I wanna put pure black eyeballs into Akta’s head and model some horns for her, so I have no idea where to find pure black 6mm eyeballs that’ll fit in a doll head but I guess one day I can like paint some if I’m desperate. trying to think how to adapt the 22cm doll feet into hooves. I can probable sculpt a tail but I might work out some options.

I heard folks dye their dolls with Rit dye but I’ll do more research into how to change the colour of a doll with the least amount of damage... in order to distract myself from spending more money I should totally go be distracted on something but I do wish I knew how to mod an obitsu 22cm head for a pure neemo body because those dolls are hella cute. but since there’s like nothing in to be found for pure neemo or picco neemo dolls anywhere, I’ll have to wait.

also I like... really love the Ares head that obitsu puts out and I would love love love to make a Lake out of him but 27cm seems big and expensive. baby steps. one day. hopefully they don’t decide to stop selling sneering badboy face before I get comfortable....

[hinatastinygiant]

Chapter Forty Four

Melenargia Epideme Eruca

Pairing: Haikyuu!! x Fem!Reader

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OIKAWA'S P.O.V.

"A visitor?" I scoff at the guard who visits me in my bunk. "Nah, you've got the wrong person."

"Inmate MA20536, get the fuck up!" the guard shouts at me. I look over at my bunkie who's watching the drama carefully, waiting to see what I'll do as if it's some sort of test of strength or character.

"Yeah, whatever, man," I shake my head. "I'll fucking show you I don't know anybody in the damn visitation room. Hasn't been the whole fucking month I've been in here."

I glance over at my bunkie who has gone back to peeling his orange before I step out to the hallway. The guard and I then walk across the prison toward the visitation room.

"See, I told you. I don't know anybody in-" I begin as I look away from the guard and towards the blue-eyed man waiting for me in a plastic chair with a visitor's name tag slapped across his jacket. "Jesus, fuck."

"Better make a good first impression or you might not get another visitor," the guard laughs as he slaps my back. "Go get 'em, tiger."

I roll my eyes at that asshole guard as I'm pushed toward Kageyama. When I reach him, he stands up for the one hug that's allowed, but I ignore it as I sit down across from his chair, only separated by a small table.

"The hell do you want, Tobio? Come to lecture me? Couldn't Hajime have done that himself?" I scoff.

"It isn't like that," he responds, leaning closer to me. "I just wanted to check up on you."

"Don't act like we're good, you asshole. I know in the end where your loyalties lie. We could've been in this together, but you fucking betrayed me, you-"

"Don't go there," he shakes his head. "I bent over backward for you, Tooru. But I can't do that shit anymore. Not when you're breaking the fucking law."

"Fuck off," I tell him, standing up from my chair and slamming my hands down on the table. "You've got no fucking clue-"

"That's enough inmate!" the guard from earlier shouts across the room. "Settle down or go back to your fucking cell!"

"Yeah alright," I respond as I eye Tobio the whole time. "I'd rather sit in a fucking cell than stay here any longer."

With that, the guard escorts me back. Tobio always came to visit even after that day, but for the longest time, I refused to go. It wasn't until I got really close with my bunkie that I ever saw him again. Maybe it's because I started to settle in, or because I wanted a connection to the outside world like everybody else, but I began to tell him every little thing that happened to me inside the prison.

Tobio always had a concerned look on his face, like everything I told him was absolutely unbelievable. He definitely didn't like my bunkie. Especially not after the things I told him. He constantly told me that he was worried for my safety, but it wasn't until one fateful day when I recognized it.

"Yo! Tooru!" my bunkie shouts at me as I step outside to smoke the cigarette that one of the other inmates had given me earlier that day at work.

"Hm? What is it?" I turn around, asking him. There, I see him with Atsumu on one side and some other guy I've never seen before on the other. The two of them look real nervous about something.

"Where the fuck'd you get that cig, huh?" he continues to yell.

"Dude, keep your voice down."

"Man, I told you to watch out for other products getting spread around in here, not to fucking consume it. How much did that shit cost you?!" he asks, cracking his knuckles.

"Nothing," I shrug. "He gave it to me for free."

"Really? What's he expecting in return then? Didn't take you for the type to hand your ass out for a smoke," he laughs.

"Look, I didn't do nothing wrong," I respond as I take a step back. I can now see that he's got something in the pocket of his gray hoodie.

"Ya know, I know you're new and all, roomie, but you gotta understand somethin' about prison. There are no fuckin' second chances. You screw up once, you're out."

"You kickin' me outta your little gang?" I scoff. My bunkie is a lot bigger than I am. He's probably spent his whole time in here getting buff as shit. I wonder what he got in for. That's the one thing he never told me.

"Something like that," he smirks. "You're going to do exactly like I ask or I'll just have to do something to take care of you. You were never in the family, but I'll give you a shot starting now."

"And why's that? If you just want to know where I got the cig you could just beat it out of me with whatever you got hidin' in your sweatshirt," I roll my eyes at him.

My bunkie steps closer, getting up close to my face and trying to intimidate me. "Nah. I need you for more than that. But you're right, you fuck it up and I will beat whatever I need out of you. Be real with me, got it?"

"Yeah, got it," I scoff.

Just then, I look to the side and see an officer nearby. He seems to be purposefully ignoring our conversation. I know that in order to survive around here, I'm going to need some sort of friends or 'family' as he put it.

