#aw shit this just adds to the pile of 'shit that makes me think i totally have adhd'

[totheblood]

even more modern!ellie headcanons

a/n: just a little something... again AI AUDIOS AT THE END... replies and reblogs are appreciated

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ellie is a homebody, and usually will have to be dragged out by you or dina

honestly she’s never ‘dragged’ out by you, she usually likes to tag along if she knows you’re going somewhere where there will be a lot of people

it’s not that she doesn’t trust you, it’s that she doesn’t trust the people around you

you don’t really mind anyway, you like how she loops her finger in the belt of your jeans and pulls you closer to her when she notices someone staring at you

if the person doesn’t stop she’s not above pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear while making direct eye contact with the person

you giggle, throwing your head back slightly and turning to look at her in the dim light, “what’s gotten into you, ellie?”

“that dick keeps looking at you,” another kiss pressed to your jaw, “don’t like it.”

but she’d much rather stay at home with you, both of you tucked under her comforter with the air conditioner turned down to 64° and whatever show you’re watching at the time on the tv

she hates to admit it, but she loves grey’s anatomy (she swore to you she’d never like it with a scoff and “that show is shit, babe. it’s for like, middle-aged moms with no life.”)

but now as you both have your eyes glued to the screen, she can’t help but scoff every time george is on the screen

“what?”

“he’s just such a fucking loser, this guy.”

“he’s not the worst.”

“he’s pretty fucking bad… why would he sleep with meredith and then make it about him when she starts crying! it’s obvious she’s vulnerable… i just don’t like him.”

ellie gets pretty passionate when watching tv. she’s always sharing her opinions with you, looking at you for validation or arguing when you disagree with her

she’ll always add something like: “you’re lucky you’re cute” or “if you weren’t my girlfriend i’d tear your argument apart” and then kiss you on your nose and go back to watching tv

ellie is an awful cook… like so bad

one time she tried to make a recipe for your anniversary, thinking it would be easy but ended up failing miserably

she’s the type to write out the grocery list and cross shit off as she picks things up… even when she doesn’t know what it means

she didn’t know what trader joe’s was, so when she got there she’d be picking shit up and looking at it with a weird look on her face, “mango… joe joe’s? what the fuck is that?” she’d mutter before putting the box back on the shelf

but eventually she’s getting sucked in, picking up a box of mini ice cream cones, cookie butter, and the rest of the groceries needed for the meal she planned on making for you

you come over and the place is a mess, there is flour all over the counter and floors, pots and pans piled up in the stove, and ellie is stood over a bowl, mixing with a giant wooden spoon

“ellie?”

“shit.. fuck,” she curses, jumping a little bit before turning and smiling at you, her eyes looking you up and down, “you fucking scared me. you’re early.”

“no, i’m not.”

ellie’s eyes glance down at her watch, cursing as she bolts towards the stove a “no, no, no,” falling from her lips as she opens and sees the chicken inside burnt to a crisp. she’s throwing on her mitt and pulling the pan out, sighing as she watches all her hard work go to waste.

“you were trying to cook for me?”

ellie forgot you were there for a moment, her jumping a little at the sound of your voice and wiping the sweat from her forehead as she gives you her best smile, even though it’s strained.

“babe, i’m sorry, i- i don’t know where i went wrong,” she sighs, watching as you walk closer to her and put your hands on the counter behind her trapping her in.

“don’t be sorry” you kiss the side of her lips and smile against her skin, tasting her sweat, “it’s sweet… no one’s ever cooked for me before.”

she’s blushing and leaning into you, your warmth providing her some comfort from her previous stress 

“you look nice,” she whispers below her breath, but you can still feel the puffs of air coming out of her mouth, “you deserve a good meal.”

“i’m not picky,” you whisper back, giggling as ellie’s heart leaps in her chest. she loves you so much it hurts

her hands rest at your hips when she kisses you gently, saying something about missing you that you miss because of how her lips feel against yours

you order takeout that night and eat it as you help her clean up the mess she made

“have you ever been to trader joe’s? that shit was crazy”

ellie is the type of girlfriend to send you two people from a tv show or an edit and be like “babe, this is so us”

or to think it’s so cute when you have matching icons on instagram, tiktok, or twitter

she just wants to show you off all the time

she draws the line at a joint couple account though

she’s always writing things about you, whether it be in her journal, little poems, or songs about you

she’d post a song she wrote you on tiktok with the caption “wrote this song about my lover” and not expect it to blow up

but then she’s receiving a million comments about how sweet it is and how people wish someone would do something like that for them

she doesn’t like the comment “can your gf fight” so she’s responding to all of them like “no, she can’t, but i can and i will! LEAVE MY GF ALONE!!”

but she’d brag about it to you, shoving her phone in your face and saying “look, your girlfriend is fucking famous.”

when you gasp and grab her face congratulating her in between kisses her face grows red and she’s smiling so wide her cheeks hurt

“don’t forget me when you become famous.”

“how could i forget my muse?”

ellie loves listening to music with you and will make you a playlist that she updates with every song she listens to that reminds her of you

she’s incredibly corny in that way

she always wants to listen to the music you suggest to her, wanting to be closer to you in any way she can

even if she doesn’t like it she’s pretending she loves it and playing it constantly, even when you aren’t around

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[morganski-19]

The One Where It All Started

This takes place about a year before the rest of the posts will be taking place. Just to set the stage before the real schnenanigans start.

“So I said that was a terrible idea, because there was barely any research done so it would be misleading to the readers, right,” Nancy continued her story about the piece she’s been working on at work.

“Yeah, that would make me pissed,” Robin added, following along.

Nancy nods in agreement as she takes a sip of her coffee. “Exactly. I would rather print nothing than something they made up. But of course, the boss doesn’t think so. I’m thinking of dropping the project, so my name isn’t attached to it, but then that just means I ‘didn’t have faith in the work’. No shit I don’t, it’s completely fake.”

“Fuck those guys,” Steve adds, partially listening as he’s grading his student’s assignments.

Jonathan and Argyle walk into the café, finding the group at their normal seats and joining them.

“My dudes,” Argyle bellows. “How’s it going?”

“Ugh, don’t get me started,” Nancy groans.

Jonathan winces. “Those assholes at work again?”

“Yes,” Nancy exclaims. “I need to find another job but this is the best I could get after school.”

“Could be worse,” Robin adds.

“I know, I just hate working there.”

Steve stares at the paper in front of him with a confused expression. “What do you guys think of this one?”

He turns the paper around to reveal a hand turkey covered with red drops resembling blood. What would normally be the feathers are now plucked off and surrounding the turkey leaving the pink underneath. Or at least that’s what it looks like. It could just be pink feathers and a turkey standing on a pile of leaves. But that wouldn’t explain the X’s for eyes.

“Are you seriously grading hand turkeys right now?” Robin rolls her eyes. “And you think your job is hard.”

“Try to teach a bunch of first graders basic math after they’re all hyper from recess and then get back to me. And it’s not just hand turkeys. There’s also spelling tests somewhere in here.”

Jonathan takes the paper from Steve’s hand, showing it to Argyle better with a very concerned glare. “I think you might need to talk to this kid.”

“He drew a murdered turkey, dude. Kid’s got issues.”

Steve takes the picture back, assessing it more. “I mean, those could be leaves.”

Robin points to the picture. “And that’s not blood.”

“Yeah, I need to talk to the kid.” Steve turns it over and sees the name. “Wait, this is Bobby’s. His parents hunt wild turkeys. That’s normal.”

A man with long, brown curly hair approaches the group, wearing a leather jacket with a band tee and black jeans. “Sorry to interrupt but, Wheeler?” He turns toward Nancy, pointing softly at her.

“Oh my god, Eddie?” Nancy smiles standing up to give him a hug. “How are you? I haven’t seen you since high school.”

“Eh, it’s been better. But you, I saw the article you did last month. Best thing I ever read in the news.” Eddie sits down on the chair across from Nancy.

Steve is trying his hardest not to stare and keep grading his stack of papers, but it’s hard. Robin elbows him in the side and widens her eyes in a “Really?”. Steve shrugs in his defense, taking a sip of his mocha. Robin rolls her eyes.

“Aw, thank you. I worked hard on that. What are you up to now?”

“Kinda between jobs at the moment. I work as a freelance artist but I’m taking a break from that becoming a tattoo apprentice.”

“That is so cool, dude,” Argyle interrupts from across the table.

Nancy has a moment of realization. “Right. Eddie, these are my friends. Robin, Steve, Jonathan, and Argyle. Guys, this is my old friend from high school, Eddie.”

“Nice to meet you guys.”

The group replies with varied greetings, Steve and Eddie holding eye contact a bit longer than the rest of the group does. Resulting with another jab in Steve’s ribs from Robin. He yells at her with his eyes for her to stop.

“So, do you live in the city now?” Nancy goes back to addressing just Eddie.

He scratches at his chin with a pained faced. “Kinda. Moved here to live with my ex a few months ago. And then he sort of cheated on me, so I’m trying to find somewhere else, but money’s kind of tight right now.”

“Ugh, that sucks,” Nancy winces. “I’m sorry.”

“Is what it is.”

Nancy turns to Robin, whispering something in her ear. Robin shrugs and whispers something back.

“You know, if you wanted to, no pressure or anything,” Nancy starts. “But, my old roommate just moved out and I’m looking for a new one. It’s a nice place my grandma rents to me so it’s rent controlled. I know we haven’t talked much since high school, but it’s yours if you want it.”

“Have to think about it, and see the place. But that might be nice.”

“And you’d live across from me and Steve,” Robin adds, earning her an elbow to the ribs.

Eddie smiles flirtatiously. “Well that does sweeten the pot.” He notices the hand turkey still laying on the table. “What the fuck is wrong with that hand turkey?”

“I already said I would talk to the kid,” Steve groans.

“Why is this is this kid going on turkey hunting trips anyway,” Jonathan asks, concerned.

Steve shrugs. “How would I know, not my kid.”

Argyle reaches into his front pocket and pulls out a joint, handing it to Steve. “For your troubles.”

“This group is great,” Eddie laughs to himself, already agreeing to Nancy’s offer in his head.

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[familyvideostevie]

𝟭𝟮 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀: 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 

day eleven: secret santa with steve | fluff, friends to lovers, 1.8k 12 days of christmas masterlist

Steve opens his front door and his smile makes your face feel hot immediately. It's getting really tedious, being in love with him, And the holidays haven't made it any better -- everything you do together as friends feels like a date and you've dodged so much mistletoe you never want to see a sprig again. 

"Am I the last one?" you ask him as he gives you a brief hug and takes your coat. Your gift is hidden in a bag dangling from your fingers. 

"Yeah, but I've only just got them all to sit down, so you're just in time." This is your first year participating in the Secret Santa exchange with everyone else, and you're a little nervous, not in the least because it's his name that you drew. And in addition to the holidays exacerbating your feelings for Steve ,your friends haven't been a great help, either. Everyone has been teasing you about it for months and on days when you're feeling optimistic you're pretty sure Steve is getting the same treatment. You allow yourself to consider that he likes you, too. But most days the thought of confessing to him and being rejected and losing your friendship is too much, so you keep your mouth shut and swallow your affection.

"How did you manage that?" you ask. He purses his lips and runs a hand through his hair. The sleeves of his sweater are a little too long for him, the cuffs dangling to the edges of his fingers. You want to hug him again. 

"Promised them hot chocolate after it's over." You laugh and Steve beams like you've given him a gift. "Which you're going to help with," he adds, trying to sound stern. You scoff and make your way into the living room where the rest of your friends are in a wonky circle. Small bags and wrapped packages are piled in the center, each addressed to someone in the room. You shuffle them around and try to bury yours in the pile without showing it too much.

"You took forever," Mike says. "Eddie won't stop guessing who has him." The metalhead shrugs from his place on the couch, unbothered. 

"Not my fault you're easy to rile up, Wheeler." Steve appears behind you, letting his hand rest on the small of your back for just a moment before you head to a spot on the floor next to Robin. She eyes you and you refuse to meet her gaze. 

"How are we doing this?" Nancy asks.

"Someone starts and opens theirs and then guesses who gave it to them," Will says. "And when they get it right that person goes next."

Max is eyeing a very round package on the edge of the pile with a furrow in her brows. "Who goes first?"

"Steve," Robin says, a little too innocently. "Host goes first." Everyone titters a little but no one objects. 

"Uh, sure," he says. He digs through the pile in the middle before pulling out a square wrapped in blue paper with his name on it. "I think it's a baseball," he says, getting laughs and groans. 

"That was terrible, Harrington," Eddie says. "Truly awful."

"Bite me, Munson," Steve shoots back, taking his package and plopping on the couch across the circle from you. 

"Not my job," Eddie mumbles. The kids dissolve into giggles and you suddenly find your fingernails fascinating as Steve opens his present carefully, sliding his fingers underneath the taped seams to avoid tearing the paper. You didn't know he'd be so careful with it, so methodical. It makes your stomach flutter. 

"Oh, shit," he says when he sees what it is. "No way!" 

"Well, are you gonna show us?" Max asks. Why is she looking at you like that? She's going to give you away! Steve holds up the now-unwrapped album: Bruce Springsteen Live: 1975-1985. It's more a box than a sleeve, considering it's got five LPs inside. 

Jonathan whistles. "Didn't that just come out?" he asks. Steve nods, eyes raking over the cover as he turns it over with careful hands.

"Those are impossible to get," Eddie adds. "Record shop has been sold out for weeks."

Eddie is right. You had to beg the guy at the store to save one for you over a month ago. It cost more than you'd like to admit but you knew that Steve would love it and you were right. The look on his face is worth every penny. And then he looks up and right at you. You have no idea how he can tell you got it for him, but he's right. 

"You," he says. His tone makes you feel hot all over. The room seems to hold its breath and then you nod and everyone cheers. 

"Got it in one," Lucas says. "Wonder how he did that." Max elbows him. 

"Your turn," Robin says. You stand and dig in the pile for yourself until you find a soft package wrapped in green plaid with a kind of droopy white ribbon bow. You hold it up as you settled back into your spot and everyone oohs and awws appropriately. 

As soon as you tear the paper you feel your throat grow thick. 

"What is it?" El asks. You rip off the rest of the paper and inhale sharply as you realize what you're holding. 

"It's my scarf," you say quietly. Well, it's a newer version of the scarf that you wear all the time but lost a few weeks ago. 

Steve is the only person you told that you lost it. 

"Don't you have one just like that?" Dustin asks. "Kinda lame to get another."

"No," you say, clearing your throat so your voice sounds less hoarse. "No, I used to. But I lost it."

"It's pretty," Nancy said kindly. "Do you want to guess?"

You don't hesitate. "Steve," you say. You finally look at him and see that he's leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, watching you intensely. He blinks a few times and then rubs the back of his neck. Is it blushing?

"Yeah," he says. "Yeah, I'm glad you like it--"

"Crazy how you guys got each other, right?" Lucas says. Max elbows him again. "Who goes now?"

You realize then that it's been rigged. You and Steve were supposed to get each other so that your friends could see what you'd do, could watch this embarrassment play out in front of them. But they aren't cruel, so the only reason they'd do that was if they thought you both needed some nudging. So, that must mean...

