#earlier yesterday who did insult me.

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Cry more, dipshit. Cannot believe you got offended by that. I'm unfollowing after that pathetic showing.

??????????? Ok??? I don't even know what you're talking about or why you felt the need to insult me and tell me that you're unfollowing....

#santanswered #except... I don't know a single follower of mine who would call me pathetic or a dipshit and I do know someone who wasn't respectful of me #earlier yesterday who did insult me. #just to clarify #no. that person didn't offend me. however I'm not one to take shit and I'll very much point out things I don't like that are disrespectful #and if you were an actual follower who got this pissed off over me having a desire to be respected.... why'd you even follow me?

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gossip girl · pt. xii

based on the tv series gossip girl

max verstappen / charles leclerc x socialité!reader

fc: elsa hosk (y/n) · taylor hill (léa) · barbara palvin (jolie)

a/n: hi! i am so sorry this took so long, but this winter break has been hell!!! i had exams this week and i couldn't find time to write. i hope you all enjoyed your holidays and that this new year is a good one for you. here's a new part for you, hope you enjoy it!!! (and, once again, sorry for taking so long!)🤍

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max was used to the attention, to the never-ending hate comments on social media and to people wishing him misery. he knew it was a side effect of his success and over the years he had learnt how to deal with it. but what he did not expect was to see these insults aimed at you. he was aware of how everyone seemed to be interested into knowing every single detail of your daily life, he knew how public your past relationship with charles had been and how the fans had loved every single second of it. but that was four years ago and he thought that should have been enough time for everyone to move on, but he was wrong.

your last instagram post had been the catalyst of it all. the press had started creating this narrative where they painted you as some sort of predator of formula 1 drivers, even posting polls online of who would be your next prey. and, although, he has never been a fan of social media, a few of this posts still made it to his "for you" page.

the warm sun rays streamed through the curtains of the hotel room. it had been a few days since you landed in abu dhabi. the warm weather felt like a gift after spending a couple of weeks in las vegas. you woke up in max's arms and he starred at you as you slowly moved and wrapped your arms tighter around his body.

"morning". you said and you moved to give max a quick chaste kiss. "how long have you been awake for?".

"just a few minutes". he said while carefully stroking your hair. "your phone kept beeping"

"shit, sorry, i forgot to put it on silent". you moved to grab your phone from nightstand and then rested your head again on max's chest.

"it's okay".

jolie's name popped on the screen of your phone. she had been texting you to tell you she had landed earlier in abu dhabi. she was the type of person to never miss an opportunity to have some fun, so when she had told you a few days ago to tell you she would be attending to this weekend gp, you were not surprised. you had figured out that the youngest of the leclerc brothers also had something to do with this, as arthur was also racing in the city this weekend.

"jolie is asking me to join her for the formula 2 sprint race". you explained to max.

"oh, right, she's came here to see arthur?".

"yeah". you replied. "do you mind if i go with her?".

"no, i don't care, i'm probably going to be busy anyways". max answered. "why are you asking me this?".

"it's just-. nothing". you replied as you draw circles on max's bare chest. "i read an article yesterday about me, us and charles, not a very nice one i must say-".

"you shouldn't read that shit".

"i know, i know". you replied after letting out a sigh. "but it got me thinking maybe you don't feel comfortable with this".

"what exactly?"

"me getting along with charles, with his family-".

"i don't care". he repeated with confidence. "i trust you".

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jolie was nervously biting her nails as she watched the end of the sprint race on the screen of arthur's garage. it had been a tough race for her best friend, he had finished 21st after having a few issues with the car.

"fuck". she cursed under her breath. "he's gonna be so upset after this".

"at least you're here to cheer him up". you said. "try to remind him that the big day is tomorrow, not today".

"right". jolie replied. "when does the f1 qualy start?".

"uhm". you started. "in-".

"in less than an hour". you heard a male voice from behind you say.

charles, who was already in his red race suit, was standing behind you. his hair was a bit messy, probably because he had recently changed his clothes, and he was gently fixing it with his fingers. jolie, who was excited to see him, opened her arms to give him a warm hug. afterwards, he smiled at you and leaned in to give you a quick kiss on your right cheek. unintentionally, you felt yourself blushing at the innocent, but adorable action.

"it didn't go well, right?". he asked as he watched the results of the formula 2 sprint race on screen.

"yeah". jolie replied. "luckily there is another leclerc that we will be cheering on today".

"i'm afraid someone here is going to be rooting for anther driver". he said as he stared at you.

"i don't even like gasly that much". you replied and charles let out a loud laugh.

"she is always cheering for you". jolie said. "when you broke up, she would never miss a race and she would get so nervous sometimes that she would start praying".

"oh, really?".

"you didn't have to expose me like that, you know?". you told your sister who shrugged her shoulders.

"well, it's the truth". she said. "she's always gonna be your number one fan".

"good". charles replied. "because i am always going to be hers".

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chapter xx – gust & flame

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Eris Vanserra has been a prisoner in his own home since the day he was born. He has done what he had to in order to survive and protect the few he loves. And he is playing the long game. Waiting, waiting, and waiting for the right time to make his move, to usurp his wicked father and become High Lord of Autumn Court. But things become even more complicated when a human girl drops into his life. Perhaps Eris can wait no longer to take his throne.

Word Count: 3,900+

Warnings: mentions of sexual assault, human trafficking

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Y/N woke up in a jolt. Somehow she immediately knew she had slept in. Her head whipped to the window to note that the sun was far too high in the sky. She was late for training. 

She sprinted around the room, changing into her training gear. 

That was when she registered that she wasn’t changing out of pajamas, but the clothes from yesterday. 

Y/N paused as all the events of last night returned. 

Eris had climbed onto the back of her horse. He’d carried her to her chambers last night and tucked her gently into bed. 

It felt like a dream. How had it not panicked her to be so close to someone who still felt like a stranger sometimes? But her body had only been relaxed – past her utter exhaustion, that is. 

Y/N blinked, urging herself out of the memory. 

She was already so late, and the Weapons Master would surely be irritated and make her pay for it by being extra hard on her with training. 

Y/N sprinted down the halls of the Forest House, yelping out apologies over her shoulder to all the servants that she nearly ran into in the process. 

But when she arrived to the training courtyard, the Weapons Master was nowhere to be found. 

And in his place was Eris – shirtless. 

A dozen soldiers surrounded him with various weapons drawn. They all took turns attacking their High Lord – or sometimes all lunging for him at the same time. 

Y/N knew Eris was the general of Autumn Court’s army before usurping Beron. Yet seeing him handle a sword so well still caught her by surprise somehow. It was clear he had been taking it easy on her when they'd sparred at the top of the House of Wind.

Eris never looked panicked, and he handled every attack as if it was obvious. But the only thing that was obvious was that his soldiers were not holding back anything. In fact, they seemed utterly frustrated that they couldn’t get a hit on their High Lord. Perhaps their failure to do so was an insult to Eris’ training as their former general. 

Eris’ skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat. And that sweat only made his muscles even more pronounced. 

