#NOW HE'S SAYING THAT PEOPLE WHO WEAR REVEALING CLOTHES SHOULD EXPECT TO BE LOOKED AT

[aw-bean-s]

Just heard a guy say that catcalling is the same as someone yelling 'fuck you' and that it's just someone being a dick, I-

#Like SIR??? #Then said that a lot of guys he knows would take it as a compliment bc they're not used to it being douchebags #MR IT IS ABOUT CONTROL AND FEELING POWER OVER WOMEN TRYING TO LIVE THEIR LIFE #It is entitlement to other people's bodies #It is misogyny #And yes the people who do it are dicks but it's not JUST 'some guy being a dick' #It is about making women fear you and making yourself feel powerful #NOW HE'S SAYING THAT PEOPLE WHO WEAR REVEALING CLOTHES SHOULD EXPECT TO BE LOOKED AT #AND NOT TO WEAR REVEALING CLOTHES IF YOU DON'T WANNA BE LOOKED AT #IT IS SUMMER! IT IS HOT! IF I WANNA WEAR SHORTS THEN I DON'T DESERVE TO BE STARED AT

[itsmebytch001]

How about a yandere Morales family x reader who is friends with miles because they used ti go to school together that is very clearly neglected. Sometimes sleeping on the streets, never home, always eats a lot at their house yet still remains relatively malnourished and Jeffe finally decides after seeing some bruises on the reader to take matters into his own hands and use his position as police captain to “foster”(kidnap) the reader who is very not onboard.

Or if ur not comfortable with that then they genuinely start fostering the reader and they are not having a good time adjusting to present parents that make them eat 3 meals and be home at 9 stuff like that

You and Miles met at around 9 when your family moved to Brooklyn, he got on with you and once he started bringing you home it was instantly obvious to both Rio and Jeff that something was wrong, you were always messy and disheveled, wearing unwashed torn clothing with shoes with the soles beginning to come off You were 9 but could pass for 7 and barley knew how to use cutlery, and once they eventually met your Mom and Dad it became apparent that though they were not malicious of outwardly abusive, they were massively neglectful.

It became routine that you would come over every Friday, shower, and eat dinner, and take food home with you, Rio would hand you 3 tubber wear boxes full of all sorts of her cooking, and sometimes they would even give Miles old clothes. Jeff would always drive you back home since no 9 year old can be expected to trek it form one brough to another, and once he pulled up outside your building he would escort you back to your front door, and with the few gimpses he saw of your home, bugs crawling, a water collapsed ceiling tile, the brow carpet, not brown because it was brown, but the collected filth he knew that this place, and these people were not fit for a child to be raised.

Jeff entered his home, Miles had been put to sleep while Rio sat on the couch with a glass of wine.

Rio: "So how was it?"

Jeff sat down in a huff next to his wife.

Jeff: "That place looks like a trap house Rio, it had black mold" he rubbed his hands over his face.

Rio: "Is it possible you could just...take her?"

Jeff: "No, not yet not with out probable cause"

Rio: "Is a house with black mold and uncaring parents not enough?!"

Jeff: "No, not for awhile"

Rio: "Dios mío, well...the least we can do is keep her clean and fed huh?"

Jeff: "I guess"

Rio: "What about social services?"

Jeff: "That'll just mean to lose her to the system, we won't be able to keep an eye on her"

Rio: "Oh...I'll give Miles some extra lunches to pass on to her come Monday" She said gulping down a swig of red.

Jeff: "Good idea"

And it was because of their efforts to keep you fed that you finally grew, now you actually looked your age, and needless to say The Morales had brought you into their family not as a guest, but as a member. And for your 11th birthday since by this point you had turned up to school with solles shoes Rio brought you new trainers, while Jeff brought you a selection of new tops.

Of course you being uncustomed to such kindness you responded oddly.

Rio: "Happy birthday baby" She handed you a box, and once you opened it it revealed new shoes!

Y/n: "...are these for me?"

Jeff: "Of course there for you Y/n, it's your birthday!"

Y/n: "I'm not sure if I should take these, I'm very grateful I'm just not sure what my Mom will say"

Rio: "What do you mean?"

Of course you parents had noticed you putting on weight, coming home in new clothing and initally they were grateful to Rio and Jeff for helping out, but it felt more and more like they were taking you away, or like they were trying to replace them.

Miles had also reported you coming to school less at less by the time you were 12, your attendance got so out of hand that eventually Jeff came to do a house visit, he knocked on the door, Your Mom came to the door.

Jeff: "Hey Diana, uh I'm here to do a wellness check on your Y/n"

Diana: "Oh, Jefferson sure, I guess"

Jeff: "Can I come in?"

Diana: "Sure" And so your Mom escorted Jeff back to through your home, when you finally saw the extent of the condtions you were living in, and it was terrible. Opening the door to your room Jeff could see your mattress was on the floor with no sheet, all your clothing lived in pile since there was no wardrobe and you sat on the floor drawing in just a massive t shirt.

Diana: "See, she's well isn't she?" She sassed at him, all Jeff wanted in this moment was to snatch you up take you home and get you cleaned, and in some clothing that actually fit so you didn't look like just a head floating in fabric, but of course being a police capiatin made that legally impossible.

Y/n: "Oh, Hey Mr Morales"

Jeff: "Hey Y/n"

Y/n: "What are you doing here?"

Jeff: "just a wellness check"

Diana: "Your well aren't you Y/n?" She's not asking you, she's telling you.

Y/n: "...Yeah I'm fine"

Diana: "We good officer?"

To be honest, if he were social services he could take you but he simply did not have the authority, Jeff was hushed back into the hallway by Diana.

Jeff: "Diana, Y/n's been out of school for 2 weeks now, why hasn't she been in school?"

Diana: "She's been sick"

Jeff: "Well she looks fine"

Diana: "Then why are you here doing a wellness check?"

Jeff: "Ugh, Diana, If Y/n dosen't turn up to another day of school, I'll get CPS you under stand?"

Diana: "are you threating me?"

Jeff: "No, I'm doing my job" he said waving you goodbye as he exited the house.

Jeff and Rio sat with their son at the dinner table, Rio and Jeff had been cracking a plan to file for emergency custody of you for awhile now, but since you aren't blood they knew it wouldn't be easy, but they also thought it would be good as ask Miles what he thought about the idea of taking you in full time.

Rio: "hijo, what would you think about Y/n moving in with us?"

Jeff:" Full time"

Miles: "Like, forever?"

Jeff: "Yeah..."

Miles: "Is that possible?"

Rio: "It might be"

Miles: "I'd like that"

And so with Miles on board Rio and Jeff started the paper work process to file for emergency custody, and with the helps of CPS they finally had a case, but it wasn't enough, they needed proof of abuse not just neglect, and so they waited, 2 whole years for such proof to emerge.

You had come over on anther Friday for dinner as you often did and had been doing for the past 5 years now, but something was deeply off, you were quite, timid and apprehensive to speak, but the thing that really worried Rio was all the concealer you were wearing on your left eye, honestly it was strange that Jeff didn't notice since the makeup wasn't yours, it was yours Mom's the shade wasn't quite right and drew more attention to your eye, and what was underneath it.

She didn't want to adress it in front of everyone so she waited until later in the evening to confront you about it, while you wear in the bathroom, getting ready for your shower she knocked on the door, before you took off anything of course.

Rio: "Y/n...Can we talk for a sec?"

Y/n: "Uhh yeah I guess" You opened the door to her as she closed the door behind her.

Rio: "Baby, I can see your wearing a lot of makeup, especially round your eye, and I just wanted to check if everything was okay?"

Y/n: "Yeah Yeah...I was just trying to do come conclear"

Rio: "Uh huh...well, could you take it off for me please?"

Y/n: "...no"

Rio: "And why not"

Y/n: "I...I just want to shower Mrs Morales"

Rio: "Y/n we've been over this, You call me Tita, and really why won't you take off all that makeup?"

Y/n: "Tita...please I don't want to talk about it"

Rio:" So something is wrong, huh?"

Y/n: "...I don't want to talk about it"

Rio: "I don't care, your staying at my home I want to see whatever your hiding" she said sternly, handing you a makeup wipe.

And so you compiled begging to rub off all the makeup you had spent about half a hour applying, despite anticipating what she would see it still hurt her to see you with a black eye.

Rio: "Oh...Oh Y/n My poor baby"

Y/n: "Can...Can you please not tell Jeff"

Rio understood why, but this was the proof of abuse they needed.

Rio: "Was it your Mom?"

Y/n: "Yeah...but please don't tell Jeff"

Rio: "This is an assault, you need to tell Jeff he can help you"

Y/n: "I really don't want her arrested"

Rio: "I know... but if she's hitting you it's clearly worse than we thought"

Needless to say it wasn't a pleasant experiecne having to show your bruised face to Jefferson and Miles, though he obivoulsy wasn't happy that you were attacked but this was the proof they needed to push for custody, now all they needed was to report it and make a record of the incident, but it was so obvious you were tired and due to the circumstances, Jeff firmly belived the courts wouldn't to too upest if they kept you just one night.

Jeff: "Y/n...We think its best if you stay with us for awhile"

Y/n: "Like...this weekend?"

Jeff: "Well, maybe a little while longer"

Y/n: "But my Mo-"

Jeff: "If your Mom is hitting, I can't just let you go back"

Y/n: "But what about my stuff?"

Jeff: "I can drive over tmorrow and pick you up whatever you need"

Y/n: "I can't...I can't just leave what if she-"

Jeff placed a hand on your shoulder.

Jeff: "Y/n, we will take care of it, you understand?"

Y/n: "...okay"

Rio: "I'll pull out the couch for you M'kay? I'll lend you a pair of my PJ's"

Y/n: "Okay, yeah please""

It was all so fast, you didn't realise in agreeing to stay the weekend in their minds you were agreeing to being their daughter...

To be continued...

Feel Free to give me Dad! Aaron or Morales Family suggestions!

#yandere spiderverse #yandere morales family #aaron davis x reader #uncle aaron #dad aaron davis #platonic yandere #yandere miles morales #aaron davis #yandere jeff morales #jefferson davis #jefferson morales #yandere rio morales #rio morales #rio morales x reader

[starlightshadowsworld]

To be burned in light

(While Kouyou's in the Agency's clutches, she and Atsushi have an unexpected talk. Atsushi reveals he understands her situation better than Kouyou realises.

Tw for talking about child abuse.)

Atsushi hesitated, his hand hovering over the doorknob. He should leave, he was done here. Kouyou was doing well, she was updated on the plan with Dazai.

The peace between them was delicate. The whole time Atsushi felt like he was standing on ice. One wrong move and it would crack, sending him falling into the icy depths.

What Atsushi wanted to say would no doubt get him stabbed. He would deserve it too, because he would absolutely be crossing a line.

And yet, at the same time Atsushi felt it needed to be.

"Ozaki" 

The Port Mafia Executive sighed, exasperated "what now boy?" She was certain he'd have ran the moment they were finished. The whole time he'd been civil but out of duty.

Much like herself. 

Oh sure Kouyou wanted to attack him. But now wasn't the time for that, not when Kyouka's safety was on the line.

The Agency wouldn't take kindly too the weretiger showing up bleeding out. Besides, Dazai was the brains behind this operation and he'd taken the brat under his wing.

He'd always been protective over who he deemed as his people. Not that Kouyou could say much, she was the same.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry." Said Atsushi. Kouyou smiled but it wasn't kind. "Whatever for? Taking my dear Kyouka from me?"

Atsushi held back a wince at at. It wasn't the words themselves, but the tone. Chilling, barely restrained rage that reminded Atsushi all to well of the Headmaster.

Atsushi had his back to her but that didn't mean he couldn't feel her sharp gaze on him. He took a deep breath and braced himself.

"I'm sorry that the light burned you."

The smile on Kouyou's face fell. Whatever she was expecting him to say, it wasn't that. Her mind went blank, she couldn't formulate a response. And even if she could, what do you say to that?

Atsushi took her silence and that he wasn't being stabbed, as a sign go continue.

"I don't know you, I won't pretend that I do. Or that we're anything but maybe allies but..." Atsushi takes a deep breath in "the light won't burn Kyouka."

Anger.

Anger like Kouyou had never felt in her life filled her veins. Her composure shattered.

"You know nothing! How dare you, you drag my Kyouka into this destructive light. And than you have the audacity to say that you can gurrantee her safety."

Atsushi didn't so much as flinch at her words. He turned around to face her. The look in his eyes was not one of fright or fear like Kouyou expected, but sadness.

"Because the light burned me too." His voice was soft but there was a strength to it that hadn't been there before. Kouyou was taken aback, she was still angry but curious.

"I was born into darkness. I'll spare you the details but my parents were awful people. One thing led to another and eventually they threw me out" He chuckled, but there was no humour in it.

"Literally, in a rubbish bag. But someone found me, let me out and took me back to his Orphanage." Atsushi wasn't looking at her.

His gaze was fixed on the wall behind her. But it felt like was looking at a person.

"He was the Headmaster. He gave me clean clothes to wear, a place to sleep. And even took the leftovers they had and cooked me some Chakuze. It was the best meal I ever had."

He shakes his head, a sad smile on his face.

"So I ended up staying, not like I had anywhere to go. And I was in debt to him. I'd be dead without him, so I did whatever he ordered me too like a servant to a king."

Atsushi looks at Kouyou. "You stabbed me when we met." It's not accusatory, there's no anger in it he just states it like a fact. "I did" confirms Kouyou, not sure where he's going with this.

"I stopped bleeding before Kunikida and Kenji showed up. Akutugawa cut off my leg off, it came back in minutes." Said Atsushi.

Kouyou nodded, unable to move her gaze away. It's true she stabbed the boy, anyone else would be left wailing in agony before suffering a slow death.

Even without Kyouka's intrusion. Kouyou was one of the best assassins in the Port Mafia for a reason.

She hadn't known Akutugawa had done that. And here it was, like nothing had ever happened.

The weretiger had an incredible healing factor, so to have scars that were clearly years old seemed impossible.

And yet here they were.

She'd have thought he was lying if she didn't know Akutugawa. Or of she hadn't fought the weretiger prior.

"I was mopping the bathroom, knocked over a bucket of water." Explained Atsushi, letting his shirt roll back into place. "I wasn't referring to a literal burn" Said Kouyou, regaining her composure.

But Atsushi just chuckled.

"Yeah, I know. But I figured it'd get my point across."

His smile fell "the man who saved my life turned into my own personal nightmare. That might be the only scar I have to show for it, but I should have so much more."

Kouyou found herself believing him. People like that never striked once, especially if it began over something so trivial."You're afraid we'll do the same to Kyouka."

Kouyou nodded "it's a fair assumption. Besides, how do I know this isn't all a rouse conjured up by your mentor to win me pity."

Even she knew that wasn't the case, but it was hard to accept this. That this boy on some level understood her, that he was trying to reach an understanding with her.

"No one in the Agency knows about my past." Said Atsushi. Kouyou raised an eyebrow in disbelief but Atsushi just shrugged.

"It's true. They know it was rough. But they don't know the details. It took Dazai so long to believe I got kicked out in the first place."

The kid was practically transparent. He was like an open book. A liar he was not and despite herself Kouyou deemed what he was saying truthful.

"Than why tell your enemy? I could easily use this against you."

Atsushi shook his head, amused "can't be any worse than I use it against myself. And if you do... Well it was for Kyouka anyway so it was worth it."

That suprised her.

Kouyou had noticed, she'd have to be blind not to see that the weretiger had a fondness for Kyouka. Almost like that of an older brother, but how? "Why would you go so far for her? You barely know her."