You wish you could say that you pay attention to how the rest of the exchange goes. But you don't, not really. You just stroke your scarf and try not to stare too hard at Steve and fail for the most part. Your stomach feels full of butterflies and you can't believe he figured out how to find a scarf that looks exactly the same and you want to kiss him so badly you wonder how much longer you can bear not telling him so. 

Lucky for you the opportunity to do so arrives quickly. All the presents are exchanged and everyone is toying with their new items and gossiping, so when Steve stands to say he's going to start the hot chocolate, no one even blinks. And when you stand to go with him to the kitchen to help, no one says a word. 

And then you're in the kitchen, alone. 

You don't help much, instead hopping up to sit on the counter and watching as Steve pulls out a huge sauce pan and pours milk into it, setting it on the stove so that it'll warm up.

"So," he says, turning to you once he's done and crossing his arms. "Thank you for the records. It's too much, but--"

"It's not too much," you interrupt him. "I know you've wanted them ever since it was announced they'd be doing the collection." 

"You kept the secret pretty well," he says. "I don't even remember telling you that." He steps forwards and you move your knees so that he can stand in the v of your legs. His gaze is so intense you swallow. 

"You kept yours pretty well, too," you say, softer. Your hands tug on the hem of your sweater. You're starting to get worried that you'll reach out and touch him if you don't keep them occupied. "The scarf, Steve--"

"Is such a good color for you," he says. "I know you loved the other one." You hum and look away from him. "So, we're good at keeping secrets. Got any others you want to spill?"

He steps even closer, his hips hitting the counter and your knees brushing his belt. He keeps his arms crosses, still, but he's so close you can see his pupils dilate. You look down at your own hands. "Cause I've got one," he says. "I think it was rigged."

"You do?"

"I do," he says. Laughter trickles in from the other room but Steve doesn't move.

"Why?" Your words sound more like breath than anything else, but Steve understands. He always does. 

"I can think of a few reasons," he says softly. Then there's a slight pressure on your chin and you realize he's guiding it up with the knuckle of his pointer finger. "Can't you?"

"Yeah," you admit. He doesn't move his hand, keeping it touching your face, and you feel him put the other one on your knee. You cover it with one of your own and it's his turn to gasp a little. But he quickly recovers and smiles softly, eyes crinkling at the corners. 

"Wanna share with the class?" The Harrington charm is softer than it once was, and it worms its way into your heart and makes you feel like a million bucks because it's directed at you.

"You don't want to guess?" you say lightly. Steve is leaning forward now, inching closer and closer, but he's doing it so slowly.

"I don't think I have to," he says. "Do I?"

"Steve," you breathe. His hand moves from your chin to cup your jaw, thumb running over the corner of your mouth and up your cheek. You close your eyes and gently squeeze his hand. 

"Okay," he says softly. And then he's kissing you. He's kissing you right there in his kitchen, your knees digging into his hips, milk boiling on the stove, and everyone you love in the next room. He's kissing you and kissing you and kissing you and you clutch at his arm with your free hand and he pulls back a little before touching his forehead to yours. 

"Milk's probably ready," you say, eyes still closed. You feel his huff on your skin. 

"Just a second." His nose rubs against yours. "I'm enjoying my gift." A laugh bubbles out of you at his shameless flirting and you pull him in for a hug, burying your face in his neck. 

"They're gonna be smug," you say. You feel his chest rumble.

"Not as smug as me," he says. "I've got you."

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[sonicasura]

Let's be honest with ourselves that Transformers Earthspark has its issues. It isn't uncommon for the series to have a few messy iterations throughout the years. However those at least have something going for them.

Bayverse is a junk pile yet there's a lot of material you can build off on and some pretty interesting concepts. RiD15 is an awful sequel to Prime but does decently well as a standalone although there are much needed changes to be had. Earthspark... Well, it's just there.

I can be lenient with the plot holes and poor pacing as Nickelodeon is notorious for interfering with any show that isn't SpongeBob to the point of cancellation. The issues truly land on the characters themselves. I'm gonna try to simplify it without devolving into a rant like the previous draft.

Edit: Gonna add some further edits as I wrote this in the middle of the night. Plus my simplified version skipped some key details.

Robby. Somehow they made a human character I actually dislike instead of be neutral about. In the official Transformers wiki, he's labeled as a big brother who cares for his siblings but his actions so far say otherwise. Robby literally ran away in the first episode because they moved then decided to try and hide the Terrans from his parents.

Yet he rarely gets enough consequences for his actions. I think we don't just need less Emberstone saves not just because of plot armor but force actual character growth on him. Like a life changing to one of his siblings as consequences for his actions and strained relationship until he gets his head outta his ass.

Edit: Yes, I know Robby is a teenager but that isn't a decent enough excuse for his behavior. Seen the trope about big brothers who do act closed off or at some points rude but they haven't done shit that put their family in serious danger. No, I didn't try to purposely forget the times he was injured badly.

There honestly needs to be less of those and his consequences be adjusted to it affects someone else badly. *

Next issue is lacking confrontation with Optimus choices alongside the obvious misplaced trust in the 13 Primes. Quintus Prime literally emotionally manipulated and scarred Mo through a fake bad ending reality because she doubted herself. No good person would do that, much less an actual ally. Even moreso on a child.

I seen this shit in Trollhunters but at least Jim, the main character, was a teenager. (It still was wrong though.) We also got remember that Liege Maximo and Megatronus/The Fallen are Primes. Yet somehow it is best to trust them.

Don't get me started with some of Optimus' choices when it comes to GHOST. He probably did it to protect his Autobots but what about the Decepticons who are locked away? Why are there so little of his companions with him especially since Bumblebee had fucking went into hiding before the show began.

There needs to be tension between Optimus with his Autobots. Someone is bound to snap and Bumblebee would have the biggest impact. The man clearly isn't okay as he's doing things that even Megatron admits ain't like him.

Mandroid needs to be written differently. He has the making of a sympathetic villain but oh boy. First off it is clear that his depiction is ableist aligned since the reason he doesn't like Cybertronians is because he lost his arm. Major thing to change right there.

Give him a narrative where his interest been genuine but slowly declines as the Autobot/Decepticon war increases the number of destroyed lives. Let him become a victim to this than just 'I lost my arm so death alongside experimentation to all Cybertronians'. Also don't make Mandroid ignore the obvious fact that the Transformers parts he puts into his body is slowly poisoning and instead come up with ways to fight the infection. Kinda like in Ironman 2 where Tony's arc reactor began to do the same thing.

Edit: Mandroid's negative views on Cybertronians are about the war and he's aware of the Energon poisoning. It is just that it is poorly portrayed to the point you rarely see it over his Arachnamechs/his ruined life.

Have the man present various evidence of destruction the war caused by both sides at the Malto children or anonymously spread such info around town to sew discontent with the townsfolk. 'These are the people who you consider heroes. Who you see as family and friends. Or should these tragedies be forgotten?'

Do a Baxter Stockman where you frequently see him try to fix the Energon poisoning than just simple dialogue. Even have testing on organic subjects to see how they react and find ways to counter it. Don't keep these key points as simple dialogue. *

I don't think Karen needs much changes either. 'But her taking over Cybertron doesn't make sense!' It actually does for one reason: hubris. Have you ever seen what happens when you give a control freak power? Their behavior becomes more erratic as they begin to think they deserve more. She is xenophobic in nature so imprisoning Decepticons and ordering around the Autobots is a drug to her.

Karen wants to treat them like slaves so the next step in her mind is Cybertron. Her death is well deserved and well played. Just like Icarus, the bitch flew too close to the sun.

I think the last major issue, other than out of character racist Shockwave, is the Terrans. No offense but they need a bit less screentime so the rest of the cast can shine. We barely see Alex and there's unclarified issues involving Bumblebee with Arcee if he's uncomfortable around her.

I also want their flaws to be at the forefront. Thrash is the only one who gotten such character development from his encounter with Swindle. We need more of that! Like Hashtag's overreliance on the Internet biting her back as she is forced to use real world skills.

Edit: I accidentally put in Terrans when I really meant Twitch. The screentime for everyone needs to be balanced mainly for the Malto family. Alex alongside the three younger Terrans rarely get involved or their characters further build upon. Twitch needs to get benched more.

Also the Dad Number 2 should really be addressed. Wheeljack was clearly uncomfortable when it been brought up. Plus it is way too fast to even consider such ideas unless you plan to have it addressed properly. Like 'Kid. We barely know each other yet somehow I became a father figure in an instant? It's best not to do that until you truly certain "Dad Number 2" doesn't mean harm or feels comfortable with it.' *

Earthspark clearly has potential but these problems need to be handled better. Addong the deleted scenes help add some clarification but canon needs to present it. We are supposed to get a second season so hopefully some of these are addressed.

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[ijustreallylikepirates]

So for all the people who love disventure camp and think it’s criminally underrated, here is a fanfic of Alenick (Alec x Nick) in Alec’s pov. If you don’t know who the hell these two are or what disventure camp is and you just like enemies to lovers tropes, this is great for you.

A little note before we get started: I wouldn’t say this fanfic is very inappropriate, (SPOILERS) they do make out once and they swear a bit but otherwise there’s nothing too bad. Now I won’t keep you any longer so please enjoy my fanfic and I would really appreciate it if you left a nice comment and liked. Thank you, ily :) <333

I sighed as I pulled into the parking lot of the public library, stopping my car’s engine and staring out the driver’s seat window at the library.

“Just another excruciatingly long day of work.” I yawned and took my glasses off to rub my eyes, then wiped the lenses off and shoved them back on my nose.

I turned my head back to my steering wheel and blinked sleepiness out of my eyes. But that didn’t work. Before I knew it, my eyelids drooped and my forehead dropped down hard onto the wheel. Right onto the horn. The horn let out a painfully loud beep.

I jumped back quickly, my hand over my chest. Now that definitely woke me up. I straightened my glasses and unbuckled my seatbelt. I grabbed my tote bag off the passenger seat, slipped it over my shoulder, and shoved open the car door. I slowly stepped out and took a breath of fresh air. Then I sighed again and pushed the door closed.

But as I tried to walk, something was keeping me back. I looked behind me and saw my bag was stuck inside the car door.

“Aw, great! Just another thing to add to my list of reasons why today is gonna be a bad day.” I pulled on my bag a little, then after it didn’t come out of the car door, I slipped it off my shoulder, grabbed the straps, and pulled with all my might.

The bag immediately flew out of the door, causing me to flop onto the asphalt like I’d been shot. I quickly stood up, grabbed my bag off the ground, and slipped it back over my shoulder. I brushed dirt off my blue vest, then headed towards the library.

As I walked across the parking lot, a blue car came driving right towards me. I quickly turned my head to the car, stopping right in front of it like a deer in headlights.

The driver beeped at me so I stared directly into the windshield. I couldn’t see who the driver was but I stuck up my middle finger at them and shouted, “Fucking moron! Watch where you’re driving!” I walked up the front steps to the library and pushed open the door.

I walked behind the front desk and set my tote bag under the desk, then flopped down in my chair and sighed. I picked my phone out of my pocket and opened up my camera. I flipped it to face me and looked at my exhausted face on the screen. I had large bags under my eyes.

I shoved my phone back in my pocket and leaned down to shuffle around in my bag, then pulled out my current reread, The House In the Cerulean Sea, and flipped it open until I found my bookmark. I set the bookmark on the table, crossed my legs, and started to read.

I was deep into my book when I heard the door open. I paid no attention to it until the door slammed shut and scared me half to death, causing me to drop my book on the floor. As the book toppled, my page was lost. And I don’t even remember what page I was even on!

“Shit,” I mumbled under my breath. “Nothing’s gonna go my way today, huh?” I got out of my chair and onto the floor. I picked up my book and went to stand back up but I banged my head on the table.

I stood back up, rubbing my head. “Fu-” I stopped myself as I saw a woman and a little girl standing at the desk. “-dgesicles. Fudgesicles.” I calmly placed my book on the desk next to the computer and asked the woman, “What can I do for you ladies today?”

“I just wanted to check these books out,” the woman said, placing a copy of The House In the Cerulean Sea on the desk, along with a pile of every Magic Treehouse book.

I took The House In the Cerulean Sea off the desk and scanned it. I smiled at the woman and said, “This is such a good read. I’m currently rereading it for, what, the five-hundredth time?”

The woman laughed and said, “I heard it was really good. Glad to know you liked it.”

My smile grew wider and I started scanning the Magic Treehouse books. “These for you?” I asked the little girl.

She smiled wide and said, “Yeah! I’m really excited to read them!”

The woman giggled and said, “She’s such an avid reader.”

“Just like me when I was a kid. I read the whole Harry Potter series in 1 month when I was 12.”

The woman raised her eyebrows in surprise. “That’s shocking. Not even I could do that.”

“I just can’t go a day without a good book to dive into. I’m so glad that the youth still likes reading. I looked at the little girl with a warm smile on my face. “I’m sure you’ll be a great reader as you get older.”

The little girl just smiled wide and clapped her hands together. I looked back at the woman and asked, “Can I have your card?”

The woman dug around in her coat pocket, then pulled out a red library card and handed it to me. I took it diligently and scanned it for her. I typed something down on my computer, then handed her a date due slip. “Make sure to bring the books back by this date.” I stacked The House In the Cerulean Sea on top of the Magic Treehouse books and pushed the pile to the woman. “Have a nice day.”

The woman took the stack of books off the desk and said, “Thank you. Have a nice day.” The little girl stayed close to her mom’s side as they walked out the door.

I sighed, picked up my book, and tried to find my page. “My day’s already going terrible so that’s off the market.” As I flipped through the pages I couldn’t help but think… that little girl kind of reminded me of…

No. I can’t bring her back to my mind. I just can’t think of Fiore on my already terrible day. We’d had a father-daughter relationship, yet she’d still betrayed me.

I found my page and started reading where I left off. I barely got through a sentence when I heard my boss’s voice behind me, “Alec, take your nose out of that book for a second. I just hired a new guy to help you behind the front desk.”

I put my bookmark in between the pages and said, “I don’t need any help. I can do my job perfectly.” I crossed my legs and turned my chair around. I gasped as I saw the guy standing next to my boss.

He was a face I knew all too well, a face I couldn’t stand to look at. Blonde hair, goatee, cyan eyes, wearing a business casual suit and fedora.

I rolled my eyes. “Ugh. Nick. You’re my new…” I looked Nick up and down. “…partner?”

Nick smirked and crossed his arms. “Alec. Great to finally see you again.”

“Stop with the sarcasm. What are you doing in a library? I didn’t know you could read.”

“Oh, haha. Didn’t know you worked here, otherwise I would’ve picked any other library in the city. Oh, and what was it you called me? A… fucking moron?” Nick laughed seductively. “Right back at you old friend.”

“That was you in that car?” I scowled. “Thanks for trying to run me over. I really appreciate that.” I stared at him and held back a gag. “And don’t call me ‘friend.’”

“What? You don’t like that? Would you rather me call you sexyback?”

