#I can't remember if I had an actual name for it so that'll do

[zegrasdrysdale]

[ one day ] j. hughes

paring : Jack Hughes x fem!reader

summary : (Y/N) accidentally distracts Jack while he’s being interviewed in their home for a day in the life of a Devils player documentary that's being filmed, and Jack brings up the idea of a proposal

warning(s) : a quick mention of suggestive content but no actual sex

author’s note : i don’t understand how this plot came to be and tbh it's kinda stupid but i’m taking it and running with it

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Jack being one of NHL's most popular players has it's pros and cons. Today is one of those cons that they both hate. Jack is being followed around for the day to film a Devils documentary that follows players during their off days. Jack being one of the Devils' star players means he had to do the documentary.

That was before (Y/N) talked him into it. She didn't realize how intense it would all be. An entire film crew has set up in their living room with big cameras and lighting. They have made themselves very much at home after knocking on their door at the crack of dawn.

The two of them were having a really good morning in bed together when the film crew came knocking. Lots of naked cuddles and kisses were exchanged when a knock rang out through their apartment. It ruined both of their moods.

They stand in their kitchen and watch the crew finish setting up from the island counter. Jack is now dressed in a dark grey Devils hockey t-shirt with black sweatpants that have a Devils logo on the pant leg.

"Do you want me in this?" (Y/N) questions. Jack looks over at her with a confused look on his face. "I mean, we've been mostly quiet about our relationship so I completely understand if you don't want me to be apart of your episode of the documentary."

Jack shakes his head as soon as the words pass her lips. "No, I want you in this, (Y/N)," he tells her. "It's a documentary about a day in my life and you're a really big part of my life so of course I want you in this. Just let me do the interview really quick then we can act like it's a normal day."

The woman doing the interview is one of the Devils reporters, but (Y/N) can't remember her name at the moment. She sits opposite Jack in the comfy chair. The camera over her shoulder is pointed at Jack.

While Jack is being interviewed, (Y/N) goes to her room to get ready for their insane day ahead. She needs to put on some actual clothes too. All she's been wearing since she got out of bed is one of Jack's t-shirts and a pair of really small shorts. Not exactly what she wants to be wearing if she's going to be followed around for most of the day by people that work for the Devils.

She can hear some of the questions being asked while she's getting changed. They're the usual questions. Asking about how the season is going for him, how he's been recovering from that shoulder injury that kept him off the ice for a handful of games, and how it's been having his brother on the team with him. Sometimes Jack's sassy side comes out. He's never been the one to hide how he's feeling when answering questions.

To mess with Jack a little bit, and to kind of surprise him when he's done with the interview, (Y/N) grabs Jack's Devils hoodie that he wears to practice sometimes. His number sits on her chest and it's a little too big. She pairs the black hoodie with a pair of jeans that are ripped at the knee. She throws her hair up into a high ponytail and puts on light makeup just to cover any blemishes or pimples that'll pop out on camera.

When she leaves their bedroom, Jack is talking about how amazing it is to be considered one of the league's best players.

"It's always the goal to be one of the best in whatever sport you play," Jack is saying as she walks through the living room. "I, um, didn't think it would happen, uh, so early on in my, um, career." (Y/N) looks over and sees that Jack has his eyes on her. "Sorry. Got distracted." There's a smile on his face when he sees what she's wearing.

The reporter turns and looks at (Y/N). "I didn't know your girlfriend lived with you, Jack," she says as she turns back to him. (Y/N) smiles and starts to make some coffee.

"One of the best decisions I have ever made," Jack says from the living room. "Getting to fall asleep with her in my arms and waking up with her wrapped around me is an honor. We've been together for over two years now and it's been incredible. My parents and brothers all love her, but not nearly as much as I do."

(Y/N) smiles to herself as the coffee brews. Her back is to him at the moment so he can't see the smile.

The way Jack talks about her sometimes makes her fall in love with him a little more. She talks about him like that all the time to friends and family, but knowing he's saying all of this in front of a camera for a documentary makes what he'[s saying a little more special. He isn't holding back because he's on camera.

"That's so cute," the interviewer says. "Could we be expecting a Jack Hughes proposal soon?"

"We'll see what happens," Jack replies. That causes her to spin around immediately and look at Jack. The smile that was on his face is still there as their eyes meet from two different rooms. Her smile grows bigger.

They've never talked about marriage. Both of them are very happy with where they are at in their relationship so they both not rushing to walk down the aisle. Plus, they're 21 and 22 respectively so they're still really young. They don't have to get married right now.

The interview goes by without another mention of marriage, or (Y/N). She's okay with that because this is about Jack and his accomplishments as NHL's rising star. He's come a long way since his rookie year.

(Y/N) was around that year but they weren't together. They were close friends at that point so she saw every day how Jack struggled his rookie year. He struggled with hockey and he struggled with what people were saying about him online. Calling him a NHL bust despite being drafted first overall.

They grew closer that year and it was during his sophomore season when they got together. She's been super supportive of him since he got drafted, but especially after his rookie year.

Jack quickly excuses himself before he gets mic'd up for the rest of the day. She's pouring coffee into two mugs for both of them when Jack comes up behind her and wraps his arms around his girlfriend.

"I know we never talked about it but-"

"Yes, I'd like to get married to you one day, Jack," (Y/N) interrupts as she turns in his arms. He presses her against the counter with one hand and takes his hot coffee in his other. "We don't have to rush into anything though. I'm happy with where we are and you're still trying to prove yourself in the NHL."

"So one day?" he asks.

She leans forward and kisses him softly and quickly. "One day."

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[dxrksong]

Jason 13 au memes part two

Bruce: *slams a door on accident*

Batfam: you slam door on Brood? YOU SLAM DOOR ON BROOD LIKE GROUNDINGS???! OH!! OH JAIL FOR FATHER!!! JAIL FOR FATHER FOR 1000 YEARS!!!!

Jason 13, calling Danny on speed dial: JAIL FOR FATHER!!!!

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Kitty:

Jason:

Kitty: YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU WERE BUILT LIKE A BRICK HOUSE!!!!!

Jason: to be fair, I forgot???

Kitty: speaking of which, hows that going out for you?

Jason: it's been....emotional.....not to mention the whord of shades trying to mother hen me 24/7

Kitty: I've been meaning to ask you about those.

Jason: I thought you wanted to talk about our relationship?

Kitty: we have communication rings, we can do that later. I'm more worried about the tall intimidating city spirit behind you.

Jason: oh that's just Gotham

Kitty:

Gotham: *tall black lady that can kick your ass* ;)

Kitty, sweating:

Jason: don't worry, she's nice. She's just a litte over protective of her kids.

Kitty: there's MORE of you????

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Kitty:

The batfam:

Kitty, surrounded by baby ghost cores like stray kittens: I don't know what's worse. How much they look like you or the inane urge to just adopt them all, oh nooooooooooo!!

Jason: now you know how it feels old man.

Bruce: *confused in bat*

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Kitty:

Catwoman:

Kitty: crimes?

CatWoman: hell yes, kitten!

[LATER]

Jason: WHO THE FUCK DYED MY SUIT PINK?!?!?!

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Kitty: you know considering my name it's a little odd that you're the one being all cat like.

Jason, laying his head on her lap while she cards through his hair: shut uuup, it's not like I can ask anyone else for attention like this. It'd be weeeeiiiird.

Kitty: *sighs* better hope you didn't leave your comm on.

Jason:

Kitty: Johnny.

Jason: I can't remember if I turned it off or not

Dick: you know little wing, if you wanted attention you could've just asked-

Jason: SHIT!!!!!!

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Spectra: so are you still dating him or..?

Kitty: you know? We died basically around the same time and we were introduced to each other first before anyone else, so we kinda just stuck together. And really everyone had kinda just started calling us boyfriend and girlfriend, and we just didn't think otherwise to correct them.

Ember: wait, so you two HAVEN'T been dating??

Kitty: it was never official, if anything it was an ongoing bet to see how long it would last before people started to notice. We're more like.....siblings but not quite. Or emotional support ghosts for each other.

Spectra: that....actually makes a lot of sense. You two are hardly seen without the other and you haven't exactly been dead for long, so it would make sense you're still settling down from the trauma of dying.

Kitty: did you just psychoanalise me?!

Spectra: You basically gave it to me on a silver platter!! It's a force of habit!!!

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Jason: hey squishy

Blob ghost in Johnny 13's bike: ?

Jason: think you can get this blob ghost out of my corpse-

Squishy: *Rev's backwards out of the bat cave*

Jason: ouch! Not even my own pet will help a zombie out.

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Danny: so how you feelin Jason?

Jason, sarcastically: oh just great, I've only had ONE murderous breakdown this week due to Zom!

Danny: Zom????

Jason: the blob ghost possessing me.

Danny: You named it????!

Jason: WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?!?! IT'S A FREAKING BLOB GHOST, IT'S NOT LIKE IT HAD A NAME BEFORE!!!!!

Danny:

Jason:

Danny: I'm telling frostbite-

Jason: Don't you DARE!

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Dick: Hey, Jason? Can you come over? I need your help.

Jason, muffled by a humming noise: sorry, I don't think that'll be possible at the moment?

Dick: what do you mean by that Jay, and what is that sound?

Jason, swallowed into the shadows and getting fussed over by the shades: would you believe me if I said I got readopted by shades?

Dick: U Wot?

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Batman: Jason, what's this about shades adopting you??

Jason: look I didn't ask for it, it just happened.

Bruce: and are they....good? Parents?

Jason: well they like putting me in shadow jail alot.

Batman: Shadow jail?????

Jason: not to mention the constant babying-

Bruce: WHAT?!?!

Jason: ?! Jeez Bruce!! Wha-

Bruce: YOU LET THEM BABY YOU?!?!?!

Jason:

Bruce: I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO DO THAT SINCE THE FIGHTING STARTED!!!!

Jason: .....are-are you JEALOUS?!

Bruce:

Bruce >:'(

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Dick: ok, so to recap! *pulls out a projector and a Google slide document*

Dick: Jason got reanimated by something going awry and messing with reality, accidentally reviving Jason. *click* He gets scooped up by Talia and revives him fully. *click* this leaves him with powers and uncontrollable emotional problems *click* apparently he can talk to ghosts and they are often friendly to him back. *click* so much so, according to Jason himself, he has been adopted by the entirety of the ghost population in Gotham *click* including the SPIRIT of Gotham herself.

*it's a vague drawing of what Gotham looks like*

Dick: any questions?

Tim: yeah, uh. Who's that?

Danny: hi! :D

Dick: no clue, next question!

Danny: I'm phantom! I used to beat Jason up when he used to go by Johnny 13!

Batfam:

Cass: does the Lazarus pit taste like lemonade?

Dick: no, it tastes more like sprite.

Duke: wait-how do you-

Dick: NEXT QUESTION!

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Jason, 'living on his own':

The Shades: :)

Squishy: :)

Gotham sometimes: :)

Kitty: :P

Danny: >:)

The various bird and/or bat: :)

Damien: :

Ember: lmao I'm the older one now! >:D

Spectra: (usually only when Kitty shows up)

Skulker: (target practice training) >:)

Technus: (built Johnny's bike believe it or not) >:)

The box ghost: (this man has dad energy, change my mind) >:)c

The lunch lady: (every growing ghost needs proper calories!) :)

Jason: ...............I need a bigger house....

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Batman steps into the batcave to see green fire everywhere, Jason in his ghost form, and Damien trying to stab him with a sword.

Damien: it was Todd's idea!

Jason: Damien, you fucking snitch!

Batman: language!

Damien: yeah Hood, watch your fucking language!

Batman: DAMIEN!

(Reference to this)

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Jason: remind me why you're here again?

Danny: what? Like I can't visit my favorite Rouge?

