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ೀ⋆OCT 31ST LEGALLY BLONDE ━━ seishiro nagi + coercion !

୨୧ — caution, you are now watching. seishiro nagi + coercion. there’s no way someone broke up with nagi because he’s too blonde!? poor baby, maybe you could provide a little emotional support…(5.5K)

୨୧ — rated r. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, dark content, characters aged up to 20s, college!au, strangers to lovers (?), teaching assistant/student relationship, dom/sub dynamics, some switching, reader is lifted up by nagi, coercion, dubcon, handjobs, virginity loss, cherry chasing, oral fixation, mind break, praise kink, creampies, soft sex, clothed sex, unprotected sex, TA!reader, elle woods!nagi.

୨୧ — director’s note. happy halloween my loves! i hope you enjoy the final kinktober fic! its been super fun writing and editing for you all. stay tuned for the bonus in the coming weeks <3 - m.list ⋆ kinktober m.list ⋆ taglist ✧

this law school thing wasn’t all what it cracked up to be. 

after the love of his life, reo mikage, had broken up with him for someone smarter, blander and richer than him — nagi had been blessed with the genius idea of following his ex all the way to one of the top law schools in the world. the plan was practically fool proof, the guys at his sorority worked hard to help seishiro study — pulling all nighters for practice tests and rewarding him with naps every time he had gotten a question right. 

rin itoshi had even convinced his parents to reach out to a hollywood director so that they could film nagi’s audition tape. it obviously featured isagi and bachira too. nagi had even worn his best designer swim trunks to impress the board of admissions. they’d all been super supportive of the light haired male in his endeavours and were there when he passed his LSAT exam

with all of this combined, he had managed to get in in — if that wasn’t enough for reo, then what was?

the answer? nothing.

reo still wanted that bland, basic bitch his family was marrying him off to. she was sensible, she was rich and seishiro quickly realised that he had only ever been a bit of ditzy fun to reo — a dumb blonde to stick his dick into whenever the time felt right. eye candy and nothing more. balancing his shattering hard with the complexities of law school had been tough for the white haired male and everything seemed to be going wrong. no one would study with him, reo wouldn’t even look at him and his friends back home were busy with the wedding plans nagi so desperately wished he had. 

however, that’s when you came along. 

after having the epiphany that he didn’t need reo to succeed — nagi knuckles down and studied hard for the law firm internship being offered amongst his cohort. he was relieved to have you as a teaching assistant in the process, not only were you absolutely gorgeous but you were compassionate and empathetic. you were smart, eloquent and everything seishiro wished he could be for his ex.

perhaps that’s what drew him to you, why he followed your every word like a puppy drooling after a treat. you’d been kind to nagi for the entire semester, from helping him out with studying for the internship right down to today, where he would be taking on his very first case in a court of law. it should have been easy, the facts were simple too. the client and fellow fraternity brother  (shidou ryousei) was accused of and arrested for the murder of his wife… but something about the events weren’t seeming to add up. nagi couldn’t come up with an alibi either. 

it was as if the words; the reasonings, the justification for shidou’s freedom were right in front of grey-scale eyes, only scrambled up like morse code. “how about we take a break?” as if you were a vision from his dreams or an angel from up above, you appear behind nagi’s tall frame as he slumps defeatedly against the hotel room desk — your hands fixing themselves to his broad shoulders for a massage. “you’ve been at this all night, seishiro.”

the law student swears your touch could heal all human ailments, the warmth of your palms seeping into the tense parts of his muscles like a cell performing diffusion — relaxation forming a comfortable fog over his brain. “i know shidou didn’t do it,” nagi defends with a grumpy pout, leaning back into you so that his head rests lazily against your stomach. “he told me… he said he was getting liposuction.” 

“we’ll need evidence of that,” you note, jerking your head to the side so that nagi can write it down. this entire time you’d been such a good mentor. “good boy.” something clicks in the light-haired male’s brain, a crackle of electricity shooting down his spine at your praise — swirling around in his guts as if to activate arousal.  “run me through the witness statements again.” there’s a sensual lilt to the tone of your voice and your touch cascades from his shoulders up to his neck like a backwards flowing waterfall.

seishiro isn’t sure if he’s making things up or reading the signs correctly — but he knows that there’s some kind of tension bubbling in the air. particles that resemble an aphrodisiac using kinetic energy to collide together, painting the room with lustful colours. “shidou’s step daughter says she heard a gunshot around 2:15pm after leaving the shower, walkin’ downstairs only to find shidou hangin’ over his wife’s body — covered in blood. ugh, this is too much hassle. this doesn’t make any sense!” he tosses an annoyed sigh into quietness of the room, moaning in surprise when you cup the base of nagi’s neck to pull his head up to face you and your eyes meet.

“you need a break seishiro, we can come back to this later,” you hum, the vibrations of your voice laced with sex appeal. as he swallows thickly, the law student’s Adam’s apple bobs under the pressure of your fairy-light grip on his throat — anticipating more from you. at this point, you’re half bent over him as he leans back in the chair, pink tongue slowly darting out to cover your lips in a spit shine. “how about it?” 

this feels so wrong. nagi’s cock stirring beneath his slacks at how good and kind you’re acting towards him. no one has ever gotten him this hot before — no one aside from reo. and you were still his teacher, by technicality, it would be wrong for nagi to even consider sucking your tongue down his throat. and yet, he can’t find it in himself to stop the temperature from rising between you, for falling into your dangerously salacious trap. 

“y-yeah,” he breathes deep when you squeeze his throat a little to test the waters. “i could do with a break.” 

“me too,” you gasp all too agreeably, bending the rest of the way down to capture seishiro’s lips in a searingly hot kiss. just as he wished you pry his mouth open with the tip of your curious tongue — pushing through his plush lips and curling around his own pink appendage. the lip lock is passionate, ravenous despite the mess and spit that you exchange. he chases your lips until he can’t breathe, sloppily accepting anything you give him, letting you lead where he can’t. 

he’s never done this before, not like this, not without reo. but in this moment, the silver-blonde doesn’t think he could ever go back to making out with his ex. not now that you’re the one kissing him. 

“i-i've never done any of this before.” the blonde gulps, swallowing down the copious amount of spit that builds on the palette of his tongue — looking into your eyes as a sense of hunger dawns on him, as if you’re the very meal he’s set to devour. “not without anyone that wasn’t—“

reo. 

sure they’d done stuff together. naughty touches here and there, hands ghosting over boxer briefs and fingers tweaking nipples (sei’s were especially sensitive because of the cute little piercings his ex insisted he get) — but nothing close to actual sex, nothing with a girl, nothing with someone like you. a burning heat, unlike anything nagi’s ever felt before, begins to brew in his lower stomach. his cock rises beneath his pants that suddenly feel all too tight.

nagi’s girth twitches against his thigh as your nails rake their way down his chest and slowly pop open the buttons of his crisply pressed white shirt. it heaves beneath his clothes — heart hammering against its calcium cage of his ribs. 

“i can tell, pretty boy.” you soothe him by purring into the shell of his ear, teeth tugging at the softness of his lobe. “but you’re a good kisser though. did reo teach you that?” your lips cascade down to his neck like a gentle flowing river at the same time that your hands delve below the belt to squeeze at seishiro’s swelling erection — testing the waters. 

his hips instinctively buck up into the warmth of your palm and a grin spreads across your plush lips at the feeling of his precum soaking his underwater and smearing across your fingers in thick, clingy webs. 

white and seedy and he’s nowhere close to cumming. almost like a little virgin. 

“have you ever done this before, seishiro?” 

the sound of his name, salaciously spelt out on his tongue, earns you a high pitched whine from nagi — his head rolling to the side and his thighs squeezing together with vicious need. “n-no,” he pauses before he grunts out a response and his entire body seizes as you take a firmer grip on his cock — jamming a thumb into his leaky slit to spread his arousal. “but i wanted to i just… reo said not until marriage—“

“— you don’t have to listen to reo anymore.” you announce breathily, setting a steady pace to your fist to jerk him off with. you’ve barely started and yet your hand is already glossed in a slight sheen of pre, soiling your knuckles from its viscousness. it’s so much for someone who’s never gone father than sloppy kisses and grinding while making out. it nurtures a certain seed of satisfaction in your chest to see him so messy so fast. “you can listen to me, sweet boy. do you want this… do you want it with me?” 

without letting go of the fat, drippy cock within your grasp — you shift to stand between the desk and nagi’s chair, shoving papers and court notes to the ground in your lustful haze. nagi thrusts lazily into your closed fist as if it’s instinct, following the sensation like a moth takes to a candle light. his grey eyes grow murky like a pond, swimming with desire for you and only you.

who was reo mikage to seishiro nagi? when there was an angel like you willing to feed this inexperienced man morsels of a heavenly pleasure he’s never felt before. the lawyer in training nods at your words like an eager man fallen to siren’s song as bait. “i want you,” he whimpers airily. “i wanna with you.” 

you rub down his thick, lengthy dick far enough to have your fingertips briefly brush against seishiro’s sensitive, weightly balls — just pulsing full of seed to give to you. the feeling makes nagi jump up from his seat so that he immediately towers over you. his height doesn’t overwhelm you, not when the towering blonde collapses onto you with a case of the shakes. he trembles above you, supporting himself by using one hand on the table while is mouth sloppily finds your neck to suck on and pacify himself.

“good boy, sei,” you coo, voice as sweet as hot sugar or candy. “i want you too. i always have. you’re such a pure, darling boy. glad to see that it’s true.” your praise is hidden in your soft moans as seishiro licks at the crystalline salt on your bare skin. you’re a little too twisted, taking advantage of his inexperience and his position beneath you as a student, but neither of you seem to care in this very moment. 

sweat beads against nagi’s hairline like diamonds on an expensive Chanel necklace and roses bloom across his cheeks with exertion — his hips rise and fall into your sticky fist in fluid motions, changing the steady stream of ecstasy you provide him. your hand is a solace for his aching cock, but you still make your student work for it. make nagi chase you since he only works hard for the things he wants. and right now, he wants to reach the end of the tight rope of pleasure you have him walking on. and to stave off the stormy frustration he feels from the case.

your hand wriggles it’s way into his wet silver locks, dragging nagi’s hungry mouth over yours since he’s so desperate to taste you, to have at you. it shows in the way he roughly grabs your hips too, grip so tight it threatens to leave bruises he’ll have to apologise for later. “ngh… please. g-god. miss…a-angel please,” he stutters, his bucking into your hand faster and harder, back and forth, back and forth through the tight ring of your fist. his bright and angry red cockhead peeks through the other side, glazed in opaque white — it’s a nice feeling, blistering hot and sensitive. “i…hah… gotta—“

nagi’s lashes flutter against your cheek — a strained whine reverbing in the base of his throat while you let him fuck your hands to his heart’s content, let him chase this new pleasure he’s never known. let him fall from the high heavens with blackened and burnt angel’s wings. you make him sin, for the first time ever. something about this should feel off to nagi, his law teacher taking advantage of him like this — but at this point, he’s too far gone, drowning in a hellfire of lust. 

mocking his moans, your mouth falls open in one of your own as you follow along with the pitiful expressions crossing the contours of seishirou’s face. “what is it, sei? what do you need?”

the room is too hot. your bodies against each other are temperate in the sex tainted air — accompanied by wet slapping sounds from your hand around his throbbing cock. “n-need to let go. it h-hurts,” he sniffles out, forcing his tongue into your mouth again to calm himself down. the more you speed up, remorselessly jerking him off, the closer nagi gets to the end of his own tether. this sensation is unfamiliar, the crumbling foundation of his orgasm coming crashing down as you fling droplets of his precum and arousal about the place — some of it landing on your clothes, the desk and discarded papers. 

again, neither of you care. 

“surrender to me baby, it’s okay. i’ve got you.” guiding the pale blonde through his first ever orgasm, you pour your heated words into his slobbering mouth — tongue running over his pearly white teeth and tangling with his drool coated tongue. that’s all sei needs to hear before he crumples against you with a shout — the first wave of his high crashing over him and pulling him under. 

it’s world shattering, brain melting as he cums. his abdomen contracts under your never-ending touch, ropes of hot white dribbling from his stimulated tip like a tap that keeps running. nagi swears he almost blacks out, falling dizzy and victim to your lustful charms as he twitches and cums and cums into your soiled palm. 

“f-fuck,” a soft whimper bubbles up on his raw bitten lips, stuttered out in suprise. “w-what was that?” 