I flung out of my chair and stood face to face with Nick. “Don’t call me that either.”

Nick smirked and said, “Okay, sexyback.”

I grumbled and balled up my fists. My boss took Nick by the shoulders and pulled him away from me. “Okay, that’s enough. Nick, why don’t you go look around the library, get to know the place? It’s obvious you two already know each other and don’t get along well.” He slapped Nick on the back and said, “Go on then.”

Nick slowly walked out from behind the front desk and disappeared into the bookshelves, his hands in his pockets. I glared at him at he walked away, then groaned and sat back down in my chair. My boss stood in his place for a while in complete silence.

“So how do you guys know each other?” my boss asked, breaking the silence.

“We met on this show, Disventure Camp. Ever heard of it?”

“Nope.”

“Well, it was this show with two teams where both teams would have to compete in various challenges and whichever team lost would vote out someone on their team. Of course there were days where there was no elimination or when a voted out camper would come back but those weren’t frequent. Nick placed 12th, I placed 4th.”

“Wow. 4th was very close. How did you get to 4th?”

“I was kind of evil. I was teamed up with this little girl, Fiore, and we were like an inseparable evil duo. Even without her I would’ve been able to place 1st, since I’m so smart I could’ve been able to strategize my way through. If only Fiore hadn’t made an agreement with Miriam and Ellie to vote me out so she could get farther in the game.” I balled my fist at the thought of Fiore, how close we were, how she betrayed me and how angry that made me feel.

“Ok… and what about Nick placing 12th? Why didn’t he do as well as you?”

“Well, nobody really liked him. Safe to say I agree with everybody. He was so stuck up and snarky, always boasting about how much money he had. ‘I’ll pay you if you take my suitcase,’ like shut up already!”

My boss stared at me with concern. “Okay. Alec, why don’t you just take a couple deep breaths and focus on your work? Once you finish your shift, you won’t have to deal with Nick anymore until tomorrow. I’ll just try to keep him away from you, okay?”

I took a deep breath, then nodded and turned my chair back around to face my computer.

~

Eventually, Nick had to come back behind the front desk to actually do some work. I avoided speaking to him as much as I could.

When I would walk by Nick, he could turn his chair around and shout at me, “Hey, sexyback!”

I just rolled my eyes and didn’t say anything. I knew that whatever I tried wasn’t going to make him stop calling me that. So I just ignored it.

Today was just a boring day at work, but at least Nick didn’t bother me so much. My boss probably talked to him about that.

A little before my shift ended, I decided I wanted to tease Nick a little. I took a sticky note off my desk picked a pen out of a cup on my desk, and wrote this down:

‘Dear Nick,

I hate you so much. Please fire yourself from this library and never come back.

With hate,

Alec.’

I looked at the note with a smirk on my face, then got up from my chair and stuck the sticky note next to Nick’s keyboard while he was in the bathroom, then headed to the bathroom myself.

As I was walking there, Nick was walking back. We stared at each other blankly for a second, then continued on.

As I walked back to my desk from the bathroom, Nick surprisingly didn’t turn his chair around to call me ‘sexyback’ with that stupid smirk on his face. I knew why as soon as I got back to my desk.

There was a sticky note stuck to my monitor. I groaned and sat down in my chair, then took the sticky note off my computer.

I read it to myself, then rolled my eyes. It read:

‘Dear Alec,

I hate you even more. I hope you decide you hate reading one day and quit your job.

With love,

Nick’

I crumpled it up into a ball and threw it into my trash can. Then I finished up my work on my computer, packed up my stuff, and left the library.

~

When I got home and looked into my work bag, I saw the note from Nick crumpled up in my bag. I guess I had missed the trash can when I threw it.

I groaned and said, “I don’t need a reminder of Nick.” I took the note out of my bag and threw it into my bedside trash.

~

It had officially been 4 days I had been working with Nick. God, he bothers me so bad.

As I was readying myself for bed, I picked up my journal off my nightstand and turned to a free page. My therapist told me to write down what happened every day and to let off my negative emotions into it every night before bed. He said it would help with letting go of my ‘emotional baggage,’ whatever that meant.

But as I picked up a pencil to start writing, I turned back to reread what Nick had done to me in the past days.

Day 2

I was looking for a book in one of the shelves when I took my glasses off to clean them and accidentally dropped them on the floor. But when I went to pick them up, Nick came up behind me and asked me ‘who I was bending over for.’ So immature.

Day 3

I was rearranging the books in the shelves, and Nick was following me around, unorganizing the shelves as I organized them to mess with me. I didn’t even notice he was doing this until the end of his shift when the boss came to find him. Then I had to rearrange them before my shift ended. Every. Single. Shelf.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. I just can’t stand him. I turned back to my new page and started to write down what had happened today.

Day 4

Nick followed me around all day, talking to me about things I really don’t care about like Star Wars and just calling me sexyback in between every sentence. Eventually I gave out and yelled at him to knock it off. He looked guilty and just walked away. I don’t know why he would look like he was sorry or why he always made an attempt to talk to me every day, or even why he calls me sexyback all the time but it’s a little-

I stopped writing abruptly, then dropped my pencil. I picked up my journal, reread today’s entry, then slammed it shut and got up off my bed. I stormed off to the bathroom and got my toothbrush out of the cabinet.

“No, he can’t like me. That’s weird. We hate each other!” I grabbed my tube of toothpaste and lobbed some on my toothbrush.

“Why would he like me? There’s no way! I don’t even like him! Why should he like me?” I shoved the toothbrush in my mouth, then stared at myself in the mirror blankly.

I let my mind work for a second, then asked myself, “Do I like him?”

I shook my head. “No, I can’t like him! It’s not possible! How would I like him? I mean like, maybe the way he smirks when he calls me sexyback, or like when he follows me around just to talk to me and-”

I looked at myself in the mirror. “God, I do like him!” I finished brushing my teeth and stormed back into my bedroom. I grabbed my book out of my work bag, got in my bed, and pulled the covers over my legs.

But as I opened my book, I couldn’t help but look into the trashcan where Nick’s note was still sitting on the top, completely untouched. I reached down and grabbed it out of the trash.

I uncrumpled it and read it over to myself. To confirm my suspicions of Nick liking me, he did put ‘with love’ on his note while I put ‘with hate.’ Surprisingly I smiled and blushed, then put the note on my bedside table and continued reading.

But as I finished reading, I took that note off the table and traded it out for my bookmark, then shut the book and went to sleep.

~

The next day as soon as I got into work, I rushed behind my desk and pulled a sticky note off the pad, then wrote a quick note to my boss:

‘Boss,

I think I like Nick. Please help.

Confused,

Alec’

I stuck the note on the bulletin board next to his offices and went back to my desk.

Nothing really major happened for the remainder of the morning. It was surprisingly peaceful. The only disturbance was when Nick walked into work and called me sexyback on the way by.

He didn’t bother me for the rest of the morning. Well, until right now.

“Alec.” I jumped as he came up behind me.

I turned my chair around and exclaimed, “You scared me! What do you want now?”

Nick held something up in his hand. Panic rushed through my body. He was holding the sticky note. The one that stated I liked him.

Oh. Shit.

“Did you write this, Alec?”

“Of course not. Someone must’ve staged it.”

“Who would? Nobody else works here besides our boss and he wouldn’t do that. He’s a big sweetheart. So obviously it was you.” Nick paused for a second to walk a little closer to me. “It is true?”

He leaned closer to me.

“Of course it isn’t,” I said, trying not to show the panic on my face.

“Are you sure about that?” Nick asked me, leaning closer to me so that we were face to face.

I stared into his eyes blankly, fear rushing through my body. My face felt so hot, it felt like I was blushing. I could’ve been but there was no way to check right now. There’s no way I was getting out of this, so I gave in. “I really need to work on my poker face, don’t I?” I smirked.

He laughed and said, “A little improvement could work. Otherwise it was pretty solid.”

Before I could say anything, he pressed his lips onto mine. “I knew you’d give into me eventually, sexyback,” Nick said, giving me that stupid smirk of his.

“Oh, shut up, you Brit,” I said, shaking my head.

Nick backed up a little and grabbed my hand. He pulled on my arm and said, “Come on.”

As he pulled me out of my chair I asked him, “Where are you taking me?”

He laughed and said, “Can we make out? Like just for a little bit?”

I raised my eyebrow at him.

“Please, Alec? Just for like 5 minutes?”

I thought about it for a second. “Fine, let’s go.”

Nick laughed and tugged on my arm again. I laughed along with him as he dragged me off to the bathroom.

When we got in the bathroom, he led me into the second stall and locked the door.

I laughed and said, “Why are you acting like someone’s gonna walk in on us?”

“Just in case.”

Before I could say anything, he pushed me against the stall, threw his arms around my neck, and shoved his lips on mine. Honestly, I don’t think I liked kissing anyone more than him.

He pulled away from the kiss and asked, “Do you know why I really came to work here, Alec?”

I shook my head.

“I came to work here because of you.” He poked my chest. “I’ve had feelings for you for a long time and I wanted to see if I could make you feel the same way.”

I chuckled and said, “Well, I guess it worked.”

He laughed, a low attractive laugh.

I blushed, put my hands on his cheeks, and pulled him in for another kiss. He brought one of his hands up my neck and ran his fingers through my hair.

His hands were warm, and his face was utterly cold. He pressed his body up against mine and gripped my neck tighter.

Kissing him was like having an out of body experience. It was so unreal, so astonishing. I just couldn’t believe that it was really Nick I was kissing right now.

I pulled away from Nick. “But Nick, don’t you have a girlfriend?”

He looked off to the side and said, “Yeah, but… I don’t really love her anymore. I love…” He looked up at me.

I blushed and smiled. “You love me?”

Nick nodded slowly, blushing and smirking.

I slowly pulled him in for another kiss and said, “I love you too.”

We continued making out but this little romantic moment would soon end.

Our boss came through the bathroom door shouting, “Alec? Nick? Are you guys in here?”

Nick quickly shoved himself off me, slamming against the other wall of the stall.

The bathroom went silent, then the boss called out, “Hello? Was that you?”

Nick shoved his hands over his mouth to muffle his breathing. I raised an eyebrow at him.

I could see the boss’s feet underneath the stall. I wasn’t panicking at all until the boss stopped dead in his tracks right in front of our stall.

“I can see you two in there! Get out of there!”

Me and Nick stayed as silent as mice. The boss tried to push open the door.

“Alec, open the door please.”

I didn’t say a word. I stared at Nick. He shook his head.

The boss scoffed and said, “Nick?”

I silently pleaded Nick to unlock the door. Nick took his hands off his mouth and mouthed to me ‘Fine.’

He reached out a shaky hand and unlocked the door. The boss gently opened up the door.

He raised an eyebrow and asked, “What were you two doing in here?”

I looked nervously at my feet, blushed, and quickly said, “Nothing.”

At my side, Nick just as quickly said, “Making out.”

I looked up at Nick, blushing even more. “Nick!”

He shrugged and said, “What? I panicked!”

The boss shook his head and said, “And I thought you boys hated each other?”

“It’s a long story,” I said, rubbing my arm.

The boss just shook his head again and said, “Nick, come on. I have something I need you to do for me. Alec, you have work to do.”

The boss started walking away, leaving me and Nick in the stall alone.

Before following the boss, Nick leaned in for one more juicy kiss. “See you later.” He ran off after the boss.

I stood there against the stall, dazed for a second. Then I wiped my mouth and lumbered out of the stall.

As I made my way back to the front desk, the boss was standing there talking to Nick.

As I walked by them, Nick pulled my arm and put a slip of paper in my hand. “Me, you, dinner tonight?”

I unfolded the slip of paper, which had a phone number on it. Nick’s phone number.

I smirked and said, “I’ll call you.”

I walked back to my desk and sat in my chair. I watched as Nick walked off to the other side of the library, his hands in his pockets.

The boss came up behind me and said, “So, Nick, huh?”

“Oh, shut your mouth,” I said, adding Nick’s number onto my phone.

The boss laughed and walked away. And honestly, thinking about all this time I’ve spent with Nick, I really meant it. I did love him.

The End!!!

I hope you enjoyed my fanfic! I enjoyed writing it and I think it turned out really nice. What do you guys think? Drop your thoughts in the comments and if you want, like the fanfic. Thank you pookies!!! <3333

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Call On Me

Pairings: Idris Elba x Black!Reader

Word Count: 1523

Warnings: Exhibitionism, Fellatio, Choking

BBJ Masterlist

“C’mon angel, put it in all the way.”

“Idris, it wont fit and I’m not about to make it either.”

“Just let me help you push it in, you’re not doing it right.”

“No, cause then it’ll stretch.”

“It’s elastic, so it’ll snap back.”

“We’re still here daddy, I can just get another size as opposed to destroying this one.”

“I mean if you want your jeans to fit like sweatpants, then go for it.”

“You’re so dramatic, it simply doesn’t fit, and you’ll love me either way; sweat pants or not.”

“I mean yeah, of course but it’s drip or drown; and if you're gonna be with me, then you’ve got to be drippin.”

Sometimes it’s best to ignore him. God knows I love my boyfriend, but I can’t with the shit that comes out of his mouth. It’s like somebody teleported him back to 2017 and he’s readjusting to the present life. 

Albeit fashion is a big deal to Idris, I’ll give him that. But I, for one, value comfort over everything. It’s just one of those things we’ve come to meet in the middle about, though he’ll still try and rearrange my wardrobe if given the chance. 

“Idris, can you add this to the ‘maybe’ pile in the corner please?”

Taking the pants from me, he neatly hangs it up in the corner of the room, uttering how even tho my clothes aren’t dripping, he can be.

“Oh my goodness,” I laugh. “Really? Tell me you’re joking.”

“Now why would I do that mhmm? In fact I remember a time when stargazing in public was on both of our bucket lists.”

“Yes, in the car or under a moonlit beach not the damn mall,” I gushed. “Idris nothing about this says private.”

“Is that not the point of PUBLIC stargazing,” he enunciated.

Ahh yes, stargazing - an act in which one can observe the many stars of the galaxy sometimes as a hobby or sometimes for scientific research. Of course our star gazing meant something vastly different. Even though we didn’t need a telescope to see them, there was still that warm and fuzzy feeling when they did appear. 

You see Idris and I have a thing for code words. It’s used mostly when gossiping about people or situations. But recently it's become a fun new way for us to describe sexy times in front of others. 

How real would it be to blurt out amongst your friends that you just want to take your lover home and become one with the sheets? I’m sure they’d understand but I’m not tryna let people know every time I want my back blown out. So instead we came up with a way to state our intentions without having to dance around certain words. 

For example, Sunday dinners with the family goes something along the lines of 'do you want to go stargazing afterward?' Similarly to how it's socially acceptable to tell your loved ones that you and your partner are trying for a baby but not that their pussy turns into a mini day care every night; except our family hasn’t quite caught onto the the fact that neither of us so much as own a telescope; though I fear it’s only a matter of time until they do. 