Jason: I thought that was plasmius?

Danny: he's my arch nemesis, not a rouge! He doesn't count!

Jason: if you say so. But why am I your favorite, and I'm pretty sure I no longer qualify to be one of your rouges?

Danny: dude you're the only one I can have a serious conversation about! Vlad's a fruitloop!!

Jason: yeah but at least he knows what he's taking about half the time.

Danny: psh. 'Half the time'

Danny:

Danny: you can still turn into Johnny, right?

Jason: I mean if I concentrate real hard I guess? But it'll take a lot of energy.

Danny: wanna convince Vlad he's going insane?

Jason: only if I can record it.

Danny: DEAL!

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[m1ssunderstanding]

Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 3.3

John having to get high out of his mind because he knows he's invited Paul to come play with him is so so sad. These are the same guys who used to sit facing each other on a bed playing guitars for hours, and now this is them?

Is John calling Paul “Jack Lemon” a reference to “some like it hot”? Because if so, I have questions. Anyway, when your estranged best friend shows up to hang out with you and a bunch of people, talking about being in love again and getting jizzed on is extremely normal and acceptable behavior.

This jam session is so fucking painful though. Paul's doing his best to just push through and get them to actually play something and John's just too far gone.

My theory: there's two reasons he did this. 1. He's avoidant and the last thing he's going to do is let on how bad he needs John in his life and how scared he is that if John gets back with Yoko that that'll be difficult. And 2. He couldn't live with himself if he didn't. If he'd kept it from John that Yoko wanted him back and later John cried to him about how much he missed Yoko or something? Paul can't have that.

John singing a snatch of Yesterday before a take of “Whatever gets you through the Night”??? Did either of them ever write a song where they weren't thinking about the other? Did they ever have a minute of peace without the other rattling the bars of the cage in his brain?

“Hold me Darling, come on, listen to me. I won't do you no harm.” Duh it's about Paul. Oh my gosh.

And with Bless You I'm always so torn. There are so many obvious references to Paul which the doc points out beautifully, but situationally it could also be about Yoko. Maybe it's about both of them in the same way that don't let me down is about both of them.

Anyway the cosmic visuals are gorgeous.

Why'd you have to phrase it like that though? Twice?

Hall of Fame moment. It's a high point for him career-wise and he chose to pull Paul into his spotlight. Not only to sing Paul's song, not only to name-drop him, but to publicly call him an official romantic title. Not “boyfriend” or “ex-wife” which both could've been much more mocking if that's what he was trying to do. But “fiance”. It's official and respected, but it's still got the lustful, unsettled, connotation that something like “husband” lacks.

Johann Weener, everyone. What a loser.

Everyone who still refers to Lennon Remembers like it's the fucking Bible listen to this. It doesn't go on for the next five years, let alone fifty.

John refusing to walk to blocks to sign the papers when George and Paul flew over the ocean. And only on the basis of astrology. He really didn't want the divorce. My heart aches for him. But he made his bed as they say.

I'm putting on my tinfoil hat again here, but I do just have to point out that one of John's first songs, “Hello, Little Girl,” has a line that goes, “you never seem to see me standing there”. And the earliest draft of WISHST, which was started soon after, answers that line. “I saw you standing there.” (Yes, it said you originally, not her). So maybe. Just maybe. That song wasn't just a Paul song, but a song that John knew Paul had put a message in for him. Okay, I apologize for the insanity. On another note, I do wonder if he ever found out what Paul thought of that.

Interviewer: ≈ at this point, do you like writing by yourself, or do you want to write with Paul again?≈ John: ≈well it's a bit of both. It's the same for Paul. We were talking about it a week ago. Okay, cool. So they definitely talked openly and honestly about potentially writing together again.

John, about their partnership, “There was always the feeling that someone was there if you needed it.” Paired with the gayest picture ever taken and then Paul singing “if I can do anything at all, let me help.” Thanks. I hate it.

John was so excited for New Orleans! What happened? I mean I have my theory based on May's book and the sudden shift in behavior. But it's pretty dark.

You know how crazy Paul is about John in interviews now? How he can't seem to keep John's name out of his mouth? John was worse in the seventies. He's promoting his Rock’n’Roll album, talking unprompted and romantically about how he met Paul, when the interviewer reminds him what relationship he's supposed to be romanticizing right now. So John remembers too and dedicates the album to Yoko who he's just got back together with.

Biconic quote.

Interviewer asks, after John's brought him up, if John's pleased with how well Paul's doing. John expresses his relief that Ringo has "found himself a niche" and then

I really do think that last bit sums up a big chunk of how John feels about Paul, and why he feels alright playing dirty against Paul or slagging Paul off. Why it would have been the furthest thing from his mind that Paul actually struggled or was insecure. Why Paul had to remind him, “I'm only a person like you, love.”

What an insane thing to think, let alone say. What if Julian had heard that? I'm pretty sure Julian and Paul weren't in contact, really at all, until the eighties, right? So John's doing better than he is at this point (I mean he's his dad, he should be). John is insecure about every possible thing and compares himself to Paul in every possible way.

Baby. He needed some serious help. The thing that sucks about being ahead of your time is that you also have to live in a world that's behind your needs.

And then. “There's always a friendly tv channel to turn to that's going to make you feel less alone.” I wonder if Paul “Call Me Back Again, John I know you're not that tired from the baby just let me in the fucking door” McCartney heard this? It's possible with how obsessive they were, but it's also impossible with how busy he kept himself.

Okay, here's the first story we've been missing about Paul experiencing negative emotions. And, of course, as always in this doc, it's paired perfectly with “Don't Let it Bring you Down” which is the musical mission statement of Paul's clenched-jawed smile philosophy.

"I tend to get a bit absolute in my statements." Yes, John. Yes you do. Another quote that Big Lennon fans should keep in mind.

John on the three weeks he took to decide if he wanted to continue the band after the first Hamburg trip: The others were mad because we could've been making money. Yeah, John, Paul suddenly had to work in a factory after he'd thrown away an educated, white-collar career (the first in his family) to be in your band. I'd be pissed too if you just didn't even bother to call. Anyway I just hate how casual John is about it. Someone who never had to worry about money is just never going to get that.

John doesn't even remember a ballpark number of how much they were making. Paul remembers exactly bragging to his professors that he was making fifteen a week in Hamburg. Sorry to go on and on about this right before Paris, but to me it's an important difference between them.

Anyway, the fact that Paris was more than just a vacation for them. The fact that – according to Stuart and John at least – they might not have come back. It's dizzying. They really thought about just running off together. I wonder what made them decide to come back and continue the band.

No offense if you do, but I don't personally believe in this stuff. What would the motivation have been for the tarot reader to tell him that? Either way, fuck him.

Gosh the live version of “Call Me Back Again”. You feel it, physically, how bad he wants this phonecall. And the desperation from such a successful man is fantastic. Literally, John, how did it feel to be the only man in the world that could get Paul McCartney to beg? “Pretty baby” “what can I do?” “Boohoohoo babe.” “I tried the operator, but I just can't get through.”

Reporter at the Wings over America tour: No John Lennon, no George Harrison, and no Ringo Starr, just Paul McCartney. And for everyone here tonight, that seemed to be plenty! Obviously he's loving this praise after all the negative press. Anyone would, and Paul needs it more than most people actually. But I bet part of him is like “stop. Don't say it like that, they already hate me enough as it is.”

How many times has John admitted that he finds Paul attractive? “It was no surprise, you know, when the kids – girls saw him, they go ‘ooh! Ooh!’ right away, you know?”

“I know it's true. It's all because of you.” Playing over this? Are you kidding me? Anyway I've never seen the picture version of this, so I thought I'd screenshot it.

But actually, in a way, the original written lyrics to Now and Then are less depressing than what he sang on the demo. “I know it's true, I'm still in love with you, and if I make it through, it's all because of you,” is obviously sad because they're both married to other people. But at least in that version, John's saying his own personal resilience to life's struggles comes from his relationship with Paul, which is nice. Whereas when John, who is sliding into a self-hating deep depression I'm comparing himself to Paul's phenomenal success, sings “it's all because of you” in a general sense, it almost feels like a callback to the ‘I'm shit and I couldn't do anything but be a Beatle (and ride Paul's boat)’ quote. Which is heartbreaking. I wish he could've recognized his own genius.

But yeah either way it's enough to make your heart heavy. If anyone needs a good cry, just go to the last five minutes of this. That should've been the now and then music video, but Paul's too scared of feelings. Which. You know. Considering how much it affects me, I can't even imagine how much it affects him. So he gets a pass.

“Why must we be alone? It's real love. It's real.”

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[yandere-sins]

What do you think, could yan Diluc secretly give darling an aphrodisiac to drink because of desperation?

I can see him clutching the damn vial of poison that'll make his darling dripping wet, ready to be filled by the only person available to them—Diluc. He hates the idea. Hates that he needs to resort to such dirty tricks, but his cock has been hard for days. If he doesn't get to bury it in at least your hot, ragged breath, he might have to kill a lot of people to get it out of his system for the lack of a better way to calm himself. Cold baths in the rivers haven't done anything for him ever since he accidentally imagined you skinny-dipping with him.

It's not an actual poison, but he knows it will cloud your mind and heat up your body to the point of pain. To the point where you'll be writhing on the floor, desperate and sobbing in need. He could never get you on your knees, begging him to fuck you without a little extra help, and the thought of your hazy eyes alone is nearly sending him over the edge. No amount of hitting his head against a wall will banish the thought of tears brimming your eyes as you ask him to help you, to make the burning go away. To be the protector he swore to be.

Nor will violence make the idea of you becoming a sloppy mess, moaning and screaming his name, any less orgasm-inducing. There's already a wet stain on his pants when Diluc enters your room, but he holds back until you had a sip of your drink before pouncing. Diluc would have preferred a more natural approach to getting you the pleasure you deserve. Still, the least he can do is wipe the excess aphrodisiac from your lips and lick it off before crashing his mouth to yours. 

It's not even just for his pleasure. You, well-fucked and satiated, will probably help let off some much-needed steam for both of you. You can scratch, bite, and punch him as much as you want, but nothing takes away the stress like a good mingling of bodies and a proper pounding. Diluc won't rest until enough orgasms leave you that you are barely alive in his arms, only to push you into another one for good measure. There's nothing more erotic than your limb body, drool dripping from your mouth with the incoherent gargles, and the knowledge that he did that to you. That it was Diluc that sent you to Celestia and brought you back with just his efforts (and cock). And, well, good old aphrodisiac.

But it will all be worth it when you still remember the feeling of his cock filling you days later, Diluc not touching you, and keeping his visits short. When in the weak, lonely moments, his adoring gaze fills your mind, making your body throb with the desire to do it again. To have him on top of you, sweating, smiling sweetly, telling you how much he loves you and how perfect you are while he absolutely wrecks your body with his desire. The way his cock filled you completely, hitting all the good spots and making you cum continuously, fluids dripping from you as if you were loose even though you were just filled to the brim. You'll even get turned on from remembering the room smelling like two pigs in heat got it on for hours after hours filled with confessions and orgasms. It's all so shameful to admit, and you hate the hold these memories have on you. And yet, you can't help but touch yourself as you imagine Diluc consuming you entirely once more, your hands never enough.

You might be too ashamed to ask, but Diluc already has a second vial in his desk drawer waiting for you, just in case you don't have to courage to be honest with yourself without help.

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[mikareo]

⌗ SEASONS OF LOVE ₊ ˖ ་. a 呪術廻戦 miniseries

“ ࣭⸰ ★ SERIAL ROMANTIC ; gojo satoru x fem reader ⠀ ꒰ . . episode one ! ꒱ . . . word count; 1.2k ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ᯇ remember when we first met?

