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arece · 1 year

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hiii!

could i request by any chance john wick x reader (father- kid) fic where john takes care of reader while they are sick? like john was never emotional or never really showed feelings but when reader gets sick he is overly fatherly, maybe even takes them to see a doctor much for their resisting...

i am really sick rn and its all i can think about..

you can make it a gn or a fem reader

love your work <3

Sweet Nothing

♤ Summary: Used to taking care of yourself, you brush off your sickness and downplayed just how serious it was. The masterlist

♤ a/n: I too have been feeling sick, (which explains why this is so late) I hope you're feeling much better and this helps! A nice little soft fic before the angst I'm about to post next, fair warning.

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Ever the observant man, John noticed instantly, prepared from the first cough. You rolled your eyes, brushing it off as allergies but John was having none of it. He excused it as him not being able to get sick with his career.

He was just genuinely worried but unable to say so. A flaw you both shared, never fully being able to admit exactly how much you care for each other, settling for showing it through meaningful acts.

His worry grew when you slept in later than usual, coughing and sniffling. “The rooms just dry, I’ll drink more water,” you once again brushed him off. He was hesitant but decided not to push you further. His first mistake.

A few days later Winston called him over and he was about to say he couldn’t make it but you wouldn’t let him. You pushed him to go insisting that you were fine and could take care of yourself. Ever so stubborn.

With great reluctance he left, not without demanding that you call him if you feel even just the slightest bit worse. After a few snippy remarks from your side, he finally left when he was confident that you would call.

You were laying in bed for the next few hours, clinging tightly to Dog in hopes to absorb all the comfort she provided. You felt like absolute shit but didn’t want to burden John, distract him from his job or anything else he was doing.

It was just a dumb cold that you’d quickly get over, you didn’t need to be coddled like a child, you could deal with it on your own. Or so you thought until the coughing fit hit.

It started off just to clear your dry throat but then it wouldn’t stop. Each time you attempted to get a breath of air in it would result in an uncontrollable wheeze. You reached for some water to try and help but you just ended up choking on it.

You fumbled to the side table, grabbing your phone and calling John without a second thought. Not even the first ring finished before he answered, “What’s wrong?” You gasped out, trying to answer him but coughed again. “Kid?”

“I can’t b-breathe,” it took all your energy just to say those few words and you weren’t even sure if they were intelligible. “Shit,” you softly heard from the other side, most likely directed towards himself.

“I’m coming to you now, kid. I need you to stay calm for me, alright?” You could hear him mumble something to someone. “Panicking will only make it worse.” Next thing you heard was a door slamming and a car starting.

“Still with me?” You tried to answer him but was cut off by more harsh coughs, these ones a lot more painful than the last. “Yeah.” Dog whimpered beside you, nuzzling close to show her own worry over your current state.

You stayed on the line with John but it wasn’t long before you heard a car recklessly parking close by and he hung up. Your bedroom door was carelessly thrown open and John rushed over to you, “I’m here.”

He reaches an arm around your shoulders and underneath your legs, lifting you up and beginning to make his way back outside. Your head fell to his shoulder, exhausted from the amount of energy you’ve exerted.

He carefully placed you onto the passenger seat, brushing your hair back from your sweaty forehead. He buckled you in, making sure you were secure before rushing to the driver's seat. “Continental Doctor’s already waiting for you, you’re gonna be alright,” he reassured you.

The ride felt fast with you on the verge of passing out. It all snapped back into focus with the rush of wind hitting you, John opening your door and picking you up again. He felt a wave of anxiety hit with you growing slightly limp.

It was bringing him back to how quickly and brutally his Helen grew ill. All rational thoughts escaped him as he held you closer to him, running up the steps of the Continental. The only thing running through his head being not you, not you, it couldn’t be happening to you.

Straight past Winston and Charon. He had to help you, there may have been nothing he could’ve done for his Helen but you would be fine.

And that’s what the Doctor assured him. It truly was just an extremely nasty case of a cold mixed with allergies. But John found himself preparing for the bad news to hit, that after that rough of a breathing fit there was something wrong with you, something he couldn’t fix.

He watched over you as you slept off the medication the Doctor gave you, ready at a moment's notice for anything to go wrong. You stirred slightly, aware of the way John seemed to fidget with his hands.

“Everything okay?” You slightly sat up and John was quick to adjust your pillow so you could sit comfortably. “You’re alright, just like I said you would be.” It seemed like he was reassuring himself as well as you.

“Listen,” he sighed and you grew slightly nervous, “you can’t play off being sick like that again. I thought - it could’ve been serious.” You immediately felt guilty, hunching in on yourself for all the trouble you caused.

“I’m sorry.” His brows furrowed, moving to sit beside you on the bed. “I just want you safe.” It hit you, harder than you thought it would. He wanted you safe, he cared about you enough to worry. You still struggled to process it but felt too sick still to ponder on it.

Instead you leaned your head on his lap, prepared to fall back asleep with full reassurance that you’d be okay. “With you I always feel safe.” Your confession was enough to have him soften, comfortingly brushing your hair back for the entire time you slept.

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jmdbjk · 1 year

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JK Welive #1-2 & JK/Tae IG live

People sure have their panties in a knot over Jimin and Jungkook and Tae and shipping and JK's live, and Bam, and a J tattooed on a finger and just... damn people. You act like your life depends on this shit.

To keep track of what we’re talking about let’s organize it like this: JK welive #1, JK/Tae IG live, JK welive #2, JM welive, JK welive #3, JK welive #4 (taken down, yet to see if it will be put back up). That’s a lot of maknae line to unpack.

But bottomline: Jungkook is mostly at home nesting with Bam. Leave him alone. Y’all keep making me say that. INTROVERTS UNITE!

Boy arrived for Welive #1 wired and ready to defy the employee manual that says no live broadcasts without permission.

Jungkook was a little solemn when someone asked about Jin in the comments. “Jin is doing ok.” and “Jin sometimes sends us a message in group chat.” JK didn’t seem like he wanted to elaborate on it.

He wonders why he thinks of Army when he’s drinking... man is crying in his beer over us!

Within 20 minutes he was all wound down. His sweet eyelids started getting droopy while he read Army comments.

Then he got second wind and started searching for something to sing for us... finds Vibe, drools over Jimin for a sec, gives Taeyang some badass love, starts to sing the song before he even gets the lyrics up on the screen... knows the choreo of course...

Rumor confirmed: Bam is the luckiest dog in the universe. Jeon Jungkook wipes his butt after he poops. Who else in this world can say that? Who?

Besides the Bam butt wiping TMI, Jungkook also said he emptied his freezer so he could keep his (8) frozen beer mugs in there ready for action. And also (10) smaller glasses... maybe pilsner glasses? 400ml is not a small glass. 18 large servings of adult beverages. Priorities.

TMI: JK sings while he pees.

Kookie philosophy: if a rock doesn’t get rained on, it will crack and break. So another round of beers please. Gotta stay hydrated according to Kookie.

He attributes his being able to sit in the dark in his house with Bam and drink beer and literally breathe, to Army. Thanks to Army. You are welcome, baby!

Jungkook also says if you don’t have these three things, get out of here:

Gotta admit, I was stressing for a minute over the remark that he’s stopped working on his album... but Jungkookie says he’s kind of into this living like a rock for now. He’s not feeling pressured or overly anxious to be working or trying to make himself work. How he said what he said implies maybe he is really relishing this “doing what he wants at age 25...” Good for him. He deserves to slack for a while.

At about 1 hour and 13 minutes in he pulls J-Hope’s “More” up on the noraebang screen and begins to rock out. I LOVED THAT! Then he realized Namjoon was in the comments and thanked him for being his savior. And y’all didn’t tell me he sang Daechwita!!!! ONE OF MY FAVORITES!!!! Even though he substituted Suchwita in the lyrics hahahahahaha. He also praised Taehyung on changing up his singing style as it became sweeter. Good job! AWWWW.

And he got me laughing out loud when someone commented for him to stop drinking, it’s not healthy... he says, if his body stays healthy it wonders what it’s supposed to do and it stops doing its job so he introduces unhealthy components (like beer) for it to wake up and fight inside and that’s how he’ll become healthy... HAHAHAHAHAHAA, oh Kookie. Don’t tell people that! they will believe it! Armys are gullible!

What he really meant with that explanation is: “don’t lecture me.”

Bless his neighbors... who surely can hear him singing through the walls at 4:00 a.m. ...

Jungkook gave us the long awaited tattoo explanations. Honestly, does anyone think NO ONE has EVER asked him what the tattoos mean? Do you think he’s NEVER had to explain to anyone? EVER? What exactly would anyone expect him to say about certain ones? He also didn’t speak about covering the tiger with the black sun... he says when he first got them, he didn’t put much thought into it so maybe the tiger was one of those things and he covered it up with something that had more meaning. An eclipsed sun. And he got the eye because he wanted to be mindful of his actions because he’s always being watched... he says this right after saying he got tattoos thoughtlessly, LOL! He doesn’t like the moon on his shoulder and intends to get it covered someday. It’s okay, the sun is eclipsing because of the moon inside his elbow.

I’m sad to hear he had a bad tattoo experience here in the States.

ALL of the complex tattoo meanings that have been floating around have ALWAYS been fan speculation.

And, Tattoo Proof Anon, I deleted your ask because nothing has been debunked. Don’t you have a life or something you should be paying attention to instead of parking on blogs waiting for your “gotcha” moment that’s never gonna arrive?

A nod to Polyc’s incredible talent:

HAHAHAHAHAHA Tae comes into the comments and JK is like, “hold on Taehyung, I’m talking about something sincere...” Bro don’t interrupt me, I’m talking to Army about something serious.

Switch to Instagram...

Then, for the first time in the history of Bangtan, two members do a simultaneous Instagram Live...

The IG live... was short... JK seems tentative about doing the live in Instagram... man was all “don’t tell me what to do” while on Weverse but Instagram has him questioning his morals. Tae smiles big when he sees Bam, apparently having not seen him in a while. Tae makes a little snarky “if it makes money comment” about it and then after playing with the Instagram filters and remarking that Weverse needs to make a zoom feature so they can all be on at the same time because two is not enough, Tae said “I gotta sleep, peace out.” Later, bro.

Back to Weverse...

Welive #2: Jungkook mentions he is going to detox for five days... and then eat something yummy. That lasted less than 24 hours as we’ll see in his #3 Welive.

He mostly is singing his heart out in between telling Armys not to lecture him.

Y’all didnt tell me he (half) sang Despacito!

Someone already put a clip of his Welive he just did singing Dreamers on YouTube:

I thought for sure he passed out on us.

And he finally calls it a night after the sun rises... sweet (stubborn) thing.

I’m choosing (right now) not to be concerned with Jungkook’s stoppage on working. However, I reserve the right to change my mind should more information become available.

JM’s Welive, JK #3 Welive and #4 (if they put it back up), to come after the Weverse translations are provided.

#i truly believe the way i write gets lost in some of y'alls translations #because some of y'all act like you just showed up to the party #at least read up a bit so you can know where i'm comin' from #also i think you think i give a shit what you think #which i dont hence you got deleted #jungkook on weverse #jungkook #pjm1 is coming

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sslushppup · 5 months

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~MIKE SCHMIDT X READER~ THE BEACH

Summary: After Freddy’s, Mike gets a new job at a beach-side shop

It’s been three weeks since the incident at Freddy’s. Things are — for the most part — back to normal. Mike started his job search again and reluctantly agreed to start a job at a beach-side shop.

The second he stepped into the store, your eyes widened, a bounce made its way into your walk and you walked up to him and introduced yourself. Mike was a little overwhelmed by your behavior at first, but got used to it pretty quickly as you walked him through everything in the shop.

To tell the truth, Mike was interested in you; your happiness, your kindness, your work ethic….your beauty. He was in love with you, somehow, immediately from the start.

~♡~

A month later, you and Mike were closer than ever. You were still your happy, overexcited self, but Mike seemed to always complain. It was too hot, or too windy, and…

“The customers are complete shit and rude. They’re always complaining about everything I do.” You look at him and smile, “Hmmm…I think that’s more your mood, Mike.”

