#don’t get me wrong buddie is always my number one but

[tommykinard6]

I don't mean to pile onto your bad day but I've been seeing a lot of creators on tiktok complain/compare the bucktommy and henren tags/fic count on ao3 because there's almost more bucktommy fics then there are henren fics. The number one claim is always that bucktommy writers are racist because we don't write for henren. But like, that's not correct at all? People can write fanfiction for whatever they want to. If they want to see more henren stuff then they can write it on their own.

We can coexist without fighting each other. I'm just tired of people screaming about how bucktommy is anti this or anti that, when we're just vibing by ourselves and don't want the drama but the drama finds us anyway because Sucky People are loud and get heard the most.

You’re good, anon. It actually gave me something to think about during work.

As a quick disclaimer, before we begin, I’m not a POC. I am not speaking for anyone in the Black community and am not attempting to speak over them. My following thoughts are as a queer woman-ish who is also a writer.

I think it must be noted that Hen and Karen have been overlooked since day one. The fact that Buck coming out made it the “gay firefighter show” when we’ve had a beautiful canonical lesbian couple since the very beginning? Is only proof. Is this proof of racism in the fandom? Maybe. Quite possibly. I would argue that it comes from a misogynistic point as well.

If you look in any fandom, regardless of the color of their skin, any wlw ship is horribly overlooked. I’ve done some tag searching on ao3. Straight and mlm ships battle for dominance while there are canonical and fanonical wlw ships that have a drastic difference in numbers. This isn’t a good thing. But it’s an experience that spans fandoms.

I find it sad that BuckTommy has almost more fics, with only two episodes under their belt, than Henren with 7 seasons. However, this isn’t a reason to hate on BuckTommy. The ship didn’t do anything wrong. Comparison is the thief of joy and it’s also rage bait. I think that some creators simply are using anything they can to hate on BuckTommy. Which that makes it sadder, that they aren’t concerned about Henren other than pushing their own agenda.

This isn’t to say all creators who are speaking about this are doing this, but I guarantee some are.

Now, let me speak as a writer.

As someone with 62 published fics on ao3, I write almost exclusively mlm ships. This isn’t because I hate women. And as a queer woman-ish, don’t even start about homophobia. But for some reason, I find it so much easier to write men than I do to write women. This is true for straight and wlw ships and also just in general. I love Henren, but I don’t have the faintest idea about how to write them.

It’s hard enough to write as it is and I’m already writing on ships that are easy for me. I try to write women and it just hasn’t come out right. I want to challenge myself, branch out, and maybe I’ll write for Henren to do that. But I say all this to point out that for some people like me, writing some ships and demographics of ships are just a little more difficult.

That leads me into something else.

I, as a white person, worry about accidentally writing non-white characters wrong. And this was reinforced not too long ago when we had that whole thing on ao3 with deliberate racism in 9-1-1 fics. If anyone has resources or advice for writing non-white characters, I would love to hear that! The last thing I want to do is cause any harm.

I feel like I’ve spoken a lot about me, but that’s because I can’t really speak for anyone else. I can only speak from my experience.

We already have a ship war between BuckTommy and Buddie. We don’t need to pit more people against each other. I think we can love BuckTommy while agreeing that Henren needs to be seen and appreciated and treated equally.

End note to say: I tried to speak as delicately and as sensitively as I could, but if anything came out wrong, please feel free to point it out (kindly). Again, I speak for no one but my very little section of the world. I’m interested to hear what people of other backgrounds have to add!

#911 abc #911 show #9-1-1 #tommy kinard #bucktommy #evan buckley #lou ferrigno jr #911 season 7 #tk6 answers #oliver stark #henren #henrietta wilson #hen wilson #karen wilson

[mikereads]

BI BUCK!!!! Bi Buck! I repeat bi Buck. We are winning.

“I’ve never been on a date with a dude before” I’m screaming!!!!

#evan buckley #911 abc #911 #tommy kinard #we are winning truly #not only for BI Buck I mean bi Buck but also the chemistry #don’t get me wrong buddie is always my number one but #this storyline is not only really nice and refreshing but really good #and I’m not gonna lie I really like it #and it’s great finally seeing him with someone he has chemistry with #and not gonna lie I like this pairing and am excited to see where it goes #Buck x Tommy #Tommy x buck #bi Buck

[hyewka]

soobin + humiliation kink + hes such a perv

priorities, you perv | c.sb ࿐

⭑ synopsis. a blind date? oh thats immediately pushed aside just for the addictive high you get off messing with your roommate, who seems to be more pouty than usual tonight for whatever reason.

⭑ warnings. sub perv soobin, panty sniffing, underwear used as bondage kinda, handjob, fuck buddy roommate au, humiliation kink sortaa, dacryphilia, vibrator, bunny/pup petname, not proofread, use of goddess

Soobin’s been intent on following you around like a puppy this evening, all around the house, but the longer he keeps it up, the less it becomes cute and funny and the more it crosses into the ‘overbearing jealous boyfriend who isn’t actually your boyfriend’ territory. Because really, why the hell has he been acting like a pet with abandonment anxiety the day you have your blind date scheduled?

“You can’t come in my bedroom with me.” you finally say, flashing him a superficial wide smile, behind your door.

He abruptly stops, stumbling back like his mind really was on autopilot following you—then his face falls, brows knitting together. “What, why?”

“Because I don’t want your cooties all over my bed.” He isn’t amused, clearly, with a brow raised. You groan, it could be life or death and your roommate would still not choose to humor you. “I’m going to change idiot.”

“It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before?”

You click your tongue at him—he might have an amazing track record with academics, but sometimes it really is rocks for brains in there. “You’re not coming in Soobin, tough luck!”

In lightning speed he sticks his arm between the crack before you shut your door. “Wait, no, I wanna—I wanna help you pick something out!”

Now its your turn to raise a brow. Soobin? Help you get ready? He’d rather die of boredom.

You knew you weren’t crazy.

All day, hes been acting extremely out of character. Throwing you pouts during the one lecture you shared, feeling his eyes bore into you like he’s trying to burn a hole in your face, yet still spending money to buy you your favorite tiramisu even when he’s been sulking like you’ve wronged his entire bloodline.

The craziest thing is that you truly do not know a bigger cheapskate than Soobin. He’d chase a quarter in a crowd of people even if it took him all the way to Japan. So the tiramisu was a mind boggling investment. For you, let alone. It’s like he was bribing you.

He couldn’t have magically fell head over heels, it has to have something to do with the one thing different today. Your blind date.

You reach out to pat his head, mock pouting. He takes the bait anyway, lowering his head a little, looking so cute confused. It’s adorable actually, how quick he is to go with whatever you do.

“Aww Soobie, it’s okay, I promise you’ll always be my number one good boy. You really don’t have to be jealous and act out.” you tease, intentionally using baby talk to agitate him a lot more than it would’ve.

He scoffs loudly snapping his head to the side, bewildered this is the direction you decided to take things. “What? Jealous? Jealous? Jealous of what? I’m not jealous.” You stand there wearing a skeptic look on your face and a cross of your arms over your chest.

He wags his finger at your face like he can’t believe your audacity, dryly laughing (which really just sounds like a bunch of scoffs stringed together). “You’re funny, I—I gotta give it to you Y/N, you should really try your luck with Hueningkai’s comedy group again. Is it a crime to want to support your roommate after being all too aware of her notorious losing streak with the dating world? I don’t think so!”

Ouch, the all too real call out. “Damn, okay asshole you can help.” you faux hurt, not missing the chance to flip him off before walking inside and leaving your bedroom door wide open behind you. Maybe his input will have you get to your date earlier. “By the way, I do not have a losing streak.”

————-

There are outfits you just think you’d never wear to a first date—your black bodycon with cuts at the waist was an absolute no-go, especially with it’s length. Then there was the crimson red shoulder-off that had your tits looking too full—that was a big no. You don’t even know how your blind date looks, you wouldn’t want to have a man you find sexually unappealing to find you sexually appealing. That’s always a cause for a migraine.

But the problem you’re facing right now is far greater than any migraine you’ll experience. Soobin seems to think every outfit you wound up coming out with is, in his own words, “too much”.

This one’s the worst of all. “It’s literally just ripped jeans and a crop top!”

“That’s the problem! It doesn’t even look pretty!” he splutters, eyes wide and a large pout on his lips.

“You want me to wear something pretty?”

He looks to the side, mumbling, “Whatever.”

It’s raining, you hear it pouring and you’re like, fifteen minutes late already. All for Soobin’s useless input. It’s not worth it, and you’re proven even more correct when you come out the bathroom with the outfit you picked out. White, tight, but flowy at the ends of the dress. Girly and especially tight at the chest, just like you know he likes it.

Soobins eyes don’t fail to shamelessly rake over your body, stunned, looking like a deer in headlights. He clears his throat, snapping out of it. “No, absolutely not.”

You feign innocence, tilting your head. “Why not? It’s pretty.” You make it more of a point when you turn around, acting like you’re just checking your outfit through your wall mirror, knowing damn well the horndogs probably salivating at your ass barely being covered.

“It’s too much.” he parrots again lamely, chewing slightly on his lips. “Change, you can’t go out like this.”

Okay, that sort of pisses you off, turning around with your arms crossed again to the boy sitting at the edge of your bed. He doesn’t have the right to order you around. “Yes I can, I very much can.”

Suddenly, there’s a switch—he cowers like a kicked dog. “You can wear whatever you want I didn’t mean to-”

You break into a grin all of a sudden walking towards him, shutting him up.

He gulps, sitting there, avoiding eye contact when you’re close. You prop his chin up, and he just lets you, forcing him to look you in the eye. God, he already looks stupidly entranced. “You’d hate for me to wear this, huh?”

“Yeah..” he admits way too easily, a little whine in his voice, brows knitting up. Cute.

“But you love the dress, don’t you?” you purr, caressing his face with your thumb.

Your phone suddenly rings and you’re pulled out of the moment for a second, glaring at it then back to your roommate who looks like he’s under some love spell. Yeah no, this is much more fun.

You ignore the call, letting it ring as you drag your thumb down his bottom lip and god how obedient he is just sitting there and looking up like you’re his deity.

“What?” you giggle at the way his breath hitches the further you trail your finger down his body. The switch right before your eyes, oh that transformation’s worth more than anything else in the world. Bunny’s horny.

“You’d love to take this off me, right? You’d love me tease you bit by bit, have my tits bouncing in the restrictions of them, just struggling to keep your hands from ripping it apart...” you trail off, finally getting your hand on his half erect clothed dick.

You can see him holding back, holding back from humping your hand, the one you just purposefully let rest on his growing boner. “Your date.” he reminds.

You quirk a brow, taken aback. “Want me to go?”

Suddenly, he vigorously shakes his head, “No, no, don’t. I want you, please.” The strain of his voice when he pleads—god it’s the sexiest, most sinful thing ever.

Shameless. Just the way you like him.

“Hm? You do? Don’t you always?” you tease, walking away to get something out of your drawer.

“What are you looking for?” he mumbles skeptically.

You gleam, pulling out the vibrator and turning it on, showing it to your unsuspecting roommate. “Let’s play with this.”

He frowns. “You know I can make you feel ten times better than that toy, you don’t need it.”

“Who says its for me?”

You enjoy the blush that trickles his cheeks, and how easily the tips of his ear turn red as he blinks rapidly to collect himself. His adam apple bobs up and down again, stumbling over his words. “God, you’re such a himbo.”

“W-wait!” he shrieks, suddenly covering the tent in his pants.

You halt, the vibrator only a few inches from his crotch. “Can—can you…” he sighs frustratedly, looking away from you, the steam coming his red ears has you curious, what’s he so hesitant for? “Can you take off your underwear?” Oh.

Of course.

Your lips form into a smirk, knowing exactly what he wants to do with them. Slowly, with one hand you pull down your panties and let them drop to the floor. His eyes are, despite having a hard time telling you what he wants, eagerly fixed on the black lace, you could see the bead of sweat that breaks from his forehead. Pervert.

You bend down to grab it, purposefully making a show of it and he just huffs. “Get with it already.”

You laugh, “You’re being so bratty today. Think you’re owed a fuck?”

He whimpers dejectedly, shaking his head. Mockingly, you wave your panties in front of his face like an owner wagging a bone in front of their dog. He’s so indecent he has the audacity to take a whiff when the garment is close enough. God, he really is absolutely shameless.

And you really need to relieve yourself. You’re trying to not rub your thighs too much.

You crumble the underwear in your hand, and coo. “Open your mouth wide baby.”

Soobin’s mouth falls open almost immediately, tongue lolling out, looking up at you expectantly so much so it would be endearing if not for the situation you’re currently in. You shove it in his mouth, cringing at the saliva that wets your fingers.

“This is how it started huh?” you near the vibrator on his inner thighs enjoying the way he sighs through his nose, shuddering. “Fooling your roommate into thinking you were a studious, innocent good boy but in reality you just snuck in the laundry room every night to jerk off with her panties. Disgusting.”

He moans wantonly around the fabric, his hair brushing over his eyes as you near the vibrator to where he actually wants it. His dick. Poor him, its probably weeping in his pants.

“Violating me like that without my knowledge— you’ll always be a bad boy.”