⊹ ⠀⠀ you might possibly be the least helpful person in the world when it comes to making a hinge profile...gojo can attest to that.

contains; gojo satoru x fem reader, university (year 2) au, fluff, gojo's a dick, swearing, best friends to lovers, love triangle

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"y'know, i'd appreciate it if you could help at least a little bit."

gojo can feel your hard glare targeting him, piercing into his skull like a red laser beam, yet still chooses to ignore you. he doesn't understand why you can't just finish unpacking later. you're kind of being a buzzkill. yes, he'd be a better friend if he continued to help you unpack your boxes and organize your cluttered dormitory; but he's got more important things to do. things that require his complete and utmost attention. things that are life or death on a college campus. things that will make or break his entire young adult experience...

...things like finishing his hinge profile!

"i promise— wait no. i pinky promise i'll put all of your shit away later, just tell me which photos to pick for this prompt, i'm stuck." he's begging and pleading for you to focus on him, which isn't unusual when dealing with a narcissist such as himself. c'mon. c'mon. gojo knows exactly how to win you over. it really isn't that hard. all he has to do is beg and whine a little, give you some puppy dog eyes, and you'll do whatever he says! there's no way he's actually going to put all of your clothes away; that'll take like...forever.

with an eye roll in response to the cheer of joy gojo lets out, you set your boxes to the side and lay beside him on the carpet. he can feel your nose tickling his neck as you lean close to see his screen, and he wonders why his heart skips a beat. eh, it's probably nothing.

"this is so dumb, satoru." you point to his screen, your finger directed at his favorite prompt so far.

don't hate me if i: have blue eyes

"okay, wait!" he flicks your forehead, laughing as you pout, and clicks on the 'add image' prompt. "it's like a thing now! girls hate guys with baby blues like mine!" being handsome is so hard nowadays.

if he asked anyone at jujutsu university who the biggest player on campus is, they'd name him off without blinking twice. while only being a freshman last year, gojo managed to become a household (or a dorm-hold?) name that'll be talked about for years after he graduates. there may be a possibility he's either flirted or made out with every girl in his graduating class, not including you, all in one school year. without the use of dating apps, he went on a total of eighty-seven first dates from august to june; albiet seeing a few girls more than a few times for some special alone time, if you get what he means; and he had the absolute time of his life and needs to recreate that thrill again.

"you don't need an app to get girls, you get plenty already."

ugh why do you always have to rain on his parade?

"obviously i don't need an app, but it's way more fun this way." he argues, "imagine if i hit a hundred first dates before may. i'd break last year's record."

"and why are you getting so butt-hurt about my dating life?" he's treading into dangerous territory. the two of you never talk about your romantic experiences, considering you never want to talk about them with him. "it's not my fault you had a total of...hm what was it? zero dates last year?"

"just find a fucking photo and get this over with."

yeah, your love life is off limits...

a chuckle rumbles from his throat as gojo continues scrolling through his camera roll, searching for a photo that screams 'boyfriend material'...or to be more specific 'one night stand material'. while he's searching for a photo that'll make girls want to sleep with him, he doesn't notice that his brightest smiles only appear in the photos with you. then again, he never notices you; and if he ever did, it's unlikely he'd date you anyways. you're his best friend. he doesn't want to ruin that. he can't ruin that, because then he'd have to imagine a life without you in it.

a particular picture stands out from the rest, and you choose to point it out. it's the two of you in your high school uniforms, standing side-by-side beneath the cherry blossoms after your third year graduation ceremony. his hair is slightly shorter and his height hadn't reached its full potential yet, but you look absolutely adorable— almost like a kitten that he's protecting from the no-good boys of the world (technically he belongs in that category, but that's besides the point).

"do you remember when we first met?" a soft hum is murmured in his ear and gojo finds the sound quite comforting.

he thinks for a moment, completely blanking as the memory escaped his mind, and takes a random guess. "middle school? english class?"

the look of disappointment on your face immediately tells him he's wrong.

"look it was a really long time ago, i know that at least." no amount of excuses will make up for his awful recollection, but he tries nonetheless. gojo satoru is a shitty friend. that's just how it is. you both know it and he tries his best to be better for you, however, he can't help the way he is. some boys are born to be boys. "i'm trying my best—"

"it's alright, just stop."

you're so upset.

"there are more important things to remember, really it's fine."

why are you so upset?

"i'm sorry," he mumbles. this feeling of guilt isn't familiar to gojo and he can't help but hate it. "i'll try to remember."

what is it that you were trying to reminisce about? he wants to know but he shouldn't pry any more, you're clearly done with the conversation and want to move on with a concentrated thinking face gracing your features. you look pretty. woah. you look really pretty. he's never thought that before. why hasn't he noticed before? suddenly, the thought of however many hinge girls want him isn't very appealing and he just wants to make you smile again. you're so pretty when you smile. his heart is beating ten times faster than usual and he's urging it to calm down, but it won't.

...maybe that's a good thing, though.

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[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

Stick Season

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x reader, Larissa Weems x reader

Warnings: angst, hints of miscarriage

The team sat drinking in Emily's apartment “Oh and what about that woman you dated! The pretty one” Morgan laughed “Y/n?” She responded confused. “Yeah! What happened to her?” Penelope gasped wide-eyed “Um- she moved away” Emily swallowed.

“She was so pretty” JJ sighed leaning back on the sofa “I still remember her babysitting Henry for me” she smiled “She has talent” JJ tilted her drink. The radio played softly in the background as the group made Emily's ex the main subject "Imagine having to tell people how badly you fumbled" Morgan shook his head.

Penelope hummed along before starting to sing, JJ joined in until Spencer and Morgan hummed too "And I'm terrified of the weather, 'cause I see you when it rains". Emily closed her eyes listening to the music, Hotch and Rossi looked knowingly. This was you.

"Doc told me to travel, but there's COVID on the planes" They all stood to dance not realising the lyrics just yet or maybe they did. "And I love Vermont but it's the season of the sticks" Emily's eyes opened you always wanted to visit Vermont, that's where your mum was from. It had been two years almost since you had broken up "And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed" Emily wanted to laugh.

"And it's half my fault, but I just like to play the victim" She knew it was partly a dig at her "I'll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for Christmas". You never drank because your dad was an alcoholic "And I'll dream each night of some version of you!!!" Spencer's voice cracked.

"That I might not have, but I did not lose" Emily quickly stood, on a race to the bathroom, closing the door only making the music seem louder. "No, I am no longer funny 'cause I miss the way you laugh. You once called me forever now you still can't call me back."

She had to find you and it wasn't hard she knew you tried to contact her still Emily watched the phone ring through unable to face she had hurt you. Stick season was the name of your song. It came out a year ago but now you were posting some gorgeous blonde on Instagram,

You were finally doing everything you had always planned, you looked happy Larissa had proposed on your anniversary she seemed nice. The more she scrolled Larissa was a principal for what school it didn't say but your following had boosted. You'd made it just like you spoke about.

There was another picture- a few actually that stood out a picture of a dove but you were scared of birds the caption read Joanne Prentiss. Emily didn't know a Joanne and definitely not one with her last name, it was posted a few months after you broke up. Another picture closer to when you had moved out was two plates but only one set of cutlery. It flew over Emily's head, had you been seeing Larissa longer than the internet said?" she wondered still stalking you.

"I hope this pains just passin' through, but I doubt it" Emily slumped against the bathtub watching the last two years of your life in pictures. Everyone made sure to remind her how she let you go but back then it felt best.

You will marry Larissa who helped you gain your shine back and she'll rot at work, you will continue a family while hers will grow without her. You will be happy and that's all she could hope for until she accidently liked a post from when you moved to Vermont.

"Em? Are you okay?" you messaged not long after but Emily couldn't bring herself to say the truth "I'm great, Penelope was on my phone" she frowned. 'Okay, I'm just checking but it's good to hear you're still alive' Two years for this, Emily still lying. It's the alcohol she tried to pass 'Yeah I guess, I heard your song it's...' Emily typed only to delete it 'Yeah, I'm sorry I wasn't there' No Emily.

'I love you- no' 'yeah I guess so, I see you're well' the song was coming to an end "Now your tire tracks and one pair of shoes. And I'm split in half, but that'll have to do" JJ sang loudly. It took a moment for you to respond 'Yeah it took a while, life was tough but it wasn't anything I hadn't gone through before'.

'Can we be friends?' Emily was quick to text 'I'm not sure, you really hurt me but only time will tell. I have to go now Em, Larissa just got home but please take care'.

#imagine #wlw #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #criminal minds #angst #larissa weems x female reader #larissa weems imagine #larissa weems #larissa x reader #larissa weems x reader #emily prentiss imagine #Wednesday 2022

[stevesbipanic]

Season 1 Steve meets season 4 steve

And boy does he have questions

This is weird. Steve was almost 100% sure he fell asleep at Eddie's last night. They'd gone to a bar with Robin and Nancy and he had crashed with Eddie which he'd done almost every night these days. So how did he end up in his room at his parents house?

He can hear someone downstairs, so maybe Steve had gotten confused and they'd gone to Steve's? Steve didn't think he'd been that drunk to forget that. Maybe Eddie was making him breakfast? That was sweet of him, with a smile he got out of bed and trudged downstairs to the kitchen.

"What the fuck!"

Steve had barely rubbed the sleep from his eyes before his eardrums were assaulted by a very familiar voice. Wait a minute, he can't possibly be hearing the voice.

He looks up and there in the kitchen, looking very alarmed and holding a knife, is him, at 16 years old.

"I shouldn't even be surprised at this point," Steve's grumbles as he moves past a very confused young Steve and pours himself some coffee.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"C'mon Steve you haven't had all those concussions yet, can't you recognise this pretty face?"

"You're me?"

"The one and only!"

"But but how!?"

Steve sighs, "Well what's today's date?"

"December 2nd 1983."

"Oh good so you've seen the crazy shit, that'll make this easier. Look stuff gets worse, a lot worse before it gets better, and either this is a brain bleed from all my concussions or another weird Upside Down thing, hell maybe you're Vecna back from the dead I don't know, Dustin probably would know,"

"Who's Dustin? Who's Vecna? You mean there's more of those fucking monsters around? Am I safe? Is Nance safe?"

"Oh right you're still with Nancy. Yeah yeah she's safe don't worry, well I assume her and Robin got home safe. Dustin is your little brother, no not biologically thank god our parents don't need more kids to fuck up, but he's super smart, a brat but you're gonna love him. Vecna is like a super creepy dude that's kinda causing everything but he should be dead, I think, probably."

"I break up with Nancy?"

"That's what you take from that? Look Nancy breaks up with you, it's rough, it's going to fuck you up for awhile but you'll be ok, just stop being bullshit ok? Like seriously drop the King Steve stuff it's so tiring."

"Ok um fuck, FUCK. What are you even wearing dude? Is this really what I become?"

Steve looks down at what he'd slept in last night, ah that's going to be a bit rough to take in.

"So um, Steve, kiddo, me.... Do you know Eddie Munson?"

"That freak senior yeah?"

"Well. This is his shirt."

Young Steve's eyes widen, "Why are you wearing Munson's shirt."

"Ok so you know those times you've looked at the guys in the locker room, turns out that's not what straight guys generally do..."

"What the fuck do you mean! I'm not gay dude!"

"I know that. You're bisexual, don't worry there's tears but Robin explains everything. Oh Robin you're going to love her, she's your best friend, an actual best friend this time."

"So what I'm dating Eddie the Freak?"

"Yep, and let me te you he lives up to that name, fucks you real nice,"

"I LET HIM FUCK ME!?"

"Total bottom, but don't worry you'll have all these revaluations in time."

Young Steve looks like he's going through the five stages of grief all at once.

"Look all this is very tiring for me, so I'm going to go back to bed, if you're not here when I wake up, just remember what I said alright?"