So you lead Mike out the shop, closing the shop temporarily, and take him for a walk on the beach. You two walk in silence, until Mike breaks it. He tells you…about his sister, his last job…his brother. He tells you about the fact that he despises the beach.

“It’s uhm… it’s not about you. If that’s what you think. I like..no, I love spending time with you. I mean I have never in my life once thought that working in a beach shop would be fun, but with you I…I hate the beach so fucking much…I hate the windy weather, or those annoying fucking dogs running loose..”

You laugh and sit down on the sand, looking out at the ocean. You look up at him and pat the spot next to you. Daring him to sit next to you on the sand he hates so much. Mike chuckles a little, pinching the sides of his nose before sitting down next to you. You take his hand in yours slowly, silently praying that he won’t be disgusted or pull away.

He doesn’t. In fact, he smiles widely to himself as you do so.

“You’re so fucking awesome, Mike. Oh my god, for a second I was scared you hated me or something, or that you hated this job. Y’know… a lot of people always think I’m too weird or overly excited. But no…of course you don’t… It’s the annoying dogs running loose and the windy weather that gets you running wild!”

You laugh again and shift so your body is facing him, smiling widely. Mike looks at you, and smiles in return. It’s silent as you stare at each other, the only sounds being the waves crashing and — ironically — loose dogs barking happily. You notice that you’re slowly starting to lean in, and Mike is doing the same. You look him in the eyes and lean forward more, closing the gap and kissing him like you’ve been wanting to do since the moment he walked into the shop.

Mike is surprised at first and doesn’t know what to do. This is only his second kiss…but somehow it feels like his first kiss. It feels even better than his first kiss. You’re his everything…

You pull back and breathe out, standing up slowly. You walk back to the shop after taking a quick glance at Mike. You smile softly and open the shop again, welcoming the first few customers that come in happily.

Mike sees you walk away but doesn’t follow you. It feels like he forgot how to walk, how to function. Your kiss took him off guard, he hadn’t been expecting that…no matter how much he had been wanting to kiss you. Mike smiles and looks back at the ocean, the waves calming his nerves and breathing down…

…Maybe the beach isn’t that bad…

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader fanfiction #mike schmidt fanfic #fnaf 2023 #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's fanfic

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threadsun · 9 months

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Ohh! But wat if! like! the cult au Y/N had the biggest 'burned out ex child actor who was dragged into this' energy?

Like they once adored the stage as a child. It greatly helped them get over the sadness of moving away from their childhood home. It was always fun to get lost in a character, in a role, with the effort you put in, the praise they recieved from their teachers and peers was it's own reward. And with small roles at their local theater, they had their fun well into adulthood before "retiring" for good in pursuit of a job that could help pay for things arounnd around them.

But then they recieved the news from their frantic mom/parent, and really only came to this town out of moral obligation, and morbid curiosity.

No use puttin mom/other parent in danger. But this place is soo behind in ...well...a bunch of things. Guess they can put this new title to good use, and see if they can suggest some changes to make a nice walkable community, in a more, modern town.

Hell maybe something even better, with solar panels on every building, and carbon neutral packaging! The God wouldnt care about the Millennials' Solarpunk Socialist reality if its in a bumfuck town in the middle of nowhere, right?? And maybe a modified iPad for the new Savior...right????

Oh but of course everything's tinted with this 'Prophet Savior' nonsense. And ofc YN rolls their eyes at first and plays along, 'oh yes my magical powers said that...God said...that installing a bike lane would be soo cool and maybe some...Non-cult edited renditions of some magazines to read while I take a shit in my new bathroom would be cool too~'

It's nice to be doted on, and a bit amusing, by handsome boys and friendly townsfolk alike, so of course you agree to attend a special church sermon as the guest of honor. Hey! You can see some of your new "friends" in the crowd, Nick, Shaun, Ian, Jean--Bo's even here up on stage with them too! but he seems to be ina mood, maybe you'll talk to him after this silly ceremonial thing.

And then someone is brought from the crowd. The person confess their sins and it's a bit personal, and uncomfortable..but they just shift in their seat and play their role well. They can't even remember the words that leave their lips, fully expecting to sprinkle water on this person's forehead and all would be forgiven.... right?

It's kind of hard to remember anything else once Bo rips their throat out.

Between the shock as several beats of silence pass, and the horrified throat wrenching scream from them, I don't think YN remembers much after that, waking up in the founder's house surrounded by their concerned new "harem" of housemates

And YN, having had years of practice, schools their expression as best they can, even as their blood runs cold beneath their skin and their knuckles bleed white as they clench the bedsheet to avoid from lurching away from the hands of those tending to them. Like being cornered by wild animals.

Bo stands off to the side, more guilty for having offended them in some way than he was for the person he murdered in cold blood. Jean tsks slightly and says they all should've better prepared them instead honestly.

I don't think YN would remember the next few days as they're coddled and tended to, their panic rising as the reality settles in that this is a Cult..a Genuine, Bonafide Cult, and like a fool, they walked right to death's door.

They should've listened to their mom/other parent and ran.But they didn't. And now they're tended to gingerly by a cluster of different strangers daily, and a loyal gaurd dog who growls a warning at the overly friendly. It once made them snicker but now makes them stumble at the sight of his sharp teeth once coated in the blood of another.

They're paraded around town, casting flickering glances to Barry every once and a while, who follows behind the group like a shadow during their .."recovery" period...who sports a knowing look, and a small smile. They know there's nothing they can do to escape this hell.The longer they stay, the worse it gets.

This sleepy little town full of flower gardens and bordered by thick Woodlands, both kept rich and vibrant by the corpses that thrive in its soil.The casual demeanors of those who remain unaffected and blissful despite knowing so.Those that chatter excitedly about what new prophecies YN had in store next sermon.

The sinking gut-wrenching feeling that these peaceful town folk wouldn't bat an eye at murdering a false prophet, and if they are to survive, they have to play their role with efficiency.

It doesn't take much really, just keep constructing new things, and living a care-free life with your new lovers, and communing with a God you once didnt believe in.

well, that is until the 10th day, when it started to whisper things into their head at the dead of night. Laughing coldly at their attempts to rake their nails through the flesh of their scalp, to prevent themself from bashing their head in. As the ones who surround them, celebrate it, when they plea for help.

Smother the fear, smother the exhaustion, smother the feeling that you may be losing your mind, and maybe it won't even feel like pretending

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I apologize for any mistakes Im two steps away from falling asleep, but i hope it wasnt too out of character, cult nonny! I honestly even believed it was supposed to be an open ended question to both you and threadsun but i think i got a bit carried away, sorry! I'd love to hear u guys' thoughts!

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Ooooooh idk about Cult Anon but I definitely think the idea of the founder's child going along with things and not taking it seriously until Something Happens is definitely interesting!

#sunshine #🌌🐹#I'd love to hear cult anons thoughts!

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chalkrevelations · 7 months

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OK, week four of 15 Minutes with KPTS, and this one will close us out of the first episode as we watch the jaws of the trap slowly closing on Porsche before they snap shut. The first thing we see is him arriving home – disheveled, bruised and breathless after his watery escape from Kinn, and you know, I just thought about the fact that not only does he get out of those rope bonds perfectly well in this episode, but he also manages to swim to safety, despite how he’ll struggle after he’s pushed into the pool for bodyguard training once he’s in the belly of the beast.

Anyway, Porsche arrives home, it’s full night outside, so apparently it took him a while to get home and he’s been gone a full 24 hours, the house is trashed, and Chay’s trying to clean things up. Porsche is all “WHAT DID KINN’S GOONS DO?” because he knows this is some Theerapanyakul bullshit, but Chay’s all “????” and we find out that Arthee’s creditors are kicking the shit of him in an alley as they speak (hmm, that’s some convenient timing). Porsche allows himself to be distracted by Chai jingling the keys, but with the benefit of re-watch hindsight, we know that this is actually some Theerapanyakul bullshit, which means that conveniently, Porsche is facing paying off $2 million baht in additional debt or else he (and Arthee, although Porsche is pretty done with him, at this point) end up dead. Tomorrow. And now Porsche needs a job that’s going to pay him big money. Immediately. How convenient for someone.

Once Chai and his goons are gone, Porsche yells at Arthee to stop bullshitting him (hah, like that’s going to happen) and to go away, despite the fact that Arthee apologizes and begs for forgiveness and never once mentions that this is Theerapanyakul bullshit, which he could maybe mention if he was serious about being sorry and wanting forgiveness, but there’s not a peep about any of the big reveals we’re gonna get, about 13 episodes from now.

Back at the trashed house, Chay feeds Porsche leftover pizza, they have a heart-to-heart, and Chay picks up the photo of the two of them that’s been knocked over and battered and bent; he doesn’t realize it’s a metaphor for how their relationship is going to go from here on out. We learn further about how Porsche has been overly-parentalized by taking on their parents’ wish that Chay get a good education. He specifically says he doesn’t want to disappoint their parents if he doesn’t provide a good education, a degree and appropriate friends for Chay, which – given he was what? 10 years old when they died? - is a hell of a lot for a kid to be carrying by himself already and for this long. Also, guess what, Porsche – by the end of all this, Chay is going to be lined up to achieve none of that, having literally thrown his college application into the garbage and broken his heart over a mafia princeling (how’s that for appropriate friends), so the Theerapanyakuls are not only going to crush your dreams but also the life’s mission you took on from your parents when you were 10. I mean, the irony of this is only just hitting me – everything Porsche explicitly says in this episode that he wants to accomplish for Chay by selling himself into indentured servitude to the Theerapanyakuls is going to be ruined by the Theerapanyakuls.

Chay begs Porsche to run away to a smaller house and open a beachside bar like he’s always dreamed of, but Porsche loves this house and doesn’t want to go anywhere else, and we can practically hear the organ notes of doom in the background, because there’s another house that’s getting ready to swallow you up, Porsche, and you’re never going to be able to truly go home again. Porsche seems pretty aware of that, as gives Chay a hug and a forehead kiss that’s clearly a goodbye, cruises through the house taking everything in one last time, then going up to Chay’s room to cover him up and sit at the foot of his bed like a guard dog. Smashcut to the next morning, when Chay wakes up and goes to look for him, only to find a letter full of bullshit about a great bartending opportunity – off the grid, of course – that will wipe out their debt and pay for Chay’s tuition but also will mean they can’t communicate. Ever. Chay, because he’s not dumb and he realizes he’s not being told something, literally turns over the sheet of paper the letter is written on when he gets to the end, because there has GOT to be more to this story, but nope. See ya, kid.

One of the things that really struck me in this section of the ep, that was particularly noticeable because of that hard cut from night in the house to day in the house, was the lighting. Porsche and Chay at home together, even when the house is trashed, are lit in soft warm yellows – like they’ve been this whole time – and fairy lights (the fairy lights of bl!). In the daylight section when Porsche has gone, Chay is literally left alone in the cold light of day – brighter, whiter, colder, with blue undertones. We also get an interesting contrast when we cut to Porsche following Big and Ken deeper into the main family compound, deeper into the grey-blue hallways, into the prison and the belly of the beast, there’s a moment when Porsche pauses as his left side lights up with warm yellow light, and he looks that way, and it really looks like he’s seeing light through a window, but then we see it’s not a window that looks outside, it’s a window that overlooks that fancy chandelier, the one that looks like shimmering golden beads strung on multiple threads – an upscale, expensive version of the homely fairy lights that warmed Porsche’s home with Chay, and istg, I think we see Porsche’s face fall just the tiniest bit.

Anyway, Porsche’s voiceover reads the letter to Chay as we follow Big and Ken deeper into the compound, and they finally come into Kinn’s sitting room, where he’s – surprise, surprise – having a drink and dramatically posed with his back to them. Porsche’s first words are “Don’t forget our deal,” and Kinn responds that Porsche shouldn’t forget that his life is Kinn’s now, and all of this re-emphasizes this idea we’ve seen threaded all through the episode, that Porsche makes his money with his body, from sleeping with women who tip well at the bar, to using his sex appeal to get ahead in his job, to street fighting for money, to trading himself to the Theerapanyakuls to pay off his debts and cover Chay’s tuition and other expenses. Kinn explicitly tells him he’s taking ownership of him, and when Porsche tries to insist that his life is his own, Kinn tells him “You’ll find out.” Because that’s not ominous at all.