Again, he shakes his head hard, to the point your panties fall out of his mouth already. “No, good boy. I’m your good boy.” he pants, face flushed. How’s he so easily worked up?

You giggle, pressing the vibrator against his cock, having Soobin’s jaw fall slack. “Couldn’t even keep the underwear in your mouth for more than two seconds. You’d make a really good camboy, always wanting people to hear you moan and whine like a slut.”

“No, no, just want you. Just want you to hear me.”

That affects you more than you’d like, and you try to fight the blush that warms your cheeks. God damn Soobin.

But he isn’t even aware, if his babbles were any indication. He dips his head back, big hands digging onto your sheets as you run the vibrator up and down. “Fuck.” he groans, still keeping his eyes open to watch your chest. You know he’s trying hard to keep up the good boy act for you, so you throw him a bone.

He gasps when your hand goes down his pants to wrap around his cock, and it’s the cutest thing ever how he immediately melts. You’re sitting next to him, twisting and jerking off his dick with his head leaning on your shoulder when you’re supposed to be under an umbrella with a future dating prospect instead.

Who cares, that man you’re sure wouldn’t give you what he’s giving you.

“Don’t wanna cum yet, wanna fuck you f-first.” he breathes into your neck. “Please goddess, please. Want your pussy.” he begs dumbly, starting to lay wet kisses to your neck— hes just not leaving room for you to really hold back.

“Holy shit, you’re good.” you realize in awe, probably wetting your bed with how aroused you are right now.

“Then take me baby, take me how you want. You’ve been good, so good.” you slur, and he practically jumps onto you like an oversized bunny, having your back on the mattress and him hovering, pulling you into an open mouth kiss almost immedietely.

“You’re so hot, fuck, you drive me crazy.” he says rushed, kissing you again, melting his mewls and pants into it.

You feel the roughness of his hands playing with your tits already, kneading so desperately you think he must’ve been itching to do just that this entire time. You like it with him, how it’s so dirty and quick, but still passionate enough to keep you wanting more.

“Fuck, wanna see them, please, please.” he whines as he salivates even more, playing with your nipples through the fabric, cheeks red and flushed, pathetically humping your cunt with his boner. “No, be a good bunny and fuck me good.”

He’s sniffling and tears stain his lashes, yet he still nods obediently, humping your cunt like he’s just restless enough to not pull out his dick and put it in—it’s the hottest thing ever.

But eventually the fabric feels rough against your skin, and you hiss, taking it upon yourself to pull out his cock from his pants.

God, his tip is red, leaky— it’s gross, a testament to how he gets with you and you love it. “Come on baby—bunny, fuck me.” you look up at him with wide, doe eyes and it immediately has him nodding frantically, missing your entrance once before he completely bottoms out, suffocatingly filling you up in one push—you’ll just never get used to his size.

“Always so mean, you’re always so mean to me.” he dumbly babbles, tongue out as he fucks into you maniacally, getting lost in your pussy.

“But you’re in my cunt right now aren’t you?” you mock, knowing that’s always his end goal with you, his end prize.

You’re breathless, curling your toes the harder he snaps his hips. You’re used to how it is with Soobin, he’s always animalistic and unrhythmic, rubbing your clit like he has no idea what he’s doing. But that’s the fun in it, how inexperienced and pathetic he is.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum, are you? Are you?” he’s out of it, kissing your neck, biting, panicky as he nears his orgasm, that before you could respond, you’re already feeling his seed fill your cunt.

He can tell, he can tell when you didn’t get there so he’s already pulling your dress up over your tits, attaching his mouth on one of your nipples, pulling the other through his hands, playing with them till they become puffy and have you withering under him. “Fuck, fuck Soobie…just like that,” you moan, feeling his long fingers squeeze into your pussy, speeding up, trying to rip an orgasm out of you.

The tense of his arms, veins showing, cease once you arch your back and cum at getting a good look of his face— lips raw and red as he bit onto them for majority of the time, eyes wet and big, just silently begging you to cum on his fingers, you let yourself go, the tightening band finally snapping.

—————-

note. lol im not super duper confident but let me know how you guys feel about this one, feedback keeps me going

#txt smut #soobin smut #soobin fanfic #sub!soobin #perv!soobin #sub!idol #sub idol #sub txt #txt hard hours #yeonjun smut

[cevansbrat0007]

Sweet Tooth

Summary: Ari gets inventive when he finds himself in the doghouse with you. Be sure to check out the follow-up drabble, Sweet Tooth Deluxe!

Warnings: Smut, Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Arch Nemesis', Dominant Ari, Aprons, Arguments, Oral Sex (fem rec mentioned), Spanking (mentioned), Pussy spanking (mentioned), Pet Names, Cursing, Violent Thoughts, Minors DNI

A/N: Written for @honeygngergemini. Part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Ari leans back in his chair, one long leg coming to rest atop his knee as he levels a hard look at Officer Milton Foster. He scrubs a tired hand over his face, his mind working overtime to process what the young man had just said.

“But that makes zero fucking sense.” He grumbles, groaning when he sees Milton just shake his head.

“Aye, man.” The dark-haired deputy  throws up his hands. “You asked me where I thought you went wrong and I told you.” He turns in his office chair to spare a quick glance at his computer. “Do not shoot the messenger.”

“No one’s being shot, alright? I just don’t get the logic behind any of the shit you just said.”

Couple that with the fact that you’d been icing him out for the past several days for reasons unbeknownst to him – which had left him in a god awful mood. He missed you. Your laugh, your warmth, your smile. 

All of it.

Not to mention that deliciously curvy body that had been keeping him warm at night. He really missed that. More than than anything he needed a fucking kiss.

But you were ignoring him. And Ari had discovered pretty quickly that he didn’t like any of it. Not one bit.

So, he’d turned to what he felt like was his only ally in this god-forsaken town: the newly minted sheriff’s deputy, Milton Foster.

“So you’re really trying to tell me that the reason my woman is pissed at me is because I ate Charline Marshall’s pecan pie at the town potluck, liked it, and asked for seconds.” Ari smooths an annoyed hand over his bearded face. Trying to understand Bell’s Creek’s local politics could really do a number on a person. 

“And don’t forget that she purposely dropped your lady’s bramble berry pie on the ground.” Milton does a quick spin in his chair. “She tried to pretend it was an accident, but most of us know better. Charline Marshall has eyes for you and I think she might be ready to make it known.”

“I’m pretty sure that I couldn’t even pick that woman out of a lineup.”  

Milton simply shrugs before taking another spin in his desk chair. “You’ve got a lot of admirers, Mr. Bounty Hunter. A man like you blows into town…well, you’re downright exotic. Every single red-blooded woman under 75 wants a taste.”

Ari visibly shudders before crossing his legs at the ankle. He didn’t want anyone else. This particularly surly Bounty Hunter wanted you. He only wanted to eat your food. Enjoy your sweets. Fall to his knees and devour the fuck out of your pretty little pussy.

“Hard pass, buddy.” Your lawman sighs. “I didn’t know shit about the pie incident. I mean, how could I when she was barely talking to me or anyone at that party?”

“Not saying it’s your fault, big guy. Logically, what would you have been able to do if she had told you?”

Ari looks up at him, his piercing blue gaze never once leaving the young deputy’s. “I would’ve taken her back to my place and spent the rest of the night making her feel better. I would’ve done everything in my power to take my girl’s mind off that petty shit.”

“Mmm.” Milton murmurs as understanding suddenly dawns. “I really don’t wanna get too deep in your business, but your lady is like a sister to me.” He leans back in his chair so that he can kick his feet up on his desk. “We used to play on the playground together as kids. And full disclosure, she used to beat my ass.” The deputy chuckles as he begins to recount all the way you used to be a tiny force of nature. 

“I…can see that.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Anyway, I think your original plan was a good one.” 

“Meaning?” Ari leans over to take a sip of his now cold coffee. It tasted like shit anyway, even when it was hot. In fact he longed for you, his BIrd, to make him one of your little caffeine-infused concoctions – preferably while wearing nothing but his shirt. 

So he could also take a bite out of that luscious ass while you refreshed his mug. After all, he was a man who prided himself on his ability to multitask. 

“Meaning, you need to find a way to distract her while making your point.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, you’re a smart fuckin’ guy who set his sights on someone who could easily be the most stubborn woman in the whole damned state.” A smirking Milton offers up a salute with his can of Dr. Pepper. “That’s for you to figure out. All I can do at this point is wish you luck.” 

“Thanks.” Ari grunts, wishing that he had a better idea of what to do with you.

Oh, rest assured that he’d figure it out. You were too important to him not to. He just hoped you’d find it in your heart to take it easy on him for his mistake. 

The Next Day

You wake up to the smell of cooking sausage wafting into your room. It makes you smile as you stretch your arms over your head. Your stomach growls in agreement, subtly reminding you that you’d neglected to make dinner last night. 

Oops. You hadn’t meant to forget, it had just happened. Normally you would end your night with speaking to your Beast of a Bounty Hunter, who always made sure you ate. But lately, you have been both mad at him and embarrassed.   

Because at a recent town potluck, Ari had eaten your rival’s pecan pie. Now, you weren’t children, but this had also been after she’d purposely sabotaged your own dessert by accidentally dropping it on the ground. 

Charline pretended that it had been a mistake. But the way you’d witnessed her laugh after the fact. And then she’d fed your man, reveling in every minute. You’d known her pecan pie was dry, but Ari had seemed to enjoy it. So much so that he’d asked for a second piece. 

Which was fine, except it had hurt your feelings. And you hadn’t been sure how to relay exactly relay that fact either. So you’d clamped down. You’d bottled up. 

And as a result, your poor, sweet man was suffering. Which meant you needed to apologize. But you weren’t quite sure how to go about it. As you sit up, you vow to yourself to give him a call today. As soon as you sat down and enjoyed your breakfast.

And then it occurs to you. You weren’t the one cooking. Which meant someone was in your house. 

You spring out of bed and grab your Louisville Slugger that you always kept nearby. Taking a deep breath, you quietly make your way down the stairs, your trusty bat poised to take a swing at whatever moron who’d chosen to take up residence in your kitchen.

Baring your teeth, you crest around the corner on bare feet, ready to make your presence known. 

“You gonna hit me, Bird?” Ari muses as he adds a dash of salt, followed by pepper to whatever it is he’s got cooking in the skillet. Your flippin' skillet. “Is that really how this ends? You take me out while I’m being kind enough to whip us up some breakfast?”

Momentarily flummoxed you find yourself lowering your weapon in favor of taking in the scene before you. This man – your Bounty Hunter – was currently standing in your kitchen clad in nothing but an apron. 

Your apron. And yet somehow it fit him better

“Wh–what are you doing?” You ask him, letting your baseball bat clatter to the floor at your feet. You wouldn’t need it. You were safe with this man, but only to a point. “And how’d you get in?” You hadn’t given him a key yet. 

That was supposed to be a present for later. 

“Eh.” Ari shrugs, flipping a pancake with surprising skill. “Maybe I saw my gift and swiped it after the potluck. Maybe you weren’t listening to me and I couldn’t get a read on you, so I had to be an asshole and make an executive decision.” He turns away from you to drop a finished pancake on a plate, giving you a fantastic view of his perfectly muscled ass.

“You mad?” 

“N-no.” You respond as you feel your thighs clench. God, how you wished that you’d come down here wearing pants. “I was actually planning to reach out to you today. Can I ask what you’re doing?” You shiver as you feel your thighs grow damp, your traitorous pussy working against you. 

You should be mad that your Beast had broken into your house. Instead you were happy to see him with a much deserved apology ready to fall from your lips. 

“Making you breakfast. Chocolate chip pancakes, eggs, and sausage.” He adds another delicious pancake to the stack. “I’m gonna feed you, and then I’m gonna fuck you, and make you rethink ever ignoring me again.” He purrs, the intoxicating rumble coming from somewhere deep in his chest. 

Fuck you were so wet it was almost embarrasing. 

“I’ve earned the rights to that tight little pussy, baby. And when I make a mistake like I did with that goddamned Charline, I want you to tell me.” Ari turns off the range, pulling the food off the heat and onto a plate.

“I’m sorry.” You murmur, both hating and loving the way your nipples pebble beneath the thin fabric of your oversized t-shirts. Actually, it was one of his. A detail he also seemed to notice. “How can I make it up to you?”

Ari studies you for a moment, his handsome face tilting to the side. And then your eyes stray to the sight of his impressive erection. You watch as one of his big hands reaches down to fist his hard cock, pumping it once. Twice. 

“You can start by going back upstairs. I want you naked, on all fours. I want to come up there and feast my eyes on your soaking wet cunt.” His heated gaze bores into your own, making your already drenched core spasm one more. “And you’d better be wet for me, otherwise I’m gonna spank it. And you.” 

“O-okay.” You find yourself taking a step back, your hand clutching at the wall. 

“I’m gonna eat it baby.” Ari growls, his voice filled with a mix of unbridled lust and determination. “I’m gonna make that pussy fucking cry. And you’re gonna fucking take it. You hear me?”

“Yes.” You whisper, resisting the urge to reach down as you stroke your eager fingers over your throbbing clit. “Yes, Sir.”

