#GIVE CHA CHA CHA JUSTICE

[inexperienced-idiot]

i dont care. finland won. im being delusional i dont care i dont care finland won to me

#GIVE CHA CHA CHA JUSTICE #FUCK LOREEN #ITS LITERALLY JUST EUPHORIA AGAIN #im aware im being a hater #i dont care #she doesnt deserve that #her song was so sad and beige #i had no idea what she was saying #her ennunciation was absolute shite #esc 2023 #eurovision

[imblocking-you]

AHHH SEC. CHA RUNNING IN A SUIT, ANG HOT MO PO

#justice served only by the rich #also now she's gonna realise how he tortured her for the past week or so bc he found out lmao #also ang hot talaga ni sec. cha nagresearch pa siya ab the case a d compiled documents like nothing true mvp i say #and it's kinda sad that the underlying theme here is that women dont get justice unless some rich guy does it for them #ang impulsive ng ceo niyo #hindi iniisip ang collateral damage eme decide lang ng decide #which ig is realistic of him #mga ceo talaga red flag ano pa ba inexpect ko huhu #he's too confident and doesn't give a shit ab other people's feelings #so detached #i feel bad sa jowa ni minwooo #parehas ng male leads walang kwenta #yung isa sumobra sa confidence yung isa naman nagkulang 💀 #yeongseo feels watched :((( #her tumbler looks a baby bottle stealll #i bet she'd get dehydrated :// #if i acted in this drama id definitely get the part of ys's cousin #also i wouldnt mind seeing two diff perspectives or way of styling on an outfit #but if i were the own wearing it i'd def be insecure lmao #wait is ys purposely doing it?? #him and his excuses #also just tell it to her loud and clear you're the one looking like a liar #and the air of boss and employee is fr really obvious #asshole of a guy who is stuck up as hell x only girl who could put him in his place #i love to see their dynamic now actually #i can see how complicated this could get irl but do i care? no #and yes this is brought on by the smacking scene #HIM CRAWLING AWAY LMAO #HIS EARS ARE RED CUTEE #STOP WAIT NO

[sgiandubh]

Omg!!! Such great news!

Dear @herethereeverywhere22,

I saw her post almost as soon as she published it. Well, then: karma is a bitch, isn't she? Who would have thought, just six months ago, that such a thing was ever possible?

First and foremost thought: she is apparently not useful, anymore. Too loud. Too proud. And yes, ten years at the epicenter of the Narrative must take a heavy toll on your credibility. Especially since that Remarkable Week-end, and especially since everything you say from that particular moment in time is, IMHO, not even planted, but totally freelanced.

Second thought: it's not too early, it's even late. She's been here since Day One, the ever available Useful (but also Fearless) Idiot TPTB could count on to spread the Anti gospel. She was the main reason many people left this fandom in tears and dismay and frustration. She was the Ur-Troll, the Uber Bully and I find some poetic justice in the fact that the alleged health problem is about her eyes.

Third thought: she did nothing good for S. She durably dented his professional profile and credit, describing him as a piece of meat, a thirst trap and, ultimately, a bore. The amount of childish and parochial bullshit this woman has fed her gullible audience is industrial. It is also very easy to debunk - the Hotel Costes fanfic comes immediately to mind - and I tried my best, something that earned me a 'worst of the worst' mention, if I remember well. For ten long years, she drooled an ocean over his biceps, his Golden Dirk, his supposed sexual prowess. This had to end somehow, someday. Has it?

Fourth thought: with a cool head, I wouldn't be so sure. She is a narcissist and a narcissist always needs a scene, a spotlight and an enraptured crowd. Maybe she found another victim/fandom. Maybe she is just strategically lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to jump back in. Only time will tell. For the moment, her OL reign didn't end in a blaze of glory, but with a fizzle. And make no mistake: the real winner is Marple.

FWIW, I am leaving here two links for two posts about *urv @tpquill wrote quite a while ago. She knows *urv (or Margot, or Elaine Cha Ching or whoever the fuck else she was impersonating on Pufflander's Just Make It A Double) since her Twilight fandom days. Irrespective of anything else, this gives her opinion the required gravitas:

and

And *urv: yours is the second Tumblr blog I found after BIF and the contrast between sterile and filthy was brutal. Good riddance?

#asks #fandom

[eumivrse]

NEVERTHELESS : armin arlert

summary there’s no such thing as fate. being laced in a relationship with someone who you’re not meant to be with was the last thing you expected. nevertheless–

warning(s) oral, semi-public, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, 69, co-workers to lovers, slight angst, catcalling, armin and reader are both secretaries for eren

word count 9,069

author’s note the title and some of the phrases were inspired by the k-drama, nevertheless, even though i really fucking hated the drama itself LMFAO. also armin was based on mr. cha from business proposal cuz yum.

Routines, you love ‘em.

Nothing sounds better than your whole day already mapped out in your head to avoid any inconveniences. Wake up, get ready for the day, work your 9-5 office job, go home, get ready for bed, sleep, then repeat.

People tend to push this negative narrative on office jobs, but you pay no mind to it. You prefer it this way anyways– you’re earning enough money and you’re cruising through life smoothly.

You’re in your shared office right now with your partner secretary, timidly asking, “Arlert, can you go with me to pick up proposal documents for the meeting on Friday?”

Your job isn’t bad at all. Being employed right under the CEO as his secretary has its perks, but it’s hard to ignore his other secretary's distant behavior towards you. He frequently avoids you unless it’s for work, yet he confuses you whenever he sees you struggling and would be the first to help you.

Instead of saying anything, he just glanced up from his computer to acknowledge your existence, nodded, then went out the room ahead of you without a word.

See?

But just a month ago, when there was a dispute between you and one of the marketing managers, right when the other person stepped closer and had their hand balled into a fist ready to swing at you, he pulled you away to the office and offered you water and support, stammering and fumbling with his words as if he did something wrong. Oftentimes, he seems to want to say something to you and it leaves you skeptical. What, is there a piece of lettuce stuck in between your teeth? You don’t believe that you’re that ditzy, but you certainly feel that way when you’re around him.

And not only is he the CEO’s right hand man, he’s the Jaeger family’s adopted son, meaning he’s just as significant of a figure as your boss. The only reason he’s below him in terms of occupation is because he chose to– even though in technicality, he’s much more qualified than Jaeger. And though your position equates to his, he’s much more experienced than you are since he knows what pleases Jaeger — they’ve lived together for fuck’s sake.

You weren’t going to lie, you can admit that you’ve checked him out a few times. What can you say, he has an ass and a yummy bod, his uniform that included slacks and a button up doing him justice. Though he’s never piqued your interest — considering how you work with him. You and him are supposed to be a team, yet you feel so apart.

You had an inkling that maybe he had feelings for you but that’s just thinking of yourself too highly. He’s the same way with everyone else, introverted and antsy. That’s why he let his brother take the position as CEO.

Nevertheless, he’s never wronged you in any way, so you let go of speculations and separated your opinions from work.

Jaeger had some of his father’s business friends over in his office today. As per, he ordered you to brew his morning coffee as well as extra for his guests while Arlert treats them with hospitality. As you went into the dry room to place the drinks down on the glass coffee table, you already felt stiff as if you were being analyzed — specifically by the oldest man in the room — as you bent down to place his drink in front of him. It’s uncomfortable being observed like this; you were wearing a pencil skirt today, nothing scandalous, but nonetheless you felt uneasy.

The two other guests said their thank you and you were about to leave to give privacy, until the man that was checking you out, blurted, “Jaeger, you let things like that run around here?” He was obviously referring to you, pointing his chin at your direction.

Even though you wanted to get the hell out of there as soon as possible, you couldn’t. You’ve never been catcalled like this, and it’s twice as embarrassing that the first time had to happen in front of your boss and your co-worker. Your back is turned towards the rest of them, hand wrapped around the cold knob, frozen in place.

“Let’s be professional here, yeah?” Jaeger sighs as he grabs a stack of papers in front of him. Your hand quietly turned the knob and you exited out of the room, though you couldn’t help but just stand outside and try to recuperate from what you just heard.

Instead of dropping the topic, the man went on. “I’m just saying, if I were you, I wouldn’t be able to control myself.”

Jaeger answers, his patience running thin. “She’s my secretary. Nothing more and nothing less. I’m not quite sure what you’re trying to imply.”

“If she’s up for a part time job… you know I’m in need of a new assistant. You don’t really need two secretaries after all, I’m guessing. You’re a big boy.” Your stomach churned and your limbs felt weak, the next thing you know, you hear Arlert raise his voice.

“Get out.” Armin’s tone is filled with disgust and thus, you speed walk off the vicinity and into the room where your shared office with Armin is as you hear the voices in Jaeger’s room get more intense by the second.

You’ve never heard him raise his voice, much less on someone who seems important for the growth of the company. You perceive yourself as someone trivial to him, so why would he go the extra mile to protect you?

As you sit down, you see your faint reflection on the computer screen. You stare at yourself, cheeks flared up in heat due to how ashamed you are. Maybe if you’ve worn slacks instead of a skirt this wouldn’t have happened, maybe your boss didn’t have to be put into that position, maybe then—

“Are you okay?” A stern, yet gentle voice shatters the self-deprecating thoughts that’s straining your head. You turn your chair around and it’s Arlert behind you, arms crossed, head looking down to meet your eyes for what seems like the first time.  

You stammer as you look away, “Yes- yeah.” Drops of tears fell and dampened the carpet beneath you, losing the fight of trying to hold back tears. Cupping your face with your hands, you quietly snivel in front of your partner, him kneeling to see you eye-level, reaching into his pocket and handing you a handkerchief as his own way of comforting you.

As you take the checkered cloth from him, your eyes puffy, he continues, “I’m sorry you had to hear that. Eren said can take the rest of the day off.” And though you couldn’t face him in the eye, you take note of his left cheek: swollen and flushed red.

“Hey… did you get hurt?” You reach your hand out to caress his cheek, but hesitated knowing how he is.

There was no use of lying, even a kid can decipher the fact that he’s been struck across the face. “It’s okay, a little ice can fix it. Don’t worry about me and rest, alright?”

You know it was a lie— he wasn’t okay, but nevertheless—

“Okay.”

Weeks have passed since then and oddly enough, he’s been treating you differently. In other words, he’s been more polite, visiting your desk more often, and such. It’s even gotten to the point where you’ve exchanged flirtatious glances, staring at each other for a bit too long, but both of you always quickly turn away to avoid any more awkwardness.

In general, your perception of him has changed and if this couldn’t be cliche enough, you’ve caught a little crush on him. You didn’t take it seriously though, as you figured that this is probably just from your lack of romance and your heart is mistaking your co-worker as someone you could potentially have a romantic relationship with.

Your fellow colleagues have noticed his sincerity towards you as well. By you— meaning that he’s still the same stoic person towards everyone else.

Tonight is the annual office Christmas party and instead of renting a proper venue, the president decided why not hold it on the floor you work on instead. Parties aren’t your forte, but you don’t mind. After all, it’s part of the job and to get on people’s good side. Avoiding this will just cause others to look at you as someone who’s arrogant.

It’s part of your routine to loosen up once in a while, so you didn’t hold back on the drinks. It wasn’t to the point where you felt like the world was spinning, but you obviously weren’t your… usual self. Calm, collected, and professional.