“you orgasmed for me, sei, so pretty baby.” comes another set of your gentle praises. he feels his entire body wrack with a shakes at your words, his cock doesn’t dare to soften either. “you look so good when you cum.” 

his greyish-brownish eyes roll back into his skull when you let him go, his tip slapping against his clothed tummy. the brush of his cotton shirt against the slit on his tip makes him writhe from the sensitivity. “c-can i cum for you again? promise i’ll keep being good.” 

“of course,” you grin, proud that to have corrupted the poor boy. “are you okay to let me touch you again or do you want it now?” 

“touch me. now.” he growls, gripping your hand and guiding it towards his dribbling shaft, aiding the movement of your palm around him to start slow and lazy — working seishiro up into a heat once more. this time, the way your hand languidly jerks him off is made smooth by the evidence of his last orgasm, which you now use as lube. if you weren’t pressed for time and with a court case first thing tomorrow, you would have gotten onto your knees to clean up his copious amounts of mess. 

you quickly reduce him to a babbling mess against you, drool laden on his tongue and dripping onto his skin as you drive your thumb over nagi’s hot tip in tight circles with your free hand — touching what doesn’t fit in the other. “reo treated you so badly, poor baby,” you mewl sweetly, kitten licking at his pulse point just below his neck. “you work so hard, you deserve so much better. you deserve me.” 

he believes you, blindly and naively. nodding tenderly despite the way he widely fucks both of your hands as if they’re a makeshift hole — warm and slick, all for him. dopamine shocks him at the stem of his brain, spreading throughout his body like a wildfire only you can tame — it burns so good and  feels even better to have your dainty, perfectly manicured fingers wrap around his chubby girth so deliciously.

for a moment, you let seishiro go to squeeze at his heavy breeder’s balls — noticing the way they pulsate in your palm to signify the pale blonde’s second impending orgasm. “i think…hah… i think ‘m gonna… c-cum! again!”

pushing at his shirt, you press a kiss to the creamy skin of nagi’s shoulder and hum pridefully. “thank you for letting me know, sweetheart. cum for me. give it to me.”

with your permission granted, another blinding ecstasy takes over nagi, and he falls victim to you and your merciless hands once again. blood rushes through his ears like a storm surge, drowning at your angel coos while you guide him through his high, never letting up as you palm him through it all. he quivers and his knees buckle, shooting a hot and hefty load of seed all over your hand and clothes and the papers nearby.  “o-oh! fuck…” nagi chokes on a weak sob, bleating like an innocent lamb at the slaughter house while he weighed against your shorter frame — allowing you to bare the brunt of his weight and height. 

he’s so pretty when he cums, silvering blonde locks matted to his forehead by sweat — cheeks pink and lips swollen and red. if you could, you’d swallow him whole and selfishly devour your student for all that he has to offer. silly little blonde, stupid for trusting you, for wanting to fuck you.

your hand doesn’t slow around his pulsing cock but instead speeds up, digging your thumb into his oozing slit as arousal pearls at its centre once more. “n-no, s’too much.” seishiro cries quietly, tears stinging a pathway down the apples of his milky cheeks. “it hurts.” 

“poor you, poor baby.” you say harshly, mocking the poor blonde’s sniffles and hiccups. he’s exhausted and frustrated but doesn’t dare to pull away — his hips running after your hand hungrily. “you’re so cute sei, panting for me like a bitch in heat, fucking my hand like the dumb little blonde you are.” he hisses at the overstimulation, gargles on spit as it floods his mouth to accompany his appetite for you. 

“i’m not…ngh… ‘m not dumb.” he whinges in response and before either of you know it, seishiro is cumming again. hard. soiling his lap with abundant amounts of white. his chest heaves as he comes down, collapsing against you. he might deny it later, but being dumbed down and reduced to a stupid blonde seemed to really do it for him. 

finding his lips again, you soothe nagi with short and sweet kisses that grow more feverish by his own demand. all of a sudden you find yourself pinned to the desk below with the tall blonde between your instinctually parted legs so that he can grind against your panty clad core. “you’re…you’re right,” you say, breathing deep through your nose as your composure threatens to fall apart. “you’re so smart, sei. you’re the best lawyer on our team but…” bucking your hips once, you lower your voice by an octave so that your words slip through his ears like molten chocolate. “you’re acting like a dumb slut right now. don’t you wanna be my dumb slut, sei?”

his palm flattens against the mahogany desk just above your head, caging you in against its cold surface. “y-yes i do, oh fuck. please lemme fuck you. lemme be inside. i’ll be good.” 

“are you sure, baby?” 

“please—“ 

“but sei,” you brush a stray hair that curls at the centre of his forehead, the dumb blonde looking down at you with swimming grey eyes because he’s so needy. “it’d be your first time…” 

his face scrunches, nose crinkled at its bridge and brows knitted together in frustration. now that nagi’s had a taste of your sinful elixir he can’t seem to stop, you’re like a drug an addict can’t quit. something that could ruin his life or future prospects if he doesn’t get help. and yet he can’t look away, can’t pull his body away from yours and his achy dick from between your thighs — instead leaning closer so that it sinks between your plush pussy lips. 

nagi licks his lips, tongue rolling over his bottom one as he pants desperately. “please angel,” comes his broken beg, hanging pathetically in the sex tainted hair. “i need you. need it so bad. please please please— mph—!”

satisfied with his begging, you shove a set of cum soaked digits past the swell of seishiro’s pretty lips — chuckling darkly as his tongue laps over and in between them, and he whines at the salty taste of his arousal on your skin. “atta boy,” you coo, thrusting deep into the hot cavern of his mouth until the pale blonde gags around you, swallowing your fingers down like they’re a cock. he sucks so obediently, so desperately as if to please. like a good student too — and all the while, you work on kicking off your panties and flipping up your skirt so that he can get a nice rewarding view of your glistening cunt. 

“c’mere,” you reach out to the blonde and he leans into you, letting you wrap an arm around his shoulders to keep him in place. “sei,” you gasp at the first contact of his thick, long shaft against your throbbing wet mound — mouth agape as if you’ve taken a gunshot wound to the chest. “do you know how to do this, smart boy? do you know how to fuck?”

nagi nods, pressing his forehead to yours while his hips jut forward on their own and his seedy tip brushes against your pearling clit so deliciously. at first, his movements are lax and the room is filled with the lewd squelches of your sexes moving over one another, but your breathing soon grows ragged and the salacious bump and grind becomes stickier and wetter. 

“u-uhuh.” he mumbles in response.

he’s so good for you even when his mouth is full and his mind is dazed, sucking on your fingers while he lets you overwhelm him. however, the blonde is only so well behaved and patient, and it’s not long before he slips his girth past the tight ring of your entrance without any warning. his fingertips dance up to your waist, grabbing at the fat there and using it as leverage to drag you to the edge of the table so he can sink into you further.

“oh…fucking hell!” you whimper wetly against the junction of nagi’s neck, nails digging into his shoulders to steady yourself while he sets the pace to your sinful dance. he’s bigger than what you expected (despite mapping his girth out with your hands), stretching your sloppy walls wide to accommodate for his size. you don’t complain, however, eyes rolling as he brushes up against pleasure spots you could never reach on your own. “o-oh baby, fuck me.” 

you pull your fingers out of his mouth with a lewd pop, desperate to hear the symphony of his sweet, low and sexy moans instead of having them muffled by your fingers while he fucks you for the first time. the pale blonde can hardly believe it — having your warmth wrapped around him and your cunt drool down on him like a waterfall. 

the law student throws his weight into fucking you, bullying his way into the deepest parts of your womb to slothfully fuck up your gooey insides. your cunt, your moans, your whole body has some kind of control over nagi — dumbing him down and reducing him to a sex crazed mess. to the point where he can’t even remember his ex’s name. he’s a mop of pale blonde hair and sweaty clothes, entirely hunched over you. 

“y-you’re so tight,” he tells you in a dreamy sigh, lost in the heat of your core. nagi’s grabs at your pudgy thighs and drags you back and forth onto his dick, the new deepness to his thrusts causing you to squeeze and froth around the fat base of nagi’s cock. “hah, feels so…so good.” 

wrapping your shaky legs around his slender waist, you offer up the same treatment to nagi — pulling him close to the point where he’s buried in your sluice sex right up to the hilt. his precum smears against your ribbed walls and his broken whimper echoes around your hotel room. “that’s it, fuck me like you fucked my hand, sweet boy.” lust sparks against your sex slicked bodies, your breasts bouncing with every one of nagi’s calculated yet sloppy thrusts. you can’t get enough of one another, clinging and clawing at one another’s bodies madly. “you can do it, prove to reo that you don’t need him. only me.” 

“o-only you.” nagi repeats weakly, tucking his face into your neck as he pounds you to the high heavens. the desk creaks beneath the force of his thrusts, threatening to break at the nails and bolts that hold it together. his eyelashes flutter against your skin, his low and deep moans mixed with high pitched gasps send a hot rush of dopamine across your brain and it really is all too much. 

nagi’s already cum three times and managed to fold you in half over his desk as a virgin. he feel as though he might break with how much he loves this, loves fucking you senseless. another fresh set of tears burn tracks down his face and gather in his unfairly long lashes as they tickle your skin. he hiccups and heaves against you, whilst his breathing grows ragged every time his glistening cock escapes the snugness of your tight pussy, precum stringing along your puffy folds. 

“so good baby, s-so fucking good!” your voice is broken and husky as you praise him, making his dick pulse against your g-spot over and over again. you’re fairing no better than he is, your skin blistering hot to the touch and bruised from how tight your student is gripping you — pulling you back onto his cock.

the pale blonde feels though he might burst, cream your insides like he did your hand and ruin that pretty skirt of yours — the one that sticks to his pelvis because of how close your bodies are. it’s rubbed him raw while he fucks you raw. “‘m i the best?” seishiro asks, cherishing the embrace of your viscous walls, his shaft coated in a crude mix of white as it froths from your tight little hole. “t-tell me i’m the best…” 

“t-the best i’ve ever had! f-fuck, sei!” you squeal in response, only egging the law student on, babbling your praises while fat droplets of your arousal flies about the place — painting nagi’s pelvis in a shiny gloss, curling in his white happy trail as well. 

“‘m the best. i’m the best for you.” grunting from the exertion and the very force of his own thrusts, seishiro wraps both of his strong arms around your middle and stands up from the table — taking you with him. at the new angle, the coil in your stomach only tightens and you fling your arms around his neck to prepare yourself for what’s to come next. “s’not enough, not deep enough. fuuuck you’re so wet and warm. i-i can’t,” he drawls lowly, nipping at the shell of your ear on instinct. 

that’s when seishiro begins to use his sheer strength to lift and drop you back onto his thick girth, fucking up into you at the exact same time. “g-good god!” you cry out, your impending orgasm prickling at your pelvis — shooting down each section of your spine. all of it only serves to spur nagi on. 

“give me your fingers,” he demands huskily, cantering into you from bellow — your juices running a steamy track down his heavy balls as they harshly smack against your peachy ass. “wan’ suck on ‘em. give ‘em.”

you don’t have time to register his ask because he grabs your wrist before your mind can even catch up (too occupied with the way he’s churning up your guts) and has two of your fingers in his eager little mouth — sucking on them diligently. you shudder as nagi runs his tongue between them, coats them in spit and drool that tracks across his chin once he’s done with them. 

“touch yourself for me?” he pleads through a wet whine, almost too innocently. “wanna see you cum this time.” 

it’s only then that you realise he’s been holding himself back, staving off his orgasm so he can see you writhe and gush all for him. the overstimulation must be burning at his brain, sizzling off his nerve endings and it’s probably more than the dumb little blonde virgin can take. so you do as he asks, trailing your spit slicked fingers between your bodies as they grind down on one another and you with your sensitive clit, pulling its hood back to draw tight circles over the pleasure nub. 

“o-oh! seishiro!” 

“that’s right, touch yourself f’me. wanna see you lose it like you make me lose it,” he moans softly constraining with how rough nagi pounds up into you. one of his hands slips from your hips to grope at your ass, pushing you down on him and forcing his cock to grind against that one special spot threatening to make you break. “‘m sorry,” he whimpers as though he’s going to cry. “d-don’t think i can hold back, angel.” 

