#why does he hate blondes sir YOU are blonde

[wildtornado-o]

Forgot to post this so it gets its own post <3 That scene in Empire of Ivory where Laurence's gaydar fails and he says Little is attractive but Chenery has straw hair

[queenariesofnarnia]

i've killed you once

gif not mine!

alastor x f! reader

warnings: mentions of killing

wc: 1,300

You were in Hell, and you weren’t even shocked that you ended up here. You were now a stunning cat demon, well half cat demon. You had cat features, your ears, claws, and tail. The rest of you looked human still. You’re dressed in a deep burgundy flapper dress that had a black beaded fringe overlay. Thick curls framing your face, that always had flawless makeup. Satin black opera gloves to your elbows. Your wedding ring still on your finger, you quickly made a name for yourself on this side of the pentagram, taking over for this bitchy overload who thought you couldn’t defend yourself in a fight. The souls you own and everyone in your territory just calls you Kitty, not many people have the pleasure of knowing your real name.

You’ve been seeing the hotel run by Lucifer’s daughter during commercial breaks deciding to go and see the hotel for yourself believing in her cause. You were willing to offer help if she needed it. Knocking on the door you waited less that a minute for an answer.

“Hi welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!”  the princess’ cheery voice greeted you. Smiling at her you introduced yourself thanking her. She guided you into the parlor to meet everyone.

“Everyone this is Kitty! Kitty this is Vaggie, Sir Pentious, Angel Dust, Niffty, Husk, and Alastor is around here somewhere." she says gesturing to everyone. “We’re getting ready for my Dad’s visit. Would you mind helping?” she asked you with a hopeful smile.

“Not at all. Just tell me what to do” you tell her more than willing to lend a hand. As you were setting up you got to know Angel Dust and Pentious. You also caught up with Husk, you haven’t seen him in some time. You took time to even get to know Vaggie and Charlie, until the sound of static cut through the air.

“Cher?” the nickname being one you haven’t heard since losing your lover in 1933. You glance up meeting red eyes, and an ever-present grin.

“Baby?” your voice getting caught in your throat, seeing him again. Making your way to his open arms, he held you close. It reminded you of the night you lost him. Before your reunion could continue Lucifer arrived. You moved to stand next to the guys.

“Charlie why don’t you introduce me to your other friends” Lucifer suggests turning away from Alastor making you giggle at their interaction. He made his way through everyone placing a kiss on your hand as he introduced himself to you. Static rang through the air again from Alastor, his grin strained as he looked at Lucifer holding your hand. Pulling away from him you snatch a cookie off the table snacking on it. You all stood by as Lucifer and Alastor started singing.

“Does everybody just burst into song here?” you ask laughing.

“Yeah toots, it’s a daily thing here” Angel says laughing with you. Everyone just chats away as they battle for the song until a grating voice that you hated even more than when you were alive. Fucking Mimzy, you wished you would’ve escaped this bitch. You growl as she wraps her arms around Alastor. Angel and Husk each put a hand on your shoulder to calm you down. He dismisses himself to continue the tour with Charlie. You all made your way to the bar, you stood next to Husk. Tuning out Mimzy’s story but catching out the corner of your eyes as Husk walked away. You followed Husk and witnessed his interaction with Alastor. You rushed to his side helping him up, watching Alastor walk away.

“Let’s go back to the others Husk” you held his hand gingerly walking him back to the bar. Walking back to a ton of commotion. You see Mimzy ducking on the floor as whoever was outside looking for her yelled her name.

“What the fuck did you do bitch?” You growl at the blonde ready to attack her.

“I may be in trouble with some loan sharks. May or may not have borrowed fifty grand...” she runs to hide behind the bar next to Husk. “And I may have stolen a car and crashed it into the loan shark’s girlfriend” she finishes. Angel stopped you from lunging at her. Trying to handle the damage that’s being caused because of Mimzy.

“I’ll take care of this” you heard Vaggie’s voice from behind you.

“No, my dear, leave it to me. Its time I remind everyone why I’m here”

“Finally! It took ya long enough.” Mimzy sounds excited, and you do your best not to hit her. You watched in awe as Alastor grew and tore the loan sharks to pieces. You enjoyed the sight of watching him in his zone. Once he was done you made your way outside to him. Reaching his side, he grabbed your hand pulling you to him.

“Oh, Alastor! What a fantastic show.” Mimzy says walking out, continuing to thank him. You growl at her cutting her off.

“You need to leave bitch” you look her in the eyes, your cat like pupils in slits and your tail viciously swaying.

“Calm down Kitty, you don’t mean that” she says laughing.

“I mean it bitch. Do yourself a favor and remember that I’m the reason you’re here” you remind her, your claw poking her nose. You pull away from Alastor, staring her down.

“But Alastor loves takin care of me” she says trying to lighten the mood. You wrap your claws around her neck cutting her off.

“I killed you once Mimzy, best believe I’ll do it again.” Your tone deep before you toss her to the side. As she scrambles to get up you walk back into the hotel. Her and Alastor exchange a few more words, and he reminds her she needs to leave.

“Come here cher” his command was firm. You grasp his hand before his shadows consume you both. You appeared to be in what you’re assuming is his room. Of course he had the bayou attached to it.    “Now enlighten me on what you said to Mimzy” the static in his voice calmed you down.

“After you died, I just ended up working to take care of myself. But I also continued killing to feel close to you. I’d use my looks to lure men in and kill them. It was easy and most men are stupid. Then Mimzy made a comment ‘You don’t know how to take care of yourself now that Alastor ain’t around” it made me snap. I waited for her to be through with her show at the lounge. I offered her a ride as a friend, even gave her something to drink. I used powdered potassium it made it look natural. She was found dead in her house. I handled her arrangement since I played the “grieving best friend ” so well. I gave her a better send off than she deserved. The cops never caught my trail of the men I killed. I died of natural causes years later in our little cabin.” You told him the story of  how the rest of your life went after his passing. If his grin could get wider, it would. He asked you to elaborate on the men you killed and Mimzy. He couldn’t be prouder of his wife. He stood up grabbing your cheeks with his clawed hands pulling you in for  a kiss.

“ Oh, how I’ve missed you darling” he said pulling away keeping his hands on your waist. Your hands finding their place on his chest.

“I’ve missed you more” your voice sounds silent compared to the sounds of the bayou. Alastor pulled you in for a hug enjoyed your presence that he has missed for so long.

[obsolescent]

You’re gonna hate seeing my name every time you open this app from how much I do and will resquest you 😭

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJG8npPb/

Here me out. This but^

Single mother y/n with a kid and ghost just came back from a mission and needed to buy something for his small house and sees y/n struggling to pick some heavy things up while her kid keeps laughing and saying everything like the girl in the video. i have so many other requests I’d love to because you’re writing is probably my favorite /srs. hope you have a nice end of the month. Love ya 🩷

The Necessity of Saints

Part Two (NSFW)

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x SingleMom!Reader

Author's Notes: Ough, I had fun writing this out. Love these prompts so much, you don't understand! I will never tire of requests I promise, they fill me with so much motivation and I'm so happy I'm one of your favorites, that means so much to me!! I hope you enjoy this and hope you’re having the best month!! I am not opposed to writing a spicier second part to this, just let me know ♡ Once again I am thinking about Simon showing off his muscles and being happy to help someone in need.

Content warnings: Feminine reader, reader uses she/her pronouns and uses mom, your daughter is named Rhea.

“Good Lord, why does wood have to be so HEAVY,” you grunt out, trying unsuccessfully to pull the wooden beam out of the pile. Your kid stands off to the side, stifling her giggles with her hand, finding much enjoyment in your predicament. You stand up and stretch your limbs, getting ready for another go at it. You take a deep breath, bending with your knees, and begin pulling again, with more force behind it. 

Sweating dripping off your brow, you continue to tug at the piece of wood, pleading with it to just MOVE. “Can someone help my mama?” Your kid finally yells out, causing you to whirl towards her with a panicked look on your face. “Rhea!” You hiss, seeing your phone in her hands, recording your ordeal. “Please, someone, my mama won’t ask for help and she needs it!” Rhea exclaims, drawing out the end of ‘please’. 

“Stop filming me struggling, dammit!” You try to contain your own laughter, hurrying back to continue pulling, hoping to finally get it to move before anyone hears your daughter’s yelling, not wanting an encounter with a random stranger. Rhea continues to hoot and holler, hoping to garner attention to you both. Your face now red from a mixture of stifled laughter, exertion, and embarrassment.

“What’s all this, then?” A gravelly voice booms out, halting yours and your daughter's movements. You both turn towards the voice, finding a large, tall man, standing off to the side, hands on his hips. His brown eyes glitter with what looks to be amusement, probably been watching quietly for a while. Your ears burn, straightening up and wiping your hands off on your shirt. 

“I’m so sorry to bother your shopping, please ignore my–” “My mama won’t ask for help and she needs it! Please help her!” Your daughter cuts you off. You put your hands over your face, groaning. “Is that all?” He asks, raising a blond eyebrow at your kid. She nods, finally putting the phone down after succeeding in her mission. 

“Alright then, let’s have at it,” British accent now noticeable after the initial shock, he walks over to the wood you’re standing in front of, easily lifting a beam into his arms. “How many?” He asks, looking towards you. You stand there in shock, at how easily he was able to lift it, to his bulging muscles now able to be seen through his shirt. 

“J-just that one, sir. I need it cut into three 6-inch pieces, though,” You stutter out, realizing your gaze had been on him for too long. That glint in his eyes doesn’t go away, you assume he noticed the staring. “To the wood-cutting area, then?” He turns, walking off in the direction of the wood-cutting services. You and your daughter share a look before scurrying after him.

Once you arrive, you tell the associate what you want, and they begin the process. The three of you stand off to the side while they cut, looking over at the man, you begin speaking. “I really appreciate what you did for us, thank you…?” “Simon,” He offers his name, you giving your own and your daughter’s. “Thank you, Simon. Is there anything I can do to repay you for helping?” You ask, reaching for your bag. “Don’t worry about it,” He grunts out, walking forward to grab the pieces they’ve finished with, loading them onto a cart. 

Once they’re done, he wheels the cart towards the checkout, paying for the wood. “Oh! Sir, you don’t have to–""Don’t worry about it, love,” He says again, adding ‘love’ to the end of this one, causing your cheeks to redden. Once the transaction is complete, he pulls the cart outside. “The car park is pretty big, you can pull your car up to the entrance, I’ll load it.” He says, You nod, you and Rhea walk quickly to your car, getting inside and buckling in. 

You pull your car around to the front of the store, opening the trunk. He begins loading the wood inside, making quick work of the now smaller pieces. Once done, he comes around to your side of the car. You roll your window down, going to thank him again, when he holds his hand up. “Could’ve hurt yourself. Just ask for help next time, yeah? Don’t have to do everything alone,” He says, causing your mouth to fall open, like he read your mind. “But, if you’re privy to certain help, you can always give me a ring,” He hands over a card with a number on it, with his full name, ‘Simon Riley’.