Upon their earlier run ins, Y/N had assumed Eris was leaner than the other male fae she had befriended. But he was just as muscular as Azriel and Cassian – whom Y/N had seen shirtless almost more times than she saw them clothed. 

Once Y/N was able to get past her own attraction, she noticed that Eris’ skin was also riddled with scars. 

From what she knew of fae bodies, it was rather hard for injuries to scar. But after Y/N had witnessed – and been a victim herself – to Beron’s evil, she could only assume that the bastard had a hand in most of Eris’ scarring. 

Eris knocked down one of his soldiers, giving himself a few pauses of rest, when he noticed Y/N’s arrival. 

They all followed his gaze, wondering what had caught their High Lord’s attention. 

With it, they all bowed deeply to her. 

The gesture still made Y/N uncomfortable. It felt undeserved and quite silly. 

A servant rushed over to Eris with a towel before he reached her. 

“Sleep well?” Eris asked her casually.

Clearly, he was completely unaware of what his semi-nakedness was doing to her. 

“I didn’t mean to sleep in,” Y/N muttered with embarrassment, trying hard not to stare at his pecs or abs. 

“I did,” he quickly countered. “I canceled your training last night. You have been overworking yourself.” 

Y/N glared at him and crossed her arms. “You are allowed to force a break on me. But does that power go both ways?” 

Eris smirked. “Why? Are you concerned for me, little witch?” 

But Y/N didn’t back down. “Well, someone has to be.”

He seemed surprised at how easily she admitted it. 

“Come, I have something to show you.” He nodded to the door back inside the Forest House. 

The servant came back to him. This time, with a white tunic. 

Eris threw it over his head, not bothering to tie the neckline. So Y/N still got a peak of his muscular chest. 

Y/N walked alongside him as he led her through the curving hallways. 

“Rhysand had your things delivered. But I thought you deserved your own space for your craft. I apologize for keeping you away from your things, but I needed time for them to clear out a space for all of it.”

Y/N’s brow furrowed, not yet understanding what he was telling her. 

But Eris was already opening the door. 

He gestured for her to go in first. 

The room gave a green glow from the morning sun coming through the mostly emerald, stained-glass windows and ceiling. The walls were covered in dark and rich wood paneling. But the floor was a dark tile with an intricate design, clearly made to be an easy cleanup. 

Her plants and herbs had been transported here from her store in Velaris, along with the rest of her supplies. It was stored in the countless wooden cabinets. But there seemed to be countless new things provided to her, as well. 

Eris stood back, watching Y/N take in the room. 

“If it is not to your liking, you may change anything you wish.” Did he sound nervous? “Just say the word.”

“It…It’s b-beautiful,” Y/N managed to whisper as her wide eyes still took it all in. 

Eris cleared his throat awkwardly. “Will it suffice?” 

She blinked “Suffice?”

He stepped closer to her, his hands clasped behind his back. “Potions, casting, research – anything that your craft requires…”

All she could bring herself to do was nod with enthusiasm.

Then she turned to fully face him, putting her back to the room. Her eyes were glazed over in tears. But she refused to embarrass herself by crying in front of him.

“E-Eris…t-thank you,” she breathed. 

“It is the least I can do after keeping you here,” he answered as he look at the ground. 

Y/N stepped toward him. 

The closeness made Eris’ head snap up to look at her. 

“Would you do such things for me…if I was not…” She hesitated. “If I was not your mate?”

The question was like a slap, and Y/N saw it on his face.  

Eris’ nostrils flared and his jaw clenched. 

“I am not entirely sure what you are asking,” he finally admitted after a moment.

His answer only seemed to put even more distance between them. Y/N’s posture collapsed slightly as she shook her head. 

“Forget it,” she mumbled. “Thank you for this.”  

“No,” Eris defended firmly. “Tell me what you mean by asking such things.” 

Y/N wanted to run. Run from the room. Run from Eris. Run from this bond. 

But the guilt at doing so after he just gifted her such a room was what made her frozen in place. 

“Sometimes I wonder…” she muttered. 

“Yes,” he encouraged her. 

She lifted her gaze to him. “Sometimes I wonder if you only do these things because you think it is what is required of you…since I am your mate.” 

Eris brow rose as he slowly understood what she was trying to communicate. “As opposed to what? Doing them because I want to?” 

She shrugged. “I guess.” 

“You think I only gift you such things because of the bond?” Eris asked. “As if it forces me to perform such acts?” 

Y/N just nodded her head, but her hypothesis was clearly holding firm. 

Eris took in a deep breath and stepped to Y/N until their chests were almost touching. “It seems that I need to clarify something, Y/N.” 

And Y/N heart raced at his tone alone. 

“I shower you with gifts because I wish to. Because it makes my heart race to see your eyes light up from it. I am not hypnotized by our mating bond to do anything. The Cauldron works in mysterious ways, yes. But I have known many males who have ignored their mates entirely, some who even abused them. So, no… the bond forces me to do nothing. I only enjoy making you happy.” He stared into her eyes before finishing with, “Do you understand?” 

Y/N nodded because she didn’t trust herself with words after such a confession.

Eris then hung his head in shame before adding, “Perhaps once day I will be able to express how I feel through words, instead of using gifts to tell you.” 

“And why won’t you try now?” 

Eris frowned as he raised his head. “Because it would be the thing that made you run again. And we both know it.” 

Y/N’s heart was screaming at her to tell him what she was thinking, what haunted her. He deserved to know how she felt about all of this – him, them, the bond. He did so much for her and never ever asked for anything in return. 

But that just meant he deserved to know her feelings even more. 

Y/N took in a shaky breath. “Eris–“

A messenger rushed through the open door. “High Lord, pardon the interruption.”

“What is it?” Eris barked. 

“It’s your brother, Aurelius. He has taken Mycenae.”

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Y/N was keeping in step with Eris as he rushed to the main court yard. 

“Mycenae is on the Erythrian Sea,” he explained to her. “And its harbors are where the majority of our imports come through. He means to cut off our supplies and hoard them.” 

“But what does he want?”

“Most likely? To kill me.” Eris shrugged. 

Y/N froze. “Eris, that is not funny!”

He stopped to. “And I was not kidding.” 

“How long of a ride is it?”

“We are not riding. We are winnowing. An element of surprise is needed.” Then he gave her a warning look. “And you are not coming with.” 

Suddenly, a gust of wind whipped through all of them, hard enough that Eris had to dig his feet into the ground to stand still.

He looked at Y/N quickly, because it was clear she was listening to something he could not. 

Her eyes widened and the expression she threw at him was desperate. 

“Please, I must go,” she whispered shakily. 

Eris looked around them, making sure his soldiers were at least pretending not to listen to their conversation. 

He moved closer and lowered his voice. “It is not safe, Y/N.” 

“I can look after myself. Plus, I can help, and you know it.”

“Yes, and you can help by looking after the Forest House. This could be a distraction while my brother plans on attacking here, while I am elsewhere.” 

“If he truly means to kill you, he will save the sacking of the Forest House after you’re dead,” Y/N countered harshly. “I have not asked for anything from you, Eris. But I am asking you this: let me go with you. There is something I must do.” 