He takes a menacing step towards you, his body delighting in the way that you shiver. You’d been bad. Which means it was time to pay the price. And what better man to exact that payment than your own handsome, 6”4 Beast? 

“And then I’m gonna fuck you in front of that brand new mirror I bought you. I’m gonna show you who owns that beautiful body and remind you why it’s important to talk to me when you need me.” Another menacing step. “And then I’m gonna feed those delectable curves after I’ve had my fill.”

“And then…” He tilts his head from side to side, cracking his neck. “You’re gonna let me kiss it all better while I make love to you.”

“Y-yes, please.” Right now you were willing to give this man whatever he wanted. Whatever helped you atone for your supposed sins.

“There’s a good girl.” He intones as he unties the apron, leaving him naked and aroused in your simple kitchen. “Now run.”

END

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[bigwishes]

Hi there,

I was wondering if you could curse me with muscle growth so that I become one of those big dumb bodybuilders that always thinks he’s to small and keeps growing and taking roids. Smarts and stuff don’t matter. I just want to become a muscle monster. 💪💪💪😈🍆

Well that seems like a very easy thing to do, and of course I can't help myself but let a man become a bodybuilder, which in my opinion is the peak of what a man should be. It'll be a rather simple change, one you wont even notice it. Over night in your sleep you'll completely roid out into a big meathead and on top of that you'll always be filled with motivation to workout and go lift. Lets take a look at what you've become so far...

You look at yourself in the mirror, your first day on your newly inspired gym kick and you can't but help feel so pathetic and tiny. Every guy you pass seems to smile and pay you a complement, but you can't work out why, all of them are so much bigger than you. Even the guys who aren't bodybuilding or powerlifting are so much bigger than you.

You continue to flex in the mirror and a guy asks if you could give him some tips for growing biceps as big as yours but you simply shrug and explain you don't know much about the gym. The guy looks at you incredibly confused before walking away. You continue to sigh looking at your reflection wishing you could be a bodybuilder.

You step on the locker room scales to start your new progress tracking but you can't make out what the little things are showing up on the screen, you thought for a minute it might be a number but than looked down at your hands and your doubt was confirmed, it couldnt possibly be a number because numbers only went up to 10 because thats how many fingers you have.

You go out to the weights and begin to lift at random until something feels heavy. Unfortunately it was just a pathetic 2 pound weight but that seems to be all you can lift. Guys from around the gym stare at you. A few every poke their gym buddy and point at you smiling. You look in the mirror keeping an eye on your form and become overwhelmingly embarrassed as it was clear by your pathetically tiny reflection that you were doing something wrong and the experienced gym goers were having a laugh.

I hope you got what you asked for bud. I made it impossible for you to see even an ounce of muscle on your body or weight on the bar. The 2 pound dumbbells you are curling are really 80 pounds and everyone is amazed by how big you are. Unfortunately you didn't care about a brain so you are too stupid to even know how to workout correctly you just simply do your best to lift heavy, and it'll work too. You'll never get to notice it but I thought it best to remove your genetic limit for muscle growth. Eventually your traps and pecs will consume your neck and you'll become so ridiculously big it'll be a workout just to move, but you'll never notice anything. You'll always stay pathetically tiny in your own reflection...

#male transformation #muscle #muscle transformation #male tf #tf story #transformation #reality change

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: The face from Minesweeper

Debut: from Minesweeper

Minesweeper is a pretty cool game! I like it. I went through my entire life not knowing how to play it, and then a few months ago decided “I will learn how Minesweeper works” and now I like it well enough. But even before I liked it as a game, there was something about it that was always charming! Even as a silly baby, I felt positive energy radiating from this game with an honestly horrific premise, because this grid of squares and numbers was Smiling at me!

The Face From Minesweeper may register as an Emoji to you, but it actually predates them! This strange creature is a Smiley. More than a mere smiling face, a Smiley is like a sort of animal. Everyone loved Smiley! You can think of it on the level of other fan-favorite animal, Dog. Just like Dog, Smiley got all sorts of merchandise! Toys, decoration, even smiling French Fries! One day, however, the magic day finally came when world leaders agreed it was time to domesticate Smiley.

Though many would have loved to have a pet Smiley of their own, it was decided that they were unfit for such a lifestyle. Instead, they would become beasts of burden... they would be Used. The selective breeding began! Over time, they became smaller, cuter. They gained a wider range of readable facial expression. Most importantly, they were now hardy enough to be sent all over the world countless times per day. And that is how Emojis came to be! Linked gene shenanigans also led to some shaped like animals, plants, objects, even symbols! Don’t worry about it. But if you are interested, I think they released a documentary about this in 2017.

After this section in which I deliberately transitioned away from smileys and toward emojis, I would like to immediately return to smileys if that’s okay. Thank you. The face from Minesweeper is always watching... but not in a scary way! In a nice way. The face is your buddy. If it ever feels too hard, you can click the face, and its square will be pressed in, and the puzzle will be reset! No shame in that.

I wonder, where does the face end, and its platform begin? Is the face even the extent of the entity? Maybe the entire Minesweeper board is just a guy, and that’s where its face is! Minesweeper is a whole character!

In that case, then, it is even funnier that the face goes :O whenever you click a space. It COULD be that it is in suspense, since any wrong move can end in disaster, but maybe it’s just because you are poking its body! And that’s a little Weird. Evidence: it does this even if you click a cleared, safe square! It is reacting to touch, not anticipation! There we have it, Minesweeper is a creature. Also, I like to use the ease of activating this face like a little digital puppet! It is fun.

Like any creature, sadly, it can Die. However, it is at least functionally immortal and only ever in danger of explosions! Unfortunately, it contains land mines. I am becoming slightly convinced that Minesweeper (game) is, in fact, a bizarre sort of medical procedure where you help to isolate the explosives embedded in this grid-based life-form’s body. The only way to save it, sadly. And sadly, if you are not a professional, Minesweeper and its precious Face will die... but it’s okay. We have more! Just press the face and reset the game and don’t tell anyone!

If you win Minesweeper, then congratulations! You don’t get anything yourself, really. But that’s not what it’s all about. Minesweeper isn’t about YOU, the player. It’s about Minesweeper’s Face, the main character here! And after achieving victory, it is Cool. And you helped it get here! It turns out Minesweeper is all about helping another person become their best self, the story of an average schmuck who, with the help of a clever stranger, can become the coolest in town!

Lastly, I would like to show you Minesweeper as it appears as a character, in the Roblox game Databrawl! I don’t know anything else about this game! Don’t ask me about it please! I just think this design is really fun and cool!

#minesweeper #smiley #minesweeper face #minesweeper character #not mario #funky friday #mod chikako

[hughesmedicine]

special day | J. Hughes

!platonic jack hughes x reader

jackhughes

liked by yourusername, lhughes_06, trevorzegras and others

jackhughes: happy birthday to this nerd, thanks for being in my life the past 21 years, I love you so much! Enjoy being 22 till I get there ( I’m still mad that we weren’t born on the same day)

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yourusername: ROWDEN OMG THANK YOU I love you so much and thanks for the most annoying 22 years of my life!

| jackhughes: anytime, expect many more for years!

| yourusername: I can see us being 82 and sitting on the front porch throwing apples at my husband

| _quinnhughes: HELLO WHY AM I GETTING HIT WITH APPLES??

| jackhughes: stop reminding me that you guys are dating, makes me want to throw up.

_alextorcotte: I thought we would have got a normal caption this year

| jackhughes: what do you mean??? this is a completely normal caption.

| _alextorcotte: yeah okay

| yourusername: you wouldn’t get it if you don’t have a best friend

| jackhughes: ^

| _alextorcotte: him and I literally don’t do this??

| yourusername: it’s better when it’s a girl tbh

| _alextorcotte: noted

colecaufield: oh how I love when y/ns birthday comes around

| yourusername: you’re still coming right??

| colecaufield: wouldn’t miss it!

| yourusername: good you better be here at 8 am sharp

| colecaufield: plane doesn’t land till 9 am

| yourusername: obviously jump out and parachute the rest of the way, you have to think smarter cole!

| colecaufield: yeah okay I’ll do that

lhughes_06: happy birthday y/n/n, thanks for tormenting jack all these years for me!

| yourusername: anytime moosey, it’s the least I can do for the non annoying hughes🫶🏻

| jackhughes: okay really?

| _quinnhughes: not even gonna take offense to it even if she is wrong

| yourusername: I’m never wrong

| lhughes_06: don’t lie to yourself, sent with love🫶🏻

| yourusername: okay rude.

| lhughes_06: I SAID SENT WITH LOVE!

trevorzegras: happy birthday y/n/n, thanks for being the trio to our duo!

| yourusername: you have it all switched around but thanks z ily!🧡 ( go ducks!)

| trevorzegras: @/jackhughes I told you she’ll root for me more

| jackhughes: Y/N TELL HIM THE TRUTH

| trevorzegras: what truth???

| yourusername: number 1 devils fans right here buddy

| trevorzegras: way to rip my heart out and stomp on it.

| yourusername: im sorry (not sorry)

| trevorzegras: k blocked.

_quinnhughes: happy birthday baby ily and I can’t wait to see you tonight! Enjoy this special day💙

| yourusername: thank you my love, I love you so much more!

| jackhughes: get this disgusting shit out of my comment section ( I secretly love this relationship and I’m totally not being forced to type this out)

| _quinnhughes: she’s forcing you to type that last bit isn’t she?

| jackhughes: yeah she is and she has a hockey stick.

| lhughes_06: hope she wacks you, it’s one hundred percent deserved

elblue6: happy birthday sweetie, enjoy this big day!! Thank you for being the daughter I’ve always wanted❤️ and for keeping jack in check

| yourusername: im crying omg I love you so much and I couldn’t have asked for a better second mom!😭❤️ also your welcome, it’s what I do best!

njdevils: happy birthday to our amazing photographer and manager!❤️

| yourusername: thank you favorite admin!💙

| jackhughes: not you logging in to wish yourself a happy birthday💀

| yourusername: you’re just jealous you can’t do this

nicohischier: happy birthday bestie! Shots tonight?

| yourusername: shots tonight!

| jackhughes: stop stealing my friend @/nicohischier

| nicohischier: never❤️

canucks: happy birthday y/n!💙

| yourusername: thank you wonderful admins!💙

_eliaspettersson: happy birthday y/n, have the best day ever! I’ll celebrate with you once you come visit! | yourusername: be there next week, can’t wait to take shots with you!

#jack hughes #quinn hughes #luke hughes #trevor zegras #!platonic jack hughes x reader #quinn hughes x reader #ellen hughes #alex torcotte #nico hischier #nj devils #vancover canucks

[tsukiasaurus]

Study Buddies - Kei Tsukishima x reader

I saw a TikTok of academic rivals to lovers, and tbh, it really got me thinking. This was fully inspired by @/gregrogstad__ on TikTok. Also hi this is my first drabble on here omg I'm kinda nervous-

Reader is gn but is called pretty

*

Tsukishima Kei was one of those guys that you always saw in school, bag slung on his shoulder nonchalantly as he roamed the halls with his best friend Tadashi. He was cold to everyone he spoke to that wasn’t Tadashi, but that didn’t make him not intriguing to you. How his blonde hair fell in tufts along his forehead and curled slightly at the nape of his neck. How his long, slender fingers always seemed to have bandages on them from volleyball practice. He was only observed. Tsukishima was never interacted with. 

Well, until now. 

It had been about 45 minutes since he’d sat down, and you were ready to yank him by the hair and throw him out the nearest window. You were struggling in math, and your teacher was wonderful enough to suggest Tsukishima tutor you before the next test. You weren’t sure if your teacher was sadistic or what, but you were pretty sure that he had it out for you at this point. 

Your grip tightened around your pencil as you clenched your jaw. Tsukishima was watching you carefully, taking notes on how you did your work. He was armed with a red pen, just to make sure that you knew what you were doing wrong. Your teacher had given Tsukishima a few practice tests to help you, and you were still on the first one. After a brief scan to make sure that you did each question, you slid the paper over toward Tsukishima. 

It was quiet for a few moments before Tsukishima sighed, making you look up at him.

“Are you as stupid as you are pretty?” He asked. You nearly choked on air. 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean??” You asked, glaring at the blonde. 

“All of these questions are wrong,” Tsukishima said, turning the paper for you to look at it. “Like this one for example, you’re supposed to divide by this number and then subtract.” 

If you were honest, all of the words meant nothing. They went in one ear and out the other. Did Tsukishima Kei just call you pretty?? 

“Well, whatever!” You groaned. “This is useless anyway. I’m not gonna pass the test, so don’t waste your time.” 

You didn’t care how childish you looked as you placed the pencil onto the table with a firm slap, crossing your arms as you sulked in your chair. It was a waste of time having Tsukishima tutor you in a subject that you absolutely hated. With a soft chuckle, Tsukishima shook his head, placing his pen down. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re in middle school with a reaction like that.” He said. “Do you want me to dumb it down for you?”

Without waiting for your response, Tsukishima broke the equation up into several parts. He explained each step and had you follow along with him, allowing you to guess the step that came next. You were hesitant at first, grumbling your answers. With a firm glare, you were sitting upright in your seat again, actually understanding the questions for once. After a few more equations, Tsukishima slid another test across the table. 

“Now put all that together and let’s see how you do.” 