I’m not as sexually daring as Idris but I refuse to punk out of this. He thinks that I’ll back out of stargazing simply because we’re in a public place where people can hear us? Let's be clear, I absolutely would, but the way my competitive nature is set up, I’ll stargaze with him. Shit, he better be ready to see the milky way too, cause I’ll be damned if I don’t make him cry for me. 

“You know what daddy, drop em,” I demanded, chin pointing toward his pants. “Gone ahead and give me something shiny to see.”

To say that he was shocked would be an understatement, bug eyed and eager as he runs his tongue across those juicy lips. He doesn’t let that falter him for long and makes quick work of the buckle of his pants. And my God if that action isn’t my personal little aphrodisiac. 

Knees hitting the floor, I watch in awe as his dick springs free, pre cum slowly dribbling from the tip. 

“You this wet already for me?” I tease. “Tell me exactly how you want it.”

“Use your mouth.”

“Nuh uh, use your words,” I insist. 

“Start by getting the tip nice and drenched for me angel,” Idris lamented. 

Inching closer to the head, I open my mouth and spit on it, watching intently as it trails down to the floor. 

“Now what?”

Smirking, he asks me to drain his balls entirely and I work on doing just that. 

Gathering the tip of his penis in my mouth,  I use the wetness to help me suction him. Cheeks hallowed and teeth tucked, I make sure to maximize on his sensitivity; tongue twirling around that mini slit lined at the head. 

His thighs quake ever so slightly, which only pushes me to suck in earnest, making sure to keep the tip nestled against my tongue. 

Fingers cradled behind me, I lock them together, opting instead for hands free head so I can really talk my shit once we’re done. 

Deciding it’s time to show some love to the rest of his lengthy member, I slow my ministrations and softly run my tongue along his shaft; tracing each thick and hardened vein - starstruck at Idris’ skin, a rich shade of chestnut. 

This part always gives me some trouble, but I’m willing to sacrifice a little comfort if it means I can hear him sing for me; and quite frankly he’s not doing enough of it. 

Bobbing my head steadily, it takes a minute for me to gain some traction, mouth now sliding along his dick with ease. His hips start a slow thrust and I bounce my head a little quicker, twisting from side to side as I do so. 

Finally, it’s drenched enough for me to take the entirety of him, stopping only when I reach the base of his shaft. His dick is properly lodged down my throat and I do everything I can to breathe through my nose, slight gagging noises making its way past my lips. 

As quiet as he tries to be, the harsh hissing that meets my ear encourages me to make quick work of him, bobbing in short, rapid successions, listening intently as his groans turn into quiet moans. 

Face planted against his coily pubes, they’re trimmed to perfection, the tropical notes of his coconut body wash lingering inside my nose. The deep, onyx color glistens with a mixture of precum and spit, similar to that of stars littered against the never ending black hole of space, as they softly tickle my cheeks.

Dislodging him completely to take a much needed breath, the cool air feels icy against my drool ridden chin. Tears brimmed at my eyes and pussy clenching against fabric, this dressing room is fixing to see way more than just changing of the clothes. 

“You wanna cum?” I taunted. “Make those pretty noises for me and I just might let you.”

Dick jumping in anticipation, I decide to head down south and give a little love to the overlooked - his ball sac. 

Slurping them in my mouth, I swish them around, mapping over the textured skin. His girthy member sits on my forehead, wet and dripping; adding to the soaked mess down under. 

I get a light hum in return and suction him to a the very fine line of pleasure and pain. A breathy moan follows and his hand soon finds itself planted at the root of my scalp. 

Thankfully he cant see the smirk that lines my lips and I give his balls a few more swirls before I set them free with a loud pop. 

“Haaaah”, is the desperate whine that I hear above me, but somehow I need more. 

Dick once again at the bottom of my throat I remove it until I get to the very tip and slam it back down again. 

“Just like that daddy, keep it up and I can make it real good for you.” 

*slurp*

“What’s my name? Huh? Let these bitches know who’s making you quiver like the slut you are.”

*slurp*

“C’mon and cum for me like I know you can, Idris.”

The fingers once tangled in my hair soon find themselves wrapped around my throat, squeezing me with just enough pressure to remind me how little control I actually have here. And while it was fun while it lasted, feminism doesn't exist with his hand around my neck. 

“Open wide for me angel.”

Tongue slithering past my teeth, I lay it flat for a full display, watching intently as he jerks himself to the finish line and in my mouth. 

He shouts his release, a little higher in pitch than I expected, chanting my name like the prayer it is. 

“Now close your mouth and swallow like I know you can,” he grunted. 

#Emmy Writes #Emmy Tries #My Drabbles #Black Boy Joy #Idris Elba x Black Reader #Idris Elba x Black!Fem!Reader #Idris Elba #Black Reader #Black!Fem!Reader #Dressing Room Shenanigans

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Wanna Bet? 1/2 (Johnny Storm x model!reader)

Summary: You were a midsized model in New York City and Johnny has taken a liking to you. But you thought it was a sick fetish he had and Johnny was more than happy to prove him otherwise.

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, mature themes (grinding, allusions to sex), MINORS DNI, reader is black

—

You half listened to your girls gossiping about who they took home the other night as the group of you walked out of the photographer’s studio.

You look to where Johnny is normally parked as he waited for your photoshoot was over.

Your gaze fell to Johnny leaning against his crimson red Corvette, pushing his shades up the bridge of his nose. His black leather jacket hugged his frame nicely.

He smiled at you but you could tell something was wrong.

You left the girls to talk among themselves, tightening your grip on your bag when you neared Johnny.

“What happened to going out to lunch, Y/N?” One of them calls after you. “Raincheck,” you said over your shoulder. “That’s what she said last time,” she said under her breath.

“He’s going to break her heart,” her sister said in disbelief. “I know. But she’s just going to have to find out for herself,”

Your eye brows knit together when you noticed blue and purple streaks peeking out from behind his shades.

“Hey sweetheart,” he greets and you hum in response, crossing your arms. You reached for his shades and he let you take them off, wincing when the side grazes against the sensitive skin.

“What the hell happened to your face, Johnny?”

“Awe, you worried about me? I knew you cared.” He teases, but you weren’t laughing. His left eyelid was starting to bruise but it wasn’t to the point of swelling. Not yet anyway.

“Tell me what happened,” you prod. He sighs, gently taking the glasses from your hands and clipped them on his shirt.

There were some guys talking about you at the bar. And I didn’t like what they had to say, alright?”

“Well, what did they say?” He kicks off the curb and opened the passenger’s side door. “Come one. Let me take you home.” “I can’t. My driver is waiting for me.”

“I told the driver to take the day off. He happily agreed.” He says in amusement. “Johnny,” you scold.

He cocks his head to the open door and you signed in defeat, stepping around his large frame to slide into his car.

“Are you going to tell me what they said?” You asked when he piles into driver seat and cuts a guy off when he merges into the highway from the parking lane.

“It doesn’t matter what they said,” “It matters if you fought them over it,”

“They said commented about my weight, didn’t they? Do people not get that modeling agencies purposely hired midsized women and plus sized women. It’s not like we were shooed in or something. We have to earn that shit,” you add, looking out of the window.

“It was something like that, yeah.” Pulling your eyes from the window, you looked at his bruising cheek.

He held your gaze for a moment before returning his attention back to the road. He clenches his jawline as he concentrates on crossing over to the left lane to make a turn.

You stare at his plump lips for a moment. There were countless times you’d envision what kissing him would feel like.

Had he not been Johnny Storm, things would have been entirely different.

“And why would you do that? You realize that if word gets out that you defended me, people will start to-“ “I stopped care what people think a long time ago, Y/N.”

“So you don’t care if the media spins that we’re a couple?” “The media can think what they think,” he says with a shrug.

“Are you okay?” “Emotionally? I’ve had better days.” “You’re insufferable, Johnny.” You said with an eye roll and he chuckles.

“Well if you didn’t make pissing you off so entertaining. I’d stop doing it.”

“No you wouldn’t,” “You’re right. I wouldn’t.” You shook your head but couldn’t help the smile on your face.

He parks in front of your apartment, turning to find you already staring at him. Your eyes concentrate on his bruised kissed cheek.

“I know that look and don’t do that to yourself.” He states.

“I know I can be a bitch. But I never meant for you to get hurt, Johnny.” “I know you didn’t, sweetheart.”

His hand twitched in his lap as he practiced restraint from reaching to touch your face.

“You wanna come inside for a bit?” You offered, his lips parted in surprise. “You sure? You know, I respect your decision not to let me inside.” He negotiates.

“Johnny, we’re adults. I’m sure we can go inside my apartment and have a talk without it leading to sex.”

His cock twitched in his pants at you saying the word sex. God, he was much far gone than he cares to admit.

“You’re right.” He agrees. You opened the door and stepped out on the sidewalk.

Closing the car door, you took your keys out of your bag. Johnny waits behind you close enough to smell your perfume.

Tapping your keycard against the keypad, the two of you walked into the house you were renting.

“Wow,” Johnny says to himself, mesmerized by the high ceilings and crystal chandeliers. He had hoped your massive couch was as comfortable as it looked.

You clicked on the lights to the dining room and the kitchen on the way to your bedroom.

“Let’s order something. Maybe Chinese?” You suggest, setting your bag on the bed.

Johnny whistles before adding, “So this is what modeling will get you, huh?” “I’m glad you like it,” you respond, taking off your earrings and taking off your earrings.

He follows your voice to your bedroom, he nearly groans at the sight of the King bed in the center of the room.

“And they say you can’t make an honest living off of modeling,” he says, leaning against the doorframe.

“Who says that?” You quirked a brow in anticipation. “Bunch of idiots, that’s who.” He says, making the two of you laugh.

He smiles at you when you meet his gaze. You stood a few inches from him. “So, Chinese?” “Chinese works for me.”

“Great let me get my..” you turn to reach for your phone but Johnny catches your hand.

“I know this is wrong, but why does it feel so-” he starts until you interrupt him. “Don’t do that. Don’t make it about feelings or attachment. You just want to fuck me.”

“I don’t just want to fuck you,” he argues. “Oh really? Should I ask the laundry list of women that you’ve slept with in my model agency alone?” You retort, tearing your hand away from him.

“I’m not an idiot, Johnny. I know what this is about.” “If I didn’t care about you, do you think I would speak up for you?”

“I didn’t ask you to do that,” “That’s the point. I wanted to do that.” He closes the gap between you.

“I refuse to be just another notch on your belt. There’s countless women who want you, Johnny.” “I don’t want them. I want you.”

“Like hell you do. I know your track record. You like petite women. Women you can easily pick up and do cute little beach scenes with. I am anything but, and I’m okay with that.”

“So that’s what this is about. You think I’m not attracted to you because you’re curvy?” “No, I know you’re not attracted to me because I’m midsized,”

He stares at you with a blank expression and you narrowed your eyes at him to challenge what you had said.

He takes off his jacket and tossed it on the chair at your desk.

You said his name when he takes a step towards you. Before you could do anything else, he lifts you into his arms without so much of a grunt.

He wraps your legs around his abdomen and looked up at you with an amused smile. You had to hold back a groan threatening to leave your lips when your body pressed against his rock hard chest.

“Is this what you were worried about? Here, let me do you one better.” He slides his hands under your thighs and lifts you higher up his abdomen.

“Johnny,” you said fearfully, squeezing his shoulders. “Relax, sweetheart. I got you.” He said, breathlessly.

With that, he lifts your legs over his shoulders and buries his face against your cunt. You gasped when the tip of his nose nudged your clit.

Warmth spread through your body, your cunt throbbing with arousal. The vibrations of his groans against your core caused a breathlessly moan to leave your lips.

He casually walks towards your bed until his legs touched the base of the bed. Bending at the waist, he gingerly removed his face from you and set you down on your bed.

His tongue darts across his lips as he met your gaze.

You stared at one another in silence, his pink lips parted to let out a few a deep breaths.

“Sorry if I overstepped,” he tells you, grabbing his jacket and leaving the room.

As if your legs had a mind of their own, you rushed after him. “Johnny wait,” to your surprise, he was waiting in the hallway just before he reached the stairs.

You nearly run into his back, wrapping your arms around his body so he didn’t fall down the stairs.

He turns around in your arms and you quickly let go to take a few steps back.

He closes the gap between you and reached for your face but you press your hands to his chest to stop him.

“I have some conditions.” Your voice grew shaky the longer you held his seducing gaze. He needed you and you could feel it.

“I’m fine with this being a one time thing.” You start. “It won’t be a one time thing,” he says, walking you back into the bedroom.

“And I’m also fine with having no strings attached,”

Once the back of your knees hits the bed, you laid down with your arms holding you up. He tosses the jacket on the floor and kicked off his shoes.

You almost felt ashamed from how fast you spread your legs when he climbed over you.

Almost.

Your back arched when his painfully hard cock presses against your clit, putting more and more pressure every second.

He watches your squirm underneath him, begging for more friction.

“Oh there’ll definitely be strings attached,” he mutters, taking your bottom lip between his teeth.

#black!reader #midsized!reader #johnny storm x reader #johnny storm x black!reader #chris evans

[witchconnectingdotes]

✿｡PAC : Why do people fall in love with you ｡✿

Hello everyone ✿ !! How are you guys doing? Personally I have been doing just fine. Happy Eid to all the Muslim people celebrating it I hope you all had a great time.

Since I just got out of school I decided to get back to this account and retry this pick a card thingy (it's my second so far) because I find it to be really entertaining !

Keep in my that this is a general reading for entertainment purposes only, take what resonates leave what doesn't of course, if you want a personal reading hit my ask box I am reopening my free readings ^^ !

Without further due here are the piles :

Pile 1

Hello Pile one, welcome to your reading! Let me start off by saying that you guys have options. That message is loud and clear, and most of you know you do. This pile also feels like the pile of people who have a social media following or are very active on social media/ their community. You people know that you are the shit and no one can tell you otherwise. People love that in you, they can see how much love you have for yourselves and that you know your worth, and at the same time you are playful and fun.

When I think of you I have the word royalty in mind. You guys are quick to cut out people who are not up to your standards and you tend to treat people fairly. As I said you might be the pile who has a lot of suitors but that doesn't make you a player, quite the contrary you might be the type to only and exclusively focus on your love interest despite having other people begging for your attention. You guys are very selective with who you give your attention to and that makes your lover feel extremely special.

Your intelligence is also very attractive, people love how well read  and articulate you are, it adds to your air of confidence and majesty. Your lovers are in awe of having such a diamond.

Literal bad bitches keep it up !!

I just want to say as a note that for a first pull your energy was just wow I aspire to be as confident and hot as you pile 1

Song : Sure Thing - Miguel

Pile 2

Hello Pile two, welcome to your reading! So this pile's message came clearly too. This is the life lover material pile. People fall in love with how tranformative your energy is, your love brings healing and peace to your lover when they treat you right but it also brings chaos when there is healing that needs to be done. Your energy is not for the weak let me tell you that lmao. But I can tell you that your love is very strong.

Your love feels like a divine union to them. People might see you and think we're meant to be together, you are the one I want to be with forever. Your energy feels stable and unstable at the same time because I feel like you can be a very devoted lover but that doesn't mean you don't want your partner to evolve and grow. You triggrer in them the desire to change and heal, you trigger your lovers' growth.