Eris knew she was right, but he ignored her. 

Just then, one of his commanders winnowed beside them. 

“I can direct you to a safe distance from his forces, High Lord. They are armed and at the ready. He knows you are coming.”  

Eris turned to Y/N. “You stay at my side at all times. Do you understand? And at the first sign of danger, I will be commanding one of my soldiers to winnow you back.” 

She nodded aggressively. 

Then he turned to what appeared to be somewhat of a squire nearby. “Get her some armor.” 

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The Autumn Court army stood ready to winnow together. Those who did not have the ability clustered to High Fae who did. It was not all of the court’s forces, but Y/N knew not to underestimate the small portion of it they did have. 

Both Eris and Y/N had on armor. A squire had found an old female set and hurriedly helped Y/N into with a bit of privacy. It was a little big at some parts, but it would do. 

“We will get your own made,” Eris had noted when he saw her step out. 

Now, Eris held Y/N’s hand tightly. He looked down at her, silently asking her to change her mind about coming. 

But her only response was to squeeze his hand. 

Then they were somewhere else. 

As soon as Y/N was aware of her surroundings, her eyes narrowed into a glare.

“I wondered when you would finally grace us with your presence,” someone called out from in the woods. The trees were not that close together, but the fog made it only possible to see the rough outline of a small army in the distance. 

“Come out, Aurelius!” Eris called out. “Before you get all your fools killed.” 

Y/N took a half step forward. He looked down to see that her eyes had turned that glowing white once again. Slowly raising her hands up from her sides, Eris felt the magic radiating off of her. 

Slowly the fog before them disappeared, exposing their enemy. 

But just as it did, someone in the distance yelled, “Fire!” 

Two hundred arrows launched into the air, aiming straight for them. 

Eris shoved Y/N behind him, using his own body as her shield.

But it was pointless, for her wind had already rushed from the side and tossed the arrows into a frenzy that they never got even close to them. 

Anger overtook him now. 

They dare fire on their High Lord and his mate? 

Now…they would regret it. 

With a growl, Eris launched himself forward. With just a few wave of his hands, a wall of fire thirty yards high and fifty yards across flew towards their enemy, leaving no holes for escape. 

It hit them within seconds of releasing. And cries of pain and horror were the only thing that proved the attack had been successful. 

But not everyone had been taken out. There would be some who wielded enough power to shield themselves or use their own abilities to counter the fire. 

Eris looked at his commander. “Bring my brother to me alive. The rest can die.” 

With that, his soldiers charged into the trees. 

Y/N did as Eris asked, staying near his side. Though she used her bow to shoot down the enemy from a safe distance. Eris used his magic to take down hoards of his brother’s army. He would’ve stepped into the frenzy if he were not worried about taking Y/N with him. 

The battle only lasted 20 minutes or so before Eris had had enough. This killing was pointless and his brother was a coward for letting others fight such a battle for him. 

With the clap of Eris’ hands, he erupted a wall of fire from the ground and it separated his men from the enemy. The rest of his brother’s rebels, who were behind enemy lines, were killed by Eris’ army. 

Y/N strapped her bow behind her back and unsheathed her sword as she followed Eris toward the wall. 

Through the flames, he caught sight of his brother. Y/N had to stand further back due to the burning heat of the fire wall. 

As soon as Eris locked eyes with Aurelius, the wall collapsed. 

A whip of fire lashed out, wrapping around Aurelius and dragging him toward Eris as his skin was scorched from the flames.

The pulling only stopped when he was on his knees before his High Lord and brother. 

Y/N took in the new Vanserra brother. Perhaps he was once handsome, but the bitterness has made his frown deeper and his face harder. He shared that infamous red hair with his brothers. But the kindness in Lucien and Eris’ eyes was missing. Despite all her efforts, Leonora could not save all of her sons from Beron poisoning their souls.  

“You’re a fool, Aurelius.” Eris hissed. “Did you believe you stood a chance?” 

But Aurelius wasn’t looking at his brother. He was looking at Y/N. 

“Brought your witch whore, did you?” 

With the slander, fifty bows knocked an arrow and aimed at Aurelius. To insult their High Lord’s mate was to insult their entire court. 

Y/N only glared at him in return, not even blinking at the comment. 

Eris launched forward, punching Aurelius so hard across the face that teeth flew out of his mouth.

He grabbed Aurelius by the neck in a death grip. “You dare to even look at her! Try to again, and I will rip out your eyeballs, so you never can.” 

Aurelius was smart enough to show fear and regret now. But he wasn’t done taunting his brother yet. 

“Does she know?” He rasped as the whip of fire tightened. “Does she know that she is bonded to a monster?”

“I did what I had to in order to survive Beron,” Eris hissed. “The difference between you and me is that mine was a mask. But you…no, you took it all to heart and let our father ruin you.”

Aurelius laughed in his face. “Oh, is that what you think? You truly believe you are so much better than the rest of us?” 

Eris had a look of hesitation. 

“You hunted down countless innocents, same as us. You may not have killed Lucien’s lover, but you watched as it happened and did nothing. You watched our mother get beaten and raped for centuries. And you stopped none of it. And do you know why?” He leaned toward Eris as much as he could. “Because you are weak, Eris. You were a weak general and now…now you will be a weak High Lord.”

Fire lit in Eris’ gaze at the words. 

He let out a snarl and hemisphere of fire erupted from him, taking out any survivors of Aurelius’ rebellion that still lingered behind their pathetic leader.

Their bodies lit on fire and they screamed their lungs out until there was nothing more to feel. 

Aurelius smiled up at his brother. “And your precious mate will figure it out soon, too. You thought you could have everything you ever wanted. And you are a fool for it.” 

Eris unsheathed his sword and lifted it into the air. 

“Eris!” Y/N screamed.

To her surprise, he froze. 

Eris didn’t look at her, but she knew he was waiting for her to speak. 

“Don’t. It is what he wants: to drag you down to his level.” 

“He did not hesitate to hunt down and try to kill Lucien,” Eris argued while he kept his eyes on his brother. “He wished to kill me today.” 

“Let him rot in the dungeons,” she told him softly. 

Eris let his sword finally drop, but glared down at his brother. “Never forget the reason you are alive is due to my mate... and out of respect for our mother.” 

Then he shoved his sword into Aurelius’ gut. Being fae, he would survive easily – but not without tremendous pain. 

“That was for calling my mate a whore,” Eris whispered in his ear before landing a punch so hard across Aurlius’ face that it rendered him unconscious. 

“Cuff him with faebane,” Eris commanded to his soldiers. 

Then he turned to his mate, half expecting her to look at him differently – with fear and disgust. But she was only weary, trying to figure out if she should give him space or not. 

When his face softened from their eyes locking, Y/N let out a breath she was holding. 

“I-I must got into the city,” she urged him softly. 

He didn’t like the sound of that. “What for?”

“There are humans who need my help.” Scared that he would refuse her, she added a desperate, “Please.” 

Eris called over one of his commanders and requested an escort for them to march forward and enter the city of Mycenae. 

“My brother may be captured, but his followers most likely still linger in the city. Stay close to me,” Eris warned her quietly. 