“Thank you, Simon. I’ll be sure to let you know,” You say, bashfully. He smirks, “Have a lovely day, you two,” He says, before walking back inside the store. You roll your window up, pulling away from the entrance. You’re driving for a bit, both silent, before Rhea finally speaks up, “He was really cute, and nice. You should text him.” You sputter. “Rhea! I have no idea who he even is–""Get to know him! He was, like, totally checking you out, and so were you,” She says, looking over at your blushing face. “I don’t know…” You trail off. You hadn’t done much dating in a very long time. Not having much time for it between your daughter and work. Now that Rhea is a teenager, maybe you could have some time to find a relationship?

Seemingly reading your mind (ya’ll gotta stop doing that), she adds, “I’m old enough to watch myself, go have some fun!” You roll your eyes, a smile forming on your face. Maybe he wouldn’t be against seeing you under different circumstances?

Arriving home and maneuvering the now much easier to handle wooden pieces, you set them in a pile inside the garage, for your upcoming project. Once inside and settled in, you pull out the card and contemplate what you’ll say. You add his number to your contacts and pull up a message screen for him. You let him know it’s you and add,

‘I would really like to get to know you more, if you’re not opposed?’

A few minutes later, he responds.

‘Not at all opposed, love. Just let me know what time is best for you x’

[yujo-nishimura]

All the rage

A fauxpax at your job leads to some intimate time with your boss Sir Crocodile and even a promotion...

Warning: gore, blood, violence, smut, Sir Crocodile x female reader (It is not as gory as I intended it to write because I also do not want my readers to be disgusted)

NSFW - minors do not interact

words: 1932

I am tagging @lostfirefly since she has explicitly asked for it and she will understand the background of the story.. ;)

What began as a promising career path quickly transformed into a daily grind filled with frustration. Your boss had placed you on the front lines of sales, fully aware that it was your charm and physical appearance that kept customers engaged, rather than the actual product you were selling. Initially, the attention may have been enjoyable, but it rapidly developed into an arduous routine of forcing a smile and feigning interest in even the most absurd customer requests.

In addition to your job-related frustrations, you hated the commute, enduring endless waits for public transportation alongside the empty expressions of fellow passengers. To make things even more difficult, you had developed romantic feelings for your boss, Mr. Crocodile, who failed to provide the attention you yearned for. Nevertheless, he remained the sole reason you clung to the job, at least for a little while longer. 

After enduring yet another exhausting and sweltering morning commute, coupled with three customer calls riddled with complaints, it's no wonder that you finally reached your breaking point.

The client you were scheduled to meet today had already displayed unpleasant behavior over the phone. However, you tried to stay optimistic, believing that people tend to be kinder in person compared to phone or email interactions. As the clock struck 10, the client was still nowhere to be seen, and impatience crept in, knowing your aversion to tardiness. Eventually, he arrived at 10:30, nearly an hour late. Upon entering your office, he offered no apology, opting instead for a shy smile. With his greasy blonde hair, ill-fitting suit, and repulsive demeanor, you took a deep breath and, attempting to maintain your professionalism, offered him a seat and asked if he wanted tea or coffee. To your annoyance, he requested soda water, the one thing you hadn't offered. You reluctantly went to the small fridge in search of anything to satisfy his stupid request.

Upon your return, he sported a sly grin and made inappropriate comments about your appearance as you turned around to face him. For a moment, you contemplated ending the conversation then and there. Not only because of the harassment, but also because he had already exhibited a series of missteps from the start, leading you to believe it would only worsen. However, you reminded yourself that this client had promised substantial purchases, resulting in a significant deal that would not only make you proud but also capture your boss's attention.

As you settled down before the client, you ensured your suit jacket and skirt were impeccably aligned, carefully placing product flyers on the glass coffee table. "So, as we discussed on the phone, this is what we can offer, and we're willing to negotiate a generous discount for bulk purchases," you initiated your customary sales pitch, fully aware that the man was likely not paying attention at all.

"I wasn't aware that they allowed women to work at Cross Guild Corp. as well," he suddenly remarked. 

"Pardon me?" you replied, looking up at him, meeting his watery blue eyes and sly grin once again. 

"I believe men excel in sales and business, but I can see why they placed you on the front line. You're a cute little Missy with a nice little butt. Are they sharing you around here?" 

"Sir...!" you sighed deeply, mustering all your strength to restrain yourself from snapping at him. "At Cross Guild Corp., our team strives to create an inclusive environment that does not discriminate based on gender or sexuality..." you trailed off, realizing that you sounded like a spokesperson for your company's marketing campaign. 

"I actually came here just to find out about your sexuality, girl, since you sounded so nice on the phone!" To your horror, the client stood up, walked around the table, and sat down next to you on the large leather couch. His sly grin remained etched on his face, and you understood that he had no intention of making any purchases. As he forcefully grabbed your hand and pushed it between his legs, you gasped. Your phone lay on the table, and the imposing wooden doors prevented any sound from escaping to alert your colleagues of your distress. Your eyes fell on the letter opener on the table, next to the flyers and paperwork from the morning. 

“I will give you a good tip, so show me - how is your head…!”, he murmured and the grip on your hand got tighter. That was your breaking point. In a split-second decision, you instinctively reached for the letter opener resting on your desk. Its design was reminiscent of the sword once wielded by your chief manager Mihawk, a renowned sword master.

With a swift motion and without any regret you stabbed the small iron blade into the neck of your attacker, making his eyes go wide in disbelief over the blood fountain suddenly gushing out from under his ear. He gargled, trying to cover the wound and hissed “You fucking bitch!” but you had already stood up, trying to get away from the fountain of blood spilling over the leather couch and your black suit and sheer tights.

The guy had finally stopped smiling and you felt a sense of relief. Still heavily breathing you went to your desk trying to grab anything to hold on to. You were still in shock but you also felt like this was the only thing you needed to do today. Your work was done here, time to punch out and go home.

As the client gasped for his final breaths on the couch, a sudden knock at the door startled you. Without hesitation, your boss, Sir Crocodile, made his entrance into the office, dressed impeccably in a sleek black suit, his presence accentuated by the cigar he held. 

"Y/n, I was just coming in to discuss the sales numbers from last month and review our plans for Q3..." he began, but his words trailed off abruptly as his gaze fell upon your pale face, the crimson stains on your hands, and the somber scene that unfolded on the couch before him. 

"Oh..." he remarked, his reaction to a dying person being the one you least expected from all possible responses.

“I…!”, that was all you were able to say, looking in horror at your own hands and the blood stains on the carpet. 

"Did the sales proposal go wrong?" your boss inquired, carefully placing the documents on a nearby shelf to avoid any stains. 

"He... he tried to assault me," you stammered, your voice trembling as you spoke. 

Crocodile approached the lifeless figure and casually lifted his arm before letting it drop back onto the couch with a nonchalant "flop." 

"What a tasteless suit brand. He reeks of cheap whiskey as well... I think you handled the situation very well, dear Y/n!" 

You couldn't believe what you were hearing as your boss praised you. 

"Are you alright, though? It must have been quite a shock for you..." 

With just two swift strides, your boss stood before you, his towering presence simultaneously intimidating and comforting. He gently took hold of your blood-stained hands, inspecting them as though he had stumbled upon a hidden treasure. 

"I'm... I'm fine, I suppose," you whispered, relieved to be able to utter any words at all. 

"How about you take the rest of the day off, my dear?" Crocodile suddenly suggested, causing your heart to race. Did your beloved boss just refer to you as "my dear"?

“I am fine, Sir..!”, you tried to utter and you looked into his dark purple eyes. A rush of adrenaline had run through your body, heightened now by the sensation of Crocodile's warm skin on yours.

He gently raised your hands to his mouth and you gasped in disbelief as he carefully opened his lips, licking over the blood on your fingers.

The tension in the office got unbearable and you suddenly realized that the death of the client and you having killed him had turned Sir Crocodile on. He didn't even ask for your approval, he did not need to hear it, seeing the same fire in your eyes as mirrored in his own was enough proof for him. Without hesitation he quickly grabbed your hips, pushing you up on your wooden office desk, starting to greedily kiss you. His lips tasted like cigar smoke and blood and it made your mind go blank.

Instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist and put your arms around his shoulders. You were only kissing but you already felt like moaning into his mouth, your arousal palpable. Crocodile did not wait any longer. While still kissing you, he unbuckled his belt, pulling down both his trousers and underwear. His throbbing cock was so huge, pressing against your clothed folds, for a moment you were not sure if you could take it all. He did not give you a choice. Ripping your tights apart, he pulled down your panties and pushed your skirt up. Your bare ass was seated now on documents from the morning briefing and before your boss embraced you, he quickly checked with his fingers if you were ready for him. The slick sound made him smile, he kissed your neck and gently whispered: 

“Killing that guy turned you on, didn't it?”

Without waiting for your reply he pushed into you, his full length filling you in an instant. Surprisingly you were ready to take him - there was no pain, only pleasure. As he started to move relentlessly into you, your thighs and your butt started slapping against the wood of the desk. You moaned into his shoulder, feeling his big cock filling you to the brim. As you held onto him you were able to peek over his shoulder, seeing the lifeless body of the client still slightly bleeding, but much less than earlier, leaving a big crimson puddle on the floor. 

Crocodile gently but vigorously pulled your hair forcing you to look at him. 

“Focus on me, baby. I want you to enjoy every moment of this…!” his deep voice was laced with desire, you could feel his cock pulsating against your velvet folds. 

His demand made you feel getting close to your own orgasm, he pressed his hand on your mouth, trying to stifle your moans and holding on to you while his motions grew more forceful and vigorous. 

“Almost there..!”, he leaned over and whispered these words into your ear.

“I underestimated you, I knew you were beautiful and charming.. but I did not think you had the guts to kill someone…!”, his voice turned husky from the fast-paced breaths.

You pushed your nails into his skin and threw your head back as the orgasm washed over you like a wave. Seeing you squirting all over his cock made him go wild, with some last stuttering movements he pushed his cum inside of you, gently collapsing with his massive body on your suit jacket. You both were panting, the room was hot and sticky, the scent of blood and wrongdoing hung in the air.

He slowly stood upright, handing you your underwear and pulling up his trousers, adjusting his tie in a swift movement. 

Still overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment you silently grabbed your panties, pushing them into your jacket pocket instead of putting them back on. 

"Well, I've been in need of a personal assistant for quite some time now," Crocodile cleared his throat, smoothing back his slicked hair with a swift gesture. "How about we tidy up this mess together and then discuss your well-deserved promotion?"