“then don’t,” you gasp at the new friction, holding onto your last strings of sanity as you fumble with your clit tucked away between your ravaged folds. “i know you wanna cum for me, sei. l-let go, yeah? wanna see you break for me, like a good blonde slut.” 

your encouragement doesn’t give seishiro much choice, and while he’s in control of your bodies — his lean, strong frame anchoring you down onto his cock as it bullies your insides, you are in control of his mind. you destroy his train of thought, ruin the self-made man he was and send him tumbling into his final high. nagi’s orgasm breaks the surface viciously, pouring another load of his cum against your ripe and rippling walls. there’s still so much of it, the warm and viscous white seeping from your cunt and smearing all over your hot mound. 

the force of nagi’s high is so strong that he nearly drops you, just about managing to pin you safely to the desk once more. he’s still cumming and cumming and cumming — but that doesn’t stop him from thrusting into you hard and fast, desperate to trigger your orgasm so he can reward himself. it doesn’t take long, he’d already had you seated on the edge before his mind had shattered to pieces just from fucking you. 

you gush down his length and all over what remains of your shitty case notes (he probably didn’t need them anyways) with a pornographic shout when you finally hit your peak. it’s like the crescendo of a beautiful song — the world around you spinning and flashing white as you squirt and gush for the white haired lawyer. 

“f-fuck.” you giggle with a soft smile, fatigue washing over the both of you come down from the gates of heaven — crashing back down to earth with ecstasy still buzzing in your veins. “good boy, sei. you did so good for me,” you hum softly. “do you feel any better?” 

seishiro looks up at you from where his heavy frame has collapsed on your chest — clothes sweaty and askew, and offers you a lazy grin in return. “better,” he mumbles meekly and kisses a slither of your exposed skin, still grinding his seed into you as if to make sure it sticks. “thank you.” 

bringing a hand up to toy with his hair and soothing him, you nod. “good, we should get some rest, you’ve got a big trial tomorrow, pretty boy.” 

“do you think I can do it?” 

“i know you can, sei.” you scratch at his scalp. “i meant it. what i said earlier. you’re the best lawyer on our team. shidou’s defence stands a pretty good chance.” 

nagi grins once more, only this time he leans up to press a chaste kiss to your unexpecting mouth — pouring all of his gratefulness into it. 

because thanks to you, he feels more confident about the trial, — almost as if he’s won the trial already. and even if nagi goes lose, at least he’s won you over.

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[ghostieyanyan]

Yandere! Kalim x reader, but yandere but they're bad at their jobs au. Like one minute Kalim act all sadistic and dark then the next thing when reader asked if he wants some pets he went to his usual happy sunshine puppy that demands pets

yes~~ presious baby boi just wants love but he so spoil x3

what i also like to think about with yandere kalim is that he knows right and wrong but its so water down for him that "he just cant help it ^^

For fun, im making this into a modern mafia au ^^

~Just trying to help~

Yan!Boss!Kalim x Worker!mc

Warnings: power dymanmic, mafia mention, violence mention, nsfw hints, death?, manipulation

~~~~~

The Asim, they are known for their wealth and their trades. They're a super big powerful family with a lot of people (both loyal and not loyal) under them. They kind of give "untouchable kings" vibes. Theyre still really nice to their "people", you just don't see them a lot, or at all really. The only way to really "talk to them" is by talking to someone in their circle but there are layers into that circle. some people thinks that their family is shady, like the rich people act is a persona to hide something but no one really has proof.

But you really don't have to worry about that. You have your own stuff to worry about, like living expenses. You were basically living on the streets, barely living. You did side jobs to get by. maybe you'll clean or maybe you'll babysit. when you were a kid, you always wanted to help people. But with your home life, money, you couldn't really get to your dreams even if you tried. you stopped school pretty early and its a little too late for you to get back into it. plus what school will accept you. you lived in a community where rich gets richer and medium class becomes poor... I guess that's where you are, what your luck...

you were heading to your next "job" place. you had to clean for a really sweet old couple, the Wrights. They couldn't afford much either but they try to help you whenever they can. Example, you clean places that they cant reach, in exchange they give you dinner, as much as they can. you always wish them good health. they are too sweet for this unfair world.

you were lost in your head, enjoying the memories and conversation you had with them. But when you to their place, you see 3 grown men towering over Mr. Wright.

"please understand.. we aren't here for trouble but your son does owe us some money. were just here to collect."

"please.. we havent seen our son in months. hes not here."

"come on, blue carb! i wanna go home! if you dont tell us-"

"Floyd, we aren't here for threats."

"hmm..? oh my... what do we have here?"

the light hair man turn to you with a very scary smile. You didnt have time to take even a step when one of the men grabs you by the arm. he had teal hair with a black stirp. he had awful smile that showed off his sharp teeth.. the smile looked every threatening..

"were just here to talk about business, why dont you scram shrimpy."

you started to tremble and turned to Mr. Wright. he gave you a weak smile and moved his hand like to shoo you away.

"go on dear. it'll be okay."

you gulped in terror but you dug your heels into the ground. if you didn't, who knew what these shady guys would do to this kind old couple.

"h-he.. said he hasn't seen his son! n-ow get out of here before i call the police!!"

"..."

".."

"..."

everyone got quiet.. no one moved.. the men seem stun by your outburst. the man, that was holding you, didn't seem to like your outburst and gripped your arm, harder. it hurts..!

"tck.. im getting really annoyed, shrimpy... Should break your arm to show you-"

"actually Floyd, i have a better idea."

the light hair man walks up to you and hands you a card.

"i am Azul Ashengrotto. i run a cafe called the Mostro Lounge and Mr. Wright's son has owe us a pretty penny~"

The way he spoke gave you chills. You hated it. it was too sweet when you knew that the words he spoke are laced with poison.

"What if-..."

You had to take a long deep breath, you're risking a lot for even thinking this... but you had to. you were the only able person to protected these people who gave you more than you've asked.

"what if... i worked for you..? i'll work for you, pay off the owe money and you'll have to leave Mr. and Mrs. Wright alone! Deal..?"

the light hair man pauses.. then smiled. he put his hand out for a handshake.

"Its a Deal."

when you took his hand, that was it. you had to say goodbye to your home away from home. you gave mr.wright a smile and left with the strange men...

~~~

the next few weeks you learned what they did, kind of, and what they needed of you. they didn't tell you 100% of everything but you were supposed to be their servant, or an errand boy, or something like that?

the job wasn't bad at all. you cleaned, get anything they need, run things for them. sometimes they call you for... personal reasons. In exchange you get 3 meals a day and a comfortable room. which honestly, you weren't complaining. before, you would have one meal a day and even sleep on either a hard floor or a gross mattress. At this rate, after you finish paying off the Wright's debt, you might just stay here.

sometimes the job brings pretty scary people that show up out of nowhere. they often had big weapons to their side, some would have the weapons ready and loaded. Jade, Floyd, or Azul often gets you out of the way and most times tell you to cover your ears and close your eyes. sometimes they have you clean up their messes after these scary men... "leave." you knew better but you cant really say or do anything about it so.. you just don't question it.

after a month, you thought you get used to your new home life now but- you accidentally ran into someone or someone ran into you.

"oh my-! are you okay? im so sorry!! i-"

"no no! its okay. i should have been more careful."

the mysterious man helped you up. he had bright red eyes and white white that complement his dark skin every nicely. he had a black dress shirt and a red suit with gold accents, red dress pants to match. when he helped you up, you notice he's hands are really soft. big contrast to your hands.

"I'm sorry again."

he was about to run away but stopped and sheepishly turn and smile at you. it kind of reminded you of a happy teenage.

"actually... do you know where the Mostro lounge is? i... i think im lost. hehe." he scratched the back of his head. the embrassement on his face was slowly growing on you because he kept smiling.

it was kinda weird to see someone around here with such a bright smile..? like an genuine smile or maybe hes just a good actor or something..? you cant say.

"oh.. its a left then a right." you poked.

"kk! thank you~"

he turned and ran away again. you were about to leave but he stopped you again.

"can you actually walk with me there..? i asked directions before and got lost.. hehe~ pretty please?"

with his charming smile, you couldnt help but smile back.

"okay, follow me."

during your walk there, he asked a few question. they were harmless questions, enough. favorite colors? favorite food? favorite animals? where have you been? favorite places to go? etc.

when you got there a tall man with dark skin and long beautiful black hair rushed to your side, well more like to the other man.

He had the same outfit as the white hair man but they both wore it differently. which wasnt a bad thing. it compliment their personalities. Like jade, floyd, and azul do with their suits too.

"Kalim! where have you been?! we just left the elavoter and you were gone from my sights?! why did you-?"

"oh ya! i saw this pretty ocean theme pillows and i wanted to get some but you had my wallet hehe~ so... can i get them? they be perfect for-!"

"no. ugh..."

you felt really uncomfortable... it was like a mother scolding her kid... the black hair man looked at you. you shifted your feet uncomfortably.

"who are you? i dont remember you from our last visit?"

you raise your hands up and backed up slightly. people here are either very suspicious, they often come to see azul for his deals, or naive soul, that came for the ocean-like atmosphere.

"im just a-"

two arms snaked around you. you started to freak out. this is how you die--!!!

"shrimpy!! where's my drink~~? ive asked it for about... like 10 minutes ago~~~"

Oh! its just Floyd. he practicely moaned in your ear. it was a lot to get used to Floyd's mood swings. but you learn to avoid him when hes upset or just do want he says and not say too much. if he tries to tease you, he often gets bored and wonders to do who knows what.

"oh! hi sea snake! hi sea otter!"

"Floyd.. for the last time, stop calling us-

"hi Floyd!! haha!"

the white hair man jumped up and join the hug! you were getting crushed between these two... you were patting their backs in a way to say "okay thank you but-- that enough..!!! im dying! let me go!"

"jamil! Kalim! its great that you made it! a bit late but- i cant say im suprised."

"tsk.. hello jade... azul..."

the dark hair man, pulled the white hair man off you. it helped but Floyd is still squeezing you like he was trying to kill you, not literally... hopefully.

"ah.. its seems that you met our new hire. Jamil, Kalim, this is (mc)."

you, trying your best with the situation youre in with floyd right now, bowed your head as jade introduced you.

"hehe. we found shrimpy when we were at the Wright's place."

"did you get the money..?"

"no~ they were being stubborn but (mc) offer to pay off the money that was owed so i cant complain too much."

azul spoke and rubbed your head like a kid. you didnt like how they were talking about you like you werent there. or rather, talking about the Wrights like they were bad.. but you held your tongue. you didnt want to get them mad... especially when floyd is still holding you.

"ohh.. poor (mc). dont worry, well protect you from those mean people. im kalim, Kalim al-asim!"

"Kalim!"

"and thats jamil, Jamil Viper."

"Kalim! dont give our names to strangers! you dont even know them-"

"Well then~ we'll just have to just spend time with them!"

Kalim.. Kalim al-asim.... an Al-Asim.. Al-Asim! This smiling ray of sunlight is an Asim??

apparently your face paled because Kalim reached for your face and held your face into his hands. he gave you a giggle and smiled as he massage your cheeks in his hands.

"hehe youre so cute. after our meeting with Azul, i want to hangout with you on your break. when is it? hmm?"

you turned to Azul, he nodded his head in approval.

"i-its.. its in 2 hours from now.. sir.."

"hehe.. no need to talk so formal. just call me Kalim. And okay, on your break, meet me by the front door of the Mostro lounge, kk?

"y-yes.. kalim.."

he gave you a smile and all the 5 men started to head to Azul VIP room..

what did you get yourself into....

~~~

You've been spending a lot of your time with kalim as of late. To the point where you felt guilty for leaving work.. but you'd feel more guilty for saying no to kalim. You tried once. It was one too many.

You initially wanted to keep some distance. But with kalim's smile and charisma, you couldn't say no. Kalim always found a way to have lots of fun and he will always include you too.

Every time you came back to the Mostro lounge, floyd gives you a stink eye and a "why wasn't i invited~?" whine. Jade gives you his creepy smile and does a weird thing by leaning in and asking "did anything exciting happened~?", whatever that means. Azul doesn't seem upset at all. It made you anxious. Is he marking down your pay when you're out with kalim..? You checked your accounts and you were still getting payed for your work but.. you didn't do any work..?

You decide to talk to azul about it. You didn't want something like this be in the air, with someone as slimy as azul.. and with money no least!!

You knocked.

"Um.. azul..? Are you busy?"

You peeked through the door of Azul's office, and they vip room.

"... no. What do you need..?

he was working on some papers and he looked.. unpleased.

"I.. ill ask later."

You tried to take your leave befor-

"You wanted to ask about your pay..?"

You slowly turn to him. His face hasn't changed from that unpleased expression.

"Y-yes sir.."

Azul sighed, lend back into his chair, took off his glasses and rubbed his face as he let's out another sigh.

"Kalim is... renting you."

What..?

"And he also requested for you to still get payed because, his words.. 'they're still working.'"

He started to stare at you. You didn't think he meant it to look intimidating, because he can't see you, he doesnt have his glasses on. But it still was very unpleasant.

You were at lost of words. Kalim al-asim... is renting you..? You weren't mad but you weren't happy too. Spending time with kalim is really fun and his personality is really refreshing. But being told you were 'rented out' feels.. dehumanizing. But with your life, you can really feel anything else..

"Is that all..?"

"Yes sir.."

"Good, you may leave."

You bowed your head and left, making sure to close the door softly behind you.

What do you do now..?