As soon as they were within the city limits, Y/N pointed. “Follow the wind.” 

Before he could ask for her to clarify, he saw any objects hanging from walls or rooftops showing a clear path for them. 

Y/N unsheathed her sword once more and rushed to follow the wind. 

A few minutes later, they were stopped at a decrepit house. 

Y/N looked up at Eris. “They’re in there.” 

He stepped forward. “Come out now unarmed and we will spare your lives.” 

There was a moment of tense silence. 

But to Y/N’s surprise, a dozen males slowly came out of the house. 

With the flick of his hand, Eris wrapped a chain of fire around the group and pulled them roughly to their knees. They groaned in pain as the flames burned their skin and clothes. 

“Stay here,” Y/N whispered just before rushing past them to move into the house. 

He wanted to ignore her demand and follow after her. But he stayed in place. 

A few minutes later, Y/N came charging back out. 

And within the same moment, she slid her sword across the neck of the nearest male. Then she slit the throat of the one next to him. And finally, she jabbed the sword into the gut of a third.

Eris saw that tears stained her cheeks. 

“Are there any others?” She growled at the other male faes who still lived. 

They looked at her with fear in their eyes, knowing there would be no saving themselves. 

“N-No…that was all we f-f-found,” one of them managed to stutter. 

Y/N looked over to Eris with utter heartbreak in her eyes. She didn’t need to tell Eris what she found in that house. He already knew. 

Waiting for Y/N to step away and move to his side, Eris then snapped his fingers and fire lit beneath the males. 

Their screams of agony filled the air. 

Neither Y/N nor Eris looked away as the males slowly burned to their deaths. 

It was only when the sounds had stopped that she turned away. 

“We need blankets,” she told her mate softly. “Many of them are without clothes. And perhaps your male soldiers should…keep their distance.” 

When Y/N had first arrived to the Night Court, Rhysand had sent Azriel and Cassian on a search for the rest of the humans that had been captured alongside Y/N.

None were ever found. 

But today Y/N had discovered half of that same group – women and children. Aurelius had gifted the humans to his rebels, as if their were objects to play with. 

One of his commanders seemed to already have read the situation, because he instantly handed Y/N a pile of blankets. 

“Let me know if you need more,” the male said softly. “There is a group of female soldiers who volunteered to winnow them back to the Forest House to be tended to.” 

Y/N nodded her thanks and took the piles of blankets, disappearing back into the house to try and coax the victims out of the hell they’d been imprisoned in for months and months. 

Eris turned back to the commander. “Warn the staff at the house to prepare rooms and food for them. And alert the healers.” 

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OK. So thinks got a wee bit dark LOLOLOLOL.

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Insufferable (1/7)

My sick!Vox fic is finally up, or at least part 1 is! Decided to break into what I think will be 2 chapters. Featuring an insufferable bastard, plus caretaking from the Vees.

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“Why are the lights so fucking bright in here? Are you trying to give me a headache?” Vox was often a bit of an insufferable prick, but today he was far worse than usual. His interview for Voxtech Angelic Security was just an hour away and he’d already managed to insult pretty much everyone in the room. The lights dimmed, he returned to a previous complaint. “And why haven’t you turned the AC colder already? It’s like a sauna in here!”

“The AC is already as cold as it goes, sir.”

“Then fix it! God, what am I even paying you for?” He paused, then pulled out his cell phone. “Hey Val, are you free right now? I got an employee I’d like you to knock some sense into—or rip the limbs off of, whichever you prefer. I could do it myself, but I know how much you enjoy that thing.”The employee shuddered. “Great, thanks! See you soon.”

Vox looked around. “Where is my water bottle? There should be one on the interviewing desk. Is anyone around here doing their goddamn job?” Another employee rushed over with a water bottle. “Finally.” He took a sip and immediately grimaced. “Where did you get this? Normal water doesn’t scrape my throat like that! Disgusting.” He threw the water bottle aside, pausing only to make sure the lid was on first.

He took a deep breath, which immediately triggered a coughing fit, his voice crackling like a broken speaker. His screen went grey and fuzzy, static flaring with each cough. “Who did the last maintenance on the filtration system?” A sheepish woman stepped forward. “Fix it! Actually, no. Get out. You’re fired. The air is so thick in here I can hardly breathe.” She hung her head and wandered off. It wasn’t like she was the first to be fired on a whim, and at least Vox didn’t literally tear people apart. “I’ll take a look at it along with the AC, then, sir,” the employee from earlier offered.

“You’d better. But don’t think that’s enough to save you,” Vox said, standing so close the employee could hardly hear anything over the fan. “Val’s still on his way.” The employee gulped.

Valentino began shivering the moment he stepped in the door, but he ignored that and made a beeline for Vox. “Where’s the victim?” he asked with a grin.

Vox pointed to the man cowering in the corner. “He won’t fix the AC.” Val nodded, still shivering. “He says it’s already as cold as it can go, but I’m boiling here!” Val raised an eyebrow at that. A loud whirring started as Vox’s fans kicked in.

Val put a hand on Vox’s forehead, and jerked it away almost immediately. “Amorcito, you’re incredibly hot!”

“Save it for later, Val,” Vox chuckled.

“No, I mean it’s hard to believe how much you’re overheating. And in a freezing room, no less. I thought my hand was going to burn!” Vox crossed his arms and shook his head. “I mean it, Vox, you’re obviously running a fever!”

“Shut up. I’m fi… hi…” his screen flickered with each hitch. “Hi’tzzzcht! Fine.”

“Sir?” The employee raised a finger tentatively, regaining some boldness now that neither of them was ripping him apart. “One of the lights just broke.”

“Why the fuck are you telling me? Just fix it! Ugh, it’s a wonder anything gets done around here.” He gave a long sniff, trying to stave off the buzzing tickle. “And send a cleaning crew in. It’s way too du… huh… huh… hut’TZZZZSHT! Dusty in here.”

“We just cleaned yesterday…” the employee said weakly, trying not to look at the speaker that had just popped.

“I didn’t ask you when the last cleaning was, I asked you to clean the damn studio! Now get on with it before I change my mind and let Val rip your arms off.”

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.” The employee practically ran off to begin his tasks as Val gave a toothy grin, looking menacing despite the intense shivering.

“There you go. I’ll be back here for the sound check. And this place better be fucking spotless.”

Vox and Val walked out the door. “I’ll catch you at the penthouse,” Vox said, activating his teleportation powers. He only made it a few feet. “Hhh’dzzzzcht!” The hallway lights flickered.

“How about we walk together?” Val offered, wrapping his arm around Vox. Vox sighed, but it wasn’t like he had a choice. Repeatedly teleporting a few feet at a time sounded even more annoying than walking. While they walked, Val pulled out his phone with his free hand to text Velvette. “Meet at the penthouse ASAP.”

Velvette almost dropped her phone when she saw the pair of them walk through the door. “Walk” was actually a bit of an overstatement. Vox was practically staggering, leaning heavily on Val for support. His screen was dimmed, except for a bright spot in the center where his nose would be, if he had one. His fans were still whirring loudly. His normally immaculate suit was wrinkled, as if he’d crumpled in on himself repeatedly. The man was, quite obviously, a mess.