You can also be the kind of person who doesn't surround themselves with a ton of people, you might appear alone in a crowded room and that draws your lovers in, they discover that under your colder exterior or more aloof exterior there is a very loving and giving person. People can tell you that you don't talk a lot put that just makes them want to know what in lying under your calmness. They want to read your mind.

Song : Lotus Flower Bomb - Wale

Pile 3

Hello Pile three, welcome to your reading! I am going to be honest, I had more difficulty with this pile because I feel like some of you tend to attract disappointing lovers. You guys are often seen as very feisty and exciting, you might be a flirt, some see you as a temptation even, but many of the people who come talk to you fail to understand that you guys can have a more traditional view of relationships. You want commitment yet attract those who aren't capable of providing it. Which can create a sense of frustration in the relationship.

I think it's a bit weird from the people who come to you but most are imediately sexually attracted to you. You guys have very focused minds especially in conflicts, you tend to know exactly what to say, and it sounds weird but people love that, they love to create tension between you two, I am sorry it's a very bizarre energy.

Those lovers tend to look back at you and feel a sense of incompletion, they feel as though they took you for granted, which I think they did to be honest, they themselves feel incomplete, they go to you hoping that you will fill the void or be the missing part in their puzzle. You appear to have your shit together and can fix their lives or at least give them a great time but you are worth more than that.

I really want to tell you guys that you are enough, you are great and lovable, you don't need those kinds of people in your life.

Song : Love - Keyshia Cole

Pile 4 

Hello Pile four, welcome to your reading! For you guys I think people fall in love with trying to figure you out. They like the challenge that comes with learning who you are. And I think for most you really test your lovers, you are the kind of person who won’t shy away from giving someone the silent treatment if they wrong you. I don’t know why I hear that they know you can leave them eventually? or they already see you leaving?

There is something that makes them feel like they can’t fully trust you, you might attract people with an anxious attachment style, and they are scared of you leaving at some point. They might think that you are strategic and discrete when it comes to achieving your goals. you also appear to be a very goal oriented person.

Most of your lovers see great potential in you and can see that you are the type of person who isn’t afraid of changing to plan B if plan A isn’t working. They admire your way of handling crisis and difficulty and would try to overcome everything to get to you.

Song : Clouded - Brent Fayez

Pile 5

Hello Pile five, welcome to your reading! Hey heartbreakers, how are you doing?;)?

Most people fall in love with how you break their hearts lmao. I think for most of you people

your suitors think they can depend on you, you might appear dependable. People have this idea on their mind that you are going to be someone they can get attached to but you refuse their codependency. Those people might get addicted to your energy even, it’s weird but your lack of commitment drives them mad?

Some people really think that they can “have you”? And I mean in the way of always being able to rely on you and come back to you whenever they want, but you don’t follow through with the script they made. You are not the one to stay and wait for someone to come back to everytime they feel like it. You seperate from those who project their expectation onto you and leave them hurt.

Girlboss lmao 

Song : Wet Dreams - J Cole

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[oh-katsuki]

callie baby do u have any spare thoughts on our lord and saviour satoru gojo on this fine Thursday?

AALI! im late getting to this bc i had friends in town but HI i love u <3

lately i have been plagued thinking about doing a test of courage with satoru. the two of you decide to slip into an abandoned building one weekend, along with the rest of your friends. you creep through the creepy old building with him beside you, trailing behind the rest of the group and holding a shitty flashlight that hardly provides any light.

you can feel the adrenaline creeping into your bloodstream with every unfamiliar sound, n satoru deliberately makes sudden noises when he walks to watch the way you jump out of your skin. the whole thing just freaks you out. you've never been one for these types of things, truthfully. it was shoko's idea in the first place, you just tagged along because satoru had asked you to come.

at some point, when the group has rounded a corner in front of you and disappeared from sight, you ask satoru a question to help quell your nerves. when he doesn't answer, you whip around to realize that he's no longer beside you and you're alone in this dark, somewhat disgusting hallway.

you peer at every piece of dust covered debris, shining the light on piles of rubble and trash that look suspicious in the dark. the light shakes slightly as you call out to him, the voices of the rest of your friends receding deeper into the building as you leave them behind. you take careful steps, like the floor will give out under you.

"satoru?" you call. "come on! this isn't funny!"

no response. your voice echoes eerily through the empty hallway.

"please just come out," you say again, trying to sound brave. "I really don't like this!"

no response again, but there is a shuffle from a dark corner ahead and to the left. a small indent in the wall that leads to a door that's been rusted shut. the light in your hand dies out as if on cue and you call again for satoru, creeping toward the sound.

"is that you, satoru?" you squeak out, trying your best to make out any figures waiting for you in the nook.

then, there's a stomp and a figure closes the foot of distance between you and the corner, pulling you into it with two strong hands on your shoulders. you squeal, startled out of your skin as you're pushed against the wall.

in front of you, you can make out the white glow of satoru's hair and his distinctive laugh bubbles up from in front of you. you hit him in the chest with a light slap.

"you fucking asshole," you exhale, calming down. "you scared me. don't do that shit again."

"aw, but it was so fun," he says lightly.

"not for me," you huff.

satoru doesn't respond and with the adrenaline still in your limbs, you tremble slightly. you can tell that he's looking out you, barely able to make out his features in the dark. it distorts his smile, makes him look uncanny and creepy. you shift a little as he keeps you pinned against the wall, barely an inch between the two of you. his breath fans across your face.

"satoru?"

he says nothing, just looks at you with what you think is his signature smile. fear bubbles in your chest again.

"you're scaring me," you say again.

you feel his knee press between your legs, resting against the warmth of your core.

"say something."

your breath comes quickly, heart pounding in your chest because in this light, satoru looks like he's barely human. you can make out only the slight impression of his face, the whites of his eyes and teeth standing out the most. he looks like he's hungry. his knee adds pressure to your core.

"satoru," your voice comes out small.

he leans in close to you, his breath fanning out against your face. then, he moves his head quickly so that his mouth is on your neck and you squeak out in surprise. his teeth graze your skin and you're sure that he can feel your quick pulse against his lips.

"you're too easy," he mutters into your neck, dragging his mouth against your neck until he reaches your lips.

superficial fear pounds in your throat and you hardly have a moment to collect yourself before he's putting his mouth to yours and taking you by the hips, holding you against the pressure of his knee. you exhale shakily against him and kiss him back, letting his tongue snake its way into your mouth in the dark. your hands find their way into his hair and you move your hips slightly over his knee. satoru lets out a hungry, shaky sigh.

you can still vaguely hear the excited squeals of your friends from where they've wandered far away from the both of you. quietly, you make out haibara asking where the two of you have gone, but you pay it absolutely no mind. you're a little busy.

#[ 🏩 – chatting ] #hi aali my beloved <333 #I FEEL OUT OF MY MIND ABOUT THIS IM SO SICK #ive literally been thinking of this NONSTOP since miss bachibabe spoke to me about it #it's been PLAGUING MY MIND #she said that satoru looks at you and says 'who's satoru?' LIKE HOW FUCKED UP IS THAT????? #tw: fear play #[ ☎️ – frequent callers ]

[thebluestbluewords]

anti-Valentine’s Valentine’s date

I tried SO HARD to write the adorable Jal prompt that I received for Jalentines day, and instead of cute all my brain wanted to write was angst. Set in approximately D2, it’s a 3k lead-in to a longer Jal fic that I’m probably not going to finish writing.

*

Mal kicks the door of the boy's dorm open with the heel of the stupid, impractical strappy sandals she's been wearing since before dinner. 

Or at least, that's what she tries to do. Instead, because her life is a curse and the very existence of high heels is a prison, the delicate silver heel of the shoe that Evie spent hours sourcing for her snaps off. 

Great. Perfect. This is just how she wanted the night to go. 

Mal pounds on the door with her fist instead. "Open up! I brought misery and disdain for the institution of love!" 

A thump. "And chocolate?" 

"No, I didn't steal any chocolate at all from my date with the king of Auradon," Mal says, as sarcastically as she can manage with one shoe on and the other broken to pieces in her hands. "Just let me in already." 

The door pops open. "You're late." Carlos informs her. "Evie already went back to your room." 

Wonderful. 

"I don't care," Mal informs him right back, and shoves her purse, which is tiny and lilac and stuffed to the brim with all the chocolate she could fit, into his hands. "I need this princess shit off my body yesterday. I am not cut out for valentine's day, that's what I've learned, and also Ben's going to dump me and I don't care."

"Woah. Uh. Maybe you should care--" 

Mal spins around to glare at him, and Carlos immediately throws his hands up. "I MEAN, your judgement is impeccable and we all hate Ben now!" 

Ugh. 

"I don't hate him," Mal snaps, yanking her earrings out and throwing them sort of in the direction of somebody's dresser. There's still enough empty space on the top for her to recognize it as a dresser, so signs point to it belonging to Carlos. "I hate love. And valentine's day. And dating."

"You said you hated froot loops yesterday." Carlos points out. "Because I took the last of them. So like, I'm gonna take this with a spoonful of salt here. Did your date not go well?" 

Mal rips the pins out of her hair with so much force that one of them flies into the mirror. It doesn’t shatter, which is a fucking shame. She would have liked to make an awful mess. "I hate love, and I'm going to die alone surrounded by the bones of my enemies. No, it did not "go well,”” She stops ripping out pins long enough to add air quotes, which are essential to the dramatic effect of it all. "He asked if I love him back, and I told him, again, that I don't know how to love people, and he made this horrible face and was so kind about the whole thing, and just-- ugh!" 

Carlos is hovering. "I’m…sorry?" 

"I'm sorry we ever came here." Mal spits, yanking her other shoe off and throwing it somewhere in the direction of Jay's shoe pile. "I don't-- I can't be a princess. I hate that I just-- I don't know how to do anything, and I hate when people look at me like I'm supposed to know what I'm doing, and there were all these cameras, and--augh!" 

"Jay's in the shower," Carlos offers. "If you want to bother him about it." 

"I want to hit something," Mal admits. It's not a perfect solution, but she's already feeling a little bit less like her skin is on too tight now that she's got her hair loose and wild around her shoulders and her earrings and stupid, uncomfortable, impractical shoes off. "I think-- d'you want to spar with us?" 

"Can't. Homework." Carlos gestures to the textbooks he's got spread out on the neater one of the boys’ beds. "I've got a test tomorrow and if I fail I'll have to retake the class." 

Mal leans over so she can see the textbooks. It looks like history, maybe. Something with a lot of dense text and no visible math problems. "I can't imagine you failing any test, furball." she says, meaning it. How well they thrived on the isle of the lost isn't a perfect gauge for how well they're doing in Auradon, but school is school no matter where they are, and Mal can't remember her little nerd ever failing a test.

 Carlos goes even tenser at her attempt at reassurance. "First time for everything." 

"Still, you failing?" Mal scoffs. "We're in Auradon, not Wonderland. Not everything is upside down and inside out and topsy-turvy. Or whatever Allie’s sayings are.. You'll be fine." 

"I'll be better if I study. Sorry. No sparring for me tonight." 

Ugh. Mal rips another pin out of her hair and throws it towards the mirror with the others. "Suit yourself. I'm going to go bother Jay into letting me beat the shit out of him."

Carlos flashes her a little half smile. "Have fun."

“Oh, I will,” Mal assures him, and spins around to go invade the sanctity of the boy’s showers. 

The short, barefoot walk down the hallway to the boy's bathrooms gives Mal critical time to think about her plan of attack. She's wicked and awful, naturally, but she's also not especially interested in getting shouted at by a teacher for being out of bed and in the boy's showers tonight. She's had enough of being shouted at by adults who think they know better than her. She's not some Auradon girl to be controlled, so she's simply not going to get caught. 

Which means she's going back to the boys room. 

At least she'll remember to grab some different shoes this time. 

"Fuck off, Mal," Carlos calls through the door when she knocks a second time. "You can't steal my shoes." 

"I can steal whatever I want, actually," Mal corrects him, opening the door and barging in, as is her right as their fearless leader. She is Mal of the Isle, and she's not a prize to be won or a princess to be wooed. She's going to steal whatever shoes she likes. "Jay's shoes don't fit me right." 

Carlos throws a pen at her. "Neither do mine, you're just delusional about the size of your own feet. At least take my sneakers if you're going sparring. I hate when we have to dig out the poison kit after hours." 

Mal sticks her tongue out at him. Her shoes are all perfect, and she's also perfectly aware of the size of her feet, which are currently half a shoe size smaller than the one Carlos wears.  As such, their shared approximate size gives her the right to steal his shoes whenever the princess ones she's been dressed in are too much for her to manage, physically or mentally. . "I'm taking the ones with spikes." 

"Are not." 

"Are so," Mal says, diving under the bed to where he keeps all four pairs of his shoes lined up. "I'm going to add more spikes while you're not looking. Poison-tipped ones. Razor-sharp." 

"Use porcupine quills, they're barbed." Carlos says helpfully, making absolutely no motion to get up and defend his shoes.

Mal shoves aside the fallen textbook, grabs the hoodie shoved under the bed for later, and ah. There’s her prize.  Boots (with spikes), dress shoes, cleats (more spikes), and there at the end, sneakers. 

"Fishhooks," Mal suggests. "The giant ones that rip holes when they come out. And I'll dip them in bleach powder so it burns the whole time they're inside." 

Carlos shudders. "Gross." 

"You're gross," Mal rips her dress over her head, and does not wince at the popping noise the shoulder seam makes. Evie can fix it again later, or they can burn it. Whichever. "I'm taking your clothes too."

"Wash the bloodstains out before you put them back." 

Shirt. Pants. Hoodie. Sneakers. 

Ill-gotten disguise on, Mal flashes him a thumbs up on her way back out the door. 

“Hey,” Mal calls out, keeping her voice intentionally low. She’s got the hood of Carlos’s stolen hoodie pulled up over her hair, and she’s relying on the sight of a familiar size-shape-color-scheme to deter anyone from looking too closely at her. Not that there’s many students around the boy’s bathroom at 9pm on Valentine’s night, but still. She’s not exactly looking to get caught. “Jaybird?” 

There’s no noise in the bathroom except for the irregular drip of a shower head that hasn’t been turned off quite hard enough. All the money in the world, and Auradon Prep still doesn’t have showers that actually work how they’re supposed to. 

It’s ridiculous. If Mal were in charge of the school budget she’d be putting all the money into showers. A hot shower and a  fireplace in every dorm, so that none of the students have to feel cold if they don’t want. That’s the budget priorities Mal would have. Warmth, and then food. The dining hall could stand to leave leftovers out longer after meals. 

…princesses don’t think about food. She’s been around Evie long enough to know that one. Princesses are tiny and perfect without even trying. Princesses eat salad and fruit and don’t order fries with anything. Princesses are the sort of people the king is supposed to be dating, and Mal is never, ever going to become that sort of person. 

“Mal?” 

Mal does not jump. She just— startles. Just a little. “Hey.”

There’s a smile playing at the corner of Jay’s mouth. “Hey yourself. I thought you’d be out with Ben still.” 