“Are you going to be alright going home yourself?” Sasha’s arm was draped over you as you walked her to the front of the building to wait for her Uber.

“Of course! I’m no baby!” She laughs maniacally, leading to you wondering how she landed on an office job with this energetic personality of hers.

After she got in the black sedan, you went back inside, hopped in the elevator, and when you got to your designated floor, you peeked through the small open crack of your office room as you were about to head home yourself. Arlert was typing away on his laptop, a bottle of whiskey along with a small shot glass sitting atop the wooden surface of his table.

“You can come in, you know.” He sighs, glancing at you for a moment then back on the screen in front of him, glasses reflecting the white sheen from the laptop. You entered the room, struggling to walk properly as you plop on the green velvet couch in the middle of the spacious room. You weren’t wasted by any means, it was just your damn 3 inch stilettos getting in the way.

Too tired to physically bend down and take the uncomfortable shoes off you murmur, “Why weren’t you out there with everyone else?”

“I prefer it to be quiet.” He clicks away on his keyboard, foot tapping on the carpet, the faint music blaring through the walls. The room was dim, the only light coming from his laptop and the open blinds. “Care for a drink?” He takes out another glass from his drawer, pops off the decanter of the whiskey and you watch the liquid meld onto the shape of the round glass.

You honestly don't feel like consuming anymore alcohol since you need to drive home, but your mind is urging you to take the drink anyways as a chance to spend more time with him. After balancing yourself, you sauntered towards him, took the drink in hand, and hopped so you could sit on his desk.

Clearly being faded is giving you more self-confidence, you’d never do this if you’re sober. You had no underlying intentions, you just wanted to unravel a layer of you he’s never seen before since you’ve led yourself to believe that he just thinks of you as his weak hearted co-worker and that’s why he’s treating you nicely and with care. Closing his laptop and walking around to lean against the edge of the desk next to you, you clink your glasses together and drink away.

“Good job on your presentation today, even Eren couldn’t make Ackerman as agreeable as you did,” His compliment only made you giggle. Placing your drink back down, you answer with a lopsided grin, “Well, I couldn’t have done it without you.”

It was sudden when he felt your head against his shoulder, not paying attention to the finger that slid around the edge of his jawline and the tilt that startled him, your noses nearly bumping. “Are you going to give me a reward?” You murmur, the corner of your lip turning up into a smirk.

“What would you like?” He wasn’t retaliating at all which only egged you on to go further.

You leaned to press your lips on his, the realization of how insane you are for doing this finally hitting you, but it’s too late. The repercussions for being unprofessional in the workplace can be dire, so you try to pull away with the assumption that Arlert will reprimand you. Before you could even part, he just pulled you back in, deepening the intimate moment and whimpering against your mouth from mere desperation.

One of his hands was around the back of your neck without force, but to imply that he wishes to keep going. You laced your fingers on his blonde locks, drawing his face closer as you nibbled on his bottom lip. When his other hand nipped on your collar button, you became aware of the buzzing in your heart.

The hunger and yearn you’ve had for him.

But is this really ethical? A few minutes of pleasure can cost you your career.

When half your button-up came undone, bra peeking in the crevice it revealed, you pushed him as lightly as you could.

Immediately, he stopped touching you and distanced himself by a few inches. “I’m- I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me,” He apologizes.

“No- it’s not you… it’s just that- I’ve never… God, this is embarrassing.” Yes, you’re a virgin and indirectly admitting it to your co-worker who was in the process of taking it is making you cringe. A part of you thought that you should’ve just kept going without telling him, but another part of you is afraid, what if it hurts?

What if you start bleeding and he gets icked out over it?

It’s not as if you’ve never had a significant other, you’ve just never gotten past second base because of the reasons just mentioned.

You were fiddling with your hands, trying to avoid looking at him at all until he pushed your chin with his finger to meet his eyes. His complexion is disheveled, strands of hair out of place and a smear of your lipstick apparent on the corner of his cheek. He seemed a little drowsy himself, his eyes are drooping, but impressively, he’s able to keep a good posture.

“I don’t think it’s embarrassing, but it’s up to you whether or not you want to proceed.” His words were reassuring with no doubt; you felt comfortable with him being your first, it was just a matter of judgment.

“We can keep going…” you shyly mumble, fingers grasping on his tie and pulling him back in for a kiss. Your skin felt cold, goosebumps forming from the anxiety bubbling in your stomach mixed with the fact that it’s actually freezing in the room you’re in at the moment.

Arlert noticed this when he felt your body trembling and your breathing hitch, ailing the tension by pressing soft kisses down your neck, one hand now past your top, cupping your boob under the fabric of your bra. He allowed his hand to squeeze around the swell of your breast, thumb flicking on your nipple.

Gasping, you mewl, “Arlert—“ he hushed you by putting his thumb over your lips. “Drop the formalities. Forget about our positions at least for tonight, okay?” You nod your head yes, hands slipping from under his shirt to frantically removing his buttons from its respective holes to shed Armin off his top. Being distracted enough, you didn’t take note of his hand sliding under your skirt and onto your thigh, finger teasing the cloth covering your pussy.

Shuddering, you squeeze your thighs back together out of instinct, Armin just prying them back open. He went down on his knees, kneeling in front of you while keeping your legs apart, taking a moment to appreciate the fresh view upon him.

The idea that he’s going to be your first drives him insane, more so that he’s not sober. It gives him a sense of possessiveness, the fact that his junior secretary is still a pure virgin. Still, he wanted to make sure you’re getting the best of the best instead of you feeling forced to do something you aren’t up for.

After all, it’s the least he could do. You’ve contributed a lot to the company— his family, and you share a lot of the same qualities which makes you two a great team.

Your panties were definitely soaked and Armin proceeded by pulling them down and tossing it over the headrest of his chair behind you. It felt bizarre that one of the company’s biggest names is kneeling in front of you, half naked and in between your thighs. “Are you sure you want to do this?” You mutter.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking that? I’m fine, but I need to know if you’re good. As soon as you start to feel… unsettled, let me know and we’ll pretend this never happened.” His tone had a hint of tenderness, but still domineering. Your fingers are curled on the edge of the desk, Armin delicately trailing pecks to your inner thigh and rolling your skirt up to give him more allowance.

The tip of his tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body as he licked your clit and down the slit of your cunt. You shivered, Armin gazing up and catching you biting your lip to prevent yourself from being too noisy. He chuckles, hands wrapping around the meat of your thighs, “Don’t be shy on me now, I thought you wanted a reward, sweet girl.” At this point, he’s lost all sense of logic, all he wants to see— to hear —now is just you, you, you.

With fingers laced and gripped tighter on his hair, you pushed his face further on you, his lips brushing and nibbling right where you wanted it. “A-Armin—“ You hesitated to cry out his name, yet it’s the only word you can think of.

On the other side of the wall, a dull mixture of music and mumbles of co-workers passing by the room are caught by the ears while Armin slides his tongue in between your folds, hole leaking with arousal.

While you fought to squeeze his head in between your thighs, he’d only push them out and moan, piling onto the sheer heat that you’re experiencing within your pussy. He puckers his lips, pushing two of his fingers in your plush walls. “So sweet…” He reveres, mesmerized to say the least.

Fuck, you were tight, Armin told himself.

He offered his free hand for you to clasp onto to assure that he isn’t hurting you. You grab ahold of it while his fingers stretched you apart, a slight squelch noise painting your cheeks with heat out of embarrassment.

You weren’t going to lie, it did hurt.

Did.

After a few pumps, Armin was able to slip his digits in and out with ease, curling them up when they’re knuckle deep, and it drove you over the edge. It’s different when someone else does it for you, it’s never felt like this when you were experimenting by yourself.

You were practically pulling on his hand, heavy squeezes letting him know that you’re close. With repeated mumbles of his name, you announced, “Armin, Armin, I’m so— hah, god, I think— I think I’m close…” Your whole body was stiff, head shifted back and eyes set on the ceiling as Armin added the tip of his tongue on your clit. He wasn’t rushing you to your orgasm at all, but he’s precise, he knew immediately when he hit your spot and repeatedly arched his fingers in that angle.

Coating his fingers with your slick, you cried in silence, still sober enough to realize that this isn’t your bedroom and there’s people constantly walking back and forth by this room. Armin used his thumb to swipe languid circles on your clit, soothing you of your orgasm, massaging your inner thigh with his other hand, mumbling, “You’re okay, you’re okay… you did so well, love.”

You kept shuddering even as he got up on his feet after being on his knees, tugging on your waist slightly, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him in for a longing kiss, lips gentle and with a slight tinge of your arousal apparent on his taste. Craving for more, you sneak your hand in between his pants to get a feel of the rigid texture against his boxers.

You giggle, pulling away from him. “Mm- you’re hard.”

“I just saw a beautiful woman cum in front of me, who wouldn’t be?” He smiles drunkenly, taking a chunk of your cheek in between his fingers to pinch you.

You could only feel flustered at his comment, not knowing what to say after that — you aren’t particularly used to someone complimenting you in that manner.

In a world where this situation might seem immoral, to you and Armin at this exact moment, it just felt… right.

You give him the green light. “Please… continue.”

His eyes flickered with surprise. “Are you sure you’re ready? It- it doesn’t have to be right now, we can take a rain check-“ Shushing him with your finger, you chuckled for two reasons.

First reason, you decided to verbalize. “Why are you talking as if it’s as simple as a team dinner? You’re so cute, Arlert- I mean- Armin.”

Second reason? This whole thing is just a fling. The most that’ll come of it is just more sexual tension in the workplace and probably awkwardness, but what are the chances of that happening when your personalities won’t allow that to happen?

If this is going to be your way for your feelings to fade into a memory, then you’ll take it. You’ll go to work on Monday pretending like it was just a wet dream, and avoid eye contact with him until you clear your head of it.

But unfortunately for your little innocent head, feelings don’t work like that.

Your reassurance was enough said, he slips his hand into his wallet to search for a condom, which luckily he had one, unbuckles his belt, then pulls his pants down. The lump against the fabric of his boxers seemed as if it was begging for fresh air, you pulled his briefs down to his mid-thighs as he bent over to place kisses on your neck.

His cock was on the lengthier side, tip flushed pink and oozing with pre-cum. You wrap your hand around it with a light squeeze, gliding up and down lazily. He groaned your name right up in your ear, hands traveling all over your body, holding onto you like he’s been longing for this more than you have.

A stroke up, then down, roll your thumb on the tip, and repeat. “Holy shit, oh yeah. Oh god yeah…” Occasional grunts turned into chants of mewls and cries before you swallowed his pleas with your lips. It felt a little empowering to have this much control over your senior, so safe to say that you were eating this up.

He completely submerged himself under your touch, the vanilla scent of his hair vigorating the nerves of your nose. Armin felt weak in the knees the more you teased him by denying him of his release, one twitch oh his cock means your strokes would get twice as slow as prior. He gasps as you parted, “Oh fuck, oh fuck—! baby… please make me cum… please…”

Not like you were planning on teasing him any further, but he came almost straight away, warm cum spurting on your hand and the edge of the desk, in between your thighs. “Fuck… thank you, darling.” He sighs, unwrapping the condom from the packet and slipping it around his cock.