Velvette stared in silence for a moment. “Wow. He really does look awful, doesn’t he?”

Vox glared. “I’m fine. I’m just taking a quick break before the studio’s ready for my interview. Those morons still have a lot to set up.” The pair stared at him.

“Um, Vox? You sure now is the best time for an interview?” Velvette asked.

“I’m fine,” he insisted, his hypnotic eye swirling so slowly it might as well be a broken Ferris wheel.

“Right,” Velvette said, rolling her eyes as Vox’s screen flickered again. “Totally fine, and definitely not about to sneeze.”

“I’m not going to… hih’tzzzzch!” He opened his mouth to protest more, but no sound came out. Damn it, were his audio drivers glitching too? Or was it just his vocal cords? He smacked the side of his head with a grimace. “The interview has to be today. If I delay it, it’ll look like we’re hiding something.” Thank god that worked. Vox without his voice was… well, he really didn’t want to think about that.

Velvette raised an eyebrow. “You literally just smacked yourself in the head cause you couldn’t talk. You really think you’re in a good state to be giving an interview?”

Vox’s screen brightened for a moment. “I’m fine! It’s fixed now.” His screen dimmed again, then started flickering. “I’m perfectly heal… heh… hhh… healthy! Just let me go to the godda… ehh… ahh… hah’TZZZZSHT! The goddamn interview.” Valentino’s phone instantly shut off. Velvette, seeing this, clutched her phone tightly to her chest.

Val tried turning his phone back on, but it was unresponsive. “You broke my phone, Vox. You broke my fucking phone! What else are you gonna break if you go back in there?”

Vox frowned. Loath as he was to admit illness, it really was in his best interest to minimize property damage. Especially with a live audience.

“I’ll do the interview,” Velvette offered.

Vox gave a laugh that quickly turned into a coughing fit, his screen a sputtering mess of static again. “No offense, Velvette, but I’m pretty sure you’re not familiar with the ins and outs of the system.”

“And I’m pretty sure you’re not recognizing you don’t have a lot of options. Would you rather send Valentino?”

The other two recoiled at the suggestion. “God, no!” Vox replied. “Ugh, I guess if you really want to, go knock yourself out. My notes are on that tah… hhh… ahh… hah… hah’TDZZZCHT! Tablet.” Said tablet was now stuck in bluescreen. “Shit.” He rubbed his aching head, trying to think.

“Are the notes backed up like the rest of your files?” Vox nodded, not even trying to speak this time. “I can pull it up on my phone, then. I’ve got this. Backbone of the Vees, remember? You just stay here and get some rest,” she said, blowing a kiss as she left.

Velvette strutted out the door, taking with her the responsibility that had been keeping Vox together, and it was like a switch had been flipped. Vox immediately plopped himself down on the couch, limbs dangling limply. “Everything huuuurts, Val.”

“I know, Amorcito, that’s why I’m here.” He gently stroked Vox’s arm. “Now, is it really everything? Or can you be a bit more specific so I can actually help you?”

Vox’s mouth moved, but no words. A frown. A throat clearing sound. More mouth movement, still no words. A deeper frown. A self-inflicted smack on the side of the head. Still no words. The fans kicked into high gear as Vox was about to spit steam out of his head.

“Shh, gentle, Voxy. Let’s try not to blow out the power grid again, hm?” Val patted Vox’s screen. “I’ll get you something for your throat.” He searched through the fridge for some Gatorade. Electrolytes had to do something for an electric being, right? In the absence of any speech from Vox, the fans were even more noticeable. Better grab a cold compress from the freezer too, then. He placed the cold pack on Vox’s screen and handed him the bottle. Vox took a sip and shook his head. His voice still failing him, Vox made images appear on the screen. Val blinked, trying to figure out what he was looking at.

“Something wrong with the drink?” A nod. “Tastes bad?” Head shake. Val tried to think what could possibly be wrong with a drink. “Too liquidy?” Vox rolled his eyes. “Wrong color?” A facepalm. “Uh… too cold?” Vigorous nodding, and then a wince and a dizzy expression. “I got it. Just rest here, Vox. I’ll find you something.”

Val returned a few minutes later with a steaming mug of tea. Vox’s screen was dim and pale, the colors washed out. His weak fingers could barely grasp the handle of the mug. “Oh, Voxy, you poor thing,” Val said, his wings wrapping around Vox for support. The steam from the drink got into Vox’s vents and his screen started flickering. Val noticed immediately and set the mug on a nearby table, holding Vox through the buildup.

“Hhh… hhhh… hhh… hhht’dzchhht! Hhhh’zzzzch! Hhh’ZZZZZSHT! Htchh’RRRRGZZZZZZT! Ugh.” The demon clawed at his throat, then paused in realization. “Fucking hell that hurt!” He winced. “Talking hurts.” Still, better to have a functioning voice, he supposed. He gestured to the mug, and Valentino handed it to him. He took a sip, grimaced, and then finished the rest of the mug in one gulp. Val surveyed the room and realized that a few of the TV screens were out. “Let’s get you into bed, hm?” Vox raised an eyebrow. “Not like that! Unless you want to, of course…” he added, licking his lips. Vox shook his head, exhausted. Val led Vox to the bedroom, the TV clinging hard to the moth as he took a few shaky steps. Val paused, then nodded to himself. He hoisted Vox over his shoulder, ignoring the spluttering protests. “Amorcito, you can barely walk. Let me carry you for a bit.”

Vox huffed, and Val felt the static shock. “You could at least have the decency to carry me like your partner instead of, I don’t know, a corpse?”

Val chuckled. “Have you seen yourself, darling? You practically are a corpse at this point.” Still, he switched to bridal carry.

After what felt like an eternity, dragged out by Vox’s complaining that he was on death’s door, they finally reached the bed. Val laid Vox down and sat next to him. “Now then, does everything still hurt? What can I get you?”Vox’s lips moved silently, then rapidly into what Val assumed to be a string of curse words. Hard to tell without audio. Val sighed. “You really are feeling awful, aren’t you?” Vox nodded. Val stared at Vox for a while until the moth’s singular brain cell finally came up with an idea. He blew a puff of smoke in Vox’s face. Vox flinched, and his screen flickered rapidly. “Hhh… hih… hhhh’dzzzzzzcht! Hih’tzzzzsh! Hah’TZZZZZCHT! TZZZSH! Tzzzsch’TZZZZZST’dzTZZZZZSSHHT! What the fuck, Val?” He rubbed his throat. “Oh. Uh… thanks, I guess? I don’t know. That fucking sucked.”

“If you’d rather not repeat that, then I suggest you get your words out now before you lose your voice again.”

Vox scowled, but he knew it was a valid point. “I just… I’m sore all over. It’s not fair! What did I do to deserve this?” Val raised a finger. “Besides everything that got me into hell.” Val shrugged. “Ugh… my throat hurts, my head hurts, all my muscles ache, there’s this constant buzzing in the back of my head that won’t go away, everythig is blisterigly warmb whatever I try… oh for fugck’s sake, I get congestiod dnow too? Ughhhh…” He groaned and rolled over, faceplanting into the bed.