We also have a final meeting in the ep with Korn, which only re-emphasizes this whole underlying idea of Porsche selling himself to and now being owned by the Theerapanyakuls. Korn says he’d love for Porsche to be happy with them, even though he didn’t even want to be there – 1) do you say the same thing to his mom in her garrett? and 2) if you really wanted him to be happy, maybe you could have done something about covering all those debts while he and Chay were growing up, hmm? Everyone who isn’t Korn is clearly uncomfortable during all this – including Kinn, who starts to make some kind of protest that Korn ignores in favor of smiling in delight at how well his plans have worked out to trap this latest fly in his web. We close out the episode with Korn upping the creepy ante by sending everyone away so he can rest, by which he means make Chan play chess with him while he gloats in satisfaction over how all the pieces are now in place so they can start. But sure, he’s just an old man in poor health. Uh-huh.

Close on Ep 1 at 59 minutes.

#porsche pachara #porsche kittisawasd #chay kittisawasd #kinn theerapanyakul #korn theerapanyakul #theerapanyakul a++ parenting #kinnporsche #kp 15m #kp 15m ep 1

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mr007pennyworth · 2 years

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“Bitch, I bet you 50 they'll be married in the week” - [v; give me one more night to ruin my life again - army days]

Army Husbands - Headcanon

“When I first met Gareth?”

“Oh, erm, so, it was maybe, god, a week after I’d been promoted to Major, all the squads were being re-arranged because of promotions and I was being assigned to group, I started with nine captains, nearly twenty Lieutenants and the rest were second Lieutenants. They were all just puppies, especially Gareth, I think that was drew me to him a bit, there was just something about this pup’s spirit that I just...adored for lack of a better word”

“Anyway, I was in the weapons' bunker, counting guns and all that jazz, very boring job, counting bullets became a good punishment of mine when the cans needed refills. When one of my new captains comes down stairs and says’ Sir, there’s a fight in the yard again, Major McGregor is asking for you, there’s two of your newest lieutenants involved’

“I remember smirking, all the scraps were down to boys with too many hormones usually and I was ready to go up there and bite some heads off, I wasn’t known for being a grumpy bastard, all the other Major’s had these ghost stories about them being violent or what not, I guess I just never really had it in me to be overly harsh with anyone, didn't stop me being able to scare them though, I had a decent bark on me, I lived up to my old dog name”

“So I’m standing on the steps when McGregor pushes this lad forward and shouts me that ‘Mallory’ was in trouble for a punch up with one of his Captains...I rolled my eyes and looked down as he started up the steps. His shirt was torn, he was covered in sand from the pit ground where the boys all sit around the camp fires...”

“I remember having something ready to say and losing it as I saw him, I reached up and lifted his chin looking at the mark on him that he said the Captain had landed on him first...I heard shouting and looked behind us and McGregor was berating the hell out of the Captain and the other boys from his side that had been in the scraps, I was unbuttoning my shirt as the other lad that was part of my squad appeared with a bloody nose and dismissed him with one of the second Lieutenants to go to med bay, he was fine but never the less...I asked Gareth to tell me what actually happened and he started ranting about how much of a prick ‘Yates’ was...”

“I-I looked at my watch thinking that the day’s briefing was in twenty minutes, it was already getting dark and he wouldn’t have time to go get changed before the meeting, so I took my shirt off and offered it to him as he stood there running himself out of breath and I remember laughing when he backed up confused, I explained he had briefing in twenty minutes and my cabin wasn’t as far as his bunks, he seemed hesitant but took it in the end, I stood there and watched him pull the damaged one over his head and swap them, I took the torn one and walked him towards the cabin where the meeting would be and said I’d see him in the morning for cleaning duty, he was still in trouble for being a lil shit...I watched him walk in there, he stopped twice, once at the door looking at me and then as he was walking down the hall into the crowd of other men he looked back again, like, he couldn't quiet believe what had just happened ”

“But yes, I-I’d seen Gareth maybe three or four times in the first week on camp as Major, then this, this was the first time I met him, this was the first time I realized being Major might not be as boring as the job sounded, I was getting worn out already by this point in my career, and, I was thinking of going home, my brother was already working for the air force by this point”

“We’d known each other about a month when the rumors started, we’d been seen in the mess late at night, seen walking the grounds, Gareth had been seen sneaking into my tents after duty, I heard loads of the lad joking about it, I heard a few of the ladies joking about bets, betting we’d be married by the end of the year or something...I’d got my self a toy-boy or whatever, I know Leanne, one of my favorite captains over the years was disappointed when I told her Gareth got married off duty one year and she was pissed she’d lost her bet, it seems many didn’t believe he was married but I did joke at McGregor who commented one afternoon that I clearly hadn't been his type, I was just good at keeping his chocolate safe...it went on for years, even after his wife sadly died, it was still brought up to me after I left him on the borders of Afghanistan in the SAS and never saw him again, they asked, ‘Where's your husband gone Beagle?”

@dontcxckitup

#mr007pennyworth #dontcxckitup #[CRYING IN THE CLUB AGAIN]#headcannons #[v; give me one more night to ruin my life again - army days]#army husbands - headcanon

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sarah-dipitous · 10 months

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 196

Road Trip/Cold War

“Road Trip”

Plot Description: Gadreel is still in control of Sam’s body while on a murder spree for Metatron, but Dean, Castiel, and Crowley have plans for an angel eviction

Before I even start…THAT’S how they decided to spell that angel’s name?? After all the -iel names they throw in there -eel??? Really??? ANYWAY

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: IM BARELY SURVIVING WATCHING DEAN GIVE KEVIN A HUNTER’S BURIAL AND WRESTLE WITH THE GUILT OF BEING AT LEAST PARTIALLY RESPONSIBLE FOR HIS LIFE GOING TO SHIT AND EVENTUAL DEATH AT NO MORE THAN 18 YEARS OLD

Is…is this angel turned rockstar for real when he calls another angel Gadreel’s boyfriend (who presumably died) or is this just normal supernatural?

God…he’s carrying so much guilt over all of this and Cas is like the only person who can really understand how being “stupid for the right reason” feels now

Crowley does seem genuinely sad about Kevin’s death. Not OVERLY sad, he’s not going to actually show the emotion, but still

Omg you’re hitting so many of Dean’s pain points right now, babes, and you don’t even know it

You know, I was thinking earlier today about Cas’s humanity, how good he’s gotten at being human. How last time we saw him, he was so happy and proud of getting to do the hunting job and grabbing a round of beers for them all…and then he tells Dean and Crowley he has a car that stopped inexplicably…because it ran out of gas

Omg the way they’re acting both like exes and siblings…there’s a glee for both of them that the other has to sit in the back seat but then the bickering over space

Why would there be no more prophets?? Crowley had a whole room of next-in-line-prophets when he couldn’t find Kevin

Metatron, I know you’ve been away from heaven for a long time, but angels are order followers, not really ones for taking initiative. Forgive him if he didn’t kill Dean just yet

OH, the woman with the dog was a demon?? Do we get to see Abaddon again??

Cas is so determined to hate Crowley and voice that hate at every given opportunity. We stan a petty bitch

I’m terrified for this angel, Abner. He just wants to live a normal life, make this family’s life better…aaaaaaand he’s dead. He shouldn’t have talked about never letting go of something you want no matter the price because there’s always a price

Cecily, girl, that talk works with Crowley because he’s in handcuffs and understands conniving…Abaddon’s not like that. You’re loyal to her or you’re dead

Ah yes, JPad’s acting skills………they’re not great.

“So you’re saying we’re both a couple of dumbasses?” “I prefer the word trusting. Less dumb, less ass” 💖

HOW POWERFUL IS THIS ANGEL??

Man, when you say trusting…………you’re about to let Crowley possess him?? Oooooo Crowley has a fun red demon soul! Did I know that already? I feel like I didn’t

I will say that JPad CAN play wounded puppy pretty well. But that comes with the practice of playing a character who’s body has done a lot that his normal mind wouldn’t allow

Nah, Gadreel, you’re still a chump working for Metatron

Is this the turning point for the Winchesters and Crowley? Maybe not fully “I see you again—“ “yes, I’m dead. I love you, too. Now go”

Yes, we’re going to appreciate her again 💖💖💖

Sammy’s back!

The boys are fighting over who gets blame over Kevin’s death…omg Dean, I knew this would happen because you’ve had everything crumble around you so many times but I promise it’s not that you’re poison

Jesus, Sam…..stop him. Stop him NOW. Don’t let him LEAVE. FUCK.

“Cold War”

Plot Description: On a Russian submarine in 1983, a frozen alien warrior is waking up

I can stand by the explanation that the TARDIS will translate alien speech into English, and even with some sort of accent from that group of islands…but the TARDIS ISN’T ON THIS RUSSIAN SUBMARINE WHY ARE THEY SPEAKING ENGLISH IN SOME SORT OF BRITISH ACCENT?? (I know the answer, but…come on)

This guys being a complete idiot in the pursuit of science. Maybe DON’T WAKE UP AND THAW OUT THE ALIEN YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT WHILE IN A SUBMERGED SUBMARINE!!! Like…???

Like you are SO LUCKY the TARDIS has decided this is where the Doctor needs to be now

Yeah, middle of a crisis like this IS the best time to not have to go through the pretense of who you pretend to be upon arriving somewhere

He is MARVELING at this ice warrior. Til they told the Doctor their name.

Oh good. He got electrocuted because a human got scared. SURELY there will be no repercussions for that

Is that Stannis Baratheon?? No…more insufferable, Edmure Tully

I took a break to look up the actors imdb pages…the number of them that have been in GoT or The Crown or BOTH?! It’s basically everyone but Jenna…who somehow doesn’t have this show in her “known for” section but DOES have the first captain america movie…just, if you were wondering

OH! I remembered! The professor on this vessel was in Titanic!! He played Cal’s manservant

How…long are these aliens’ lifespans? Does he think the ice warriors he knew are still alive? Are we gonna have to take him to whatever the Mars equivalent of the southern air temple is? Though, I fear what would happen if he found out what may or may not have happened to his people, he’s not as peaceful as aang

Poor Doc has to explain everything to everyone and there’s apparently not time to do that but he still has to and IS doing it

Ok…maybe we don’t completely blame Davos Seaworth for what the junior science guy did. That wasn’t an order he gave

Oof. You took the words right out of my mouth, Skaldak has nothing to lose now that he thinks he’s been abandoned

Stop saying how bad can it be! I barely even saw the onceler fandom but I’m getting flashbacks anyway

Ok but don’t say it couldn’t get any worse either…you’re just INVITING worse

Byyyyyyyye Edmure. I didn’t bother learning your name because you were marked for death from the beginning by being incredulous.

He’s so much nicer on this sinking/sunken ship than he was in Titanic. He’s singing Hungry Like the Wolf by Duran Duran to keep spirits up

We’re in a sequence where Skaldak is picking off the crew one by one……but I’m getting suspicious of the professor. I don’t know that I should be, but that doesn’t change that I am. Omg…he just wants to know if his favorite bands split up. He just wants to know the most mundane stuff 🥺

I’m not condoning him wanting to kill off humanity before I’m even born, but “there will be a second red planet, red with the blood of humanity” is a BANGER line

It’s the way humans are perpetually children to all these alien beings…I dunno how I feel about it

What in the deus ex machina?? The ice warrior were still alive and rescued Skaldak….and then the world was saved by Clara singing Hungry Like the Wolf. Sure. Why not?