“God, Armin.” You whimpered when he slid his cock up and down your slit, tip bumping against your clit with each slip. Armin’s hand kept your thighs pried as he positioned himself to enter the crown of his cock past your hole.

You nearly screeched, lips parting, fingernails etching onto Armin’s shoulder blades. ”Shh, shh, it’s okay, baby. I’ll be as slow as you need to.” He captures you by the lips, comforting you as you engulf him whole. Whining into the kiss, his warm hand caressed your tear-stained cheek, thumb swiping away the tear that rolled down your face.

A few inches in and you weren’t moaning into his mouth because of the burning sensation, it became bearable— pleasurable. Armin was being as careful as he could, his chest nearly touching yours as he bottomed you out.

“Ready?”

“Yes…” And with that, he drags his girth out your hole, until it was only his tip stretching you. One slam of his hips and you were forced to choke in your moans, a hand keeping your thighs apart while the other hoists your skirt up your waist. If he could be honest, he wished you weren’t being modest with making noise. In his drunk point-of-view, who would even care that the CEO’s two secretaries are screwing in their office when everyone else is having their own fun outside?

You muttered curses while he drilled into you, his hips not too fast that it was painful, but not too sluggish that you were left bored. Armin pressed soft pecks on your jawline, hand sneaking up and fondling with your breast, nipple in between his fingers.

“Ah- mm— hah- Armin-“ You cry, his free palm wrapping around your ankle and bending it towards you, one knee against your chest. Armin’s face was warm, eyes nearly brimmed with tears to how good your pussy felt.

He groans, grabbing your chin to pull your eyes on him without faltering the speed of hips. “How does it feel having me take your virginity, hm?” He knew how you felt judging by the way your face is making that fucked out expression, drool dribbling from the corner of your mouth, but he wanted to hear it.

Quivering, you whisper as he lets go of your face, “I love it, I love it s’much.”

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you.” Greedy bastard, he totally heard it. Your slick frothed and pooled on the wooden luster of the desk, coating his cock while his balls pressed up against the base of your ass with each thrust.

Your ankle felt a bruising pain with his tight grip, your nails clawing on his back while you raised your voice, feeding into his covetous desires. “Armin—! Fuck, I love it. It’s- it’s so good, baby please.” You’re practically babbling nonsense, words slurred and barely coherent.

With each slam, the desk rumbled, pens and organized documents plummeting off the desk and scattering all over the carpet floor. Your hand went up to cup his face, thumb pressing on his lips and in his mouth. His tongue swirled around your finger, humming while you struggled to keep still.

“Hah- yes, yes… taking me so well,” Armin praises, forehead clashing against yours, hunching himself over to lick your lips open and slip his tongue in. You took a fist full of his hair to pull him closer, your body leaning back until you were laying on the table, legs pulled to rest against his shoulders. Each slam of his cock progressively turned rougher, his thighs slapping on the back of yours as he threw his head back, the evening glow gleaming through the curtains and on his Adam’s apple glossed with sweat.

It’s as if your walls were molded just for him, you were so good, pussy clamping onto his cock like a goddamn champ. Armin mumbles without his hips faltering, “Would it be okay if- if I change it up?”

“Yes— holy, fuck—“ You were folded in half, Armin pushing the back of your thighs. It was getting harder to breathe, but he put you in a position that allowed him to plunge his cock deeper, penetrating your g-spot. Your body is tense, teeth sinking on your bottom lip while Armin kept a tight push on your thighs, his eyes glued to how your creamy cunt stretches nicely for him. Using the tips of your finger to relieve the ache of your clit, you yelped, a stream of liquid spurting out of your hole.

“Fuck… you fucking squirted…” He groans, leaning back down to kiss you as he cums. He lets go of your exhausted legs, hands now cupping and massaging your boobs to help you come down from the intense stimulation. Your breathing stuttered when he pulled out to take his condom off, your lower half feeling numb and limp.

“Thank you, Armin,” You whisper.

“Of course, love.” He chuckles.

You’re aware that it has already begun, you started something you know you shouldn’t have, but nevertheless—

It’s the next morning, Saturday, meaning you’re off.

Eyes slowly snapping open, your brain immediately went into panic mode. You weren’t in your apartment and your body felt like it got hit by a truck. The room you’re in was unfamiliar, it was in the color pearl as opposed to your creme walls and the decor was off too– it’s not suited to your taste. Your eyes wandered to see picture frames on the white oak nightstand of Arlert, Mr. Jaeger, and their family.

Arlert… Mr. Jaeger… wait.

“Good morning.” A voice interrupted your train of thought. It was Arlert, carrying a tray with a bowl of warm soup and a glass of water. Hardly remembering how you ended up here, you just nodded as he sat on the edge of the bed, placing the tray on the nightstand and handing you the glass of water.

You held the cup with both your hands, and took a sip, clearing your throat, then asking, “Um… so how did I end up here? Don’t tell me I went batshit insane and-“

“We slept together.” He cuts you off, the water almost splashing out of the glass as you were taking your second sip.

Those words immediately struck you and you were able to recover some patches of yesterday’s events. Specifically the part where you threw yourself at him.

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

This isn’t right, this wasn’t supposed to happen. He’s your co-worker, your work partner. Sure, you have feelings for him but that was supposed to be suppressed.

The silence felt too thick even for Arlert. “I figured you wouldn’t be able to come home by yourself after all that, so I took you to my place. I apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable.”

You weren’t angry nor disappointed at him. You felt stupid that you could barely remember the first time you had sex. Your memory is so fogged, you forgot everything past when you kissed him. Plus, he’s the president’s son. If word gets out, you’d be lucky if the company just lets you go quietly. No, rumors will start to spread about how you were just sleeping around to get to your current position. You’ve worked too hard to prove yourself competent, you’re not going to risk everything just for some temporary fun.

Eventually composing yourself, you take your belongings from the lounge chair next to you and slip your shoes on, as hard as they already are to walk on without the ache on your legs. “I’m sorry… uh- can we pretend this never happened?” Maybe you should’ve worded it more nicely.

In a perfect world, it would’ve been nice to entertain the idea of having a relationship with Arlert. He’s smart, handsome, and he’s quite caring once he lets you in his personal bubble.

Armin’s heart sunk, his mouth shaping from a smile to a blank stare. “What do you mean ‘pretend it never happened’?”

“You know… that it was null and void.” You purse your lips, leaving him with that cruel statement while you flee the room with your head hung low.

You couldn’t bear to look at him after saying those harsh words, he didn’t even bother to run after you.

But that’s that, you tell yourself as you hopped in the elevator. Maybe you’ll just take a few days off of work and hope for the best.

You’re aware that there’s no turning back no matter what you say. Nevertheless—

Needless to say that you couldn’t skip work after the weekend that felt like lasted forever. Jaeger will end up interrogating you, and you’d rather not make it obvious that you’re avoiding a certain someone.

Arlert didn’t show any signs of concern, he treated you the same way and gave you your desired space. You did the same, making sure no one will suspect anything, which went on for a few consecutive weeks.

He’d constantly try to approach you after work, but you’d always excuse yourself first and hurry down to your vehicle to get away as soon as possible. You’ve dug yourself a hole by saying you never want anything to do with him again, ashamed of yourself for not remembering what had happened that night.

Even so, fate is always somehow always against your wishes, thus Eren assigned you both to travel for the weekend since his terminally ill grandfather wished for a specific kind of bread only available at a bakery 4 hours away from town. You offered if you could just do the task yourself since it’s just bread, but Jaeger insisted on having Arlert by your side to secure your safety.

Neither of you could refuse, it is Arlert’s grandfather and it’s part of your job to aid him out of respect as he’s the former president.

You drove there right after work, in a separate car from Arlert. The drive was silent besides the mellow jazz from the aux. Your fingers were tight on the steering wheel, barely able to relax the whole way there as you’re about to spend the weekend alone with him.

It was around midnight when you got to the hotel, Jaeger offered to book a room since he has some connections with the owner. Arlert had already arrived, waiting for you in the front, glancing at his watch then up to see you walking to the front steps.

“Would you like dinner first before we check in?” He offers, hand rubbing the back of his head.

“Uh…” you were planning on making some excuse, but your stomach said otherwise.

You’re here for work after all, not for some cheesy romance bullshit.

You grin meekly. “Sure.”

Dinner was quiet, yet uncomfortable. You had it right in the hotel, the menu prices almost got your heart to flat line, but Arlert slipped a company credit card out of his pocket to assure you.

You barely spoke, the only conversation you really had was about the meeting today, nothing outside of work.

The sounds of silverware clanking on the ceramic plates and other people’s chattering filled your ears, soon interrupted when Arlert blurted out, “So um, Eren only booked a one bed-room on accident. I’ll stay on the sofa and you can take the bed.”

You kept silent, acknowledging him by nodding, but for some reason you felt unsatisfied that he’d rather sleep on the couch than share a bed with you, even though it’s clear that he’s respecting your wishes. It’s agitating — enough that you wanted to blurt what you’re feeling right here and now.

“Arlert-“

“It’s okay. ‘Just pretend nothing ever happened’, right? You don’t have to feel like you have to avoid me anymore.” He didn’t even make eye contact, blue eyes latched onto the slab of steak in front of him.

You’ve never felt so conflicted in your life. All the signals in your brain is telling you that it’s best that he’s drawing the line, but something in within you is saying to fuck all of that.

When you finished eating, you got your luggage from your car and went ahead of Arlert to go to the room first. It just happened to be 6 stories high, spacious with a huge king-sized bed, the window overlooking the unfamiliar city.

Placing your bag on the ground, the door behind you opened and it was him.

The quaint pair of glasses sitting gracefully on top of his nose bridge, complexion calm and collected, yet was filled with solitude.

You really couldn’t take having to tighten the lid of your feelings anymore.

It’s over. You know this, but nevertheless—

“Wow the view is nice huh?” He tried initiating small talk, sauntering towards the window. You followed behind, pulling his arm, then pushing him against the cold glass, hands on his wrists. He neither seemed startled nor irritated. Just that same stoic look on his face.

“I’m sorry, Armin… I just- ugh. I don’t remember anything.” You sigh.

“Well, it doesn’t matter now, does it?”

You didn’t have a tight grip on him, but he didn’t retaliate. You continue rambling. “I only remember a little bit of sleeping with you that night, but… but… aghhh! I know how frustrating this is for you, but god this has been killing me for the past week now. I just- I’ve been trying so hard to hide how I really feel about you, but now I just feel like I fucked everything up.”

He chuckles, his thumb rubbing against your cheekbone. “You’re adorable, you know?”

You exhale, “And also… what if everyone else thinks I’m some ladder climbing whore?”

“I won’t let them do that to you, I promise. You’re the smartest, most reliable woman I know, I’ll make sure that’s how everyone else perceives you.” His flattery is tugging on your heartstrings, a slight smile forming on your complexion.

“So did you actually mean what you said earlier about pretending like it never happened?” You frown.

“Let’s make that null and void.” You felt like you were able to breathe again when he finally kissed you, one arm wrapped around your waist to push you against his body and the other on the back of your head.

You stumble towards the bed backwards, unaware of whatever else is happening besides the pair of lips clashing onto yours, breathing heavily through your nose. He quickly pulls away to toss his glasses to the side while you work on tugging his tie off, then undoing the buttons of his linen top.