Young Steve nods slightly and Steve takes this as enough before heading back up to his room. He lays down and closes his eyes before waking up to a much better sight.

"Hey sweetheart, get a good sleep?"

"I had the weirdest dream..."

#such a fun prompt #tyyy #stranger things #steve harrington #season 1 steve #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #steddie #brief ronance #King Steve #steddie ficlet #ficlet

[bonzos-number-1-fan]

TMAGP 11 Thoughts: Anchors Aweigh

We're finally back. Not much to say up top except it was a long wait.

Spoilers for episode 11, and light spoilers for TMA season 5, below the cut.

A very strong cold open to welcome us back. Celia doesn't just wake up in a strange location, she's got no memory of getting there, it's not her first time doing it, and she's looking for a character we've not yet been introduced to. Honestly there are a load of things this could be. If she's TMA's Celia it could be after effects of her time in the domain that stole her name. Or it's not after effects but the same effects now being re-triggered if she's in a universe with the same entity that did it. Or it's a side-effect of crossing between universes. Or the way she crossed between universes isn't how Anya Villette did it and she's actually occupying TMP's Lynne Hammond's body but not entirely suppressing Lynne in the process. Or Lynne has taken on Celia's memories and Celia never truly left TMA's universe at all. Lots of ways I can see that playing out.

The first office section is a bit of a recap of last episode with some banter more than it is anything substantive. However, Alice does think she's being followed which is probably something that'll come up later. I think the obvious thing to jump at here is that it's [Error]. It's not the first time we've seen someone dig through the Institute's soggy ruins only to come away with some paranoia though. It doesn't seem to be hitting her quite as hard as RedCanary but it certainly mirrors their reaction. Either way I think this could easily be a RedHerring and [Error] has nothing to do with it and it's just TMI magic.

For a small thing during that interaction there is another "lie detector" audio distortion. I'm not sure I've been mentioning all of these in these posts but when Alice says "Hm? Nah, it’s nothing." there is a distortion afterwards. Likely because such distortions signify lies. This exactly a new observation but I can't remember if I'm making an effort to note when they happen.

So for the first case back it's a pretty chill one all in all. Some spooky happenings where nothing major really happens but does contain a good bit of world building.

So for some general musings in order. First off Alison Leshi's email address is G.Leshi instead of A.Leshi. It's not likely important as there isn't a Leshi in CHDB (see masterdoc link below), so it's probably nothing. Could just be some subtle trans rep but I figure it could somehow come up later and so is worth a mention.l

Next up we've got our second mention of ink5oul. The "big snake tattoo" on their arm is pretty clearly the same as the "gorgeous floral serpent design" Daria mentions in episode 2. Daria also explains that ink5oul is a popular influencer and like most of those they try and throw that weight around here. They're a very big deal online don't you know. Something that I think is interesting, but maybe not intended, is that ink5oul's Instagram account is flagged with the alchemic symbol for salt and this case is deeply tied to the sea. That account might not be official but it's a nice connection if it is.

There are a couple of name drops that will likely prove pretty important. Oscar Jarrett is likely a character we'll meet later and as of right now the name is all we have. Sutherland Macdonald, on the other hand, is a very real person and given how TMA likes to use historic characters I have a feeling they'll be quite important. Macdonald was Britain's first professional tattoo artist. Insofar as he had a public business in which he tattooed people as his work. He was exceptionally talented, very popular, and highly sought-after. More than that though of his documented works serpent-motifs, both snakes and dragons, are very common. Given ink5oul's own, well, ink I'm pretty sure that's not a coincidence. Sutherland Macdonald could very well be another figure like Smirke. A real historic person with embellished and occult history for the show. Oscar Jarrett could be a protégé or rival of Sutherland, and tattoos might end up being the new Leitners.

There isn't much to dig in to beyond that but I will say I really enjoyed this episode. Excited to see where this all goes.

Back in the office we've got Gwen trauma, Celia trauma, and Lena being Lena. Which is all great stuff. Bonzo is likely hunting Klaus given that conversation too. That's the only figure Gwen has any real knowledge of and Lena obviously has some unresolved business there. The transcript sheds some additional light on the interactions here too as both times external is mentioned it's capitalised. Which does seem to imply it's an official position at the OIAR rather than something euphemistic. Mr. Bonzo getting more detail here is also great. It's another reinforcement that whatever he now is very much isn't how he started. "Green custard" getting a shout out is also very welcome. That's not so much a Mr. Blobby thing but people getting slimed was a big fixture of that era of children's TV in Britain.

Sam finally looking to cross reference these things is great to hear as well. I crave more data. Speaking of data, now it's time for the nerd shit.

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Incident/CAT#R#DPHW Master Sheet

DPHW Theory: 5246 is pretty unremarkable and so I don't think I've got much to explain there. 4 is a little lower than I was expecting but not off by so much that I think something is wrong.

CAT# Theory: CAT23 sure is a category. I was hoping to have something solid by the time the break was over. There are enough outliers in every theory I've seen to pretty confidently think no one is on the right track with this or some people are but the data we have is faulty. Which to be fair we know is the case. It's just about which parts of the data should we be ignoring.

R# Theory: C fits in perfectly with my theory. Not much to say on that one.

Header talk: Tattoo (corpse) -/- compulsion is mostly interesting because of how it creates problems with Daria's case. If Tattoo is a section that would strongly imply that Daria's case should have been Tattoo rather than Transformation. But that one did also show up on Klaus which implies that it's correct. Just a weird section in general. The subsection is about the sort of mess you'd expect at this point. The crosslink is also just a crosslink.

#the magnus protocol #tmagp #tmagp theory #tmagp speculation #klaus = kl4-u5

[gemini-sensei]

Uhh I can't remember the exact post and now I'm mad, but you talking about Lawrence!Reader has me thinking about the post where Hawk and Miguel think Robby is dating a new girl and their pissed, but really it's just his sister.

I think we need to make a comeback post for that~😈

Sensei-Venus💕✨

@sensei-venus I don't even know where that is but yes. I remember bits of it and it was something like Hawk and Miguel thought he was trying to cheat, and that's why they were pissed. But still yes, need more of that. (Unedited thought dump)

Like, they see Robby with this girl all the freaking time and at first it's like, "oh cool, he's got a girlfriend," but slowly it becomes weirder as they realize Robby is also trying to get with Sam... 👀

And it seems like every time they see Robby with this girl, something happens. They're hugging or she's playing with his hair or he's giving her his jacket because of course she left her own at home.

But to Robby and Reader, that's just their sibling dynamic. She's a hugging type of person and Robby craves a lot of nurturing attention likebthat. She loves ruffling his hair and messing it up because he makes it all too easy for her to do. When he gives her his jacket, he's just looking out for her well being as a good older brother would.

However, Miguel and Hawk are sure that those two are dating and they don't know what to do. Hawk wants to, naturally, beat him up. Because even though he was acting all tough and said he wanted a "full rotation" of girls, Hawk is huge on loyalty and such a thing would never actually happen. So to see Robby, this supposed goof guy, two timing someone who looks so sweet and happy, upsets Hawk. He wants to tell her the truth.

Miguel wants to tell Sam. He wants her to see Robby isn't that great of a guy. Maybe that'll push her back into her arms if he's honest with her about what he's been seeing and learning about one Robby Keene.

Omg imagine Sam has met Reader though and they're fast friends. She knows Reader is Robbys sister so of course she knows there nothing to worry about...

But one day at the mall, Hawk sees Reader and decides to approach her. He starts with a seemingly casual introduction and as soon as he learns her name, he cuts to the point.

"Look, I'm just gonna come out and say it. That guy you've been seeing is a total asshole. He's trying to date some other girl out in Encino."

Reader looks at him confused and asks, "what guy? What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about two timing Robby Keene."

"You did not just say that..."

"I did. I'm sorry to break it to you, but I just thought you deserved to know. A pretty girl like yourself-"

"He's my brother, you mohawkwd idiot!"

Whatever sweet demeanor she had before is gone and replaced with a rough and tough look of anger. For a moment, Hawk feels like he's seen that look before, and as the pieces fall into place - brother, that look, her quickness to anger - he realizes he's talking to Sensei's daughter.

"Oh shit!"

"Oh shit is right! What the hell is wrong with you? Do you just spend time spying on girls or something? What the fuck would make you think I was dating my own brother? Who even are you?"

She's mad. She's so fucking mad and Hawk doesn't know how to fix this. He just kind of stands there, frozen as she berates and badgers him for the mistake. She calls him a creep before telling him to watch himself because she knows karate-

"And if I ever catch you watching me again, I'll kick your ass so hard, you'll need more than a prayer to fix the damage."

She walks away in a huff and Hawk watches her go, red faced with a burning fire in his heart. He's never been so turned on in his whole life, but doesn't doubt the part about kicking his ass. Peek scared but horny.

Miguel gets a text that just reads: HOLY SHIT WERE IDIOTS THEYRE SIBLINGS!!!

And doesn't know what that references until he meets up with Hawk later, who recounts the incident to him.

Side note, but I totally see Reader and Robby has half siblings. They just don't care about the "half" part. Like, Reader lived with her mom primarily but forced Johnny to spend time with their daughter and that's why they're closer than Robby and Johnny are l, but it was never every weekend or something like that. It also put Robby in some awkward positions growing up and at one point he was jealous of her relationship with their dad, but then they started hanging out away from Johnny and that really made their bond stronger. Reader's mom and Shannon are cool and joke to each other all the time that the only good thing Johnny did for them was give them great kids (Shannon never struck me as the type to get petty about any other women in the lives of the guys she slept with. She's more the type to be friends with the other woman and take the guy down, imo at least lol). I don't know. This is just the lil backstop my brain came up with 😅

#lawrence!reader #hawk moskowitz x lawrence!reader #just a tad bit #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #robby keene #miguel diaz #eli hawk moskowitz #gemini sensei #sensei venus

[mickimagnum]

Devin's Dude Ranch: Episode Two (Part Three)

*as Devin enters the house, Houston is standing near the kitchen. it appears he's been waiting for her. her face instantly lights up when she sees him*

Devin: "Well hello there, stranger."

*Houston grins*

Houston: "I may be strange, but to you, I certainly never want to be a stranger."

Devin: "There you go again. Knowing exactly the right thing to say."

Houston: "I'm just speaking from the heart."

*they share an intense moment of eye contact, and after a few beats Houston speaks up:*

Houston: "Would you like to go somewhere more private and talk?"

Devin (softly): "Yes," *she clears her throat, regaining her confidence* "Let's go upstairs."

*the next shot opens with Devin and Houston standing in the library*

Houston: "I have to be honest. I've been dying to get time with you all night."

*Devin's cheeks redden slightly as she battles the smile the threatens to break out*

Devin: "Is that so?"

*Houston takes a step closer*

Houston: "Yes. I want to know everything there is to know about you."

*Devin laughs nervously*

Devin: "The funny thing is, I suddenly can't remember a single fact about me...You're ummm..."

*their eyes meet*

Houston: "I'm what?"

Devin: "Distracting."

*Houston grins and takes another step closer*

Houston: "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be."

*Devin bites her lower lip and looks away*

Devin: "It's okay. I forgive you."

Houston: "I have an idea. Why don't we just take turns asking basic 'get to know you' questions? That way you won't feel put on-the-spot while you're...distracted."

*Devin smiles up at him*

Devin: "That sounds like fun. You go first."

*Houston nods, considers his first questions for a moment then responds:*

Houston: "What was your first horse's name?"

*Devin's eyes twinkle as a look of recollection passes across her face*

Devin: "He was a Quarter Pony that my Dad bought me when I was five. His name was Chevy. Because my Dad had a Chevy truck and I liked the word....and I was five."