[skelly-words]

more bf!sukuna hcs, but he’s insufferable and stuck in my head. this is part 4…

warning: some NSFW, slight intox, minors DNI

NEVER lets you drive. he’s so misogynistic. “females are bad drivers” ass bitch. "you're gonna wrap us around a tree."

claims to despise when you baby him e.g. forehead kisses, scratching his back to put him to sleep, even fucking cuddling. don’t believe that shit for a second but pretend to and stop until he starts acting grateful.

way too confrontational to be taken out in public. just pretend you don’t know him when he’s pulling a gun on someone who stepped on his shoes.

you’d be broke if you bailed him out of jail every fucking time. at least let him marinate there all night before folding or call his dad to do it instead.

so messy. it's unintentional, but sukuna just leaves a trail of disorder in his wake. throw pillows on the floor, shoes in the walkway, and always leaving the lights on despite complaining about the utility bill.

throw him outside to do yardwork or something. he loves that shit. putting in a couple fruit trees, maybe stepping stones. by the end of the summer you have a tiered garden with slate retaining walls and an automatic irrigation system.

why does he have a green thumb? he's in a secret competition with the neighbors for prettiest lawn. and yet, you manage to kill the little succulent garden he planted for you.

a minimalist (derogatory). sukuna is always trying to throw your trinkets and knickknacks away when you're not paying attention.

he loves getting a little fashion show after you buy new clothes. it's one of the few cute things he'll admit to enjoying. it doesn't matter if the outfit is skimpy or modest, hearts are popping out of his eyes like in a fucking cartoon.

doesn't apologize under any circumstances. the word 'sorry,' isn't in his lexicon. however, he will leave his card on the counter before heading to work and pick up flowers on the way home and make reservations at your favorite restaurant. don't expect to hear a real apology though.

super duper tender-headed. you can't even detangle it without him whining. might cry if you try to do braids, twists, any kinda style. fucking pussy

irritating asf. actually hate him, idk why i’m writing this. i'd probably poison him and collect the life insurance.

UMM nsfw

calling sukuna something corny and dominant in bed (sir/daddy/king/etc.) out of the blue would make him nut. and he isn’t even embarrassed about it at all.

incapable of pulling off a quickie. i think this is more endearing than aggravating. he can't hit it right in just ten minutes. he'll ask for more time. and a little more. then it's been an hour and you're likely running late for something.

thinks you're hottest bent over (i'm not even projecting rn bc my ass is flat). don't worry, he thinks your face is cute, missionary is great too. but if you wore one of those pillow case ass house dresses with no panties he'd go crazy. i hate to air him out like this, but it's true. i gotta link this shit so you know what i'm talking about. makes him feral. maybe i am projecting bc i luv those dresses.

but anyway, he'd fall for the 'bend and snap' so bad (legally blonde reference). these are basically crack, sorry

occasionally forgets that foreplay is a thing and tries to go straight from light frenching to stickin it.

i feel like sukuna’s sunday nights are spent getting really high and kissing on you for hours. he just gets the munchies dude. leaving dewy spots of saliva on all your exposed skin. once he’s tasted that, your clothes is peeled off so he can drool on the rest of you. he doesn’t even realize how much of a tease he is. his mouth suctioned to your inner thigh… maybe i should just write this as its own thingy

p sure i said this already, but he’s a biter. gnaws on you like a mf chew toy. it’s an oral fixation thing, if you don’t like it buy him lots of lollipops and tic tacs.

ok i have to stop before i gross myself out. tyty for reading <3<3<3 have a wonderful day.

masterlist if you wanna read the rest

[the-fairy-thing]

Rochester feeling personally attacked or offended by Jane… a thread:

Rochester: “do you think me handsome?

Jane: “no sir”

Rochester: 👁️👄👁️

Rochester: “it’s nearly 4am go back to your room the servants will be up soon”

Jane: “okay goodnight”

Rochester: “WHAT? YOU’RE LEAVING ME?”

Jane: **leaves the party Rochester forced her to be at…**

Rochester: “why didn’t you come speak to me🧍‍♂️”

Jane: “I don’t know or speak to any of the men here”

Fortune Teller Rochester: ��Will you say that of the master of this house!?”

Jane: “he’s not here”

Rochester: “so I just don’t exist now. does that exclude him?🥲”

Jane: “I am back, my aunt is dead”

Rochester: “gone from me a whole month and forgetting me quite I’ll be sworn”😔

Jane: “I anticipate you’ll love me for about 3 months after we marry then I hope you at least like me after that”

Rochester: “WHA-(don’t cry Eddie😭💔) HOW DARE YOU SULLY MY LOVE FOR YOU JANE… TAKE IT BACK NOW😡”

Rochester: “I’m sorry Jane plz forgive me with a kiss🥺🥰”

Jane: “I’d rather not”

Rochester: “hard little thing”😠

Rochester: “it’s the last night of our engagement plz have dinner with me🥺”

Jane: “no”

Rochester: “Do I eat like a pig that you are repulsed to eat with me?😔”

Jane: “I’m just not hungry but I’ll sit with you”

Rochester: “yay😁”

Rochester: “if you were mad do you think I should hate you?”

Jane: “yes”

Rochester: “THEN YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME OR THE SORT OF LOVE WHICH I AM CAPABLE OF😡… prepare for one of the most romantic quotes you’ll ever hear🥹”

Jane: “St. John is young and very handsome… he’s tall, blonde, and with a Grecian profile”👀🤭

Rochester: “Damn him”😡 “fine Jane go marry this cousin the husband you have chosen😔”

[w3ath3r-0f-sw34t3rz]

pride playlist 🏳‍🌈🎶

Found Heaven (conan gray) "don't be scared, little child // you're no demon // there's a God in the sky // don't believe him // don't be scared, little child // of that feeling // you're in love // you found Heaven"

seven (taylor swift) "and I think you should come live with // me and we can be pirates // then you won't have to cry // or hide in the closet"

Sweater Weather (the neighborhood)

girls (girl in red) "they're so pretty, it hurts // i'm not talking 'bout boys, i'm talking 'bout girls"

I Wanna Be a Boy (addison grace)

Strawberry Blonde (chloe moriondo) "her hair is a dark, strawberry blonde // and when i'm with her, nothing is wrong // takes my hand in hers when the lights aren't on // smaller than mine and oh god i am gone"

Sofia (clairo) "i think we could do it if we tried // if only to say you're mine // sofia, know that you and i // shouldn't feel like a crime"

Juliet (cavetown)

Boyfriend (marika hackman) "i hope your boyfriend doesn't mind // you tell me that you love me every time // i held his girl in my hands // she likes it 'cause they're softer than a man's"

Butch 4 Butch (rio romeo)

I Want To Be With You (chloe moriondo)

You Need to Calm Down (taylor swift) "sunshine on the street at the parade // but you would rather be in the dark ages // making that sign, must've taken all night // you just need to take several seats and then try to restore the peace // and control your urges to scream about all the people you hate // 'cause shade never made anybody less gay so"

i wanna be your girlfriend (girl in red)

Boy Bi (mad tsai)

LUNCH (billie eilish) "i could eat that girl for lunch // yeah, she dances on my tongue // tastes like she might be the one"

Samantha (chloe moriondo)

Boyfriend (dove cameron) "i could be a better boyfriend than him // i could do the shit that he never did // up all night, i won't quit // thinking i'm gonna steal you from him // i could be such a gentleman // plus all my clothes would fit"

Why Didn't I Kiss Her (The Useless Lesbian Song) (ratwyfe)

Sometimes Sunshine (seasalt) "oh, i know you got a boyfriend // and i know you don't like his touch // oh, i know you got a boyfriend // he says he loves you but does he this much?"

A Shitty Gay Song About You (ezra williams)

Boys & Girls (conan gray)

Flaming Hot Cheetos (clairo) "girlfriend or girl that's a friend? // it's easy just to pretend // that we don't have something real, it's just how we feel"

Gay Girls (pillow queens)

Michelle (sir chloe) "you know just how to be cruel // when you shake your hips that way // paint your lips that way"

1-800-DATEME (mxmtoon) "girl after guy, crush after crush // never really figured it out with someone"

Home (cavetown) "often, i am upset that i can not fall in love, but i guess // this avoids the stress of falling out of it .. i'll cut my hair // to make you stare // i'll hide my chest // and i'll figure out a way to get us out of here"

happy queerdom! <3

[inneedofsupervision]

I didn't ask, did I? (Chapter 9)

Happy begrudgingly steps aside and walks after Tony into the diner. The billionaire skillfully ignores the gasps of surprise and the poor attempt to take pictures of him secretly as he strides straight up to the counter. "Two cheeseburgers and a large fry. To go." "Please get in line and wait for your turn, Sir." "Excuse me?" Tony slowly pulls his sunglasses down and glances at the skinny teen behind the register. "Bad hearing comes with age, huh?" mutters the teen under his breath. Happy makes a choking sound behind him. ___________________ Or, how Tony Stark gets sassed by some high schooler working part-time and makes it his mission to figure out what he did to make this kid he'd never seen hate him. If that means annoying the hell out of said high schooler, that's not his problem.

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10

Chapter Summary: Clint gets sent to the animal shelter to see if he can gather some information for Tony.

(Read on Ao3)

A ringing accompanies Clint as he enters the Forest Hills Adoption Center. 

“I'm here, Tony. How's the sound?”

“Flawless. As you'd expect from my technology. Before you ask, the camera is also working as it should be. The finest image you can get.”

Clint fingers his hearing aid, tempted to turn the man off. Before he gets to it, a brunette woman rises from behind the reception desk.

“You must be Mr. Smith," she welcomes him with a smile.

“That's me,” Clint replies with a smile that mirrors the woman's. He holds out his hand to her. “Pleased to meet you, Miss?”

“Oh, you can call me Diana. Mr. Smith, we appreciate your interest in adopting one of our dogs. During our phone call, you didn't give much information about what you were looking for. If you'll join me in the office, we can discuss your ideas and see which dog will be the best fit for your home."

Clint follows the woman who had introduced herself as Diana. The latter holds the door to the hallway open for him, and he smoothly slips past her. As the door opens, there is a chorus of yapping and whining that the archer would have heard loud and clear even without his hearing aid.

As if anticipated, Diana turns toward him with a gentle smile. “Please, don't be put off, by the noise and the energy. These dogs have all been waiting a long time for a new home. Every new visit causes their excitement to grow, but this does not mean they will be like this when you take them home."

“I understand. These are special circumstances.”

Diana laughs but lacks mirth.

“Special circumstances, I guess you could say that.”

Clint flinches slightly as the clatter of a coffee mug thunders in his right ear. “Good God, what a volume. Now I know why Pepper doesn't want dogs.”

“Tony. Shut up.”

Clint has turned away from Diana and is about to cut the connection or put the man on silent.

“Mr. Smith, are you all right?”

Clint looks over his shoulder. Diana is standing in the hallway with her clipboard in her hand.

“Yes, excuse me. I need to blow my nose.”

To make his excuse believable, Clint pulls a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and turns away from the woman.

“I cannot concentrate with the nonstop commentary in the back, Tony. You want something from me, then let me do my job in peace,” the blond man hisses into his tissue.

“All right. No need to get mad.”

“Last warning or I'll mute you.”

“Aye aye, Katniss. I'll keep quiet.”

Satisfied with the answer, Clint turns back to Diana. 

“Thanks for waiting.”

“No problem. You don't happen to have an animal hair allergy, do you?”

“No, it's just the last bit of a stubborn cold my kids brought home from school.”

Diana's face lights up, and Clint knows he has said the right thing.

“Oh, you have children?”

“Yes, three of them.”

Clint keeps up the small talk on the way to the office. His hands were buried in his pockets, and his eyes roamed over the kennels and the dogs inside. 

Tony's plan was vague. 