~~~

Now after every visit from kalim, the moment becomes a little sour. He's paying azul to spent time with you, but why? He's an al-asim. He could get anything he wants right? Why would he spend time with a common rat like you..?

What are you to him?

"(Mc)? You okay?"

You looked up and kalim was really close to you! You jolted and lean back

"I-im okay! Its just.. work. Heh.. work just be exhausting and im just.. I'm okay!"

You smiles, you didn't notice that kalim stopped smiling.. he was still looking at you but just not smiles. it would have scared you to your core if it wasnt for you trying to change the topic by looking at the scenery. A minute past and his smile came back, brighter.

"Why don't you come with me then?"

"huh..?"

"You could live in the al-asim estate and you don't have to lift the finger! Serverts will come to your every beckon call and you get to live.. like an Asim."

As you were staring at him, lost of words, he gently took your hand. You didnt even noticed it until he pulled your hands to his lips and kissed it.

"K-kalim! I-"

Before you could finish your sentence, he stood in front of you and got on one knee.

You felt sick

"(Mc)... "

You felt dizzy

"Will you-"

This has to be a dream!!!

"Be mine?"

He sweet innocent smile made you feel sick. How can can someone so dangerous be so naive?!? You bearly knew him! He bears knew you!!

"I.. i-i have to go!!"

You ran off, back to Mostro Lounge, back to your room, leaving a sad otter left on one knee..

~~~

You were in your room for 3 days..

You weren't payed for those days but you didnt care..

You felt sick and a little guilty. Kalim looked so sad when you left him. Maybe when you see him again... you could apologize and explain yourself..? By the seven! Would he still be mad at you? Will he order for you to be erased??

You felt nausea.

You needed to get some water.

Luckily it was night time, you wouldn't likely run into floyd, jade, or azul.. maybe?

You walked through the dark halls, only using your memories and the walls to guide you.

You were lost in thought and didn't realize a figure coming up behind you. By the time you did noticed, the figure quickly over powered you and you were imbraced into darkness.

~~~~

[Before the proposal]

"Azul!!? how much does the Wrights owe!?"

Kalim bursted into Azul's office, with a tired Jamil following behind.

"ah! K-Kalim! you know you have to make an ap-"

"i know i know! this is important though!!"

Kalim rushes up to Azul's desk, slamming his hands down on to the desk and leaned over to Azul. he was like a jumping dog..

"i want to ask (mc) to marry me!!"

everyone froze and even jade and Floyd, they were walking by, looked at Kalim like he was crazy.

"Kalim! I know your father has told you about being an Al-Asim and your responsibility to your family and making an hair but not like this!!"

"come on, Jamil~ they're perfect~ they're sweet and kind. they're responsible and hard working, like father wanted. they're just... perfect!"

Kalim goes through his phone and looks at pictures of you he took when you hanging out with him and even ones he requested from Jade and Floyd, secret cameras. They vary between you working and you when you think youre alone...

Azul rubs his face and gives a long sigh.

"look kalim. Even if your display of affection is definitely... something... (mc) is still working the Wrights' debt off. if they're not here then-"

"oh! that's another amazing thing about them! they were willing to help the Wrights without even knowing what they were getting themselves into. with the amount of debt the Wrights have, (mc) would be working until they're in their 70s. Thats why i need to protect them, do they even know about the Wrights 'situation'?"

Floyd lays on the couch in the VIP room, with candy in his mouth.

"nope! Jade thought it would help (mc) stay motivated to work. you saw how upset they got whenever we talk about the Wrights. they're so cute but so obedient that they don't even asked what they did to get in their situation, HAHA! silly shrimpy~!"

Floyd laughs and Jade chimes in.

"To be fair, we did get them out of a 'dangerous situation'. what the Wrights were doing to them was shameful.. Saying their debt was all because of their son, who has been dead for 10 years, and saying they dont have money but is found actively going to clubs spending more. the fact that they're living in the poorest town, and looking like weak old people. they're fooling everyone with the act. Everyone, including (mc)~"

Jamil turned and glared at Azul.

"wait-.. you didn't even tell them..? and you kept them working here?"

"think whatever Jamil, someone has to pay the debt off."

"i can pay it!"

Kalim looks at Azul, he was giving a determined look. Azul sighs again, why is everyone in his office. He has too much work to do.

"i know you can but you know-"

"in exchange, give me (mc)."

Jamil was about to stop Kalim but-

"(mc), yes, they work here under false pretenses but they have became a big asset to us. if you were to take them, it will take a long time to replace them."

Kalim walks closer to azul. with his serious expression, to say left everyone on edge was an understatement.

"i will pay 3x the Wrights' debt... as long as i get (mc)."

Azul looks at Kalim and a sick smile appears. He held out his hand.