You scribbled down your work, shocked that you could actually understand the questions and actually get an answer without just guessing. You slid the paper back with slight confidence, making Tsukishima cock an eyebrow. He grazed over the questions again, checking your work with the answer key (he didn’t have one given to him, he just solved the equations like a weirdo). Only a few red streaks were found on the paper when he sent it back to you. 

“You still have bit more work to do,” He said. “But I think you got the hang of it for the most part.”

You smiled, proud that you had finally understood math for once. Sure, it took some time and dumbed down equations, but you were on your way to passing the test. 

“But I do think we need to meet up again,” Tsukishima continued, a smirk on his face. “Let’s say my place this Saturday, around 5 o’clock.”

this isn't edited so i hope you guys enjoy!

#tsukishima kei #tsukishima kei smut #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu x y/n

[morallyinept]

A full transcribe of MAX LORD'S dialogue/lines from the film WONDER WOMAN 1984

Includes full dialogue, and dialogue from any deleted/additional scenes available.

I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to read the dialogue. 🖤

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

☝🏻Dialogue has been fully transcribed by myself using reference to original scripts (if available), audio subtitles and using my own two ears. Therefore, mistakes can be made, however I have tried to be as fully accurate as I can. If you spot an obvious mistake, please kindly let me know. Where audio is not clear, I have marked with *inaudible* Scenes are separated for ease of reference.

FULL SCRIPT DIALOGUE:

Welcome to the future. Life is good, but it can be better. And why shouldn’t it be? Everything we’ve ever dreamed about is right at our fingertips. But are you reaping the rewards? Do you… have it all? 

Welcome to Black Gold Cooperative. The first oil company run for the people, by the people. Think about finally having everything you’ve always wished for. 

For a low monthly fee, you can own a piece of the most lucrative industry in the world. And every time we strike gold, you strike gold. 

No matter who you are, no matter what you do, you deserve to have it all. Do you have everything you’ve ever wanted? Aren’t you tired of always wishing you had more? Join me today. Operators are standing by. You don’t need a pile of money or some business degree to get started. You don’t even have to work hard for it. 

At Black Gold Cooperative, all you need is to want it. 

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A pleasure, Ms. Minerva. 

No.

Life is good, but it can be better!

“The oil guy,” I’ll take it. 

Well, what can I say, doctor. Your reputation precedes you. And apparently we share a passion for gemology. 

What? 

I'm right here! Haha! 

Life is good, but it can be better. Hahaha! 

Well, I have a great relationship with Sears. I can get you a brand-new TV by the end of the day. Nineteen inches. No strings attached. 

Okay.

It's going to be an amazing party. I hope you have something nice to wear. 

I agree. Except, I like to party. 

You like Latin dancing? 

Really? No, I doubt that you’re a terrible dancer, the shape that you're in. 

You know, I really should be going. Thank you for the tour. I will have to see you tonight. 

Thank you, John. 

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Ladies. Not now, Raquel. My supplements? 

How? How! Yes, clearly. Alistair. 

It's not done yet, buddy. But it doesn't matter. You just have to be patient. I told you the pool, the helicopter, you’ll have it all. But remember, Rome wasn’t built in a day, was it? No. 

Well, it takes time to become a great, great, number-one man like your dad is going to be. 

Simon. These offices aren’t ready for guests yet. 

Alistair, go wait with Raquel. 

Simon. I know it's hard to see right now, but we are finally at the edge of turning this thing around. 

No! I have a big… there’s something in the works. And it’s no scheme. Simon, we have millions of acres of potentially oil-rich land. 

I am not a con man! I'm a television personality. And a respected businessman with a plan. With… with… a great plan. 

You’re going to regret this. 

Simon, wait. Simon. 

I am not a loser! He’s a loser. And don’t you ever believe a word that man said, he’s a liar and he’s wrong. And he will rue the day he walked away from me. And you. And you are going to be so proud to be my son. You’ll see. Everyone will. 

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Dr. Minerva. You look breathtaking. 

Mmm. 

Biotin. You should try it. Makes you glow like a teenager. Reverses the clock. Never accept limitations of nature. 

Especially not a beautiful woman like you. 

God, it’s so loud in here. 

Can we go somewhere? Just me and you? 

Hmm… your office? 

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Oh, wow! Look at all this stuff. It’s so… It’s so beautiful. Like you. What is that? 

Wow. 

Let me help you. Max is here. No need to be stumped ever again. I have a dear friend in Roman antiquities. Could give it a look, if you like? It is Latin, isn’t it? 

__________________

“One great wish.” I’ve been waiting. I wish to be you, the dream stone itself. 

__________________

Thank you, Belinda. 

I’ll have your money, Simon. Today I’m here for an apology. 

I’m sorry. I messed up. I messed up. I lied. And I'm sorry. You know the truth is, I knew we were going to sink a long time ago, the wells were coming up dry. And no data suggested that was going to change. I should have folded then. But all the people that bought in, that believed in me... I wanted to do right.  

Simon, don’t you understand that I wished for better? That with every ounce of my being, I wished that Black Gold would change the world for all of us. And I know you wished that too. 

Then your wish is granted. And in return I’ll take all of your shares… and full control of Black Gold after you are somehow magically removed from my path… forever.

Ow. 

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My word. Are we in danger? 

Raquel? Raquel?! 

Raquel? 

Which ones? 

I'll get you help. Tell me again. You wish you had more help? 

Emerson. Yes, you’re hired too! 

I’ll take it in my office. And bring me my vitamins. 

__________________

To meet a peer. 

On my journey to self-fulfilment, I lucked into a secret. The secret of the wish. So I wished for it. Or someone wished for it for me. Tell me what you wish for, your highness. And I will show you how it works. 

Like what? 

You wish for that? 

Your wish is granted. And in return I will take your oil. 

Then I will take your security team and leave you here with nothing to defend yourself against the wrath you will most certainly face. 

__________________

You’re looking at it. 

Whoa! 

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So who’s the next closest person with oil? 

Like I want any of these people in the club anyway. Can’t we tell them they’re not invited? 

Oh, the FCC. The BBB, the FBD. It’s a conspiracy against my success. They’re jealous, that’s why. Who’s next? 

Send in Mr Zhong, please. And buy Alistair a pony. No! A race car. Get him a race car. Get him a race car. 

Alistair? Again? How many weekends do I have-

What? What? When? Tonight? 

Let’s get to it, Lai. Tell me, what do you want? What do you wish for? 

Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm. 

And you need… what do you wish for? 

__________________

Consider the sex tape gone. And God darn it if I have to keep doing this one by one by one by one… How's your health? Forget that. But I will take your entire congregation and your time slot. Let me ask you, when they pray, is there any way I could get all of them to join hands with me and simply say "I wish" rather than "I pray?" Would that even work? I need to find a way to touch a lot of people at the same time. 

Oh, God! This isn't working. Bring in someone new. And my son. You, beat it. 

No! You don’t use your one wish like that, Alistair. You don't wish for something that you already have. You wish for greatness, for success. That’s why I’m doing all of this. Don’t you see that my greatness is your greatness? Huh? 

Alistair! I’ve missed you, buddy! Come, sit down with daddy. I’m sorry. But your dad is on the absolute precipice of everything. Remember when I told you that I would be number one? Do you remember? Your dad? Well I’m inches away.

Huh? I know it's hard, I know. But listen, I also know what you wish for, and I wish for it, too. Do you hear that? I wish for it, too. 

No. No! 

Thank you. I love you so much and I promise you one day everything is going to make sense and one day you'll thank me. But right now I need you to stay here with Emerson. You stay here. I’ll be right back. 

__________________

You. You! Don’t you wish I had an audience with the President today? 

Wait a minute? Have I asked for your wish before? 

What is it with you aides and Porsches? 

__________________

You! 

How’s traffic? 

Don’t you wish it wasn’t? And that everywhere you went parted like the great Red Sea? 

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Everything okay, Mr President? 

Exactly that, Mr President. These hectic days, hectic times. And you. 

You’re having some troubles? 

Mmm. 

It’s not money I’m offering. You… You are a man of faith and I have been very blessed lately. I want to share my blessing with you. The power of positive thinking. Now… tell me, Mr President. What do you need? And you’re not speaking to me here, but to the universe. What do you wish for? 

A nice thought. And I grant you… ah, oh…oh my… And you’d know what I’d like? I would want all of your power, influence, authority. All the respect you command, and the command everyone must respect. 

Ahahaha! I mean, what else is there? Now, tell your people I would appreciate absolutely no interference whatsoever. No taxes, no rule of law, no limits. Treat me like a foreign nation with absolute autonomy. 

What’s this? 

So what does that mean, you’re taking over everyone’s TV’s? How? 

You said “touches”? As in the particles you are sending are touching everything? 

I need immediate access to this satellite. And a chopper to get me there. 

__________________

Well, aren’t you resourceful? 

No, I don't think so. Remove this woman, please. Permanently. 

__________________

Oh, how sweet, defending your love, huh? What do you wish for? Do you wanna be a real boy? 

__________________

Everyone stand down. Nobody hurts her. 

__________________

You made a wish too, huh? Ahahahaha. They’re a bitch, aren’t they? Make you pay a price, but I’ve never been one for rules. Luckily, I have a way to reverse it. The answer is always more. 

But I, my dear, grant the wishes. So I take what I want in return. There’s nothing in this world someone doesn't have. I’ll rebuild my health wish by wish, organ by organ, if I have to. I'll be invincible. Tell me what do you want? I’m feeling generous. 

I like the way you think. Go on. 

__________________

You heard we were coming, I presume. 

How many broadcasting signals can I take over at once? 

I’ll take all of them. 

And I sure wish this works for me. Don’t you? 

Lights, camera… 

__________________

Citizens of the world, allow me to introduce myself. I am Max Lord, and I'm here to change your life. All you have to do… is make a wish. Anything you want. Anything you dream of, you can have it. If you can dream it, you can achieve it, so just look into my eyes and make a wish. Anything you dream of, have it. Right now. Do you want to be rich? Do you want to be powerful? Say it out loud! Look around you! Make your wish! Take what's yours! Whatever you want, you can have it!

Wish for It. Anything you want. 

Anything you dream of, have it. 

Yes, I hear it, I hear you. Yes, say it. Say it out loud. That’s right, I wish. Take it! Take it! It’s all yours, it’s all yours for the taking! And I… I take your health, and your strength. Give her your rage, and your prowess. And I take your power. I take your life force. Yes. Yes! That's right! You're doing great. 

It’s all yours. All you have to do is wish for it! 

That's right. Just wish for it. It’s yours now. All you have to do is say it out loud. Make a wish. Any wish. Look into my eyes and everything you've been waiting for, it’s all yours. 

You're too late.

Granted. Granted. Granted. Granted! Granted! Why not more, why not wish for more? We want what we want, just like you did. So make a wish. Very good. 

Granted. 

It's too late, Diana. They already heard me. Already wished. And those that haven’t yet… ahahaha! Oh, they will!

Granted. Granted. Granted. Poor Diana. Why be such a hero? You could have kept your pilot, and your powers. If only you'd joined me. Wanna reconsider? Hahahaha! I’m a forgiving man! Hahahah! You want him back? Just say the word. You can have it all! You just have to want it! 

Why would I when it’s finally my turn? The world belongs to me! You can’t stop me, no-one can! 

Stop! Cut the signal, stop! 

Alistair! Alistair! Alistair! 

Wait, my son. I can see my son! I have to save my son. Alistair. My… Alistair. I renounce my wish! 

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Alistair! Alistair! Alistair! 

Alistair! Alistair. 

Oh, Alistair, Alistair. I'm so sorry, baby. 

No. That is not why I'm back. No. I’ve been lying to you. I’m not a great guy. In fact, I’m a pretty messed up, loser guy. And I made terrible mistakes. But you… you don’t ever have to make a wish for me to love you. I’m here because I love you. I just… I just wish and pray that one day, I’ll be able to make you proud enough that you’ll be able to forgive me. And love me. Because I’m nothing to be proud of, Alistair. 