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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markadtoo · 2 years

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From Panic! at the Disco to Panic! at the Dog Park

As I write this I am 32. For the last couple years or so I've done what they call "getting my shit together." This, after spending the better part of my post school years being a charmingly labeled "lost boy." (More on that in other stories). I got a full-time job and did well enough to where they saw it fit for me to eventually lead others while handing me a decent paycheck. So I wear the clothes and speak the language by day and maintain what is the "real" me by night. I sometimes catch myself waxing poetic and regurgitating old cliches about motivation and development, and then gag almost immediately while taking solace in the fact that I haven’t adopted a cell phone holster. Seriously, there are few things more vapid and cringe worthy than quoting the cliched wisdom of others as your only recourse to motivate other people or “stand out.” I don’t care, if being a yuckster is your grand plan for visibility, then I probably hate you. I digress...

I think for me, it was the moment I ushered our beloved adopted dog Huey through the threshold of our overpriced and overly gentrified Atlanta apartment. Gentrified mind you, in a way that you can only find in the ATL. Now I know what you’re saying, but what about kids! Shouldn’t it be kids! It’s having children that changes us! Kids kids kids blah blah blah. I’ve seen this show, I want my money back... I'm kidding of course. I like kids just fine. We like kids just fine. We just don’t LOVE kids and that decidedly goes against a personal motto of mine, which states “love it, or leave it alone.”

A little backstory on Huey: We adopted him from a shelter in Atlanta in 2020 at the age of 4. He was newly with a foster when we found him and were able to meet him, then subsequently bring him home for a trial run. (A quick side note, the fact that you can just test drive prospective adopted pets is emotional terrorism at best and I’ll leave it at that). For me, it was love at first sight. I was ready to sign the papers as soon as he came up to me, face happy and tail wagging, looking to hang out next to me. What can I say, I'm notoriously easy… For my fiance, well she was a bit more skeptical about the whole thing and wanted to see how things went over the next week or so.

Now, one could say Huey is a bit socially awkward and anxious. He is also incredibly smart with a big personality. Equally, he is protective of his loved ones and our space as we would come to find out. He seemed to be trained in the basic sense, knew how to sit, lay down, and let us know when he had to go to evacuate the bowels and/or get some fresh air. All seemed well, so we signed the papers about a week into his stay and that was that. He was a part of the family. Now, back to the socially awkward and protective bit… We lived in a sprawling compound-like apartment building in the city of Atlanta, or ITP for you locals. This building came with a dog park right below us, a dog park for a lot of residents with a lot of dogs of all varieties. This does not mix with a protective and socially awkward dog, with shades of anxiety who proceeds to go into this yelp/whine/bark hybrid thing almost instantaneously at almost every dog and blurry shadow of a person he sees. Although he was never vicious, he was most assuredly "that dog." I could tell this particular reality made my fiance nervous. Nervous enough to constantly worry about what the neighbors thought and to enlist a dog trainer, for our otherwise sweet and playful pup. The trainer helped, I will admit, but it wasn’t a cure for that particular tendency. Collectively, we just had to love and accept him as he was and start from there. This was unconditional love. This was active love.

To be completely honest, he was a lot like us. Outside of the aforementioned peppermint schnapps of legend, we were both anxious and a bit socially awkward individuals who only welcomed the company of others when we had the mental energy or comfort level to do so. He also needed us as much as we needed him, if not more since he was in fact a dog. I can’t say the same about anything or anyone else, not even my fiance. She’d be fine without me. Some might even say she set the bar a little too low where yours truly is concerned. But not him. He was now the center of our world and we and we were responsible for making that world a healthy and happy one. And for him, a guy with history unknown and who's been through it, we were now his only world. I've played packed venues, given speeches, tended packed bars, managed sales teams etc etc, but for me that brought a whole new level of pressure and responsibility.

So that was it, the lightbulb moment of acting like fucking adult for once. Sometimes the most unexpected situations are the ones that reward and change you the most. Gone were the days of being the cool kids, stumbling through the latest ill conceived hook ups, and reveling in the afterglow of the “best. night. ever.” over greasy food and semi-cold beer. It’s not even the endorphin rush of screaming out your favorite songs or in my case, playing them, at the latest concert of your favorite band that takes you there. No.

It’s going from Panic! at the Disco to Panic! at the Dog Park.

Mark A.D.

#dogs #national rescue day #panic at the disco #panic at the dog park #short story #essay #adulthood #writers on tumblr #los angeles #growing up #emo aesthetic #atlanta

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jarofstyles · 3 years

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hey besties, pls do a football player Harry (soccer in case ur american lol) and physical therapist y/n !!

I know absolute shit all about football (soccer bc we are American) but we can give it a go!!! Plz don’t be mad I don’t know anything about it cause it’s ✨make believe ✨

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He was a little shit.

A beautiful, charming, irritating, little shit.

When Y/N has signed on for this team, being the medic was something she had been passionate about for years. Having her own accident and making it so she couldn’t properly play anymore, it was her mission to still be involved in the game so how. Y/N’s own injury and healing process had her become more and more interested in the profession, and here she was.

It wasn’t everything she had dreamed of, as nothing ever was, but it was good. She got to sit field-side every game, close to the action. And every injury she got first look at. She helped the guys with their stretches, their previous injuries and keeping them from Re-injuring themselves, taking care of them and making sure their physical shape was the best it could be.

In general? She was happy. But there was one man who was a thorn in her side and a pain in her crotch.

Harry Styles.

The man who decided it was his personal mission to follow her around like a puppy dog. Popping up in her singular moments of peace during game day. Texting her and asking about very, very small twists of ankles and giving her the ‘🥺 maybe you should come and look at it…’ whenever he did so.

Not to mention his complete and utter want to get into her pants.

Now it wasn’t as if she couldn’t handle a few sexual jokes. Y/N was a big girl and knew 99% of the time, the guys on the team knew their limit. And Harry? Harry, in reality, was a gentleman. Never touched her inappropriately, ever. But the problem was… she kind of wanted him to.

There was no actual clause against staff members and players being together or hooking up. Nope, just frowned upon. Maybe a slap on the wrist. However Y/N knew, she knew that the moment anyone caught wind of her potential affections for any team member or acting on it? It would end with everyone thinking she slept with them to get the job.

Y/N worked long and hard. Tireless hours for make sure these men were healthy, fit, and at their best. She wouldn’t sleep with anyone for any job, and she was actually respected by this team which was something a lot of women weren’t in this field. She could not and would not throw it away for a good dicking.

Fuck, did she want to sometimes.

—-

Harry had these hands. The perfect hands, in her opinion. Big, strong with thinner fingers. Long fingers. A good sized palm, not overly veiny, just perfection in male hand scales. Luckily (or unluckily, whatever way you’d put it) she got to handle them often.

“S’sore today, doc.” He winced, sitting on the table in front of her. Harry’s wrist throbbed. It was rainy, and it was usually a wreck when it was the perfect condition. The ache was annoying, and he knew she had a solution.

Her lips pouted softly as she gently took the hand in place, thumbing over the part of the wrist where rhe injury had occurred. She had learned a while ago where to press, how to rub and get it to lessen before she wrapped it up. “Yeah… old injuries tend to never let you forget.” She sighed, pushing her glasses up into her hair.

Harry never could get over how fucking gorgeous Y/N was. From her nose to her lips, the pretty sparkle in her eye, the curve of her hip… he was obsessed. Not to mention the fact that she was so gentle with him. So kind and sweet, though he knew he got on her nerves with his teasing sometime. She could handle it and he always tried to watch to make sure he wasn’t going too far, but he couldn’t help it.

He was a silly boy with a bit fat crush.

Y/N didn’t bite for any of them. Everyone had attempted when she first came on, testing the waters. Her pretty face was welcome to all the blokes in the team, and there was something incredibly attractive about a woman who could heal. Nonetheless, she never gave in to anything.

In Harry’s case, he knew it was different. He could see her smile at some jokes, see her get the bumps on her skin when he brushed her a certain way. But she avoided the eye contact. Avoided the touches. And it drove him mad.

Of course she wouldn’t know he had actual feelings for him because he was a giant coward most of the time. He hid his affection in the dirty jokes and the teasing squeezes of her waist and teasing. He was a thick skinned man but a full rejection form her would hurt.

Her soft fingers gently massaged over the wrist, making him groan. His head tilted back and he let it out, hissing slightly when she pressed too hard. “Oooh, don’t worry sweetheart. Y’know I like it to hurt a little.” His wide smirk made her roll her eyes huffing under her breath.

Y/N was not having a great day. She had been harassed by an Ex all fucking night over her new job. Making all the damn assumptions that she was getting ‘trained by the team’ in a much more vulgar way, and she had cried half the night. To say she wasn’t in the mood was an understatement, but she was trying.

Harry was not what she needed today, because it made her feel worse. Her blatant attraction to him made her feel guilty. She should be professional and leave it with. The way she had squeeze her legs tighter while he groaned didn’t help her case. The ugly words of how they’ only kept her around for a potential fuck’ was ringing in her head.

Harry though, he was a little oblivious. Her hands were so talented, and he didn’t watch her face for once as she hit a good spot again and he let out another remark.

“Jesus, that’s good. Do those magic hands work everywhere?”

That was the straw that broke her. It wasn’t his fault necessarily, he was just playing. But her eyes watered, hand yanking away as she turned from him, walking over to the bench. Trying to compose herself was hard as the tears burned so hard in her eyes, hands shaking slightly.

Harry startled, not used to that. She never flinched away like that, never ignored his remark and walked away. Usually told him to fuck off, rolled her eyes, something. But the energy in the room immediately shifted and he was uncomfortable. What had happened?

Cautiously, he cleared his throat and stood up from the bench, licking over his dry lips as he spoke again. “Uh… Y/N?”

“S’all I’m good for, right?” She muttered under her breath. Frantically wiping under her eyes she tried to focus on the paper in front of her but she could feel Harry approaching.

He furrowed his brow, not sure if he heard correctly. “Wha-“

Y/N whipped around fast, eyes teary and wet. “I said, that’s all I’m good for right? Only good for my hands and sex and all that pleasure you can get from me?” She hissed. “Only good for a romp in the sheets and a pretty face to heal your wounds and put on band aids. Only good to make you get off and feel good and then what? I’m left here with nothing.”

The tears left her, her hands shaking as she grabbed her bag. Harry felt his stomach drop. Never, ever had he wanted to make her feel like that. Her crying? That wasn’t something he ever wanted to see again. He felt like he had taken a ball to the gut, hard. Those eyes he adored being full of pain, full of tears was his own personal hell.

“Y/N… wait, I’m so sorry, I didn’t-“ he tried to follow her to the door, stopping abruptly when she lifted a hand up to him. Her stomping had made him nervous. Now she was leaving without talking to him and he felt like a complete dick. It was their normal teasing, but he had crossed a line.

“Don’t. Just…. Just leave me alone. I’m going home.”

—-

As much as Harry had wanted to chase after her, he had already made her cry once. He wasn’t risking it again.

The icky, gross feeling in his stomach followed him all day. He was gutted. Not only has he apparently crossed a line with someone he respected, he had a fucking crush on her. The man was convinced no other feeling was worse than a crush being angry at him. Even if it sounded juvenile to place it like that.

Harry liked Y/N. He never ever wanted to make her upset in any capacity, let alone feeling like a sex object or violated. He prided himself on respecting women. And he had fucking failed. He needed to make it right, and fast.

He had found her address. In her employee file, and he knew that was bad but he needed to check on her. Regardless of what happened beforehand, she was upset by him enough to leave and go home and he wanted to make sure she was genuinely okay.

It was an overstep and Harry knew it. He had to try, though.

He arrived at her door step with a box of cupcakes and some flowers. Gently kicking the floor, he heard the door open and his heart broke a little more.

Y/N standing in front of him with swollen eyes. She had been crying, seemingly a lot. And she looked upset still. Though he expected her to close the door in his face and tell him to fuck off. But she didn’t.

Instead, she broke into tears again, throwing herself into his chest. Her arms wrapping around his waist, he nearly tumbled over but righted himself as he startled. Quickly he found himself recovering, wrapping his free arm around her and holding her. He was able to maneuver slightly and drop the cupcakes on her entry table, flowers as well before having his arms free.