Val tutted sympathetically. “You never do anything half-assed, do you?” Vox nodded, dragging his screen across the blanket. “Vox, if you’re feeling so warm, why are you still wearing all those clothes?” A pause. Vox wasn’t sure how to respond to that. “There’s no image you need to keep up right now, Vox. Let’s get you comfortable.” Vox sat up and let Val get to work. The crumpled suit was set on a nearby chair. The sweater and shirt were pulled off and tossed to the same chair, Vox dropping his arms instantly the moment he no longer needed to put in the energy to keep them up. The shoes were removed and the pants taken off and folded up with care. As soon as it was done, Vox collapsed face down into the bed again, breathing heavily from the effort.

“You said you’re sore all over, would you like a massage, Amorcito?” A thumbs up. Val got up to find the massage bar. They’d found that using a more solid form helped avoid any accidents… they did NOT need a repeat of the time poor Vox got massage oil stuck in his vents. Val began massaging Vox’s arms, but paused when he felt Vox’s shoulders shudder.

“Hhhh’dzzzzzzchmp!” The sound was muffled into the bed. Vox slowly dragged himself up until he was facing Val. “Hit’chZZZZZZZCHT!” Sparks flew from Vox’s screen and landed on Val’s arm.

“Keep your sparks to yourself, Vox!” he said, wincing at the static shock. “Hmm… that might explain the electronics failures…”

“Sorry, Val.” He said, rubbing his screen. “Wasd’t expectig it to comb that fast.” He gave a long sniff. “Hhhhh’dZZZZZZT!” He pointed at the massage bar. “Can you put that away? I think the scent is too strong right now, my sensors must be acting up.”

Val switched to an unscented massage bar and resumed the massage. A few soft moans from Vox let Val know that his attempts were effective. Eventually the sound dropped off entirely, except for the occasional sneeze, which Val assumed meant the video demon’s voice had given out again. After a while, there was no sound at all except for congested breathing. Val gently turned Vox on his back, revealing closed eyes. Val breathed a sigh of relief. The man was much less exhausting when he was unconscious. Maybe now both of them could get some rest.

#my snezfic #snezbin hotel #srsly pls help me come up with a better title lmao #chapter 2 will have more of Velvette - a snippet of the interview and then some caretaking when she comes back after the interview #also I don’t care if it’s ooc to have Val be this caring you can pry caretaking tropes from my cold dead hands #man I love writing this tv demon there are so many fun things to play with

[izzysillyhandsy]

Prince Ricky and Izzy Hands - WTF actually happened there and why?

Yesterday I was rewatching the finale with my first-time-OFMD friend, and she was absolutely baffled by Ricky shooting Izzy with his own gun.

In her words: "Nobody took it off him, that's not realistic! That's impossible, totally impossible, I can't buy that, you don't just forget a gun on a prisoner?!?!?!?"

And on my first watch I thought the same thing (as we all did), and then forgot about it a bit, but now I want to speculate. Because WHY did that happen?

The easiest explanation is, of course: Ricky needed a gun and it doesn't really matter where it came from. The writers didn't think it was important and neither should we.

But I'd like to expect a bit more from this show - I remember that I was taken out of my immersion quite a bit by this obvious "mistake". Ricky is a hostage who was just about to kill every single pirate we know - and nobody notices he's armed? And he's led through the enemy lines by Izzy with only a small knife to his back?

If Ricky still has his gun, that means that they took his sword but noone thought of searching him properly (and to really rub it in, Ricky is shown cleaning his gun in an earlier scene). The gun also seems very accessible later, so it probably wasn't even hidden well.

So why didn't the writers have Ricky take Izzy's (or Black Pete's) gun? I know Izzy almost never carries a gun (which is interesting in itself), but they were all in Navy uniforms anyway. Why not take the weapons too? Or have Ricky stab Izzy with a hidden knife (in a way that the other characters won't notice, like with the gunshot, presumably)?

Or was the whole thing actually deliberate? In a "it doesn't really matter if you take it at face value, but if you look closer there might be another explanation" kinda way?

(that was a really long introduction to what I'm actually here for, I'm sorry)

Who actually searched Ricky and took his sword? Was it the same person who stayed next to Ricky during the cool dressing up montage? Who led Ricky through the woods?

(Hint: it's the guy who's always in the background when these 2 are kissing)

Of course we have no proof that Izzy searched Ricky, but I think it is very probable.

Izzy had just been talking to Ricky. He'd been sitting next to Ricky when he was knocked out.

Izzy had just deeply insulted and provoked Ricky and made himself the spokesperson of piracy - "It's about letting go of ego for something larger." - "Kill me. Kill us all. Our spirit will last throughout your entire fuckin' empire." - thereby almost goading Ricky into killing him.

And then Stede presents his nebulous plan we never actually hear, and Izzy (why Izzy?) is put in the most dangerous position, right at the frontlines leading the hostage. Did he volunteer for that?

And are we really expected to believe that Izzy wouldn't double-check that Ricky was unarmed?

I really don't like where this is leading, by the way. Because the explanation that makes most sense from a Watsonian perspective is that Izzy either didn't mind or actively wanted to be killed/wounded.

The show went out of its way to portray Izzy as older, wiser and more resigned in the last 2 episodes - he looked like he'd aged 10 years in a few days, he moved around slower and seemed to be in more pain (and groaning when sitting down, etc.). Also, he seemed to have made peace with everything and everyone, and he seemed... tired.

(I know he's just been shot here, but he just looks exhausted)

I think there might be a possibility that Izzy let Ricky keep his gun because he did want to go. Stede's "It's only suicide if we die!" sounds almost to fitting in this context. Izzy might have thought that the one conversation Ed needed, the one where Izzy could set Ed free, could only happen on his deathbed (as I said elswhere, Iz and Ed are closest in life-and-death situations).

Or (and this is what I choose to believe until S3 comes around), Izzy took Ricky's pistol while he was unconcious, took the bullet out and faked his death to set Ed and himself free. He very pointedly doesn't want Ed to see his wound, after all (Ed: "It's not even that bad!"). If it's only about the deathbed absolution, and removing himself (and the spectre of Blackbeard) from the situation, Izzy doesn't actually have to die, does he?

This also fits with the song played over the end sequence, panning to Izzy's grave:

And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who that will be namin' For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'

Yeah. A bit too conspiracy-theory-like maybe. But it was the first assumption my friend made - 5 seconds after the scene: "The gun can't have been there by accident, that's just stupid. Oh no. Did Izzy arrange that? Did he really want to die for Ed?" and I thought - you know what? That was my first thought as well. I just immediately dismissed it for being too dramatic.

So, either Izzy is the most reckless, stupid and negligent pirate ever (which he obviously isn't, quite the opposite) - or he trusted the person who (badly) searched Ricky (oooh, new conspiracy theory - it was Ed! Sorry.) - or there was something else at play.

OR

...maybe it was just lazy writing after all.