“You know price charming,” Mal waves a hand. “Had to have me home by midnight or else he was afraid I’d turn into a pumpkin.” 

“It’s nine thirty.” 

“Localized curse. The younger you are, the earlier it thinks you should be home. We picked nine, just to be safe.” 

“You can just say you had a bad date, killer,” Jay says. “I’ll be your alibi. You need a shovel?” 

Mal snorts. “It didn’t go that badly, give me some credit. I just freaked out when he started talking about love. While we were on a date to talk about love.” 

Fuck. 

A lot more of the evening makes sense when she frames it that way. None of the bullshit they’ve found online talks about dating the king of the entire country, but there’s a lot of website with mind-numbing names like psychology today and buzzbees news that make it very clear how important Auradon brats think nonverbal communication is. 

She went on a date. On Valentine’s Day. 

With Ben. 

“…Killer?” 

Focus. 

“Fuck off.” Mal snaps reflexively. “I’m fine. Just. Plotting.” 

Jay dodges around her for a pile of fabric, which reveals itself to be his Auradon-blue team hoodie. “You wanna plot somewhere a little better?” 

“What I want is to go home, but I’m not going to get that,” Mal says thoughtfully. “I was going to ask you to spar with me, but if you’ve got any better ideas I’m open to hearing them.” 

“Breaking and entering.” Jay says immediately. “We should blow this place. There’s that all-ages club in town—”

“If I have to touch another human being I’m going to scream.” 

Jay touches her arm deliberately, a sustained pressure that doesn’t even read as touch, just comfort. Mal drinks it in like he’s pouring the comfort directly onto all the jagged, awful pieces of her soul. “I’m not a human being?” 

“Shut up. You’re mine, it’s different.” 

“You’re mine, then.” 

There’s a piece of her heart that fits perfectly again the broken edges of his. Mal couldn’t let go of Jay if she tried, not for anything in the world. Not for her mother breathing fire at them, not for Fairy Godmother insisting that it’ll be good for them to make other friends, and not for a stupid holiday that says she’s only supposed to be tied to one person, and not even the one holding on to her right now. 

“Sure.” Mal agrees, because she can’t put words to the enormity of feelings she’s experiencing. Villains don’t have feelings, but she’s reformed now, and it’s harder to describe the feelings with words than it is to have them. “We can sneak out, see what trouble we can find.” 

“You’re all the trouble I need, killer.” Jay says, too honest. “I’ll take you out of here whenever you need. Wherever you want.” 

“Sap.” 

“Princess.” 

“Do I look like a princess to you?” Mal leans back to gesture at herself. The sweatshirt she stole isn’t Auradon-blue like Jay’s. It’s an old one, ratty in the way that all their old isle stuff is, and nearly transparent at the elbows. The seams are held together with Evie’s neat machine stitching, but the thread is three different shades of red and grey all mashed together, and there’s a hole in the edge of the hood that’s exposing the soft inside of it. Her sneakers are a size too big, and laced tight to compensate. Her hair is still a mess from the violent undoing that she’d subjected it to, and she can’t be bothered to try and tame it, not when her chest is bursting with feelings that don’t have any place to go except for out of her body, in tears or screams or whatever violence she’s able to inflict that will drive the awful right feeling out. 

“The prettiest princess in all the land,” Jay says, and jumps back before the words are even out of his mouth, out of the range of Mal’s swipe. “C’mon, killer. You’re the fiercest baby dragon I know. Come out with me. We can find trouble somewhere better than this.” 

"You're trouble already," Mal grumbles, but there's no bite to the words. She wants, wholly and completely, to be somewhere else. "The gates are locked for the night, you know." 

"No problem. Besides, you can just say you're on an important errand for the king and get through all the school security." 

"I could," Mal agrees. It's not like she's afraid of a little misplaced power when she can wield it. "But it's more fun to sneak out." 

Jay's grin is a bright flash in the darkness. "Hey, I've got a stupid idea." 

Mal grunts. "Shoot." 

"I could toss you over the fence." 

"The twenty foot fence." 

Jay shrugs. "It's more like twelve feet. At least according to the build specs." 

"Which you came across..." 

"Totally legally. They're in the library, if you know where to look for 'em." 

"You're impossible," Mal sighs. "Okay, once you toss me how are we getting you over?" 

"I'll jump." 

Over the twelve foot fence. "Sure, and when you break your leg falling back down?" 

"You'll magic me back together again. Humpty-dumpty this shit." 

"I don't think you actually know that rhyme."

"I know your rhymes," Jay shoots back. "You've got magic for levitation in the spellbook, yeah?" 

"I don't have the spellbook with me, wise guy." Mal points out. "I'm not even wearing my own shoes right now, what makes you think I memorized magic that'll get us over the fence?" 

Jay's eyes are too bright. She's going to have to use a spell just to hide him, and the magic will burn her out, and they'll get stuck on the wrong side of the fence, and-- that's what she would think, if she were Jane, or someone will less awesome magic powers. She's Mal of the Isle, and she's got this shit under control. 

"Dragon magic," Jay says cheerfully, like it's not late and they're not doing something totally against all of the rules they're supposed to be learning by sneaking out to the city. "I trust you, killer." 

"I could kill you," Mal grumbles, but she raises her hands and lets the magic gather there, blue-green sparks catching on her fingertips as she pulls the spell out from her mind. "Make this boy as light as air, hop the fence without a care." 

The magic falls over Jay in a net of shimmering sparks. They absorb in after a second, but the look suits him. Mal spares a thought for her sketchbook, which is tucked away in her locker with the rest of the books she hasn't had the time to touch in weeks, and the drawing her fingers are itching to make. "You can hop it now. You'll be light enough to jump over the fence with a regular leap." 

"Sweet!" Jay turns and drops to a knee. "Hop on." 

"Piggyback? Seriously?" 

"No better way to hop it together. Unless you'd rather I throw you over."

It's dangerous, and not just physically. Mal's been doing a pretty fucking good job at squashing down the feelings she's not supposed to have for her best friends, but this... 

She's emotionally illiterate, but Jay's offer to take her out tonight is like a picture book. Or one of those furniture instructions that doesn't even have language, just pictures to follow. 

He cares about you, Mal's traitorous brain whispers. More than your boyfriend does. 

Ugh. 

"Don't do anything stupid," Mal says, even as she's the one climbing on. "The spell should be good for a few leaps, but--" 

"Can't hear you, too busy blowing this place!" Jay grunts, pushing them both upright. "Let's fuckin' go--" 

"Don't--" 

"Hup!" 

Well. At least they're on the other side of the fence now, even if they crashed directly into the school holly bush on the landing. 

"Oww," Jay groans. "Might need a little more practice on that spell. I think there's something wrong with your magic assist on the landing." 

Mal yanks a leaf out of her arm. "There is no magic assist, dumbass. I tried to tell you, but somebody decided to go full steam ahead without listening to my warning. We're over now, and that's what matters." 

Jay mumbles something unintelligible. She can only assume it's rude, given the circumstances. Ugh, holly leaves are not the hot new accessory of the season, not even when they're doing a levitation act and sticking with a single thorn into her nose.

 "Speak up or shut up, jaybird." 

"I said--" It's impossible to tell in the darkness, but it looks like he might be blushing. The school grounds are supposed to have automatic lights, but a little wire cutting took care of that for them, and they're sneaking out under cover of darkness tonight. Mal's good at knowing her crew, but she can't be sure. "I, uh, you're important. To me." 

"Don't get mushy on me." 

"I'd never. Just. We're sneaking out together, and I wanted you to know, I'd never commit crimes and misdemeanors with anyone else." 

"Liar." 

Jay flashes her a smile, but he's doing the thing where he's got a hand tangled up in his hair, and it makes him look heart-wrenchingly sincere. "Yeah, but not to you." 

Oh, gods. "Don't go having feelings on me," Mal says, swallowing down the wobble that wants to creep into her voice. "I can't handle it. Not tonight, please." 

Just like that, Jay's posture melts into something different. Not quite his usual confidence, but something closer to normal. "Sure. No feelings. I can do that." 

"I don't--" Mal scrubs a hand over her eyes. "I didn't mean that you can't have feelings, just. I can't be the one to handle them tonight. I'll do whatever you want tomorrow, just-- can we just go be somewhere else tonight? I can't handle all this lovey stuff." 

Jay's shoulders melt even further. Mal can't look him in the eye, she can't, she won't-- 

He's smiling. His hand is so, so warm in hers. "Killer." 

"I'm sorry." 

He shrugs. "Whatever. You're allowed to have a bad night. I'll take you out, we can forget this ever happened tomorrow. Easy." 

"You should have someone better," Mal cries, and the horrible realization that she's crying sets in. "I don't want feelings for you!" 

"shit," Jay whispers, so quietly that Mal is sure she wasn't supposed to hear it at all. "Dragon, we don't have to do feelings like the Auradon brats. You can just be mine, and I can be yours, and we don't have to do any of the mushy shit that's freaking you out. We can just run away." 

"Together." 

"Yeah. Unless you spelled somebody else over the fence while I was distracted." 

Mal wipes the sleeve of her stolen hoodie across her nose. "Ugh, no. I don't use magic for just anybody." 

"See, there you go. I'm honored to be worthy of your magic, your royal evil-ness." 

“Fuck off,” Mal groans, and then before she can lose her nerve she steps close enough to cup his face in her hands. There’s no magic this time, but Jay’s skin is hot and soft under her palms, and it feels like there should be magic between them. “I’m the worst girlfriend in the world, so I won’t ever put you through that. I’m selfish, and I’m flaky, and I can’t say that I love you, and I can’t ever promise that I’ll be able to say it.” 

Jay’s face is a thundercloud. “Did Ben say you needed to say it back?” 

“No, but— Ben’s not here right now. That’s the point. He’s not the person I run to when everything in the world is too much for me to handle. Ben’s sweet and all, but he’s not who I want to be with when I’m upset. Can you imagine what he’d say if I suggested running away from the grounds?” 

“What ho good chap, let me summon a car to escort you from the venerable grounds of our fine institution,” Jay picks up her thread, mocking. “And yeah, I guess when you put it that way, it’s pretty silly to think about Ben taking care of you.” 

Mal sucks in a breath. “Exactly. He’s sweet, but I don’t know how to deal with sweet, and it feels like the pressure of it is killing me. You know how to push back when I’m being a monster, and I don’t know how to fit that into one of the relationship boxes I’m supposed to use here.” 

Jay tips his head into her hands. “We could make our own box.” 

“We could.” 

“I wouldn’t ask you to be my girlfriend.” 

Mal leans in. “I know,” she tells the space between Jay’s parted lips. “I know.” 

#my fic #descendants #descendants fic #mal bertha #Jay son of Jafar #carlos de vil #look I have a lot of feelings but they’re all tied up in the complicated nature of being a new student who’s terrified #of being sent back to the isle #and like. I WANT Jal to be cute together #but I think they have to wade through a lot of feelings before they can acknowledge each other and I love them #but they are soooo emotionally incompetent #anyway I am sorry this isn’t the cute Jalentines fic I was trying to write for today #but it’s written and it’s something! #and the name of the game today is writing all the ficlets #quantity not quality babey

[depressed-teacup-inc]

I’m actually screaming about this episode

…so Migration came out! Let’s get this over with, I am going through it right now.

So episode starts, Marinette runs over to Luka gives some lame excuse to talk to him, kinda fucking flirts with him, proceeds to cry about Adrien, has Luka comfort her, victimizes herself crying about how selfish she is to cry to Luka after she treated him like shit (which she did) the show justifies her and she runs off as happy as ever to flirt with Adrien

…so the episode is off to a great start!

Anyways adrien goes and asks Luka for advice about marinette constantly hiding things from him and how he’s scared to love someone that can’t be honest with him (Yknow like how marinette/ladybug have been treating him like shit for 4 seasons?) and Luka is like “it’ll be ok” but also gives Adrien some good advice about figuring himself out and it’s Lukadrien crumbs so I’m not as mad about this conversation

And basically it becomes this montage where everyone (specifically marinette Adrien jagged, who I still don’t forgive PAY YOUR CHILD SUPPORT, and Penny who is into Jagged for whatever reason) all come to Luka for advice and he helps all of them

…CUZ ITS NOT LIKE LUKA CAN EVER NEED HELP WITH ANYTHING NO GUYS HES THE HELER HE WILL HELP EVERYONE AND NEVER GET ANYTHING IN RETURN AND ITS FINE BECAUSE HE CANT HAVE ANY DESIRES OF HIS OWN!!!

But after that, Bob Roth comes in, scans kitty section into writing a contract with him, and threatens to basically just use Luka as a replacement jagged because Jagged’s being too focused on family (which he isn’t but ok)

Blah blah blah, Luka is almost akumatized and Monarch figures out of nowhere that Luka somehow knows the identities of ladybug and chat noir? Like from vague emotions? WHATEVER NOTHING HERE MAKES SENSE, day is saved, contracts are ripped up, and Luka… reveals to Ladybug that he knows who she and Chat Noir are.

Listen. I fucking hated that scene so. much. Luka tells ladybug, and she makes it all about herself (first about how Luka must still be in love with marinette, and then about how awful it is that he knows, cuz it’s not like practically all of Paris knows Alix’ identity and monarch has all the miraculouses and identities of the heroes) and Luka has to comfort her, AGAIN, and Adrien is AGAIN, NEVER INFORMED OF ANY OF THIS UNTIL THE LAST MINUTE OF THIS EPISODE AS A CIVILIAN!!! SO ADD ANOTHER SECRET TO THE PILE OF SECRETS AND LIES THAT THIS BITCH IS CONSTANTLY TOLD, NO WONDER HE IS SCARED OF MARINETTE HIDING SHIT FROM HIM, BECAUSE SHE ALWAYS DID AND ALWAYS WILL TREAT HIM LIKE LESSER THEN!!!

(It’s the way this could have been a genuinely good Lukadrien moment that fleshes out Adrien and Luka’s relationship beyond marinette, and allow Adrien to think about anything outside marinette and reconsider what he wants from a relationship! I will say the fact the show put the entire animation budget of the episode to one look Adrien gives Luka makes me happy)

And the thing is? THERES NO FUCKING REASON FOR LUKA TO LEAVE THE SHOW! The show argues that he needs to leave because Monarch knows he knows who ladybug and chat noir are, BUT ALYA KNOWS WHO LADYBUG IS, MONARCH KNOWS SHE KNOWS, BUT THE SHIW WILL BRUSH THAT ASIDE BECAUSE THEY NEED PEOPLE CONSTANTLY SUPPORTING MARINETTE!

The show is only writing Luka out of the show because he remains a threat to the status quo! He could have easily changed the entire nature of the show if he had a scene with Adrien where they discuss the fact he knows Adrien’s identity, which would turn into a conversation about everything ladybug did and a constant secrets, and force marinette to grow as a person, BUT NOOOOO THAT WOULD IMPLY MARINETTES NOT PERFECT AND ACTUALLY MAKE THE SHOW PROGRESS AND GIVE ADRIEN SOMETHING BEYOND BEING THE LOVE INTEREST TO WORRY ABOUT!!! LETS JUST HAVE LUKA BE FORCED TO LEAVE THE COUNTRY WITH HIS SHIT NEGLECTFUL DAD THAT NEVER PAID CHILD SUPPORT FOR 15 YEARS!!!