“Hey…. Sweetheart, what’s the matter?” He whispered softly, gently placing a hand on her back. Rubbing it up and down, letting her cry into his tee shirt. It was worrying. Whatever happened was beyond him, but he wasn’t going to let that take away from the fact he had added and made it worse.

“I’m sorry.” Her muffled response was sobbed into his shirt. “I’m sorry for yelling… and saying you thought those things, you were playing and I…” she pulled back worth tear streaked cheeks and Harry’s look of pure concern making her lip wobble. “You didn’t do it. It was… he kept sayin’ that all the team wants is in my pants, and you make me feel guilty because you’re so…. Beautiful, and I never slept with anyone to get this job! Never. And then he wouldn’t leave me alone-“ she hiccuped, looking up at Harry as he caressed the back of her head.

“Who, lovely? Who wouldn’t leave you alone?” He asked with a calm tone. Of course he wasn’t. Someone was harassing her. And Harry would fucking take care of it. It boiled his blood to think of someone making her feel less than.

“My ex.” She sniffled again, slowly calming. Harry had that quality, she thinks. “He-He broke up with me for taking the job. Said… said that I was going to be a personal whore for all of you. And not do my job.” She took a shuddery breath. It was embarrassing admitting this to him, but he had been on the receiving end for a meltdown that wasn’t his to fix.

“Well, can I tell you something?” He brought his thumb up to wipe away some of the sticky tears from her cheeks. “You arent. You’re no one’s whore. You’re a respected, talented and intelligent member of our staff. You so happen to be incredibly beautiful, which obviously makes people find you more bewitching… but I know that we all look at you as a professional talent. They may have tried their luck at the beginning but you laid down the law quickly and they all understood.” He whispered.

“Me? I was trying my luck, because you’re incredible. And I think you’re lovely. But that isn’t a conversation for now. Let’s make some tea, hm? Relax. I brought you some cupcakes. I need to properly apologize for being inappropriate to you. Regardless if it was a joke…”

—

He sat next to her on her couch. The poor girl was better now, washing her face and a mug of tea in hand while Harry had helped himself to a vase and put the flowers inside. Carnations. He thought they were pretty, didn’t know the name until Y/N had fawned over them.

“I’m sorry for freaking out on you.” She said softly, her big sweatshirt swallowing her up. Before Harry could interrupt, she put a finger up. “I know that you were just playing, Harry. I let you flirt with me like that. And I enjoy it.” She could feel herself get warm in the face. “If you’ve noticed, I let you get away with it. I enjoy it. And you didn’t do anything out of line. I was sensitive… I was still raw and I hadn’t had much sleep because he had blown up my phone and regardless he was telling me things he said in person over and over again. So…” Y/N shifted in her seat and used her sweater paws to bring the drink to her lips. “When you came in… I felt guilty for finding you attractive. For liking what you said to me.”

Harry sat for a moment, quiet. So she had liked it…. And felt guilty. Now knowing the context? It made sense. For the life of him he was trying not to hold in to the fact that she enjoyed it, but he couldn’t. It made him excited.

“Okay. That makes sense. Usually.. I do a better job at reading your physical cues. Sometimes I can see something isn’t the right thing to say because you’re tense already. But I was in my own world cause you were making the pain go away and I felt good. It isn’t an excuse, though.” He gently grabbed her hand once she set down her warm tee, thumbing over the knuckles.

“I felt like such a dick. I still do. You know that? And it isn’t because I’m attracted to you. But it’s because I didn’t think about the position I’m putting you in by flirting.” He moved a little closer. “I would never try and jeopardize your job. I’ve been blinded by my own feelings for a while and I was trying to feel it out but I didn’t think to think it was because someone else or a group of people would look down at you for it.” He frowned.

It was so unfair. They wouldn’t care if he slept with her. But they’d ridicule her for sleeping with him.

“I just want to let you know now as well… I wasn’t trying to come on to you to have a hookup.” He hummed. “The feelings I’ve got are genuine. Alright? They aren’t just too get into your pants. And I never want you to feel as though that’s your only purpose. Ever. You have so much worth, and while I’m positive you don’t need me to tell you that, I want tok anyways.”

He was unreal. She really thinks so. How did a man just… be like him. He was a fan favorite and had charm but behind the scenes he was even better than anything they said.

“Yeah. I think I was afraid. Because… I’m the same, you know?” She shyly admitted. “You’re charming and I didn’t want to admit I let your charm get to me, but it has. It has very much. And I like you. I don’t know what to do about it, but I think it’s only fair I admit it myself as well when you’ve put yourself out on the line.”

Harry’s grin grew, dimples pocketing in his cheeks. She liked him back. His heart was ringing in his ears, the shy little look into her eyes making him want to explode. Fucking adorable girl making him feel such intense emotions…. It was incredible.

Thank god. He thought he was going insane.

“We don’t have to do anything in the sense of our job right now. But since we both know… would you want to explore it? I would say privately. Just get to know each other better. Talk. Hang out. Cook food together… maybe kiss.” He smirked slightly at the end, making her let out a laugh. Her laugh soothed his Damn soul.

“I think I’d like that.”

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Part II maybe? Who knows

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Shigaraki, Dabi, Shinsou and Kirishima getting caught.

Request: is it okay to ask for headcanons with Dabi, Shinsou, Shigaraki and Kirishima getting caught making out with their female s/o? - anonymous

Things are getting spicy *not really*. That’s all I have to say. Love yaa. 💖💖💖

rules

warnings: spicy times

Shigaraki Tomura

-He’s so touch starved.

-And as much as he dislikes touching others because of his quirk he still wants to be held.

-So when you two get together and he slowly gets a grip on this new situation he is at peace.

-Kisses are his favorite.

-Kisses are a very intimate action that can both be soft and dirty.

-He adored when you kissed him.

-He didn’t know much about affection but giving you a kiss when you woke up or when you came back from a mission was a must.

-Now, he is a male.

-A horny one at that.

-When your relationship reaches the stage of um NSFW content he couldn’t keep his hands off of you.

-When he couldn’t have you right then and there he would just kiss the hell out of you.

-Make out sessions with his crusty ass are a ride.

-He switches between teasing you with little nips to full out swallowing you.

-He never fails to make your knees weak though.

-You’ll be feeling your knees buckle as he has you caged between him and the wall behind the bar.

-He didn’t like the others seeing him being all soft for you so he tends to hide his affection while around LoV.

-Except Kurogiri.

-Kurogiri is his dad and he is proud to see his boy getting himself a s/o.

-Now back to the others.

-Dabi and Spinner maybe Mister Compress as well are all little shits that would most likely push him to his freaking limit and you’ll have to hold him back.

-Toga and Twice will be weird about it, Toga will fangirl over you two kissing while Twice will go from praising Shiggy *since you’re hot af* to asking him how much you scream when yall are doing the deed.

-They all are a headache for him and he hates how uncomfortable they make both of you feel.

-So it’s a really rare occasion when they actually catch you two making out.

-But one day Shiggy was feeling overly needy and you couldn’t do the do so he started kissing your neck and soon enough he had reached your lips.

-He backed you up to the nearest wall and pinned your hands above your head, raising one of your legs and hooking it over his waist.

-You were just as needy so you could only whine and let out small moans as he kissed you silly.

- “Oh god I’m gonna throw up from the crustyness- Awwww how cute.”

-Twice.....

-Shiggy jumped away from you but his kiss swollen lips gave him away immediately.

-The rest of the league filed in after him and their eyes were glued to your lips or your panting.

- “Getting freaky on a job? And then you say I’m a horn dog.”

-It was Dabi this time who spoke.

-The teasing came in from the rest of the team and you both slowly died from embarrassment.

-What was more embarrassing was that maybe just maybe Shiggy had gotten a little TOO excited and was now hiding behind you.

-Yeah kissing him was a roller coaster.

Dabi

-Salty bitch is also needy.

-Sure he may be trying to convince himself that you are just friends with benefits but that doesn’t mean he can’t kiss you silly.

-Does it make his stomach flutter when you kiss?

-Yes.

-Does he feel something warm stir in his chest?

-Yes...

-Does he feel at home every time you are on his lap, arms around his neck as you smile into your kiss?

-Also yes.

-What’s you point?

-Anyways, he really likes kissing you.

-Whenever you two are kissing you can’t really know whats in store for you.

-It may be a soft kiss, gentle and slow the type that manages to steal your breath away because you never would have expected Dabi to be this careful.

-Or it may be rough and dominant, your knees buckle by the sheer force he puts into the kiss and you are definitely getting ready for some spicy times.

-He isn’t against PDA like Shiggy, he can take the teasing and the disgusting glances he gets from the rest of the LoV but you rarely give in to his antics.

-Since you are just friends with benefits why should you?

-You have told him as such when he questioned your behavior.

-It hurts him in some weird way that he doesn’t like.

-Boy can’t accept the fact that he may be falling in love.

-So he ignores you just like you ignore him.

-Sure you have your special nights before missions but apart from that nothing else.

-You avoid each other like the plague.

-Eventually it gets to him.

-The sexual tension between you two is insufferable and the way he has to stay away from you is killing him.

-He wants to hold you again.

-God I’m soft for him.

-During one of your late nights you went outside for some fresh air because the atmosphere inside the bar was becoming suffocating from the cigarette smoke.

-That was his chance and he took it, trailing after you.

-You looked at each other for some time and I kid you not you didn’t know who moved first.

-Your lips connected and it felt so right.

-His hands roamed your sides as the kiss grew hungry and you knew what would follow.

-Then you heard the squeaking of the door opening and saw Toga at the entrance.

-Her eyes were glued on you two, Dabi’s eyes opening for a split second glancing at her before he pushed you to a wall and deepened the kiss even more.

-Toga let out a flustered giggle before going back inside.

-When you pulled apart for air, you were both panting lips red and swollen as your eyes never left the others.

- “I want to kiss you more often.”

-That was his way of saying he wanted something more than what you had right now.

-You just kissed him again.

Shinsou Hitoshi

-Poor baby is also a touch starved kitty.

-You know he loves you, he has told you as such many times while you were cuddling.

-The number of his hoodies that are now yours until they lose his s=scent is ridiculous.

-You wearing his hoodies was a way to say that you were his and he was yours.

-That didn’t stop people from hitting on you though.

-Many believed that Shinsou was plain old passive and maybe even weak.

-Everyone was aware of his quirk and what it could do so they assumed that he didn’t like using it because it would make him look villainous.

-So they took that into their advantage and hit on you mercilessly.

-You always pushed them away and roast their asses.

-They even have the audacity to flirt with you while Shinsou is close to yall.

-And it hurts his feelings poor baby.

-Did others really see him as not good enough for you?

-His insecurities get the better of him and he pouts for the rest of the day.

-Until you are alone and you cuddle the life out of him, peppering him with kisses and ‘I love you’s.

-You set out to scare his insecurities away with your affection.

-There are times though when his insecurities don’t come out.

-They are replaced by jealousy.

-And a jealous Shinsou is a horny Shinsou.

-He would drag you somewhere you couldn’t be seen easily and would just kiss the life out of you.

-Your leg is probed over his waist as his hand was squeezing your upper thigh.

-His other hand is buried in your hair as he nips at your neck, jaw , lower lip before he starts to kiss you again.

-You let out little moans as he continues driving you crazy.

- “Shinsou man wasn’t that your girl back there-”

-Kaminari.

-Of course.

-The lights went out when you two parted and Kami was faced with your flustered face and Shinsou’s swollen lips.

-He passed out like a second later, his face a beet red as little sparks left his fingers.

-It was hilarious and embarrassing.

-You had to apologize when he woke up but before you could do anything, Shinsou managed to pin you to the wall again and leave a very obvious hickey on the column of your neck.

-No one approached you after they saw that hickey.

-Maybe one or two tried getting with you again.

-The next day you appeared with another hickey.

-They got the message boo.

Kirishima Eijirou

-Hesitation?

-What is that?

-Don’t know her.

-His PDA game is so strong.

-He legit can’t keep his hands off of you.

-An arm around your waist, one of his hands in your back pocket, hugs from behind, small kisses on the cheek or pecks on the lips.