Because as much as Kouyou wanted to deny it, the lad did care. He had been alight with protective fury, so much so he'd been about to attack her before Dazai stepped in.

All because he deemed her a threat to Kyouka. He hadn't cared that she'd attacked him, only that she could hurt Kyouka. That's where his priorities lied, it was clear as day.

She expected the usual response, that it was because he was of the Armed Detective Agency. That he was on the good and just side that saved lives. But that was not the response she got.

"It sounds dumb but... When I saw her on the train with that bomb strapped to her chest. All I could think, was that she looked scared." He hugged his arms around himself.

"I've always been helpless, too powerless to do anything. No one was ever there to help me, no one wanted too. When I looked at Kyouka, I saw myself." Said Atsushi, a frown on his face as he recalled that fight.

"I didn't want to fight her, I had no choice. We found out the bomb was rigged. Kyouka, she said she didn't want to kill anyone else and jumped out the train. I went after her, destroyed the bomb and we fell into the water."

Kouyou absorbed this, and made several mental notes to have a word with Akutugawa... Because to strap a bomb on her Kyouka and rig it to explode no matter what.... He was going to pay for it.

"I see, I can't say I quite understand your reasonings... But I am glad you were there." Kouyou admitted, Atsushi blinked in suprise but than smiled.

"Of course."

Atsushi's gaze flickered to the wall again before looking at her. "The women who treated your wounds was Doctor Yosano. She once worked under your Boss, back when he was underground doctor."

But she wasn't content to let this end there.

"But you may care for her, reluctant as I am to admit it. But who's to say your fellow Agency members won't shun her away. That they won't do as your Headmaster once did to you."

Kouyou blinked in suprise, she hadn't known that. Though it made sense she supposed. Looking back the doctor was kind but she was quite sadistic for one living in the light.

"We didn't even know Dazai was former Port Mafia up until recently, and frankly no one cares." Said Atsushi with a small fond smile. "... I can't tell if that's endearing or stupid" replied Kouyou.

Somehow his confidence was infectious, because she felt her worry dim.

Atsushi shrugs "and well, the President was a former assassin. And between you and me, his ability might just be adopting strays. He wouldn't turn her away." He said, and it honestly suprised Kouyo to hear the unwavering confidence in his voice as he spoke of his boss.

It was still there, but it was less than before. Kouyou knew Fukuzawa, not personally but she'd heard enough to back that claim from Mori himself.

"Will I be able to see her?"

Atsushi looked at her in suprise and Kouyou scoffed. "You haven't won me over yet brat." But it was clear she was wavering. Atsushi didn't comment on it though.

"That'll be up to her. But I won't stop you, neither will anyone else unless Kyouka declines or you become a threat to her."

That, Kouyou would agree with. It didn't escape her that the weretiger specified if she became became a threat to Kyouka. Both of them knew once she returned to the Port Mafia, this alliance was over.

... But maybe this alliance could last just a little longer.

"Very well, I agree to those terms." Said Kouyou. Atsushi nodded, turning to the door. "We can talk when I get another update, but I've taken up too much of you're time. I should go."

He got up to leave but Kouyou stopped him. "Before you go, what is your name?." Atsushi paused, suprised and turned back to her. "It's Atsushi. Atsushi Nakajima."

Kouyou nodded, committing the name to memory. "Thank you, Nakajima." She waved her hand dismissively and Atsushi bid her goodbye and left.

She'd lied, she had another question but hadn't been prepared to ask. Probably because Kouyou had already figured out the answer.

'Why did he apologise?'

It was because Atsushi had looked at her, and he'd seen himself. His Headmaster had never apologised, the man probably never would. So Atsushi had apologised to her, just incase it helped.

Kouyou chuckled to herself, what a strange boy.

She looked out the window, watching the bright cloudless sky. 'I will take you out there and show you the radiant world.' Was what he'd said.

Before the ex Boss found out. And the very light she'd become entranced by, was the very same light that burned her.

Dazai had told her the same fate would not befall Kyouka. But it wasn't until now that Kouyou believed him.It will be kinder to Kyouka than it ever was to her.

'And I hope it this radiant light will he kind to you, Nakajima.'

(To clarify on Atsushi's past, because there's a lot of headcannons about it.

The only part that's confirmed in canon is the burn scars, but not the cause though it seems linked to punishment involving chores. And that yes Atsushi's parents threw him away in a bin in a rubbish bag.)

#atsushi nakajima #bsd atsushi #ozaki kouyou #bsd kouyou #bsd kyouka #bungou stray dogs #bsd #tw child abuse

[alicerovai]

Again, I don't want to scare you or ruin your mood, but the Mobius you see in the currently released footage is our Mobius from season 1. He doesn't have his memories erased and he fully remembers Loki and everything that happened in season 1.

I'm saying this now because I don't want you to be disappointed when the show comes out. This very much is the same Mobius and I would tame certain expectations regarding his arc. I know some plot points of the season and I can reveal them in a separate private ask if you want.

Now you're worrying me, but please let me rant a little bit about the "new Mobius" theory (which is just an assumption I made from the recent releases, nothing cerebral).

So, we know that the Mobius Loki meets at the very end of s1 is a Mobius who doesn't know who Loki is ("who are you? What division are you from?" still haunts me).

In the first and never-seen trailer of Loki s2, the one they showed at the Disney Plus day or whatever that was called, we saw an extra scene (not shown in the recent released trailer) where Mobius and Loki are sitting at a table (where, we don't know) and Mobius is asking Loki "who said you were?" (probably replying to Loki's "I don't want to be the problem anymore Mobius", we couldn't hear the exact words because people were applauding and that was a leaked video).

(I can't find the leaked scene pics but this is the scene. The one I'm talking about is an extra dialogue that wasn't shown in the recent trailer).

Loki answers Mobius, "I don't know. My mother, my brother, the Avengers, Odin etc etc and... you". Mobius smiles softly. We all assumed that Mobius had no memory of what happened in season 1, so he doesn't recall calling Loki the villain, or accusing him of being a murderer (then fixing it saying Loki can be "whoever or whatever you wanna be, even someone good" btw). That's why he smiles, like saying "oh, didn't know that, sorry".

Also, I think the "lemon cake scene" takes place after Loki and Sylvie's reunion at the McDonald (and Mobius is there too). There's a scene where we see Loki and Sylvie, in the same rounded room with the cakes, talking (they're alone, Mobius isn't there anymore). That's in the trailer. Sylvie is wearing her own clothes again.

I assumed this scene takes place after the McDonald reunion and after Loki and Sylvie (and Mobius) have fought together (against what we don't know), and here Loki and Sylvie are confronting each other once again. But whether this scene is set before of after the fight, it must be at the beginning of the series (like in episode 2 or 3?).

This is the fight (you can see Mobius behind Sylvie):

The lemon cake scene was the one people has been calling the "jetski cafe scene" since the first leaked trailer, but I don't think that's from the jetski cafe set. I think it looks more like a TVA room (look at the circles on the top in the prev pic). We have zero scenes of the jetski set, except the one where Loki is surrounded by jet skis.

(if in this scene mobius doesn't show up I'm gonna sue marvel)

By the way, what makes me believe this Mobius doesn't know/remember who Loki is (besides the fact that we saw it at the end of s1), is how Mobius talks to Loki. In this scene, which may be set at the beginning while the two of them are searching for Kang (before Sylvie's return? Or later?), Mobius says "you're a man of action, which is fine... while I take a more slow deliberate cerebral approach... this is a good pie!". Like, why does he need to say that? They already know each other, don't they? It could be Mobius just joking around, but it sounds strange.

Why, if this is the same old Mobius, should he asks "who said you were?" to Loki when he perfectly knows Loki's backstory, and their own beginning of relationship? Why does he have to say he's not a man of action while Loki is? It all sounds very much like a Mobius who doesn't know/remember who Loki is, but he's teaming up with him again, ready to believe in him as he has always done.

Being said so, if you know something you can write me in private! There many rumors (a major character being killed off, the jet skis scene, and more) and I'm starting to get quite nervous and my expectations are pretty low (they have been so since the last episode of s1 which ruined my whole vacation day and I will never forgive marvel for doing that shit).

End of the rant!

#loki season 2 #loki

[cutetehe]

Royals react to male mc accidentally wearing a boob window shirt

This is what a boob window shirt looks like:

The story is gonna be a lil different(also read the story yall don’t understand how hard I think to come up with these)

Mc was staying the night at Diavolo castle because Diavolo asked if you wanted to have a sleepover with him. Barbatos looked like he also wanted you to stay the night so how could you say no!

Anyways after a long night of drinking with barbatos and Diavolo, Barbatos reminds Diavolo about the present

“Diavolo, might wanna give mc the present before he falls asleep” Barbatos reminds Diavolo

“Oh right! Barbatos could you be so kind to get it?” Diavolo asks and Barbatos nods and leaves the room

“So what’s the present?” Mc asks while drinking the demonus

“It’s a secret!” Barbatos comes in and hands you the shirt, folded.

“Oh a shirt- I think” Mc didn’t think anything of it

“Can you try it on? I wanna see if I got the right size for you” Diavolo asks

“oh sure, lemme go change” Mc stumbled to his room. Thanks to the demonus and him staying up way past than he usually he does he’s living off of one brain cell

“how do I put on this death trap” Mc mumbles while struggling to put on the shirt

After ten minutes Mc figured out how to put on the shirt. Honestly he should’ve suspected or at least thought on why the shirt took TEN MINUTES to put on but then again- he’s living on one brain cell

Mc walks out to the place where barbatos and Diavolo were and walks in, and immediately after walking in Diavolo and Barbatos look…flustered? Damn this shirt must be real good-

“Y..*ahem* your uh- shirt is a little…. Revealing” Barbatos says while looking flushed meanwhile Diavolo was frozen

“oh” mc says deadpanned

DIAVOLO!!!

“Wait a minute… IS THAT WHAT I BOUGHT??” Diavolo thought in his head

He was in the middle of drinking his demonus and then you came out he puts the demonus down, he just thinks he’s drunk till he sees barbatos reaction

Didn’t know if he should cover his eyes or get you something to cover yourself with-

He’s not sure if he’s allowed to look- you don’t look bothered but he’s still not gonna look

sorta he’s gonna get a glimpse to make sure he isn’t drunk

After barbatos pointed out your shirt Mc seems chill so he assumes you aren’t embarrassed

..or just drunk and drowsy so he still on edge about looking

he doesn’t know why he’s acting so flustered- after all he sorta wears the same thing in his demon form

After thinking that he questions if this is how people who never saw his demon form react to his demon form

after he is unfrozen he’s apologetic

“IM SO SORRY I DIDNT EXPECT IT TO BE LIKE THAT” Diavolo apologizes over and over

“It’s okay! I sorta like and you seemed to too” Mc smiles knowing damn well he doesn’t even remember his reaction

Diavolo is so flustered but still takes mc to bed cause he seems tired

Gave you some of his clothes and sent you to the guest room

“….”

“we aren’t going to talk about tonight, are we?” Diavolo hoped Barbatos would agree

“no we are- how did you accidentally give someone a WINDOW SHIRT??” Barbatos asks

“Can I still keep the shirt?” Mc says stumbling into the room

“Mc go to bed- you can choose after you are sober” Barbatos takes mc to bed

After Barbatos comes back Diavolo knew he was going to get a longgg scolding

The next day comes and Mc is WEARING THE SHIRT AGAIN

“Hey Diavolo!” Mc waved towards Diavolo

“…hi” Diavolo looks away, still not knowing if he’s allowed to look

Mc tries to compose his laughter the best he can

“You don’t have to be so modest, you can look if you want” Mc snickers

Diavolo is more at ease now that he can look

Once in awhile he’ll get flustered but that’s just him blushing but everything else is normal

barbatos

he’s trying to seem calm

but he didn’t expect you to walk out with your…chest out

Looked around for anything to cover you up with

He just takes off his jacket and puts it on you

“Y..*ahem* your uh- shirt is a little…. Revealing” Barbatos mumbled

“Oh” Mc looked a little flushed but that’s probably cause of the demonus

“thanks barbatos” Mc mumbles

Mc didn’t look like he was in a rush to change though

“uh mc, are you okay?” Barbatos asks

“Yeah just tired” Mc yawned

“that’s probably why he isn’t embarrassed” Barbatos thought before taking you to bed

“Please get some sleep” Barbatos says while getting some clothes for you

Mc talks about the human world while barbatos tries to find clothes for you

After Barbatos got you some clothes you STARTED CHANGING IN FRONT OF HIM

“Mc- wait till I get out the room” Barbatos quickly spins around to give to privacy

“I trust you” Mc says while putting on a shirt

Barbatos smiled when you said that

“Hey are you smiling?” Mc asks standing closer to Barbatos

Barbatos was questioning on lying to you or not but he knew you would’t remember when you wake up so…

“Yeah, I love you” Barbatos leaves the room

Mc is now left in a room by himself and HAD BARBATOS TELL HIM HE LOVED HIM

Tried to stay up to make sure he would remember Barbatos but then succumbed to your tiredness

Barbatos wakes you up

“I got you breakfast” Barbatos had his usual facial expression

“Thank you! By the way-” Mc was a little embarrassed

“I love you too” Mc smiles while eating some of Barbatos food

Barbatos is trying to keep his casual face on but he’s dying inside

“Go for it Barbatos!!” Diavolo whispers to Barbatos from outside the room

“What are you doing in here-“ Barbatos already knew why, it was to cheer him on because Diavolo heard Barbatos and Mc conversation

“Oh hi Diavolo!” Mc smiles

Barbatos decides to bail and leaves the room

Ngl I could move done better but I didn’t post anything today so I felt like I should’ve posted SOMETHING,

please give me request if you want me to write anything!

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[roostersmustache]

The Hard Deck II.

Pairing: Rooster x Bisexual Female O.C.

Authors Note: Welcome back to 'The Hard Deck!' This is not the first or the last installment of this series, so if you haven't read the first part, I highly recommend doing so! Make sure to give feedback if you notice any errors!

Synopsis: In which Charley, the daughter of Pete (Maverick) Mitchell, can't keep a certain Lieutenant off of her mind. It makes it all the more difficult considering she has his phone number in her pocket.

Warnings: Mentions of an age gap, mentions of an abusive relationship, swearing, sexual tension, and as always, sexy aviators. Bradley is 35 and O.C. is 25.

Word Count: 4k

Read Part One Here

Charley laid on her makeshift bed in the office of Penny's home staring at the ceiling. She had been lost in thought all day since the events at the 'Hard Deck' last night. It was her day off and she had so far used it to think about how Bradley, the boy she sort of grew up with, had given her his number and flirted with her a bit.

She wasn't complaining, she was just conflicted on what to do. She had her father's voice echoing in her head telling her to specifically not get with Bradley, but she really couldn't help the attraction she felt towards him.

He had grown a lot since the last time she saw him, even though he was twenty five when she saw him last. He just looked more like a man. He had more muscle on him, and his features were more mature, which was all to be expected. He was also very tall, and he always had been, but I guess Charley never really noticed just how tall Bradley was until now.

Attraction makes you notice just about everything.

It was her day off, and she didn't really know what to do with her free time. She didn't want to spend all day daydreaming about Bradley Bradshaw and his impeccable looks, so she sat up and decided she'd go out to some shops. It had been a long time since Charley had done any kind of shopping for herself, and she did find herself needing some more clothes.