The question is whether you could even call it a plan. 

“Tell me, do you have volunteers working here?”

Diana stops, and Clint catches up. 

“Yes, we have a few, and we are more than grateful for them. Our volunteers help us walk the dogs, or they take them out to play.”

“Can everyone do that?”

“We need all the help we can get, but we thoroughly check everyone who wants to work here. Some dogs have had a difficult life and need special attention and someone to care for them who has a good understanding of dogs.”

Once in the office, Diana offers Clint a coffee. Half an hour later, the shelter director holds the door open for Clint again.

“Come on, I'll show you all our dogs, and then, we'll see if we have one that suits your family.”

After just a few minutes of looking around the facility, Clint realizes the shelter is full. When he shares this thought with Diana, she nods.

“That's true. We mainly keep our heads above water with donations, so there's not much money left for advertising. At the moment, the trend towards pedigree dogs is on the rise again. Many people are getting dogs from breeders, meaning that the dogs in the shelters are considered a second choice or not even considered at all.”

While Diana is still speaking, the spy notices a movement. Two kennels away, something red moves behind the fence. Diana continues to talk as she walks ahead, but Clint's attention is drawn towards the kennel they are approaching. 

Clint glances inconspicuously into the kennel. 

Tony was right.

There he is.

Peter Parker.

Clint frowns. From everything he had heard from Tony and Rhode's stories, what he saw sitting in the kennel was not what he expected from the infamous pain-in-the-ass teen. 

The boy looks miserable.

Peter Parker is sitting on a thin blanket, which couldn't offer much protection from the cold or the hardness of the concrete floor beneath him. He has pulled the hood of his sweater over his head, but it's not enough to hide a pale face with a few impressive dark circles under his eyes. The boy's gaze is fixed on his lap, or rather on the head that is resting there.

Clint's eyebrows move upwards. The dog the boy is in the kennel with is of a stately size. The brown head with the black ears and black muzzle almost takes up the boy's entire lap, but Peter doesn't seem intimidated by the dog. 

With almost mechanical movements, Peter strokes the animal's head down to its neck and over its back. The dog has its eyes closed and is lying beside the teenager, deeply relaxed, its enormous chest sinking in deep rhythmic movements. 

It would have been too endearing a sight if two things had not ruined the wholesome picture. Firstly, there were Peter's eyes. At first glance, the blank stare might suggest, that the kid was lost in his thoughts, but Clint knew that wasn't the case. Peter's eyes hadn't drifted off, and his thoughts weren't traveling either. 

Clint knew that look all too well. 

He'd seen it countless times before.

Peter Parker is grieving.

The man watches as Peter's hand never stops stroking the dog. The teen runs his fingers gently over the caramel-colored fur until stopping before touching the white bandage wrapped around the dog. 

A hand on his arm draws Clint's attention back to Diana. The older lady glances at the teenager before looking Clint in the eye and signaling to follow her. 

They turn a corner and enter another corridor. 

“That was Peter, one of our volunteers. He walks some of our dogs.”

Clint nods before turning to Diana. 

“The dog in the kennel didn't look like he could walk.”

The dog's hind legs had been bandaged up to the hip, and from what Clint had observed, Peter avoided touching them as if he feared his fingers would burst into flames on contact.

When Diana's face contorted into a painful expression, Clint knew he had hit a sore spot.

“That is Lucy, one of our newcomers. A lovely dog. She loves people and would spend the whole day cuddling if she could.”

“But,” Clint interjects. 

The woman puts on a pained smile.

“Was it that obvious?”

“Pretty much,” Clint says with a grin, attempting to lighten the mood. 

The principal looks down at her clipboard. “You're right. Lucy cannot walk. She was involved in an accident, which is one of the reasons she ended up with us."

“Her owner can no longer look after her?” 

“He died in the accident. Lucy broke both her hip bones. She survived the worst of it, but she needs new hip joints to be able to walk correctly. She is being treated, but, at the moment, she can only stand or sit for a short time."

Diana wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. 

“Sorry, I'm being unprofessional. It's just that she's a wonderful dog, Mr. Smith. We're not a big shelter, and new hip joints and the follow-up treatment costs more than we can afford.”

“And what if she gets adopted?”

After regaining her composure, Diana put on her glasses, and her slightly reddened eyes met Clint's. 

“Not many people take in sick or injured animals, Mr. Smith.  Not to mention the cost of surgery, Lucy is already eight. She is a  mongrel. There is no clear breed identification. She's over 27,5 inches tall and weighs around 110 pounds. Furthermore, she previously belonged to a homeless person. No matter how lovely this dog may be, all these criteria make it more than difficult to place her. If we don't find someone to take Lucy in soon, we will be forced to put her to sleep.”

“That's why the teen we saw is so depressed, isn't he? He knows Lucy doesn't have much time left.”

Without saying a word, Diana beckons Clint to follow her. She takes the man outside and sits down on a bench. Clint sits down next to her and looks at her expectantly. Even without hearing Tony, he knew that the man's interest must have been piqued by now at the latest.

Diana plays with the pen attached to the board before looking up. 

“You're here to adopt a dog. I'm stealing your time.”

“No, not at all. I'd like to know more about Lucy,” the archer asserts. 

The directors give him a skeptical look, but Clint nods with the most sincere expression he can muster. 

“I must confess,” the woman begins slowly, ”I suspect that Peter knew Lucy before she came to us.”

Clint furrows his eyebrows. He hadn't expected that. His face must have spoken for itself because Diana giggles as she looks at him before becoming serious again.

“I know it sounds crazy, but you have to know, I've been working with animals since I was twenty, and I know what a dog looks like when it meets someone again. They remember you. They don't simply forget people. Every time, I ask Peter about it, he almost vehemently denies it, but Lucy knows him. Besides, his behavior is conspicuous.”

“Conspicuous?” asks Clint, noticing Diana's smirk as she talks about the boy.

“Yes, conspicuous," Diana repeats. 

"Peter claims to have had nothing to do with Lucy, but he makes time for her every time he visits. He's here to walk the dogs and thus has nothing to do with Lucy as she can't go outside, but for some reason, this boy finds her and decides to devote half an hour of his day to a dog he doesn't know."

“Maybe he loves animals and has taken linking to her?”

“I suspected that at first, but the more you think about it, the crazier the coincidences become. You have to know, Lucy was brought to us in mid-August, and less than two days later, this boy from Queens contacted us and wants to volunteer for our shelter.”

Diana turns and looks directly at Clint. 

“And you know, what is the most absurd part? Peter actually claims he will pay for Lucy's operation. I told him he could forget it, but he talked about it several more times until I told him I didn't want to hear more about it. That's as far as it goes, minors sending us money.”

“That's an impressive string of coincidences.”

Diana laughs. “You can say that again. Do you get why I doubt Peter's denial of knowing Lucy?”

“It certainly raises questions,” Clint confirms with a smile.

“Definitely. Who knows, maybe Lucy saved Peter's life too?”

At Clint's questioning look, the directors explain what she means.

“You must know, Lucy and her owner are real heroes."

“Heroes?” echoes Clint with growing interest.

“Exactly. They all deserve more appreciation for saving that baby, but who cares about a homeless man and his dog saving a life? Without Spider-Man, it probably wouldn't even make it into the news."

Spider-Man? The whole thing just got more and more intriguing.

 Clint leans forward with interest.

“You have to tell me this story. Does Lucy and Spider-Man have a history together? You can't leave me hanging now without an explanation.”

“It's a good thing you're the last appointment for today, otherwise, we'd have a problem with the schedule,” jokes Diana with a laugh, enjoying her client's enthusiasm.

“All right, then. Earlier this summer, there was an incident near Central Park. A young mother's stroller brake broke, but she noticed it too late. The stroller rolled towards the intersection. Lucy and her owner were there, and Lucy ran after the baby, barking like crazy. Her owner ran after her and into the crossroads. It was around noon, and you can imagine the traffic. Lucy's owner got hold of the stroller and was about to pull it off the road when an ambulance on duty pulled up. There would have been a terrible collision if Spider-Man hadn't appeared out of nowhere. He intercepted the ambulance at full speed with his bare hands."

“Sounds like a meeting of heroes.”

Diana laughs, and her smile reaches up to her eyes.

“You could call it that. Isn't it ironic? Lucy and her owner were saved by a hero who, compared to the Avengers, gets as much credit as a homeless man and a dog saving a baby.”

“Not exactly fair, is it?” agrees Clint. 

“Well. There's nothing we can do about it.”

“Who knows? Maybe we can find a way to do something?”

Diana shakes her head but tries not to correct Clint, but the doubt is written all over her face. She overplays it by clapping her hands down her thighs before standing up.

“What are you saying, Mr. Smith. Are we ready to look at your dream dog?”

Clint gets up from the bench. He holds out his hand to the director.

“Let's find a dog that deserves a new home.”

[imaginejamesandsirius]

Can you write about James absolutely hating valentines day because it’s a day where he has to keep watching people try to woo Sirius... little did he know, Sirius only has eyes for him <333

Sirius is laughing. 

The audacity of that traitor, just laughing the laugh that’s supposed to be only for James to hear, because of something Luca—or was it Liam?—said. James knows he could’ve come up with something much better, something that would’ve made Sirius laugh even harder, then turn to him with those beautiful, glittering grey eyes and cheeks flushed from the cold and the alcohol and the joy.

But he can’t, obviously, because Liam the utter dipshit is taking over Sirius’ life. James and Sirius were supposed to restock on some of their pranking supplies that day while the rest of the student population were busy locking lips and celebrating at Puddifoot’s when the slimy git decided it would be a good idea to replace James in Sirius’ Valentine’s weekend plans. As if watching people make passes at Sirius wasn’t annoying enough already. And then stupid Sirius with his stupid face that James stupidly can’t say no to, decided to stupidly agree to a stupid date at Three Broomsticks.

James scowls harder, hoping the intensity of his glare could yank the tosser out of the seat that should’ve been his. All that happens is Luca taking Sirius’ amusement as a sign to inch closer, sliding his hand up his knee. And Sirius just smiles at him, all warm and inviting. James wants to throw up. Maybe he could even aim it at Liam and call it an accident. Even Sirius wouldn’t be nice enough to continue entertaining a bloke covered in vomit.

His train of thought is interrupted when someone bumps into him from behind. “What the bloody fuck,”  comes a muffled swear with a faint Welsh accent, telling James that it’s just Moony. Belatedly, he remembers that he’s under his cloak. “What—oh, don’t tell me, Merlin and Morgana, is that you under there, James?”

James pokes his head out and grins sheepishly at an exasperated Remus and a bemused Regulus. “Hello, kind sirs, how may I help you?”

“What are you doing here? And why the hell are you hiding?”

James sniffs. “Well, I would’ve been with Sirius, but seeing as I’m so unimportant that he replaced me, I’m bored. Also, I’m not hiding, I’m just preventing this beautiful heirloom from my ancestors from collecting dust.”

Regulus snickers. “The way that thing gets used, there’s no way it would collect dust, even without you using it to spy on my brother.”

“I’m not spying!” 

Remus hums, quickly looking around. “So you’re just creepily watching his date under your cloak so he doesn’t notice you?”