-The bakusquad is sick of it.

-And by bakusquad I mean Bakugou.

-Mina is excited for her friend, Kaminari is a dumb horny idiot so he doesn’t mind borderline enjoys it and Sero....is high so he isn’t really in touch with reality.

-So kissing you in public was common.

-Small pecks though.

-Making out sessions in public is a nono.

-You made that rule because you didn’t like the looks you were getting.

-Now if he suggests that you go behind the school for some one on one time you won’t so no per say.

-Sure you’ll hesitate but after a few soft kisses that lingered just enough to leave you wanting for more.

-You basically pounce on him.

-Once you are behind the school you don’t waste time before your lips are on his and the kiss is turning hungry.

-Hands under his shirt as his own hands roam your thighs.

-He may dip under your skirt for a fleeting moment making you gasp and kissing you harder.

-You never go further while you’re out in public.

-Public kissing is different form public sex.

-Much different.

-While you are kissing him everything zones out and he is the only thing you can concentrate on.

-Then you hear a choking sound and a high pitched squeal.

-Turning around you are met with a passed out Izuku and a nose bleeding Mineta who has zoned in on Kiri’s hand under your skirt.

-You have a stare off with the grape boy before the embarrassment sets in and you are hiding behind you boyfriend, shielding yourself from Mineta’s eyes as much as you can and bury your head in his shirt.

-Kirishima is still looking at Izuku who is passed out.

-Then he notices Mineta who is drooling over your legs that are peeking out from behind Kiri and he goes straight to protective boyfriend mode.

-He is grabbing your hand as he gives you a last kiss on the cheek and tells you to take Izuku to Recovery Girl.

-He will deal with Mineta.

-He too ended up in Recovery Girl sporting a black eye.

-Love this little shark with all my heart.

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5 year old Craig in a home movie meeting newborn Tricia: Why can't I be an only child again?

10 year old Craig watching the video : Good point, why can't I be an only child again?

Stan: I was at the park and a dog came up to me and put his head on my knee. I was really excited until his owner told me he was a support dog who could sense depression.

Clyde: If I was sick could I do THIS?

Token:... Are you gonna do something?

Clyde: Am I not doing cartwheels?

Token: No, no you are not.

Craig: I started dating a cheerleader.

Clyde:... What.

Craig: They're all practising in the gym right now. Wanna see them?

The gang follow him to the gym.

Tweek in a cheerleader uniform: Hi babe!

Craig: Told you I was dating a cheerleader.

Clyde: I almost had a heart attack.

Token: I hate you, Craig.

Wendy: Gregory, I'm in love with you!

Gregory: Oh Wendy, I'm so sorry to tell you that I'm a flaming homosexual.

Christophe: Gregory, you beetch! Get your big ass over 'ere so I can slap it!

Gregory: Coming!

Wendy:...

Stan: Wow, you didn't know they were gay, Wendy?

Nurse: Now I'm gonna take some blood for a sample.

Tweek: Okay.

Nurse:...

Tweek:...

Nurse:...

Tweek: Yeah it's always coffee at first but there's some blood in there somewhere.

Liane: Don't worry so much, Sharon. All kids get nicknames at school. Eric's is 'One inch wonder', whatever that means.

Token: Next bachelor is Kenny McCormick! Kenny has no job, no education, and a credit score of negative sixteen!

Kenny: This is cool, I hardly ever take the bus to school.

Stan: You hardly ever GO to school, dillhole!

Kenny: Oh yeah, I think you might be right.

Kenny: I took a job at the doctor's office because they give me a discount and I am packed with diseases.

Cartman's mic suddenly cuts out as he's screaming.

Craig: I can't tell if he rage quit or ate his mic.

Stan: I'm a triple threat: I eat like shit, I feel like shit, and I look like shit.

Tweek: Dad, why do you tell me so many pointless stories?

Richard: I like stories.

Garrison walking around the room lightly patting every student's head: You're overly emotional, you're gonna grow up real ugly, you have severe daddy issues...

Craig: Hey babe, can I use the latte art printer?

Tweek: Okay, but only if you don't print that meme aga-

Craig: Haha, nice cock!

Craig: Dad! Stripe just had babies!

Thomas: Dammit, Craig, I thought you being gay meant I didn't have to worry about any accidental pregnancies!

Kyle: Ike's insults are lame, he's called me a butthead four times already.

Sheila: Kyle, he's four. What do you expect?

Kyle: I just wish he was a little more dynamic!

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Talks Machina Highlights - Critical Role C2E127 (March 2, 2021)

Tonight’s guests are, of course, Ashley Johnson and Marisha Ray!

Marisha, on her thought process behind the date: “It was a fascinating study on designing something with another player in trying to navigating how to do that in a way that makes sense and wouldn’t be too metagamey or overly scripted or anything like that. I had a bunch of ideas thought out, then I just typed it out and sent it over to him, and then he interpreted it as such.” Liam had ideas, but Marisha wanted him to keep the details a surprise. The theme of “let’s start over” was the leading motif for the design. Three acts: pre-game cocktails at the Nestled Nook, picnic in a field of Xhorhasian wildflowers, and then close it with after-dinner drinks and hot tub at the Steam’s Respite. And the very last thing was “and all the cats were dogs”. Brian: “What was his response to that?” Marisha: “He texted me and was like, ‘Are you serious or is this dog thing a joke?’”

Ashley is asked what it was like to know it was coming but not know the specifics. “For both of us, I don’t think we thought it was going to be right then. I think because it’s been so long in the relationship between Beau and Yasha and it felt like such a natural progression for the two of them, and they’re both awkward together. I think there was something to just being thrown into it.” She spent time thinking about what things Yasha would talk to Beau about on a date. “We got to maybe one of them. It was just so fun! Exploring romance in D&D can be super weird, especially when you’re streaming. But it felt like that’s where our characters were going. There was that excitement of trying something that is out of my comfort zone, and I think so much of Marisha was part of that, as being the initiator as Beau, where I was like, okay, this is where it’s going it. Let’s do it, let’s see what happens!” She mentions how “fun and freeing” it is to trust your improv partner in something like this.

Marisha: “I just wanted Beau to be a fuckboi!” But she highlights that it’s hard to deny the deeper connections that come up in D&D scenarios. “They’ve been with each other through so much that it’s difficult to deny when those bonds start to happen.” She texted Liam in a panic before the game. “What do I wear? And he said, ‘In the game or in real life?’ Both!”

Marisha was expecting a Sam curveball at some point. “My/Beau’s reaction of ‘I love you!’ was pretty accurate. She does care! She’s not just a troll trying to ruin our shit.”

Marisha on Yasha liking dogs: “I clocked that shit when you bought a dog figurine.” She keeps notes about all the members of the party when they reveal things like that.

Ashley has started taking more detailed notes, partly to play catch-up for events she may have missed earlier. “Turns out, notes are very helpful and can help you in your RPing!”

Favorite parts? Marisha: “The fade-to-black moment at the very end, and I think it’s because Ashley’s eyes--maybe this is going to get weird--we had this moment where we were in the hot tub at the end, and I looked over and was like, ‘hey’, and you looked over and were like, ‘hey’, and I was just dead. I will never forget the look on Ashley’s face. There was just a pure moment.” Ashley: “That’s so funny, because I was going to talk about this one moment with Marisha. It’s just clicking into the scene and clicking into the moment.” Marisha talks about how the moments associated with the game have real, tangible emotional connections. Brian highlights that the emotional side of things is what you remember the most after the campaign is done.

Character thoughts on Kima? Marisha: “I was like, step on me! Please! Both of you! We’d be friends.” Ashley: “It’s also that nostalgia that feels so good at the table. These characters we know and love are still living and breathing and happy together and just kicking ass. For Yasha it was an amazing example of a relationship that works in this world, and something beautiful that these people who are different but are connecting. It was a lot of-- it was cool. I think Yasha’s a very big fan of Kima and Allura. When she gave over the sword, Travis texted me and was like, it’s the Holy Avenger. Looking it up and talking about it, it was like, holy mackerel, this sword is insane. But there’s going to have to be some conversations had to attune with the sword. But I like that Matt presented that challenge, that this isn’t necessarily in your class, but let’s do some RP and see what happens.”

Where’s Yasha at with the Stormlord right now? “I’m curious to explore that more, but knowing that the Stormlord was the first person to bring her back to her own will, of pulling her out of whatever was happening with Oban and the Laughing Hand for however long. It’s also weird to see the relationship that the clerics have, and I think Yasha’s still figuring out how to be her own person, but also... not serving somebody, but still trying to figure out that relationship with her god. But again, he saved her from a very, very dark place, and I think that’s something she values and holds on to.”

Cosplay of the Week: An amazing Essek! (Blushingvioletcosplay on Instagram)

How is Beau handling the Eyes? “All the theories! It’s hard for it to not feel like a ticking time bomb. I always have to try and separate my theories from Beau’s theories. That’s acting and shit. I, Marisha, am very interested if I can somehow utilize this to our advantage. Beau, also interested but simultaneously terrified that it might be a bad idea and I might just get further initiated. When it comes to Matt, you know there’s always something more lurking underneath all of this. As players it’s kind of our job to navigate that.”

How about Yasha? “I think it’s one of the things that didn’t really come up in the date, which is funny, because it’s something I was thinking about. Me as a player, that’s something I’m extremely stressed about. We don’t know what’s going to happen. We kind of got into it, but I think the fact that Lucien was listening, and the Eyes, I think it made me as a player as Yasha very nervous about interacting with Beau, because I don’t know what they’re picking up on. There’s so much we don’t know, and Lucien is so confusing, and the Eyes, and with Matt... we don’t know! It’s a point of extreme concern for Yasha, especially someone that she has feelings for and cares about, it’s an extra level of I don’t know what this means and I can’t lose this person, but I need to protect at all costs.”

What was it like for Beau to discover that Dairon and the Soul not only listened but took action? “That moment was so deeply powerful. Honestly, I was just as taken aback as Beau was. I never in both mine or Beau’s thought process did I think Matt would take action in that way, or that would ever be handled. And I think that’s what makes it so emotional. You condition yourself to think these things just happen, so much so that they permeate your D&D game. So rarely do abusers get held accountable for their actions. What was powerful about it was that he was, and other people cared. That alone was so emotionally impactful, and I was completely thrown by it. I feel like I had to walk away from that situation kind of unpacking those things. What does that say, what does that mean? Same thing for Beau, where the cycle of abuse has happened repeatedly to her with no repercussions to anyone who’s causing it. It’s why she’s always had a weird tenuous relationship with the Soul. It throws you into these layers of reconciliation and thought. I didn’t think this was going to be addressed. What does that say about society? So many different layers to peel back. It all speaks to so many real-life experiences that happen every damn day to so many people. There’s not many examples in media of abusers getting handled, and especially not in a way that’s not some sort of device to motivate somebody.” She highlights how rare it is that the abuser was handled without pulling the victim into the mess. I’m definitely not doing what she’s saying justice with my speed-typing.

How is Yasha feeling about solidifying her identity as a protector? “Putting together this character and starting to play as her, there was a part of me that wanted-- when I work on characters, you go through the list of questions you have as an actor, what’s your motivation and all that stuff. But I very much wanted to see if I could have a character that doesn’t necessarily know what their purpose is, because I feel like a lot of people feel that way. I think when we see movies or TV shows, there’s always a character who says, I know what my purpose is. I wanted to explore what it meant to not know what that is. I left that open with Yasha, and I didn’t want to set that for her, because I thought that was an interesting thing. I still like that idea, but in the conversation with Beau and knowing the date was coming up, there were a lot of internal conversations I was having of how is Yasha feeling in this moment. At the end of the day, I feel that’s a very solid purpose for Yasha in this moment, of all I can really provide is protection - and of course she can provide more than that. But now I’m just, yeah, I think protection for her is the best way she knows how to describe her purpose.” Brian: “And once we arrive there, the goal is to find a greater purpose, to be of service.” Ashley has tied in Yasha’s protectiveness with her grappling with loss.