One thing Charley didn't like was that she didn't have anyone to go with. The only people she knew in Miramar were Penny, who was about to head to work, and her dad, who she didn't really want to go shopping with. The last time she went shopping for clothes with her dad she was seventeen and it was a disaster. He just turned his nose up at everything she tried on complaining that it was "too revealing." So she figured she'd just take a solo shopping trip, even though those were lame.

"Hey kiddo," Penny knocked at her door. "I'm about to head to the bar, so I just wanted to make sure you needed anything before I head out."

"I'm good," Charley started, walking over to her clothes and looking for a shirt to wear. "Think I'm gonna go shopping for a bit."

"Oh fun! I wish I could tag along," Penny frowned.

"Yeah I wish you could too. Shopping alone is kind of lonely."

"You could always make good use of that number you were given last night, you know. I'm sure Mr. Bradshaw wouldn't mind going shopping with you," she smirked.

"Oh please, as if he wants to watch me shop for clothes," Charley rolled her eyes. "Besides, he's at base training for that mission or whatever."

"Actually," Penny says, her smirk growing wider. "He's not. They finished up kinda early today."

"Oh," Charley blushed, thinking about what it would be like to shop with Bradley. He'd probably get annoyed. Most men do anyways.

"Well, I gotta head to work. Let me know what you get and I'll see you tonight," Penny winked as she headed off to work.

Charley just sighed, conflicted about what to do. She would love to spend the evening with Bradley, but she was so scared to ask. But should she? What if he was just flirty with her last night because he was drunk? Or what if he was just being friendly and she took it the wrong way? She didn't really know but she did know that she wanted to ask him. Why not? It's not like he gave her his number for shits and giggles. Right?

So she found herself reaching over to her makeshift nightstand and grabbing the piece of napkin Bradley had given her last night. First, she put him in her phone and made his contact 'rooster 🐓.' Then she typed out her message:

c: hi bradley! it's charley. i wanted to reach out and ask if u wanted to go shopping w me today? i heard u got out of training early and i need some clothes but also don't wanna go by myself, but if ur too tired i completely get it. just lmk!

As soon as she sent the message, Charley tossed her phone on her bed and went back to looking for something to wear. She had turned her ringer up so when he texted her back, she would hear it. He's not going to come. But also, what if he gave her a random number?

Charley decides she's thinking about this way too much and tries to pull her mind elsewhere. She's successful, in a sense. She stops thinking about Bradley texting her back but instead thinks about how his fingers played the piano last night-

Ding!

Charley froze in her spot, and slowly turns her head to look at her phone. At this point she was so nervous for his response she wanted to throw up. She quickly folds back up the shirt she was holding before practically running over to her phone on her bed to read the message that had come through.

rooster 🐓: Hi there, pretty. Was waiting on a text from you. I would love to join you. Where can I come get you?

Pretty.

It took Charley about two minutes to realize he had asked her a question before she was scrambling to reply. She had just been stuck on the fact that he called her 'pretty' and told her he had been waiting on her to text him. That was enough to leave the girl speechless.

c: i'm at penny's! thank u for agreeing to tag along, i hate shopping by myself. do u need her address?

His reply came almost immediately.

rooster 🐓: Nope. Be there in five.

This caused Charley to basically jump from where she was and throw her clothes around in an attempt to find something to wear. Five minutes? Charley had been lounging around in her pajamas all day. No makeup on her face, and no brush had been taken to her hair. She finally settled on a cropped green tank top with some denim shorts. She put on her sandals to go with it, and for her hair she just threw it up with a claw clip. It wasn't anything fancy, but at least it was better than her Cookie Monster pj's.

After she was dressed she ran into the bathroom and put on a coat of mascara, just so she had something on. She also spritzed herself with her favorite perfume because there was absolutely no way in hell she would risk smelling anything but fabulous in front of Lt. Bradley Bradshaw. By some miracle from God, she had one minute to spare. But that minute felt like hours, as she just stood there waiting on a text from Bradley letting her know he was there. She didn't plan on shopping long, especially now that Bradley was coming along, because she knew he'd probably be tired after training.

After a couple of minutes, she heard her phone ding, and then she checked out the window. Sure enough, Bradley was parked up next to Penny's house. His signature aviators sat atop his nose as he had the radio playing in his car. He had his flight suit on which made Charley believe he was coming straight from training. Now she’d really have to take it easy on him seeing as how he’s had no break.

Once she came into view, Bradley looked up from his phone and shot her a smirk. Charley felt a blush arise on her cheeks, thus prompting her to tilt her head downwards. He got out of his car and walked around to the passenger side, leaning against it. While she was walking up to the car, he unzipped the top of his flight suit and proceeded to tie the top half of it around his waist, revealing his black t-shirt. If Charley wasn't already blushing, she sure was now.

"Hi, Bradley," Charley said, giving him a wave.

"Hi, pretty," he replied, opening the passenger door for her.

"Oh, thank you," she said, climbing inside.

Once he joined her on the drivers side, he started the car, but didn't move quite yet. Instead he turned to look at her. Charley had resulted in playing with her hands in her lap, one of her ways of trying to calm her nerves.

"Thank you for coming with me," she said, breaking the silence.

"Of course, thank you for asking me."

"Well, I didn't really have anyone else to ask so you were the first person that came to mind."

"Oh, so you wouldn't have asked me if you had someone else?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying-" She said, turning bright red.

"I know, I'm just teasing," he laughed.

"Oh," she giggled, even though it was a bit forced because for a split second she thought she had ruined something that had barely even started. "Well I just don't want you thinking I'm desperate to hang out with you, because I'm not, I just really don't know many people here except for like you, my dad, and Penny. But I'm also not saying I don't want to hang out with you because I do, but you're just a bit intimidating because you're older, and attractive, and I'm younger, and struggling to find a job-"

"Shh," Bradley said, putting a finger on her lips. "You're rambling," he smiled.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Charley blushed. "I tend to do that."

"And I'm not older, you make it sound like I'm fifty."

"I also didn't mean for it to sound that way."

"I know what you mean, baby, don't worry," Bradley said, reaching up to tuck a fallen strand of hair behind her ear.

She swallowed.

He smirked.

"So," he said, breaking the tension. "Where to first?"

~~

They were currently in American Eagle, because according to Charley, "they were having a big sale." But Bradley didn't see a big sale. He saw a sale, but not a big one. He just wasn't one for calling twenty percent off an eighty dollar dress a big sale. However, when Charley came out in said eighty dollar dress, Bradley completely forgot the price and immediately decided she'd be walking out of that store with that dress, no matter how expensive.

It was a baby blue sundress, one that stopped right above her knee. The straps were held together by a bow, and it had a sweetheart neckline. The skirt was nice and flowy, so when she gave him a small twirl, he almost saw up her skirt. Not that he was complaining.

"What do you think?" She asked, a smile gracing her face. He could tell she was in love with it.

"You look beautiful," is all he could say, making Charley blush.

"Thank you, Lieutenant. I think I'm going to buy it," she says. Bradley doesn't miss the way she calls him by his title. He doesn't dislike it either.

"I think that's a good decision."

After trying on the dress, Charley tried on a few more things before heading to checkout. Bradley insisted that he pay, and after bickering with him for a minute on that, she finally gave up and let him pay for it. On the way out of the store, they passed a Victoria's Secret, and Bradley didn't hesitate to bring that up.

"Need anything from in there?" He asked, smirking and raising a brow. Charley followed his gaze and blushed.

"No, not really," she said quietly.

"Are you sure? Don't want to get yourself something pretty?" He asked, taking a step closer to her. She went back to playing with her hands.

"I don't have any use for any of it," she said, avoiding his eyes.

"And why's that?" Another step closer.

"I don't have anyone to wear it for," she said, continuing to avoid his gaze. That didn't last long, however, because she felt his fingers under her chin, and next thing she knew, she was locking eyes with him, his thumb and pointer finger holding her chin in place.

"That'll just have to change someday, won't it, baby?" He asked, his voice carrying a teasing tone to it. She felt her mouth go dry, and all she could do was nod.

He was so close to her, his lips just a mere inch away from hers. If she leaned in just a bit more, his lips would connect with hers. His hand had moved from holding her chin to cupping her cheek while the other one had dropped to her waist and pulled her in closer to him. Her eyes fluttered shut a bit, and Bradley didn't miss that. But instead of kissing her, he ran his thumb across her mouth, smirking at her.

"You're so pretty," he said. Charley's hands had migrated to grip onto his shirt.

"Thank you," she breathed.

He leaned forward and gave her a light kiss on the forehead before pulling away asking, "Is there anywhere else you want to go?"

Yes. Your place.

"Not really, I'm ready whenever."

"Alright, baby. If you say so."

Once they made it back to the car, Bradley put on his favorite playlist on Spotify before starting to drive. Charley was a ball of nerves, because she'd never known Bradley could be this forward. Not that she necessarily minded, but she surely didn't expect any of this to be happening with him. She always expected her and Bradley to be friends, not friends that talk about lingerie. But again, she didn't mind.

"Are you hungry?" Bradley asks, pulling Charley away from her thoughts.

"Yes, actually."

"Great," Bradley said. About five minutes later they were pulling into the parking lot of this retro looking diner. Bradley hopped out of the car first and came around to her side, opening the door for her. Then they headed inside, got seated, and began looking at the menu.

"Anything look appealing?" Bradley asked.

"Everything," Charley said, making Bradley laugh.

Once they ordered and got their food, the two had fallen into a casual conversation about their lives. Bradley had settled for a burger with fries, and Charley had gotten a salad with a chocolate milkshake. Bradley, however, had ate more of the milkshake than Charley had.

"So what's this new mission you've been called back for?" Charley asked, taking a bite from her salad.

"I can't say much, but your dad is training us, and it's supposed to be a pretty difficult one. Even I don't have all of the details yet."

"I haven't spoken to my dad much, I didn't even know he had been called back, so I haven't heard anything about it. Just whispers that it's a big deal or whatever."

"Your dad didn't tell you he had been called back?"

"He tried to call me, but I was at work. It was last minute for him."

There really was no tension surrounding Charley and Bradley, except for the topic of her dad. Bradley had a deep resentment for him, one that she understood, but Maverick was still her dad. She loved him, and deep down she knew Bradley loved him too.

"Have you spoken to him at all?" Charley asked.

"Not really," Bradley said, not looking up at her. They sat in silence for a few minutes, neither one really knowing what to say, but also not wanting to change the subject because it would become awkward.

"You know he'd kill me if he saw me with you, right?" Charley asked, breaking the silence.

"Yes. But then again, I don't really care."

"Good, because neither do I."

Bradley shot her a smile before reaching over to take another bite of her milkshake, this time getting scolded by Charley because he'd "ate the entire thing and left hardly any" for her. To which he said that it wasn't even really hers in the first place because he was the one paying for it. And while they were both teasing each other, a part of him did feel bad for eating most of the milkshake, so before they left he bought her another one which she ate on the car ride home.

When he pulled back up to Penny's house, it was nearly nine o'clock. Charley assumed Penny was still at the Hard Deck, so it would just be her and Amelia that night. Nights like those were some of Charley's favorites though, because she saw Amelia as a little sister, and they would bond. Amelia would tell her all about school and the drama within her friend group, sometimes she'd bring up a boy, and Charley would tell her about the idiots she's seen at the Hard Deck. It was always fun for Charley to hang out with Amelia, so she was excited to tell her about the day she had had.

She got snapped out of her thinking when Bradley opened her door on her side of the car. He looked so good in the glow of the moon. His features were soft, which she feels is a rarity for those in any branch of the military. He held his hand out for her, which she accepted, and helped her out of the car. She wasn't going to immediately head inside, because in all honest, she really wanted to kiss him. It felt like he had teased her with kissing all day and it's what she craved most.

"Thank you for taking me," she said, looking up at him.

"Of course. I'm glad you asked me."

Silence fell over the two, Bradley leaning against his car, Charley standing in front of him, looking up to meet his eyes. Neither one of them wanted to finish the night off like that, but then again neither one knew how to initiate anything.

"Well," Bradley started. "I have to get up early for training tomorrow, so I best head home."

As he started walking away, Charley, as if an instinct, grabbed his wrist, preventing him from going anywhere. She wanted something before they parted ways.

"Wait," she said. "Bradley.." She was unable to say anything else when he turned to meet her gaze, a smirk resting on his handsome features.

"Yes?" He asked, walking back over to her and standing directly in front of her. "Did you want something?"

She nodded, but made no move to say anything. This prompted him to put them in the same position they were in earlier, with one of his hands around her waist and the other cupping her cheek. Her hands found his sides, and she grabbed onto his shirt.

"What can I do for you, Mitchell?" He asked, sending shivers down her spine.

"Kiss me." She breathed out.

"What?" He asked, his smirk returning.

"Kiss me," she said, with more urgency.

"Now that's not the nicest way to ask, is it?" Bradley teased.

"Bradley," she huffed. "Please kiss me. You've teased me all day, and it's gotten unbearable. So please. Kiss me."

"Since you asked so nicely," he said, bringing his fingers up under her chin and pulling her in for a kiss. But he didn't give her the kiss she wanted. His lips just barely pressed onto hers before he was pulling back, smiling down at her.

"Was that good?" He asked. She could tell he was still teasing.

"Bradley," she whined. "Please."

And that's all it took before his lips were firmly pressed against hers. His hand kept her chin in place as their lips danced together. Charley had never been kissed like this before. It was so smooth, so slow. Not rushed. Like he was taking his time kissing her. It made her whine, to which he pulled her in closer.

"You're so pretty," he breathed as he pulled away for a second before capturing her mouth again. She had all but gone limp in his arms as they practically made out in Penny's driveway. They could both, however, tell that they needed to stop before things went further. Because they could definitely go further. So he pulled away from her, and drug his thumb across her bottom lip before releasing her and walking to the drivers side of his car.

"Goodnight, Charley," he said to her.

"Night, Bradley," she said back sounding a bit dreamy because she had just been kissed the best she's ever been kissed in her life. As he drove off, she stood and watched him. She didn't start heading inside until she couldn't see his car anymore. But as she got to the door, she was stopped by the sound of a motorcycle pulling up to Penny's house.

On the motorcycle sat her father with Penny behind him, clutching onto his waist. She was a bit shocked, not expecting Penny to be coming home with her father.

"Hi, Penny, and...dad?" She said.

"Hi sweetie," her dad replied. "Just dropping Penny off."

"Had to take my car to the shop, so your father offered to give me a ride home," Penny said, answering Charley's question. "Will you give me a ride to work tomorrow?" She asked Charley.

"Of course!" Charley said.

"Where were you out to?" Her dad asked.

"Oh, I just got back from doing some shopping," she said, a blush rising to her cheeks.

They had arrived at the perfect time because a mere minute earlier, and her and Bradley would've been caught.

"Did anyone go with you?" Penny asked, giving Charley a look that screamed mischief.

"No, I went by myself," she lied.

"Well, I better get going," her dad said. "I've got to be at the base early tomorrow. Goodnight, ladies," he said, flashing a smile at the two before speeding off. Her and Penny started making their way back inside, but Charley didn't get far without being questioned.

"So, how was Bradley?" Penny asked, smirking at the girl.

"I said I went alone," Charley said, trying her best to not give herself away.

"Oh," Penny said. "So how'd you get his aviators then?" Penny asked. Charley's eyes went wide, and they snapped down to her shirt, where sure enough, Bradley's aviators were looped through the top of it. He had let her wear them earlier in the day because she had forgotten her own and he had insisted.

"Please don't tell my dad," she said, taking defeat.

"Hon, I would never tell your father. I know he'd freak out."

"Thank you," Charley sighed in relief. "I don't want whatever this is with him to end before it really even starts."