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FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

#pedro pascal #maxwell lord #pedro pascal characters #maxwell lord wonder woman 1984 #womnder woman 1984 #PPCU #maxwell lord dialogue

[astridthevalkyrie]

thinking about the multiple throuple options in the rfa, with my clear jumin bias:

zen and jaehee are obviously the most natural choice. they already get along, and they both have hearts in their eyes every time you walk into a room. zen loves getting a kiss on each cheek from his girls before and after a performance, and he is the number one customer at the coffee shop you and jaehee run together (you suspect it might be because jaehee has given zen a coffee addiction, not just because he loves you two). both of them really love to lay their head on your lap, and the only source of conflict between them may be when jaehee’s urge happens to present itself at the same time as zen’s. the usual solution is you lying down so jaehee can rest on your chest from one side and zen can rest on your stomach from the other, with your fingers running through both their long strands of hair and coaxing them to sleep.

jumin and zen is another obvious one. they’re so competitive, or at least zen is. if jumin kisses you for ten seconds straight, zen kisses you for twenty seconds straight. then they might kiss each other for a whole minute (definitely not straight). you will also never have anyone so much as look at you the wrong way, not when zen’s scowling and you’re holding his hand back as he shouts, “say it to me, buddy! to me!” and jumin is already tugging you into his chest and pulling out his phone, asking the person if they would prefer “hyun’s fists or the bodyguards’ which will only hurt a bit less.” later, they complain both in person and in the messenger about the audacity of the person. you’ve never seen them get along so well.

yoosung and seven will never bore you. will never make you feel anything less than absolutely loved. yoosung likes to hug you from behind to take photos he can send to seven when the latter can’t come out of his house for a bit. seven places his hands over your eyes and whispers, “guess who” while yoosung is laughing on facetime. when you’re all together, they’re all about closeness, so you’ll be sitting on seven’s lap while yoosung lays on yours, and there’s a disorderly snack chain going that will almost always end with yoosung nearly choking and seven insisting you resuscitate him with true love’s kiss (cpr).

seven and jumin, the deep story boys. they have absolutely no idea what a normal relationship looks like. both are afraid of being too possessive, too needy, too much. but both also love you so fiercely that if seven puts his head on jumin’s shoulder from behind and wordlessly gestures over to where you’re just sitting on the couch smiling at something on your phone, they’ll both having matching fond expressions, until seven kisses his cheek and then tackles you down on the couch. jumin hums, pretending not to hear the battle cries as he returns to the book he was reading and ignoring your cries for help.

and jumin and jaehee is so complicated, but it also has so much potential. they kinda hate each other—but they don’t, not really. they love you, in different ways, but just as deeply. and for a while, they were more jealous of each other than even jumin and zen would be. jumin hates that he cannot seem to know and understand you as well as jaehee does, and jaehee cannot fathom how your lovely heart could possibly love someone she can barely stand the sight of. it takes time, it takes effort, it definitely takes jaehee quitting, but eventually, eventually, there comes a moment of peace, where you can cuddle in between them, snoozing on jaehee’s shoulder while jumin’s hand is clutched tightly in yours, and they can look over your head and for once, smile at each other.

#mystic messenger #mysme x reader #jumin x mc #jaehee x mc #zen x mc #seven x mc #yoosung x mc #jumin han #jaehee kang #saeyoung choi #hyun ryu #yoosung kim

[ice-cap-k]

Get Some Rest

Cross-posted on AO3 here: Get Some Rest

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“Skizz! Psst! Skizzleman…”

“I think we have to be louder, Grian. Try getting closer.”

“If I got any closer I’d be on top of him. Skizz! Come on, wake up old man.” 

Skizz didn’t want to wake up. He was just so nice and cozy and warm in his bed. Even Kevin Bubbles Malone Refrigerator Jimmy Mad-Eye Dugon complained from his spot on top of the covers. The poor pup whimpered in annoyance as he covered his ears with his paws. Skizz wished he could do the same. Instead, he settled for pulling the pillow over his head as he rolled over. “I don’t want ta-” he managed to mumble. 

“Well, you gotta,” Grian said with a huff. “If me and Scar can’t sleep, then neither can you.”

“Meh.” 

“Well if that ain’t the comeback of the century.” 

“Don’t just stand there doing nothing, Scar. Help me.”

The wonderful warmth of his blanket vanished as someone pulled it away. The cool air came as a shock to his half-asleep system, but he kept his eyes screwed shut even as he reached after it. The two tricksters were too fast, though. The blanket was flung off his bed before he had a chance to snatch it back. Defeated, he could only grumble into his pillow and wish for them to disappear. “Let me sleep. Go bother Impulse instead.”

“We tried-” Scar started, only to have Grian cut him off. 

“Impulse said he’d throw a crucifix at us if we didn’t leave him alone.”

“And you’re the only other one of the Dads left,” Scar added. “I still can’t believe Impulse, though. He’s always so nice and polite, and here he went and threatened us. It’s so unlike him.” 

It was unlike his buddy to go and do that, but then again sleep deprivation made people act out in some wild ways. He might be tempted to do the same if he had a crucifix in arm’s reach. Not that he’d ever actually go through with it. Well, maybe… No, he’s just joshing with himself. Alas, all he had was an alarm clock, and that was plugged into the wall. Not a good choice for a projectile. Speaking of which…

Skizz dared to crack one eye open to get a look at the clock. The number 3:16 glowed bright green back at him in the dark. There were two things very wrong with this picture, and he was stashing away the fact that Scar and Grian had slipped into his house uninvited without so much as turning on a light as the one to address later. 

“Dudes, do you realize how late it is?”

“It’s dark,” Scar provided unhelpfully. 

“And it’s late,” Grian said with a smile. He threw open the blinds to Skizz’s bedroom, leaving a clear view of the stars twinkling outside. “As far as I’m concerned, that makes this the perfect time to go looking for ghosts. Let’s go back to Tanglewood and do a hunt!”

At this point, Skizz had given up on the possibility of them just going away and leaving him be. With a massive amount of effort, he managed to push himself up to a seat and out of the warm embrace of his bed. Kevin looked just as put out as he felt. He doesn’t blame the poor pup for crawling off the mattress and padding out of the room to look for someplace quieter to sleep. 

“No guys. We are not doing a hunt right now. It’s way too late for that. I need my beauty sleep and so do you.”

“We already told you we can’t sleep,” Scar said with a shake of his head. 

“Then you should go be at rest, or whatever else it is you guys can do,” Skizz shot back, throwing his hands up.

“We can go on a hunt,” Grian said again, a mischievous smile on his face. “That’s what we can do.”

“Come on Skizz.” Scar’s eyes become glossy as soon as he sees the look on his friend’s face. “Just one more. We can go back to the house. I can set up the motion sensors in the garage and Grian can do his spirit box thing… And you! Oh! You could run the camera this time instead of Impulse. And then if we get lucky we could find ourselves a monkey paw-”

“Or,” Skizz butt in. “And here me out with this one. Honestly, it sounds fantastic. Sounds like we’ll have ourselves a lot of fun and all, but how about we wait for tomorrow?” 

‘Never mind that they probably wouldn’t be able to do any of those things,’ he thinks to himself. Almost 90 percent of everything Scar just said was literally impossible right now. But he doesn’t dare say that out loud. He can already see the smile drop off his two friends’ faces and it makes Skizz feel bad. Really bad. Gosh they look so disappointed. He was always such a softy. “Aww, no long faces. Just think about it for a moment, really. We already had a pretty bad run yesterday. If the three of us go at it right now on our own, we’re never going to get the job done. That ghost is going to flatten us like pancakes and eat our faces for breakfast.” 

Grian didn’t look too pleased. “You mean ‘flatten us and eat our faces for breakfast again,’ right?” 

Skizz could only shrug. “Yeah. I mean again.”

“Then what do we do?” 

“We go tomorrow. Us three, and a well-rested Impulse with an actual set of equipment and the van… Hey, we could even ask Gem to help us out this time. She can watch our backs while we scope the place out.”

“Then what are me and Grian supposed to do until then,” Scar asked, sounding pretty sheepish. “We thought maybe a big strong Skizz would be able to handle it. Work some of his crazy Skizzleman magic.”

Stay strong Skizz. You have to stay strong for the sake of sleeping, and for the sake of tackling tomorrow well rested. He needed to be in tip top condition to catch some ghosts. But then he saw that Scar brought out the puppy dog eyes. Big wide glistening brown eyes of sadness and sweetness and he can feel himself melting the longer he looks at them. 

“If you think that flattery will get you anywhere…”

“Then you’re right,” both he and Grian say at exactly the same time.

“And you know me too well,” Skizz finished with a sigh. These two really did know him too well. He takes one last longing look at his cozy bed, because he knows what he has to do. And he doesn’t like it. “Fine. How about this, dudes? How about I go back to hang out with you guys until the morning? Then I’ll go get Impulse and Gem and we can go ghost hunting then. How does that sound?”

Grian looked a little skeptical, but he knew by the smile plastered across Scar’s face that this was happening. “Absolutely!” 

“Alright. Let me grab my coat and some shoes. Gentleman, let’s get ready to go.”

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“I thought the weird hissing noise meant that it was an Oni?”

“No, apparently. Like, I don’t get it either. I don’t know why it means it’s not an Oni, but Impulse keeps saying that’s how that works. Right Skizz? Skizz…? Helloooo… Earth to Skizz!”

Grian’s loud voice jolts Skizz back awake before the tires can hit the bumps on the side of the road. He really shouldn’t be driving while drowsy like this. 

“You alright, Skizz,” Scar asked from the back seat. “Do we need to talk louder to help you stay awake?”

Grian tapped his fingers against the dashboard. He looks a little nervous, but then again he didn’t have much reason to be nervous about the situation right now. Skizz caught the young man shooting him a few sidelong glances out the corner of his eye and figured Grian must be more worried for his sake than his own or Scar’s. “You probably shouldn’t be driving drowsy like that. Want me to drive?”

“Oh please. You can’t drive,” Skizz huffed. 

“Very true, and for more reasons than one.” 

“We’ll talk louder,” Scar piped in, practically shouting into Skizz’s ear. Somehow, the man in the back seat managed to project his voice loud enough to leave Skizz’s ears ringing.

He wasn’t about to start dealing with that for an extended period of time. “Nope! No. No need for that. I’m good. We’re all good. We’re almost there anyway. I can stay awake for the next mile and a half.”

The other two didn’t respond right away, and the silence quickly became awkward. He could only endure so much time without background noise to focus on. There was always the radio. He was just starting to debate whether or not he should turn on some tunes when Grian spoke up once more. “Are you seriously going to stay with us all night?”

“Sure dude.” He flicks on the blinker as he pulls up to a stop sign. “It’s kinda my fault things went wrong earlier today. I’m the one who opened my big mouth when she came out to play. I sort of owe you guys.”

“Not true,” Scar jumped in. “That ghost was just an angry jerkface.”

Skizz could see Grian nodding in agreement in the rearview mirror. “We all were triggering hunts left and right. We’re lucky it wasn’t worse.”

“Yeah, but I still feel bad.” 

“Don’t,” Scar insisted. He added a little more quietly, “but we’d really appreciate the company if we’re not going back to check the house.”

,

“We’re not,” Skizz confirmed. “There’s no way I’d be able to pull it off.”

“We,” Scar corrected him. “You mean ‘we.’”

Skizz nodded. “Sorry. I mean ‘we.’ But we can chill out until everything gets sorted. And if this will help you guys, then maybe I can even get some sleep myself.”

Grian scoffed. “Outside?”

“Sure. Stranger things happen all the time.”

“Thank’s Skizz. You’re the best dad ever.”

Gosh, that nickname was still so weird. But the weirdness wasn’t enough to keep the sentiment from making him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. “Awww, stop it.” 

The car came rolling to a stop alongside the open field. They were just outside the edge of the suburb where they frequently checked Tanglewood for ghosts. Nobody was around. They were all probably asleep in their beds like normal people who didn’t get pestered by their friends in the middle of the night. You know, the boring kind of normal people. Skizz threw open the driver-side door and stepped out into the cool night air. He rubbed at his shoulders, glad he had thought to bring his coat along. He didn’t hear the back door of the car open or close, but wasn’t surprised when Grian and Scar caught up to him.

“Which way was it again?”

“Over there,” Scar says, pointing towards a familiar row of trees. “It’s honestly a lovely spot. We could probably find you a nice mossy place between the roots to get comfy in.” That got a few giggles from Grian. 

It’s a bit of a hike, but the promise of sleep is plenty of motivation for Skizz. Even if that meant sleeping on the ground. The dew had just started soaking into the hem of his pants when they reached the first tree in the line. 

“It really is a nice place you two have here,” Skizz said as he leaned against the trunk. “Remind me to visit more often.”

“Hardy har-har,” Grian snapped back, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “Keep that up and it will be you staying here next time things go south. We’ll see how you like it then.” 

“Thanks for the offer. I think I’ll pass.” 

Scar looked much more comfortable to be back here at least. He was already settling down in the grass, taking a seat with criss-crossed legs. Skizz found himself marveling at how unfazed the man was by the dampness. The dew-laden grass brushed past his pants without leaving so much as a wet spot. “You and Impulse will find that monkey’s paw or the tarot cards, right?”

“Better believe it, dude.”

“And if everything goes wrong again, you both can hang out with us here until Gem figures out-” Grian started, but Skizz cut him off.

“Hey, don’t think like that. We’ve got this. Remember, we’re professionals. The best ghost hunters the world has ever seen.”

He can still make out a glint of skepticism in Grian’s eyes, but his friend doesn’t try to protest further. Instead, he settled down next to Scar in the grass. Skizz decided to join them, letting his back slide down the side of the tree trunk until he was seated in the damp moss lining its base. He frowned as the dew seeped into his clothes, but it wasn’t as bad as the grass. Things could be worse.

Scar yawned. He stretched his arms over his head in a nice big stretch. “Good,” he managed after the yawn faded. “I can’t wait to go back home and see Jellie.”

“Now how about you get some rest,” Skizz offered. “I’m here now. Just… I don’t know. Don’t move on or whatever it is that might keep you from coming back.”

“No worries,” Grian said, suppressing a yawn of his own. “We’ll be around. And if not, we'll see you on the other side tomorrow.”

“Grian! Don’t say things like that!” 

The young man made no attempt to correct himself. He broke into a fit of giggles before letting himself flop backward. His back hit the mound of dirt behind him and the laughter abruptly cut off as he vanished from sight. 