James sniffs. “I need to make sure my replacement meets my standards.” 

“Salazar’s saggy balls, you’re transparent as fuck. You ought to be ashamed,” Regulus says, dragging them to a secluded booth. He digs his feet under James’ arse for warmth.

“I'm sure I don’t know what you mean,” James replies hotly, poking Regulus in the ribs as retaliation.

Remus raises an eyebrow. “You mean you’re not jealous?”

“That’s exactly what I mean.”

“Really?” It should be illegal how Regulus could inflect so much emotion into a tiny word. He had no right making six letters sound so disbelieving. 

“I just want to spend time with my best friend, goddamnit, without a random blonde wanker hanging off of him. Why is that such a big deal?”

“Last I checked, I’m one of your best friends and you never mope around when I go on a date,” Remus remarks.

“First of all, you’re this close to getting removed from my list of best friends, and second, I like Regulus even more than I like you. There’s no need to mope because it’s Reggie. Louis or Liam or whatever is not Reg.”

“As flattering as that is, you still aren’t making any sense,” Regulus says. “If you’re not jealous, then why does it matter who he’s dating? S’not like they’re getting married.”

James, who had resumed glaring at Sirius’ table, swirls around. “You think they might get married?”  he nearly screeches. “There’s no fucking way I’ll let—”

Regulus and Remus each grab an arm to pin him down. “Nobody’s getting married, bloody hell, how can you still be in denial?” Remus grumbles. “You’re even worse than Sirius.”

“I’m going to pretend like I know what that means, only because the alternative is Sirius keeping secrets and I don’t like that,” James says, yanking his arms from their grasp. “I’m calm now, you don’t need to keep holding me.”

The moment the two sit down, James dives under the table and makes a run for it. Regulus nearly gets a hold of him, but James’ Quidditch reflexes are enough to pull away. 

Regulus turns to Remus, eyes wide. “Should we—” 

Remus pauses, then shakes his head. “Not our responsibility to talk sense into those two. Honestly, for two students at the top of the class, they can be such idiots sometimes.”

“Sometimes?”

“Okay, maybe a little more than that,” he concedes with a laugh. 

Regulus smiles. “Do you think they’ll finally confess?” he asks into the crook of Remus’ neck. 

Remus kisses his dark curls. “Not counting on it.”

“Hel-lo gentlemen,” James sing-songs as he squeezes into Sirius’ side of the booth, effectively blocking Luca’s hands from moving further up. “Nice day out, innit?”

“James Potter,” Sirius’ date greets with a smile that’s strained at the edges. 

“That’s me!” James says brightly. “So what’re we having today?”

“Prongs,” Sirius hisses under his breath. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Crashing your date,” James says. “Why?”

Sirius presses his eyes closed, breathes out, and then stands up. “I’m so sorry, Louis, to cut this short. If you’ll excuse us.” He pushes James out of the booth and drags him outside.

“What the hell, James?” Sirius asks, furious. He begins pacing back and forth, hands clenched at his sides. “I was enjoying my date. Why did you have to come and ruin everything?”

Something heavy falls to the pit of James’ stomach. “I’m sorry, I ruined everything?”

“Yes!” Sirius snaps. “You talk about Lily all the damn time, and now that you’re finally dating her, you decided you’d rather spend Valentine’s ruin my chances at having a nice boyfriend?”

James blinks. “I’m not—we’re not—we broke up weeks ago, Pads. And we were supposed to spend Valentine’s together.  Not with Lily or anyone else.”

Sirius pauses, taken aback. “Well, just because you don’t have a date doesn’t mean I can’t. We hang out all the time, why can’t I spend Valentine’s with someone I like? What’s wrong with me dating someone?”

“I don’t mind it when you date all those random birds,” James says, voice quiet. Nothing about this conversation is going as he expected, and he’s torn between equal amounts of anger and hurt. “I just don’t like Liam.” He doesn’t bring up the fact that up until now, he had thought that Sirius had liked spending time with him, preferred it even, to the company of others. He doesn’t bring up that he would rather spend time with Sirius than anyone else because it feels clingy when Sirius clearly doesn’t seem to share the same sentiment. 

“Louis,” Sirius corrects. “What, because he’s a bloke?”

James sputters. “What? No—it’s not—I don’t—Pads, you must know I don’t care about that.”

Sirius scoffs. “Then what is your problem?”

“Louis is,” James says. “I just don’t like him. I don’t want him to be dating you. I don’t want you dating him.  ”

“If it’s not because he’s a guy, then what is it?”

“I don’t know,” James replies miserably. He feels off-kilter and can’t get the right words to come out. “I just don’t know.”

“So it is  because he’s a bloke. There can't be any other reason why,” Sirius sneers, voice icy. James knows the Black’s ability to be cold and aloof remains in Sirius, but he never expected to be on the receiving end of it. It makes his thoughts screech to a halt. A lump forms in his throat, making it impossible to speak.

At James’ silence, Sirius laughs humorously. “Just great,” he spits out. “Of bloody course you’d be a fucking homophobe. As if the universe doesn’t hate me enough.” 

James opens his mouth to correct him, to tell him that that has never been and would never be an issue, that it’s something else but he just doesn’t know what. When he looks up, though, Sirius has already stormed off, leaving behind a cloud of confusion and hurt. 

“Remus told me I’d find you here,” Sirius says. He’s swaying on his heels by the door to the Room of Requirement, which currently looks like the Potters’ living room. He looks hesitant to enter but stubborn enough to not turn back. James turns to look at the dancing flames in the fireplace, knowing Sirius would see it as an invitation to come in.

“I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions too fast,” Sirius begins. “Or, well—I mean, I still would like to know why you don’t like Louis, but I didn’t mean to call you a homophobe.”

James doesn’t respond, taking some time to mull over his answer. Sirius sits cross-legged on the ground next to him, knees close enough to touch.

“Pan,” James blurts out. So much for coming up with a thoughtful response. Upon Sirius’ confused look, James clarifies, “I’m pan. Would be kinda stupid to be a homophobe, don’t you think?”

Sirius nods slowly, looking away for a moment and swallowing harshly. “Good for you. Um. That’s—that’s great. Obviously. That would be rather stupid, yeah.”

James looks at him carefully. “Erm, does that change things?”

“No!” Sirius exclaims. “Of course not! No, it’s just great. Now that we established that we’re both single and queer, I can finally take you to those Muggle pubs and hook you up with a gorgeous person of your dreams.” 

James turns away, knowing Sirius’ words are futile. Now that he’d had some time to think since the disaster of the morning, it was obvious why he felt so angry at seeing Sirius on a date. The person of his dreams wasn’t some stranger at a pub, but Sirius himself. He could imagine Regulus and Remus’ gloating faces when he told them. 

“That won’t help,” James says.  

“Maybe not, but as I always say, a good shag here and there can make life a lot better. Even Remy agrees with me now.”

James tries but fails not to think of Sirius in dim-lit alleys with handsome men on their knees. “Remy is a horny little werewolf who gets his back blown out by Reggie on the regular. Obviously now he thinks that’s the solution to everyone’s problems.”

Sirius stills. “Godric’s tits, James!” He summons a throw pillow from one of the sofas to hit James with. “I don’t want to think about what my baby brother does with his boyfriend—Merlin, gross, I need an Obliviate. Why the fuck would you mention that ?”

“You don’t seem to have a problem with them fucking when you’re asking them about it,” James teases. “You ask Regulus himself. Why is this worse?”

Sirius’ pale skin pinks immediately, which makes James’ stomach sink. “Because this is about Regulus and Remus,” he says, voice eerily steady. “When I ask, it’s just about Remus.”

“Oh,” James murmurs. “Oh, hell, I shouldn’t have brought that up. I know you said you’re over Moons, but—"

“Wait, no,” Sirius interrupts. He pushes himself onto his knees in front of James. “That’s not what I meant at all.” 

“Sure,” James says, standing up quickly. He doesn’t believe Sirius, of course, having caught him looking longingly at Remus one too many times whenever they hang out. There’s a tight feeling in his chest that’s not going away, this horrible jealous thing. He wants to hit Sirius and grab him and kiss him, and he wants to punch Remus too for good measure. He likes Remus, he loves him even, but fuck if it wouldn’t be nice if Sirius stopped wanting everyone but James for once. 

“He’s probably right,” James says after a while, Sirius still on the ground. The firelight dances off of Sirius’ handsome features, illuminating the slope of his nose and the downturn of his lips. 

“Obviously,” Sirius says after a beat, fixing him with a calculating look. He’s still blushing, but whether that’s from the heat or the memory of Remus, James isn’t sure. It makes James burn something fierce inside. 

“Sorry,” James says again, once he’s determined that it’s most likely because of Remus. “I know it must be hard, especially with your brother in the picture—”

“Fuck’s sake, Prongs, would you shut it about Moony,” Sirius says, smacking James’ thigh with the pillow again before grabbing his hands where they lay uselessly by his side. “I’m not into Remus anymore. That was years ago, and anyway, I’d never do that to Reg. Do you ever even listen to me?”

James shrugs, looking anywhere but at Sirius on his knees between his thighs in front of him. “You’re the one who still thought I was dating Lily.”

“I know you broke up, but I thought you’d be back together by now,” Sirius admits. “It’s just—you and Lily, I dunno, just work.  It always gave me hope, I think, to see how you two came to be friends. Like maybe I’ll also find someone I love who loves me that much someday.”

James wants to throttle him. Wants to yell at him that he already has someone who loves him, someone who knows him better than anyone else, someone who’s right there if only Sirius wanted him back. Instead, he blurts out, “What Lily and I have isn’t like you and me.” Realizing how that sounded, he quickly adds, “Or you and Remus.”

Sirius groans, letting his head fall onto James’ hip. James’ knees almost buckle at the warm breath on his legs. “You seem awfully insistent that I still fancy Remus when you’re the one who doesn’t like Evans anymore despite being so hung up about her for years. You could just, I dunno,  ask  me like a normal person.”

James jerks back, hating himself for the hurt expression flitting across Sirius’ face at the motion. Sirius blinks up at him for a moment, maintaining eye contact as he tilts his head curiously to study him. Then, seemingly after finding what he’s looking for, he leans forward to follow James’ motion. There’s a determined quirk at the corner of his mouth, but the tenseness in the set of his shoulders betrayed his nerves. 

“Wh—what do you mean?” James manages to ask, voice weak. Sirius rolls his eyes and smiles softly as he reaches out to curl a hand just above James’ knee.

“Jamie,” he says softly. “Jamie, Jamie, Jamie. You think too much, do you know?” His eyes are lit golden-bright, and James wants to kiss him. Then Sirius’ other hand finds the pillow he had hit James with before and places it under his knees. 

“What are you doing?” James breathes out. Sirius only shakes his head, pulling James closer and brushing his knuckles just above James’ waistband. He hitches up his shirt to expose a sliver of skin, then presses his lips just under James’ navel. 

“Fuck,” James gasps. He realises belatedly that his hands had come up to tangle in Sirius’ hair, gripping him in place. 