*they both laugh*

Houston: "That's a really cool name for a horse, to be honest. You had good taste even at five."

*Devin shrugs and smiles*

Devin: "Okay, I guess it's my turn now," *taps her foot as she thinks* "What's your favorite movie?"

Houston: "Oh, that's an easy one. The Big Lebowski. What about yours?"

Devin: "I've never seen it. I mean, I've heard of it. But I've never actually watched it. And is that your next question?"

Houston: "Ah, you're missing out. It's a damn good movie. And yeah, I suppose that'll be my next one."

Devin: "Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken. It's a favorite from childhood that I still re-watch a couple of times a year."

*Houston looks puzzled*

Houston: "I don't think I've ever even heard of it."

Devin: "I'm not surprised. It's your standard horse-girl movie."

Houston: "Well, you know what this means, right?"

*Devin looks at him questioningly*

Houston: "One of our first orders of business should be a movie night. A double feature."

*a smile begins to spread across Devin's face*

Devin: "I would like that."

*Houston smiles in return*

Houston: "Then it's a date," *the two share a moment of silence as they look into each other's eyes before Houston speaks up* "Your turn."

Devin: "What do you do for work? Or are you a full time poet?"

*Houston chuckles*

Houston: "Poetry is more of a hobby; a creative release. I'm a mechanic by trade."

*Devin studies his face and considers her next words before replying*

Devin: "Is that how you got the, uh..." *motions toward his face*

Houston: "Scars?" *he smiles reassuringly* "No. Those are from my time as a soldier."

*Devin nods, still studying his face*

Houston (softly): "Do they bother you?"

Devin: "No, of course not. If I'm being honest," *she glances down, bites her lower lip and blushes before finding the courage to continue* "I find you really *bleep*ing attractive."

*Houston smiles and glances away*

Houston: "I, uh, thank you," *looks back Devin* "I'm sorry. I'm not used to being complimented. Especially by someone like you..."

Devin: "Someone like me?"

Houston: "Someone as incredibly beautiful and amazing as you. I mean, I feel like you're a thousand miles out of my league..."

*Devin exhales sharply*

Devin: "There go all those right words again."

Houston: "You mean the only words. The truth."

Devin: "I'm not 'out of your league' though," *she now takes a step closer to him. they're only inches apart* "I'm just a regular girl, looking at a man that makes her heart race...."

*Houston, without missing a beat, puts his arms around Devin's waist and pulls her against him. she reaches up and gently cradles the side of his face, her thumb tracing along his scar. the pair lock eyes*

Houston (whispers): "What are you doing to me?" *gently tightens his hold on Devin* "I know we just met, and this is going to sound crazy, but *bleep* I really like you."

*Devin smiles and bites her lower lip*

Devin: "It might be crazy, but I really like you too."

*Houston grins widely and the just look at it each other, in that way where they're both waiting to see who goes in for the kiss first*

*Devin leans in, closes her eyes and gently kisses Houston's cheek. he smiles and leans into it*

Houston: "Does this mean you're going to send everyone else home now?"

*Devin laughs and gently shakes her head*

*the camera then cuts to Devin in the diary room*

Devin, in diary room: "You asked me earlier tonight if I had any top contenders so far. I'm comfortable answering now. Houston. Our connection is....intense, but also effortless. And I've never felt chemistry like that. It's so...electric. I'm really, really excited about him. I have to see where this goes."

Houston, in diary room: "This has been the best night of my life. Honestly. Devin, she's...incredible. Better than incredible. I don't even know the words. And I've never felt a connection with anyone like this before. My heart feels like it's on fire right now!"

*as Devin descends the stairs, Handra quickly makes his way over and waits for her*

*Devin stops at the foot of the stairs once she notices him. she smiles in greeting.*

Devin: "Good evening, Handra."

Handra: "Good evening, Devin. I was wondering if you'd like to take a walk out to the pond?"

Devin: "Sure! Just let me grab my jacket first."

*Handra beams*

Handra: "Okay. I'll wait here."

*the next shot opens with Handra and Devin walking toward the pond, their arms are linked*

Handra: "Have you had a good first night with everyone?"

Devin: "I have, yeah. Everyone has been really nice so far. But, I'm excited to finally get some time with you, Mr. 'You Stole a Pizza My Heart.'"

*Handra smirks*

Handra: "I'm glad to finally get time with you too. It's been tough waiting. It seemed like every time I went to approach you someone else got there first."

Devin: "Yeah, it's seemed pretty aggressive all night, the, you know, the trying to get my attention. It feels a bit weird."

Handra (teasingly): "What? You're not used to dating five guys at the same time?"

*Devin's laugh rings out in the cool night air*

Devin: "Certainly not."

*the pair reach the pond*

Handra: "So, are you tired of talking about yourself yet?"

*Devin chokes out a single chuckle*

Devin: "Oh my Watcher, yes!. But, I mean, that's what this whole process is about, right?"

Handra: "True. But, if you want to talk about something else we can. I'm just happy to spend some time with you."

*a smile lights up Devin's face*

Devin: "That is so incredibly sweet and considerate of you, Handra. Thank you."

Handra: "You're welcome. So what will our topic of conversation be?"

Devin: "I want to talk about you."

*Handra smiles sheepishly*

Handra: "Alright. What do you want to know?"

*Devin considers her first question for a moment before answering*

Devin: "What do you do for work?

Handra: "I used to be a pastry chef, but now I"m a rancher."

*Devin nods*

Devin: "Interesting! That's quite the switch. What made you decide to get into ranching?"

Handra: "I grew up on a farm in Henford-on-Bagley, so I've always known this life. Growing up, I wanted to be a chef, though. So, when I became an adult I chased that dream all the way to San Myshuno. But, when my Mom got sick, I moved back home to help with the family farm. And after she died, my Uncle took it over and moved here to start a new life. That's the short version, anyway."

*Devin's eyes search his face and she looks amazing*

Devin: "Wow. That's crazy. There are some incredible parallels in our stories. I also grew up on a ranch. Training horses is all I've ever known. And when my Dad got sick, I found out he was signing over the family ranch to his brother instead of me. So, I used my inheritance to move here and buy this ranch."

*Handra lets out a long puff of air*

Handra: "That is crazy. And to think we've been in the same 50 mile radius all this time."

Devin: "Literally neighbors. Brought here under such similar circumstances."

Handra: "Well, regardless. I'm glad we're here, together now."

*Devin smiles up at him as their eyes meet*

Devin: "Me too."

*Handra returns the smile*

Handra: "What else would you like to know, love?"

Devin: "Uh," *falters for a moment before regaining her confidence* "Here's an important one. What are you looking for in a relationship? Out of this?"

Handra: "I'm going to be completely honest with you, because that's who I am. I'm here because I'm ready to settle down. I want to get married and start a family...with the right person. And if it turns out we're that for each other, well, yes, that's what I'm ultimately here for. As far as what I want out of a relationship? Honesty. Kindness. Mutual respect. Passion. Friendship. A lifelong adventure partner. All of that."

Devin: "That sounds...yeah. That sounds perfect. Thank you for being so open."

*Handra flashes a sideways smile at her*

Handra: "Anything you want to know....I'm your open book."

Devin: "Okay, then. What's something you're scared of?"

*Handra looks confused for a beat and then stifles his chuckle with his hand*

Handra: "Random, but I like it."

*Devin shrugs*

Devin: "Just trying to keep you on your toes."

Handra: "I appreciate it. Ah, let's see," *takes a moment to ponder* "Heights. Thunderstorms. And bears."

*Devin nods in approval*

Devin: "Fair answers. I mean, all of those things could kill you."

Handra: "Exactly! What about you?"

Devin (teasingly): "Oh, no. We weren't talking about me, remember?"

*Handra laughs*

Handra: "Fair enough."

*Devin crosses her arms and purses her lips*

Devin: "Really deep open water. Sharks. Getting buried alive. Oh, and spiders. I hate those eight legged *bleep*ers."

Handra: "Also all fair answers."

Devin: "Thank you."

*a chime can be heard coming from the house. the pair turn to look before returning their attention back to each other*

Devin: "I suppose that's our signal to go back."

*Handra sighs*

Handra: " You know what they say. All good things must come to an end."

Devin: "Do they though?"

Handra: "I suppose not. We could run away."

*Devin laughs*

Devin: "But we should probably go back in."

Handra: "As you wish."

*as Devin and Handra make their way back to the house, Handra reaches for her hand. together they walk hand-in-hand all the way back*

Handra, in diary room: "I don't feel like I got enough time with Devin, but if I'm being honest, I don't think I will ever feel that way. She's just so much fun and so easy to be around that I found myself not wanting it to end. I like her. I really do. Watcher, I'm so lucky for this chance."

Devin, in diary room: "There is this deep level of maturity to Handra that is so appealing. What's that saying? He's wiser than his years. And we are on the same page on so many different levels it's crazy. There's definitely a connection there, but it feels like it may be a slow burn. I don't know. I may need to get some matches because we don't have time to let it smolder. 6 weeks ain't that long."

*the next shot opens with Devin closing out the Welcome Home Cocktail Party*

Devin: "I just wanted to thank you all for an unforgettable night. I've really enjoyed getting spend time with each of you. The connections we've started to form all feel unique and I hope you're looking forward to exploring them as much as I am over the coming weeks."

Devin (continues): "But for now, your rooms are all waiting for you upstairs. Get some rest, because tomorrow the competition officially begins!"

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[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

Looking at all the twst dreams on your page popping up on my fyp reminds of this dream I had where I was royalty and I was forced to pick a suitor, two of which happened to be Jade and Floyd. I felt really awkward about the whole thing so to take some tension away from the situation I held this pool party with all my suitors to get our minds off the arranged engagement. I remember we started playing Marco Polo and Floyd pulling me under the water and kissing me, then all of a sudden I was 1/2

Hehe I can do that!! Hope you enjoy~!

Featuring Adeuce as your attendants because my silly little brain said "You should add the one braincell duo to this for no reason!!"

Warning(s): arranged marriage (kinda. I mean, you have a choice, but still), forced kissing from Floyd, poisoning, blood/vomiting

You don't really want to be in this situation, but it can't exactly be helped...

You see, your kingdom... isn't in the best of states. And well, things are only going to get worse if you don't marry someone from a powerful family.

"Hey, (Y/N), they're here." One of your attendants, Ace, said peeking his head through your door. "They, as in the uh, guys you're gonna marry. Your, um, suitors. One's getting really impatient, you'd better get out here."

"Yeah, yeah, let them know I'll be out soon..." You said.

"Will do!" Ace winked. "Oh! And apparently, two of them are identical twins! It's really freaky."

You know that in the grand scheme of things, your problem of choosing a suitor is pretty insignificant, but you're really stressed right now...

"Ah! Hi (Y/N), follow me!" Deuce (another one of your attendants) said to you, waving. "Come on, you have... I think eight potential suitors waiting for you? I'm not sure. We'll find out when we get there!"

"Eight? That's... more than I was expecting..." You said to yourself.

"Apparently it's actually less than we were expecting." Deuce whispered to you. "Just between you and me, who are you thinking of choosing to marry?"

"I have no idea, Deuce, I haven't even met them yet." You said to him.

"Yeah, I guess you have a point." Deuce jokingly asked. "It's sad you have to do this, but look on the bright side! It's for the greater good of our country, right? Oh! Uh! We should get going, shouldn't we?"

"Y-yes, let's get going..."

Your potential suitors were... not too interesting.

Except for that strange pair of twins... but for whatever reason, you didn't exactly feel like you could trust them...

"Hey, (Y/N), you chosen someone yet?" Ace asked you that night, handing you a plate of food. "Though, if I'm being honest, none of them really look your type."

"This is all too stressful and awkward..." You said. "How am I supposed to marry one of these people when I don't know anything about them aside from their names?"