(Jagged knows what he did, and I for one don’t forgive the cunt)

It’s so upsetting that the show keeps picking and choosing when to use the identity rule, and it’s only ever to maintain a status quo and have marinette come out on top as the greatest! ITS SHIT WRITING!!!

The only good thing that came out of this episode is the only Lukadrien hug and look from Adrien, and the fact Juleka gets to lead Kitty section now (tho they queerbated us with Julerose, making rose say she loves Juleka, only to quickly list other friends because oh no we can’t have a blunt confirmation in this fucking show can we?)

#miraculous ladybug #mlb fandom #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #luka couffaine #it’s the way this should have been a Lukadrien episode #THEY WOULD HAVE MADE EVERYTHING BETTERRR #ml rants #ml season 5 #me looking at Luka be forced to go with his neglectful dad: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY BOYYYYY

[the-trinket-witch]

Yandere!OC Headcanons (TWST Edition)

So I may be not finding it in my orbit, but for a thought exercise I wanted to explore the toxic sides of my OCs. Thought it would be an interesting character exploration. So I figured I’d try to write headcanons for if any of my OCs went off the Yandere Deep End. (NOTE: I shouldn’t have to but apparently need to preface that writing this is not me condoning said behavior or idealizing it. If you recognize patterns like this in people in your real life, I cannot advise one way or another what you do with that information.) (divider by @/saradika)

Eugenio Hernandez (Yuu):

To preface, Yuu is Ace, but not Aro. Most likely they would be the Toxic bud ya keep around cause their life sounds awful. Nobody wants to be somebody’s 13th reason; you don't wanna add to the pile of 'shit going wrong in their life'/'be another one of those people that leaves'. But when they blow their top, it’s explosive. But even then, they’d still have a ways to go before ever attempting to lay a hand on you. No, they’d rather rant and rave and exhaust themselves with how shit of a hand the world has dealt them. Once they’ve let off steam, they’re all mumbled apologies and cooking dinner to make up for it.

Tidus Rhin:

His yandere extreme would turn him into The Love-B52. His size would be enough to intimidate any into not leaving his smothering, even if he never gives any indication he'd act with it. He'd prefer acting like a kicked puppy at the prospect of you needing space. Don’t you see, though? He’s utterly fascinated with you, adores you, it’s almost fetishistic. The more you pull away, the more he’s going to try lavishing you in any ways he can think of. If that doesn’t dissuade you, maybe if you just take this potion to come under the sea with him and meet his family…Just check first if the potion is permanent or temporary.

Lázaro Muertinez:

This man loves to talk. He loves to serenade you and talk you up just as you do for his music career. But you’d need to be able to pick up and leave at a moment’s notice-fame is something to chase and it doesn’t wait. What are your reservations against coming with him? It doesn’t matter, he’ll find a way around it, for you of course. If you stick to your guns, though, Laz is the yandere that knows how to orchestrate an oh so convenient health scare. If that doesn't dissuade from leaving his side, then comes the silent treatment. He'll completely drop off the planet. No posts on social media, not returning calls, nothing. For a second the idea he might have done something drastic is exactly what he'd be counting on.

Aadesh Sona: 

This snake’s AroAce, but he isn’t above doing most anything to advance his goals. Gaslight, gatekeep, ghost-mode. He’s a psych major, so he knows how to twist his words and drop tidbits of info to confuse and trap you. He’s not being manipulative, you are for daring to get away. But he’ll be able to see the writing on the wall. He’ll back off. Prey is more difficult to catch when it struggles, anyway. And like an actual python, he will have everything poised for when you are in the prime position to strike. What will he do when he gets you back? Well, you and he will just have to sleep on it.

Rajesh Khan: 

As far as yanderes go, He’s the only TWST OC of mine who isn’t above using physical means of keeping a potential partner in line. It’s only reserved, though, for when money can’t buy your happiness and obedience. It’s with that same money that makes him nigh untouchable in court, should you try bringing his aggression to light. It’s both money, and the friends in equally high places that make escape from the tiger’s jaws almost impossible.

Albert Eastwind:

Can one blame him for being the controlling type? Similar to how people headcanon Yan!Jade and Azul, He'll provide everything you need or want. Why would you want to leave? Oh don't say he's smothering, he'll pick up more work to 'offer space' but also stifle the idea of you needing or wanting your own financial independence. But while he may work himself tirelessly to keep your cage gilded and shining, he will have your schedule down to the minute. Any deviation will be met with smiles and polite inquiries, but don’t lie to him. And don’t promise you won’t try escaping again if you’re planning on it; he hates pie crust promises.

#Trinket's Rattlin' Bones #yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere oc #yandere drabble #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #albert eastwind #tidus rhin #eugenio hernandez #aadesh sona #lazaro muertinez #rajesh khan

[fandoms-in-law]

Tropes

Summary: Eddie tries to add Steve as a character in a campaign. His first attempt leaves Steve hurt and upset so he tries to fix it.

/\/\

He was put into a trope.

A friend wrote a story and all he was given was an overdone arrogant trope that claimed men saw no consequences for leaving their loved ones behind only to return again later.

So he'd argued. He'd pointed out how he actually felt like reacting as the scene was described. Imagined further, the later on point he knew was coming where he'd get a reunion and described that too, opened his eyes to see his friend writing down everything he was saying with awe at the feedback and tore the pages out, tore them to pieces.

If he was going to be put into a trope, even in his friends imaginings then he wasn't going to give them the words to make it right, or the ending to the story that would stop him being annoyed. That's for them to figure out and either put in the time to actually consider the real people being used as characters or to create new characters that would fit whatever story he was making.

People aren't literary tools; not real physical people who laugh and cry and could be described for pages without running out of new quirks and views to share. He refused to let his friend, so set on writing a novel, or just a campaign, forget that.

Because it wasn't just him put into a trope.

He was just the one with the least say in how the story went from there as he was the one who wasn't playing the DnD campaign.

/\/\

Eddie stared at the pieces of pages scattered around Steve's dining room after the other had walked out, shoulders tensed and beginning to hunch inwards.

The campaign was meant to be a bit of fun, a way for Steve to be included in their game without pushing him to play but somehow it had gone wrong, wrong enough that even taking notes over how Steve thought his character should act next seemed to have been the wrong choice and he wasn't sure why.

A cough near the doorway made him look over to see Robin there, something guarded in her eyes as she came closer and started brushing the torn pieces into a pile. “That wasn't Steve you were describing. Not my Steve, the guy we've all been hanging out with, so his imaginings won't work for your campaign.” She said quietly, though Eddie had been sure she'd say something about her own character in it all.

“I was trying to include him.” Eddie replied, lost over what else he could say, how he could formulate all the questions and fears now spiralling in his head.

Robin nodded back, “We know. That's why he isn't angry, just hurt. That was the Steve from the kids jokes, or from high school before all the shit started happening. You described an illusion of something he had to be to survive and then made him react in ways everyone knows he would never do. I mean, hell, I'm mad because you made me a fucking librarian to help translate texts and the only scene you include both me and Steve in made us hate each other. But at least you used something of who I actually am there.”

The words echoed in Eddie's mind as he thought through everything he'd seen since properly meeting Steve and now he was deflating into the chair. “I fucked up.”

“Yes, so what are you doing now?” Robin agreed, moving to take the pages away and let him think through things more.

He reached out with one hand to stop her. “Can I keep those? I was basically just copying everything Steve said down so they might help me think through a solution.”

“Sure.”

Eddie didn't see Steve again that evening, tidying up the dining room and leaving quietly trying to think through a solution.

/\/\

It had been three days since the campaign and the kids still joked about Steve's appearance in it. They seemed to take Eddie doing so as legitimising their teasing and got more serious about it.

Eddie hated it.

He'd snapped the first time he heard them make the jokes again, and glared whenever a kid said something that, now he was looking closer, did hurt Steve.

Dealing with that was going to be it's own problem for the more stubborn kids but he'd managed to get Lucas and Will to stop with just a comment or two, and got told off by El and Max for encouraging it in the first place.

Now though Eddie's priority was making his own apology and asking for help in his campaign. He'd got a few ideas and story hooks he thought could be used to either overrule the Steve insert he'd originally used or pull them closer to the man they all knew.

/\/\

He wasn't a trope, or someone to be pushed into tropes.

He was a dozen different characters:

The baker who encouraged the party to keep returning without anything being done to help him.

The librarian's brother in town for a while and stepping in to save the party from a combat too difficult for them to win without it

The cursed prince, betrayed by his family that they could uncover and save

A knight paid to play a role but subtly, slowly changing it

And so many more options that it felt like Eddie must have given up sleep trying to find them all.

He was seen and was multifaceted.

“Can you use two of them?” He asked, looking over the ideas and tugging out the librarian's brother and the paid knight pages.

Eddie grinned, “I think that'll work perfectly.”

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #platonic stobin #platonic steddie #hurt comfort #apologies

[shaunamilfman]

Wanted to share some Random YJ headcannons I have for the girlies.

Shauna:

- Despite not showing it she needs a lot of physical touch, always needs to be next to or holding her s/o in some ways, holding pinkies, grabbing her s/o’s belt loop. Whenever she gives hugs from behind she ALWAYS rests her chin/head on your shoulder.

- BARNES AND NOBLE DATES!!! Reading each other to sleep is a love language, sharing books and leaving notes in the margins for each other, giving recommendations, it’s all so important for her.

Jackie:

- She does in fact have a hoard of stuffed animals on her bed that she loves probably more than her s/o, you will have to sleep with all of them piled around you when you sleep at hers because she says she’ll “Feel bad about putting them on the floor for the night”

- (However if you also have a special stuffed animal she is unnecessarily jealous of it and will take it out of your hands as you sleep and takes its place)

- Legit can think of any excuse to have either of you touch each other “Hey babe can you rub some sunscreen on my shoulders I can’t reach.” “Oh my god you look so tense let me give you a massage” “Is there any way you can help me roll out my leg? It’s soooo sore from practice.”

Van:

- Adores lego sets, her s/o has to physically pull her away from the lego section at target.

- If you guys ever go for walks in the park or on the beach, she will always bring back the “coolest rock/leaf” to give to you

- LOVES ice hockey cause of how violent it is

Nat

- Infuriatingly good at Mario Kart

- Absolutely adores horror movies but she especially loves terrible horror movies, bad plot? terrible acting? Awful monster makeup? that’s her shit.

- Despises winter because she gets cold easily but LOVES snow, she’s absolutely mesmerized when its snowing outside, she’s basically plastered to the window looking outside

Lottie:

- Ma’am cannot regulate her body heat so she will 100% go in for a hug and you’ll jump back cause her hands are FREEZING. She will then attempt to warm her hands by putting them under your shirt.

- Absolutely DESTROYS people in Monopoly and the worst person to play with. No mercy from her at all. She becomes a whole different person.

- Will always scoot over towards you in the night when you’re sleeping so when you wake up her side is completely unoccupied, she is pressed up against you and you are hanging off the edge of the bed.

damn this is some good shit bro. i don't have much to add this is quality work.

i love the idea of like subtly touchy shauna. the belt loop thing is so real. you and Shauna writing back and forth to each other in the margins if the book your both reading??? you both have a specific color pen for it so when you reread you can always tell who said what.

Jackie Taylor def has an army sleeping on her bed that you gotta sleep around. your spooning her while she's spooning a giant fucking stuffed animal. she makes you turn them all face down/away when your fucking her fr. Jackie taking your fav stuffed animal from you so you can hold her instead?? her ass is so petty omg.

ugh van is such a cool rock girl omg. she brings you weirdly shaped leaves and cool shells she finds. you have to have a whole shelf dedicated to her little gifts she brings you.

Nat would kick your ass at Mario kart idk why that's so true. she doesn't buy in to cart strategies either she just full sends it on link. nat and the universal monster movies??

i do HC lottie as always cold. mentioned before that she presses her cold fucking feet against you while yall are sleeping. she has no shame with the hands thing all of your friends think she's coping a feel in front of them the first time she does it. lottie matthews always steals your blankets you wake up shivering with one leg off the bed every night

#soffsh #shauna thoughts 💙 #jackie thoughts 🩷 #lottie thoughts 💜 #nat thoughts 🖤 #van thoughts 🧡

[streets-in-paradise]

Birthday Wishes

Requested by @losersclubisms​

Masterlist

Word Count 2.5K

Characters: Andy Barclay (main), Junior Wheeler (main), Jake Wheeler (main), Kyle Simpson, Karen Barclay, Glen Ray Tilly, Nica Pierce, Glenda Ray Tilly, Devon Evans, Lexy Cross. 

Relationships: Barclay Wheeler Family AU ( AU where Andy adopts Jake and Junior), some implicit Andy x Nica. 

Warnings: No proofreading. Birthday fic, AU ( canon? what’s canon?), Andy being a parental figure for the Wheeler boys. They call him mom sometimes while the reason for that nickname isn’t explained. 

Summary: Andy hasn’t have a happy birthday on decades, but Jake and Junior want to change that. 

Notes: This fic is a found family love letter of happy birthday for Andy. I was going to post it sooner, but i had no internet connection for a couple of hours. 

The kitchen was absolute chaos with the two cousins working on it that morning. It was a special yet hard day that needed to start in the best way, but that wouldn't mean that the Wheeler kids would stop bringing mischief while messing with each other. Jake dragged Junior out of bed earlier and his morning crankiness manifested in tons of little practical jokes while cooking breakfast together. The result was unfortunately affected by the distractions on their games and some outside distractions happening on the process. 

" I can't believe you just burned the pancakes!!!" Jake complained to his cousin, witnessing with horror the biggest mistake of all. " JUNIOR, YOU HAD ONE JOB!" 

" IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT YOU LEFT THE FIRE TOO HIGH!!" The boy defended himself. " It wouldn't have burned so fast at a normal temperature." 

He had a point, but not a valid reason. 

" I was talking with Glen! They are getting the gifts. Whatever you were texting with Lexy, I don't think it was what matters today. " 

Junior felt called out because he was either discovered by a peek at his phone screen or, worse... By his enamored reactions when receiving the texts. 

" I was convincing her to come to the party... you know, just in case Devon didn't yet. We know it's not gonna be like the sort of parties she likes and for the most Andy creeps her when being himself but it would be nice if she would come ... " 

" Just because YOU want to see her. " Jake concluded for him. " Listen, I understand how you feel but you can't lose focus today. Andy hasn't had a decent birthday in decades, we can't screw this one up too. He is not expecting anything, but that doesn't mean we can't still disappoint him." 

Jake really didn't mean to trigger him, but the automatic setting on Junior's mind to fear disappointment from parental figures got activated to the nagging.

Suddenly he felt awful, freaking out to the realization that the big day was going to start with a nearly burned breakfast but there was not much time to completely fix everything. 

" SHIT!! What do we do now?" 