Armin expertly popped the buttons out of your top and you shimmy your way out of it, leaving the both of you topless. You tripped on the mattress, back landing on the plush surface, Armin pinning you down with both his arms.

“From now on,” He presses a soft kiss on your neck, “I’ll make sure you remember everything.”

While he nibbles on your earlobe, you tease, “I’ll be keeping my expectations up.” You wiggle your way towards the huge headboard, suddenly holding onto Armin’s biceps and swiveling them to make your way on top of him, legs folded on either side of his thighs.

“You sure you can handle it?” He chuckles, face lit with fervor. You unclamp the button of his trousers, sliding them down, leaving him with only his boxers on. A dark splotch of precum was apparent on his underwear, the fat of his boner melding through his boxers.

You palm his clothed cock, cupping and eliciting sharp gasps from him. “Arlert, I wanna suck you off,” Already crawling with one knee in between his legs, he grabbed onto your wrist and paused you.

“Hold on.” He shuffled himself until he was laying on his back, your expression painted with slight confusion. “If you insist, sit on my face while you suck my dick.” His grin showed pure malice, as if he’s been dreaming about your pussy suffocating him.

You’ve seen what he just described in porn you come across on your twitter timeline, except you don’t have the self-confidence to push your whole weight down on someone’s face.

“Um- are you sure? That sounds uncomfortable…” You ponder, hand now grasped beneath the sheets from anxiety. This whole thing is still so new to you, it’s so nerve wracking knowing that someone else is taking the effort to make you feel good.

Armin reassures, reaching his arm out to turn on the table side lamp next to him. “Does it look like I care about that? Come on, let me give you a good time, hm? If you don’t like it, we’ll stop.”

There’s no harm in trying. Armin has been so sweet and careful knowing that you don’t have a lot of experience, assuring that you’re receiving the best of the best.  And it’s not as if he’s not getting perks of his own. He’s still wondering how no one else has taken you up and given you what you deserved.

First off, you’re pretty. Often clad in a tight white button-up, see through enough to the point where he can see the color of your bra strap if he takes the effort to stare. He also knows the days you alternate between skirts and pants. Not on purpose of course, but he sees you everyday and he’s a meticulous person, it’s easy for him to notice patterns.

It’s perverted, he knows, but he can’t help it. That’s why he’s so nervous whenever you’re around that his hands get sweaty and he frequently has to twist his tie to cool down.

Plus, you’re the dopest person he knows. Ambitious, self-serving, never takes shit from anyone. You also didn’t kiss Eren’s ass to get to your position which isn’t necessarily common in the company where kissing up might as well be part of the job.

So it’s nice to see you under that veil, where you’re so frail and whiny all of a sudden because he’s too fucking big for your unstretched cunt. Where he got to take a picture in his brain of every second of that night– how you look like under your clothes, nipples prickled hard from the breeze of the AC while he fucked your brains out.

You stand on the mattress, carefully pulling your slacks down then curling your finger under your bra strap to slip it off one shoulder, then the other. Your breasts bounced out of its confinements and Armin observed as you knelt and swung your legs so that one would be on each side of his head.

Swallowing hard, you stared at his navy boxers, smeared with precum, the outline of his cock prominent under the fabric. Your thighs were trembling, the air was cold and you felt a pair of eyes piercing its gaze towards the wet splotch apparent on your panties.

Armin took the crotch part of your underwear and pulled it to the side, your pussy already puffy, folds glossed with slick. He grasps your waist and gently pulls you lower, closer to his face, and he sticks his tongue out until the tip bumped your clit.

Meanwhile, you’re shuffling to pull his boxers down, just enough for his cock to spring out, the head swollen and leaking with translucent, thick precum. You wrap your palm around the base, just above his balls, suddenly hissing at Armin teasing your clit. “Fuck, Armin… “ You laughed off the sting of his wet tongue, but you were getting a little frustrated.

And Armin can tell. “Baby, you know I can’t reach you if you don’t sit on my face properly right? Just relax, you have nothing to worry about.” He chuckles, practically lying through his teeth because he knows damn well of what he’s capable of.

Hesitantly, you placed more weight on top of his face as you slid your hand up his cock and rolled your tongue out where a ball of spit coated the head. Your back arched into a firm bow, a response of pain when he sank two of his fingers inside you. “It- it hurts.” A low hiss crept past your lips, just right on the head of his cock.

“Does that mean you want to stop?” Armin was being polite, but him drooling on your cunt shows nothing but pure spite.

Squirming, you whisper. “No… I need more. Stop teasing.” Your ass was aching from your position, mouth practically pressed against the length of his dick. He sighs, his breath fanning against the heat of your cunt. Your bossy attitude provoked a laugh out of him, he thought it was cute.

After chuckling, he jests, “Agh, I guess I can’t deny a pretty girl like you.” Those words wrapped your heart in a warm blanket, it felt so sweet and nourishing even if he meant it sexually.

That feeling didn’t last long however, he was back to licking your pussy, tongue making its work by slipping along the slit while his lips sucked your clit. You whimpered, your mouth around his cock sending vibrations straight to his balls.

You had never given head, but nonetheless you use this opportunity to try things you’ve seen in porn. Caving your cheeks in, you take slow steps in taking more of his cock in your mouth, saliva dripping all over his dick.

Armin noticed what you were trying to do and was ready to stop you in case you gag, but he could feel you getting closer to your orgasm as your legs shook around his head and the louder your moans got. So instead, he encourages you by sticking a third finger in your hole and fucked it in and out while groaning under you. Your throat constricted the more you took of him, up until the tip nearly punched the back of your throat.

Grinding on his face, you were practically seeing stars, more so when Armin curled his fingers inside you, tipping you over the edge. A stream of fluid projectiles past his head and onto the plush pillow. A sharp gasp was emitted from your throat when you pulled away, a twine of saliva connecting your lips and his tip, your hand continuing on jerking him off.

“Fuck, Armin, fuck, you make me so horny, hah…” At this point, you were just spitting out what you had in mind, words that you’d never typically say out loud.

But he took those words to heart.

He grins, voice slightly muted as you rock your hips on his face. “Oh yeah? Can you do that f’me again then?” The wet plump of his lips sucked on your tender clit, his fingers only picking up in pace. You tried your best to pump your hand as fast as you could, your tongue sticking out and teasing his leaking fat cock head.

The topic of sex was something you rather avoided. You enjoyed hearing about your friends’ sex lives but you always thought they were just sugarcoating for bragging points. Watching porn didn’t have that much of an effect either, sometimes you get so turned off when the man is too aggressive or when the woman is moaning too loud.

But with Armin? Your first time felt like a reenactment of a steamy smut scene in those romance novels. He holds onto you, reassures you, and makes sure that you don’t feel belittled because you’re lacking in experience. You always thought that the process of losing your virginity would be painful, but this is only your second time and you're already addicted.

Armin was panting, his body shifting underneath you. “Oh god, oh god, fuck—! Oh—“ He yelps, broken strings of cum spewing out and onto your lips, which you licked off. His cock twitched while your hand faltered in speed.  

You weren’t far from cumming yourself, Armin’s fingers were slipping in with ease, the combination of that and his tongue ejecting a mess out of you, a porn-worthy moan bouncing off the walls of the room. Your slick ran on your thighs, Armin still kitten licking your clit, evoking a weak giggle from you. “That’s it… Just like that…” He praises.

Rolling off him and onto the mattress you laid down in disbelief as you were coming down from your high. Armin sat up and plopped beside you, your heads on the foot of the bed. Strands of his blonde hair were stuck on his forehead, chin gleamed with arousal against the city lights from the window view. “Are you tired?” He asks, staring at the blank ceiling.

You turn your body sideways, facing him. “Not really. Are you?” He rolls to the side and positions you so he could hover above you. Hunching down, he goes in for a sweet kiss, the bubbling feeling in your stomach flaring up.

While remaining embraced, arms hooked around his neck to keep his face close, he pulled off, his thumb drawing circles on your cheekbone.

“I want it… I want you.” You mumble, desperation dragging in each syllable of your words. Despite your memory not cooperating, your body was yearning for more.

“Are you sure? I don’t have a condom with me.”

“Can’t you just… pull out?” You raise the question, eyebrows raising in curiosity of his answer.

“Is that really what you want though?” Armin is aware that asking too many questions can turn you away from wanting to continue on any more, but he can’t go on without the assurance that he isn’t forcing you to do something you don’t really want to do.

You nod timidly.

Armin lightens up the mood, chuckling, “Only the second time and you’re already asking for it raw? You’re so ambitious.”

“Only with you.” You laugh along with him, face flushed with heat.

Only with him, you can feel this comfortable with being naked and saying whatever was on your mind. Romance-wise, your relationship with him is still fresh, but the feelings already had a seed in your heart.

“I always liked you, you know.” Armin doesn’t know what the fuck he’s saying and why now, but for some reason he felt that this was the best time to do so.

“Yeah? How so?” You tease, arms still locked around his neck.

“I don’t know, it just happened. Maybe it’s because you’re so cool and you kinda intimidated me.” He confesses, his arms still caging you in between.

“What do you think of me now?” The room was eerily quiet, as if you two were the only ones living on the planet and nothing else mattered.

He ponders, “Still cool… not as intimidating… beautiful…” looking you in the eye, you snuck him in for a heated kiss before he could comprehend what was happening, tongue slipping in between his lips and clashing with his tongue.

Whimpering against your mouth, he was jerking himself off for lubrication, nudging his cock in between your folds quickly before parting from you shortly to pull your panties off completely, tossing it on the floor. He’s sliding in slowly, but it’s difficult when your cunt is sucking him in so good.

It was different this time; you’re taking a mental note of each second of this moment, the stretching burn as his cock dragged along your tight walls, his lips smashed against yours, his choppy breathing in between kisses…

As soon as he was fully inside of you, he placed your ankles against his shoulders and bent down, staring at your pleasured face. Mouth agape and eyes blank, he caressed your cheek with his finger while snapping his hips on yours. Your nails dug on his back, crescent shaped marks engraved on his skin.

“Armin… so deep…” You’re mewling, his cock sinking into your hole, leaving your legs numb as he folded you in half. He only hackled a chuckle; the more you moaned, the more he was encouraged to thrust faster and deeper.

The smack! of your wet cunt against Armin’s balls and the heavy breathing were the only noises in the muted room. Armin was utterly obsessed — obsessed with everything about you. Even the way your teeth ram into your bottom lip because his cock is fucking into you so deliciously is something he wants to replay in his mind over and over.

“You’re so pretty darling, squeezing onto me so well, hah-“ He wasn’t going to lie, he hadn’t planned on doing this tonight; otherwise, maybe he would’ve been more prepared. Armin really doesn’t mind staying in between your legs all night, but god is he fucking addicted on doing you raw. Your throat strained, whines becoming fuller while you spat out sweet nothings about how he’s making you feel so good.

Armin leaned back, observing your boobs bouncing in sync with his thrusts, your hands going up to knead and massage them. He held onto your legs, eyes traveling to your glistening cunt engulfing his dick, reveling in the feeling of his cock rutting into your most sensitive spot.

Reaching forward to squeeze your nipples in between his fingers to rouse you up, you whimpered quietly, “ ‘m so close…” Your eyes were shut, breathing jagged with each rock of his hips.