“Hey! Don’t go incorporeal on me now, mister! Someone’s got to teach you about the wonders of positive thinking.”

Scar started laughing too, though with less gusto than Grian. “Night Dad,” he said before falling backwards as well. Skizz watched as his remaining friend disappeared into the dirt mound behind him. 

It was quiet with the two of them gone. Only the sound of the breeze rustling through the leaves over his head was left to keep him company. He was alone now. Probably. Maybe. It was hard to tell with ghosts. 

Not that Skizz would have minded the company. Clearly, they were glad to have him nearby. So he settled down in his own bed of moss alongside the two graves and tried to get comfortable. He even made sure to face the mounds in case Scar and Grian needed him for any reason. Hopefully, they would let him get some sleep tonight… Then he felt the jab of a branch in his back and realized, yeah, he's not getting much sleep tonight.

Tomorrow he and Impulse would hunt down a cursed object and wish them back to life. They wouldn’t have to stay in those temporary graves for very long. But until then, he had to get whatever sleep he could get during this impromptu little sleepover. Going into a haunted building half awake was a surefire way to get himself a hole of his own right next to Grian and Scar’s. 

#whumptober 2023 #prompt no. 12 #“I'm up I'm up!” #hermitcraft #phasmophobia #creative writing #implied character death #drowsy driving #Grian #goodtimeswithscar #skizzleman #ghosts #losing sleep

[lacunasbalustrade]

notes whilst writing this insufferable idol lyric docs fic

mon. 4. dec.

<the movie director’s/ designated writer for friendgroup’s thought process>

voracious jewellery collector tries to rob cute jewellery shop owner of their rings and force them to bend the knee: villainous ohohoho (jk lol)

thus the K-pop 白痴 (knows zero about K-pop) attempts to write a fic about lyric docs- what can I say I love nothing better than a challenge (borderline masochistic suspicions)

line break because this is going to be long u have been warned. this is gonna be a journal for me ignoring the fact that tumblr itself is a journal

someone is going to know my suffering at stumbling headfirst into this world of idols. likely Kyoya. but i may change my mind

where the hell are those screenshots where mio and i discussed this. if you can’t tell already I’m one of those ridiculous ppl who needs the whole guidebook of encyclopaedic references to write.

went back the entire six months worth of conversations and finally found it, cringing at my every message like my dear God intended

I’m keeping all the lyric doc tabs open so I can read whilst i write

okay not Kyoya he’s into this too much

Rouga you’re my everything you’re my soul you’re just as dead as i am about this ‘what if we just go with disaster’

don’t get me wrong I’m enjoying this I’m just the kind of person to complain about everything and bitch all the way through only to appear with a shiny smile at the end of it

that is to say i like the steep learning curve but i also like to keep myself aware of how much I’m doing so i get to laugh at myself when i say ‘no problems’ later on

what do you call that character type

nvm back to writing

we’re starting this with a voiceover because i say so. draft here “future card buddyfight is a game that connects to parallel universes and allows monsters and humans to become buddies. in the wake of global events that have shattered his reputation, Gaen Kyoya decides to restart his cult by starting an (apparently) harmless idol management agency. By traveling to other worlds on a universal tour, will his newly formed idol groups be able to compete with the local talent? Will Gaen Kyoya be able to regain his reputation as a heartthrob? Most importantly, will the press-ganged idols ever get to play Buddyfight again? an earth-shattering screech is heard from the Gaen Tower. “Daddy always told me I’d be a star!”

Gaen Kyoya gives Shido Magoroku a strained smile. He’s in it to win it whatever the game. It’s too late to back out now, although he absolutely regrets - regrets, not deserves this.

rouga is doing the voiceover. this is disaster, the world tour movie. we’re gonna keep that secret till the end of the fic. (publishes this draft instantly and fails to keep any secret) whatever movies are announced anyway and it’s more fun to hype this up.

tasuku is not in an idol group as far as i have surmised from a quick scan- over. so he’s just going to show up to every performance and laugh at them. bro finally got to catch a break (and a good laugh)

wait ILL MAKE IT SEEM LIKE ITS ENDED AND THEN FLASHBACK TO ACE IDOL GROUPS AND BE LIKE - YOU THOUGHT, SUCKER, ITS NOT OVER YET!!!!

ah. I’m publishing this draft later. Should i just delete number 15 for my reputation?

nahhhhh.

if you couldn’t tell already I’m writing this as i go so this thought process is in chronological order

i already know I’m never going to read this again this guidebook to the movie director’s thought process comes at the cost of my dignity

who am i kidding i have no such thing called dignity (meow)

this is my reference draft so I’m going to drop the cropped screenshots here for ease of rememberance

note: is polery a thing??? anyways

oh my gosh. mio u really changed two names because i liked certain options better. i love you.

I’ve become softer because now I find the options for band names I like are different (reverie, paradoxus, wishing star and hikari to tomo ni) which really makes me want to break down.

I am in a better place, a quieter place, and it shows. (charting my own growth like a parent checking their child’s height against markings on the wall)

22. there are basically two bands from first season can i really stretch the whole fic out and really make it seem like it ended with just that

23. who am I kidding I’ll be lucky if i can even stretch the fic out my highest amount of words so far is 3000 I haven’t even finished my long fic for Tasuku yet (hellooooo, my dearest procrastination)

24. in conclusion let’s just run with it. i wanna have it out in time for mio’s bday i have like a month and a day.

25. Tasuku is in the idol list. my memory be like sand flowing away with the tide

26. anyways

27. how’s that’s supposed to work

28. like i believe i could spout some nonsense about Kyoya. bribing everyone. because what good are riches except for yknow bribing people to become idols.

29. what ifff he saved a record of disaster’s ridiculous meetings and said with a straight face and smile as usual - “we’ll all sink on this ship, my friends”

30. basically blackmail. hmmm

31. i will find out when i start writing! (conclusion)

32. at first i was going to read fics to find out more about the idol industry but all the fics are au fics so that’s a bust

33. instead i am waving to chat gpt so if there’s any inaccuracy go blame Elon Musk like we do for everything under the sun

34. did Elon Musk even make chat gpt

35. I don’t care anymore that’s not relevant

work in progress for obvious reasons. will update this stupid post.

the relevant tags: note to self

also a line to your friend that kinda hit me when I was browsing by the posts to find those relevant tags:

“it’s now kinda buried under 200+ songs in my playlist, but when it plays, I never skip it.”

(italics at my own risk)

#mio’s lyric docs #for future reference #future card buddyfight #fcbf band au #fcbf #chaotic planning energy (cracks knuckles)

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

I said it before and I’ll say it again; we NEED Superboy Conner and Lois Lane found family content

HEAR ME OUT!!!

We all know that usually, Lois and Superboy would meet in a period of Clark’s "death". He’s one of several supermen who are trying to fill the gap Clark left and is a clone of his, lab-grown and about 14-15 years old at the time he and the famous journalist meet. Now let me explain my vision.

Lois, usually sassy and blunt in her approach, becomes even more cold and short-tempered after her lover dies. Conner has been briefed on her close friendship with Superman however, so he tries to get into her good graces as she was always Supe’s #1 supporter and gave him good media-coverage.

At first, the woman is obviously done with him. Conner is being his teenage, edgy self and she is grieving over Clark and can’t take much of his bullshit, so after brutally shutting down his half-hearted flirting and correcting him to not call himself "superman", she promptly leaves whatever event she’s even invited to.

However, as Lois is having her little investigation arc, getting to know other supermen and observing how they deal with villains and emergencies, Conner appears on her radar more and more and through forced proximity, she begins guiding him, although roughly.

“Being a hero is not about fame. If that’s what you’re looking for — give up. This is volunteer work, and you’re doing it for the sake of keeping the innocent people safe. You wanna be a hero? Drop the bravado.”

Conner dislikes it at first, but Lois’s tough love quickly grows on him. He likes her honesty and the legit advice she gives him in spite of the dark place she’s clearly in. At the same time, the boy comes to resent Luther more and more every day, with how dead-set he is on treating Superboy like a product, and investing zero of his time into actually raising the kid who very much needs a parent at this age.

So Con just kinda…starts showing up at the same spots Lois is, even outside the hero work. At the cafe, at her job, at the park. Wherever she goes, the kid will most likely appear, and after listening to him talk about Lex, she minds him less and less.

“I’m, like, an investment y’know. I need to keep Mr. Luther happy or..”

“Or…?…”

“…Nothing. Forget it.”

“…”

“…”

“…here.”

“What’s this?”

“My number. If something’s up, if you need someone to talk to, if you need…help, call me.”

Lois doesn’t miss the way Conner’s cheeks redden and eyes sparkle. Do grown-ups never offer him support? She wouldn’t be surprised.

Anyway, now Conner texts and calls her daily. Sends her memes, funny Tik toks, and Lois dryly responds to them, yet never ghosts him. In other words — they’re constantly in contact now.

At the same time, Conner, through Lois’s advice, really starts getting into the whole superhero thing, doing it for the civilians instead of media attention. He gets good publicity but rarely shows up at LexCorp anymore. Luther feels his leash slipping and knows why. He wouldn’t let the kid have a phone without putting trackers to track his investment, and he knows that Conner holds Lois close to his heart; that he really wants her approval.

“I think it’ll be best if you stay away from Lane, boy.”

“What?! Why!?! You were the one who said I needed to get good media coverage!”

“Getting too buddy-buddy with journalists and not knowing when to keep your mouth shut will bring your downfall.”

“Mine? Or yours? Who’s really gonna be in trouble if I "don’t keep my mouth shut"?”

Lois gets anxious when Conner stops texting and answering calls. Something’s wrong, and Lex must be the reason. Her heart lurches.

Conner is just a kid. She can’t let him get hurt. Can’t loose someone again.

So she goes to LexCorp and interrogates Luther right off the porch.

“Where is he? What did you do to him!?”

“Conner? Nothing that is of your business, miss Lane.”

“I swear to god if you touch a hair on his head—“

“He’s my legal property, Lane. I created him, and I know better than anyone how to take care of him and keep him in line.”

Luther’s words send a shudder down her spine. He really didn’t see Conner as his own person? Then what was he capable of doing with him? How far would he go to keep the boy in line?

Long story short: she comes back with her special reinforcement (take a pick of whichever superman, or Batman).

They find Conner kept in a cell, surrounded by strange red lights and there are dried tear-tracks on his face. The door is broken/hacked open, and the three run away. The kid hugs Lois and sobs into her shoulder, and she holds him just as tightly.

“Oh Con, kid, did they hurt you?”

“*sob* I-that asshole said I’d stay there until I learned how to behave…”

“Well you’re definitely not coming back to that shithole. Ever.”

“Where…where do I go then?”

That evening, Conner ends up sitting in front of a TV in Lois’s apartment, eating noodles with her and watching action movies. For the first time since first waking up, he feels like he has a safe space, somewhere to call home. The legal battle with Luthor is going to be tough, but Con can rest assured knowing that Lois won’t let him go. She can get real scary when she wants to.

For now though, those worries are far away as he falls asleep on her shoulder, wearing an oversized sweater that used to belong to someone Lois loved, and she smiles, feeling, for the first time in months, that things will be okay…

Because they’ll have each other.

#Mom/big sister Lois lane and son/lil’ bro Conner would have an incredible dynamic #just saying #dc #dc fanon #dc fanfiction #lois lane #lois and clark #dc lois lane #dc superman #superman #Clark kent #dceu #dc clark kent #dc conner kent #conner kent #superboy #dc superboy #lex luthor #dc hc #dc universe #dc fandom #young justice #dc young justice

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Here’s more of my holiday Hallmark Christmas fic (due out mid January - because we’re including New Year’s? Also it’s already over 50K 😭 idek) so have a nice long chunk because I like this scene 🫧

Eddie cups Buck’s cheek and watches the way Buck leans into the touch. “I’m going to make tea, let you get comfortable, and then I’ll come back. Do you want some, too?”

Buck smiles and nods. “Yeah. You’re going to get me hooked on hot tea every night before bed. I can already feel it starting.”

It’s only fair. Eddie already feels hooked on him. He lets Buck have privacy to undress and goes to fill up and start his kettle heating. When he returns with two steaming mugs, Buck is immersed chin-deep in the hot bath water. It smells faintly of lavender but also has thick, foamy bubbles floating on the surface of the cloudy water, and Buck tells him as he takes his mug, “I may have made my own mix. If you don’t have bubbles with a bath, are you even living?”

Eddie smiles and pulls out a stool that’s tucked under the cabinet so he can sit beside the tub. It’s been a long, long time since he’s used it — since Chris was little enough that he wanted to take baths and “go swimming” in the tub with bubbles and colored foam. Eddie would sit with him and play with rubber ducks and pirate ships and whatever else made him giggle. 

This, however, is entirely different. 

It’s hard not to think about how Buck is naked and not even a foot away from him. It’s even harder not to wonder about shedding everything and joining him. Or kissing him. His lips are so pink and must be raw and chapped from the cold like Eddie’s are. But they don’t look like it. Everything about Buck looks soft and sweet. 