" Carry on and hope for the best." His cousin added, in resignation. " I'm gonna make some french toast to put at the side in case he wouldn't want to eat this shit. " 

Junior's mischievousness faded a bit, scared to face such simple failure. Even if Andy wouldn't mind, he did. 

" ... Maybe I should keep focusing on the party plans. " 

Jake still had a not so little objection to add.

" I know you wanna help but, for fucks sake, we are not gonna hang the garlands you made. " 

" But I know Andy is going to love it." Junior protested while still cooperating bringing out more stuff from the fridge. " You are so full of shit, Jake, I swear. When you take a pile of ugly dolls and make a sculpture that's art, but when i do is disgusting." 

" Excuse me, Junior Sawyer, but someone has to protect Glen from your artistic sense... THAT'S THEIR FREAKING FATHER!!!" 

Junior wasn't touched in the slightest with the reaffirmation of an obvious fact. 

" So what? They aren't on good terms with Chucky." 

" That's it? That's your excuse?" Jake followed, desperately trying to make him see the point. " Think about this: How would you feel if Glenda would make a welcome mat of Logan's skin?

Realizing he had used a terrible example, Jake released a groan of frustration while going back to the cooking and Junior self declared the winner of the altercate.

" From you and I... Whose the one that thought first on making art out of Chucky? "

Some of the yelling going on reached Andy, but he was asleep and way too used to the boy's bickering to pay attention. He could tell that the noise was approaching, but didn't guess why. All he thought before rolling on bed was that, whatever chaos that was going on, he would deal with that later. 

Ignoring his conscience for the rest of the day was already going to be hard, so he didn't want to make the kids participants of his inner hell. They didn't deserve having to stand his terrible humor on the worst day of the year. He was not okay, but he was their caretaker and it was not their responsibility to deal with that. 

The door was opened just as he was falling back asleep. Andy didn't react quickly, unusual for a light sleeper. It was a ' just leave me alone' sort of indirect sign, but the wheelers weren't going to give up.

" Good morning, Andy! It's your big day!!" Jake saluted him first, obtaining only some groans of protest. 

Junior didn't hesitate in becoming the goofier echo of his cousin. While Jake was holding the tray standing at one side of the bed, he rushed to the opposite and began to shake Andy. 

" C'mon, mom! Wake up!!!" 

Andy opened his eyes to the excessively energical call, feeling that nickname that the boys gave him a bit stronger than usual because he found Junior covered in flour stains looking like a toddler in mother's day.

" What time is it?" 

" 10 am, but you weren't waking up so we got worried."

Andy chuckled, holding his impulse of making a dark joke about how he didn't have will to get up.

" For how long have you been up to annoy each other?" 

" Since forever!" Junior complained, a dramatical mock to Jake and the morning schedule he settled on. " We are that much excited." 

Andy tried to calm him down sweetly reminding both of them that there was nothing to cheer about. 

" You don't have to make it a big deal. It's not ... I appreciate, but." 

" We made you breakfast." Jake cutted him off, ruining his way for any objection. 

The man glanced at the teenage boy carrying a tray that seemed a complete mess. The mug on it was splattered with coffee and Jake himself had his clothes stained with something wet. 

" Shit... Are you alright?" 

" Yeah, the coffee fell on the ground. Those are eggs that Junior threw at me, that's why he is full of flour." 

Junior smiled innocently from his spot. 

" Happy birthday, Andy!!" He changed the topic. " You are gonna celebrate with us at least. " 

" We love to have you in our lives. Junior and I have always been related ..." 

"But what truly made both of us a family was to find you. We are not gonna let Chucky steal the spotlight on your birthday. You matter more than the anniversary of his first death." 

Andy sat on the bed and the boys observed him attentively, looking forward his reaction yet he found himself unable to pronounce a single word because he was in the purest awe trying to process the amount of love they were giving him.

Then, he picked the tray and got to see what they made for him. It was messier than what it looked like from afar, splatted coffee and partíally burned pancakes with some orange juice and french toast to the side put there as compensation.

" It's horrible, you don't have to eat it.." Junior apologized ahead, confusing his silence with disappointment. " It's my fault, I let it burn. I can't do anything ríght." 

Andy began to cry and both cousins were completely clueless about that. Of course, they couldn't possibly know about the last happy memory of his childhood: the burned toasts that he carried to his mom's bedroom early on the morning of that fatidic day. He was then in her place, those were his children even if they weren't little kids anymore. 

" I KNOW WE RUINED IT BUT, PLEASE. DON'T CRY!" Jake begged, feeling unable to do anything else. " I CAN'T SEE YOU CRY." 

Junior was already sobbing and then, with their evident sorrow, Andy remembered that they indeed didn't know anything about that. 

"... It's perfect, more than perfect." He quickly clarified in a cheerful tone. " This isn't sadness, ok? I cry because i love you both so much." 

He cleared his throat, trying to sound his best despite the crying. 

" Jake, Junior. You weren't born from me, but that doesn't matter. You are my boys and I love you. I ran out of birthday wishes because you are the best thing happening in my life and you don't have to do anything to make it better." 

The tray ended up on the nightstand because both boys rushed to hug him, tears of happiness flowing everywhere. 

" Happy birthday. " Jake followed. " We are going to make this the best day of your life, I promise. " 

It was, Andy didn't remember a happier day. With surprises happening all the time, it could only have ended on the highest note: a party where all of his loved ones were present. The lonely six year old kid was then an adult surrounded by people who wanted to celebrate with him. Most of them were kids, but there was also his amazing sister who brought his mom for the occasion, and some unexpected surprise guests. 

Nica arrived with Glen and Glenda, what was a pleasant surprise for many reasons. To say that he developed a crush on that woman was an obvious fact that he tried to hide in vain at that point. If he once pointed a gun at her to take his shot on killing Chucky, he went to hell and back searching for a way to help her later. He had direct responsibility for the situation that led her back into a free and full body and the twins saw it. Glen adored him and he got Glenda's respects through that. 

They brought two beautifully packaged gifts with them, but one of those was quite concerning due to the size. A big, rectangular package that was too suspicious and Glenda's mischievous stares everytime Andy would look at it from afar were making it worse. They were probably just messing with him, but he was thrilled and finding it hard to focus on his surroundings. 

" The garlands are a symbol." He heard Junior explaining himself to Glen, making up excuses for what was pretty much the birthday version of his typical creepy decorations made of scratches from various copies of Chucky that he killed. That time, only pieces of clothing were used." When Andy was little he had those at the birthday party your dad crashed at, so it's about healing.`` 

" Well, you will have to refresh me on that part because I did the shopping and don't remember anything like this. " His mom was adding. " We didn't have those garlands."  

 Jake, Kyle, Devon and Lexy were too aware to avoid laughing, what made an unaware Glen smile because they seemed happy. 

" I think my boy is thinking of another birthday tradition. " Karen pointed out at Andy's distraction. " Gifts first, honey?" 

Andy smiled for her before justifying himself. 

" The big one, I just HAVE to know what's inside there. "

Nica made a ' my lips are sealed' gesture, joking around while keeping the secret that the children of Chucky trusted her with. Her sweet silliness got a smile out of him even despite he was mildly panicking. 

" Ohh, yes! That's perfect! Open ours before the cake!" Glen cheered with sparkling excitement. 

"... You would feel better with no knives around." Glenda followed, their grimm joke resembling Junior's trauma based humor. 

Before Andy could pick up the box Glen did it for him, then rushed beside him holding the two packages. Although the man promised he would open the smaller one later, he practically tore the wrap of the bigger. 

It was what he suspected, but not quite exactly what he thought. 

A doll, pale and red haired, but not a Good Guy. 

" A little bit of me for you." Glen sweetly explained. " I can't technically gift it because Is not mine to give, I share it with Glenda. They agreed to let me give it to you for the party." 

Andy stared at them, unable to understand what was going on but guessing that the answer was going to be cavity-inducing sweet just because it came from them. 

" Is this what I think it is?... Glen, are you giving me the doll where you were born?" 

" It's a borrow, but yes. " They continued their explanation. " Many, many years ago my dad harmed you so deeply as your birthday gift doll, so I want my doll to be your gift." 

Andy had a bright smile on his face and had to restrain his own emotions a bit to avoid tearing up in front of everyone. 

" We also got you clothes.." Glenda followed. " You need some help with your wardrobe.." 

A possessed doll and new clothes; the exact replication of his birthday gifts that year. No one else noticed the irony, but it was a happy one for once. 

" Is this doll... safe?" Karen asked, evidently weirded and as concerned, perhaps even more, than Andy was. " How does it work?" 

" It's them, as harmless as Glen is. Trust me, they are an angel." Nica explained. " They agreed that Glen keeps control for today, so they are gonna be pretty much like a kid running around. The doll that your son deserved." 

Andy approached it hesitantly. Since their doll form hadn't meet him before he felt the need of introducing himself. 

" Hi, Glen! I am Andy... I am friends with human Glen." 

The doll blinked its eyes, as if it was waking up from a long nap, then replied. 

" It's so nice to meet you! Hi, Andy! And Happy birthday, by the way." 

The Barclays stared at each other as if they were contemplating the universe's biggest irony, then laughed. 

" Really, Glen? Your doll?" Junior complained, showing a bit of jealousy because the gesture was impressive. " Nothing here can compete with that. What am supposed to do now? That's the nice doll of his childhood dreams!" 

" We are not brainwashing more dolls, don't even think about it. " Devon commented. " They have the best gift. Get over it." 

" Are you gonna fight over Andy? Right here and now?" Lexy joked. " I can't believe it." 

" Of course not!" Jake added in what seemed to bring maturity into the discussion, but wasn't mature at all. " We don't have to, Andy is our mom."

" Alright, people. I'm gonna get the cake." Kyle announced. " Is anyone going to give me a hand with that?" 

The doll spoke once more.

" I can help." 

" Anyone that isn't the doll? No offense to you, Glen, I just don't know them." 

They smiled and followed as their human persona, to what Junior followed as well just so he wouldn't be less. 

At their return everyone began to sing while Andy stared at his cake and the little candles on top of it. For the first time ever he had no idea of what he was going to wish for, since nothing felt missing in his life.

#child's play #andy barclay #junior wheeler #jake wheeler #barclay wheeler family au #andy adopts the wheelers AU #alex vincent #teo briones #zackary arthur #chucky 2021 #kyle simpson #karen barclay #glen ray tilly #nica pierce #glenda ray tilly #devon evans #lexy cross

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so how abt that srr UI. there was something about the way it conveys information to the player that really irritated me as opposed to sr1 and 2 (some of this may or may not apply to srtt and sriv one way or another i literally can’t remember how those games’ UI works)

btw this post is really long. don’t read it

anyways lets talk about the ammo. in sr1 and 2 when enemies die, they drop the actual weapon they were using

when you walk over it, you pick up the ammo automatically for that weapon class in sr2 without any informative text popping up on screen (in sr1 i think you have to be wielding the exact same gun but otherwise it functions the same). it does give you a prompt to switch to the dropped weapon if you’re not holding one though, or double wield if you’re not doing that

in srr, enemies no longer drop weapons. they drop ammo which i think is randomized because i’m pretty sure the melee brawlers also drop ammo

a pile of ammo on the ground doesn’t necessarily convey the information about what it’s for if you don’t know guns very well (personally i do not know guns very well). so what you get is a bunch of extra shit on the screen to tell you what it is!

there’s also the matter of money. in sr2 you can see how much you have at any time on your screen. whenever you pick something up, you immediately see it being added to your total

how does srr tell you how much money you have? oh you know you stop doing whatever you’re doing and open the phone to check it. sure opening the phone doesn’t stop time and you’ll keep getting shot at and for some reason the Mogul can’t move while taking out the phone like in any other modern open world crime game but... uh... just don’t do it in combat i guess

and whenever you pick up money it throws up another fun lil box to clutter your screen even further:

but without telling you the actual total of course. it’s not like you need cash in this game for stuff like, idk, progress. secondary information really

so... who fuckin cares? well

now im sure there was some kinda actual logical thought process behind changing the weapon drops to ammo drops but just from the pov of a regular player and a fan of the old games specifically, and without looking into it at all, honestly i have no idea what that process could be. they’re still for the weapon classes, not individual weapons or anything so the underlying system changing can’t be reason, the sr2 way of doing pickups probably would’ve functioned perfectly fine in this game (maybe it’s about the weapon types the enemies carry?) i’ve played srr for around 25 hours and so far i haven’t seen anything that’d really justify this change for me - honestly i think it not only adds nothing to the experience it actually makes the game look really cheap because this is what free to play games in this genre do, like it’s a bad mind association. in f2p games you can’t pick up the weapons themselves because they want you to spend real life money on them, and it’s a feeling that’s only made worse by all the other UI changes in srr like the overly aggressive highlights on enemies and the various drops (can’t turn this off btw!) there’s a whole bunch of other shit beyond the UI too that gives such awful “cheap mobile pay to win garbo” vibes it’s just baffling this is what “modern open world design” apparently is now. surely an enormous step... to... back-sidewards? whatever it is i don’t like it

the UI pickup popup clutter on its own is something i especially hate but i could see that as an accessibility thing rather than just purely having to spoonfeed information to the player because the game visuals are so much worse at it now. in the old games the appearance of a weapon doesn’t necessarily immediately tell you the type of ammo you’re getting either if you’ve really not played any game with guns before, but the same thing applies to a text box telling you you’ve picked up ”rifle ammo”, especially since srr has actual gun customisation so their appearance varies more drastically than it used to. i just think sr2′s way of doing it feels more intuitive and organic, more immersive even - if you could actually turn those ugly as shit popups off in srr their inclusion wouldn’t basically even matter, but i couldn’t find that option in the accessibility menu. i’m genuinely trying my hardest to give these design choices the benefit of the doubt but being essentially disabled myself due to having adhd this kinda unnecessary visual clutter is distracting rather than helpful, and accessibility is something that’s actually really important in my current job so i pay way more attention to it than i used to

also “accessibility” doesn’t answer the question of “what was wrong with just showing how much money you have at all times”. like this is something they changed from sr1 to sr2 wasn’t it? in sr1 the game does show you the total amount when you pick up money, but it fades away after a moment while in in sr2 the amount is always visible - there was actual purpose in that kind of change back then. the problem here is like the exact opposite compared to the ammo stuff: it might feel like a small thing but money is always important in these games, honestly it’s gotten more and more important after sr2. like wouldn’t it be more accessible to just show the total to you somewhere in the UI during regular play? you wouldn’t need those damn popups constantly distracting you and covering up a side of the screen at all, like getting that hundred dollars from the guy you just killed means basically jack shit in these games. the exact amount you pick up is not as important as the total! it’s so backwards!

im sure some of this stuff is present in srtt and sriv too but i don’t have them installed and i won’t do it just for this post either. it was a downgrade in those games as well if it’s there. same goes for AoM as well since srr seems to utilize its unfortunate leftovers a lot and even when really shouldn’t have done that. ok my meds are losing effect so that’s all for now.

#these games are so simple at their core and yet there's the irresistible urge to ADD MORE UNHELPFUL GARBAGE ON THE SCREEN #- DS Volition 2022 (Probably) #gta self made posting