"Its a Deal."

~~~~

This took so long! but i did it! i hope you guys enjoy it. if you guys like me to draw something for this, just ask, until then, back into my wips qwq

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[itsscromp]

Reader and Rocket running away from the nova corps cause Rocket stole something and Reader ends up getting hurt.

Job gone haywire

Ahh some early-day stuff, I really like it anon. Poor guy, he would feel so guilty getting you hurt and would do anything to help you feel better :D. Word count:891

You and Rocket have been partners in crime for about 7 months now, Rags to riches, you two used your brains together to be able to pull off some amazing heists together. Today was no exception. You've heard that there was an ancient artifact being transported to the collector as you spoke, If it wasn't in his hands it would be worth 5 million units. Oh now this was something you needed to tell Rocket, Immediately running to him.

"Rocket, you are gonna love what I'm about to hear" You smirked.

"Lay it on me pal, what ya got ??" He turned his attention to you.

"So an artifact is about to be present at the collector's emporium, if we can pull it off correctly and quickly, we'll be 5 million units richer," You said eagerly.

His eyes and ears perked up. "5 Million units !!!!"

"Easy 2 and a half to each of us"

"Oh, I am down, when is it coming in ??" He was now super eager, you swore you saw his tail swish in excitement.

"If from what I heard, Later tonight it'll arrive"

"Ok, I think I have an idea"

You both agreed when the artifact arrived late into the night, you'd hack the cameras to make a repeat loop and then Rocket could sneak in and disable any other security measures. Easily pulling it off and sneaking in.

"Ok, so we need to be on the lookout for something that looks like this" You pulled out a drawing of the description of what it could look like.

"Gotcha, now come on, 5 million units await." He then began to look around the place as did you. Up and down, Left and right. You two worked tirelessly to find this flarking artifact.

"How ya looking y/n ??" Rocket spoke up after a little bit.

"Nothing on my side, Yours ??"

"No, goddamn why did they make it so flarking hard to find."

'Wait, hang on I think I got something" You then found a box and began to slowly open it, Rocket right onto it, climbed onto your back gently and looked over your shoulder to see it. Sure enough, this was the artifact.

"Wow... so shiny" He awed at it, making you chuckle.

"5 million unit's is ours" You smirked and raised his fist for a fist bump, which he gladly returned.

But the celebrations were short-lived as the alarms blared, You found that the box had its own tripwire if anyone were to lift the lid, the alarms would be set off.

"Scut, let's bolt it !!!" Rocket shouted and started running, you hot on his tail.

The two were quickly surrounded by Nova Corps officers, You then found a way out and began to bolt for it. "This way !!" You urged rocket.

But then you felt a sharp graze on your thigh as an officer shot your leg with his phaser, Rocket saw the injury and grew scared and angry, pulling out his own weapon and shooting back at the officers.

"Rocket no !!!"

"Go, Get outta here, I'll take care of them !!" He yelled.

You mustered through the pain and began to escape back to the ship, Rocket then threw a tazer bomb at them, which sent a huge electric shock wave throughout the building. He then caught up with you at the ship and immediately high-tailed it away from the planet. Once he was sure they were safe, he ran to your side, seeing you patch up your injury.

"Y/n... I'm so sorry, I did this... this is my fault" His ears drooped deeply.

You've never seen him so worried, so caring. You've always seen Rocket as this cocky lone wolf. But this was completely different.

"Rocket... it's not your fault"

He shook his head, he wasn't taking that for an answer. This was his fault, he wanted to make it right for you.

So later on, while you were changing the bandages, he brought in some coffee and food he coul make from whatever you two had left.

"Here... Your favourite" He gently rubbed his arm gently, looking down in guilt.

"Buddy, I'm not mad at you" You said softly. making him look up at you, ears still drooped.

"None of this was your fault, Absolutely none of it. This job comes with many risks, this is just one of them, ok ??"

He looked back down and gently nodded, without thinking, he jumped on the chair and hugged you tightly. You both were taken aback by what was happening, nevertheless, you gave the hug back. Rocket had a softer side to what you know.

"Hey, besides, How will I share the 5 million units with you ??" Letting go of the hug, smirking as you pulled out the artifact.

His eyes and ears perked up once again, a smile returning to him. "WOOHOO !!!!" He ran around the place, you two were rich !!!

"Oh, what should we do first ??" You offered.

"Drinks and lots of them, I know a really good bar, I'll punch in the coordinates." He ran off to the cockpit.

You smiled seeing him so happy, you would always help him, save him and protect him. No matter what.

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board

#platonic #reader insert #rocket raccoon #rocket x reader #rocket raccoon x reader #rocket gotg #gotg rocket #rocket imagine #guardians of the galaxy imagine

[respectthepetty]

Hey Petty! I love reading your colour-analysis posts a lotttt and recently came across your posts about DFF. Started watching it because of you and it's soo good! So, I noticed you're starting to suspect White. But come on, isn't he literally named "White"?! I really don't see him being mixed up in all the drama like the others. My bet's on him being the last girl standing (like many others ig). What's your take on it??

I love color symbolism, but maybe it’s because I played Clue too much as a child, I actually don’t trust anyone in this show. White has proven several times to be as pure and innocent as his name, but . . . is he too good to be true?

The biggest reason I want White to not be so innocent in all of this is because this is traumatizing. If White truly had no idea what he was in for, this boy will need a good therapist and to stay hydrated the rest of his life. So by me thinking something is up with him, it helps me cope with the idea that maybe he isn’t being traumatized, but actually in on the traumatizing.

And then, there are the other reasons:

The Tumblr detectives have stated that White is rich. Possibly richer than Por. He went to a private school, not the ones the boys went to.

Yet Tee tells him that he will treat them to the US to see Jin when he has enough money.

I’m not one to question power dynamics in a relationship, but it’s odd because the OST makes it seem like White approached Tee first, as if Rich Boy White initiated this relationship with older Tee . . . without knowing anything about him.

We still have yet to get backstory on White. He is dating Tee. That’s it! The music video showed us more scenes from them, so how did they end up falling in love in an arcade?

He is resourceful. He plugged in the walkie-talkies. He found the video and a gun. He cries when screamed at. But is he using those tears as another resource? If white women weaponize their tears, why can’t White?

And who does he turn those tears against the most? Tee!

I believed White wasn’t New because I could not imagine Non’s brother actively dating (and fucking) his brother’s bully, but why is White dating Tee? Tee had some people convinced he was a good guy in the first episode, but NOT ME! Once he said that White was being disobedient, I was ready to push him off that terrace, but The Hand got to him first.

As Fluke pointed out, it’s strange White didn’t know about Uncle Joe. It kind of makes sense to not know about family members since even Tee’s friends didn’t really know about the uncle, but this rich boy doesn’t know his boyfriend of over two years had an uncle (regardless of the money laundering) ESPECIALLY because Tee’s ass was always at that gambling hall. Tee openly showed he is not the type to just let his boyfriend be alone, so how did Tee explain not being near White every second of every day?

White wasn’t supposed to be on this trip, but he begged Tee to let him come. Tee apologized for this, but White put on a smile and said all was well. White wants to be with Tee, and he seems to want Tee to be with him, right in the middle of the action.

So either White is a metaphorical angel sent from heaven who can endure even the worst tragedies or he is a biblical angel sent to punish these boys, specifically Tee, for their crimes.

Either way, he is an angel

who will survive!

#dead friend forever #all these boys are sus #white may be perfect #but he could also be the perfect suspect #I need to know why he is dating Tee! #I need to know that backstory right now! #White will be the final gay #but is going to be traumatized? #or is he doing the traumatizing?

[radios-arcade]

HELLO I AM. POSITIVELY OBSESSED W YOUR SPIDER KING SHDJAHJDHD I WANT TO KNOW EVERYTHING ABT HIM!!!!!!!!!!!

OH MY GOODNESS I WOULD LOVE TO TELL YOU EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM EXCUSE ME WHILE I RANT Origins: Okay so obviously his name is technoblade. He lives in an alternate dimension that never quite got out of the medieval era. And at the beginning of the story he's kind of just a guy trying to make ends meet and farm his potatoes, but their kingdom is under tyrannical rule so its not exactly the easiest. They get mega taxed, people are getting wrongfully thrown in jail and executedd, people's houses are routinely searched and looted, and every day more and more land is being taken form the people that live on it. A lot of the time to make ends meet Techno steals and pickpockets, sneaking into richer areas of the kingdom and breaking into houses there during the night for anything valuable or any interesting bits and bobs for his friend/roommate. Techno lives with his best friend Phil, who's a really incredible inventor, and who recently has been working on trying to figure out the power of flight. So think Da Vinci-esque wing backpack kind of vibes.

And Phil is getting really really close to actually getting it to work, when the king's men bust in to do a 'routine check' and loot the house. So of course they find the wings, and of course they yoink them for the king. They also destroy the blueprints while they're at it, because anything that belongs to the king cannot belong to anyone else. Phil is devastated, rightfully so. That was basically his life's work, all of the parts took ages for Techno to grab, and its basically irreplaceable work. Techno decides he's had enough, and he breaks into the castle to get those wings back for Phil. Techno's honestly pretty good at breaking into places at this point, so he gets all the way to the king's vault without getting caught. As soon as he steps in he realizes that this is where all of the villages stuff is that the king's men have stolen and looted and robbed in the past, and he realizes he can't just leave it all behind. SO he throws the wings on his back and starts shoveling all of the goods and riches into his bag, throwing jewelry over his neck and onto his wrists, just absolutely everything he can carry. One such thing he takes is a golden spider totem he throws around his neck.

He's able to escape back out unscathed, but not without guard notice. He gets back to the village and starts returning all of the goods and riches and keepsakes that the king stole back to the village people. Phil is absolutely ecstatic to have his wings back, but he's also worried because its not like the king wont notice that all of this stuff is missing. Techno's passed out everything except one, the spider totem still around his neck. But if won't come off, like the spider totem's legs have physically buried into his skin. And while he's trying to get this off the soldiers ride into town. The totem isn't something he can hide, so the soldiers surround and overwhelm him, arresting him along with Phil as the main operators. Techno had obviously been a pretty big pain in not only the king's side, but most of the upper class's, and this seems to have been the last straw, so he's set for execution. They decide to kill him with the last remaining necklace on, as an example of what happens to those that take from the king. He's set under a sword to be killed, and while the king starts his speech about all of Techno's wrongs, Techno has a vision. He's visited by the blood god(specifically the god of spilled blood, blood for new life, and harvested blood) which in this is kind of a giant spider god (think kind of spiderman noir vibes ig?) The god says that the totem chose Techno, that it gave him a chance, and that if he wanted to live the god could help him. On one condition. Techno becomes the blood god's warrior and patron and carries on its message and word. Techno agrees just as the sword closes in on his neck. And Techno does die. But someone else lives. The spider totem fills his veins, mends his neck, and lifts him up onto his feet. The last remnant of it being a small emerald still embedded in his chest.

The rest of the spider totem had exploded outwards and wrapped around Techno, which is how his costume forms. Techno breaks free from the chopping block, grabs the sword from the executioner, and kills not only the executioner but the king and his soldiers. Once he decapitates the king just as the king did to Techno, he takes the crown and cloak from the body as a token and warning to any other monarchs he comes across. He and Phil, now with not only purpose but power to impose that purpose, travel to other kingdoms to take down the tyrannical monarchies that take root and set people free. He is called Spider-King by most, due to the cloak and crown he'll don from time to time, and Phil is dubbed the Vulture for the wings he flies on and how wherever he goes you know death is sure to be. They defend all they can from tyrants and corrupt monarchs, and at the end of the day they always return to their village, to home. Powers babeyy: -Spiderwebs! His spiderwebs are actually blood that he is able to thwip out from his wrist that solidify into golden spider thread as it travels outwards and connects with its target. -Supa Strength. He was already a piglin hybrid, which means mans was already pretty buff, so now he's even stronger. Lets just say it took some getting used to. -Can stick to walls. Makes it easy to sneak into places, thats for sure. -Blood God's Whisper. Think of Spidey Sense, that's what it is. HOWEVER it also entails the actual god constantly whispering in Techno's mind trying to get him to do things, in an almost constant stream

Fun Facts: -Technoblade hates the name Spider-King. He is the killer of kings. He prefers the name the Anarchist, although that eventually mutates into the Arachnist through the grapevine combined with his funky spider powers. -Many people think that Techno Blade was fully killed that day, adnt hat the Arachnist was actually an avenger of his death -he farms potatoes, we love to see it. Best in the kingdom babey -He uses his costume as a scarecrow when he's not out vigilante-ing about with Phil -The emerald remnant from the totem is permanently embedded in his skin, so he just connected a gold chain to it so people will think its a necklace. He taps it twice to activate the uniform and twice again to deactivate it bonus doodle because im eepy:

#radios call ins #radios au #technoblade #i hope that made sense i got exactly two hours of sleep last night

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (22)

*The continued adventures of the ✨Four Drunken Mentors✨* Read [this] first.

*Inside the Tributes’ Truck*

Drunk!Sejanus: Festus! My bro, you have to wake up! We’re already riding the ✨Party Bus✨!

Drunk!Festus: Five more minutes, dad.

Coral: Ew! He’s drooling on the floor like a pig!

Drunk!Festus: *points finger at Coral* I have a cheesecake coupon! Your insults are invalid!

Mizzen: What’s a cheesecake?

Drunk!Coryo: *points at Treech* Lucy Gray!? What happened to you?! Why are you wearing an ugly hat?!

Treech: Are you talking to me? Are you seriously talking to me, pretty boy?!

Drunk!Coryo: You think I’m pretty?

Treech: Yeah. You single?

Drunk!Coryo: Oh, thank you, Lucy Gray! But I already have a rich boyfriend. So no. I ain’t available.

Drunk!Sejanus: Yeah! You tell Lucy Gray to stay away, my love!

Treech: And who are you again?

Drunk!Sejanus: I’m Coryo’s rich boyfriend. So go away Lucy Gray!

Treech: You do know I’m the male Tribute from Distri-

Drunk!Coryo: Oh, no! Lucy Gray, what big feet you have?! And what ugly clothes-

Treech: For the last time, I am not your Tribute!!

Drunk!Coryo: *starts crying* Lucy Gray, why are you being so mean to me?! I gave you food, you big meanie!😭