"Did he kiss you?" Penny asked, unlocking the door so the pair could step inside.

"Oh yeah he did," another voice said. Amelia emerged from the corner, giving Charley a wide grin. Charley's face immediately went hot, embarrassment flooding her cheeks.

"You saw that?" She asked.

"Of course I did," Amelia rolled her eyes. "He looks like a good kisser too."

Charley groaned and walked off to her "room" which really was Penny's home office that she had turned into Charley's bedroom. Her bed was just a queen sized mattress that was on the floor. Nothing fancy, but Charley found it quite comfortable. She plopped herself down onto the bed and checked her phone, trying to get over the embarrassment of being caught by Amelia. On her phone she had one new message.

rooster 🐓: I had a good time with you today. Hopefully I'll see you at the Hard Deck tomorrow night. I'd love to redo what we did in your driveway tonight.

Charley sighed, laying her phone down and staring up at her ceiling. But she couldn't shake the smile that spread across her face. Charley hadn't let herself feel anything for anyone since she ended things with her abusive ex boyfriend. She was scared. She still was scared. But she did know one thing.

She could not stop herself and the way she felt about Bradley Bradshaw.

~~

A/N: That's a wrap for part two!! I don't have a taglist yet, but if you would like to be added to one, I am more than happy to make one. Likes are appreciated, but I absolutely adore reblogs and comments. Please let me know what you think!

-Sophie

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[toastybagel-fanfiction]

the hotbox

{so this one was part of my purplephone and friends drabble collection on ao3 but the collection got no kudos so i'm going to put all of those here instead, like i probably should have done in the first place lmao. anyway enjoy!}

[note: this is a non canon deleted scene from my fic tell me what i want to hear but reading that fic isnt necessary for this oneshot.]

“Michael?”

“Michael, are you alright?”

Suddenly, Scott was sitting beside him, one hand on his thigh and the other on his shoulder. Michael hadn’t even realized he had zoned out until then, thinking that, perhaps, he was only imagining Scott’s voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, looking into Scott’s eyes, watching as they flickered with concern. “I guess I just didn’t expect to see you here today.”

“Yeah, well-” Scott shrugged, glancing off to the side. “Your dad needed to get something from the office, and being in the shop alone freaks me out…” His gaze returned to Michael, who was still looking back at him. Scott couldn’t help but smile. “And I wanted to see you, too.”

Michael grinned, knowing that he was probably blushing despite how much he tried to hide it. 

“You know,” he replied, leaning toward Scott. “Vincent’s on the cameras right now, and I’m sure he wants to see you.”

“I’ll try to catch him on my way out.” Scott reached out, hesitantly touching the darkened circles underneath Michael’s eyes as if they had just appeared at that moment. “You look tired. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, really. I’ve just been so busy with work and missing children’s cases, and on top of that, I’ve been having some weird dreams.” Michael grimaced before realizing what conversation he had just opened up. 

Scott was in those dreams.

Not only was Scott in the dreams, but he had a starring role, and he was oddly out of character compared to his real life self.

The next words out of Scott’s mouth were expected, but Michael still dreaded them.

“What were the dreams about?”

Michael sighed.

He could talk about it, though he never mentioned Scott’s presence in his dreams. That was the part that he would take to his grave.

“I was in a cabaret, but it was empty, all except for one chair. I sat down and the stage lit up…”

The show began.

Scott stepped out from the nothingness beside the stage and stepped onto it. 

Sometimes he wore his normal clothes. Sometimes he wore something more revealing.

Sometimes he wore the same outfit that he wore to the senior prom.

Sometimes he wore nothing at all.

Even though he hated performing for people, it was all that he ever did for Michael.

The band began to play, a soft drum beat shaking the floors.

“Michael,” Scott would say, crouching at the edge of the stage to brush his hand over the side of Michael’s face. “This song’s for you.”

Then, he would sing or dance and Michael would watch, physically unable to look away, as if Scott had cast a kind of spell on him. 

When the song drew to a close, he would applaud, his two hands joining in a vast sea of emptiness. If not for his applause, the room would be silent.

“Did you like the show?” He would ask sometimes, stepping down from the stage to sit in front of Michael.

Sometimes, he would stand for a while, silent, while the music continued.

Other times, he would run from the stage as quickly as he could in order to press his lips against Michael’s, holding him close.

When they pulled away, they both always had lipstick smeared across their lips, whether Scott had been wearing makeup during the show or not.

“Why did you do that?” Scott asked, a hint of fear growing in his eyes.

“What did I do?” Michael glanced around the room, confused.

Scott’s hands tightened around Michael’s forearms.

“Why did you kiss back?” he asked. “You know I love Vincent.” Sometimes, he added, “You know how I feel about your dad.”

In reality, Michael didn’t know how Scott felt about William. It was an odd detail that he never truly found the reason behind.

“Can we pretend?” Michael asked. “Pretend they don’t exist. It’s only us in this void; no one will stop us.”

Scott would take Michael’s shoulders after that, guiding him back into the singular chair before straddling his thighs. He nearly brushed his lips against Michael’s, but managed to make him wait.

“Yeah, we can pretend.” Scott muttered, moving even closer so that his hips were against Michael’s, making the man underneath him shudder. “I’ll play another song for you.”

The band started again.

#fnaf #microphone #phone guy x michael afton #phone guy x mike schmidt #phone guy #michael afton #mike schmidt #michael afton x phone guy #mike schmidt x phone guy #fanfiction

[toofasttoocool]

I’ve finally got out of my toxic relationship with Astolfo.

I should have seen the red flags when he said he wanted to be pregnant… The first time we had sex he wrapped those thicc thighs around me so I had no option but to jizz inside.

A few months later I found myself tied up, drained over and over as he devoured my cock… His belly actually looked pregnant.

Now I’ve escaped he’s spamming me pictures of his tits leaking, his belly bloated to his waist, demanding child support, but boys can’t get pregnant…

(There is no such thing as a toxic relationship,just people no good enough to fuck the crazy out of girls.)

"What's uppppppp,Massssssteeeerrrrr,just sending you this video!I know you love them, so here are my big implants in this tiny bikini you bought me. Despite being saline, they are still leaking milk!Oh no!Look at all this wasted, delicious milk…Or maybe you want to look at my tiny,tiny clitty in this pink Chasity cage?Bet that get you way harder than your other servant, no matter how much you pump them with saline too!You remember how you use to call me "Your adorable futa wife?"Hope you will be happy to hear I am preserving my ass for you again jiggle jiggleI am just a call awayyyyyy…."

Fuck.No matter how much I try I cannot help but jerk off to this videos...Astolfo I hate you,I hate you so much!I hate the fact that I am still attracted to you!Fuck! Those massive implants—I remember the sound they use to make the distinctive "plap" of the plastic!I remember using all my command seal to make him a dumb bimbo!Astolfo!I will rape you again!And again!And again!

I collapsed on the sofa, sinking deeper into it,once again, I masturbated for four hours straight,my libido is at an all-time high. Despite how much I would want the opposite to be true, my careless in the past was affecting me even in the current times,as I spent a lot of grails to turn myself into a sex machine....I am the earth's hero,so if anybody deserves it, it's me!The day when I was a pathetic master is over!

Still...

Astolfo you slut....I kick the table in a vain attempt to make me feel better, and as planned, it didn't work...all I can think about is Astolfo using me, there is no way such a stupid, mindless servant could have outdone me!I need something to fuck, and I need it quickly!Nobody except her was able to make me feel satisfied!

The phone rang again, getting me out of this pretended insanity, who else could it be but Astolfo? Once again it's a picture of her belly, to the point of breaking,of course, she wears that sailor uniform with those stripper heels...again.

Enough,after breaking my phone with my grip power, I threw away the clothes I was wearing, letting my massive hyper penis take a deep breath and rush to Astolfo room.

One could wonder why I decided to go naked in the hallway of the Chaldea but first:It's 3 am so nobody up and second,fuck you.

Having kept the keys I opened the door, meeting the devil herself in the room, now that I observe her, it's clear that, by some miracle, she is indeed pregnant,and she is wearing said oufit.She looked at me almost like she expected to see me precisely at that time,naked fully erect,no matter if that was true or not she kept on that smug smile and, without asking a single thing raise her leg up in that trademark maring press position,revealing her striped socks and flat chasity cage then,and I would rather say anything else,she open her mouth.

"Finallllllyyyyy,Master came back to his beloved futa wife!Did you found me not "toxic" at all anymore?Did you stop being a bitchy master and become a manly hero again? Or maybe you want to finally put another baby in me?Cheeky mas..."

I didn't let her finish,my mind would have gone mad if I had,no instead I grabbed her throat to make her finally shut up and get in position, exercising a strong grip on her juicy thighs.

"You want to play smart?Fine...I will rape you until you submit again,I will make sure to kill the baby while I am on it."

Astolfo role her eyes and bite her lips in a mixture of cheekiness and hornyess.

"Oh no I am so scared...Did you finally decide to make me a complete woman?Or will you back out of this tox...."

I shove my dick as hard as I possibly can in the sailor uniform wearing fuckmeat that is present in front of my glorious self, She shakes and drools, trying her best to stay awake. Her entire body was shaking as it penetrate her,she was esthetic and looked like a junky .Out of her cage some drips fell.

"I will have to make sure to cut that thing once and for all"

I slap Astolfo with all my strengh, she bleeds from the mouth, but that only seems to make her more horny,once I am done with that I start playing with her breasts, never stopping or even slowing down my movement in her,I mess with the hardness and fake feeling of plastic so much even the milk leaking out of her tits doesn't perturb me.

"Oh gosh!Finally!Master dick again!Gosh!Gosh!Master is in love with my plastic body and toxic mind!...No matter how much you try...Your ego too big to not have a woman you "made" yourself be your slave!Master is so..."

She was right;no matter what, this is who I am, but I will never let her dominate me. I continue to trust and grab harder, inflicting a strange mix of pain and pleasure on my victim.

"Oh!Master...Master!Make me a woman!You don't care about those other women!You care about your personal plastic doll!"

Almost like an automatic answer who would have been given by a machine,I scream at her:

"I will rape you until you belong to me again!"

I kiss Astolfo out of love,but mostly out of a way to make her shut up.Any kind of lips against lips was cut out by the taste of plastic lips filler,in the sense that it was a symbol of our relationship:Unatural,toxic and tainted by a reckless desire to dominate one another.

While I was trapped in this romantic essay,I came in Astolfo,the feeling was exactly as I remember, as her asshole drank all of it,but I didn't top I wanted more and more...

Astolfo smiled once again; there was no tenderness,no love in that smile,just raw desire and maliciousness,this was nothing but that:An embrace between two degenerate.

I didn't care about the pregnant belly as I lift her up to fuck her in another position,despite the plastic and pregnancy, her body was still surprisingly light,her mind, however, was gone as she kept on mumbling.I was addicted to this feeling of superiority; she was my doll and nothing more,I would never let her escape again.

Never.

#ask #Astolfo #Fate #Fate grand order #Fate series #AstolfoXRitsuka #preggo kink

[mushroomowlchemist]

Here for a Season

During his wandering Henry discovered a pathway down from the woods he was in to a small river. The sound of a river babbling along beside him made for a good place to read, he decided, and he found a good sitting rock. 

He sat for a few hours, trying to make sense of a few stories. Most of the stories people liked, which were the ones he had, were about love or some dramatic happening like a divorce or the conquest of a nation. Henry read them to try to understand how emotion worked, since he didn't feel any of his own.

Deep in his reading, Henry felt a faint tapping on his shoulder. He flicked at it, assuming it was a bug, but it continued until he finally broke with the story and turned. Next to him was a girl about 16, his age, trying to get his attention.

“Oh, hey, I finally woke you up.” She said now that she'd gotten a reaction from him.

He closed his book and tucked it into his satchel. “I was reading. Who are you?” He said, tilting his head to one side.

“Isabella’s my name. Who’re you, easily-caught-up-in-books boy? Most people are surprised by a stranger appearing and tapping them on the shoulder out of nowhere.” Isabella responded. 

“I'm Henry.” Henry said. “And I'm not surprised because I can't be, don't have emotions. But you do, so why'd you come over to me? I coulda been dangerous. What if I was a bear or something?”

This elicited a strange look from Isabella. “Well, I decided that since you're not hairy and you didn't have big claws that you're probably not a bear. I came over because you looked like you needed a place to stay.”

Henry traced her eyes to his sack cloth robes. “Oh. Sure. Don't like sleeping inside though. Maybe out in your barn?” He said, tracing a square in the air.

“I think my parents will be OK with that Henry. Follow me.” Isabella said and turned back in the direction Henry had been going before he stopped to read. Quickly, he stood and followed close behind as she picked up her pace.

While they were talking Henry had evaluated Isabella. From the nicer clothes she was wearing he could tell that she must be from a village nearby. Her brunette hair was well brushed, so she wasn't a wanderer like he is. The straw hat on her head and her slim physique made her look like a scarecrow. “I won't say that one, but it's true.” Henry thought.

“Your hat makes you look like a scarecrow.” Henry blurted out while he shuffled along the path behind Isabella. “And you're really thin. You gotta eat more.”

Isabella came to an abrupt stop in front of him and turned on her heels. “Dude! I eat plenty, I'm just thin. And you're skinny too! Honestly!” She turned away from Henry and kept walking.

When they arrived, the village was revealed to be much bigger than Henry was expecting. He hadn't seen one with more than 20 people in it and this one had to have at least 100. He would have been impressed, if he was able to be.

Isabella led him to her parents house and they agreed to feed and house Henry in their barn. When dinnertime came he ate with them at their table, eyeballing how much Isabella ate to guess how much he should. Not being able to feel hunger made it hard to tell how much to eat.

During his stay Henry used Isabella's house to look into the working of the village, things like how Isabella's father had so much money. He said that he was some kind of merchant selling fruit but when Henry looked into it he quickly lost interest and moved onto a different topic. After exhausting everything that held his interest in the village, he started borrowing books and reading them in a different part of the woods each day.

Sometimes Isabella would join him, tramping through the woods to a good spot to read. During their reading Isabella would ask him questions about himself and he returned with the same question. It was a tactic he'd learned to make people feel valued in conversation and it always seemed to work.

“So Henry, I don't have any siblings, do you?” Isabella asked, not looking up from her school workbook. 

Henry glanced up from his much larger tome, flipped a page, and replied. “Yep, my brother Udon. He's brumating right now, but he's gonna wake up soon. Still 8 but he buries himself in the ground like a snake. I'll have to go get him and then we'll probably keep wandering. Do you?”

Isabella blew some hair out of her eyes and slapped her book closed. “I just said I didn't, weren't you listening? He's brumating because he's part snake like you, right? You could both stay here.” she said.

“Nah.” Henry replied. “I'm a wanderer. I wander.”

Isabella pulled the book down out of his face and looked into his eyes. “You don't have to y’know.”

“Cool.” Henry said, not at all understanding the emotion of the scene.

 “Be serious dude!” Isabella chided. “I want you to stay. How about that?”

“I gotta go. Udon and I keep moving so that he stays safe. Even if we're safe here for now, I don't know that we will be later.” Henry replied.

Isabella looked sad and let him put his book back up. Henry went back to reading and barely noticed when she left the little clearing. When he did notice it was well past dark. “Where’d she go?” He thought as he finally snuffed his magical lights and headed back to the barn. “Oh well.”

A week later Isabella woke Henry from his hay bed in the loft. “Hey, dude. Wake up!” She said as she shook his shoulders.