There are little puffs of bubbles decorating the hair on his arms. Streams of steamy bathwater cling to his chest. His hair is wet and sticking up like he dunked himself and fluffed it around. It has clusters of bubbles, too. His cheeks are flushed and he holds the mug Eddie brought him in both hands. When he sips and tastes the tea Eddie chose for him, he closes his eyes first, but then gives Eddie a curious look. “This tastes like berries. Maybe blueberries? Is this a berry tea? I’ve never had berry tea. I love berries.”

Yeah, he definitely enjoys sleepy, adorable Buck.

 “I believe you mentioned that.” He gives him a smile in return and sips his own tea. The hot liquid floods his chest and usually Eddie needs that. Usually, he’s aching and cold without it. It’s still soothing, but he doesn’t quite ache so much tonight. His son is finally home and his Buck is here with him, and all Eddie has to worry about right now is how heavily his heart is beating. “It’s blueberry, lavender, wild berry. A mix of those. I thought you might like it.”

Buck drinks a little more and then sinks back into the steamy water and the bath cushion behind him. “It’s perfect. All of this. I don’t ever want to move. It feels so good. My leg was really hurting. Something about the angle of those plane seats is completely wrong for my stupid legs.”

Eddie starts to reach out for him. He could rub his leg or even hold his hand. Anything to offer him comfort. To be more connected. “You didn’t have to come with me.”  

“I wasn’t going to let you go alone. Plus, my whole job is supposed to be taking care of Chris. So. I’m very dedicated I’ll have you know. My kids are always the number one priority. I had to be there for him.”

Eddie did know. It was why he got attached to the idea of hiring Buck for Chris so quickly. He wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“And also for you,” Buck adds. “Someone needs to look out for you. Not in a bodyguard Athena way. In an everything way. You take care of everyone else and not yourself, and I worry. I want to take care of you, too. Since you keep looking out for me. No one looks out for me. Wow, I didn’t mean to take that to a pity party sort of way. I just mean. I’ve always been alone. By myself. Lone wolf. You know? Even though that whole term is bogus. Wolves are pack animals. They have families and communities. Maybe that’s where the idiom came from? Because wolves and people aren’t supposed to be all alone? Anyway, it was a long trip and I know planes have to be difficult for you. I had to be with you.”

Eddie chuckles a little and rests his elbow on the side of the tub and his head on his hand. “I have noticed that about you.” He’s also noticed the rambling way he talks when he gets tired. It’s different from the excited-about-everything rants he goes on or all the trivia he can spout when he wants to even when his random facts are mixed into everything. 

“I’m starting to think you’re right. It’s nice having a partner to do things with.” Buck drinks more of his tea and then sets it on the ledge behind him and shifts to his side so he’s stretched out, facing Eddie. “When did you get started on the tea thing? Or have you always liked it? What’s your favorite tea? Do you have one? Do you have it cold in the summer?”

No wonder Buck and Chris get along so well. Chris does this sometimes, too. Legions of semi-related questions but very attentive listening. Eddie sits up so he can brush slipping bubbles off Buck’s forehead. He smoothes a thumb over Buck’s eyebrow that’s gone wild and is sticking up much like his hair. And wonders if anyone’s ever kissed his pretty birthmark. 

“Yes, I drink it cold sometimes. I don’t know that I have a favorite? It depends on what I’m feeling like. But chamomile was one of the first ones I tried, and I love peppermint especially mixed with green tea. Chris gave me a chocolate chai for father’s day one year and a black tea with chilies and cinnamon that has a coffee sort of flavor to it, and I loved both of those. My sister, Adriana, gave me one a long time ago. A lavender rooibos that tasted like floral caramel. In a good way. If I had to pick just one as my favorite, it’d probably be that one.”

Buck catches his hand when Eddie starts to pull away. He weaves their fingers together and holds them under the surface of the hot water. “I don’t think I’ve ever tried anything but regular iced tea. And now this one you gave me.” He rests his head on the side of the tub, looking flushed and soggy and still adorable with the frosting of bubbles all over his exposed skin. “When did you start liking tea? What made you like it?” 

And here he thought Buck might have forgotten he’d asked that. He could make something up. Or talk about something else. But then it stays sad and secret, lost with everything else of his family. Eddie takes a deep breath. “My mother loved tea,” he swallows the lump that rises in his chest. He wants to talk about her. He wants to remember her. He wants to never forget how much he loved her. But there are tears that immediately flood his eyes. No matter what he does, it always happens. 

But Buck squeezes his hand and brings it up out of the water until he can kiss Eddie’s knuckles. 

When he lets go, Eddie cups the side of Buck’s face. His several days worth of stubble is tingly against Eddie’s palm, and Eddie wants to be closer. He wants to crack open and let him in. He doesn’t want to be alone and haunted anymore. “It started when I was discharged and came home from Afghanistan. There’d been a helicopter crash. A bad one. Everyone else… None of them made it. I was sure I wasn’t going to either. I was all sorts of fucked up. Mentally. Physically. I had three bad gunshot wounds and the doctors worried I had some kind of spinal trauma. I had cervical, vertebral fractures. And it meant I had to spend several weeks in bed. Doing nothing but lying there, literally losing my mind. And then there were a lot of months of recovery.” 

Buck doesn’t say anything but he nods and listens intently, still holding on to Eddie’s hand even when it slips from his face. 

“My mom would come see me. She’d visit with me and try to keep me from feeling too… well, I’m sure you can imagine how I felt. But every night, she’d make us tea and she’d sit beside me and it was something we always did together. Even after I was better. It started with the chamomile, to try and help me sleep, and it went on from there. She got me hooked. And then,” Eddie clears his throat and wipes at his face. It’s fine. He’s fine. It just hurts. It always does. “When it happened. When I lost her. I just… I wanted to keep her with me. It makes me think of her. So. That’s why. Tea every night.”

Buck wipes at his face, too, and then motions for Eddie to come closer until their foreheads are touching. His hand gently curves around the back of Eddie’s neck and keeps them tethered together. “I know I can’t replace what you lost. Nothing can make up for that. But you do have me now. Just like I have you. I’m here, I’ll be here as long as you want me to be.”

Eddie wants to believe that. God, does he want to believe that. He pulls away slightly, just enough so he can leave a kiss on Buck’s wet forehead. 

Buck makes a soft sighing noise like a happy, purring radiator. And Eddie can’t help wondering what he might sound like if Eddie kissed him on the mouth. 

Not if. When. What will he sound like when Eddie kisses him for real?

#buddie wip #I love all of you sooooo #fic: once upon a december #buddie #911 #jenwyn wip

[memelleity]

hocus pocus sentence starters

❝ oh, look. another glorious morning. it makes me sick! ❞

❝ wake up, darling. ❞

❝ you’re right, i’m wrong. ❞

❝ stop that! i need to concentrate! ❞

❝ i smell a child. ❞

❝ open up your mouth. ❞

❝ get away from my potion! ❞

❝ there are not enough children in the world to make you young and beautiful! ❞

❝ dazzle me, my darling. ❞

❝ witches? there be no witches here, sir! ❞

❝ this is terribly uncomfortable. ❞

❝ we seem to have a skeptic in our midst. ❞

❝ would you care to share your california, laid-back, tie-dyed point of view? ❞

❝ everyone knows that halloween was invented by the candy companies. ❞

❝ it’s the one night of the year where the spirits of the dead can return to earth. ❞

❝ well, in case jimi hendrix shows up tonight, here’s my number. ❞

❝ look, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to embarrass you in class. ❞

❝ what am i supposed to do with my afternoon? ❞

❝ hey, how was school? ❞

❝ don’t be such a crab! ❞

❝ it’s a full moon outside! the weirdos are out! ❞

❝ couldn’t you forget about being a cool teenager just for one night? ❞

❝ we used to have so much fun together trick-or-treating. remember? ❞

❝ the old days are dead. ❞

❝ hurry up! the bewitching hour is about to begin! ❞

❝ can we go home now? ❞

❝ you should’ve punched him. ❞

❝ this is your home now, so get used to it. ❞

❝ give me one more chance? ❞

❝ whoa. check that out— something just few across the moon! ❞

❝ i love your costume. ❞

❝ well, come on, make a believer out of me. ❞

❝ look, just do this one thing for me, and i’ll do anything you say. ❞

❝ oh, come on. it’s just a bunch of hocus pocus. ❞

❝ how time fies when you’re dead! ❞

❝ it’s been great fun, but i— i guess i’d better be going. ❞

❝ you leave my brother alone! ❞

❝ she poisoned him and sewed his mouth shut with a dull needle, so he couldn’t tell her secrets even in death. ❞

❝ ____ always was the jealous type. ❞

❝ i hate halloween. ❞

❝ you explained it beautifully. ❞

❝ you will fail to save your friends, just as you failed to save your sister! ❞

❝ are you okay? ❞

❝ relax. i’ve hunted mice down here for years. ❞

❝ think soothing thoughts. ❞

❝ i need one of those instant ice packs. you girls are giving me a fever! yeow! ❞

❝ anybody ever tell you you’re very easy on the eyes? ❞

❝ i told you, i can’t die. ❞

❝ what would mother say if she could see us like this? ❞

❝ what kind of costumes are these? ❞

❝ haven’t seen you for centuries. ❞

❝ what the heck, why don’t you come in?  ❞

❝ they thought i was a real cop. ❞

❝ aren’t you a little old to be trick-or-treating? ❞

❝ get out of my house! ❞

❝ something terrible happened. ❞

❝ how much candy have you had, honey? ❞

❝ don’t you see how crazy this sounds? ❞

❝ your kids are in danger! ❞

❝ i’m serious! it’s not a joke! ❞

❝ thank you, ____, for that marvelous introduction. ❞

❝ i put a spell on you, and now you’re mine. ❞

❝ i have an idea. ❞

❝ what is this place? ❞

❝ read any good spellbooks lately? ❞

❝ you can’t keep blaming yourself for that. that happened so long ago. ❞

❝ take good care of ____. you’ll never know how precious she is until you lose her.❞

❝ you’re a ____ now, buddy. one of us. ❞

❝ you wanna smash some pumpkins? ❞

❝ i don’t feel so good. ❞

❝ why was i cursed with such idiot sisters? ❞

❝ i remember it like it was yesterday… ❞

❝ my parents are gonna kill me. ❞

❝ i wish you could stay. ❞

❝ what harm could it do? ❞

❝ do you wanna hit me? would that cheer you up? ❞

❝ we are doomed. i feel the icy breath of death upon my neck. ❞

❝ take me to the window. i wish to say good-bye. ❞

❝ good-bye, cruel world. ❞

❝ nothing good can come from this book. you got it? ❞

❝ something’s not right. ❞

❝ don’t listen to her! ❞

❝ we need a miracle. ❞

❝ it doesn’t matter how young or old you are! you sold your soul! you’re the ugliest thing that’s ever lived, and you know it! ❞

❝ she bit me! ❞

❝ prepare to die! ❞

❝ there’s one thing that i know that you don’t! ❞

❝ oh, don’t say it. don’t even say it. ❞

❝ she really hurt my feelings. ❞

❝ i killed you once! i shall kill you again, you maggoty malfeasance! ❞

❝ you’ll be safe in here. ❞

❝ i’ve had enough of you. ❞

❝ i’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget! ❞

❝ are you okay? ❞

❝ you saved my life. ❞

❝ i love you, jerkface. ❞

❝ come on. please don’t be sad for me. ❞

#prompt meme #sentence starters #starter meme #roleplay prompts #rp prompts #sentence starter meme #rpc meme #roleplay meme

[bow-chicka-wow-wow-wow]

Worst GTA Characters

1. Melvin “Big Smoke” Harris (San Andreas) - Let me get two number 9s, a number 9 large, and well, you know the rest. Oh, some Ballas. Nah, I can’t let this food go bad, let me just stuff my big fat fucking face. Oh by the way, I’m actually allied with the Ballas, and I’ve betrayed my childhood friends. I meant to have Sweet killed, but I ended up accidentally having his mother killed. Smoke is an opportunist, and was always out for himself. Fun fact, when he says “If you can eat your food, while everybody else is losing theirs, and blaming you, you straight,” he actually meant if you can profit while everyone else is losing everything because of you, then you’re okay,” foreshadowing his own betrayal. Almost hurt me to have to kill him in the end, although his mentality is the surest path to hell. Well, that and 15 microdots and an ounce of mescaline. Also, he had no regrets. He saw an opportunity, and took it, no matter who he ended up hurting.

2. Frank Tenpenny (San Andreas) - When it comes to GTA baddies, Tenpenny is one of the worst. He builds a crack empire in order to extort money from, he convinces opportunist Smoke to be the head of said drug empire and ally himself with the Ballas, he orders a hit on Grove OG Sweet after Smoke fails to convince him to get into the drug trade, he murders Internal Affairs officer Ralph Pendlebury for threatening to leak corruption evidence, and he frames the murder on CJ, blackmailing him into cleaning up his mess. Officer Pulaski may be cruel and sadistic, but Tenpenny is much worse. He even has Officer Hernandez killed for snitching on him. Once CJ’s usefulness has come to an end, he orders Pulaski to kill him and Hernandez, resulting in Pulaski’s death. He even manages to avoid jail time, thanks to the would-be witness he orders CJ to kill, causing a city-wide riot. Thankfully, his erratic behavior in the end cost him his life. Fun fact, it’s actually possible that he left Pulaski to deal with CJ cause he knew CJ would end up killing him.