Fan art of the week: A second amazing Essek! (by Saturday_sky)

Thoughts on the amulets: set-up or bad luck? Ashley: “I thought they were a set-up!” Marisha: “I think [Astrid’s] an opportunist. But I think it’d be much more convenient if anyone other than her killed Trent. To what end, I don’t know.” Ashley: “Me, personally, how I interpreted her crying in that alleyway, I felt like she was crying because of a betrayal. But I don’t know! I think she definitely cares for Caleb.” Marisha: “I also got betrayal tears. That felt like guilt-crying to me.” Brian: “I don’t like any of this.”

What prompted Beau going full assassin? “If they were to get in and out and I could have jumped over that tower without killing that guy, I would have.” She didn’t have a lot of options as a monk and not a rogue assassin, but needed a quick and quiet way to get him out of the way. “I went through so many ideas in my head. I thought of an idea to dump all of the ball bearings under him, then light fireworks” to try to get him to fall off the edge.

Is Yasha’s hope for Molly still alive? “Yes. I think that because Yasha has been on the other end of doing terrible things under someone else’s influence, she has a lot of forgiveness for people. At this point, of course, it’s hope that he’ll come back or have some type of recognition of his life as Molly. There’s a lot of questions. I don’t think she’ll ever give up on him.” The only moment of hesitation was when Lucien was cool with Gelidon leaving with Beau.

How are they feeling about their odds? Ashley: “I feel really great about the ideas that the group has to get out of tricky situations. This one I’m nervous about.” Marisha: “I agree. We have our little side player thread, minus Matt, and I don’t see how we’re getting out of this without some sort of compromise that’s not necessarily in our favor. I think we’re going to get out of it, but I don’t think we’re going to get out of it completely.”

Ashley didn’t tell Brian about the date after the episode ended, but wound up blurting it out right before he was about to watch the episode for Talks.

#long text post #critical role #critical role spoilers #talks machina #talks machina spoilers

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Hey, you seem like a fellow Sean enjoyer. Could I request a Sean x M!reader where they're patching up each other's wounds?

I've never written for a male reader before, but I'll try my best! I hope you enjoy! And yes, Sean is the most precious Irish boi who deserves all the love.

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They Call Us Dumb Cowboys

You and Sean decide to steal from a supposedly rich rancher. What could possibly go wrong? The answer, yes.

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When Sean came up to you and told you about some job he found, you were hesitant at first.

“That sounds too good to be true.” You told the Irish man as you were cleaning out your gun. He whined like a child and began to beg you to come with him. It didn’t take long for you to fondly smile and agree to tag along.

Here you were now, perched on your horses, and waiting for the sun to go down.

“Doesn’t look like many guys around.” Sean said while peering through your binoculars (he forgot his). You nodded in agreement.

In all honesty, you agreed to go on this mission because you wanted to impress him. Sean made you feel a way that you have never felt for any man before. Was it his youthful giddiness? His positivity? His adorable accent? His beautiful hair?

Who knows.

Either way, you could never tell him. He would definitely be a little weirded out and you didn’t want to harm this friendship. You were content for now.

A couple hours past and the sun went down. Now you and Sean were sneaking down the hill with guns at the ready (however, this is supposed to be a sneaky steal).

“So, what’s the big catch with this guy?” You asked the ginger ahead of you. He turned around with a glint in his eye and a smirk.

“Horses.” He replied, and you nodded. Stealing horses has been done before, so you weren’t that concerned. However, you still ran a hand through your h/c hair in nervousness.

You had a right to be nervous.

First off, apparently the rancher had no horses and the man who told Sean about this lied. There was only an old mule in the barn (which would be worth less than if they sold all the shit that Arthur has been carrying around).

Second, this rancher loved dogs and let them roam EVERYWHERE. Sean’s contact left that detail out as well.

And finally, the rancher himself awoke to all the barking and left a nice clean bullet wound in your left shoulder. (Sean seemed overly concerned for you and tried not to get all flushed over it).

“That could’ve gone smoother.” The Irish man said with a slight laugh as you both got out of the situation and ventured deeper into the woods.

“You can add that to my gravestone as well.” You wheezed as you plopped down onto the ground with a groan. Sean noticed your discomfort.

“You alright, Y/N?” There was concern in his voice, and it was the first time you saw a true serious look in his eyes.

“Never better. Just a bullet through my shoulder and some dog bites on my ass.” You replied with a smile, to show him that you were in fact okay.

He laughed like he typically does and said, “I got some arse bites as well. Jeezes! Those dogs weren’t playing!”

“No kidding.” You agreed while slightly rubbing your shoulder.

“Take your shirt off.” Sean said. You blushed and immediately shook your head.

“C’mon man! That wound needs to be treated!” He urged while sitting down beside you. You were hesitant. You only ever treated your own wounds. You didn’t like to appear vulnerable, especially in front of those who were important to you.

“A-alright...” You stuttered. “...but only if I can treat yours as well.”

He grinned and nodded.

You removed your shirt and allowed Sean to use some alcohol from his saddlebag to disinfect it. You hissed at the stinging sensation and he apologized.

“Sorry! Might sting a little...”

“Really?” You said with a playful grin which he returned. After a few moments, your shoulder was all patched up and he began to work on your dog wounds. You flinched every time his hand brushed over your thigh.

Finally, it was your turn to treat him. Sean was way better off than you with only a few nips on his calves. You began to repeat the process he did to you, ghosting over his skin, and barely touching him.

Sean had enough.

“Seriously Y/N, how do ya expect me to ask ya out when ya can’t even touch me!?”

You froze at his words and he began to chuckle.

“I’m not that daft, not like ol’ Arthur. I can see when someone is tailing after me.” He said with that charming smile of his.

You swallowed nervously: “So, you’re okay with this?”

You finished tending to his wounds and he turned to face you.

“Of course! Now c’mon, we gotta get back ta camp so I can take you somewhere we won’t get shot at!”

“Doubtful with you.” You retorted playfully. He laughed and shoved you in mock offense (careful of your wound).

You both then mounted your horses and headed back to camp feeling lighter than you’ve ever felt. So, the day ended well.

Even when Arthur scolded you both for your dumb behavior. Like a child, Sean slid you a playful grin when Arthur wasn’t looking. You returned it, and suddenly didn’t mind to go on another life-threatening mission.

Yeah, you guys were okay with being dumb cowboys, so long as it was together.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 x reader #sean macguire #sean x reader #sean macguire x reader #sean macguire x male reader

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ssatoritendou · 3 years

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Old Spice, Breakfast, & Memory Lane

Pairing: Itadori/reader

Yuuji Itadori

+ summary: Yuuji takes notice that you slept in his sweatshirt. In which leads into a conversation about your future, and talking about your past as well.

Word count: 1.7k

Genre: fluff

Warning: hornee Yuuji

“___, you won’t believe what this cursed- Shit you are sleep,” Yuuji said putting up his hands feeling guilty. He switched to whispering. “Sorry, Babe.” He placed his hand on your head gracefully stroking your hair.

“She looks delicious to eat,” Sukuna said mouth appear on Yuuji’s palm licking the hair under his hand.

Yuuji slaps his hand to his face. “I thought I told you to never do that to her.” He growled.

“Too bad though she smells like you.”

“Just ignoring me fine. What do you mean she smells like me? She always smells fresh like a clean spring day, refreshing.” Yuuji smiled.

“Maybe because she is wearing that gross yellow sweatshirt of yours and smells like your old spice. I have to live with it every day for the rest of my life.”

Yuuji stopped listening to the demon living inside of him and looked at his beloved girlfriend wearing his yellow sweatshirt, that desperately needed to be washed.

He smirked. He got up from crouching and took off his uniform. Slipping into bed behind you wrapping his arms lightly.

You wiggled up against him. He groaned when you did that but he suppressed that thought letting his chin rest on your head.

“No talking for the rest of the night you. She needs her beauty rest.”

“You can say that again.”

As much as Yuuji wanted to fight Sukuna for even muttering another word, he didn’t want to go wake his sleeping angel.

There were only four things that woke up Yuuji. 1) the bright sunlight pouring into his room when he forgot to roll his shades down. 2) Nobara when they need to go on a mission. 3) a wet dream. 4) the smell of food being prepared.

This morning it was the smell of breakfast. He could smell the eggs and sausage being cooked on the small hot plate. He sat upon his bed, fixing his pillows. He found himself staring at you in all your glory still wearing his sweatshirt. He let his eyes stop at your ass and his head fall to the side as he leered your round cheeks peeking out of the grey sweat-shorts.

“Morning Yuuji.” You said without turning around.

“Morn’ baby.” He said in a gravelly morning voice.

You turned your head slightly to say, “breakfast will be ready in minutes.”

“Thank you, baby.” He chuckled as he putting arms behind his head. “Do we have any syrup?”

“Yuuji you think I don’t already have it out for you?” You said to point your spatula towards his bed tray with a bottle of syrup already on it and a small glass of apple juice.

Now you were putting the food on his plate. Turning around with the tray in hand which was set up beautifully, his silverware wrapped in a napkin, his apple juice had a straw in it, a bottle of maple syrup to drown his eggs and sausages in, and a small vase with some wildflowers that grew on the jujutsu tech property.

You did this every time he came back from a long mission.

It was your way of telling him you love him, happy that he was safe and thankful for him.

“Thank you, angel.” He said picking up your hand and kissing it.

“How was the mission?” You asked.

“It was fine. The cursed spirit was weird looking. It was yellow, this was the first yellow cursed spirit I have seen. It looked like a Picasso painting."

You nodded understanding his description. You have only seen them briefly in high intense situations but you don't see them as frequently as your friends.

"It is not like I look forward to them. We are just doing a job and trying to find the fingers as well.”

He started to shove more food into his mouth syrup dripped down onto his chest. “You want to clean this up?” He asked in a flirty tone.

You only rolled your eyes picking up the napkin wiping his chest.

“Worth a shot right?”

“You know I love when you are overly flirty.”

He laughed. “I love it when you wear my clothes.”

“Oh, you noticed?”

"Of course I noticed, I notice everything about you." He said playing with your fingers resting on his leg.

“You even smell like the rat. That god awful old spice body wash and body deodorant.” Sukuna chided into the conversation.

“Stay out of this Sukuna.” You said picking up a sausage sticking it in the demon’s mouth. The demon willing took the sausage and chewed on it.

“You looked so cute last night,” Yuuji said. “I wanted to wake you up and tell you how pretty you look.”

He put his hand on your cheek as you rested against it. “I just can’t see myself ever living without you.” You said.

“Hey don’t think that way. I’m always going to be here. I need you to know that.”

“Yuuji…”

“___ baby, if I weren’t a jujutsu student we would’ve never met.”

That was true. You were Mei Mei’s niece. No clue how it was possible but your parents were both sorcerers and passed away at young age doing their job. Mei Mei became your parent. She never stayed in one place because of her job. You never developed curse energy. Mei Mei was thankful for that. Jujutsu Tech offered you, board. In return, you helped around the grounds.

You remembered the day you met Yuuji.

He and Fushiguro were hanging out by the open concrete archways. He had been sipping an apple juice pouch overly petting Fushiguro’s demon dog. You had been tending to the garden when the carton of apple juice had landed into the bush. You picked up the pouch and stomped over into their direction.

“New blood?” You asked Fushiguro.

“____ this is Yuuji Itadori. Sukuna’s vessel.”

“Yeah, idiot Satoru mentioned it in passing. He never gives the full explanation.” You said grunting.

Itadori was sitting there starring at you during a brief conversation with Fushiguro, finally speaking up when there was a small silence. “That is the most I have ever heard him talk.”

You laughed a little bit. You smiled turning towards him, “Itadori is it?” He nodded. “Keep your trash in the trash bin or live to regret it.” You walked away.

“Who is she?” He asked Fushiguro.

“Thats ____, ___. She is a sorcerer's niece. Her parents were sorcerers. She was raised here for the most part. I’ve known her for a long time. She doesn’t have cursed energy she is normal. But Gojo did teach her how to fight. Be afraid.”