Henry's eyes blinked open, but he didn't move, letting her shake him like a piñata. “You sleep like the dead.” Isabella said. “Now get up, we're going on an adventure today.”

Henry nodded and crawled to his feet. “OK. What kind of adventure?”

“I want to see where your brother is sleeping.” Isabella replied. “I packed a bunch of food, so we should be ready already. Do you need to get anything else?”

Henry shook his head. “I'll show you where it is, but you can't go in. I don't want you to interrupt his naptime.”

Isabella nodded in reply. “Let's get going!”

It took a day and a half to get to the cave Henry had stashed Udon in, cutting through harsh wilderness, climbing over rocks and hills, and braving the heavy winds of late winter on the hillsides. Finally they arrived just outside an unremarkable cave.

“OK. There it is.” Henry said nonchalantly. “Time to go back.” He turned back around and saw Isabella stumble through the trees behind him and collapse onto the ground, exhausted. “That's it?” She asked.

“Yup. That's where he is. Don't get too close or he'll wake up early.” Henry said, paying no mind to her tired state.

“Let's camp then. For one night. I'm so tired.” Isabella said, clawing at the release for her pack to set it down. She lay there while Henry went about putting together the camp for the night and gathering firewood. “You're pretty incredible dude. I know you don't get tired, but you really never stop.”

“Yeah.” Henry said in a silly voice. “I explained that to you already. I'll go get something for you to eat.” He slapped some logs into the already roaring fire and cast another bolt of fire into it to keep it roaring, then marched off into the forest.

He got back with a few small fruits and a fish and cooked them. Isabella insisted he eat some, but he refused and eventually she gave in, since she was so hungry. Once her stomach was full she scooted across the log they were seated on and leaned against Henry's shoulder.

“Hey, Henry. Do you always sleep like this when you wander? I don't think I could do it.” she asked, staring up at the stars.

“Yeah, pretty much.” Henry replied. “Food is usually a little bit easier to find though, but that's because it's Winter.”

Slowly, Isabella put her arm around him and gave him a long hug. “Thank you for the food, and for going on this adventure with me. I promise I won't tell anyone about where your brother is.”

Henry shrugged. “Sure. It was your idea, so I don't really get why you're thanking me.” Isabella just squeezed him tighter as a reply. They sat there together until they got sleepy and headed to bed in their sleeping bags.

When they got back Isabella got a lecture about not telling her parents where she went and Henry got a lecture about being responsible. It went in one ear and out the other for Henry.

Spring finally arrived and Henry began to pack up his one or two things. He didn't plan to make a big deal out of it, but Isabella found out and told her parents. They put together a small gift of a few books and gave it to Henry on his way out. With her parent's permission this time, Isabella accompanied Henry to the edge of the forest, stopping before the path became rocky on the way to the cave systems.

“Henry.” Isabella said as they arrived. “I want to talk to you about something.” She shifted nervously from one foot to another, but steeled her nerves and kept going. “I like you.”

Henry sat down on a rock and blinked at her. “Yeah. I am pretty cool. I think you're pretty neat too. Not a lot of people like reading as much as me.”

“No, I mean I like like you dude! Y’know.” She began to blush while Henry's expression remained unchanging.

“Oohhh.” He said. “I get it. Well, I don't feel anything for you, since I can't.” The statement was so matter of fact that it stunned Isabella for a moment. She shook it off and shoved Henry off his stone, sending him flying into the dirt.

“Don't say that, you jerk. I'm telling you that I'm gonna miss you. I know I can't go with, but I didn't want any regrets.” The burst of indignation faded on her face into shyness. “Can't you say something nice?”

“Oh. Yeah I can do that.” Henry said from the forest floor. He stood and brushed off his cloak before continuing. “I think if I could feel then I would like you too, probably. But since I don't really know, I'll just have to get my emotions back and figure that part out. If I do, I'll come back and tell you. Sound good?”

Henry finished his statement and put his hands on his hips in seeming confidence. “How was that?” Isabella responded by grabbing him and kissing him on the cheek. “You promise?” She asked.

“Sure. See ya.” Henry replied and turned, starting his walk up the rocky path.

Isabella stood in silence until he'd gotten farther away and then remembered one more thing she wanted to say. “It's not fair that I fall in love with you and you can't.” she called up after him. Henry turned around and cupped his hands around his mouth.

“OK.”

Udon is @spoonfulofpills 's character. They're a very cool person!

#henry #udon #snoodle bros #spoon's ocs #my writing #udon snoodle #Henry Le-gionsol Falfalwilmys Ganbormedyom Melfgiusroad Ravenomious Le'4che Raciacusdark Ganciamonnus Dantaachres Starglimmer Fate Snoodle #my ocs #hunt for the snoodle bros

[laxmiree]

MLQC Season 2 Chapter 28 - Lucien’s part Translation (Part 2)

⚠️  SPOILER ALERT  ⚠️

This post contains a VERY HEAVY SPOILER for the chapter that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free  to notify me if  there are any mistakes in the translation~

IMPORTANT!!!  to fully understand the story, prior knowledge of previous S2 chapters are needed. Before, I made a short summary that explain those chapters. I hope this can help :D

“Are you hurt?”

I asked again.

Lucien blinked gently, and a moment later the tips of his clean fingers rested on top of his shirt.

Then slowly unbuttoned it.

Previous Part-> [Here]

[Chapter 28-8]

Lucien was attacked by Evolver?

My brain was a little sluggish from not sleeping all night, and I stared blankly at the few people in front of me, not understanding their words at all.

MC: What are you guys talking about?

Young Man: Stop pretending, now the internet is full of videos of Professor Lucien being attacked.

He took a tablet out of his backpack, clicked on the screen a few times, and held it up to me.

It was an extremely difficult angle for a sneak shot, and the image was a little rough, but it completely captured most of Lucien's bloodied back.

Lucien was on the phone and the violent sound of a suspected bullet impact kept playing.

I looked to the top right corner of the screen kept running time code, and my heart sank to the bottom-

It was the exact time Lucien had been on the phone with me after his sudden departure yesterday.

Young Man: How about it, come and tell us a little bit.

I took a deep breath, raised my hand, and resisted their cameras further.

MC: I'm not sure what you're talking about, and besides, I don't think this windy video proves anything. I just hope you won't spread rumours.

After MC watched the viral video clip of Lucien being attacked by Evolvers, she ran to Lucien’s home.

My fingers that were about to knock on the door hung in mid-air, and I looked at the closed door with some hesitation.

If that video is true, it means that Lucien’s reason for leaving me yesterday was a lie.

What should I say when I see him? Ask him why he’s lying? Who were those people that attacked him? And- “Is he doing something dangerous again?”

I silently put my fingertips against the door, but in the next second, the door seemed to sense the knock that had not yet sounded

Lucien’s calm face appeared in front of me, and when I saw the white shirt, he was wearing, I subconsciously opened my mouth.

MC: Are you hurt?

Perhaps not expecting that the first thing I said would be this, his pupils shrank slightly, he just silently pulled me into the house

The curtains in the room were only half drawn, blocking out a large swath of sunlight, and the shadows enclosed the two of us.

MC: Are you hurt?

I asked again.

Lucien blinked gently, and a moment later the tips of his clean fingers rested on top of his shirt.

Then slowly unbuttoned it.

I watched in a daze as the buttons were being undone one by one, revealing a flat and toned abdomen, I subconsciously grabbed his fingertips that weren’t going to stop.

MC: You, what are you doing?

Lucien: I thought it would be more direct in this way than in words.

With the last button unbuttoned, Lucien took off the white shirt he was wearing- and turned against me.

The dim light fell gently on his back, outlining his refined muscles and broad physique.

The place was clean, completely absent of any wounds and scars, and there is even a small visible mole under the right shoulder

I unconsciously reached out my fingertips, but Lucien quickly clothed himself before it could be touched.

Under his calm gaze, I withdrew my thoughts and pondered.

MC: So that video is fake?

Lucien: I think the first priority is to stop public opinion from festering in the first place.

MC: …You are right.

I was about to contact the public relations department to deal with the public opinion when I found Lucien already sitting in front of his desk and opened his laptop.

When he saw my puzzled gaze, his expression was calm.

Lucien: Since it is a matter of public opinion, we also can use public opinion to suppress it.

Lucien: The person involved should have a lot of people watching if they open a live stream now, right?

I understood Lucien’s intention instantly, but I was a little hesitant to see his unchanging expression.

MC: Actually, there are other ways to solve it…

Lucien: MC.

Lucien: As your program consultant, it was my lack of caution that interfered with your filming.

Lucien: I’m sorry about that.

His voice was indifferent, but it sounded indescribably angry.

MC: You don’t need to apologize.

MC: Because you’re more than my program consultant.

Hearing me say that, he looked up.

MC: Although it’s strange to say this, Lucien, I invited you to participate in the filming after I mentally prepared myself.

MC: No matter what happens, I will take all the responsibility.

MC: You shouldn’t underestimate my determination.

The light penetrated through the gaps in the curtains, lighting up Lucien’s eyes and allowing me to see my own figure in them.

I sat at the corner of the room and watched on my phone as the number of people in the live stream kept rising and the comments at the bottom left rolled wildly

-Akise : Professor Lucien actually started a livestream, PrPrPr!

-Auntie: Is the professor really hurt, so heartbroken QAQ

-IronFlower: Is the professor here to clarify? Calm.jpg

20 minutes have passed since Lucien posted a weibo saying he was going to start a livestream, and the number of people in the livestream has reached more than three hundred thousand.

Lucien: Good morning, everyone, I’m sorry for taking up public time, so we won’t waste any more time.

He took off his shirt and turned around with comments such as “!!!”, “Good looking back”, “No injuries” on the screen.

Lucien: It seems that a fake video about myself has been circulating the internet since last night. This has caused a lot of trouble for me and my partner company.

Lucien turned his head to the side, so that the camera clearly captured his face

Lucien: As the person involved, I can only prove that I am not injured in this way.

He waited a few minutes before putting on his shirt and sitting down in front of the screen

Lucien: This is the truth I am trying to tell you. All of your behavior and attacks right now may have unintended effects.

Lucien: We hope that everyone won’t arrive at a simple conclusion based on one-sided information, but will consider it thoroughly before speaking.

Lucien: And take responsibility for your words and actions.

Lucien: Thank you everyone.

Eventually the livestream ended with Lucien’s bow, and he closed his computer to look at me.

Lucien: This should be able to mitigate some of the problems.

I looked at him silently, although I felt that something was strange, I knew that this was Lucien’s consideration for the overall situation.

My tired brain was a little slow, but one of his actions from earlier always stuck in my mind and made me extra concerned…

MC: Professor Lucien has gone out of his way like this, so there must be no problem.

I walked up to him and took out the shooting script in my hand.

MC: Lucien, about the follow-up shooting, I have a question.

Lucien obeyed my words and dropped his gaze on the script-

The moment he bent down and lowered his head, I swiftly yanked his shirt off by pulling down the back of his collar.

(T/N: dang, are Lucien’s buttons that loose-)

The back of my fingers brushed past his smooth shoulders, and right at the moment when Lucien’s eyes were stunned, a misty white mist immediately rose.

After the white mist dispersed, a gauze oozing with blood appeared in front of my eyes, making my heart violently seized.

MC: That video is indeed real!

The person who bandaged it was obviously very impatient, the wrap was crooked, and some wounds that were just abrasions weren’t even treated much.

I sighed silently in my heart as I carefully caressed the gauze.

Seeing that the lie was exposed, Lucien just lowered his eyes, his expression still calm.

Lucien: I didn’t lie to you.

MC: Yes, you just didn’t say it.

My heart is aching, like walking on a wasteland full of mists, being denied to see all the sights.

MC: Was it done by the people who pretended to attack us at the hospital?

Lucien: No.

Then it seems to be Lucien’s own business, is it related to NW? Or was it something else? I pursed my lips and thought about how I was going to talk to this mist.

MC: And what makes you hurt, will that continue?

Lucien: It will. So, I’m also planning to quit shooting to avoid any further problems.

MC: No way.

Without any hesitation, I said those two words with a firm voice, drawing a sideways glance from him.

MC: You’ve told everyone that my program consultant is not injured, so our shoot should carry on.

MC: If you don’t participate afterwards, it will definitely lead to suspicion, so you must come with me.

Lucien: Aren’t you afraid of being in danger because of my presence? Perhaps there will be other dangers.

I looked firmly at Lucien, pulled his shirt up and pressed one of my hands against the back of his chair.

MC: As I said, don’t underestimate my determination.

MC: If you really insist, I won’t stop you from leaving. But I want to ask you again, do you really want to quit shooting?

[Chapter 28-9]

MC: Hello Principal, I’m MC, this is Lucien, followed by the photographer Ah Hang, Xi'er, and the editorial director Xiao Lu.

Principal: Good, good, all good. The children know you are coming and have been waiting for a long time.

As soon as we entered the gate, we saw many cute little children hiding in the doorway in a well-behaved manner.

Child A: It’s the big sister!

Child B: The big brother and sister carrying a meteorite!

Child C: You’re not right! That’s a TV! My mom told me about it! That TV can fit us all in it!

The cute childlike words kept chatting, which made us laugh a little bit, smiling and watching them excitedly introduce themselves in front of the camera.

The classroom also had a lot of spare small benches sitting on the wall that didn’t look like they were meant for visitors.

I blinked and turned my head to collide with Lucien’s gaze. In his eyes, I seemed to see the same confusion.

We kept silent in silence, and with the children still curious about the camera, we pointed another camera at Grandma Zhao.

Principal: After the New Year’s Eve Change Incident that year, a lot of people were prejudiced against Evolver and their children.

The old woman’s words were spoken slowly and with a touch of sadness.

Principal: The Coltsfoot Kindergarten should have been the first kindergarten willing to accept these children.

MC: What did you think at the time?

She smiled with a soft and kind expression, and looked aside.

Principal: Can you tell which of these children is Evolver?

The children jumped around Ah Hang, and under the command of Xiao Lu, lined up for an interview.

There doesn’t seem to be much difference.

Principal: Children are actually very smart. Under the subtle influence, they can quickly become what the world has taught them. Whether it is equality or fairness, only when the seeds are planted from childhood will flowers bloom in the future.

The old woman in the sun had gray hair, but her eyes were very firm, as if a flame was burning.

Principal: I want these children to be tolerant, kind people who accept that there are all kinds of differences in the world. These are mistakes that have nothing to do with the children. And the future of fixing mistakes belongs to these children.

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After finishing the interview with Grandma Zhao, we all gathered in the large classroom to film the craft class as planned.

In today’s paper folding class, Grandma Zhao will teach the children how to fold a thousand paper cranes.

Principal: Everyone hold this place and turn it up, you need both sides.

The little kids were together, the origami crooked in their hands.

Everything in front of me is in a soft glow, no matter how noisy it is outside, at least in this moment, in this kindergarten, these children are slowly growing up.

They will become the result of people’s choices and become the future of people’s choices.

I stood behind the camera and saw what appeared to be a blurred shadow of the future in the shot.

Suddenly, a few sheets of light-coloured origami were handed to me, and I turned my head sideways to see Lucien’s smiling face.

Lucien: Do you remember how to fold it?

In his smiling eyes, I felt like I saw a distant colourful sugar paper folded into a dry paper crane, while another sketched paper crane was lying quietly on the side.

MC: Sure. If you don’t know how, I can teach you.

Lucien: Good.

He smiles softly as he looks down and fiddles with the coloured origami in his hands.

Lucien: No one has ever taught me this before.

I froze as the distant sound of voices struck me like a tidal wave. The breeze ruffled the bangs in front of Lucien’s eyes, causing me to drift off a bit.