"Well, you have a few days to choose one, don't you?" Ace asked. "You can get to know them in that time. Maybe hold some kind of event to get to know them? Like speed-dating or something."

"That's a good idea." You admitted. "And maybe... maybe it can help relieve tension! I'm sure the other suitors feel the same, I bet they're all feeling awkward about this too... yeah! That'll help put everyone's minds off this whole thing!"

"Oh? You got an idea?"

"We'll have a pool party tomorrow!" You excitedly declared.

"Ooh! That is a good idea!" Ace said to you, smiling. "I'll get someone to clean out the pool and have it decorated for tomorrow!"

Tomorrow is sure to be a wonderful day!

The next day, you were delighted to show your suitors to the pool.

"Today, we're all just going to relax, understand? So like... you aren't all competing to marry me today. Today, we're all just... we're all friends today!"

Everyone looked like they understood..

Yep, looks like today's going to be great!

"Oh! You have a pool? Nice." One of the teal haired twins asked you. "Is it saltwater?"

"Yes, actually!" You responded.

"Oh, cool." He said, a distant-looking smile on his face. "My name's Floyd, by the way. But you knew that already. Since we're engaged and all that-"

"We're not engaged yet." You told him.

"Ehe... you're really short, you know that?" Floyd asked. "I can tell you're gonna choose me."

"Right, well, as I said, we're just relaxing today, s-so no talking about the whole marriage thing, got it...?" You asked.

"Yeah yeah, I got it..." He rolled his eyes jokingly. "Well I guess let's get in the pool!"

...that's right. Everyone's supposed to be relaxing. You included.

Eventually, somebody suggested that everyone should play marco polo! How fun!

With your eyes shut, you blindly stumbled around the pool, shouting out "Marco" every now and again to try and find where everyone was to hopefully tag one of them and have them take your place of blindly walking around.

Then, you heard someone whisper "Polo" right in your ear.

Then, you were pulled under the water and- are they kissing you? This is the exact thing you were trying to take your mind off of!

You opened your eyes to see who it was, and...

It was... Floyd?!

You pushed him away from you and stood up, coughing up the water you'd gotten in your nose and mouth.

"What the HELL, Floyd?!" You yelled out in anger. He just smirked and shrugged.

From there, everything went downhill.

It seems everybody assumed that him kissing you symbolized that the marriage competition was back on.

As everyone started fighting with each other, you silently got out of the pool, and decided to go back inside. Nobody even noticed you leave.

"Well, (Y/N), today didn't go well, but... you know, I'm sure tomorrow will be better!" Deuce told you. "Hey! Apparently you're gonna be doing some ballroom dancing tomorrow! Doesn't that sound fun?"

"No. Not with what happened today." You said.

"I'm sure that whatever happens tomorrow, it won't be worse than today!"

Deuce was wrong with that statement. Oh, he was so wrong.

"Ah, (Y/N)." One of the two Leech twins greeted you as you entered the ballroom. You couldn't tell which one it was, they were nearly completely identical and you didn't know how to tell them apart yet.

"Hello, um..."

"Jade. Jade Leech." He looked amused. "I just wanted to let you know that I deeply apologize for my brother's actions yesterday. What he did was entirely inappropriate, especially considering you had specifically told him and everyone else that the competition for your hand was off for that day."

"At least one of you has common sense." You sighed.

"May I have this dance, your highness~?"

You grabbed Jade's hand and he immediately pulled you into a dance.

You two danced the waltz together. Strangely enough, you found yourself calming down.

Jade is a nice man, but... again, there's something just off-putting about him and his brother. You're definitely not going to marry him, but at least he's nice.

"By the way, (Y/N), I made you a drink, it's just over there if you want it." Jade told you, pointing over to a table near the wall. "And you needn't worry. It's not poisoned, I promise you."

"I... didn't think it was...?"

"Yes, well, your servants thought it was." Jade snickered to himself. "They've tested it for you. And their test proved it was not. I'm aware this may make it sound suspicious. but... you trust me, don't you?"

When the dance finished, you remembered that Jade made you a drink. It's been tested for poison, apparently, and it looks delicious...

What's the harm?

The drink, whatever it was, tasted so... interesting. It was like seven different kinds of fruit, but it didn't taste bad, or anything... it was amazing! You should absolutely compliment him the next time you see him!

For some reason, that night, you went to bed with a terrible stomachache.

When you woke up the next morning, you could tell something was absolutely not right.

"Rise and shine, your highness!" Deuce said, entering your room and opening your window's curtains.

"Wakey-wakey! We made breakfast for ya!" Ace happily said, putting a plate of food on your bedside table.

"Um... (Y/N)? Are you ok?" Deuce asked. "You don't look well at all..."

"Yeah, now that Deucey mentions it... you're not looking too hot. You feeling ok?"

Then, out of nowhere, you threw up on your bedsheets.

Except... it wasn't vomit that had came out of your mouth. It was blood.

"(Y/N)?!"

"What just happened?! A-are you ok?!"

"You bloody idiot, of course they aren't ok! They were clearly poisoned, Deuce!"

"I'm panicking! What else do you expect me to ask?! Who did this to you?!"

"YES!"

"How are they supposed to know who specifically poisoned them?!"

"I don't know, but it'd be better than asking 'ArE yOu Ok?!?!', dumbass!!"

"Whatever! We need to go find someone to help them!"

"Yeah, you're right, but still!" Ace sighed. "(Y/N), we'll be right back with someone who knows what to do in this situation, ok?!"

As soon as those two left, another two people entered your room.

"Heeeeey, (Y/N)~!"

"Greetings. Did you enjoy the drink I made you last night?"

It was the two identical twin sons of the Leech family.

"...you did this to me...!" You said, realizing exactly what Jade was insinuating.

"Yes, yes I did..." Jade gave you a fake sad face. "It was the only way I could think of to get you to choose me."

"W-why would I choose you to marry if you... poisoned me?" You asked.

"Oh poor dear. You don't understand, do you?" Jade asked. "You see, it's a slow-acting poison unique to where I live. And that means only I can cure you."

"We're going to share ya! Of course you'll be married to Jade, but he's already said he'd be fine with it!!" Floyd gave a toothy grin.

"It's true. So you don't even have to choose between the two of us!"

"Why would I ever choose to marry you?!" You asked, before throwing up blood once more.

"Why, it's quite simple, (Y/N)." Jade chuckled to himself. "It's because I know how to make the antidote to that unique poison... and if you don't marry me, well..." Jade had one of the most terrifying smiles you've ever seen. "Then I will simply leave you to die here!"

...

What other choice do you have in this scenario?!

"F-fine, Jade, I'll... I'll marry you!" You started tearing up.

"Perfect. I would've hated to have you vomit up your guts as you writhed on the floor in agony."

"That's a lie and you know it, Jade. You would've thought it was hilarious." Floyd added.

"That was uncalled for, Floyd. Even though it might be true."

Wow. You're being forced into a marriage- well, you were already being forced to marry someone, but this is basically blackmail...

Oh well.

Nothing you can do about it now...

#floyd wasn't too involved in this oops #jade leech #floyd leech #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #yandere #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #yandere jade leech #yandere floyd leech #yandere jade x reader #yandere floyd x reader #yandere jade leech x reader #yandere floyd leech x reader #yandere jade #yandere floyd

[sparklingbluerose]

TWST x Fatui Harbinger! Reader

You are a Fatui Harbinger, one of the most well known and second to none. Beyond realization, you tell a secret about your delusion that everyone did not realize was such a big deal until now.

A/N: THIS IS SUCH A BRAINROT OMG

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TW: Angst, Fluff, Comfort

GN! (Y/N) 《Other Genders Will Be Made》

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Riddle Roseheart

Let me be honest on this, the moment Riddle was interested in you was when it all went downhill.

When you fought the overblots together, mainly Leona he had always been drawn to the delusion hanging right on your hip. It...mesmerized him.

He always found it cool how you use it on the battlefield, knocking sense into any opponent who went against you. Man, he sure was glad he doesn't remember anything about his overblot at all. It would give him PTSD.

But then he start to notice you start getting more slower in movement and tired. Did you not rest enough? Why isn't your delusion being as vibrant?

Yet when he simply asks, all you replied with had shaken him to his very core. You'll...die?

Regrettably, you told him everything about your delusion and how much you tried to make him stop panicking so much but he just couldn't.

"Please, MC...please. Stop using that delusion; it's draining your life energy. We'll think of other ways to make you fight i promise." He was so hurt about it.

But there was nothing to be done. As long as you kept being stubborn and kept using it your life would be on thin ice.

More unless you DO listen to him he'll be so relieved. This man is whipped for you, having you so bluntly say you'll die to him is literally dumping salt and alcohol on a wound.

Of course, you'd still need to use it when you go back to your world. But this dude would not stop pestering you.

He won't let you take your life. To hell with it, no matter what happens you will live. He swears on it.

"Laws of The Queen of Hearts...Rule #851: "Always take care of MC and bring them tarts everyday."

Leona Kingscholar

Will not take any of the bullshit. You're strong, you beat all the overblots with barely any help and even fought against a literal GOD in your world!

What makes you think you can't fight against this issue? He'd be annoyed at your reasoning, you will not die.

Not unless he's around, he'll always order Ruggie or Jack to check on you to make sure you aren't using that filthy delusion. It's taking away your life and he hates it.

And you allowing it to happen is basically suicide. You helped everyone with their problems, now they'll help you. That's fair right? He finally has someone who sees his worth, who enjoys being around him so much.

Leaving him would tear him apart. Not unless you'd promise you won't use it he'll stop being so ignorant.

Everyone was seriously surprised to notice he hasn't even been sleeping as much as he used to; is this the end of the world!? Goodness, what have you done?

Nap with him everyday, always sit beside him when you have lunch. That'll make him more reassured.

If he had to choose between his life and yours, funny enough, he'll choose you without a doubt. This arrogant lion will be soft for you, so take responsibility.

"Stop resisting, MC. You're being dumb if you actually think any one of us would let you die. You'll be safe here."

It haunted you for days when he said your actual name. Seems he's serious about it.

Azul Ashengrotto

Similar to Riddle, he'll be really weary and slightly panic over the news. Of course, you had this conversation before but he didn't think it would happen so soon.

"I am a harbinger. Death can come to me at any given moment so i must be willing." Is what you said.

The way his soul left his body when you said that so calm and bluntly; can't you be more considerate about his poor octo feelings!?

This man will do everythin to keep you from using that dreadful vision. Give you a magic pen, have you use your weapon, quit your job, etc.

At some point, once Jade notices your vision becoming duller he'll probably turn pale as hell.

Would act very calm when confronting you, but internally this man is screaming so hard. Why...? Why didn't you trust him to tell him this before?

Once he feels miserable and out of options, he'll ask you one more time. To understand your decision.

"MC, be honest. Do you really want this..?" It comes off sincere unliks any other time he spoke to you.

If you say no, he'll finally smile and give you a contract. One he made himself. Don't worry, it'll last long. He'll take away your delusion, and in return, stay with him. Please.

Don't leave him all alone. Things were bound to be this way, but it doesn't have to end like this.

If you say yes, well, it doesn't matter. He'll still have you sign the contract either way. You will be free. And together, maybe things can take it's turn for the best too.

Kalim Al-Asim

He'll cry. Like...pretty loud, it had to really take both Jamil and some othed Scarabia students to calm him down.

Like dude, why would you ever want to die? He was scared and broken. It would be heartbreaking to see tears begin to form on his eyes so slowly...

He sobs while hugging your fatui coat so tight you'd have to take it off so he would suddenly rip it apart from his grip.

Jamil would be in a harsh decision. He has to pry Kalim off you and apologize for almost staining your outfit. Of course, it was nothing as you were worried for him.