“You could’ve just asked me,” Sirius repeats, tongue slipping between his lips to wet them. James shudders. “Instead of using your cloak to spy on my date and be jealous and miserable all day.” His tongue darts out again, sliding hot and wet and perfect up the dark smattering of hair that leads down beneath James’ boxers.

“How—oh—how do you know?” James asks, mind a mess of scrambled thoughts as his world narrows down to Sirius and his slick tongue and clever fingers working his boxers down. He’s sure he’s hallucinating because the Sirius he knows likes men Remus and Louis, blokes who take up less space in a room, who are quieter and more thoughtful and don’t resort to petty things like sabotaging their best friend’s dates because they’re in love with said best friend. Sirius doesn’t like guys like him, who are selfish and hopeless and—

“Stop. Thinking.” Sirius emphasizes each word with a harsh swipe up his cock with his tongue. James whines, high-pitched and demanding, and Sirius smiles up at him. 

“You look so pretty like this, Prongs,” he whispers between sucks. James swallows. 

“Oh,” he gasps. “But you’re—oh, yes, fuck, you’re a natural at this—but you’re in love with—with Remus?” His words end up more of a question as Sirius tongues his slit, but Sirius gets the message and pulls away slightly, glowering. 

“For the love of Merlin and Morgana and all that is holy, would you shut up about Remus,” he tells him forcefully. James nods, unthinking, laser-focused on the line of spit between Sirius’ reddened lips and his dick. Sirius notices and his features soften, an indulgent smile on his face, and squeezes James’ fingers at his sides. 

“In case this doesn’t clarify things, James Fleamont Potter,” he says quietly. “James. Jamie. Prongs. My gorgeous, idiot best mate, my partner-in-crime. What the hell makes you think that there’s ever been anyone but you?”

James stiffens and pulls away. Sirius lets him take his time to gather his bearings. “Don’t joke about this, fuck, Si, if you’re joking—”

He shakes his head. “No. No, Prongs, this is it. I—I love you, okay?”

“For how long?” James rasps. His mind is whirling. 

“Does it matter?” At James’ insistent look, Sirius sighs and looks away. “Fourth year, I think, is when I knew for certain. But it started even before that.”

“You’ve loved me for this long?” James breathes. “Holy shit, Si.”

Sirius turns away, cheeks reddened. “Does it matter?”

James sits on the ground in front of him, taking his face into his hands. “Yes, it does, you bloody mutt. I thought you were in love with Remus this whole time.”

He shrugs. “That was just an excuse to hide that I was in love with you since I first knew loving blokes was a thing.”

“Damn,” James whispers. “Oh my god, Si, how did you manage? I only just realised how I feel about you today, and I already lost my composure, like, twenty times.”

Sirius laughs, and James feels something inside him settle into place. “Well, as a reward for my patience, can I continue what I started?” he asks, gesturing to James’ lap.

James smiles. “Sure,” he says. “As long as I get to return the favour. And first, I want to do this.” He takes his glasses off before turning Sirius’ face to his and tentatively pressing their lips together. He’s sure he’s never felt anything half as wonderful until Sirius wraps an arm around him and presses in close. And then he’s finally tasting Sirius, and can identify a hint of himself, and then his brain stops working. 

Sirius pulls away, after what could’ve been hours or minutes. James chases after him blindly, sparking a chuckle out of Sirius. “Prongs?”

“Yeah?”

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” When James looks up at him, he’s grinning cheekily. His eyes are sparkling and his cheeks are flushed, and James idly thinks, I made him look like this.  A surge of affection bubbles up in him, and he quickly places kisses all over Sirius’ face, prompting more laughter and kisses. 

“I love you,” he whispers into Sirius’ back, hours later when they’re both sated and sticky and riding the high of requited love. Sirius turns to face him, hair wild and face open. 

“I love you too, James,” he murmurs, and James feels giddy with the knowledge that Sirius was only in love with him, not Louis or Remus or all those other people he’d pulled in bars. That this was just for the two of them. James and Sirius, Sirius and James. As it always had been, and as it always should be.

[annoyingblondebracket]

Round 1 | Poll 14

~ Note: This poll is being done out of a genuine love and affection for these types of characters! Please keep that in mind when adding commentary.

Propaganda under the cut!

Reigen:

~ Surprisingly, Reigen doesn't have any propaganda i feel I can fit here 😭

Roald:

~ The main character used to be friends with him, but they fought before university and since they returned Roald has been "like silver-plated tin when you wished for, expected, *needed* silver", wandering around flirting with dairymaids "almost as big and blond as he was", stealing the main character's pen, and just generally making a nuisance of himself in every way that occurs to him

~ Roald is, in the narration of the main character Jemis, described as dark blond of hair (along with choice adjectives like strong, broad, and muscular), he is loud and friendly (very rude, Jemis is busy thinking everyone hates him), he flirts with the milkmaids and dresses in outrageously loud old-fashioned style (neither of which makes Jemis jealous nor envious, obviously), he catches Jemis falling off a ladder and then blows right through his careful attempts at distance by calling him by last name and ‘sir’, his thighs are SO muscular (Jemis will never achieve that kind of stature and it vexes him), Roald appears to not hold a grudge against Jemis for that big fight they had before parting ways for university, and now he goes about town drinking and gambling and all around pretending to be an air-head which Jemis KNOWS isn’t the case so WHAT GIVES, they’re childhood friends, why is he pretending to be both unintelligent and careless, and Roald CLEARLY has secrets but he won’t tell Jemis about them (so rude), instead he goes about not answering direct questions and making meandering conversation with Jemis in public (VEXING), pretending to be uninterested in the local mysteries despite always appearing front and centre, casually eating the eyes out of the mysterious fish pie Jemis found in the town square, STEALING his BEST PEN, getting inexplicably snappy when Jemis’ university roommate comes to visit, and going around calling Jemis a “good boy” out loud on several occasions. No one has ever suffered anyone’s company, as well as the inexplicably terrible lack of same person’s company, like Jemis has. Truly what is Roald making of his life. Not even referring to him by a silly nickname can calm Jemis’ annoyed (and nothing else) heart.

~ According to our EXTREMELY reliable narrator, Jemis Greenwing, Roald Ragnor is very simply the most annoying man in town. He’s a good-natured idiot jock, but he and Jemis used to be friends and Jemis knows he could be so much more than that if he just tried. Like, at all. But does he try? No. Instead, he spends all his time gambling (annoying) and drinking (annoying) and bothering Jemis Specifically (annoying) and bothering people who aren’t Jemis (annoying) and flirting with the local girls (annoying) and talking about hunting (annoying) and – well. You get the idea. He comes across as an airheaded twit of a noble, except for the part where he keeps showing up in places he isn’t supposed to be and being blatantly cagey about what he’s doing there. Both of these aspects are, independently, annoying. He’s also obnoxiously large and obnoxiously loud and obnoxiously blond and has obnoxiously muscular thighs. I swear to god I am not exaggerating this. Did I mention Jemis thinks he’s obnoxious?

~

[weird-an]

Steve is useless to work with when Billy Hargrove is around.

He knows it and he can see Robin already shaking her head when Billy walks into Scoop's Ahoy like he is owning the place. He isn't wearing a shirt this time, only some denim shorts, showing off his thighs and tan. And his chest, of course.

Well, Steve has found out he does like Billy Hargrove's tits, too. Or rather, Robin told him with a scowl and a very tired groan.

Steve gives Billy his sundae. Twice as big as usual. He just can't help himself. Billy doesn't pay and Steve doesn't ask for money.

Robin sighs next to him. "Jesus fucking Christ, you're hopeless."

Steve forgets to answer, because Billy eats his ice cream and as usual half of it drips on his chest. It melts and runs down his pecs in milky white drops.

Steve's throat turns dry. Billy licks his spoon and winks at Steve. His red lips sucking on the cherry next. So hard his cheeks hollow.

"Hello?" The guy in front of Steve waves his hand in his face. "I said I wanted a..."

The ice cream now runs down Billy's abs.

"I hate men," Robin mumbles, shoving Steve to the side.

"Here's your ice cream, Sir," she beams, voice all coated in sugary friendliness.

Steve stares. He wants to lick the ice cream off Billy. He wants to squeezes those pecs and coat them in something else. His uniform feels tighter than before.

"Harrington!" Robin pinches his side. "Take this.. this slut out of his misery and just fuck already."

Billy stretches and turns a little, so that Steve can see his thin blond happy trail.

"He isn't a slut," Steve says.

"That's not my point," Robin snaps. "You're cleaning the table and then you leave. With him."

Steve purses his lips. "Why do I have to clean?"

"Because I'm not touching this dirty ass table." Robin raises a brow. "Go. Now."

Billy nearly drops his spoon when Steve walks up to him and start to wipe the table.

"We should leave," Steve says.

"What about my sundae?" Billy asks, face lighting up like he couldn't care less about it.

"I've got something else for you."

Robin makes a belching sound. Maybe Steve owes her an apology.

@lazybakerart Poor Robin, what we put her through.

[missvelvetsstuff]

With Friends Like You, Who Needs Enemies

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Last chapter.....

A few hours after they arrived, Rainbow was starting to run out of energy and trying to figure out how to leave without being rude. Bucky noticed and moved towards the hall where her room was located but before they could go a blonde woman came storming down the hall.

Bucky greeted her "Hey Yelena-"

She walked right up to Y/N "You're Y/N right? The mutant bitch that made the Avengers push my sister away."

She shoved Y/N, who stood her ground.

Rainbow shook her head "That's my name but I don't think you have the whole story. I never-"

Yelena sucker punched her and Bucky caught her before she fell "What the fuck, Yelena?"

Clint grabbed Yelena and held her back as she spat at Y/N "Natalia told me what you did so you better watch your back." And stormed off.......

Chapter 7

Bucky carried Rainbow to the sofa and set her down carefully "Are you alright doll?" He turned to Sam "Could you grab some ice for her?"

Y/N looked dazed "Who the hell was that?"

Bucky sighed as he took an ice pack from Sam and gently set it over her eye "Nats sister from the red room, Yelena. Apparently Nat told her own version of what happened. Don't worry, we'll get to the bottom of this."

Y/N looked nervous "Does she live here too? Maybe me staying here isn't the best idea. I can always call Charles and go back to his school."

Bucky shook his head and almost shouted "No! You don't have to go." He took a breath "Nat is only here until her vision is back to normal and Yelena is only visiting."

He looked up at Tony "Right, Stark?"

Tony nodded distractedly "Yeah, no. Neither of them are staying. Nat is doing much better. I'll ask Helen to take a look at her tomorrow. FRIDAY, can you invite Yelena to the common room and lock Nat in behind her?"

"Of course, sir."

When Yelena returned she scoffed at Y/N sitting with ice on her eye "Aawww, did the poor baby get a boo boo? Do you need a blankie and baba?" And laughed loudly.

Tony stopped Bucky from going after her "As much as she deserves it, Barnes, we won't resort to violence just yet."

He turned to face Yelena "You are a guest here and assaulting a member of my team won't be tolerated. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Yelena laughed again "Why do you have whiny little babies on your team? Why did you force Natalia out for this crying little girl?"