“God— yes, do it for me, schatzi.” His mother tongue slipped out the more his mind was hazed and could barely keep a lucid thought that wasn’t filthy. Your eyes squeezed shut, body tense when you came, legs twitching and lips muttering his name.

Armin was on the verge of cumming as well, letting go of your legs to pull out, pumping into his fist before forgetting to do so. He came on your tits, long strings of white, translucent cum on your lithe skin as he groaned under his breath. Slumber was running all over your veins, the temptation of sleep taunting you.

He hops off the bed and sits next to your head. “Baby, we should clean up. We have a long day tomorrow.” He pokes your cheek.

You were sore as you followed him to the ivory bathroom, and into the unnecessarily huge glass paned shower. Armin twisted the knob for warm water and he did the honors of washing your body, hands travelling all over you, cupping your breasts although it didn’t feel inherently sexual. He trailed kisses all over the back of your neck and your back as the water ran down your bodies.

Twisting your head, you laced your fingers with his own and you locked your lips against his before whispering, “I like you too.”

Giggles and kisses were shared prior to going back to bed, both of you were too infatuated to figure out that this is way out of your routines and character, considering that this is an HR violation and god forbid if other people find out.

Nevertheless…

There’s no turning back.

schatzi is an endearment term in german according to various sources. literally means treasure, but can be used as ‘darling’ or ‘sweetheart’.

#armin arlert #armin #armin smut #armin arlert smut #armin x reader #armin arlert x reader #armin x reader smut #armin arlert x reader smut #aot smut #attack on titan smut

[scatterbrain-lion]

a collection of hot takes coming soon, for now:

- loreen knew that she was gonna have to perform to people who wanted Cha Cha Cha instead, alot of booing and chanting in the audience

- HOW DID POLAND PLACE 8TH IN TELEVOTE this is just proving the TVP that their way works, we should just start egging whoever represents Poland 2024 regardless

- EUROPE IS DEAF HOW DID YALL FAIL SPAIN, FRANCE AND PORTUGAL LIKE THAT? The fact Spain only got 5pts from Tele and coming last is bad news for Spain's future submissions, same goes to Portugal.

- the juries giving 12pts to Israel while Norway, Spain, France were dead in the water proves that the jury isnt that representative of the industry, are they?

- 10 songs out of the top 13 are in English, mmm ofc

- it felt like the juries werent voting for Tattoo, they were voting for Euphoria

- the only wins tonight are Croatia went 7th in televote (only after being fucked over by juries), Belgium being the dark horse and went 7th overall and Kaarija being the people's winner and is now tied to being the 2nd highest televote winner in history. Hoping for Karrija to gain the same runner-up success as Eleni with Fuego

- justice for mimicat

#eurovision #fuck the jury #sweden #finland #poland #portugal #croatia #belgium #spain #france #kaarija the people's winner #gustahp our new gay overlord #the channelification of esc #at least channel had talent and slomo was actually fun #at least we get abba next year

[nixytea]

dear bus noona | n.rk

pairing: non-idol! nishimura riki x noona! reader

genre: romance, fluff, letter, bus crush (i know cafe crush is kind of a genre but what about bus seatmates?)

inspired by: my bus rides lol

summary: in which ni-ki writes a letter to the noona who’s on his bus every day :)

wc: 646

warnings: older crush(?), mentions of crying, cat canvas bags, sad books (???i liked it so im not sure if it needs a warning)

dear bus noona:

the first time i met you, you stole took my seat. my favourite seat!!! the window seat. and because you were sleeping, your head blocked my view so i nearly missed my stop >:(( next time sit on the outside okay? but you looked kinda cute when you were asleep…

then i started seeing you on the same bus. every single day. IN THE SAME SEAT. i caught a glimpse of your id while you were putting away your bus pass. that’s how i know you’re a noona. clever, aren’t i? :> but anyway. at least you weren’t asleep the second time. you know noona, you should sleep more, instead of relying on the horrible-smelling coffee you carry around all the time. sometimes you stare at the trees passing by, and i guess it relaxes you because after 5 minutes on the bus you look less tense than when you first get on.

last week, you started carrying a really ugly canvas bag. noona, i love cats too but please stop carrying that bag around the poor kitten’s face is misshapen. the manufacturer of your bag doesn’t do cats justice. seriously, the cat face print looks more like a pig than a cat. return it if you bought it, unless you got it as a gift, which in that case please never bring that out in public again. it’s an eyesore.

the other day, you had a new keychain on your bag zipper, with cha eunwoo’s face on it. does noona find him handsome? are you really a cha eunwoo fangirl? i’m even more good-looking than him what’s your favourite kdrama then? i’ve watched a few of the really popular ones but i don’t really know what else to watch. can noona give me some suggestions? so long as they don’t have cha eunwoo in them.

noona, you looked so funny on the bus last wednesday, crying while reading that english book that i can’t remembering the name of. (was it swing sideways? i don’t know.) i’m sorry for laughing at you. but if i hadn’t laughed you wouldn’t have yelled at me for teasing you! so you should thank me for laughing, ok? don’t be mad at me…i just thought it was cute that you could be so worked up about books. even though i’m not close to noona, just watching you has already told me so much about what you’re like. our chat was really fun, and you’re really fun too.

ahhh, noona, sometimes you’re so cute when i see you. your fashion sense makes me wonder if i’m older or you are. you’re so weird, noona! you’re such an odd person, and i can’t help but want to be friends with you. so dear bus noona, talk to me more ok?

with love,

the kid on the bus who squished your crocheting project by accident ♡

riki sighed, head tilting backwards as he leaned back into his chair. the white light from his desk lamp illuminated his ghostly complexion, and he realised he’d been up far too late for a kid who still had school the next day. twirling his favourite pen absentmindedly, riki reread his letter one more time, before humming in satisfaction when he found no more areas to be corrected. in went the fancy parchment paper, and all that was left on riki’s desk was a lavender-scented manila envelope held in place by a piece of twine. (he’d borrowed konon’s perfume, and he’d make sure sola took that secret to the grave.)

unbeknownst to riki, there was a small smile gracing his lips as he went to bed that night. he needed the sleep, after all tomorrow was going to be a big day. with the flip of a switch, the room was plunged into darkness, but the tiny flame of hope in riki’s heart glowed brighter than anything.

a/n: so…here we are. i just think ni-ki’s adorable. i’m not even older than the beloved maknae so why am i writing about being his noona T-T but anyway! this is my first time writing fluff in a long while so im very rusty but it’s my soft hours so enjoy it while it lasts

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen x y/n #enhypenwriters #enhypen x yn #enhypen x you #nishimura riki x reader #nishimura riki x older reader #enhypen fanfic #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen drabbles #enhypen oneshot #nishimura riki fanfiction #nishimura riki imagines #ni-ki fluff #enhypen fluff #nishimura riki #enhypen ni-ki #ni-ki #enhypen au #enhypen non-idol au

[btc-official]

aka "2016 mashup culture if it owned" aka "I FUCKING LOVE SAMPLING". if youre not rockin with it at first give it a minute. sourcelist under cut

amen break (the winstons- amen brother)

quad city dj- space jam theme

justice- waters of nazareth

penn and teller- ytp sexer "bitch" sample

wilhelm scream

c+c music factory- gonna make you sweat ("everybody dance now")

original piano bit (mother 3 soundfont if that matters)

mr c the slide man- cha cha slide

vine boom

childish gambino- bonfire

dm dokuro- infestation (terraria calamity mod soundtrack)

the brothers johnson- you make me wanna wiggle (used in "newjack" by justice)

sethical- "declined | baku season 5"

taku iwasaki and lotus juice- overdrive (from the jojo part 2 anime)

frizk- all my fellas

thumbnail is "everybody loves raymond"

#prod. btc

[fatehbaz]

Systems are linguistic conveniences. We chart out algorithms, and systems are largely human matters, matters of language, matters of human-created terms and formulas. But the world exceeds systems. This might not be acceptable to modern cosmo-perceptions. [...] [M]odernist thinking situates humans at the center of the room [...]. Climate action is [usually] composed within these epistemologies that tend to leave out, for instance, the agency of the world at large. [...]

For instance, the Anthropocene just says this is a planetary or cautionary planetary ethic, that we are all in this together and that all humans are at risk of losing their planet. But it doesn't say that African bodies, Black bodies have subsidized the Anthropocene, that Africa was the continent that they extracted mineral resources from, that air quality is dwindling every day, that the Niger Delta is suffering seven thousand spillages a year, that the World Health Organization does not go to Africa or Lagos to measure air quality, but it does so in London, New York, Seattle. It doesn't say who is paying. It just wraps everyone into this humongous hoop or heap and calls them human.

But many people have been denied access into "human". [...]

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When we're seeking out, anchoring, and grieving for climate justice, we're still dealing with the same powers. We're gathering at the foot of the nation-state, seeking giant corporations to be more responsible. We're giving them legitimacy and saying, "you have the power, so do something about this". [...] Protests tend to look like long, linear lines heading towards where power is. I think there is more power available [...]. So this is why I talk about fugitivity. [...]

And there's some embellishment, tricksterism, and playfulness there as well.

The human is a Euro-American creation. It is not just a concept; it's not just the bipedal figures that we associate ourselves with. It is a territory of acting and becoming and thinking. The human is the transatlantic slave trade. The human is the westward pushing of the pilgrims on the so-called new world to find gold [...]. The human is the extractivist politics that thinks we can build and build and build [...] in an ongoing fashion without stopping forever. [...] It is the dreaming that situates us as lords and masters. It is an algorithm, a cybernetic network, a forcefield.

And I think fugitivity, and rejecting the human, is about losing our way, meeting the world in a way that hacks that algorithm. What does the human, as in the city, as in the nation-state, invite us to do? What does it invite us to notice? And then how do we notice differently? [...]

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This is not just me speaking. This is Spinoza, Deleuze, authors and speakers, decolonial writers that have been warning us for a long time that Blackness, for instance, is not about this adversarial quality, fighting for a place within white modernity. [...]  It seeks cracks so that it can fugitively extricate itself [...]. I want to find other places of being in power with the world. [...]

The promise of that is surprise, fugitivity. Maybe just leaving the plantation is enough. Then we might find the magic in other worlds and other becomings. [...]

[L]et us slow down. Slowing down is losing our way. [...] It is the invitations that are now in the world at large, inviting us to listen deeply, to be keen and to be fresh and to be quick with our heels, to follow the sights and sounds and smells of the world, which is now no longer [...] [silent, unspeaking] as modernity would have us believe it is. It's now alive, it's alien and wanting us to do more than just save ourselves. So let us slow down and listen and maybe we might hear something magical. [...] Slowing down is a function of deepening awareness, noticing the others in the room. [...]

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Words of Bayo Akomolafe. As interviewed and transcribed by Kamea Chayne. Published as “Bayo Akomolafe: Slowing down and surrendering human centrality (ep317).” Episode 317 of the podcast Green Dreamer hosted by Kamea Chayne. Transcript published online November 2021.