Lucien: What’s wrong?

MC: Lucien, you’ve said the same thing to me before.

I smiled and looked over at him and saw that he was a little confused.

Lucien: How come I don’t remember that.

MC: Maybe Professor Lucien has forgotten too much, so he forgot my little teaching.

I bowed my head and folded the origami in my hands, cautiously and slowly, facing all the sadness and nostalgia in my heart alone.

Suddenly, a tiny thousand paper cranes came to my fingertips.

It looks a little wonky, with wings of different sizes on either side, secretly giving away the clumsiness of the maker.

I looked up and saw Lucien waving the awkward thousand paper crane with a serious face.

Lucien: Is it like this? Does it not seem right?

MC: …

I held my breath and stared fixedly at the thousand paper crane. The tide slowly faded away, leaving only the quiet sound of my heartbeat.

MC: You fold too much here, so the wings are not the right shape.

I took another brand-new piece of paper and folded it in front of Lucien.

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Little girl: Teacher, what exactly is a thousand paper cranes?

At this moment, a little girl looking at the several thousand paper cranes folded on the table, with hands supported her chin.

Principal: What do you think it is?

Hearing what the principal said, the children all tilted their heads and watched Grandma Zhao string up the thousand paper cranes that everyone had folded and hang them by the window.

Little boy: I see, it can fly!

Principal: Yes, then where will it fly?

Little girl: Fly to the sky!

Principal: No, not only in the sky, they will fly to every corner of the world.

Little girl: What do they fly there for?

Principal: They flew away with your wishes, so of course to fulfil your wishes.

The gentle spring breeze lifted up a string of thousands of paper cranes, folded brilliantly in the sun.

Little boy: They’re going to fly!

Amidst the cheers of the children, I leaned over to Lucien and held out my palm to him, with a secret stash of thousand paper cranes lying in the palm of my hand.

Lucien: Why didn’t you turn it in?

MC: Because I made it just for you.

Lucien’s eyebrows are curved and the side of his face is extraordinarily beautiful.

He also secretly spread his palm to reveal the one he made at the beginning, the slightly awkward thousand paper cranes.

Lucien: Then let’s exchange.

[Chapter 28-11]

So, it turns out that the empty chair they saw earlier was because some children already left the kindergarten. Their parents worried about having their children in that kindergarten so they withdrawn their children.

Near the end of the school day, the weather, which was just bright and sunny, changed its face in the blink of an eye

I noticed that Grandma Zhao answered a phone call and her face changed instantly. Her uneasy eyes unintentionally collided with mine and she grudgingly smiled.

Lucien: There should be quite a few parents who are planning to let their children leave here.

Lucien’s clear voice rang out, and the gloomy clouds covered the sun.

Lucien: The number of chairs in the classroom should be the number of children it should be. No matter how much the principal insists on her equal education, parents will still have a lot of worries.

MC: But now the entire Loveland city is being rebuilt…

Lucien: There is a distance between the city and the individuals. The mistrust generated by fear cannot be eliminated by idealistic slogans. For too many people, what matters is the present moment, not the future.

Lucien lowered his eyes, his gaze clear and dark.

Lucien: I think the shooting is over for today.

His words fell gently, and my heart felt like it had been pierced by something.

I looked fixedly at Xi'er, who was filming the children aside, and walked up to the director with the recorder.

MC: Grandma Zhao… is there something going on?

What I wanted to film was not something that only shows up in the sunlight, but the decisions that continue to be made by those who had made the choice.

It turns out that Grandma Zhao concealed this because she believed that more people will understand them if the show is filmed. They’re filming when the kids went home with their parents, some of their parents are also evolver.

Lucien left earlier to tend for some matters. Recalling his previous injuries, MC got worried and tried to find him in the rain.

The spring rain accompanied by the dull thunder caught everyone off guard, and the air instantly cooled down.

Among the crowd of people with umbrellas, Lucien walked alone into the alley.

A pool of water gathered on the narrow path, and he walked further and further away, leaving all the noise behind him.

At the end, there are five figures of varying heights waiting ahead in the shadows.

Lucien: Is that all?

[Chapter 28-13]

I walked quickly down the rain-soaked street, feeling bewildered inside.

Where could Lucien have gone? Could he have gotten in his car and left?

I looked at the message on my phone and wondered for a moment if I should make this call.

Since Lucien chose to leave as he did last time, that means this is something he doesn’t want me to be involved in.

As mature adults, there should be a tacit agreement to have a common understanding.

The rain fell heavily on the transparent umbrella, I stood still, took a deep breath, then turned around and ran into the alley.

If Lucien was still around, he would have chosen a more secluded corner in order to avoid the last situation.

As I ran, I kept looking around.

The world slowly quieted down, leaving only the sound of rain with my rapid breathing and rustling footsteps.

I froze and subconsciously looked behind me.

There was no sign of anyone on the secluded path, except for the faintly flashing traffic lights in the distance.

I paused for a moment and headed around the corner of the alley again, the sound of footsteps hidden in the rain creeping up again.

It seems that someone is following me.

After MC realized that she’s being followed, she quickly dug into the store down the street, grabbed a few random clothes then went into the dressing room and tentatively pressed a phone number. MC called Zehn to deal with it.

After wait for a while, Zehn already took care for it. Then, MC got out from the store to continue her search.

There has been too much delay, and it is not surprising to find that Lucien has gone far.

So, do I have to continue looking around?

I still didn’t stop

The moment I crossed a certain path, a sudden dizziness crashed violently at me.

MC: …!

The world seemed to keep reversing back and forth in a matter of seconds, and the nauseating sensation of spinning kept piercing my brain, making me a little unsteady on my feet.

This familiar feeling made me shudder. I had felt the same way once in the old BS Institute site, in the middle of that cycle.

Lucien must be nearby.

I gritted my teeth and got up as I kept moving closer to the place where the dizziness was most intense.

The rain washed over the earth, and the sudden loud startling noise made my heart sink to the bottom again.

What is going on?

The dizziness inexplicably faded, as I braced myself and hurried over to the source of the sound-

By the time I arrived, the place had already been empty.

I looked around blankly at the shattered walls, with vicious bullet holes everywhere.

The rain melted with the speckled blood on the ground, rendering it murky and glaring.

I froze, picked up my phone and pressed Lucien’s number.

Suddenly, a crisp ringing sound rang out from the oblique but only for a moment before it was covered in the rain.

Phone: Hello, the number you have called is on hold…

In an instant, all sound was lost in my world, only the torrential downpour remained

I blinked slowly and gazed at diagonal direction.

Lucien is there.

I am incredibly sure of this.

There was no one in sight on the quiet path, and I slowly turned into the shadows with my umbrella –

The rain that kept falling linked into thin threads, trapping the whole world in moisture.

And the man in front of me was trapped in it, with his wounds exposed to the rain, oozing blood in puddles.

But he didn’t care, all bloodied and wretched, leaning against the pillar, allowing the rain to wet his shirt and trickle down his cheeks and hair.

Like an ‘island’ that refuses to be discovered by me.

Lucien always watched me quietly, and as if in silent warning.

In his gaze, I stepped forward, leaned down slightly, and held the umbrella in my hand over his head.

His body trembled slightly for a moment, and the always indifferent eyes were overtaken by a more complex emotion.

Lucien: You shouldn’t be here.

MC: …You’re hurt.

We stared at each other in silence as the mist filled the landscape once again, but I didn’t want to stop.

Lucien: Why didn’t you listen to me and go back?

MC: Because you’re hurt!

I repeated, gazing straight at him.

MC: It matters more to me than anything else.

Lucien’s pupils contracted for a moment, and he helplessly pressed his brow, as if he didn’t know how to cope with the sight in front of him for the moment.

It turns out that he would also show this kind of expression.

Looking at Lucien, who could not hide his perplexity, I couldn’t help but laugh.

On that light gray road, I wanted to touch the heart that hadn’t been delivered.

MC: If you’re going to say someone will follow me, I’ve already taken care of that. And even if I get caught on camera, I don’t care, I’ve thought of nine different solutions.

Lucien: That many? Then I’d like to hear about it.

MC: I…

I didn’t expect that a random number I just made in my head would be grabbed and made fun by him at times like this.

He instantly saw through my bravado, but instead of digging deeper, he gave a cold look of scrutiny.

Lucien: What if I say that your presence will cause me trouble?

MC: Then you have to figure out a way yourself.

MC: After all, you should also think about it in advance. If I appear here, what will you do?

I pretended to calmly smile at him, glancing over the wound on his right shoulder that was still oozing blood.

MC: Will you come to the hospital with me?

Lucien: I need to stay here.

MC: Lucien, I didn’t plan to leave you here alone after I ran for so long.  If you want me to leave you here, you have to convince me.

MC: Otherwise, I’ll call 120 and we’ll be on the news together.“

I was tired of standing, so I simply squatted in front of him, stubbornly stretched out the umbrella, let the rain fall on my body.

Lucien: I didn’t know that you could be so stubborn.

MC: That depends on who it is directed at.

I did not intend to be engulfed by that heavy mist, nor did I want to get lost in it.

Lucien closed his eyes slowly, as if convincing himself.

Lucien: This is a play.

Lucien: The people watching the play will come and get me, and I have to wait here for the play to be complete.

His voice was soft, and he didn’t say it with any clarity. But I knew that it had meant something different to him.

MC: So, will these wounds of yours be treated?

Lucien: Yes.

MC: Good.

As if he couldn’t believe such a straightforward reply, Lucien’s eyes were slightly startled and he looked up at me.

MC: I admit I’m stubborn, but that doesn’t mean I’ll act unreasonably.

MC: I only have one request, if you promise me, I will leave here immediately.

Lucien: What promise?

MC: After you finish your treatment, you must inform me. Otherwise, I will always follow you even if I disrupt your plans in the future.

MC: Also, I won’t tell you anything about the secrets of this world, nor will the lighthouse take you there.

Lucien: What a good threat.

Lucien smiled extraordinarily beautiful amidst the hazy rain and mist.

Lucien: I promise you.

The feeling of clinging clothes on his body made Lucien a little uncomfortable, the pain kept spreading all over his body, but he didn’t frown.

Before treating his wounds, he walked into an office where someone was already waiting for him.

Xiao Yue: Thanks for your efforts, Professor Lucien. it seems that you already have the result.

Lucien looked at him indifferently, did not say a word, but just lightly walked forward.

His palm was stained with blood, and he silently pressed his fingertips against the desk surface, and a crimson name slowly appeared on it.

Lucien: Everything in the NW program so far, including all the data for that next experiment. I’ll have to trouble Mr. Xiao.

[Chapter 28-15]

After hearing Lucien’s reply, I forced myself to leave the alley, although I was extremely worried.

I knew Lucien had something he had to do, and so did I.

I went straight back to the office with Lucien’s wounded appearance in my mind, and I slapped my own face hard.

MC: MC, you also have something that you have to do

I have interviewed so many different kinds of people, put in so much time and effort, and overcome so many difficulties.

Can’t fall behind on all this.

MC: Everyone, quickly organize their own filming material, and then the team leaders would meet. According to our previously approved post-editing framework, each team will review the material in turn.

Colleague: Yes!

MC: Together, let’s make this issue of Miracle Finder, into what everyone expects it to be.

What exactly is a miracle? Maybe it will have different answers on different occasions.

But at this moment, I like to believe that it represents hope.

It is the heart of understanding that wants to go beyond prejudice, one-sidedness, and suspicion, and it is the flame that everyone holds up.

Time seems to be speeding up, in a flash more than a week has passed, and Lucien has not contacted me.

The last sentence in front of my eyes faded from the screen, the screen slowly turned black, and my ears rang with the tired cheers of everyone.

MC: Brother Bong, please run to the publicity office and send our sample film there.

After a minute of looking at the black screen, I sent the sample to Lucien’s email.

My colleagues collapsed exhaustedly directly onto the small sofa and fell into a deep sleep. I tilted my head and sighed with emotion.

Some of the things that have always been in my heart seem to have finally been relieved.

The afternoon sun was dull, and I walked gingerly out of the editing room, spinning my arms around and out the door of the office.

MC: …the air outside is really fresher.

I yawned a little unseemly, and in my blurred vision there was a man walking in the distance against the brilliant sunlight.

He had his usual smile on his face, a steady pace, and didn’t look injured in any way as he had been a few days ago.

He slowly walked up to me, with faint light danced at the bottom of his deep eyes, and raised his phone at me.

Lucien: I just received it and haven’t had a chance to watch it all.

MC: Then you should watch it carefully.

Lucien: I will.

The breeze lifted the corner of his coat, and his whole body was bathed in a halo of light, looking incomparably soft.

Lucien: I’m just here to keep my promise, and then I’m going to go back to work.

MC: You didn’t fiddle with that misty cover again like you did last time, did you?

Lucien: So… should we go somewhere for you to have a closer look?

MC: It’s useless for you to lie to me a-anyway, you’re the one who’s in pain!

Looking at his smiling eyes, my face was a little hot.

MC: Lucien, don’t get hurt again.

He didn’t say anything, just turned around in silence.

Lucien just came to keep his promise with me.

Just as he took a few steps, he stopped abruptly. In the warm sun, he turned sideways and looked at me with a smile.

Lucien: MC, I always think Evol is what represents the evolution of the world.

I froze for a moment as the leaves rustled incessantly and I gently raised the corners of my lips.

MC: I know. But I think there’s a purpose and value to both ordinary people and Evolver. I also think there has to be a way for both sides to be able to walk the path together side by side.

The world cleared up, and this is the answer I found.

The answer that belongs to me.

Lucien: I know.

His tone was low and gentle, seemingly standing on top of a differing point of view, or perhaps, an opposition.

But this time, something is different.

MC: Lucien, I will work hard to give the world the future I want it to have.

MC: I will be the best opponent you can ever have.

Next Lucien’s Chapter-> [Here]

[After thought; a.k.a theory time-(feel free to ignore it bc it’s not confirmed or anything lol.)]

I think the children aren’t the real spies, but they’re part of NW Young Star Project and were sent by Xiao Yue to test Lucien. So, for Xiao Yue, Lucien’s ‘mission’ has two objectives. First, to catch the actual spies, and two, to test Lucien’s limit and strength.

There no way children can be a spy without anyone influenced them (What Grandma Zhao told in the interview “Under the subtle influence, they can quickly become what the world has taught them.”). And until now, NW Young Star project still doing experimentation on children to be weapon/soldier.

Lucien wasn’t lying when he called it a ‘play’, as his mission is indeed a ‘play’ set by Xiao Yue, and he played along with it to get what he wanted.

#mc: lucien are you hurt? lucien: *strips* #that paper crane scene : #mlqc lucien #mr love queen's choice #mr love lucien #mlqc translation #mlqc spoiler #mlqc cn

[artaacari]

15. Soulmate

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Alya usually wore a checkered shirt that successfully hid her personal set of shoulder tags. She was lucky, one might say, because it was possible to imperceptibly examine other people's marks and look for those destined by fate. Although it was not much more difficult for others to hide their own marks, and they conducted the same hidden hunt.

Because the point was not to find an absolute match. This happened very rarely. A better strategy is to spend time with people who have several of the same tags, or at least similar ones. There was always a choice, and if you couldn't build a relationship with someone, you could trust another person.

Marinette, next to Alya, has been fussing and checking with sketches in a sketchbook for a few days now. Recently she saw Luke's tags and it was a real disaster because there were so many things that matched! For example, a strange drawing, similar to a wheel, in which a semicircular row of other circles was inscribed. Alya didn't admit that she also had such a mark, like many of their class - she definitely saw it in Kim, only there was still some stick, or in Sabrina when she tore her tights. But Chloe didn't have it, and Marinette's chances of getting closer to Adrien were increasing.