It wasn’t long after that he “passed away” but you were cleaning some of the rooms and you heard a movie playing and walked in and saw Itadori sitting there sipping on his 4 can of soda holding a stuffed bear by its head.

“Itadori? How? I thought—you should be dead.”

“Trust me I don’t understand it either. But no one can know. A small number of people know.”

“So I can’t tell anyone?”

“Exactly.” He said with a thumbs up. And then the stuffed bear knocked him in the face.

You laughed so hard that your insides started to hurt.

Itadori pulled the stuffed bear off of him and got it to calm it down to sleep. He started staring at you again. He started laughing too.

“You want to watch movies with me?” He asked.

“Sure.” You said sitting down and eating some of the chips and drink what was left of Itadori’s soda. “Sorry about that. I haven’t really eaten anything today.”

‘Inadvertent kiss.’ He thought for a minute looking at you in the eyes making an awkward silence in the air. “Uh..yeah it’s fine. What do you want to watch?” He gestured to a stack of DVDs.

You scanned the titles. “Let’s watch Scream.” You said holding up the case.

“Really a horror movie?”

“You fight curse spirits every other day. This is nothing.”

“I just don’t want you getting scared.”

“Pfft.” You said.

You hated to admit it but Itadori was right you did get scared. Only when it was gross. You shoved your face into a pillow.

“You can come over here if you want.” He said looking away from the tv and your direction in general. You moved over closer to him. Over time while watching the movie he put his arm across the back of the couch slightly touching your shoulders.

When the credits started rolling you said. “Itadori if you wanted to ask me out or kiss me you could have.”

“What?”

“Never mind then.” You sighed.

“No no no…I do want to ask you out just didn’t think you would say yes.”

“You don’t think highly of yourself?”

“…I don’t usually have any luck with the ladies.” He said rubbing his head.

“Consider this lady impressed by you.” You giggled.

Itadori leaned down and kissed your cheek.

“You missed.”

“What do you mean I missed?”

You turned your head to him and straddled his lap. “I mean you missed.” You kissed him on the lips.

He was a little stunned by your boldness. He wasn’t sure what to do at first. But soon he melted into the kiss soon putting his hands on your waist.

You pulled away.

“So are you my girlfriend?”

You rolled your eyes. “Of course dumbo.”

Now you were here laying in his bed holding onto him to dear life. Tears were rolling down your cheeks and you were sniffling.

“Angel it will be ok. I can handle myself. You have seen me fight.”

“Yuuji I know that. It’s just the ending…”

“That’s a long time away.”

“Yuuji it’s going to happen. I don’t know what I will do if it happens. Yuuji if you fully turn into Sukuna I might try and save you from our friends.”

“___…”

“Yuuji it’s you. If there was a chance I could save you….” You couldn’t even finish the thought your face started to crumble.

He picked up your face. “___ I understand if it were you I would fight off everyone any way I can.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I promise everything will be ok. We will be ok.”

You nodded your head in his hands.

“Come on little lady let’s watch a movie together.” He pulled you closer to him.

“Scream?” You asked.

“Oh yeah definitely Scream.” He chuckled. Putting the movie on. “I love you ___.”

“I love you Yuuji.” You pecked his lips. He squeezed you in returned.

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hellyeahheroes · 3 years

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Robin(2021) #1 Review

Opening this comic with an assessment of a character that I have no choice but to agree with is a cheap way to score points with me.

Anyways, we caught heat for being unfair to this story since it was announced because all of us wanted it to be a Cass story since forever. And it became yet another thing Damian absorbs. I mostly ignored it because I’ve always been open about my disdain for the character and his fandom for nearly a decade. I never liked Damian because put these characteristics on a non-white passing character, they’d be dead inside of year. Then again I hate almost all of Grant Morrison monstrosities.

Regardless, new story who dis is in full effect here. We open this bad boy up with Damian gone missing and the Batfamily searching for him. Nightwing tried asking Damian’s old Teen Titans team and they obviously don’t know and probably hope Damian is dead. Tim checked Arkham Ruins(???) and Damian wasn’t there. I honestly don’t think Tim was trying to find Damian. Steph and Cass checked Damian’s farm and Steph concluded Damian has been there at least because while Damian may be a little shit, he loves his dog and pet bat dragon. Barbara checked facial recognition pings and his transactions and dude is an IRS nightmare.

Damian is missing. Bruce is worried that maybe making a violent murderous preteen Robin raised in a cabal of killers to be chief murderer was a bad idea and is worried. Barbara ensures him that they will find his son and we cut to Damian fighting Snake guy in some musty ass fight put somewhere. Because of course it’s a musty ass fight pit because while the story is well drawn, it never claimed to be not cliche.

Damian hands the scrub his ass and it turns out Damian is trying to earn a marker to participate in some tournament. I liked this panel.

Not because of the artist flex of changing the art style, but it establishes Damian with a relatable hobby, reading manga. And not just a Shounen as you expect him to read but a slice of life manga which kind of puts his life in perspective. Also the lesson in the manga is reflective of what happens in the comic. Damian’s mastery is reflective of how he sees Hana. Hana decides to go beyond what her masters taught her. She decides to innovate and make her art her own. And that’s indicative of another flaw of Damian: Damian leans of the prestige of his teachers. He is the student that replicates the style 1:1. He wants to inherit Batman’s mantle, but doesn’t want to shed his teachings that he is proud of. And it comes down to this idea that Damian refuses to innovate and adapt because he is hiding behind his masters.

This panel saved the story so good job.

And after a talk with dead Alfred, it’s revealed that Damian is on this journey as a way to mirror Bruce’s journey into becoming Batman. It’s his way to iron his resolve without a catalyst to find a need to. It highlights his naïveté. He thinks that he can just simply copy the steps and get the same results.

Regardless what happens next simultaneously undermines the story or the impact of it.

Okay, when you think of Martial artists in DC, you immediately think Batman, Shiva, Deathstroke, Black Canary, Bronze Tiger, Richard Dragon, and Shiva. Why I said Shiva twice? Because Shiva is the pinnacle.

So to reveal that three premier martial artists in the universe are not only not participating but they were paid off to not participate, cheated out, or were subbed in as an entry replacement, it undermines the promotion. It’s like going to a Beyonce Concert only to find out that between the words in small print Beyonce and Concert was ‘s Sister’s and now you are watching Grammy award winning Solange. Sure, it’s an unique experience but it ain’t Beyonce.

And also, there is no amount in the world that would keep Shiva away from this tournament if it’s as prestigious as it’s led to be. Let’s be real. If anything, it’s far more likely that she saw the roster of scrubs and decided to make some scratch.

There are two characters that I recognize: Connor Hawke and Rose Wilson. I am not familiar with Connor so I am not sure if he is out of place. Rose is fine but y’know, scrub. I’m sorry Rose Wilson got her ass handed to her by Cass in the previous universe. There is no universe where I take her seriously in a fighting tournament to crown greatest fighter because the ass stomp was so thorough that Cass was beating Slade’s ego by proxy.

Back to the comic, Damian interrupts the host and basically is the fighting tournament trope of overly confident disrespectful guy with too many accolades which he will proudly tell you about them. What I like about this is the nice nod to the previous manga panel. Damian is not a great fighter. There I said it. Damian’s ability hinges on the idea that he was trained by the greatest killers and Batman but the issue is that name prestige doesn’t make great fighters. Too many times, comic books overly rely on this idea of fighting being a what you know and not being a game of not getting hit and getting hits in. It does not matter if Damian is trained by the League and Batman and it’s questionable as to how much Batman taught him in the first place. Hence why we see Damian with a sword or staff to compliment his lack of range. Damian can’t read muscle twitches like a Cass or Shiva so he has a normal reactive response and comics never highlighted his ability. The most impressive thing I’ve seen Damian do is catch a Batarang which is something I’ve seen Tim do. Damian overly relies on the idea that his teachers taught him to be the best when they simply taught him to survive in a fight.

“But why does Cass get away with it?,” you ask. Cass has this broken hax that is reading muscle twitch and immediately knowing the instant of what you are going to do before you do it or decide to do. Cass doesn’t need range because to her, you are screaming your intentions. She doesn’t need to block an attack when she can just parry. She doesn’t need to step back when she can just step forward while slipping all attacks. She is an autistic savant at fighting with an absolute defense. Damian is just another badass teen in a world of badass adults.

And the humbling of Damian begins...again.

Pros:

-Damian’s new costume. I like that he is branching out and starting to own his own colors. It’s nice.

-Using a character flaw to make it a theme. I like Chekhov’s gun via teachable moment. In tournament arcs, what separates the good ones and the bad ones is the idea that the hero simply must overcome their opponents and not their own self. This is why Yuyu Hakusho is awesome.

- Great art and nice continuity. It’s nice that Damian’s past wasn’t ignored for once and they didn’t just throw his Teen Titans characterization down the tubes. Say what you want, but it was arguably Damian’s longest run in spite of his fans hating it. And contrary to what they believe, it was very much in character for him. My fear going into this that Damian would not face any fallout and lo and behold he ran away.

- it’s a good start for a Damian story. Say what you want, but it’s unique in that the little shit gets his comeuppance immediately. And not that just by losing, but by dying. Damian has killed before and readily justifies it because he never realizes the weight of taking someone’s life. He’s been killed before but those were painted in a way that he is valiant. Here, this is death caused by his own arrogance. He mocks a fighter for talking shit and gets murked while talking shit. He spouts names of his own teachers and expects people to care or be weary as if Rose Wilson and Connor aren’t there. It’s a tournament sponsored by the League of Assassins, Damian. They have been taught by the league too.

Cons:

-Look I get promotion. No promoter is going to undermine their product but the fact that this tournament reeks like ABA is killing my interest to give a shit. It’s a convenient caveat to say that, “Well, a character won this so they can have the title but the title doesn’t mean anything.” I know of regardless of whom wins this, they aren’t the best. Go ham or don’t at all.

-not enough emphasis of the importance of this arc. Why even have this tournament? What’s the prize? What’s even the point?

-While the art is nice, the action is framed poorly. I like physical action like this to be nearly choreographed in a way I can see and piece movement in my head. The two fight scenes we get are somewhat disjointed in that it’s just poses. For example, Flatline’s first kick makes no sense at all and I don’t get her follow up. Trying to picture the movement hurts my head and in an action concept like this, it’s best to frame action scenes as more than doing poses. Here is a good example:

This only emphasizes the action and gets the reader to acknowledge that this a tournament of great fighters or at least a great fighting story.

All in all, do I think this story is off to a good start? Yes. Is it going to change my opinion on Damian? Hell no. My reaction to Damian getting his ass handed to him was this.

The issue is that it never sticks. Damian can learn and be a better person but the development never sticks. It becomes a cyclical series of events because whoever writes him next will just keep writing him as this shitty entitled murder rich kid who never learns anything and gets validated somehow. It’s been over a decade and I’m tired of the same excuses of his shitty behavior. I am tired of writers validating it or excusing it.

Damian losing isn’t an outcome I care for because it’s wasted on him. Honestly I am more interested in Connor and Rose being there. I have no faith that it will stick nor does it undo the shitty idea of the character. I have never wanted to see Damian fight. It’s never been fun to read about nor has the impetus of his character emphasized the ability or style. Placing Damian in an Enter the Dragon style tournament lacks the pizzazz of Cass doing the same thing. For example, let’s try Marvel.

Let’s say someone pitches an idea of a tournament arc styled after Game of Death. Immediately you think Martial Artists non-powered. Danny Rand, Daredevil, Elektra, Shang-Chi, Pei and Colleen Wing. Okay, instead of giving those characters the honor, you give the story to Black Cat. Honestly, I’d read it because Felicia could sell me a documentary on grass and I’d buy it but the point stands, why does Damian have this Bruce Lee inspired Martial Arts story versus the actual Chinese or East Asian Martial Arts focused member of the Batfamily, Cassandra Cain?

But this has nothing to do with what could have been. It’s a fun beginning of a possibly fun arc. In that regard, it delivers but what’s the point?

Like I said, fun story.

@ubernegro

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