Tobio hated the idea. He told me to just turn the guys in and the COs will have to protect me, but I know better than that. I'm the one in here, not him. I'm still learning, but I'm starting to understand how to play his game.

About one month later, the outage happened. Our little 'family' worked well for escaping until one day it all went to shit. Atsumu got in a big fight with my old bunkie and I took off before anything else could happen. I didn't know what had happened to any of them until recently. I never knew Atsumu that well, but he seemed like a decent guy. He was probably just doing the same as I was, playing along with his fucking game.

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[purposefully-lost]

They were almost cowering as bad as Andy had. It hadn't even taken a gun to scare that man, but there was a comfort to be found in the weight of it. His lips twitched at the sound of his name- and that stupid fucking nickname. Whatever, he decided. He could be a creep. Might as well. He was already holding them at gunpoint.

Alex tensed as the big guy- Vic- walked forwards. He raised the gun a little higher to follow him, his jaw clenched hard. He only glanced away from him to look at the young man who'd admitted to the drugging. In some bar, while Rabbit had just been trying to keep to himself. His gaze flicked back to Vic and he felt himself grow hot. His skin burned. All Rabbit had done was try to get better. They would've never had to think about him again if they'd just gone to the trouble of getting over fucking high school. And Desmond Baker, he'd never been worth mourning.

"You wanna take that chance?" Alex stepped forward to close the last of the distance between them, his eyes burning. The barrel of the pistol pressed against Vic's chest and he realized he had them in a corner. They could do whatever they wanted, they could try to shove him off or drag him away, but he'd pull that trigger first. Of course the gun was loaded. He'd bought it to protect Rabbit and he wasn't going to take any chances. Even if he only took one of them with him, he'd die content. "What'd you do to him, huh? Just following Alan's orders? What a stupid fucking excuse. I bet Alan couldn't even piss straight without one of you helping him." He shoved at him with the barrel and took a small step forward to keep the distance. His breath was coming hard and his vision had tunneled to only include the man in front of him. The other two were barely in his periphery. "You took my best friend, and you tied him up, and you nearly drove him to suicide."

His voice was oddly steady, even to his own ears. His free hand was clenching at his side before reflexively lifted it to help brace the gun against recoil. Blinking, he glanced at the one that'd been talking. "Sam?" He asked, trying to recall the name. It was almost as bitter on his tongue as Rabbit's had been. "What the fuck'd he do?" He nodded towards Vic before he looked at him. "I've gotta know where to shoot him, or else it's going in his balls."

Alex glanced down, just briefly, then laughed a little. The sound was nothing short of hysterical. "Maybe I should put a bullet there anyway. Just following fucking orders!" He raised his voice. "You were gonna drag me down there too? Just let it happen?! Fuck you!" He spat. "You all shoulda died down there!" The way Jack had cried after his testimony.. Alex sneered as he leaned in towards Vic, his finger curled around the trigger. "You aren't even worth dying in a basement. You think anyone's gonna miss you? Your friends look like they might be ready to get this shit over with."

Alex drummed his fingers lightly against the steering wheel, then glanced again towards the pharmacy doors. There must've been a line inside; if he'd known, he would've just gone inside with him, but Rabbit had bounded off so quickly the moment he'd parked that he'd decided he was content with just waiting out here.

He didn't blame Rabbit for wanting to get this over with. Picking up his medication was the last thing they had to do before they could get on with their other plans for the night, and ever since the trial, any plans made at all seemed.. important. Even something as simple as grabbing dinner and catching a movie at the drive-in across town. It was hard to take anything for granted when they'd nearly lost everything.

Leaning forward, Alex leaned his arms against the wheel and rested his chin on top of them, feeling a familiar warmth start to creep into his chest as he idly watched the doors. He had the feeling it was going to take a while still for Rabbit to recover from what'd been done to him, but he was awfully proud of him for how far he'd come even in what little time had passed. They were getting back on track- they were engaged- and there wasn't going to be anything to stop them from here on out. It'd only took the jury an hour to give Rabbit his freedom, and now that they were separated from it, it was a fact that still amazed Alex. Only an hour. The people in that room had seen the same wonderful boy that he did, and he'd held onto that. There wasn't a goddamn thing in this world that would keep him from making sure everyone knew that Rabbit deserved his life and that Alex was going to love him for all of it.

At least, not until the doors to the grocery store sharing the same parking lot opened up and two faces he'd hoped he'd never see again came into view. He sat up sharply, his breath catching as he watched them start further down the strip, seemingly goofing off together as they went. They clearly hadn't noticed him or hadn't remembered him, but he'd know them anywhere. He'd stared them down when they'd taken the stand and spat out every inane lie they could about who Jonathan Stone was.

Alex's heart was pounding. He watched them while they meandered along, seeming to go around the side of the building, either walking back to wherever they'd come from or--

He glanced at the pharmacy doors again. Really, it was connected to the grocery, almost like they were one in the same. They could've seen Jack. They could've--

He just had to make sure that they were heading out of here, that nothing had happened and he wasn't going to find Rabbit next to a dumpster out back. There was a pistol he kept hidden under the passenger seat that he was still on the fence about getting rid of, he hadn't even told Rabbit about its existence yet, but right now he found himself reaching for it and tucking it into the back of his waistband, hidden beneath his shirt. He just had to be sure. Without another thought, Alex shoved open the car door and started towards the edge of the building.

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