Both guys on the first board never showed their cards. But they could not help but see others and draw certain conclusions. Alya noticed that Nino often looked dreamily at Marinette, but she had no idea that one day he would come to her with the same request.

- You are her friend, you should know! Nino almost begged, nervously looking around to see if anyone had noticed them.

Marinette's tags were always hidden under her clothes and she carefully avoided revealing tank tops. Alya could well refuse such a frank demand, but on the other hand, she felt sorry for the boy. He did not know that his chosen one day and night dreams about the marks of Adrian Agrest, inventing simply crazy theories about how to see them.

- And if you just show me your tags? - Alya offered cautiously.  -Then I'll be able to tell if there are any like Marinette's.

As expected, this confused him thoroughly.

- And you won't tell anyone?

- I swear! - assured Alya solemnly, touching her heart with her palm.

Nino began to look around again, but they chose a rather secluded place. And after a moment, the boy closed his eyes and resolutely grabbed his T-shirt.

Alya was silent for a long time. In the end, he couldn't stand it and opened one eye.

- Well?

- Wait! Yes, a circle, a bandana, glasses, headphones... What is this?

- It's personal! - Nino was indignant, letting go of the edge of his clothes. - You should have just checked if Marinette had similar marks!

- There is something, - Alya modestly agreed. - But I think I know someone who would suit you better.

Nino also wore glasses, so she convinced herself that it just seemed to her that his eyes had gotten so big.

- Maybe, - he began cautiously, - will you show me something too?

- Well, not everything matches there! Alya tried to calm him down.

- But…

- Maybe you are still looking? - she smiled awkwardly. - There are so many wonderful girls in our class. For example, Julika has a real tiger under her glove!

- I'm more interested in what you have there, - Nino announced more confidently, taking a step closer.

Alya understood that there were few things in the world that would save her, but she tried her best to postpone the inevitable.

- There is just... there is one similar thing.

- So what is the problem? - he asked in a very businesslike tone and adjusted the headphones around his neck.

Does he wear them just because he has that label? Like a hint for those who can guess. On Alya's shoulder, among other things, was a flute or a similar instrument - but both are related to music.

Which has not yet played a special role in her life. Can they have something?

- You don't want to have such a girl.

Nino didn't answer right away, but those words decided everything:

- It's up to me to decide, isn't it? Tell me more about yourself - if you don't want to show it. I trusted you.

#miraculous fanfic #djwifi #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #djwifi december

[timilehinthewritinglion]

So here is a scene I made I hope you enjoy it

Seven robed people stood in the dark workshop whispering to themselves. The low light coming from the glowing runes on the walls making them seem like living shadows.

“This is ridiculous.” The tallest shadow said with a male deep voice.

“We need to confuse him when he wakes up and this a good way to do so.” The smallest shadow said revealing a female voice.

“A-Are you sure this will work?” A second female voice said.

“You can leave if you don’t to see here.” The tallest shadow said again.

“Shut up!” Another male voice “She was the one who pieced together this traitorous bastard’s ploy while you and your girlfriend played house! She is the one that should be here not you!”

He ran towards the tallest robed figure but was held back by another shadow.

“Relax we need to solve this first.” the male voice said as he pointed into the cell that was in the room.

“Yeah, and this is going to be fun.” Another female voice said as it bounced in place before walking to the cell “We get to play the shadow people instead of just fighting them.”

In the cell was a man laying prone on the floor. He looked beaten up, wearing tarted and dirty clothes that were rags at this point. His breathing was steady, and he seemed unconscious. Although, he was beaten he looked like he was slowly healing.

“Remember to use the voice modulator spell.” The small shadow said again.

“I-I think we’re going too far.”

There was a murmur of agreement from the shadows, but most were reluctantly applying the spell in complete silence. After the spell was applied, they remained silent for a while listening of everything around them. From the wind blowing, the trees hitting the window and the meowing of a cat.

“Wake him up.” The tallest shadow said in his new distorted voice after the silence.

“Avar-”

“I am already awake.” The man in the cell said and his body still turned away from the shadows as they looked at him through the cell “Don’t worry I didn’t peek.”

They all looked at each other and huddled together in the corner. After a couple of minutes, they turned to him.

“Your cell has been outfitted with the strongest magic dampeners so don’t try to escape.” They said as a single voice “So, we got some information about what you are doing. We will now-”

“This is going to go on for a while so I’m going to end this charade.” The man in the cell said turning to look at them “Jake,” he said pointing to the tallest robe figure “Emily,” moving his finger to the smallest shadow “Chelsea,” pointing at the nervous figure “Thomas,” he pointed at the angry figure “Susan,” he pointed the figure that hadn’t done anything “Tim,” he pointed at the figure holding back Thomas “and Dee-Dee.”

“Don’t call me that.” Dee-Dee said reflexively.

“How did you-” Thomas started.

“You are going to have done this to me already.” He interrupts as he sat up cracking his neck as he murmured “In fact, you do this every time you discover who I am for the first time.”

“What?” Chelsea said looking confused at him.

“So much for being mysterious.” Jake said as he and the others removed their hoods revealing his a brown-haired blue-eyed teenager.

“I know more than I have ever let on.” The man in the cell said as he stood up.

“Then let’s start with the basics. What is your real name Not-Steve?” Jake asks rolling his eyes as he did so.

“I would say it, but the name means nothing to you.” Not-Steve said as he walked around his cell and smiled “Right now.”

As he said the last 2 words the magic suppression runes glowed bright and the walls around them cracked.

“Wow.” A new voice came out from the doorway accompanied by a meow “You’re pretty strong to be able to do that when supressed almost completely.”

The speaker said as walked out into view. He strutted into the room his long black hair bouncing as he did so.

“H-Ho-ow did you do that Steve?” Jake said.

“I am a genius from the future what do you expect Ezekiel.” Not-Steve said to the new arrival as his smile widened. “And my name is Zereal. Zee-ray-yal, since you always mispronounce it.”

“Wait?” Ezekiel stopped strutting around the room and asked, “Time travel is real?”

“Zeze?” Dee-Dee asked looking confused.

“Yeah of course. Who else has my style?” He said as he kept on strutting and then turned to Zereal his tone smug but questioning “Now, time travel it's real?”

“Yes it is. I guess congratulations for right about me having a trick to success.” Then Zereal looked at him deeply and then smirked “I see you’ve taking my advice with your look.”

Ezekiel looked down at his red valour robe, silk pants and slippers flipped his long hair and sat on the chair and propped his legs on the table. Unfortunately, he sat on his cat and immediately jumped up and began apologising.

“Did have you dress your cat up the exact same way as you?” Jake said his face contorting to a mask of confusion.

“Well, Ste-Zereal hasn’t been wrong about anything yet, so I went all in.” Ezekiel shrugged.

“And before you ask the next couple of questions the list you most definitely have.” Zereal said as he leaned onto the bars of his cells “I was born several hundreds…or thousands of years ago in the future. Time travel and body hopping to survive makes trying to figure that out weird.”

“So, what have you changed?” Emily asked.

“Wait?” Ezekiel asked cradling his cat “Why are you body hopping?”

“Why did you come to this time?” Dee-Dee asked.

“I am body hopping because changing this timeline had an affect on me and I had to body hop just to remain alive in the timeline.” Then he gestured at his self “This isn’t even my body. It is some orphan that I found in the same orphanage that you were in.”

"Are you Ignor-" Emily started

“Why-” Jake interrupted her but kept quiet when Zereal raised his hand.

“Since the gig is up, I am going to explain everything about myself. Be warned.” He said as the area around him got brighter “This story will shock you to your very core.”

Everyone was silent after he finished. As the silent stretched on the room got darker.

“Guys-” Ezekiel looking around the room in shock.

“Go on.” Jake said.

“My story is simple. I was inspired by your great and magnificent legend and spent a not insignificant portion of my life trying to get to the pinnacle of your legend. I didn’t reach it and decided to go meet you and learn from you in person. This meant that I had to break the timeline and meet you.” Then he leaned on the bars of his cell “In hindsight I see now that most of the legends were exaggerated, but oh well.”

He finished with a chuckle.

“So, you’re a fanboy who got rejected by his celebrity crushes.” Tim said.

“No.” Zereal said “When I met you all I was attacked immediately. You claimed that you will destroy me completely. That hatred you spat my way broke me and I decided to break you. I used my newly found time traveling powers and my great knowledge of you to try to destroy your life completely. I was successful, I had destroyed your legend! But I hadn’t won yet. I hadn’t completely destroyed you yet. The timeline shook and I had to body jump just to stay alive, which also helped in hiding my actions from the future. Then I found your core, your parents and family and took them from you.”

“You…” Chelsea said frowning in thought.

“Every death of a family member that you had that was me. Every minor or major annoyance you had that was me. I succeeded in completely ruining your life completely.” Zereal said with glee before sobering “Then the timeline caught up. I had erased everything that would have inspired me, accidentally erased myself from the timeline in the process. That wouldn't do, I couldn’t ruin my greatest accomplishment, my great vengeance. So, I had to raise you, all of you. I had to make you the people you became and inspire myself so I would exist.” Then he took a deep breath “I couldn’t wait for years so I accelerated everything. I got you together in your childhood instead of in your late teens in college, I got everyone you were meant to defeat in place, got you to the level to defeat them. And while doing all of that I made sure that you did move past the trauma I gave you. Ironic that after all I did to destroy I was the one who ended up saving you in the end.”

After saying that he broke into laughter. After the laughter there was silence for a while.

“Did you kill my parents?” Jake murmured.

“Guys-” Ezekiel said.

“From my point of view, they have been dead for decades, centuries really.” Zereal said as he stood up.

“Guys.”

“We were supposed to meet in college?” Susan asked, “What have you changed about our future?”

“In your case Susan you have broken up with the man you were supposed to marry.” Zereal said and then shrugged with a smile “Oops.”

Seeing the look on her face he laughed.

“Our enemies. You made them!” Thomas shouted, “You caused so much death!”

As he did Zereal just laughed louder.

“Guys.”

“My parents.” Jake whispered.

“I just accelerated their creation.” Zereal answer Thomas' question as he paced around the cell “I found the right people, gave them the right motivation and put them in the right place they needed to be to flourish. Of course, time changes people so…improvisations had to be done to some. They also couldn’t overpower you, so I had to snip their growth a little.”

“Guys.”

“Did you kill my parents! Why!” Jacob shouted.

“Guys! The runes-!” Ezekiel shouted.

Zereal reached out from the cells and grabbed Jacob’s neck. As he did this a wave of energy left his body making everyone but Ezekiel fall unconscious.

“Are off.” Ezekiel finished.

“Because I hate you!” Zereal growled. “You were my idol and the first time we met! I get it now, why you would do it, but I didn’t back then. you gave me this hatred and I’ll use it to burn you to the ground.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Wandless, incantation-less, omnidirectional, controlled spell casting.” Ezekiel whispered in awe.

“You like it?” Zereal said as he turned to Ezekiel “This and the trick I used to escape are all things that you created. I hope you don’t mind me stealing them. I’m kind of a big fan of yours.”

“What?” Ezekiel asked.

“There are stories told about how great an amazing all of you are.” Zereal said dragging Jacob with him as he walked to Ezekiel ignoring his shouts and struggle “When I first saw you I though you were a fool. You spent your time chasing women, even at your young age. I had no problems taking over your role in everyone's life. Then you grew and became a rival to me. I couldn’t believe how great you were. You, and only you live up to the hype.”

“I’ll…kill…you!” Jacob struggled out.

“You always say that every time we meet.” Zereal said before smashing his head into the wall creating a small hole “I wonder what I did to you originally in the first timeline? What did I do to cause you to automatically hate every single version of me on sight?”

Zereal let go of Jacob as he slumped.

“You know Ezekiel.” He said as he blew a bigger hole in wall “This is the greatest timeline for you. In the original timeline your ambition gets you labelled a villain and getting your back broken by Jackie here.”

“What?”

“Yeah, your ambition gets you cut down in the prime of your life with you only getting up when your hatred consumes you.” Zereal said as he looked into the hole gazing into the distance “Cementing your role as the villain. I made you a greater man than you have ever been. Want to go greater?”

“I won’t follow you.” Ezekiel said, “I am a valued member of society.”

“Sure, you are.” Zereal said with a smile “I promise you that I will use anymore of your future tricks.”

Then he jumped out of the hole he made.

#creative writing #writer #writing #novel writing #writerscommunity #writers of tumblr #writers of color #story telling #story #time travel #vengeful #stories #my writing

[96thdayofrage]

REVEALED: Uvalde school district was part of AI program that rooted out potential mass killers and monitored social media for threats and potential shooters

Texas school officials had been monitoring students' social media prior to the deadly shooting in Uvalde Tuesday, it has been revealed - but still failed to pick up on concerning posts from the teenage gunman in the days leading up to the tragedy.

As an 18th birthday present to himself earlier this month, now-deceased suspect Salvador Ramos bought two AR-style rifles and paraded them on social media - including in ominous messages sent hours before the killing started.

The teen's photo-op also saw him share an image to his since-scrubbed Instagram account, of him cradling the magazine of a rifle on his lap.

According to its creators, the service - powered by advanced linguistics technology - scans and analyzes digital content to pick out and flag potential safety and security risks, as well as mental health and social and emotional concerns.

The software scans selected digital content - in this case, thousands of students' social media accounts - and identifies language that fit those criteria.

The powerful technology is designed to then alerts leaders if a community member is showing signs of crisis, so they can intervene before an incident occurs.

The service also scans threatening images, along with its associated text, before determining whether it is something community leaders should look into.

However, in this particular instance, the technology fell short - failing to spot Ramos' objectively concerning posts and notify district officials.

It is not immediately clear why the technology failed to flag Ramos' posts. DailyMail.com reached out to Social Sentinel and Uvalde district staffers for comment on the software's apparent failure Wednesday morning, but did not immediately hear back.

Students and parents also failed to spot the post from the troubled student, who was described as a bullied loner who slowly dropped out of school due to teasing about his lisp, habit of wearing eyeliner, clothes and his family's poverty

Uvalde district policy encourages '[s]tudents, parents, staff, and community members are encouraged to share information that is deemed troubling' with the district using a reporting system' so that it can 'take appropriate action.'

Those who knew Ramos or his relatives say he was a 'nice' but 'quiet' boy who grew increasingly violent as he became older, amid relentless bullying both in school and online.

Santos Valdez told the Washington Post that he used to be friends with Ramos and played online shooter games such as Fortnite and Call of Duty with him, until the pair stopped talking as Ramos's behaviour 'deteriorated.'

Valdez said Ramos had showed up to the park one time with cuts all over his face, initially claiming he was scratched by a cat before admitting that he did it to himself with a knife.

Stephen Garcia, who considered himself Ramos’s best friend in eighth grade, said he was 'bullied by a lot of people' including for over a photo of himself wearing eyeliner which led to 'gay' taunts. Garcia said Ramos dropped out of school when he moved away to another part of the state, and the two had lost touch. 

Ruben Flores, who knew Ramos's family, said he had an unstable home life and got into blow-up fights with his mother, who he grew up with alongside two sisters in a house around a five minute drive from Robb Elementary.

Police had been called to the home on more than one occasion, Flores added.

She said Ramos had moved in with his grandmother 'a few months ago'. Flores said the grandmother was in the process of evicting Ramos's mother from her house, which the elderly lady owned.