#ofmd #izzy hands #ofmd meta #you must admit it is a weird scene #it's such a glaring oversight #WHY WHY and WHERE did the pistol come from #I love over-analysing :) #Izzy lives btw I've circled back to denial - feels great!

[blueberrybladelemonade]

Please Don't Hate Your Body, It's the Only Part of You I can Touch

Summary: Peppino has body image issues some days, today is one of them. You wish he'd see himself the way you did, you love him for who he is. Instead you decide to reassure and show him a little extra weight doesn't make him unattractive. In fact, you can't keep your hands off of him.

Contains: Body positivity, Noise being...himself (an asshole), Slight angst and comfort, belly rubs and gratuitous touchiness, somewhat suggestive (nothing inherently nsft though)

🫐This is not for people that are fatphobic or fetishizers of people of size. Please treat people as the individual that they are and deserving of respect regardless of their weight.🍋

Peppino stared down at the dessert with hesitation. Instead of taking a bite he prodded it with a fork, frowning. He suddenly became aware of how snug his shirt was around his stomach and the tightness at his sides.   

Usually Peppino could wave off the Noise's insults, though this time he was still replaying the comments from yesterday. 

"Hey-a italian man! If you're still struggling with bills you're so fat, you could probably sell shade. With how hot it is you'd make a fortune!" Noise laughs at his own joke before shoving another garlic knot in his mouth. 

"I'm not gonna sugar coat this for you, because if I did, you'd eat it. You're fat".

He didn't recall much else besides finally losing his temper at Noise, with Noisette having to intervene shortly after. 

"What Y/N sees in you is beyond me" Noise snapped back at Peppino as his girlfriend dragged him away. Noisette looked over her shoulder and shot Peppino an apologetic look.

Peppino shifted uncomfortably in the chair. He would tell himself that it's easy. If he hated the way he looked? Change it. He looked back down at the cake. 

Did you really want to eat that?

Of course he wanted to. It was one of his favorites, black forest cake. Earlier this week you had decided to bake and surprise Peppino with it. 

Peppino sighed and set the fork down next to the plate, nudging it away. Just as he was about to put the cake back into the fridge you stepped into the room. 

Maybe you'd want it instead, and he could pawn the dessert off on you.

"Do you want this?" He gestured to the plate that was now in the center of the table. Your eyes lit up and you smiled as you took the plate. "Thanks"! 

You plopped down on the chair and happily dug into the cake. After a second bite your eyes dart up to meet his with a questioning look. "Aren't you going to have some?" You ask through a mouthful.

He tried to not let his discomfort show on his face as he forced a smile through gritted teeth. 

"Oh, I'm not-a hungry cara".

You watch with a raised eyebrow as Peppino stood up and left the room. After a moment you hear a door click shut. 

Was he just going to get a shower and go straight to bed again? 

You stared down at the now empty plate in thought, recalling his odd behavior last night. 

In bed he had his back turned to you, which wasn't uncommon. The part that nagged at you was his reaction when you draped an arm across his stomach, like you always did. Peppino seemed to shy away from your touch and as your fingers traced circles against him, he abruptly -but gently- took your hand in his and moved it away from his body. 

Now that you thought about it, Peppino didn't eat much for dinner yesterday either. He simply ate what had been on his plate with a similar dejected expression, like today. 

* * * * *

Water dripped onto the tile and mat as Peppino dried off, eyes averted from the mirror. Again. He grimaced as he bent over and slipped into his night pants. In his peripheral his reflection silently mimicked the action. 

He sighed. Despite his best attempt to avoid it, Peppino slowly drew his full attention to the mirror. Tired eyes stared at his thinning hair. No matter how much fumbling he did with it nothing would ever cover it. 

Reluctantly his eyes drifted lower to his gut. What did you see in him? His lips formed a thin line. 

Maybe he doesn't deserve the nice things he has. You deserved someone better. Someone skinnier. He wouldn't skip meals but he should stop eating sweets. Peppino gingerly poked at his side. He should cut down on how much he ate, too. 

Food was a sort of comfort for him, particularly when he was stressed, which felt like all the time. Between this and his medication he should've expected to get fat.

But what are you doing about it?  

You were always there for him regardless. Always telling him everything was ok. The least he could do for you is look better, more-

Peppino's thoughts were cut off as he felt arms wrap around his middle and a familiar weight press into his back. You smiled softly in return when his eyes met yours in the mirror. 

"I love you." You whisper, pulling him into a hug. 

He felt your hands wander across his body, your hands slid up to his chest before coming back down to run your hands across his abdomen. For a moment Peppino let himself enjoy your touch. Enjoy how soothing it was as your hands caressed him. Your breath tickled as you peppered kisses against the back of his neck and shoulders. 

Then he caught a glimpse in the mirror. There was that sinking feeling again. Peppino tore his gaze from yours and looked down at the counter. He wouldn't be able to cut out the excess calories, would he? He was going to break any day-

"Whatcha thinking about Pino?" You mumble as you rest your chin on his shoulder. He sighed.  

"You've been acting out of it." You press another kiss into the side of his neck and jaw, "What's wrong"?

"What do you see in me?" He blurted out, "Aren't you disgusted that I'm just-a balding fat man"?

Silence. 

You pull away from him, expression unreadable. Peppino could feel the faintest trace of tears prickling in his eyes.

Damn it why can't I just get it together.

Was this it? Did you finally realize he was just a broken and pathetic looking slob? 

You tug at his arm, urging him to follow you. As you guide Peppino to the bed, you motion for him to sit down. Listlessly he obeys, sinking down onto the comforter, watching as you sit beside him. 

"Peppino, don't ever say that about yourself again. There's nothing wrong with you having a little extra weight-"

"A little?" He retorted. "I d-"

"Peppino..." You shot him a look, the tone in your voice causing his words to catch in his throat. 

"How about, instead, we think of the positives?"

"What?" Peppino huffed, "What positives could you see in this?" he gestured to his gut and shot you an incredulous look. 

"Stop." you reply firmly, taking his hand in yours, before guiding it back to his side. You give him a quick peck on the cheek.

After a moment seemingly lost in thought, your face brightened. "Well let's see, for one, you're soft".

Peppino shot you a deadpan look. "Really, cara? I don't see how that's a positive".

"But it is." Your hands gently began stroking and caressing the rolls at his hips and sides. Peppino weakly tried to push your hands away but you simply shushed his protests and pressed a kiss to his chest. "Your so perfect to snuggle against, you make the ideal pillow. If you were thin or muscular you wouldn't be nearly as nice, or as comfortable to sleep on".

You dip your head lower, trailing light kisses down his stomach. In response Peppino leaned back, propping himself up against the pillows. He shuddered as you lips grazed against his body before drifting to his side.

"Falling asleep on you is the best. I feel so safe with you". You whisper, wrapping yours arms around his midsection. As you rest the side of your face against him, Peppino laid back into the bed and draped his arms across you. A faint shimmer caught your attention before you placed another kiss against a stretch mark.  

"Listening to your heart beat and breathing lets me know you're alive. There's nothing I'd rather fall asleep to. And you being so soft makes it the perfect place for my head to do it".