"But– But it's not fair! We just got to know each other and become best friends, why does this have to be!? Please, don't tell me this is real MC!"

His crying wasn't helping, everyone passing by had to check the commotion too. It would make you cry.

This man would ask everyone he knew no matter the reputation because that's how legit his love for you is. Of course, it was you. So no one refused.

You were a fatui harbinger. You killed others and did so many guilt-eating commissions.

But was it said you have to be a good person just to receive love and care? Happiness and adoration? No. He will make parties for you every week, spoil you with presents, give you cuddles, everything.

He won't leave you alone, not until you never give a single look at that delusion on your waist will he forgive you.

You didn't come to NRC just to make everyone happy, give them unforgettable memories then breal their hearts. No matter what, he promises he won't let you pass.

Vil Schoenheit

Honey, please give him a warning. Don't give him a heart attack nor tears and dried makeup.

This man would most likely look at you with an angry face, telling you not to say such a scary joke until you say it's real. Only then would he snap out of it.

His nervous chuckles and quick responses were enough to tear you apart. You didn't want it but it had to happen.

"MC...please. No, it's not real. Tell me it's a joke." He will much likely be the one mostly to avoid the truth. He distracts himself with other students and makeup so that he can manage to cope through.

But it's you, after all. How long can he even manage to stay put when he knows about your fate?

"..No. I can't let you pass away like this. I will not." His looks could deceive. No matter how much he convinces others he's alright, he'll bound to break again soon.

Rook and Epel had to calm him down before he could make any rash decisions. And so, he'll take a breath and think.

What could he do in a time like this? Of course. Anything to save you from the unbearable pain you seek to live through. He'll look for any spell book, any potion that could stop you from your terrible pain. And it will work.

Then somewhat he'll create one. To strengthen your life span, or to even give you a chance to live...

If anyone or anything dare disrupt the peace he was blessed for with you, he will destroy it.

He will ask everyone and EVERYONE he knows. It doesn't matter who, as long as they can help they will.

He noticed your delusion was beginning to suck your life span by the end of the time. For Seven's Sake, he can't let go of such a precious jewel like you.

Idia Shroud

He thought your delusion was really poggers and wanted to know how it worked. Lol, didn't turn out so well as he thought it would huh...

Fear begins to creep into him, horror and flashbacks returning to his mind about Ortho.

...He shakes his head. No, he can't do the same to you. You are a person, someone too special to be botheted by any other mechanism or robot.

Truth to be told, this guy would be the calmest out of them all believe it or not. He knows you'll die, yes. But he's already felt the pain. It'll be fine to feel it again right? Right..?

He's conflicted of what to do or even to know what to do on such a complicated case. What does the delusion do?

And the slightest panic urges in his body when he asks to see it, finding it barely shining and is just a simple jewelry you can find anywhere in Twisted Wonderland.

Please...help him. Now he can't hold back, he will sob in his room when you aren't there. He will breakdown.

You may say it's not as bad as the others. True, it isn't based on built relationships with you. But if it's based off of his own experience...he will and can feel the most pain.

Slightly in reluctance, he will do all he can to reverse your fate and turn back everything how it should be.

Fellow harbinger or not, you deserve a better life too. And so, he'll attempt to give that life to you no matter how hard.

Malleus Draconia

God forbid him even KNOW about your situation. If he hears about it, no joke, all hell will break loose.

First meeting with you, of course what tied him to you was your strong will and bravery. Had you always been this...nice? Admirable? He doesn't know how to say.

When he saw you beat up some Diasomnia students in less than a single minute he was really impressed.

And perhaps, stirred a certain something in his heart. He admired the sparks, all the magic when you gracefully defeated your opponents. And so swiftly too!

He loved it. You built up the wonderful feelings of warmth in his chest so delicately...

...Only to crush it beyond redemption of your horrendous words and reckless actions.

Why? Was is not ENOUGH for you? Simply torturing his heart with your simple words of retreating, he couldn't believe it. He just stares at you so...wounded.

He never felt this way before. He was powerful, anyone feared him and yet here he was, sad over you.

No, no. He can do this. His child of man was strong and can endure anything. He'll definitely defy the laws of time, break every rule of reality and destiny just for you. He will not accept this and will tell you to keep your delusion.

Somewhere you'll never ever have to see it again. Just as long as you're there, he'll cuddle you in his arms and make sure you're safe and sound with him.

(I wrote this in one shot without even taking a break and it's now 12:25AM, my fingers hurt. Imma sleep bye lol–)

#twisted wonderland #angst prompt #fanfic #fatui harbingers #crossover #fluff #headcanon

[legitimatesatanspawn]

Something I can't stop thinking about: Present Mic's work bullshit schedule.

His three jobs are teacher, pro hero, and radio show host. Now to be fair pro and radio can have different hours but...

Radio Shows have set times. Even if we assume he just has the prime time hours because hero, that's still 3 or 4 hours that day on top of whatever prep or office stuff or paperwork has to be done.

UA's schedule seems to follow the standard 8-ish to 4 pm just for homeroom and classroom stuff, not even getting into faculty meetings or grading homework or if he helps students with a club or anything like that. There's also basically April to next March minus August and like... I want to say a week or two for the winter break? So let's lower it down a little to 10 months, not counting the different hours for Saturday or the absence of Sundays. The hours at the start of this paragraph doesn't include getting to work or leaving for one of his other jobs.

And then there's the Pro Hero job which has god only know what hours and how he does it. Does he have set patrols? Does he only do nights and Sundays now because of his schedule?

But you know what set it off my thoughts this time?

The CD Drama.

Hizashi gifted All Might the complete 4 terabyte set of his show's broadcast. "100,000 hours" or so he claimed. Much like Aizawa in the clip I heard, I was baffled. The math doesn't work out by any stretch of the imagination.

Even if we assume that Hizashi has done his radio show for the full 11 years of his being a hero, whether it's just Prime Time hours or if he had different slots to keep enemies on their toes, that's 3-6 hours a day for upwards to the full 11 years. Which by math is 12,045 to 24,090 hours. The 100,000 hours meanwhile is about 11 years and 5 months of nonstop 24/7 chatter.

By every aspect that is physically, temporally, and practically impossible.

I know it's just a joke but this is why I should not be given math and existing structures.

Present Mic's schedule is difficult if feasible but the CD Drama's hours are genuinely impossible. Unless the "100,000 hours of my show" are padded out 87% to 76% with music and other stuff.

But what if I'm more charitable with the time?

Let's say Hizashi's done the thing as part of a UA school project that he got approval for - in half hour segments - starting in Year 2. And let's say he managed to do six hour segments before getting into UA as a teacher. Let's... go with him being a teacher for 6 years of the 11 he's been a Pro for, to give him a long enough time on the job to be comfortable but short enough that he had an established name before it. And as a teacher he limits himself to 3 hour segments aside from holidays or school breaks where he does 6.

And because I don't feel like giving the full math on it for sick days or Sundays off or him doing actual breaks, we're going the full maximum on time just to show off how bad the schedule still is. But keep in mind UA students have about... remember the time? So that's 45 days out of 365 where he'd be at 6 hours (teacher) or 0 (student).

UA Student: 2*(0.5*(365-45))=302

Pro Hero: (11-6)*(365*6)=10950

Teacher: 6*(( (3*(365-45))+(45*6)))=7380

302+10950+7380=18632

So instead of the rough estimates of 12,045 to 24,090 hours, we have a more precise maximum estimate of 18,632 hours across a show's 13 years run. Without the subtraction of Sundays, vacations, sick days, and so on because doing the show nonstop like that would build up stress and burnout and all kinds of health risks.

But as you can see it still isn't enough time to make the claimed 100,000 hours. Which would require 24/7 Awake Nonstop Talking Ever to be possible. ... I forgot the leap years but that'll just add like a negligible amount, like 18 hours?

If there is actually that much harddrive space eaten up, I really wanna know what the rest of it really is.

tldr: Present Mic's radio show is likely around 12,045-24090 hours or an estimated max of 18,632 hours of playtime. 100,000 hours is literally impossible as that's about 11 years and 5 months of 24/7 talking.

#just talking #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #overthinking again #present mic #yamada hizashi #plus ultra #applying math #taking the joke seriously #why am i like this

[x-neurotoxin-x]

I'll take the bait. Can you give us some headcanons about Dabi's did?

Yaaay! Somebody took the bait!

Okay, so, like, my hcs around this can vary a lot depending on the concept I'm using in the fic or whatever but I've gone over briefly in other posts how Touya would meet criteria for dissociative identity disorder given he went through a huge amount of trauma and abuse throughout early childhood and continued suffering trauma after trauma with basically zero support system or healthy coping mechanisms well into adolescence and adulthood, on top of a separation from his identity and a lack of bodily autonomy.

Default headcanons are usually:

He's very separated from the majority of his system and usually isn't aware he's a system, having a lot of amenisa and black out switches.

"Touya" being an alter still very much in a child-like mental state maturity wise, holding a lot of his childhood trauma and unhealthy attachments to abusers or unsafe people like his Father.

"Dabi" being an alter that falls more under a protector role with some persecutory traits who developed mainly to help Touya survive on the street, tends to be critical towards Touya and is more untrusting and closed off emotionally.

Other than Dabi and Touya, most of his other alters don't have names, mostly due to him being very disconnected from his system as a whole and being dehumanized and/or dehumanizing himself

Having several other alters that serve other purposes, including alters that'll engage in self harm or purposely put him in dangerous situations, sexual protectors and trauma holders, persecutors that reenact abuse or normalize it, and gatekeepers that keep things hidden from certain alters.

He as a system struggles a lot with delusions and psychosis so tends to dismiss a lot of stuff pointing to him being a system by either denying or downplaying things as him being "crazy" or thinking of them as "ghosts or demons."

Now, if I incorporate other hcs into it - like the ones surrounding csa and religious abuse, or the hcs surrounding ujiko/afo shit with dehumanization and deeper medical and psychiatric abuse, then there's further ways I can take these headcanons.

(Tw: I touch in csa, sa, ramcoa and hc-did here so if those are triggering subjects for you read with caution)

A lot of times I think of him with Highly Complex DiD, and a programmed system due to organized and prolonged abuse.

This headcanon I usually tie to the Ujiko hcs, and that he already had DiD before that and Ujiko took advantage of it and programmed other alters into him through torture, dehumanization.

Alternatively, I have a few hcs about Touya being trafficked and exploited by his parents and the hero commission, and them using organized abuse to cause him to dissociate and form alters - whether to use him as a hero for the hero society and later abandoning him when he can't meet standards, or for exploitive, sexual reasons after he was no longer useful as a hero, like basically using him for that instead.

Some of these alters reinforce whatever was being forced into him, and justify and normalize what was done to him. Others block out certain information and keep the main system from knowing and remembering too much.

In that case, being polyfragmented and having a large alter count, splitting off regularly.

These alters making it ironically easier for him to survive on the street because those alters will front to either a) use a fight response and kill, b) a fawn response and get himself out of bad situations by basically doing whatever's asked of him, or c) using survival tactics that might be triggering for him like fighting, prostitution, etc in order to be able to get by without burdening the rest of the system or main hosts.

In this case, that's also why I hc he isn't aware he's a system, certain alters erase and block off that knowledge from him.

Again I haven't actually gotten into the system dabi hcs in fics like I'd like to, and honestly gotta explore it more in later fics if I can find interesting concepts to work it into (suggestions or prompt ideas would be highly appreciated btw 👀).

#ask to tag

[lurkingteapot]

Last Twilight ภาพนายไม่เคยลืม Ep 2

I apologise in advance for inconsistent name romanisations, I TRY to remember what the official ones are for names I've seen but I also watched this without subs so all new names are a guessing game, and the EXISTING ones aren't consistent within the show, so. idk. I had a point. Reaction log!

is that his technical college/vocational school shirt?