So far, police have confirmed that 19 children and three adults, including a 44-year-old teacher, were killed in Tuesday's massacre. Police sources told KTRK they expect the death toll to rise.

During an emergency address from the White House Tuesday, President Joe Biden criticized state laws that let the teen - who was evidently suffering from deteriorating mental health - purchase the assault weapons just days after turning 18.

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The Hard Deck II. (Sneak Peek)

Pairing: Rooster x Bisexual Female O.C.

Authors Note: Welcome back to 'The Hard Deck!' This is not the first or the last installment of this series, so if you haven't read the first part, I highly recommend doing so! Make sure to give feedback if you notice any errors!

Synopsis: In which Charley, the daughter of Pete (Maverick) Mitchell, can't keep a certain Lieutenant off of her mind. It makes it all the more difficult considering she has his phone number in her pocket.

Warnings: Mentions of an age gap, mentions of an abusive relationship, swearing, sexual tension, and as always, sexy aviators. Bradley is 35 and O.C. is 25.

Word Count: 4k

Read Part One Here

Charley laid on her makeshift bed in the office of Penny's home staring at the ceiling. She had been lost in thought all day since the events at the 'Hard Deck' last night. It was her day off and she had so far used it to think about how Bradley, the boy she sort of grew up with, had given her his number and flirted with her a bit.

She wasn't complaining, she was just conflicted on what to do. She had her father's voice echoing in her head telling her to specifically not get with Bradley, but she really couldn't help the attraction she felt towards him.

He had grown a lot since the last time she saw him, even though he was twenty five when she saw him last. He just looked more like a man. He had more muscle on him, and his features were more mature, which was all to be expected. He was also very tall, and he always had been, but I guess Charley never really noticed just how tall Bradley was until now.

Attraction makes you notice just about everything.

It was her day off, and she didn't really know what to do with her free time. She didn't want to spend all day daydreaming about Bradley Bradshaw and his impeccable looks, so she sat up and decided she'd go out to some shops. It had been a long time since Charley had done any kind of shopping for herself, and she did find herself needing some more clothes.

One thing Charley didn't like was that she didn't have anyone to go with. The only people she knew in Miramar were Penny, who was about to head to work, and her dad, who she didn't really want to go shopping with. The last time she went shopping for clothes with her dad she was seventeen and it was a disaster. He just turned his nose up at everything she tried on complaining that it was "too revealing." So she figured she'd just take a solo shopping trip, even though those were lame.

"Hey kiddo," Penny knocked at her door. "I'm about to head to the bar, so I just wanted to make sure you needed anything before I head out."

"I'm good," Charley started, walking over to her clothes and looking for a shirt to wear. "Think I'm gonna go shopping for a bit."

"Oh fun! I wish I could tag along," Penny frowned.

"Yeah I wish you could too. Shopping alone is kind of lonely."

"You could always make good use of that number you were given last night, you know. I'm sure Mr. Bradshaw wouldn't mind going shopping with you," she smirked.

"Oh please, as if he wants to watch me shop for clothes," Charley rolled her eyes. "Besides, he's at base training for that mission or whatever."

"Actually," Penny says, her smirk growing wider. "He's not. They finished up kinda early today."

"Oh," Charley blushed, thinking about what it would be like to shop with Bradley. He'd probably get annoyed. Most men do anyways.

"Well, I gotta head to work. Let me know what you get and I'll see you tonight," Penny winked as she headed off to work.

Charley just sighed, conflicted about what to do. She would love to spend the evening with Bradley, but she was so scared to ask. But should she? What if he was just flirty with her last night because he was drunk? Or what if he was just being friendly and she took it the wrong way? She didn't really know but she did know that she wanted to ask him. Why not? It's not like he gave her his number for shits and giggles. Right?

So she found herself reaching over to her makeshift nightstand and grabbing the piece of napkin Bradley had given her last night. First, she put him in her phone and made his contact 'rooster 🐓.' Then she typed out her message:

c: hi bradley! it's charley. i wanted to reach out and ask if u wanted to go shopping w me today? i heard u got out of training early and i need some clothes but also don't wanna go by myself, but if ur too tired i completely get it. just lmk!

As soon as she sent the message, Charley tossed her phone on her bed and went back to looking for something to wear. She had turned her ringer up so when he texted her back, she would hear it. He's not going to come. But also, what if he gave her a random number?

Charley decides she's thinking about this way too much and tries to pull her mind elsewhere. She's successful, in a sense. She stops thinking about Bradley texting her back but instead thinks about how his fingers played the piano last night-

Ding!

Charley froze in her spot, and slowly turns her head to look at her phone. At this point she was so nervous for his response she wanted to throw up. She quickly folds back up the shirt she was holding before practically running over to her phone on her bed to read the message that had come through.

rooster 🐓: Hi there, pretty. Was waiting on a text from you. I would love to join you. Where can I come get you?

Pretty.

It took Charley about two minutes to realize he had asked her a question before she was scrambling to reply. She had just been stuck on the fact that he called her 'pretty' and told her he had been waiting on her to text him. That was enough to leave the girl speechless.

c: i'm at penny's! thank u for agreeing to tag along, i hate shopping by myself. do u need her address?

His reply came almost immediately.

rooster 🐓: Nope. Be there in five.

This caused Charley to basically jump from where she was and throw her clothes around in an attempt to find something to wear. Five minutes? Charley had been lounging around in her pajamas all day. No makeup on her face, and no brush had been taken to her hair. She finally settled on a cropped green tank top with some denim shorts. She put on her sandals to go with it, and for her hair she just threw it up with a claw clip. It wasn't anything fancy, but at least it was better than her Cookie Monster pj's.

After she was dressed she ran into the bathroom and put on a coat of mascara, just so she had something on. She also spritzed herself with her favorite perfume because there was absolutely no way in hell she would risk smelling anything but fabulous in front of Lt. Bradley Bradshaw. By some miracle from God, she had one minute to spare. But that minute felt like hours, as she just stood there waiting on a text from Bradley letting her know he was there. She didn't plan on shopping long, especially now that Bradley was coming along, because she knew he'd probably be tired after training.

After a couple of minutes, she heard her phone ding, and then she checked out the window. Sure enough, Bradley was parked up next to Penny's house. His signature aviators sat atop his nose as he had the radio playing in his car. He had his flight suit on which made Charley believe he was coming straight from training. Now she’d really have to take it easy on him seeing as how he’s had no break.

Once she came into view, Bradley looked up from his phone and shot her a smirk. Charley felt a blush arise on her cheeks, thus prompting her to tilt her head downwards. He got out of his car and walked around to the passenger side, leaning against it. While she was walking up to the car, he unzipped the top of his flight suit and proceeded to tie the top half of it around his waist, revealing his black t-shirt. If Charley wasn't already blushing, she sure was now.

"Hi, Bradley," Charley said, giving him a wave.

"Hi, pretty," he replied, opening the passenger door for her.

"Oh, thank you," she said, climbing inside.

Once he joined her on the drivers side, he started the car, but didn't move quite yet. Instead he turned to look at her. Charley had resulted in playing with her hands in her lap, one of her ways of trying to calm her nerves.

"Thank you for coming with me," she said, breaking the silence.

"Of course, thank you for asking me."

"Well, I didn't really have anyone else to ask so you were the first person that came to mind."

"Oh, so you wouldn't have asked me if you had someone else?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying-" She said, turning bright red.

"I know, I'm just teasing," he laughed."Oh," she giggled, even though it was a bit forced because for a split second she thought she had ruined something that had barely even started. "Well I just don't want you thinking I'm desperate to hang out with you, because I'm not, I just really don't know many people here except for like you, my dad, and Penny. But I'm also not saying I don't want to hang out with you because I do, but you're just a bit intimidating because you're older, and attractive, and I'm younger, and struggling to find a job-"

"Shh," Bradley said, putting a finger on her lips. "You're rambling," he smiled.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Charley blushed. "I tend to do that."

"And I'm not older, you make it sound like I'm fifty."

"I also didn't mean for it to sound that way."

"I know what you mean, baby, don't worry," Bradley said, reaching up to tuck a fallen strand of hair behind her ear.

She swallowed.

He smirked.

"So," he said, breaking the tension. "Where to first?"

~~

Read Part One Here!

Read Part Two Here!

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Can I’m have kalim Floyd and malleus x male reader who loves cute things and use cute clothes and have a bunny plushie with him all the time headcanons please

-- ! Honey-senpai from ouran has invaded. hhhhh soft nrc boys with an equally soft and cute reader whom they love very much yes yes, keep fueling me with just soft content like this and i'll give you more back (*_ _)人

also! i know i've put up that i accept requests with any sort of gender preference, but i still have a tendency to write out these headcanons with a gender-neutral mindset, i'm not avoiding anything on purpose - it's just what i'm used to doing! so please keep that in mind whenever i do write gendered headcanons besides my usual gender-neutral ones ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

✧ Kalim Al-Asim, Floyd Leech & Malleus Draconia with a reader who loves cute things

✧ male!reader

✧ warning: mentions of toxic masculinity and Floyd beating up said people for said toxic masculinity mindset

✧ The moment you reveal this fact to him you can practically see his eyes sparkling in excitement. Finally something he can shower you with to show you how much he loves you even more? Sign Kalim up, he's rushing home and figuring out everything he can buy that he just knows you will love!

✧ He doesn't throw it all at you at once, but he wants to see your every reaction when he presents you with a piece of clothing that he knows you'll find cute, or he's hopping over to you with another small plushie he got custom-made so that you can keep by your bed. Amongst all the other custom-made plushies he's already given you.

✧ Never fails to compliment your attire or accesorry for the day! Bouncing over to you and giving you a tight hug before looking you up and down: "Ah! Did you wear the sweater I gave you yesterday? I knew the light blue would look good on you! Jamil helped me pick that one out, hehe!" Seoncd best boyfriend award goes to Kalim Al-Asim

✧ Guards your bunny plushie like his life depends on it whenever you leave it with him to do something. Either he's holding it or staring at it constantly if you put it in front of him and not on him. Won't even let Jamil touch it: "[Name] said I had to take care of it until he's back! He's always carrying it around, so it's really important to him, I can't let you have it, Jamil!"

✧ Kalim is very gullible, so whenever other students come to him when he's alone to comment on his lover, the indicators or backhanded compliments goes right over him. Instead he will gleefully agree to what they say and tell them a lot more about how much he loves you! He'll babble on about a particular outfit you wore that just made you look the absolute cutest that day, how cute your smile is when you finally accept what he's offering and so on: "You see, the other day I gave [Name] another set of clothes where we would match and he almost cried you see! I didn't expect that he would like it so much! I should probably order another set soon if he gets that happy!" The other students gets put surprised by how much Kalim praises you (and the fact Jamil is glaring daggers into their skull from behind Kalim) that they just scurry off before Kalim finishes. Jamil is usually beside him when these incidentens happens, and gets a good chuckle out of it: "I guess that's one of the many good parts about you."

✧ But it's not like you're going to stand idly by either. While Kalim is the type to blabber out every praise to the point it's unbearing, you can gladly just show that no matter how cute you are you can still beat their asses. These kind of people is lucky to get Kalim's end of the stick instead of yours (･ω<)☆

✧ Oh Floyd will find you so adorable. He already finds you adorable enough from before, but the moment he sees you in your casual outfit holding a bunny plushie he just explodes internally at how cute you look: "Should I start calling you little bunny from now on, with how I always see you with that little bunny?" he will inquire, tapping on the nose of the plushie you're carrying with a toothy grin.

✧ Won't really see any difference about you. He always found you cute, you wearing cute clothes and going around hugging a stuffed bunny is just a huge advantage for Floyd when it comes to wanting to give you hugs. What do you mean he can't get a hug? When you're looking so cuddly right now, practically asking him to give you a big hug?

✧ Not someone to give you anything new, but will notice if you're wearing something different immediately, and thus comment on how cute you look. All for him of course? If you surprise him by wearing something completely new when he's working on Mostro Lounge he's already bouncing in excitement and forgets to work completely. You came all the way over to Mostro Lounge to show off your new outfit, why then he must do his part and give you all the compliments!

✧ Some days, when he feels like it, he will make you a drink or a certain parfait that fits your outfit of the day at Mostro Lounge. Floyd is after all able to remember anything he sees or reads once, and since anything related to you interests him, he will gladly make something up to see your beaming smile: "Hehe, you look so happy wiith a simple drink, was it that delicious?" and when you comment on how adorable it looked he will only beam back at you: "Of course, a cute drink for a cute boy is needed after all."

✧ No one is allowed to say a single bad thing about you if Floyd is nearby. One time, a few students did comment on your attire when you and Floyd were together. He had ignored them there in favor of making you listen to him more than the comments by acting silly. A few hours later however, he had successfully tracked down said students and given them a huge squeeze, resulting in some broken ribs of course: "Say, the only one allowed to comment on what [Name] is wearing is me. The only thing he will hear from others is compliments on how nice he looks, not whatever crap you were spewing, are we clear?" ( ´ ▽ ` )

✧ And while you're grateful for Floyds assistance, you can also take care of yourself. And to be honest, the day Floyd sees you in your cute little outfit either politely talk down the person insulting you or just beating them up, he swoons. Wow his boyfriend is both cute and deadly, it's like you were made for him. And will thus ask you to fight him as well-

✧ Malleus will find you quite adorable indeed when you meet up with him again. Will also inquire if you dressed up this cutely for him. If you tell him that's how you usually dress he will be down for a second before smiling: "Well then, I'll look forward to whatever outfit you will graze me with next time then."

✧ But then again, even if you say you dress like this usually. You also usually hang around Malleus most of the time as well, so in a way the cute outfits you wear from time to time is reserved for him. He takes great pleasure in that fact and makes sure to compliment you the moment he sees you.

✧ Will ask about the bunny plushie you keep bringing. If you ask if it's bothering him he will quickly shut down any misunderstanding and ask that he was only curious, but the image of you holding the bunny plushie somehow ties the whole scene together. Ahh, another peaceful memory Malleus can engrave onto his memory.

✧ Will ask Lilia about latest fashion trends, much to Lilia's surprise, but he will quickly figure out it's for your sake and thus let Malleus look through an array of clothing that fits your style. The next time you meet and he presents you with a few accessories, the beaming smile you give him is enough of a reward for the endless days Malleus has pondered about the choices for what could best suit you.

✧ Malleus is not used to interacting with other students, nor is he able to understand hidden intententions quite quickly if they were to say something rude. And if he were to hear someone mention the way his lover dresses, he will be quite curious as to why this is a topic that is needed to be discussed. Upon hearing though, even Malleus is frowning and will actually march up to them, unaware of the terrified yelp of those students: "Has mankind's mentality regressed thus far to comment on someones choice of clothing now? Most interesting, tell me is the way [Name] dresses in his free time that bothersome that it requires for you two to comment on it?” the students promptly run off before Malleus can get an answer though. ∑(O_O;)

✧ The few times you're both together and some brave students still have the audacity to comment on your attire, you will just hand your bunny plushie to Malleus with a smile: "Take care of him, okay? I don't want him to get dirty after Lilia took the time to make him clean again," before marching up to said students and giving them a piece of your mind, Malleus standing idly by and watching, holding said bunny plushie in his arms, now that alone is a cute sight.

#disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland imagines #twst x reader #twst headcanons #twst imagines #kalim x reader #kalim al-asim x reader #kalim headcanons #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech headcanons #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia headcanons #not proofread #haha my inner need to validate people came through #met a fair share of people who comments on such clothing and somehow i began to write about that #but i hope this was still enjoyable hhhhh