3. The Celebrinator (TBoGT) - Look, buddy, my boss is struggling to maintain two nightclubs, owes money to some dangerous monsters, and is $2 million in the hole for some diamonds that got stolen from him. I got enough problems without your tabloid journalism fake news bullshit! You know what, I’m just gonna throw you out of a helicopter! Oh, I guess I don’t want ANOTHER murder on my conscience, among literally thousands! Guess I’ll save you! Haha, you shit your pants! Guess you’ll never mess with me again!

4. Auntie Poulet (Vice City) - She only appears in three missions as a mission giver. When Tommy initiated a gang war between the Cubans and the Haitians, Tommy does some missions for Umberto Robina, and eventually gets contacted by Auntie Poulet, who drugs Tommy into taking the Haitians side of the war. Then after her mission thread, you’re no longer useful and the Haitians attack you on sight once you step into their turf, following Poulet’s phone call telling you you’re no longer welcome in Haitian territory. Wow, so you use me against my will only to dispose of me in the end?

5. Kent Paul (Vice City) - It’s always funny to watch him try his luck with the ladies, only to fail so spectacularly. This English man keeps his nose in places it shouldn’t be, but that does make him useful if you want to know something involving Vice City’s criminal underworld. And he’s managed two well known Scottish rock bands, Love Fist and Gurning Chimps. But the thing that breaks it with this particular character, is the fact that he can be as petty as Lance when he calls complaining about your lack of respect for him. I hope he too doesn’t sell me out to a rival Mafia family.

6. Brian Jeremy (TLAD) - Ever heard the phrase “Nobody Likes A Kiss-ass?” Clearly Brian hasn’t. He is constant brown-nosing Billy ever since the latter got out of rehab. The Alderney Chapter President of the Lost M.C. is always making the obviously wrong decisions, causing friction between himself and Johnny. And quite frankly, the rest of the chapter doesn’t seem to agree with his methods either, save for Brian. Even Billy finds his kiss-ass annoying, too! When Billy gets arrested, Brian forms a faction that are dumb enough to follow against Johnny, who has taken over as President. I NEVER let him live the mission “Bad Standing.” I make sure he’s halfway to hell.

7. Ray Bulgarin (GTA IV) - So you say your boss is a pain. If he is the head of a smuggling/traffic ring, and he loses his latest consignment in a ship that sinks, and blames you, and tries everything in his power to have you killed, then you have the wrong boss. Granted, in the original GTA IV, he only shows up twice. He makes a more prominent appearance in TBoGT, when he employs Luis, up until he finds out he and Tony were involved in the Diamonds Arc, which Bulgarin claims are his diamonds, then spends the rest of the game trying to have them killed. Word to the wise, stay away from this guy!

8. Zero (San Andreas) - Did you know that you do NOT have to complete his mission thread in order to complete the story mode? BECAUSE I DIDN’T!!! Fun fact, even his voice actor, David Cross, couldn’t stand hearing his voice in the mission “Supply Lines,” so you know this is an interesting entry! Also prior to the casino heist, he boasts to his rival Berkley about the upcoming robbery, which makes the heist more difficult than it needed to be. I laughed my ass off when CJ punches him in the face, knocking him out for his idiotic mistake! That’s for “Supply Lines,” you prick!

9. Beverly Felton (GTA V) - What’s Vinewood without the annoying paparazzi? Beverly is an overweight, obnoxious paparazzo who tasks Franklin with helping him harass various stars around the Vinewood area. When he tasks Franklin to take some photos on his own, Franklin returns and demands his payment, only to be blown off cause they’re shooting a reality show. Oh God, if only I had a rocket lau- OH WAIT I DO! Yeah I kill that obnoxious prick for being, well, an obnoxious prick!

10. Tonya Wiggins (GTA V) - Good ol’ GTA. You get to steal cars, rob stores, get as many cops to kill you as you can, and… tow cars? I’m sorry, TOW cars? Yep, GTA V adds the ability to do yoga, go to therapy, and the mundane task of towing cars. Thanks to a potentially old flame/crackhead Tonya, whose boyfriend works at a towing company. By “works” I mean sitting on his ass and smoking crack. In order to keep his job, I get guilt-tripped by Tonya to do his job for him for nothing. And what’s worse, her first mission is actually required to progress the story, despite being a Strangers and Freaks mission. Good news is her other missions aren’t required, and spoiler alert, they’re literally the exact same thing.

11. Isiah Friedlander (GTA V) - I got some problems. I’m stealing cars, running over pedestrians, killing cops, causing chaos. I need some professional help. By “help,” I mean someone to complain to while he just takes my money, overcharges more for each subsequent session, just checks his watch, and not even listen to me? What, not even my therapist cares about me? What do I pay you for?? Well, you got a nice car, I’ll just steal it. Asshole. Also, do the world a favor. After your last session with him, and he reveals that he has written all your sessions in a book that has been published, kill that prick!

12. Catalina (San Andreas and GTA III) - Do you have a psycho girlfriend? Why is she psycho? Does she go berserk when you rob the countryside with her? Does she force you to have awkward, BDSM sex with her? Does she dump you for some mute with absolutely no personality? Does she shoot you during a robbery and leave you for dead? Wow, you ARE dating a psycho! Run, while you still can! Catalina is without a doubt the most evil character in the entire 3D universe. She’s that universe’s version of Dimitri Rascalov, screwing people over to benefit herself. It’s likely she’d betray the Cartel too, if Claude hadn’t killed her and taken his revenge. Thank God my girlfriend isn’t like that!

13. Karen “Michelle” Daniels (GTA IV) - What do you do when your girlfriend turns out to be a narc? You put her on a list of GTA characters you hate, obviously! Introduced as “Michelle,” she was there to introduce players to the revamped “dating” mechanic that was previously in San Andreas, and this version is actually part of the “friends” mechanic. You know, the “let’s go bowling” everyone absolutely loves! Other than 4 mission appearances, she does little to nothing to the plot, except in her betrayal, when she reveals she’s an agent for the IAA, and her boss forces you to take down links to terrorism and threats to homeland security, in exchange for not having 100 murders pinned on you, and helping find the man who betrayed your unit. So, in a way, I think I should thank Karen for entrapping me in her honeypot operation.

14. Trey “Playboy X” Stewart (GTA IV) - Scumbag. Just an absolute scumbag. He stopped caring about his former friend/mentor Dwayne, and wanted to kill him after the latter has Niko kill the gangsters managing the Triangle gentleman’s club, a club Dwayne ran before his incarceration. When you get the choice to kill either Dwayne or Playboy, and you kill Dwayne, not only does the game let you know in a sad way you picked the wrong choice, but you’re everything that’s wrong with this world and I wonder how you sleep at night! I kill Playboy because not only do I (and Niko) sympathize with Dwayne, but I get his penthouse apartment and the classic Claude outfit!

15. Lance “Ryder” Wilson (San Andreas) - Could it be possible that Ryder calls you a buster because he himself is a buster? Also, what are your thoughts about the possibility that Ryder wasn’t originally meant to betray you? It still doesn’t detract from the fact that he seems to hold CJ in the most contempt out of everyone in Grove. Sure, Sweet was none too happy to see you again, but Ryder just can’t pass up every chance to call CJ a buster and comment on his “shitty” driving skills, which is obviously a meta joke referencing the chaotic way ALL GTA players drive (except yours truly). The only thing that shocked me when Ryder betrayed Grove was the fact that there was not even a mention of him, just Smoke! Still, I can’t help but feel his death was well earned for the way he’s always treated me!

16. Amanda De Santa (GTA V) - What do you do when you’re trapped in an unhappy marriage and divorce is just not an option? You cheat on your husband with literally EVERY man you come in contact with! In her defense, yes, Michael is by zero means a good husband or father, and she was faithful to him till she caught him cheating on her with a stripper. The thing I hate most about her is forcing me to do yoga in GTA. I play this game to cause chaos, not to seek enlightenment! Honestly, the De Santas’ marriage is like Walter and Skyler White’s marriage on steroids.

17. Devin Weston (GTA V) - Not all rich people are bad, right?! RIGHT?! Devin is the billionaire contact for the corrupt FIB division Michael, Franklin, and Trevor are forced to work for. He has Michael work with movie producer Solomon Richards on his latest film, and has Franklin in charge of an operation to steal five exotic vehicles. Things don’t work out well for our heroes though, as Devin cheats Franklin of his payment for the cars, and plans to cancel Michael’s movie production right before they finish, shut down the studio, tear it down, and redevelop it into condos after he gets a tax payout. Fortunately, the movie still happens, infuriating Devin. I don’t think he cares that Molly gets killed when Michael takes the film back, but he just doesn’t like that Michael made a fool of him. His death at the hands of all three protagonists was cathartic (yes, the “Deathwish” ending IS the canon ending!)

18. Simeon Yetarian (GTA V) - Somehow, Simeon found out that I’m making this list, and I’ve added him to it. You know what he said? He said I was a racist. Simeon runs a shady car dealership, where he gaslights his clients into buying his lucrative vehicles in his showroom, taking advantage of the fact that he’s Armenian and calling them a racist to get them to buy the cars at exorbitant interest rates that are nigh impossible to pay in full. When they inevitably default on their payments, he has his employees Franklin and Lamar repossess them. I’m glad Michael beat the ever-living shit out of him when he targeted his son Jimmy in one of his schemes. Call that karmic retribution. It does get Franklin and Lamar fired though, but maybe it’s for the best.

19. Jeffery “OG Loc” Cross (San Andreas) - You know that one kid in high school you just can’t stand cause he’s an annoying poser? Yep, that’s Jeffery. Oh sorry, “OG Loc!” This wannabe gangsta rapper gets himself thrown in jail just for minor misdemeanors just to help his career, which only skyrocketed because he stole Madd Dogg’s rhyme book, quite simply because he is absolutely awful at rapping. And his voice… I honestly wanna put a cheese grater to my eardrums. And you know you’re perpetrating when you gotta call yourself “OG Loc,” and you just gotta say you’re “gangsta,” just to drive your point. This character is absolutely unlikable in every way imaginable.

20. Manuel Escuela (GTA IV) - “The streets, man!” Manny is one of the most, if not the most, annoying characters IN GTA IV. Literally every sentence he utters the words “the streets,” and “man!” He even claims to have been one of the inventors of hip hop before it went commercial. His crusade is to “help clean the streets,” including busting and killing drug dealers (or hiring Niko to do so and take the credit). I was honestly both shocked and relieved when Elizabeta Torres shot and killed him when he harassed her for dealing drugs. But, he gets his organs harvested in the black market, so I guess he finally gets to help the streets after all!

21. Eddie Pulaski (San Andreas) - The instant I met this prick in the beginning of the game, I already looked forward to the moment you get to kill him. An officer of the corrupt C.R.A.S.H. division, and Tenpenny’s right hand man, Pulaski is cruel, sadistic, and racist. He carries out Tenpenny’s orders with little to no hesitation, and constantly taunts CJ. Right before CJ finally does him in, he smugly requests to have sex with CJ’s sister. Pulaski, you were a scumbag to the end.

22. Vladimir Glebov (GTA IV) - Ever played any game at all, and you come across one certain character, and say to yourself, “Can’t wait till I inevitably kill this prick?” That’s Vlad to a T. He’s rude, obnoxious, and inconsiderate. He always boasts about his “powerful friends,” being a debt collector for the Faustin Bratva. The straw that broke the camel’s back was him boasting about his affair with Roman’s girlfriend, Mallorie. After Niko kills him, Mikhail Faustin, despite not being particularly pleased that Niko killed one of his men, nevertheless despised the idiotic Vlad. He only kept him around because Faustin had sex with Vlad’s sister. So much for your powerful “friends.”

23. Maria Latore (GTA III) - Look up the phrase “gold digger.” Chances are you’ll end up with a picture of her. Maria is the trophy wife of Salvatore Leone, and it’s obvious they do not love each other at all. Maria only married him because he’s a rich and powerful Don of a Mafia Family. She’s also the reason Claude becomes a marked man for the Leone Family. She told a paranoid Salvatore that she and Claude were having an affair just to spite him. Honestly, if I were Claude, the moment she got kidnapped by the Cartel, I’d just let her die instead of paying $500,000 to my ex-girlfriend.

24. Bruce “Brucie” Kibbutz (GTA IV) - Business entrepreneur, “alpha male,” and steroid junkie, Brucie is the one guy you’d see at the gym that’s very obnoxious about his workout. His mission thread involves you killing some people just because he’s suffering from ‘roid rage. He one of the characters that can call you every five minutes outside of missions, a mechanic that most GTA players hate. Honestly, Brucie, I’d much rather be hanging out with Little Jacob. In TBoGT, his brother, Mori, is MUCH worse!

25. Roman Bellic (GTA IV) - “Cousin, let’s go bowling!” The thing that breaks it for most gamers is the infamous phone call seemingly every 5 minutes when you linger too long outside of missions. Roman also has a gambling problem that has constantly gotten himself and his cousin Niko into trouble. In the end of the game, you can be a real asshole and take the deal ending and get Roman killed at his wedding!

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