[i-eat-worlds]

The Perfect Setup

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Thank you to @whumperofworlds for giving!

cw: broken bones, romantic relationship (Caretaker/Whumpee), unrealistic depictions of head injuries, restraints

Caretaker quietly slinked through the darkened hallways of Whumper’s base, the musty smell of cold basement filling their nostrils. It enraged them to think that Whumpee was being kept down here, in the frigid, damp basement, while Whumper cruelly enacted what ever revenge they considered their due.

It was true that Caretaker had made mistakes. They’d hurt people in ways they couldn’t undo, and any attempt they made to atone for that would always fall short. But Whumpee’s only crime had been falling in love with them, and that didn’t warrant getting kidnapped, locked in a basement, and hurt in the cruelest of ways. That wasn’t fair. That wasn't justice.

They quickly found Whumpee, pulling open the door of a tiny storage closet to reveal their lover’s curled up, terrified body. It was too small for them to even stretch their legs out, and with the duct tape plastered over their mouth and the zip ties digging into their hands, the concept of comfort was a remote idea.

“It’s me, whumpee, it’s me, yeah?” Caretaker whispered, hands running over them as they checked for major injuries. “I’ve got cha’ now.”

Whumpee’s eyes went wide when they realized who had come to rescue them, and they started frantically shaking their head, grunting against the tape.

“You’re okay, love, it’s going to be okay.” Their lower leg seemed to be broken, food twisted at an unnatural angle. “I know it’s scary, but I’m going to get you out of here.”

They pulled out their pocket knife and snipped the zip ties away, stomach turning at the red, bloody marks on their wrists. The moment their hands were free, Whumpee reached up and tore the tape from their face. “You have to go.” They said, breathlessly, trying to push Caretaker away.

“I’m not going to leave you, love. Not now, not ever.” They turned their attention to Whumpee’s injured leg. “I’m going to have to splint it, alright? Then I’ll carry you out of here.” Their eyes landed on the broken end of a broom handle. Perfect.

“I’ll be okay,” Whumpee assured them. “Whumper’s not going to hurt me but they’re-”

“They already have!” Caretaker hissed, gesturing to their leg. The gentleness returned to their tone. “Be still for me, love. This is going to hurt.”

Carefully, they held the handle to Whumpee’s leg, then lashed several leftover rags around it. Their pained whimper made Caretaker’s heart shatter. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Whumpee’s gaze steeled again. “No, you don’t understand. Whumper doesn’t want me, they want you.”

They looked at Whumpee quizzically. “What do you mean?”

“I’m only the bait, darling. Just a ploy to get you here.” Their voice was lined with daggers. “You need to leave. I’ll get out on my own. Don’t doom yourself for me, please.”

Caretaker shook their head. “I promised I’d never leave you. I intend to keep that promise, love.” They bent down to pick them up, despite their protests.

“No, please, just go.” Tears started to ow from their eyes, and then they widened in horror. “Caretaker go!”

But it was too late.

Just as Caretaker turned, Whumper’s bat made contact with their face, hitting them square in the jaw. A crack echoed down the hallway, and they slumped over sideways, unconscious.

“Hello, Caretaker,” Whumper purred. “I’m so glad you nally decided to show up.”

#worlds babbles #whump #whump community for Palestine #broken bones #head injury tw #caretaker x whumpee #romance cw #restraits #used as bait #whump writing #whump community

[monstersdownthepath]

Forgive me if you've already said (I've been mostly inactive for the last few weeks), but what Paladin abilities would you give the Hand Of The Inheritor (HOTI)? I know Smite and Divine Grace* are no brainers, but in curious what your monster brain can think of. Any other abilities you'd give him?

*I think that's the name of the class ability. The one that let's them add their Cha Modifier to all saves.

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Aura of Justice and Faith (probably even Resolve, since he has no native immunity to compulsions/charms). There's no reason a man basically heading the Crusades can't use Aura of Justice to bless an entire platoon of his allies; he has this power in the video game but not on the tabletop!

Also: Mercies. Mercies, mercies, mercies, why doesn't he have any Paladin Mercies? The ability to swift-action slap a status effect off himself or to aid an ally suffering from a debilitation seems like something he should have inherited from his original boss, Ragathiel, who can use every Paladin Mercy.

#asks #deffinitelynobody

[blackjackkent]

Very cute reunion between the bard tiefling, Alfira, and her girlfriend, Lakrissa, who we saved from Moonrise.

"You're here! You're all right! How?"

"We're 'two tiefling queens,' remember? I couldn't leave my favorite bard without her partner in crime."

"I did have some help from an old friend though."

And then. You guys. You guysssss. Look at this SMILE from Hector.

The screencap doesn't really do it justice but he's so fucking happy some things are actually going right.

"How did you do it?" Alfira asks him.

He has the option to be kind of snarky or arrogant about it, but we've already established Hector isn't much interested in going down as a hero. "I was in Moonrise and I just happened to run into her," he says with a modest shrug.

"Don't play coy," Lakrissa says firmly. "You could have left us behind, but you didn't."

She grins at Alfira. "You should have seen him. He was brave, but also terrifying - in a good way."

"I never thought I'd see...well, *anyone* again," Alfira says, looking at him with deep gratitude. "Thank you - a thousand times, thank you."

AND MORE HECTOR SMILES. HE'S SO HAPPY TO HAVE HELPED.

Alfira offered him a whole pile of stuff as thanks, which I was not expecting.

The most exciting thing is the robe, which we will give to Gale. It's Very Rare quality and provides a +1 buff to his cantrips (based on his CHA modifier) and also provides +1 temp hit points at the start of every turn... Damn, Alfira, what were you just carrying this around for? :P

V sweet little scene though, and Hector is so glad to be having some nice things to buffer him from all the horrible Moonrise stuff.

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle

[jbre1206]

The Umbrella Academy as the 7 deadly sins (season 1 edition):

Luther - Lust

When Luther gets drunk at the rave, he has sex with a stranger and becomes so absorbed in her, he doesn't realize Klaus temporarily dies trying to help him.

Sexual lust isn't the only type of lust Luther is guilty of. Lust, strictly speaking, is merely a strong desire for anything, whether it's another person, a thing, or a concept. Such as staying at the academy or his ‘obsession’ Allison

Diego - Wrath

Diego is the only adult Hargreeves still acting as a vigilante due to the ideas of vengeance and justice being integral to who he is. While Diego is not, and has never been, good at following orders, he has a strong desire to avenge wrongdoings and injustices.

Allison - Greed

With her power, Allison can ask and receive virtually anything, and she does for most of her life. She's a famous actress, frequently dressed in fashionable clothing and makeup, characteristics typically associated with greed.

Allison has used her power to make friends, get acting roles, and get someone to love her. In her marriage and divorce with Patrick, she makes a commitment to herself to not rumor people anymore, making her the only Hargreeves that learns from their associated sins.

Klaus - Gluttony

Klaus is known for being either drunk or high all the time due to his drug use being his main coping mechanism.

As a result of his drug use and eccentric personality, his siblings rarely give him credit for anything. Most of the things he says, even when he has a valid point, are immediately dismissed as "Klaus being Klaus." When the siblings head to confront Viktor at her concert, Klaus is designated as the lookout.

Five - Pride

Before he time jumped, Five was prideful. In the childhood flashbacks, he defies Reginald by leaving the academy without being dismissed and trying to time jump despite Reginald saying he wasn't ready to.

When he returns to his siblings in 2019, he is 58 and still prideful. Not expecting his siblings to be able to help, he keeps vital information, such as why there are two assassins after him until Hazel and Cha-Cha attack the Academy. This hubris attributes to why he struggles to admit when he has personal issues.

Ben - Sloth

Sloth is a lack of action, and Ben is very limited in how much he can take action due to being a ghost. Even before he died, Ben can be categorized by his desired lack of action. In the bank robbery flashback, Ben is the only young Hargreeves that seems reluctant to do his part in the mission.

Viktor - Envy

Due to Reginald's manipulation, Viktor thought for most of their childhood they had no powers. From both the childhood flashbacks and the present-day siblings' interaction, it is clear that their perceived lack of powers separates them from their siblings. They feels like an outsider in their own family, and this feeling never went away. As a result, Harold is able to isolate and manipulate Viktor into causing the events of season 1 and possible the show.

#klaus hargreeves #the umbrella academy #allison hargreeves #ben hargreeves #diego hargreeves #luther hargreeves #number five #viktor hargreeves #reginald hargreeves #tua netflix

[disneywizard]

The Best Animated Series of 2022

2022.  Another year of Animation has come and gone, and so it is now time to do the one thing that I do on this site: make my top 10 list. This year should be an interesting mix, since I am allowing myself to put adult animated shows on the list for the first time.  But only if they are exceptional.  While this definitely made making this list harder this year, due to more content, it wasn’t as bad a deluge as I feared.  

Before we unveil the list, I also wanted to give a shout-out to the best thing that happened in 2022: the return of Gargoyles in comic form.  From Dynamite Publishing, written by series creator Greg Weisman.  Gargoyles is my favorite show of all time, it’s the reason I became enamored of Animation in the first place.  So I highly encourage everyone to check the comics out, if you can.  

And now for the list: Honorable Mentions: Green Eggs and Ham, Dragon Age Absolution, and Paranormal Park were all fantastic shows, I just thought that the following ten series were slightly better.  But all three of these shows ALMOST made the list as I was working on it, so I thought they belonged here.   And without further ado:

10) Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir

The French Action Adventure show about two superheroes in love with each other continues to go strong for it’s fourth and fifth seasons, which have included some of the best episodes of the show.  

Available on: Netflix (S1-3) Disney+ (S4 & 5*)  

9) Legend of Vox Machina

Man I wish someone would animate my D&D campaign.  

Available on: Amazon Prime.

8) Kid Cosmic and the Global Heroes!

Craig McCracken’s amazing superhero show is the first one on this list that officially ended this year, and went out quite strong.  I cried at the end of the series.  Definitely worth a look.

Available on: Netflix

7) Tales of the Jedi

I’m not much of a Star Wars fan.  It’s hard for me to even care outside of the Rebels series.  But this anthology series was so good, I’d be remiss to exclude it from the list.  

Available on: Disney+

6) The Dragon Prince: The Mystery of Aaravos

If I’m being honest, TDP was a bit weaker this season than previous showings.  We’ve had a time skip and the characters are now all in different places, which made it a little harder to get back into a groove with them.  But the story was still fantastic and I can’t wait to see how the next 4 seasons unfold.  

5) The Owl House

Why are you not watching this show?  You definitely SHOULD BE, it’s FANTASTIC.  The top four-through-two shows on this list were, IMO all so good, it was impossible to objectively place them in any order, so I’m listing them by my favorites.

Available on: Disney+  

4) Star Trek: Prodigy

This show taught me to love Star Trek again.  Everything from the voice work, to the animation, to the story is an absolute treat.  The easter eggs aren’t heavy handed, but will excite you trekkies when you see them, and the plot kept me fully excited and engaged all season long.

Available on: Paramount+

3) Amphibia

Another show we said goodbye to this year, the series finale had me in tears.  I just love these characters so much.  Everyone should watch this show, especially if they want something more from the property, and the defictionalized Marcy’s Journal hinted at some interesting future possibilities...

Available on: Disney+

2) Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous

Another show that we said goodbye to this year, Season 5 was an excellent close to the series, especially following the slightly weaker season 4.  The epilogue hinted at the possibility for further hijinks with these characters, and I hope we get them.  This is my favorite entry in a Movie Franchise that I already love.