Lucy Gray: *is still laughing and rolling on the floor*

Drunk!Lysistrata: *grabs and shakes Marcus* Jessup! Jessie, why are you ignoring me?! We should be working together!

Marcus: Seriously, shorty, you have the wrong guy!😫

Drunk!Lysistrata: Jessie, are you cheating on me?! Are you seeing other Mentors?! Is that why you’re ignoring the ✨Great Lizzie Vickers✨?!😭

Marcus: The great what?

Drunk!Lysistrata: Who are you seeing behind my perfect back?! Juno?! Livia?! Felix?! You’re seeing Felix Ravinstill, aren’t you!!

Marcus: Felix?! Who the heck is-

Drunk!Lysistrata: You are swinging with Androcles Anderson, aren’t you?!

Marcus: *turns and glares at Jessup* Aren’t you her Tribute?! Shouldn’t you be helping me right now?!

Jessup: Nope. She definitely has you, Jessup.😂

Drunk!Sejanus: *smiles at Reaper like an idiot* Marcus!

Reaper: Get away from me, you vermin Capitol boy!😡

Drunk!Sejanus: Marcus?! Stop being such an ass!😭 And why aren’t you eating my sandwiches?!

Mizzen: To be fair, I was the one who ate his sandwich-

Drunk!Sejanus: Here! Let me feed you! *shoves a slice of ham into Reaper’s mouth*

Reaper: Stop! I am not your stupid Tribute!

Drunk!Coryo: *suddenly hugs Reaper’s waist* Jessie! Jessup, Lucy Gray is being mean to me!😭

Reaper: What the heck, Blondie! Do I look like Jessup to you?! Unhand me this instant!

Drunk!Coryo: *hugs Reaper’s waist tighter* Lucy Gray wants to hurt me, Jessup!

Treech: Fight me, Blondie!

Drunk!Coryo: I’m not even blonde! My hair color is freaking white as Snow!

Treech: Whatever, Snow White. Let’s fight!

Drunk!Coryo: No way! I’m too weak and skinny to fight!

Reaper: Why dis my life? Why me punish? *is malfunctioning*

Drunk!Festus: *finally woke up from his stupor* I’m up! Festus Creed is back, baby!

Mizzen: Welcome back. Now feed me more of these delicious cookies.

Drunk!Festus: Are you Carl?

Mizzen: You mean Coral, right?

Drunk!Festus: Carl! Nice to finally meet you!

Mizzen: I’m not-

Coral: Yup. He’s definitely Carl from District 4.

Marcus: Oi! Oi! Is anyone gonna help me get rid of this crazy chick?! *glares at Lysistrata*

Drunk!Lysistrata: *starts crying and hugging Marcus tighter* Jessup, why are you seeing Felix?! Is it because his family’s more powerful?!

Dill: Who’s Felix anyway?

Drunk!Festus: Oh, he’s just The President’s favorite grandnephew.

Marcus: He’s the President’s what?!

Drunk!Lysistrata: Or maybe it’s because he’s richer and prettier than me!

Marcus: Stop hugging me!

Tanner: *looks at the chaotic scene* I’m so glad I’m not one of them right now.

Sol: I’m just happy that my Mentor is not here to see this mess.

Hy: *coughs* Me too. But I still hope my Mentor is “normal” or whatever “normal” means in the Capitol.

Teslee: And not like those weirdos.

Lucy Gray: What are you talking about?! They’re the best ones! They’re literally the cake with the cream!

*Meanwhile, at ✨The Academy✨*

Vipsania: Guys? Hey, guys!

Felix: What’s the problem, Vipsy?

Vipsania: Have anyone of you seen Coryo and Lizzie?

Felix: No. Maybe they’re just running late?

Vipsania: How about our two class idiots?

Dennis: Sejanus and Festus? They shouldn’t be late. They have cars.

Felix: Should I call my uncle’s Peacekeepers and search for them?

Clemensia: Oh, c’mon! They’re fine! Stop worrying! We’ll be meeting our Tributes soon!

Apollo: Yeah! They should be heading to the Zoo at this very moment!

Diana: I think their journey is being broadcasted right now!

Juno: *turns on the TV* That’s the truck right there!

Felix: And if we zoom in a little bit- Oh, no.

Vipsania: What?

Felix: Look at the screen!

Everyone: *sees their drunk classmates crying and hugging Reaper on LIVE TV* What the actual fu-

Felix: How did they even get in there?!😱

#coriolanus snow #tbosas #bosas #hunger games #thg #president snow #lucy gray baird #crack post #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #ballad of songbirds and snakes #random thoughts #sejanus plinth #festus creed #lysistrata vickers #reaper ash #marcus #felix ravinstill #clemensia dovecote #snowplinth #jessup diggs #thg fic #thg fanfiction #thg fandom #suzanne collins #the hunger games #coryo snow #thg incorrect quotes #tbosas incorrect quotes #snowjanus #coriolanus x sejanus

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for murdering my family?

For context, I (~20M) grew up very poor. After my mother died, her friend (~50F) told me that I'm actually ninth in line of succession to become an earl. Apparently my mother was a member of a rich aristocratic family, but got disinherited when she eloped with a (now dead) Spanish musician. My mother's friend suggested I try to take my rightful place in the family, so I went to the bank (which the rich family owns) to inquire if they had a job for me. Also, I'm in love with this girl (~20F) who refused to marry me because I was poor. I told her about what my mother's friend told me and she mentioned if that was even true, eight people would have to die before I get the money, so she continued to interested in this other richer guy.

Soon after that, I got a reply from the earl's son (~30M), who denied that my mother existed and threatened me if I contacted the family again. Despite that, I toured the family's castle. The spirits in the castle warned me to stay away from the family and the earl (~60M) chased me out of his house, saying he doesn't like the poor in his house. So I tried my luck with the reverend (~70M) in the family, who gave me a tour of the family's church. He told me he liked my mother but wouldn't help me. When we got to the bell tower, he slipped and I didn't help him, realizing that if he died I would move up in succession.

A few days later, I saw the bank owner's son and his mistress (~30F) on their way to ice skate. I planned on poisoning the earl's son, but couldn't get close enough so I cut a hole in the ice, making the couple fall through and drown. I then got a letter from the bank owner (~60M) offering me a job at the bank, which I accepted. I was happy, but the girl I love told me she was to get married to the richer man she was interested in.

I then met my cousin who is a beekeeper. I doused his clothes in lavender so he would get stung to death by bees. While this happened, I met his sister (~20F, who is not in line for succession) and I started to fall in love with her too. Then I met another one of my cousins (~50F), who I encouraged to go to dangerous places. She went missing. My next target was my cousin (~30M) who I met at the weight lifting hall. I continued to add more weight to his barbells until it decapitated him. After that, I killed my actress cousin (~30F) by replacing her prop gun with a real one.

Now, there are only two people before me in the lineage: the bank owner and the earl. The bank owner dies from a heart attack. Also, I continue to have a relationship with the married girl I love. She forbade me to marry for love, but then my cousin's sister proposed to me and I accepted. Directly after this though, it appears my cousin who I thought disappeared came back to London, so I cut off the plank of her ship and she drowned.

Then, the earl invites me, my fiancée, my married girlfriend, and her husband (~30M) to his estate for the weekend. My girlfriend's husband thankfully couldn't show up. I told her about my engagement, which she was upset about. We then had dinner and I tried to poison the earl's food. It turns out my mother's friend was the servant of the family. After dinner, I put poison in the earl's dessert but he tries to give it to my girlfriend. The earl then told me to shoot him with his rifle, but he suddenly dropped dead.

I know this is long, but bear with me. I got married to my cousin's sister after becoming the earl. At the reception, I was arrested for the murder of the earl, who I did not kill. While in jail, I talked to the janitor (~20M) who was also disinherited from the same family. My wife and girlfriend both schemed to get me out of jail and I got set free. We're now happily all dating each other. I also poisoned the janitor, just in case he wanted to talk my place. So AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

[horrorslu7]

jealous “pre michael” corey fic??? 👀👀👀❤️❤️❤️

Hiii, thank you so much for requesting 💕 I hope you like it, sorry if it turned out kinda short or too angsty.

Jealousy.

Summary: Corey was an amazing boyfriend but sometimes his insecurities could make him say things he didn't really mean.

Pairing: Corey Cunningham x fem!reader.

Trigger warnings: -

Corey wasn't really jealous. I mean he trusted you and knew you were loyal. But he was very insecure and always thought that there were plenty of people out there better than him.

And maybe that was true, maybe there were people that were better than him in many things but you didn't want them, you wanted him. And you always made sure to tell him that.

He would be lying if he said that dating you didn't help with his insecurities. You made him feel loved for the first time ever.

But he couldn't just silence that voice on the back of his head that told him that you knew many people who were richer, prettier and more charismatic than him.

And you may not straight up cheat on him but you could realize how better others were and, eventually, leave him for someone else.

He really tried to not have those thoughts, he really did but he couldn't help it when you started to talk about this coworker of yours whose birthday was coming soon.

You were really nervous about it because you were fairly new at this job and it was a corporate job which just made you feel even more awkward and nervous. Everyone seemed to be way more formal, way more rich and way more "adult" than you. You were an adult but it didn't feel that way when you were surrounded by others who just seemed more serious overall.

All you could talk about since getting that job was how you were so nervous about fitting in. You couldn't stop talking about other people and what they might think of you.

You couldn't stop talking about other guys and what they might think of you. At least that's how Corey saw it eventually, and it wasn't fair but he didn't mean for it to happen.

The birthday of your coworker was on saturday and you had asked Corey to go shopping with you for a gift. He loved to do anything and everything with you but he didn't really appreciate a whole evening of hearing all about this guy and how he was and what he might like.

You have told Corey before to tell you if he ever felt bad or sad and needed to vent and help, and he should've told you but he didn't.

He told you last minute. You came out of your bedroom fixing your hair and looking for something.

"Hey babe have you seen my phone?" You asked Corey, who was watching something on the TV, as you looked for your phone.

"I think is in our bedroom." He said and then looked at you, he was instantly mesmerized looking at you, you had a beautiful blue dress on, high heels and a jacket. It was casual overall but pretty. You turned around and saw his expression to which you shyly laughed. "You look gorgeous." He complimented.

"Thanks baby." You answered and then "fixed" your dress by pulling it down and running your hand through it trying to flatten it even tho it was already flat. "Do you think they'll like it?"

He couldn't help but sigh to which you immediately looked at him and he cursed himself mentally. "What's wrong?" You asked and went to sit next to him.

"It's just..." He thought what he would say before talking but that just made him realize he was being jealous over nothing. But those were his feelings and he couldn't help them so he decided to tell you. "Lately all you've been talking about is this other people and especially this other guy this last couple of days. I know I'm being ridiculous though, they're just your coworkers but they're your much richer, much smarter and perfect coworkers."

You couldn't believe what you heard. "Corey you're not being ridiculous by feeling this but, if I'm this nervous it's because I think they're better than me." You said as you took his hand on your own and caressed it. "I don't care how much money they have or how smart they are. If being with you would mean that I have to sleep under a bridge I wouldn't care as long as I got to sleep next to you. Maybe you're not better than everyone in general but you're better than anyone else to me."

Corey couldn't help but automatically kiss you, and you gladly kissed back. When you two broke apart, you took off your heels.

"What are you doing?" He asked as he watched you take off your heels and also your jacket.

"I don't really feel like going." He tried to insist for you to go, he felt better and he was gonna be waiting for you when you came back but, you told him you rather spend the night with him than with people you didn't even know. Plus you were so busy trying to be liked by them, you weren't sure if you liked them.

#corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham x you #corey cunningham #halloween ends #cutie #love him sm

[girlbob-boypants]

still in the midst of it but I'd love to hear your thoughts on the stupid nanamo shit if you feel like expanding on it

GOD. GOD!!

Okay this is gonna go under a readmore but holy fuck that entire questline really highlights everything I fucking HATE about StB and Ul'Dah

FUCK that Godfrey guy for bragging that he's a good person for EXTORTING REFUGEES because it gave them jobs and earned him money

AND THEN THE GAME SAYS SHE LEARNED THE RIGHT LESSON AND I GET TO SIT THERE AND WATCH A WHITE #GIRLBOSS WORK WITH ANOTHER CAPITALIST TO EXTORT A NATION RECOVERING FROM AN OCCUPATION SHE BENEFITED FROM BECAUSE OF THE RRFUGEE LABOR

At least when Gridania is like "well our religion says we can't even provide medicine to outsiders" they're ACTUALLY treated like that's bad by the game!!!

And this just. AGHHHHHH. the fact that you spend all this nonsense time following her around and get to have no opinion?? Like at this fucking point in the story we could've just had Alphinaud BUY the salt harvesting gear AND establish trade routes with Ishgard who would desperately need salt for food preservation given how fucked their life is by eternal salt. But noooooo. We have to watch a child shaped national leader learn she can help Jeff Bezos get richer by putting a group of oppressed people in a position where they have to give up a portion of their work forever if they want to ever recover.

At least Alphinaud was there to make sure the contract wasn't extortionate. Something Nanamo didn't care about because her entire goal was to prove she could take care of herself. The fact that she openly extorted her alleged best friend's people and didn't even check to make sure that guy wasn't going to make the contract fucked up is so???

I wish I did poison her actually. Then I'll blender the entire council of rich fucks after. Bahamut nuke.

ALSO THE FACT THAT THIS IS ACTUALLY RAUBAHN'S STORY BUT IT FOCUSES ON A WHITE WOMAN LEARNING TO EXTORT PEOPLE TO PROVE SHE CAN BE SELF SUFFICIENT JUST SO THEY CAN PUT HIM IN THE ROLE OF CITY STATE LEADER AKA SIDE CHARACTER WHO ONLY SHOWS UP DURING SCENES TO BE REALLY BORING AND GO "You have my support" OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT

Welcome to Stormblood where the people who should matter and get character arcs don't but we'll sure as fuck make sure Fordola, Lyse, and FUCKING NANAMO are all treated as sympathetic characters you want to see succeed.

#girlbob.txt #i hate this entire expac so much you have no idea it fills me with rage

[thatblackravenclaw]

I Can't Do It Anymore

Masterlist

author note: I'm sorry y'all but I legit cannot find a gif for this fic and also I don't have it in me to write smut today. Also, boys are very stupid. Okay enjoy the fic :)

au: modern CEO

poly!marauders x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

warning(s): angsty, lack of communication, illusions to smut at the end, talk of a breeding kink

I have to leave. What’s the point in being in a relationship with 3 men that are always busy? They work from sun up to sun down, when they get home they go straight to sleep, and on weekends they do more work. I get it they’re busy and I respect the dedication to their job, but I truly have no purpose. We don’t even see each other.

Packing up this bag right now is one of the hardest yet easiest things I’ve had to do. I look at all the gowns that they bought me for when I would go to their corporate events. My favorite was always the red strapless one. It has a short train as it pools to the floor and has a gold shimmer when in certain light. The very first dress they bought me.

I only have about 30 minutes until they get back so it’s about time I get going. I roll the suitcase behind me as I walk to the door. I stop at the threshold and look around one last time.

As I close the door, I turn around and find Marlene, my bodyguard, in front of me.