"hunger is the best spice!" can I say Y I K E S

oh, she's a chef?

ooof the music when he asked about the dad

that's like. almost twice a foreign high-school teacher's salary.

asdfasdf Night

oh so Night is using Day's caretaker as his personal … idk, help? too? that'll be the source of zero conflict, I'm sure :grimacing:

แค่ดูแบดๆ อะ THANKS FOR THE SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD NOW, NIGHT

(I'm going to have to comment of how much I love seeing Mark as a member of the main, not just recurring, cast for at least another two episodes. He'll get a lead role eventually.)

oh that looks like he's likely to run into it and make it spill though

>_> awww little prince + badminton? wonder who made that painting

I'd say don't stick your hand in there but that water looks like it BADLY needs changing/cleaning anyway

oof impressive

kinda weird to wander around the room while Day's asleep, think, but -- asdfadsfasd the PLANT

I really love how we get to see Jimmy just act here. NO speaking, we just get to see Mawk Mhok move in space. I love that

ow Mhok you don't just move people's stuff around without their consent

I love Phawjai (also fuck this she's Phawjai and he's Mawk, or she's Porjai and he's Mork, it's the same fucking vowel what in the romanisation hell)

asdfasdf he's such a LOSER I love him

omg Jimmy's skin ACTUALLY looking like a real person's right now? whoa

hey maybe you could ask Day to open the door for you

Onn … heh

adsfasdfasd they're so silly I love it

I like what they're doing with the eyework in the scenes with Onn and Day

YAY assistive technology

I love that that doesn't even seem to have occurred to Mhok here

and I think Mhok is just getting that Omm is not judging him on his looks

yep here we are

adsfasdf I love that Onn told Mhok

I'd just go, honestly, but I love that Mhok seems to think it's a challenge

oh, that's the little prince audiobook?

the music now that he's dropped the eye drops (hah) is like something out of a horror movie

he's gonna have to call for help

asdfasdfadsf oh Mhok that's gonna come to bite you in the ass, it's not your SHIRT that smells

dfasdfsdfsdfadsf oh dear

Mhok you can't just do that just 'cause he can't see

asdfadsf he Khun Nuu'd him

I TOLD YOU THAT TANK NEEDED CLEANING and also all that knocking must've been stressful af for the fish, just saying

Jasmine!

oh that looks good

asdfdsfd the comic timing on "what are you afraid of" here was GOLDEN

horror movies, oh no

well shit

are you telling me they didn't even tell anyone he was in Thailand? what the actual fuck, Day's family

harsh, Day

look this kind of sitch is probably sorta not cool for Mhok

oh fuck poor Phawjai (also: called it)

yeah

oop this is gonna backfire so hard

yeep

oh shit there it is

oh, there's a part 5 for those horror movies?

BUT Day's down in the living room again, I notice

Phawjai, you absolute star

GOLDFISH SLIPPERS omg

oh you'll leave the house with HER

Mhok trying to put himself in Day's shoes, huh. not sure if smart or offensive, but at least he's trying, I guess, which is more than we can say for most folks we've seen around Day so far?

Mhok's "fart proudly - stand behind me" shirt is taking me OUT

yeah, that makes sense

Day, wtf, that's so dangerous, I'm sure you've been on a scooter in Bangkok traffic when you could still see! you must know you can't tell for sure there'll be room for you to do that left and right of you!

a friend for the fish, huh, let's hope they don't kill each other

I hate to be this person but how often, exactly, are you supposed to use these eye drops, Day? I mean I guess his eyesight is going anyway, but …

I'm really enjoying the show so far. Solid. P'Aof material is being P'Aof material and I'm really enjoying that.

#last twilight the series #last twilight #ภาพนายไม่เคยลืม #last twilight ep 2 #bl watch liveblog #my nonsense

[iamstartraveller776]

Sleepy prompts: Darklina + 40

“I’m gonna carry you to bed if you keep arguing with me about not needing sleep.”

A/N: Thank you so much for the prompt! Here's a bit of a Modern Business AU. I hope you enjoy! [ao3]

INVOLUNTARY

Alina hadn't meant to fall asleep. No, actually she did. She hadn't meant to sleep through the alarm she set on her phone. Lately there weren't enough hours in the day between doing her job and helping Mal do his.

"This presentation could lead to a big promotion, Alina. That'll change everything for us."

Us. She should be glad that he's finally talking about their future, and she was. They'd been stuck in a holding pattern for years, the corporate climb always taking precedence. Right now, though, she'd be grateful to catch more than an hour or two of sleep at night. In few days, they'd be in the same timezone again—the six hour difference was not helping.

Until then, she'd just have to catch a power nap when she could.

"Miss Starkova."

That familiar baritone pulled her out of a dream where she was lounging on a white sand beach, and she wanted to groan. A furious blush followed in the next second when she remembered where she was: the small study in her boss's hotel suite.

"Mr. Morozov!" she exclaimed as she sat bolt upright. "I'm sorry. I was just—" She shuffled through the papers on the desk, cheeks burning brighter at the bit of drool on the quarterly financial report. Great.

Aleksander Morozov, CEO and president of Ravka Enterprises, leaned against the door jamb, arms crossed. She'd seen him out of his usual three-piece suits before, but somehow the dark grey slacks and black button-down, collar undone, sleeves rolled to his elbows, seemed more intimate. A sight reserved for a date rather than his harried assistant.

His expression was unreadable as he cocked his head. "You were just...what?"

Alina bit back a frustrated sigh. If she'd woken with the alarm, he wouldn't have caught her literally snoozing on the job. She would have been done with the reports, caught up on emails, and updated his schedule before he returned from drinks with—who was it, again? She ran a hand over her face.

She had at least another hour of work ahead of her, two more like, and Mal would be calling any minute. She could laugh, but she'd probably cry instead.

"I can take this to my room." She stood, gathering the files and printouts. "I'll have tomorrow's schedule in your inbox before you wake up, and—" She cut off at the soft press of his hand over hers.

He was behind her, so near she could feel the heat radiating from him. She resisted the urge to inhale the subtle mix of cologne and bourbon. God, she needed sleep.

"What's wrong?" He moved his hand to her shoulder, encouraged her to turn toward him.

She shook her head and tried to smile up at him. "I'm fine. Just tired is all."

He frowned, searching her face with those dark, lancing eyes. "Yes," he said. "I've noticed. You've been tired this entire trip. Why?"

Alina grimaced. Apparently she hadn't been keeping up appearances as well as she thought. "It's nothing." At his flat look, she admitted, "Mal has an important presentation coming up, and I've been helping him at night. It won't happen again." Sleeping at work, she meant. Of course she'd help Mal.

A good girlfriend was available whenever she was needed. A good girlfriend wasn't resentful. And a good girlfriend's stomach didn't flutter when her older, unfairly handsome employer stood close enough that she had to crane her neck to keep her gaze on his.

"Ah, Malyen." Aleksander said his name with what almost sounded like a note of derision. "And he can't manage this presentation without you?"

The question sent a spike of indignation through her. Worse, though, it pricked too close to her own three a.m. thoughts. "Of course he can."

"Good." The corner of Aleksander's mouth curved up a hair. "Then you can get some rest." He nodded toward the paperwork and laptop. "That can wait."

"Really, I'm fine." Her body betrayed her in that moment by yawning.

He raised his brow as if daring her to keep arguing.

She was pretty sure her cheeks were permanently red now. "Right." Her hand unconsciously reached for the pile of work, and she stopped herself. It felt strange leaving all of that undone. "I'll just head downstairs."

Her phone buzzed as she picked it up from the desk, and he plucked it out of her hands with a stern look. His expression soured further when he looked at the screen. She squeaked out an objection when he accepted the call, bringing the phone to his ear.

"Mr. Oretsev." He held up a finger as Alina opened her mouth again. "I'm afraid Miss Starkova is unavailable for the rest of the night. I need her to be at her best for tomorrow's meetings, and that means several hours of uninterrupted sleep."

Alina glared at him as he listened to Mal's reply. She set her jaw against another yawn, determined not to prove Aleksander right.

"Yes, I'm aware," he said coolly. "However, since I am the one paying her salary, I must insist that she is well rested and sharp when she is on the clock."

Mal's voice grew louder on the other end of the line, and though she couldn't make out the words, Alina could guess what was being said. Mal didn't like her boss, thought the man was too arrogant, too entitled—particularly of Alina's time. In her less charitable moments, she felt it was rather like the pot calling the kettle black.

Aleksander seemed unfazed by the tirade he was receiving, only hummed as if in agreement. "Then as her boyfriend, I assume you are even more invested in her well-being than her employer."

Alina rolled her eyes. She was going to get an earful from Mal about this later.

"Oh, and Mr. Oretsev," Aleksander said, " a word of caution. You may not work for me, but you'd do well to remember that Keramzin Capital is one of my subsidiaries." He ended the call without waiting for a response.

And now there was yet another fire for Alina to put out before she could catch any shut-eye. "Thanks for that." She glowered at him, holding out her hand expectantly.

He kept his eyes on hers as he slipped her phone into his pocket.

"You can't just take my phone!"

"Someone has to take care of you," he said. "Since neither you nor your boyfriend"—there was no mistaking the derision in his tone this time—"appear to be willing, the job falls to me."

She opened her mouth to balk, but it turned into another jaw-cracking yawn. She hated the vindication that flashed across his features. "Fine. I'm going." She tried to inch around him, but he wouldn't budge.

He held her gaze for a beat, and her exasperation gave way to a different kind of warmth. Embarrassingly, she swayed on her feet, the combination of acute exhaustion, whatever this odd moment was, and the impending drama with Mal entirely too much.

Aleksander grabbed her wrist and her heart leapt into her throat as he lifted her over his shoulder.

"What are you doing!?" she gasped.

"Putting you to bed."

She was mortified at the idea of being carried through the hotel corridors like a misbehaving child, but her breath caught when, a minute later, he dropped her onto a plush king-sized bed—his bed. She tried to sit up, but he pushed her gently back down into the pillows.

"This is where you belong," he said, and she was certain her fatigue-addled imagination was conjuring up an implication that wasn't there. "For the next eight hours, at least."

"But where will you sleep?" she asked around yet another yawn. The bed really was luxuriant. Her eyelids started drooping against her will.

He gave her one of his rare grins as he moved to the foot of the bed. "There's a sofa bed in the other room." He slipped off one of her shoes, then the other, fingers grazing across each ankle, sliding down each foot.

Or was that another figment of her crumbling consciousness?

He helped her get under the feather comforter, and she was glad that she'd chosen business casual as her attire today. Because there was no way she was getting up again.

"Rest as long as you need," he murmured with a tender expression that made her chest tight.

"But the meeting with—"

"I'm perfectly capable of handling things on my own," he said over her. She couldn't help but hear a throwback to his earlier disdainful question about Mal's capabilities. "Now, sleep. That's an order."

Her eyes were more than happy to obey even as she scoffed lightly. "Not on the clock anymore."

He breathed a quiet laugh. "And you won't be until I say so."

She heard him pad toward the doorway, and suddenly, she couldn't let him leave without recognizing his uncharacteristic kindness. "Thank you, Mr. Morozov." Because he was right; she desperately needed this.

He didn't respond, and she looked up, thinking he'd already left. He was still there, though, standing at the threshold, hand hovering over the light switch. He glanced back at her over his shoulder.

"Call me Sasha," he said, barely more than a whisper. He flicked off the light. "Goodnight, Alina."

Blessedly sleep overtook her before she could ruminate on his peculiar behavior.

~FIN~

#darklina #darklina fanfic #alina x aleksander #alina x kirigan #alarkling #my fic #sab #modern au #business au #fluff #anti mal oretsev