Available on: Netflix

1) Young Justice Phantoms

WOO-HOO!  It’s here!  It’s finally here.  I can finally actually put the show I actually thought was the best of the year on my actual list, instead of just being an “Honorable Mention” like in past years.  This season was an incredible well written roller coaster of character and story arcs, that kept my attention and interest from beginning to end.  I cannot emphasize how good this show.  There was never any question where it was going to fall on my list, unlike the rest of the shows on here.  It was always going to be #1 because it was the best.  Watch it on HBOMAX while you still can, because given what has been happening over there lately, who who knows how long that will be.

Available on: HBOMAX, for now.  

#Gargoyles #Young Justice Phantoms #jurassic world camp cretaceous #amphibia #star trek prodigy #the owl house #The Dragon Prince: The Mystery of Aaravos #Tales of the Jedi #Kid Cosmic #Legend of Vox Machina #miraculous ladybug

[corner-stories]

plus-one

Mia Dearden. Dinah Lance. Courtney Whitmore. Gatherings. Dancing. Charcuterie Boards. 2275 words. (ao3.)

Being the only Arrow Family member available that weekend, Mia Dearden was granted the privilege of being Dinah Lance’s plus-one for a certain JSA event. Although, there was a slight chance that Ollie’s peculiar… acquaintanceship with Hawkman was a reason why Dinah hadn’t extended her invite to him. 

Nonetheless, Ted Grant’s birthday party had — thankfully — gone on without a hitch. After a dinner at a New York hotel ballroom, several members of the Justice Society had taken to the stage to give a speech to the old fart. 

Besides, how else could one pay tribute to a man who spent most of his life in a catsuit? 

Said members included the usual fossils — such as the Flash, Green Lantern, and the less good-looking Hourman — as well as fresher meat — like Black Canary, the other Wildcat, and the more good-looking Hourman. 

And of course, Ted himself gave a small speech of his own. Ted being Ted, he made sure that the phrases “old as fuck,” and “you little shits” were used liberally, as well as a comment about three generations of Doctor Mid-Nites giving him a prostate exam. 

Unsurprisingly, Courtney had made sure to record the startled reactions of Jay and Alan with her smartphone. 

Once the formalities were done, the events of the night shifted from a simple, sensible evening dinner, to something that a good chunk of the guests in attendance would actually be interested in.

Apparently, the younger members of the Justice Society of America really loved to dance. 

Despite reaching the base expectations of how a human should act in most — but not all — social situations, Mia wasn’t sure what to do with herself. As wall-mounted speakers blasted a steady flow of music into the room, she could only sit on the sides like an awkward potato as the many members of the JSA took to the ballroom dance floor. 

Despite the music being akin to that of an early 2000s middle school dance, it seemed that even the most stoic members of the JSA could admit that the rhythm was infectious. 

Suffice to say, everyone’s wildly different reactions to the lyrics “cha cha real smooth” had Mia either stifling her laughter or reacting in utter horror. 

Despite not knowing most of the room, there were at least some people that Mia recognized. 

Several members of the Flash Family were present in the ballroom, Bart being the one she was the most familiar with. He was currently dancing the night away alongside a redheaded member of the JSA, whom Mia had yet to properly meet, but via eavesdropping learned was Maxine.

Across the dance floor were more JSA members and associates that Mia had only read about in articles, magazines, and occasionally on computer files. 

The former members of the defunct Infinity Inc. had formed a dance circle in their little corner of the room. The older Green Lantern that wasn’t Uncle Hal was currently engaged in a drinking contest against Wildcat, the older Hourman was cheering both of them on. The hero Mia knew as Citizen Steel was dancing in a sea of little children that clung to him like tiny kittens. 

And most interestingly of all, Black Canary was currently dancing with her ex. 

Every once in a while Mia would glance to where Dinah was, as she had spent the last few songs next to Doctor Pieter A. Cross. Every article and interview Mia had seen with the man had put an image of a stoic, calculating physician in her head. 

However, seeing him smiling as he and his ex shared a friendly dance in a ballroom made Mia think otherwise.  

When the current song ended, Mia remained in her chair and took a sip of sparkling apple cider from a glass flute. As much as an adult beverage would make the evening a bit more tolerable, Mia was fully aware that living in the States again meant that she had to abide by certain rules. 

Plus, being in a room filled with the biggest boy scouts and old fogies of the superhero world didn’t help either. 

Just as the next song began to play — a classic tune about a milkshake that could bring several boys to a yard — Mia saw Dinah enter her line of sight. 

The older not-blonde stumbled off the dance floor with all the grace of a baby giraffe learning to walk. After tumbling onto the chair beside Mia, she began removing her heels. 

“Hey, Kid, do me a favor and hold these?” asked Dinah as she handed a shoe to Mia.  

Mia let out a chuckle as she accepted the sparkly footwear. “Wow, you’re really having fun out there, aren’t you?” 

“What did I tell you?” Dinah replied, stretching her arm out. Despite the music, the cracks and pops of her aging joints were as audible as ever. “These JSA folk really love to dance.” 

Mia laid back in her chair and kept her arms crossed, then gave Dinah a smirk. “So… does Ollie know you’re dancing with your ex?”

“Of course,” Dinah answered in a rather casual tone. “He’s met Pieter a few times so it’s not awkward. Well, not as awkward as it could be.” 

Suddenly, Mia was very tempted to ponder just how awkward the circumstances could be, and to what extent Dinah had initially expected. But after a moment’s thought, she decided it was best to keep her smart mouth shut. Just for tonight. 

After a few seconds, a server carrying a tray of filled champagne flutes walked past the table, prompting Dinah to take advantage of the moment and snag a glass of bubbly for herself.  

“Why don’t you get out there?” she asked just as she swiped the drink from the waiter.  

Mia shrugged and shook her head. She tried to ignore the uncomfortable knot now forming in her gut. 

“I dunno, I don’t know anyone here.” 

“Yeah, I get that,” Dinah said, then took a sip from her glass. “The roster just seems to be getting bigger every day. There’s about… 20 people here that I’ve never even met.” 

Mia managed a chuckle. As Dinah nursed her drink, the young archer looked towards the dance floor. The music had transitioned into something with a much faster tempo, a song from the 90s that expressed a fondness for rear ends and an inability to lie. 

It was certainly not Mia’s first choice for a gathering that involved so many 90-year-old men, but she had seen stranger things in the past. Much stranger things than one of the former Infinitors unironically yelling the phrase, “This is my jam!” 

Mia didn’t see exactly which Infinitor had said it, but her instincts were telling her that it was the green one. 

Dinah took another pull of her champagne, leaving half the glass full, then handed the flute to Mia. 

“I’m going back in,” she announced like a soldier preparing to re-enter the front lines. “Wish me luck.” 

Mia raised an eyebrow, but accepted the glass without question.

From her seat she watched as Dinah returned to the floor, slipping into the crowd of dancing Justice Society members, whether they be the younglings, the old fogies, or something in between. 

To Mia’s amusement, the Justice Society seemed to hold a rather strong passion for such an iconic, American tune. 

Never in Mia’s life did she think she would witness Power Girl dancing like she had been waiting for the moment since 1992, yet there Karen stood in a crowd of excited JSA-ers. 

After Mia drank the remaining bits of bubbly from Dinah’s glass, she stood up and made her way around the dance floor. Once she arrived at the snack table on the other side of the room, she began perusing the array of h’orderves the Justice Society had set up for the occasion. 

If two things could be said about the team, it was that they really liked songs about rear ends and knew how to make a killer charcuterie board. 

As Mia snacked on a slice of cold smoked pork, another person walked up next to her and reached for the same platter. 

Mia looked beside her and laid eyes on one of the more recognizable members of the Justice Society of America. 

Courtney Whitmore — or Stargirl, as the hero community knew her — reached for a piece of cheese on the corner of the serving board. 

“Sweet! There’s still some brie!” she cheered with an almost child-like grin. 

Mia had heard a few things about Stargirl, mainly that she was the successor to both Jack Knight and Sylvester Pemberton, a wielder of some mystical somewhat-sentient staff, and the modern Justice Society’s pride and joy. 

Most peculiarly, Stargirl was considered a role model for countless heroes in the society despite being one of the youngest members of the roster. 

With a reputation like that, Mia began to wonder why the Titans never bothered trying to recruit her into their ranks.  

Looking at her now, Stargirl seemed to be at ease during the event. She was donning a blue dress that wouldn’t be out of place during a mid-west senior prom, and aptly she was also sporting a pair of star-shaped earrings. If anything, she certainly knew how to be on-brand. 

As Mia reached for another morsel from the table, she noticed Courtney glancing over to her, then a surprised expression coming upon the other blonde’s face.

“Oh!” Courtney explained, quickly looking the archer up and down. “Arrowette, right?!” 

Although a part of Mia suddenly died inside like a beached whale, a quick breath helped her regain her composure. After reminding herself to smile, she shook her head.

“No, I’m the other one,” she answered almost playfully. “Uh… Speedy?” 

“Oh… oh ,” Courtney blinked, then appeared to be going through the seven stages of grief all at once. “Oh… oh god, Jesus take the wheel! I’m so sorry!” 

Mia had to admit that there was something amusing about the pride and joy of the JSA looking utterly mortified. 

“Nah, it’s fine,” Mia assured with a casual smile. “I get that a lot. My name’s Mia, by the way. I’m Dinah’s plus-one.” 

Courtney was in the process of taking a piece of brie and shoving it into her dumb mouth. After swallowing an excess of cheese, she gave Mia a smile that was tinged with just the slightest bit of unease. 

“I’m Courtney!” she said, covering her mouth as she spoke. “Been havin’ fun so far?” 

Mia gave a nod. “Yeah, definitely. Didn’t expect so much swearing from the speeches — but hey, there’s a first for everything.” 

Courtney laughed. “Yeah, that’s Ted for you.” With a fond smile, she rolled her eyes. “Jay told him to stop, but that just makes him do it more.”

Mia let out a chuckle, suddenly feeling a little more comfortable than she was minutes before. Additionally, the jitters and unrest that had plagued Courtney before seemed to have disappeared along with her mouthful of brie. 

“So uh… you know anyone here?” asked Courtney. “Aside from Dinah?”

Mia took in a breath and held it as she scanned the room. Even now she could only recognize about a quarter of the room, and that was just the people who didn’t wear masks in their hero lives. 

“Uh… not exactly. I mean… I know Bart,” Mia soon said, her lips now pressed into a straight line. “Been meaning to talk to him all night. Seems a bit busy though.”

The Star and the Archer looked to the dance floor to see the youngest member of the Flash Family in the place he had been all night, dancing his troubles away alongside Maxine. The fact that the two had finally met was either a miracle of nature or a disaster waiting to happen. 

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Courtney replied, nodding. “But hey, at least Maxine’s got a partner for the next time she puts on an impromptu experimental modern dance show.” 

With her eyes now widened, Mia looked at Courtney in surprise. The more she learned about the JSA the more intrigued she was getting to know the team. 

“Damn, I gotta hang out with you guys more often…” 

After a few moments the current song finished, then transitioned to something just as upbeat. The tune had just enough low-end synthesizers to make Mia feel the vibrations in her chest. 