Y/N tried to protest "Hey, Nat made her own bed. I never did anything to her until she broke my damn wrist."

Yelena looked at her in shock "What did you say?" And started walking over towards her, only to be stopped by Bucky. She glared at him "No, I need to talk to her. What happened?"

Y/N told her side with the rest of the team confirming her account. "I thought Nat was my friend but I guess she always hated me."

"Bullshit! That's not what Natalia said at all and she would never lie to me." Yelena replied defiantly.

Tony shook his head "It turns out Nat isn't the person any of us thought she was. I don't really care what you believe, she's off the team and no longer welcome here"

He looked pointedly at Yelena "If she gets the ok from our doctor tomorrow, I think it would be in everyone's best interests if you took her with you."

He shrugged "Or not, she's out regardless."

Yelena looked at the rest of the team, then at Rainbow, and scoffed "Some family you people are. She's better off without you."

Steve nodded "and we're better off without her, something we can all agree on. We'll have Friday notify you of her appointment in the morning and then you can both go."

Yelena looked Steve up and down then shook her head and went back to Nats room.

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Nat was stretched out on her bed, the bandages that covered her eyes were pushed up and she was reading a magazine. The sound of the door opening made her jump and she quickly set the magazine down and tried to adjust the bandages over her eyes but Yelena caught her.

Nat stammered "It's still all spotty but I keep trying, makes me feel more normal even if I'm pretending." Her brow twitched and Yelena gasped before her face turned to stone

"Really Natalia? Are you pretending you can see the pages of the magazine or pretending your sight hasn't returned."

Her voice went up as she spoke "Or was it ever really gone? Did that girl even hurt you or was that fake too?"

Yelena went to get a drink and sat angrily "So spill Natalia and you better tell me the goddamn truth because every single Avenger that's here agrees on one story and it's not the one you told me so you'd better explain yourself."

Nats lip quivered and her eyes filled with tears "You want the truth? Steve and I were together until she showed up and he dropped me like I was trash. A few months later he's afraid to push her for sex and we started up again. I told him I loved him and he laughed at me, insisted that Fury wouldn't let us be together out in the open. Claimed the public wouldn't accept it and I would hurt his reputation. I started seeing Bruce but he's afraid that sex will bring out the big guy and hurt me.  Now she's got Bucky all over her and me out on the street."

Yelena listened quietly "Did you pretend to be her friend?"

Nat laughed "Yeah, it was pathetic really, how desperate she was for a friend. I wasn't going to just let her have Steve without a fight."

Yelena nodded "And you broke her wrist?"

Nat shrugged "I needed to talk to her and she kept trying to run away. It was her fault really, she kept leaving."

Yelena grimaced "So they are telling the truth? You all saved her from Strucker and you resented her, pretended to be her friend. Instead of telling her the truth about you and Steve you blamed her for something she knew nothing about while fucking him behind her back? And pretending she blinded you. Is that about it?"

Nat shook her head "No, she really did blind me but it's much better now. I was just waiting for you so we can get away from these jerks."

Yelena sighed "Why should I trust you after you lied to me about everything?"

Nat teared up again "I was afraid you would reject me too. If you do, I don't have anyone else to turn to."

Yelena scoffed "It sounds like you've lost everyone because you're a manipulative bitch."

Nat tried to defend herself "No, but I-"

Yelena shook her head "Whatever, doesn't matter. You'll see their doctor tomorrow and if she says you're ok we'll go. You can help me free the rest of the Widows. After that you can do what you want."

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Bucky told Rainbow to stay on the couch while he helped Sam make dinner and both men did what they could to cheer her up and help her forget about Nat and Yelena and Steve. They did a pretty good job until the food was done and the Avengers all came down to eat together.

Rainbow was seated between Sam and Bucky to keep Steve from bothering her.

Dinner was a raucous affair with the whole team together, telling stories and different versions of previous fights.

Rainbow felt someone behind her right before the entire room went silent. Nat and Yelena came up to the table and Nat sat next to Steve after filling her plate then looked at Yelena to do the same.

Tony's temper was rising until he couldn't hold his tongue "I'm sorry, this is a team dinner and you, ahem, ladies aren't part of the team.

Of course Nat took the opportunity to play victim.

"What? I can't eat with my team one last time before you kick me out onto the street? You all treat this little brat like a princess and push me aside like I'm nothing."

She scoffed as she stood "some family you are."

She gestured to Yelena "just grab a plate and we'll go back to my room. Then we're done here. I don't need Cho to check my eyes, I can see fine."

Tony shook his head and ran a hand down his face "I'm sorry but due to legal obligations I can't allow you to leave until we're sure your injury is fully healed. I don't need you coming back in a year, trying to sue me for any future problems. In fact I have some legal, separation paperwork to confirm you're no longer the team's responsibility, etc. If you get hurt, it's not our problem." He smirked at Nat "I'm sure you understand."

Nat was fuming "You can't make me stay here one more second, this is bullshit Tony."

She turned to Rainbow with a hate filled look on her face. "You might have won this round but it's not over. One of these days you won't have all these assholes around to protect you and then we'll see how tough you are."

Rainbow scoffed "Pretty sure the answer is pretty fucking tough since the only time we've fought you ended up blind and that was before I had any real control over my powers. After my time working with Loki I've learned a lot and I'm not afraid of you anymore."

Nat sneered "You'll never see me coming little girl. Just watch your back and don't depend on this fake family to help."

Rainbow stood defiantly "Take your best shot." She had a mist surrounding her that turned dark as she glared at Nat.

"They aren't a fake family, you're the fake one Natalia." she spat "Cruel and manipulative, you're only upset your games didn't work so are playing victim when you brought it all on yourself."

She shook her head and spoke softly "I feel sorry for you."

Nat screamed "I'll get you for this, bitch" threw her plate of food at the wall and stomped back to her room.

Yelena looked at the team apologetically before running after her sister.

Bucky squeezed Rainbows hand "Don't worry doll, we won't let her hurt her. As long as I'm breathing, I will always protect you."

Bucky pulled her to him and kissed her softly which made Steve groan, beating himself up for the mistakes he's made. When Bucky pulled away he gave Steve a dark look, then gave all of his attention back to her. "My beautiful and precious Rainbow." he said quietly before kissing her again.

Steve grunted and left, Tony spoke up "Look Barnes I'm glad you two found each other and all that but could you save all the lovey dovey crap for your own rooms and not the dinner table.

Bucky and Rainbow both blushed and chuckled. He kissed her hands and they sat back down to their meal both feeling a little nervous about what comes next.

Everyone else, convinced that the drama was over, for now, went back to their food and stories.

Chapter 8

[jimothy-hopkins]

Too lazy to draw him but this is Dennis Todd’s ref sheet!

Info About Dennis-Todd!

General description:

Dennis-Todd is a tall and lanky individual. The most striking feature he has are his eyes, which are two separate colors. His right eye is blue, while his left eye is brown. Dennis-Todd doesn’t have much muscle, and is on the skinnier side. He wears wire framed glasses and has blonde hair down to his shoulders. He is exceptionally pretty for a guy. Dennis-Todd also has a thick Louisiana accent

Dennis-Todd, despite being at the bottom of the social hierarchy, stands up for himself quite frequently. He has an attitude and is not afraid to throw insults. Dennis-Todd has a sarcastic sense of humor, and can definitely be backhanded with his words. The majority of the time he is very kind. Dennis-Todd treats everyone he meets with respect, even referring to peers as ma’am or sir. He was raised to be a gentleman by his parents, and Dennis-Todd knows a little kindness goes a long way at Bullworth.

Interests and whatnot:

Dennis-Todd rode horses before he left Louisiana. He competed in pole-bending and cowboy mounted shooting. He was exceptionally talented at shooting.

Before he moved Dennis-Todd also hunted. He hunted gators and deer with his father and brother. Dennis has an impressive pair of antlers mounted on his wall that belonged to a large buck. He also had a pair of boots and a belt made from gator skin.

Dennis-Todd has always loved human anatomy. He enjoys learning about how the body works. He is very interested in taking a job in the medical field, more specifically radiology.

From a young age Dennis-Todd loved music. He loved walking the streets of New Orleans and hearing performers play on the street corners. He plays the trumpet and enjoys jazz and the blues. Dennis-Todd is a very talented player, and is apart of the marching band.

Reputation:

The jocks seems to be oddly hot and cold with Dennis-Todd. Some members hate him and others avoid him. This is majorly due to the fact he is in a not-so-secret relationship with one of the players, Denton. (For context, Denton is my partner’s OC)

The greasers think Dennis-Todd is a stuck up little prick. They don’t like his attitude and generally think he’s a bitch.

Dennis-Todd does not mind the preps. They do get on his nerves when they say things that are completely out of touch. He corrects them on it a lot. Dennis-Todd is on very thin ice.

The bullies try their hardest to aggravate and harass Dennis-Todd into giving up. He doesn’t take any of their shit and usually bullies them back though. On one occasion he made Wade Martin cry.

Dennis-Todd is in very good standing with the nerds. He helps them in their academic and dorky endeavors. H appreciates their company. He is close friends with Bucky and Cornelius, as well as Beatrice. Earnest hates Dennis-Todd because he feels like he’s being replaced by him.

Quotes:

“New day same ol’ bullshit.”

“Lower your tone when you talk to me.”

“Not even science would want your body!”

“If I have to get in that rank ass mascot again I’m gon’ rip my hair out!”

“This is why we can’t have nice things y’all.”

“Sorry I have to go help Denton with his math homework.”

“Yeah and that’s why you built like somebody’s meemaw!”

“Does Mr. Galloway even know where he is?”

“Yeah and that’s why you ain’t got no bitch Johnny.”

“Derby that’s a lotta shit comin’ from you considerin’ you look like somebody’s failed art project.”

“Jimmy shut up talkin’ to me like that and tend to your hoe posse.”

“I wish you would!”

“Hey honey how are you?”

“I am NOT gettin’ in that pool Coach Burton you can kiss my ass!”

“Darlin’ is he givin’ you trouble again? I’ll go settle that out for you real quick don’t you worry honey.”

“Her? Oh don’t be too hurt now honey that girl’s taken more turns than a keyhole.”

“Bless your heart.”

“Here, let me help you with this real quick. This subject’s hard I know.”

“Shh, honey don’t cry. If you cry I’ll cry, cause I’d be damned to let someone be upset all alone. C’mere.”

“I’m pretty sure whatever Edna’s cookin’ up in that kitchen will be our LAST supper, let’s go down to the pizza shop.”

[justagirl-with-aphone]

-My Personal Support-

Use of the nickname “Princess”, pinning, mentions of breaking, lots of cursing

Pro Hero Bakugo X Personal support team leader -not proofread-

You were just happy to find a job that wanted you for your set of skills, you happily became apart of the dynamite agency’s support team. During your introduction was the first time you saw the infamous, Katsuki Bakugo. Known for his brash tongue and little patience, your coworkers warned you to stay on his good side. Working your way up, before you knew it you were promoted to being his personal support item “tailor.” At this point, you had only really seen the man a few times, seeing how he treated some of your coworkers had you worried considering no one in your position kept their job for more then a month. ‘Why me?’ You questioned miserably, at least you got a private office...