“And where are you going?”

I freeze. Every emotion hitting me at once. The one that stands out the most is sadness.

“Marls, I love you so much. Thank you for protecting me these past 4 years, but this is one thing you couldn’t have protected me from.”

She looks me in my eyes with sympathy.

“You’re leaving aren’t you?” She states more than she asks.

I smile and nod my head as the tears well in my eyes. She grabs me and holds me tight.

“You never needed a bodyguard. You’re gonna kick ass, babe.” She whispers in my ear before letting me go.

I grab the handle of my suitcase and continue on to my car without looking at her. If I did, I for sure would second guess my decision to leave. She’s my best friend.

I put the bag in the trunk and step into the front seat and drive away from the place I once called home.

-.-.-.-.-

Remus’ POV

“We should retire.” I hear Sirius say.

“We’re 27.” I respond with a sigh.

“So? We’re rich.”

“We’d could become richer if we don’t retire right now.” James replies.

Their argument continues as background noise as I focus more on driving. I just want to get home and see y/n. A part of me agrees with Sirius, but for different reason. The company honestly can run without us having to constantly be there. We could step back a bit and spend more time with y/n. Maybe have some kids. We all talked about it when we first got married, but me and the guys wanted to have a steady enough job before starting a family. I think we’re at that point.

“How do you guys feel about kids.” I ask openly.

“Annoying little vermin. Why?” Sirius says.

“No, you oaf. I mean with y/n.” I say as I roll my eyes.

“OH! Yeah. I can picture it.”

“Me too, but why are you asking?” James also says.

“We’re wealthy CEOs that have what they want with a drop of a pin. We’re steady. I think we should ask y/n if she still wants kids.”

“Why not.” Sirius says with a shrug.

And with that it’s decided. Now I’m doubly excited to see her when we get home in a few minutes.

-.-.-.-.-

Your POV

How do I change my number and still get a million calls a day? I’ve been ignoring it for the past hour, but this is getting ridiculous. I look over at the caller ID and see that it’s Marlene.

“What’s up babe?” I ask worriedly.

“Where are you and why did you change your number?” I hear a gruff voice ask. It’s Sirius.

“Wow. I’m surprised you guys noticed that quickly.”

“Please come home y/n. Why did you leave?”

I can’t help, but hear my heart break as I hear Remus’ tone. I almost lose my composure for a second.

“Am I on speaker?” I ask.

“Yes.” They all say at once.

“Don’t worry about where I’m at. Just know that the divorce papers should be there tomorrow. I left all the stuff that you guys bought me.”

“Why did you leave.” James asks with a quiver in his voice.

“Because we just weren’t working. You guys are busy and I respect that, but I don’t want to be the longing housewife anymore. I love you guys, but I believe this is the end of us.”

I go to hang up when I hear a voice yell, “wait”.

“Tomorrow. Let’s meet tomorrow. Here. Can we please talk one more time before you want nothing to do with us anymore.”

Against my better judgement I say, “Okay.”

I can’t believe I’m doing this. I made a big ass exit just to go back to talk. I feel a bit foolish. I shouldn’t have said yes.

I stay parked outside the house for a few minutes. I could just go back to my new place. I could turn around right now and they wouldn’t even know.

The front door open and out comes Sirius. I accept my fate and turn off the car.

He hold the door open for me and I walk in swiftly. Rem and James are sitting on the couch, awaiting my arrival I assume. I sit down in the accent chair that’s adjacent to the couch and look around.

“I’m not quite sure why I’m here. I basically told you guys everything last night.”

“We stepped back. From the company.” Remus says.

“You what?” I say with my eyebrows raised in surprise.

“We stepped back.” James re-enforces.

“But why? That’s your guy’s life. That’s your baby.”

“No. You are.” Sirius says as he sits up and reaches for my hand.

I feel myself gravitate towards the couch. I sit in between Remus and Sirius while looking down at our intertwined hands.

“Please come back.” Remus says with a noticeable quiver.

“I- I don’t know. I don’t know if I can risk going through that again. What’s the point of a marriage if I don’t even get to see you? I can’t feel that way again. I just can’t.”

“You won’t! We promise you won’t.” James says.

“And how do I know that?” I ask.

“Because you are way more important than any company. If you want us to sell it, we will.”

“Woah.” I say with a laugh. “We don’t need to go that far. I just want to know that it would really be different this time.”

“It would be. Especially if you’re having our baby.” I look up to see a glint of mischief in Remus’ eyes.

“I knew you guys just wanted to breed me.” I say with the same look.

“That, and,” James says as he kneels in front of me, his hands caressing my thighs, slowly spreading them. “We promised you that we would try for one once we were steady.”

“Well guess what baby.” Sirius says as he places a kiss on my neck.

“We’re steady.” Remus huskily says in my ear and then placing a kiss on my cheek.

“Okay. Okay!” I say with a trembling moan in my tone. “We’re not conceiving our baby on the sofa.”

Without any more words spoken, we head upstairs. Sirius throws me over his shoulder. Claims I was slowing them down. Before I know it, I’m being thrown on the bed and being looked at with nothing but lust and desire.

“What would you like to do, my love? This night is all about you.” James says.

I pretend to think for a moment.

“I believe we’re wearing too much clothing gentlemen.”

They all smirk at each other before undressing. I don’t move a muscle. I sit back and enjoy the show.

#marauders x fem!reader #marauders x you #marauders fic #marauders angst #marauders x y/n #marauders x reader #marauders fanfiction

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

     villain/threat idea. A corrupt Real estate agent or other real estate related person wanting to gentrify Amity Park, promising to help make upgrades such as less ghost hauntings, only to realize they’re taking away what made Amity Park what it is like wanting to replace Nasty Burger with some trendy high class restaurant or coffee shop or perhaps wanting to make Casper High into a fancy expensive elite school, as most of the residents would have to leave and would cash in on new rich families moving in to put their kids in.

Warning small spoilers Moon Girl & Devil Dinosaur

 I got the idea when I was watching a Moon girl and devil dinosaur ep and they had villains trying to gentrify the LES. It was a cool ep and it made me think what if Amity Park was in danger of that. Someone taking advantage of the City’s situation with ghosts, offer a solution of getting rid of or atleast decreasing ghost attacks by changing or flat out removing things that attract ghosts. For ghosts, things that remind them of their old life, things they use to do, that they’re still attached to back when they were alive. Unfortunately all these changes also take away what matters a lot to the community and trying to push them out for new richer tenants to move in, unable to afford the new Amity Park.

Danny-I don’t get it. How is getting rid of all this stuff gonna help with the ghosts?!

Villain-Well if its true about ghosts being attached to more sentimental and nostalgic things like these old houses or small shops, if we get rid of them, we can turn this wretched hive of a ghost town into a truly flourishing ghost-free City!

Danny-How is that flourishing for all the people of Amity Park!?  

Villain-Didn’t say it’d be flourishing for them. And why stop at Amity! This could be expanded to all the other neighbouring areas like Elmerton! It will get way better for sure if this succeeds!

Danny remembers Valerie and how screwed she’ll be-Oh no.

     Would prove a problem for many people. Danny and his family especially if it does cause less ghost hauntings, Valerie who’s already in a struggling financial situation and pretty much a lot of Amity Park’s community.

I imagine to take this villain down not only will the community rally together but even the Ghosts, perhaps to scare off the realtors and potential clients.

I talked to @a-sterling-rose about this and they pointed out how Val could be used as a pawn like how Vlad used her. So focused on stopping the ghosts, doesn't realize other dangers that can hurt her and the community she wants to protect. Might even team up with Danny to stop all this.

They could be an ally with Vlad at first, who could profit from all this and initially advocates their changes but on the other hand would drive the Fentons away including Maddie and Danny which Vlad wouldn’t exactly want and might end up becoming enemies and try to stop their plan.

I can also see this be a thing for Danny too. At first happy that there won't be as many ghosts until he realizes this would also hurt the people of Amity, even Tucker who’s a fan of new upgraded things and modern stuff, realizes that not all these “upgrades” are necessarily good.

Danny-Listen guys. I know we don't always see eye to eye and this doesn't exactly affect the Zone but, Amity Park is still your home. Many of you once lived here or atleast have come to make a place in it. You might cause trouble and haunt but it's because of how attached you are because u love Amity Park and I do too! And they want to take all the life out of it that's worth sticking around for! I know u hate me but are you really going to let them take Amity from you? 

Lunch Lady-Not without a fight!😡 Got a plan?

Danny-Glad u asked.

I think it’d be a really cool idea to explore, especially for a modern Danny Phantom.

What do u think? I’d love to know💖

#danny phantom #dp ideas #phandom #valerie gray #danny fenton #vlad #vlad masters #plot ideas #dannyphantom #dp fic idea #dp ep side #dp idea #dp rewrite #dp rewrite idea #Dp prompt

[jaqobis]

cut for possible spoilers through the end of the series and for length. as i said the last time i made a mulling post like this: if you really enjoyed sanderson’s takes in the last three books, more power to you, but this post isn’t for you.

the thing is, and one of the reasons why sanderson books rand sounds so jarringly different to me, that rand has always been focused on the small scale kind of doing good. 

yes, he’s destined to save (or doom) the world. but even as he gains influence, he never forgets where he came from and that shapes his sensibilities. he wants to help normal people. he founds schools and uncritically throws money at them so people can experiment with their oddball projects. he refuses to favor work that’s more likely to succeed than others, what’s wrong with letting people try? he especially likes the inventions that have immediate practical relevance to common peoples’ lives. he changes laws everywhere he goes to hold the rich nobility accountable for their actions and protect the poor. he reforms tax laws to take undue burden off the poor. he donates surplus grain to the hungry instead of letting the rich try to greedily make themselves richer with it. he cleanses saidin so other boys born with the spark aren’t doomed to madness and death the way he is, so it isn’t such a negative influence on the world. as late as knife of dreams, where he’s apparently right on the cusp of becoming darth rand, he gives gold to random poor kids on the street and learns their names and terrorizes shitty nobles into making sure those kids are looked after. it’s less blatant than in mat’s or perrin’s povs, but he has no particular love for nobility as a social class, either; whenever he thinks about or talks to nobles, besides the very few who prove themselves genuinely worthwhile to him, there’s a distinct undercurrent of distaste. the entire reason he starts going down the road of tyrannical behavior is the rich and influential of tear resisting his genuinely good reforms because they might suddenly be held accountable for their behavior. he gets so angry at that one guy that he physically throws the man out of his rooms and guts his treasury because that guy keeps trying to position himself to take advantage of, likely including sexually, berelain. he is constantly worrying about loial not overexerting himself and risking the longing, even at detriment to his own plans and needs.

the sanderson assertion that rand pivots into not caring about the people around him, other people at all, is incredibly left field after all of this! the sanderson assertion that rand stalks around feeling unappreciated for doing ~ amazing things ~ like cleansing saidin and boasting internally or externally about his accomplishments is incredibly left field after loial, as recently as knife of dreams, complains that rand makes all the cool stuff he’s done sound boring and only highlights the accomplishments of other people. you never mention heroics, except by somebody else. you make it all sound so everyday. rand inherently doesn’t seem himself as heroic or special and never has. (the arrogance he wrestles with in later books is a different problem.) he doesn’t need a meditation on dragonmount to remember how to care about other people; he never forgot. he’s struggled with the fear of death, but he’s been willing to die for others since the beginning and has risked that — even tried — multiple times. 

something i’ve said before is that i feel like he took what were coping mechanisms and trauma responses and made them into conscious choices rand can just, do or not do. rand doesn’t talk about far madding or the box forging him into something stronger because he specifically went into either experience looking for that, or even because he exited either experience actually feeling stronger. he needed to give his pain purpose. he needed to keep himself going when he was trapped for hours in a box or a cell with no hope of rescue. he confused dissociation and cold decision-making with strength. 

speaking of the box, while i’ve complained about min telling people about what rand went through there, let’s be honest: the entire reason the narrative had min do that was because rand doesn’t talk about the box. he specifically doesn’t want people to know about it. he can’t even bring himself to talk about it with the people he loves most, even the people who were there. rand never talks about the box, and then in book 12 he suddenly can’t stop talking about it or comparing situations to it. cadsuane or someone has a line about “that box he keeps talking about” and i laughed disbelievingly because from books 7-11 he didn’t, but now abruptly he is. he apparently cites the box for reasons he’s against personally experimenting with the a’dam, as if he hasn’t deliberately put himself in triggering situations multiple times (sneaking into a camp as a prisoner with his hands tied and face covered, being in dark rooms in general and not putting on lights for his own comfort) and/or found himself in triggering situations and either tried to power through (the crowded room when he travels into the stone in knife of dreams) or left without ever explaining the problem (the small room on the sea folk ship while trying to strike the Bargain).

i’ve always felt like rand was a subversion of the power fantasy in a lot of ways, whereas sanderson’s books play it straight. he’d get into scary situations and be vulnerable or unsure of what to do, or get in over his head, and always came out with realistic trauma to the experiences. he doesn’t actually kill sammael when he goes to take illian, instead semi-accidentally mercy killing liah. killing rahvin took help from nynaeve. he’s rarely personally successful in the battlefield; despite dramatically carrying a sword around for several chapters beforehand he doesn’t even see couladin on the battle for cairhien, and when he wields callandor against the seanchan he kills as many of his own men as theirs. he gets injured frequently, usually but not exclusively from his old wound tearing open. he usually gets slapped down by the narrative pretty quickly for his acts of hubris. and yet he goes into and out of fights in the last three books without a scratch, let alone any inconvenience from the old wound, single-handedly killing tons of trollocs and other Heroic acts. he’s basically Too Powerful for literal double digits of aes sedai to shield. 