“Ohhhhh, I love this song!” Courtney cheered, grinning from ear to ear. She looked at Mia and gently took her hand. “Come on! Let’s dance together!” 

The sensation of Courtney’s hand on Mia’s made her heart skip a beat. She felt her brain go blank for a few seconds, then finally brought herself back to reality with another quick breath. 

“Uhhh… sure, why not?” she tried. 

Courtney was certainly the most enthusiastic regarding the scenario. With an even wider smile she happily pulled Mia onto the floor. 

And suddenly Mia was where she thought she would never be all night, in between a group of people she didn’t really know, yet truly wished to. 

Looking forward now, Mia noted that Courtney Whitmore — as open and cheery as she could be — was still full of surprises, whether it be from the immediate kindness she was showing Dinah’s plus-one, or the fact that she danced in a way that could remind one of a chicken. 

Nonetheless, Mia tried not to think of trivial things and instead thought of anything else, like how to move her limbs to the rhythm booming throughout a New York hotel ballroom, or how her night with the JSA was going a lot better than she expected. 

#Mia Dearden #Dinah Lance #Courtney Whitmore #Ted Grant #Pieter Cross #JSA #Maxine Hunkel #Bart Allen #DC #things i edited at 5AM

[688199]

gagamaru being best boy before blue lock, a random ass fanfic

note : i was watching liverpool everton match while writing this so there might be a lot of mistakes since i got distracted. nonetheless please enjoy the writings of my unhinged mind. also check out my twitter for more shit @goatmarugin i basically vomit out gagamaru content on a daily basis

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It was just another uneventful day for gagamaru, not that he found any issue with it. In fact, he liked this boring life. More than anything, it was peaceful, and that was what he valued most of all. To others he might seem lonely, but this was not the case. He did have friends, most of which came from his school’s football club. He’d hang out with them during school hours like any normal person would. But as soon as school ended, he’d rather head home than go gallivanting about. And today was no different. 

While gagamaru was walking his usual route, he decided to take a short detour to the local convenience store. If he remembered correctly, the latest issue of his favourite comic magazine, weekly young jump, was published earlier today. so of course, he had to get a copy of his own. 

The sun was already setting below the horizon, wrapping the world in it’s salmon pink glow. With autumn rolling by, leaves were turning a majestic shade of orange and brown. Gagamaru strolled through the neighbourhood and stared at the breathtaking scenery around him, pace slowing slightly. How lucky he was to be in the present moment, he thought. Nothing was certainly more beautiful than nature. A hint of a smile flickered on his face. 

Before he knew it, gagamaru found himself already at the entrance of the convenience store. He pushed the doors open and a bell jingled quietly. Other than him, there were a few other people in the store. A small group of grown ups were buying cheap bear and cigarettes, and a college student was eating a bento box by himself. Gagamaru glanced at the sad looking meal as he made his way to the magazine stand. He couldn't imagine himself eating something so chock full of preservatives and chemicals. It was like stripping food off of it’s natural nutrients and flavour. What purpose was nature if you drowned it in fake stuff? Nonetheless, his stomach still grumbled.

“Ah, I should hurry…” Gagamaru mumbled silently to himself. After he picked out a copy of young jump, he headed to the counter to pay. In front of him was one of the grown ups from before. The man’s was obviously intoxicated, his cheeks red and his eyes glazed over. His words slurred as he talked to the teenage cashier, who looked visibly uncomfortable. 

“Yer well endowed for yer age, definitely my type… wadda have a few drinks with me?” He chortled. The cashier tried her best to avoid the situation by softly requesting for him to leave, but the man was stubborn. He raised his voice, anger rising. “Why not? Yer just a broke slut ain’t cha? I jus’ know it. Issit cuz ya think I’m ugly? Well d’ya bitch?” He grunted, leaning over the counter to grab the cashier’s collar. The cashier tried to fight back to no avail, the man’s grasp was too strong for her to overcome. Tears flowed down as she weakly blocked her face, preparing for a blow. Just before the man could put his greasy hands on her, Gagamaru pulled him back. 

“Uhm, would you please stop, you’re holding up the line.” Gagamaru liked to keep peace and preferred to stay out of messy situations. But this time, his sense of justice took over his usual attitude. The man stumbled backwards and fell hard onto the ground. This made him even more pissed. 

“Who the fuck d’ya think yer are huh? Din’ yer folks tell ya to respect yer elders? God damn kids these days, think they so tough an’ all, since them folks do nothin, imma gon fuckin give ya a beatin to teach- ” But the moment the man regained his senses and took one look at gagamaru, his face paled. He didn’t think the high schooler who stopped him was going to be that large. He expected a puny teenager, not someone who towered easily twenty centimetres over him. Furthermore, upon closer look, the high schooler’s body was ripped. It wasn’t noticeable at first, making him look scrawny, but now that the man sobered up a bit, the toned muscles were definitely there. He scrambled to his feet, mumbled something to himself and meekly shuffled out the door with his colleagues. One of them hastily forced out an apology as the door swung shut. The cashier let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you so much for your help.” 

“It’s nothing.” Gagamaru replied while he placed back a box of packet tissues that had fallen. He then handed her the magazine and fished out his wallet for notes. However, she didn’t ask him to pay. Instead, she handed him a plastic bag with the magazine inside. He furrowed his brows.

“It’s free, as thanks.” She smiled, pressing the bag into his hands. It was a kind act and he appreciated it very much. After all, it wasn’t every day he was recognised for his efforts. Still, gagamaru couldn’t accept it just like that, so as he was leaving, he quickly dropped a few coins into the change tray. 

“Wait!” The cashier called out to him. Confused, gagamaru looked back over his shoulder, wondering if he missed anything out or left anything behind. To his surprise, the cashier simply blushed and brushed it off. Strange… But he thought nothing much else of it. With one last nod, he left the convenience store, his mind half in a daze. A bell jingled as the door closed.

By the time this whole ordeal was over, the sun had set and the sky was a deep indigo blue. Whispery dots of light were strewn across it like glitter on a canvas. It was too dark to read the magazine so gagamaru decided to save it for later, when he was eating dinner. 

The more he walked towards his house, the more the lights illuminating his path disappeared. Soon, a sprawling forest overhung him, watching his every step like guardian angels. 

After minutes of more trekking, the forest opened up to reveal a small cabin. It was old and had vines crawling all over, but nonetheless, it was home. In an instant, his mind felt at ease. Taking a long, deep breath, he yelled: 

“Grandma! I’m back!”

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Hercule Poirot

Morality

Poirot’s morality is interesting, to say the least. I had expected to have him in a certain position on my scale, but I think that I have found a more suitable place. He’s placed at the light grey section, near to the white, but not quite there. This is because he’s not a” good” person, but he’s not a “bad” person, and, most importantly of all, he’s not an immoral person.

The reason why he’s not considered a “bad” person is because of the reason why he solves mysteries. It’s not only for amusement, where solving cases gives him a thrill and excitement due to their difficulty and how challenging they could be, but it’s also for justice. Most importantly, it’s for helping people. This was something that he mentioned in “Death in the Clouds”, where he said that justice is a good word to describe his motive for being a detective. He then explained that the reason why he does his job is to help the innocent. He cares about people deeply, and he wants to help them because he realises that he’s more privileged than some people, which makes him feel that he needs to help those little weak innocent ones, who are not as fortunate as he is. The reason why he thinks this was is because he’s religious, and that’s why he’s not an immoral man. He knows “right” and “wrong”, and he tries to do the “right” as much as possible within his cases, where he tries to clear people’s names and help them reach better things in life.

Despite being a religious man with an extremely strong moral code, he’s not a fully “good” person. That’s simply impossible, because it’s unrealistic even for a character. It’s also because he sometimes refuses to help others out of vanity. He knows his position as a detective, and he wouldn’t take simple cases, even if it meant helping someone, because it simply doesn’t interest him. This results in him harming people, even if it’s done in an indirect manner. Alongside that, he boasts about his abilities, which may be something that’s understandable since he isn’t lying, but it’s something that’s considered “bad”.

Overall, he is a “good” person, as he truly wants to help people, but his pride and prestige sometimes get in the way, which results in him not taking cases, even if they’d help people.

Personality and insecurities

Poirot is a remarkable and memorable character, although he is not as popular as some other detectives are. His personality factors into why he’s so unforgettable. 

He’s, obviously, incredibly smart and observant. He prides himself deeply on his observation skills and ability to catch criminals. His method of reasoning, the way that he solves his cases, is undoubtedly induction, which, I find, is quite the common method of reasoning when it comes to fictional detectives. The reason why it’s induction is because he likes to gather all of his evidence before coming to a conclusion. He likes to know all that there is to know related to the case, even if it may seem irrelevant to someone else, and, through all of these little details, he reaches a conclusion about the identity of the criminal. 

A unique characteristic of his is that he’s very particular about things. Because of his observational skills, he’s able to notice most details, even tiny hidden ones, which is extremely helpful in his field of work. However, because he’s able to notice the tiniest of differences, he’s able to spot if there’s something that he deems imperfect within the way that someone is dressing or within his food, which makes him a bit irritating to deal with.

A trait that would, at a first glance, seem out-of-character for Poirot is being caring. He is quite caring, however, and he could be rather fatherly as well. He could tell when people are in vulnerable positions and he knows that they need all the help that they could get, even if they don’t necessarily express that. Their situations and their position him feel compelled to help them, which is what results in his father-like behaviour at times. This characteristic links with his morality. 

Although he’s technically an introvert, he’s very sociable and friendly. He’s always willing to engage in polite small talk with people, even if they’re not necessarily connected to his cases. He understands that humans are very complex beings; he, of all people, would be able to comprehend that the characters of people consist of many aspects, which is why he’s always polite and respectful to everyone as long as they do the same for him.

He’s known to be very prideful and very vain. He’s a character whom I’d call a peacock. He knows that he’s better than everyone in an aspect; he’s fully aware that he’s smarter than most people that he has met, and, because he knows it’s a fact, he thinks that it’s not a problem if he lets the world know, which is why he isn’t considered likeable to some people.

At a faraway glance, Hercule Poirot has no fears. What could he fear, after all? I was able to only identify one fear for him, and I think that there might be more that I could discover once I read more about his character.

He is afraid of failure. It’s very simple why he would, actually. If he were to fail, he helped no one. If he were to fail, justice isn’t served. If he were to fail, he shouldn’t have his title, which he worked hard to get. This is because, simply, he’s a perfectionist, and he wouldn’t settle for anything less than what he deems as perfect, and that extends to his own work as well. If it’s not perfect, then it should not exist. This is why he adamantly refuses to share his thoughts before reaching a final conclusion, and it’s also why he tries to gather as much information as possible before forming a conclusion. Because what if they are wrong? That means that the great Hercule Poirot has been less than perfect, and that simply cannot be.

Conclusion

Poirot is a very interesting character. There are a lot of layers to him and he’s slowly becoming one of my favourite detectives. I hope that I did him justice within this analysis, because I haven’t read many of Christie’s Poirot works. I watched the 1989 series, where David Suchet was Poirot (and I really admire his work. It’s simply brilliant). Because of this, I feel like there are some details that I could’ve gotten inaccurately or that I entirely missed. I truly hope that I portrayed his character properly within this analysis.

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