A strong knock on your new office door pulls you from your misery. “Come in” you saw curious as to who it was considering you didn’t have anything going on for another ten minutes. But of course, Bakugo showed up early, the big man entered the room with a scowl. His calculated glare looked as if he was picking you apart right then and there, looking for a reason to fire you. no, that can’t be right...Right? I mean you just got here, so what reason does he have to hate you? Greeting him with a cheery smile, which he does not return, you sit down in front of a computer, inviting him to sit across from you. “What bring you in?” you ask, needing to know what to do. The blonde gives a shrug “dunno, I was dragged here against my will by that fucking bitch.” He states boldly, slouching in his chair. “’that bitch?’ who might I ask are you referring too?” You ask, since you obviously weren’t going to get any information out of this guy. “None of your damn businesses” The blonde rolls his eyes. You stare blankly at him, trying to process how this asshole was a hero. “Dynamite, I kinda need something to work with... Has something of your’s broken or do you want something added to your costume?” The motherfucker just shrugged. You were starting to see hwy people couldn’t stand him. “Can I get ‘that Bitch’s’ name so i can contact her and ask?” His eyes squint and he smirks, this was a game to him, and you could tell. “If you were any good at your job, you would know what I needed, do your research, someone as unprepared as you doesn't deserve a job as good as this one” The man across from you continues to spit nonsense into your face. You had enough, fuck this job.“An idea sir, maybe if you got your head out of your ass, you would realize that not everything revolves around you and your problems. So how about we start over, what can I help you with?” You kept your “Cheery customer service” voice on but there was venom present in your voice. The blonde was taken a back for a moment before getting up and storming out of the room. You just knew that you were getting fired, and you cursed yourself for not keeping your mouth shut. You needed this job. But you never got the call notifying you that you were being fired. Reluctantly, you came back the next day bright and early, only to be met with him sitting in your office chair. you met eyes with the man and he got up, starting to walk over to you. “You don’t need to tell me, I’ll grad my stuff and lea-” you started rambling only to be cut off by Bakugo pinning you against the door, confused and frightened, you could only stare in terror and listen. “Lets get one thing straight, princess” He mocks, “You aren’t going anywhere, I wanna see how long that tough girl act will last. I’m gonna have fun breaking you like the rest.” Practically growling in your ear. He blows in your face leaving you stunned, while he slips out of the door, shutting it behind him... Leaving you, a mess of emotions, fear, confusion, but that doesn't explain the color growing in your cheeks...

Fist ever time writing anything like this, if you couldn’t tell, It’s probably a little cringe ToT didn’t know if I wanted to make this head cannons or a short fic

Hope you enjoyed tho :) and should I continue this story? 

[tulipe-rose]

I was asleep, and sick pretty much all day, which is why I haven't posted anything for the birthday boy 🥲 I am so sorry you little mackerel. I feel a little better now though.

On a different note, in one of my dreams, I had a vision of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle being somewhat of an inverted version of Rampo. Like a dirty Blonde Brit with a slightly withdrawn, yet easily triggered. Very insecure boy.

Anyways, more on the how much of polar opposites they could be: Arthur has an ability for one, and he absolutely hates it. He hates it, because no one ever acknowledges anything he does outside of it. He works so hard, and even altogether neglects his ability until he got pressured by his family to use it again, so he ends up doing so begrudgingly. He eventually runs away from his family home, and ends up working odd jobs while pretending to be Ability-less until he gets recruited into whatever organization, probably the order of the clocktower but idk.

[paisholotus]

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Percy's Pov

He offered me a chair to the right of Mr. D, who looked at me with bloodshot eyes and heaved a great sigh. "Oh, I suppose I must say it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. There. Now, don't expect me to be glad to see you." He said, leaning back. "Uh, thanks." I scooted a little farther away from him because, if there was one thing I had learned from living with Gabe, it was how to tell when an adult has been hitting the happy juice. If Mr. D was a stranger to alcohol, I was a satyr.

"Annabeth?" Mr. Brunner called to the black girl with brown and blonde braids. She came forward, and Mr. Brunner introduced us. "This young lady nursed you back to health, Percy. And I see you've met Selene, daughter of Clio, the Sun Goddess. Annabeth, my dear, why don't you go check on Percy's bunk? We'll be putting him in cabin eleven for now." He said, pointing down the cabins.

Annabeth said, "Sure, Chiron." She was probably my age, maybe a couple of inches taller, and a whole lot more athletic looking. With her deep brown skin and her long blond/brown braids, she was beautiful too, I've never seen girls like Selene and Annabeth from my school. Annabeth's eyes were startling gray, like storm clouds; pretty, but intimidating, too, as if she were analyzing the best way to take me down in a fight. While Selene's eyes were a light brown color, with a hint of gold shimmering, they reminded me of pools of honey.

Annabeth glanced at the minotaur horn in my hands, then back at me. I imagined she was going to say, "You killed a mino-taur! or Wow, you're so awesome! or something like that. Instead, she said, "You drool when you sleep." Then she sprinted off down the lawn, her braids flying behind her. "So," I said, anxious to change the subject. "You, uh, work here, Mr. Brunner?" I laughed awkwardly.

"Not Mr. Brunner," the ex-Mr. Brunner said. "I'm afraid that was a pseudonym. You may call me Chiron." He said, smiling. "Okay." Totally confused, I looked at the director. "And Mr. D ... does that stand for something?" I asked, looking him up and down. Mr. D stopped shuffling the cards. He looked at me like I'd just belched loudly. "Young man, names are power-ful things. You don't just go around using them for no reason." He said blankly. "Oh. Right. Sorry." I apologized. "I must say, Percy," Chiron-Brunner broke in, "I'm glad to see you alive. It's been a long time since I've made a house call to a potential camper. I'd hate to think I've wasted my time." He said, biting into an apple.

"House call?" I asked, confused. "My year at Yancy Academy, to instruct you. We have satyrs at most schools, of course, keeping a look out. But Grover alerted me as soon as he met you. He sensed you were something special, so I decided to come upstate. I convinced the other Latin teacher to ... ah, take a leave of absence." He said lowly.

I tried to remember the beginning of the school year. It seemed like so long ago, but I did have a fuzzy memory of there being another Latin teacher my first week at Yancy. Then, without explanation, he had disappeared, and Mr. Brunner had taken the class ."You came to Yancy just to teach me?" I asked. Chiron nodded. "Honestly, I wasn't sure about you at first. We contacted your mother and let her know we were keeping an eye on you in case you were ready for Camp Half-Blood. But you still had so much to learn. Nevertheless, you made it here alive, and that's always the first test." He said proudly.

"Grover," Mr. D said impatiently, "Are you playing or not?" He asked. "Yes, sir!" Grover trembled as he took the fourth chair, though I didn't know why he should be so afraid of a pudgy little man in a tiger-print Hawaiian shirt. "You do know how to play pinochle? Annabeth and Selene are my best players." Mr. D said, looking at Selene proudly. "I'm afraid not," I said. "Well, Selene, do you mind teaching Percy?" He asked her. I looked over at her, watching her give him a big smile and nodded. "It would be my pleasure, Sir." She then turned to look at me, smiling softly.

"it is, along with gladiator fighting and Pac-Man, one of the greatest games ever invented by humans. I would expect all civilized young men to know the rules." He explained what the game was. "I'm sure the boy can learn. Plus, Selene is a great teacher, " Chiron said. "Please," I said, "what is this place? What am I doing here? Mr. Brun-Chiron-why would you go to Yancy Academy just to teach me?" I asked, desperately trying to understand his reasoning. Mr. D snorted. "I asked the same question." He said, chuckling.

The camp director dealt the cards. Grover flinched every time one landed in his pile. Chiron smiled at me sympathetically, the way he used to in Latin class, as if to let me know that no matter what my average was, I was his star student. He expected me to have the right answer. "Percy," he said. "Did your mother tell you nothing?" He asked me. "She said ..." I remembered her sad eyes, looking out over the sea. "She told me she was afraid to send me here, even though my father had wanted her to. She said that once I was here, I probably couldn't leave. She wanted to keep me close to her." I told him, sadly.

"Typical," Mr. D said. "That's how they usually get killed. Young man, are you bidding or not?" He asked me.

"What?" I asked. He explained, impatiently, how you bid in pinochle. "I'm afraid there's too much to tell," Chiron said. "I'm afraid our usual orientation film won't be sufficient." He said.

"Orientation film?" I asked. "No," Chiron decided. "Well, Percy. You know your friend Grover is a satyr. You know"-he pointed to the horn in the shoe box -"that you have killed the Minotaur. No small feat, either, lad. What you may not know is that great powers are at work in your life. Gods-the forces you call the Greek gods-are very much alive." He said.

"Yeah, I kinda figured that when I saw Selene's mom. I mean, my best friend has furry legs and hooves." I said, glaring down at the floor. I stared at the others around the table. I waited for somebody to yell, not! But all I got was Mr. D yelling, "Oh, a royal marriage. Trick! Trick!" He cackled as he tallied up his points.

"Mr. D," Grover asked timidly, "if you're not going to eat it, could I have your Diet Coke can?" He asked. "Eh? Oh, all right." He said, rolling his eyes, and handed him the can. Grover bit a huge shard out of the empty aluminum can and chewed it mournfully.

"I just can't believe GOD'S are real. Are they like the same thing as....like...Jesus..that type of GOD?" I asked. "Well, now," Chiron said. "God-capital G, God. That's a different matter altogether. We shan't deal with the metaphysical." "Metaphysical? But you were just talking about -" "Ah, gods, plural, as in, great beings that control the forces of nature and human endeavors: the immortal gods of Olympus. That's a smaller matter." He said, matter factly.

"Smaller?" I asked. "Yes, quite. The gods we discussed in Latin class." He said. "Zeus," I said. "Hera. Apollo. You mean them." He nodded. And there it was again-distant thunder on cloud-less day. "Young man," said Mr. D, "I would really be less casual about throwing those names around if I were you." He said sternly.

My heart pounded. He was trying to make me angry for some reason, but I wasn't going to let him. "Ok, sure. But I don't believe in gods." I said, flatly. "Oh, you'd better," Mr. D murmured. "Before one of them incinerates you." He said, crossing his arms.

"P-please, sir. He's just lost his mother. He's in shock." Grover said, pleading.

Selene nudged me and urged me to stick out my hand. She told me to close my eyes and I looked between Chiron and Mr. D, then back to Selene and hesitantly closed my eyes. I felt both of her hands cup mine, and I felt my hand warmly vibrate. She told me to open my eyes, and I gasped.

There was a glowing golden orb floating in my hand. I looked up at Selene, then back to the floating ball in my hand. "W-what...is that?" I asked her lowly. "It's my powers. I can do more, but I'm still practicing." She said, gigging at my mouth- opened shocked face.

"Well, Percy, do you believe now?" Chiron asked me. I couldn't even process what I was seeing. She carefully took the glowing ball away, and suddenly, everything that had happened the last 24 hours was swirling around in my head, and I suddenly felt light-headed.

"UH OH! HE'S GOING DOWN AGAIN!" I heard someone yell before everything went black.