being the dragon reborn is horror, and the last three books really seem to forget that. rand’s entire story is defined by his identity horror: he’s constantly grappling with the names and titles people put on him, on being the figure of change that the Pattern demands of him. he has no choice about bringing discord and chaos wherever he goes. his ta’veren effects, which were equally positive and horrifying from books 2-11, become categorizable as either objectively Good or Bad based on...his mental state? i know it gets explained away as him being a Counter to the dark one’s negative effects on the pattern, but it’s undeniably a one-line explanation for a huge change from the first eleven books. by the last book rand’s wondering why he never considered learning to Heal before and why he always did destructive things as if he or the narrative simply forgot, under the last author, that he could. when the narrative was clear that he couldn’t. the dragon reborn wasn’t spun out to Heal or fix things, he was very literally born to break things and enact change. it was, i always felt, incredibly deliberate that while rand was always powerful he was specifically strong in firepower. i cannot imagine that he was being written without any notion of trying to learn Healing, while surrounded by some of the strongest healers of the Age, by accident. 

i’ve talked about this before, but i can’t make a post about rand’s writing between the two authors without bringing up the handling of disability. rand’s struggle with his mental health is a huge part of the character. rand’s chronic wounds and chronic pain are a huge part of the character. i’ve personally found it incredibly impactful to read a fantasy protagonist doing fantasy protagonist things while the narrative kept a pulse on his pain levels such that the reader knows what they are at any given time. it would’ve been really impactful to see him work at and learn how to adjust his lifestyle to having one hand. it’s a goddamn shame that this part of the character was sidelined and forgotten and arguably demonized by the narrative at the very end.

rand has struggled with agency from day one. i’ve touched on this elsewhere in this post, but a huge prevailing theme is the tension between what he’s destined to be and who he is and wants to be. in the second book, verin’s telling him that he probably can’t die until the Pattern is finished with him, and we see this to be the case over and over. we see how he pushes back against being controlled or manipulated or even well-meaningly reined in. we see his recurring i will not be used in the early books. this is a huge source of his trauma and pathos. it’s therefore wildly jarring that his issues with agency are not only moved out of the spotlight in the sandersons, but retroactively explained away multiple times. rand does this! moiraine does this! one can’t help assuming we’re meant to believe they’re both right, speaking from the wisdom of hindsight, especially because the rand that says it wasn’t a desire for independence that drove me but a fear of irrelevance has just returned from dragonmount — the same man who shines so brightly as to reveal darkfriends and who has flowers blooming in his wake. he’s Good Now, so presumably he’s saying what the reader is meant to believe. 

some differences in character writing come down to style, of course, but the more i think about it, the more i attribute to take. and in the spirit of fairness: all of the above is, of course, my take. but the impression of the character i get in rj’s versus bs’s hands read for the most part like two very different people.

#mulling on why sanderson's rand left me cold in the last three books #wot book spoilers #sanderson critical #words #r

[landograndprix]

okay so my dream was inspired by the baby daddy rumour from a few weeks ago. carlos & I have a one night stand, & there is little interest from either of us to continue it any further that that. except I get pregnant. naturally I tell him, he tells his family. who insist we get married immediately. dream me is not happy about this. but I agree to go along with it, since I figured if I get formal / legal recognition from their rich baby daddy & his richer family then I stand a chance of being able to provide a good life for my kids. he isn't happy about it because he is still in his red flag era & doesn't really want to stop. he agrees in the end because he does not want to disappoint his family esp his grandmothers

anyway! we get married in a really shitty, boring way. few guests, mostly of the day is spent dealing with the paperwork. no formal announcement or anything like that. I can't even drink to celebrate or eat my weight in cake lol so it's a bad day for me all around. we're both miserable together, since we don't know each other at all & he is not making any effort to even be a friend to me :( so I tell him (and his family) nothing at all about the pregnancy. including that it's twins lol

I do tell him that if he's going to keep sleeping around he's got to be a lot more discreet about it now, to prevent me & his family being humiliated again. he's more careful about contraception but he is not good at keeping shit secret, so he gets caught stepping out on his pregnant wife. his reputation is shredded & because I've been treated poorly by him & his family I have little interest in helping them deal with it. his family hate me btw. I would keep catching them talking shit about me bc they did not think I could understand them. I didn't feel like I could talk to my friends about all of this, so I felt really lonely and isolated by this point :(

the dream ends with carlos on his knees begging for my forgiveness. he promises he'll be a better husband, he'll be faithful to me etc. dream me doesn't really believe him at all, but equally I didn't feel the need to forgive him for anything. we weren't in love, I told him it was okay to sleep around.. the marriage was a lie too, so I couldn't say I felt like I had been betrayed. I was mostly hurt because of him ignoring me, never talking to me not even to ask how the pregnancy was going. then I woke up!

-🌹 that was a lot of typing!

Good lord, thats a whole ass movie 😭 how do you guys remember that much or dream in so much detail, I only remember dating Carlos and lando from my latest dream the rest is blurry 😭

#🌹 anon

[prettyhighforawhiteguyblog]

"The younger generation is morally better than us. They are kinder and more empathetic. They do work hard. But they far more clearly see where their work is worthwhile vs where it isn't and they don't waste their efforts on busy work or helping the rich get richer."

i sure asf am experiencing this empathy when i try to debate feminism on this site. feminists who prioritize their own sex def. don't get piled on by a bunch of jerks who cannot tolerate people with different priorities. the rape and death threats women get on here scream moral.

What you have experienced on Tumblr is horrific and evil. It is some of our worst parts of our culture that are wrapped up in our toxic male culture of misogyny and patriarchy combined with a bunch of might makes right and alpha male/sigma male bullshit.

I'm sorry for how you have been treated. It is wrong and every guy who has been part of that should have to read their texts aloud to their mother while Mom has her chancla. And then they should have to pay you a millions of dollars in damages in court for the damage to your quality of life and the terrorism that they inflicted upon you.

Partly it is because Tumblr is run by the same set of Aristocrats, techbros, and Muskrat fanbois as Twitter, Facebook, Reddit, and health insurance companies. I'm sure Tumblr's board of directors go skinny dipping with the Sacklers on Epstein Island. They all hate women and minorities and any kind of real diversity.

So they allow all the bullying and give terrorists freedom to keep you quieter or at least keep you angry, hurt, scared, anxious, and distracted to keep you from burning shit down.

All of that #MeToo stuff was just a peek behind our own curtain of boys-will-be-boys, bro culture that protects really bad guys and teaches all the rest of us to be more misogynistic and downright mean. And a huge portion of men (and their right-wing female allies) rejected the very idea and lampooned it to death.

And I know so many female scientists and professors who should be protected by their position in society, their well-connected colleagues, and universities/labs. They are harassed online mercilessly in the most ugly ways. And then they get it from some students and colleagues too. And their institutions sweep it under the rug or fire the woman because they are all run by Aristocrats and conservatives and Capitalists.

It is horrible and evil.

When ya'll get to burning shit down, I'll help.

But sadly, today is the best time in history to be a woman in our culture.

And for the vast majority of other cultures on Earth.

I've only been around for 45ish years. Up until 3 years before I was born, my mother could not get a bank account in her name. Not without either her father or husband as primary account holders on it. Timeline of some of the financial things here

Sexual harassment was a way of life for a huge contingent of guys when I was in my teens and early 20's. Most of the other guys just thought it was funny. It was only just beginning to get better in the 90s. By "better" I mean it became less socially acceptable to do in public and more guys would speak up in defense. But there were no real consequences and harassment in private never stopped.

Because kind of like racism and "diversity" and such, the people in charge of shit and a large contingent of the population refuse to change their hearts. They just want to stay out of trouble without ever changing themselves or allowing the culture to really change.

So, yes, this is the kindest generation we have ever had in America. Even if we aren't very kind compared to almost anyone else. We are generous, helpful, pleasant, friendly, and hopeful people, but we are not kind.

We are so far behind all the Brown nations in kindness and love, but look at our history. We started way behind thanks to the Aristocrats and their colonizing bullshit we got into bed with them on. But it really is kinder today.

That is sad, but perfection is a human invention. It is always about direction of growth or decline that any judgement of a people ought be made. That and how do they treat women. And how do they treat the poor, oppressed, and sick.

What direction are we moving and how do we treat the people who don't have the power to stop us or really just need some food and a place to live in safety?

That is what defines a good culture and a good people in my book.

So what does that say about us, that people like Anonymous are treated so horrendously on a regular basis and they are just a drop in the ocean? What does that say about us when we are the best people we've ever been in America (or Europe) and we are still this terrible?

#God weeps #civilization #ph4wg original #ph4wg #feminism #Anonymous asks

[carpememes]

Gargoyles  “Awakening 1-3” Sentence Starters

“Get Back! Before you wind up street pizza.”

“What could be strong enough to leave claw marks in solid stone?”

“Aye and catch boulders with our teeth while we’re at it!”

“It’s your choice, Lads. The catapults, or me.”

“In a few more minutes the sun will be down and then we’ll see some fun.”

“No my friend. That’s not crazy. Questioning my sanity while I’m in earshot, THAT’S crazy.”

“You are trespassing.”

“Fight, Men! They are not invincible!”

“Face me, Human, if you dare.”

“I grow tired of this. Take what’s left of your men and be gone!”

“Please. Don’t mention that monster’s name in my presence.”

“These are unnatural creatures. No good can come from associating with them.”

“We are what we are. Her opinion will not change that.”

“Have you no pride? No sense of justice?”

“We save their lives and they repay us with contempt!”

“It is the nature of humankind to fear what they do not understand.”

“There are times when your patience astounds me, my love.”

“I can scare those cowards away without any help.”

“You are my best warrior. I leave you in command.”

“Remember. You and I are one. Now and forever.”

“My angel of the night...”

“We will save the humans... and we will have our revenge!”

“Ha! Makes me glad I can’t read!”

“Traitor! I’ll see you both hanged for this!”

“I’ve been denied everything! Even my revenge!”

“I thought you were dead. I was mad with grief!”

“The page with the counterspell was burned!”

“You turned them to stone forever?”

“The terms of the spell were that they would sleep until the castle rises above the clouds.”

“Cast your spell one more time.”

“May I say one last time? The cost of this venture will be astronomical.”

“This castle has a bad reputation. The locals consider it haunted.”

“Pay a man enough and he’ll walk barefoot into hell.”

“It wasn’t a dragon. It was a machine of some sort.”

“Someone I once trusted said the same thing to me. And then destroyed my people.”

“I can see I’ll have to work hard to earn your trust.”

“The richer you are the more enemies you have. And I’m very rich.”

“I am the owner of a multinational corporation. Which is bigger than many countries you can name.”

“This old place is rather spooky at night.”

“Sorry, pal, but this investigation isn’t over yet.”

“Don’t tell me this is where Dracula shows up.’“

“A good laugh would be worth a lot of money right about now.”

“Your kind? You mean there’s more than one of you?”

“I can’t fly. I can only glide on currents of wind.”

“And please... Don’t fall off the building this time.”

“A good detective trusts no one.”

“It seems that much has changed from what we knew.”

“Your naivety is refreshing.”

“You guys are paranoid even for New York.”

“Must you humans name everything?”

“I don’t know how I’m gonna keep people from noticing you.”

“Easy for you with those wings, but what about me?”

“This world is too big, too bright, too loud.”

“I’m used to it. But I guess it’s pretty impressive to an out-of-towner.”

“I see no walls to guard this city. How do you protect it from invaders?”

“You may be the best thing to happen to this city in a long time.”

“I’ve never seen so many wonders.”

#Gargoyles #disney's gargoyles #sentence starters

[haewho]

[ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 ] > dance machines 🕺

KANG YN > as the dance team’s leader, it was hard for her to ever truly find time for herself. overworked in high school, she’ll of course never let her team know though, except for jake. is by far one of the best dancers on the team.

JAKE SIM > yn’s childhood bestfriend. met in kindergarten after jake offered to let her use his crayons, have been together at every moment since. concerned af abt yn, but ultimately respects her decision of being able to handle it by herself.

NISHIMURA RIKI > the second youngest of the team and arguably the second closest person to yn. refers to himself as yn’s little brother. is an absolute menace to everyone except his sister.

NING YIZHUO > the mom of the team. hopeless when it comes to love but argues that its bc she doesnt have time for foolery. takes care of yn and tries to help her as much as she can.

HANNI PHAM > always has food in her mouth, like literally anywhere. got an award in school for most meals consumed. jay’s cousin and #1 hater. gets called a nepo baby by riki bc he is convinced she only got in bc of jay.

JAY PARK > rich guy in town, not as rich as ricky though. hanni’s cousin but tells everyone shes making it up bc hes too embarrassed of her. although he always buys her whatever she wants. has a tiny weeny crush on ningning.

PARK GUNWOOK > 3rd youngest in the team but gets treated like the baby. bc he is a literal big baby. is convinced that yn and ricky are his parents. loves arguing with hyein on who’s cuter.

SUNG HANBIN > co-leader of the dance team and the most popular guy in the crew. literal headaches bc of everyone. overall a really nice and charming dude though.

LEE HYEIN > the maknae of the group but is perhaps one of the most mature members. except when it comes to arguing with gunwook. joined after she begged hanbin to let her audition. hanbin’s little sister (not actually).

RICKY > rich af. brags about it at any time he can that hes richer than jay. wouldve been the most popular guy in school if it wasn’t for being friends with a bunch of dorks, he doesn’t mind though. likes to spoil yn and gunwook a lot. well actually he likes to spoil yn while gunwook just forces him to.

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[ summary ] > kang yn is the leader of dacelis’ well known and profound dance team, they’re even about to make it to nationals! until one of their members gets injured and now they can’t compete. yn makes it her mission to recruit yang jungwon, a young boy with a past in dancing. surely she can convince him right? of course she can! well while also promising to set him up with his long time crush who also happens to be on the team. 𓆜

[ author’s note ] > dont mind how bad the profiles look, i literally dont know why they look like that😭 anyways i suck at this lolz so sorry

[ taglist ] > open! 𓆜

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