You press a kiss to his stomach that he hated so much. "You're gorgeous, Pino." You murmur, slowly tracing circles against him. 

Peppino remained silent as he watched you with half lidded eyes.

Peppino knew you loved him, that much was obvious. What he needed, instead, was to know you were attracted to him, to feel desired. 

"No matter how long we've been together, my heart still skips a beat when I see you take your shirt off".

Peppino gave you a quizzical look. Before he could say anything you used one hand to pull his head to face you while the other stroked his cheek. You placed your lips against his, enjoying the warmth radiating from his skin. 

As you leaned into and pushed him back down into the mattress you feel his breathing hitch. Laying on top of Peppino, you were almost purring from his warmth, his scent, and the softness of him. 

As you pull away you smile down at him before readjusting your legs to straddle him. 

"I love you no matter what shape you're in, not what people say is "ideal". You're ideal as you are". 

Slowly but deeply you pressed your hands into his belly and rubbed. Peppino made a small gasping noise as you continued to knead at his body. It felt good, just as good as the back massages you always gave him. 

“Mmh,” he involuntarily groaned as your hands grabbed at the curves above his hips. 

“Does that feel nice?"

“Yeah." Peppino whispered back, sounding dreamily content as he melted into your touch. 

As Peppino looked up to see the delight on your face. Maybe he was being too hard on himself.

"I love every part of you" You leaned over, placing a kiss on his forehead. Peppino shuddered as your lips brushed against his ear. 

"Let me show you how much I love you. All of you".

#pizza tower #peppino #peppino x reader #pizza tower x reader #peppino spaghetti #🫐bladezfics

[yueisyum]

Favourite moments (dtai)

Note: These are basically just memorable conversations between mc and haechan. They are all different times throughout the years of their friends ship- but all before the winter trip. Remember that these are moments that the reader doesn’t want to acknowledge. Things that she can’t come to terms with yet.

Any more questions? LMK! any suggestions? LMK! Any feedback? LMK!!

(After you meet jeno and the friend group, you had spent two years with them. They consider you family now. And as much as you hate to admit it, they are your family.)

Johnny had hosted a hangout party on Friday night, you had a lot of fun and ended up sleeping in Johnnys bed while he slept on the floor. You woke up at lot earlier then you wanted to. Your phone said [6:48am]. You tried to fall back asleep but ended up staring at Johnny’s ceiling for 15 minutes. So, with a long groan you literally crawl out of bed and head to the living room.

You could hear the sink running and dishes clattering.

Who the hell would be doing dishes this early.

Haechan…

“Oh! Good morning” he smiles when he sees you. You glare at him and sit at the breakfast nook. “This doesn’t count as morning” you declare, dropping your head down onto the counter. “No?” Haechan laughs and turns back to continue the dishes. You look up to eye him and his clothes. “You wore that yesterday…did you sleep?” you comment and he chuckles, glancing at you. “You wore THAT yesterday too”

You look down at your outfit and realize your in the same sweatpants and top from yesterday as well. “But I’m glad you cared enough to notice”

“Oh shit, I probably smell” you lift up your arm to see if it’s obvious. Ignoring his comment in the process. “You always smell y/n. You can use my shower if you want, I have clothes if you need em” he’s still cleaning some cups and plates, placing them in the second sink to dry. “Why are you being so kind today?” You narrow your eyes at him and he turns to look at you. “I’m always kind”

“You told me to kiss your ass yesterday” you remind and he snickers at the memory. “Because you told me my ass is flat, I can’t have anyone insulting my back side” you hold back a giggle.

“I’m serious though, you can use my clothes if you want” he continues. you bounce to your feet and make your way to him. You refuse to acknowledge his kindness. It’s odd… he’s definitely up to something, or maybe he finally got laid. He jumps when he senses your presence next to him. “So why are you up so early?” You ask, beginning to pick up some of the plates in the second sink and drying them with a hand towel.

He doesn’t respond for a moment. But out of the corner of your eye, you can see a smile on his face. Most likely because you decided to help him. “Johnny tells me you don’t believe in love?” He turns to you, but continues wiping the plate clean. The change in topic catches you off guard.

“That came out of no where” you muster a face, but make it your mission to avoid his eyes.

“Just wanna make conversation” he shrugs leaning over to reach the last of the dirty dishes.

“Then let’s talk about Shihyun and her little antics last night-”

“-Deep conversation” he corrects, before you finish your thought.

“That’s not exactly your strong suit Donghyuck” you laugh and begin taking the clean, dry dishes and putting them away in the cupboards. Your footsteps can be heard making their way around the kitchen.

“Actually it’s my specialty, you just refuse to realize it” he turns off the faucet and turns to watch you make your way around the island. His back pressed against the counter and his eyes follow you.

You think for a moment. Why would Johnny have brought that up anyway. What combination of topics could have lead to your name and love?

“It’s not like I don’t believe in love, I’m a very strong believer in it actually. I’m just… afraid that it doesn’t believe in me” you explain, while placing the items where they belong through the kitchen. You know where everything is by now. This is basically your second home.

You didn’t mean to say THAT much. But he did say he wanted deep conversation.

“You don’t think you can love?” He raised his eyebrows and nodding in understanding.

“No. I don’t think people can love me without-…” you stop your movements. Your body facing away from His.

“Without?” He waits eagerly.

LEAVING

“‘Just have a hard time believing somebody would want to stay with me forever” you continue as if nothing happened. “So you mean you don’t think someone can love you without leaving or falling out of love” He smiled, proud that he put it together. You don’t respond, instead putting the last bowl in the cabinet.

“Do you think that maybe some people left… because they love you?”

“-This is too weird, i feel awkward sharing this with you.”

No you didn’t not really. It felt comforting that someone wanted to listen to your issues and caring enough to give advice at that.

“Would you feel better if I told you how I feel?”

About what?

“I think I’d feel better if we talk about anything but this” you try to laugh but it doesn’t reach your eyes. Finally truning to face him. You two stand in either side of the kitchen to look at each other.

“How about Jeno?”

“Jeno? What about jeno?”

“Is there anything going on between you two?”

No

You narrow your eyes at him. “Why?”

That’s not an answer.

“Maybe I’m jealous, the girl of my dreams likes jeno more then me.” he shrugs with a stupid grin. “You’re ridiculous”

“Ridiculouslay in love with that pimple on your forehead” you grab the towel you had put down and threw it to his head, while your other hand flys to your head to cover the spot. He caught it while laughing like he actually said something funny. You mutter an “Asshole” Heachan places the towel on the counter behind him, then takes a moment to look at you. And you look at his forearms, he had lifted his sleeves to wash the dishes. “You have such a filthy mouth” The way he was looking at you was weird, different. You couldn’t explain it. He watches your shoulders rise and fall.

“Stop staring” you demand.

“You’re staring at me”

Your lips twitch into a smile, trying your hardest not to giggle. “You act like a toddler”

“It’s your fault”

“No, it’s yours” you make a face at him. He can’t help but smile.

“Oh and I act like a child?”

Suddenly you hear a door click shut in the hallway… Haechan’s door specifically. A women in nothing but a big t-shirt and socks slides down the hallway. Haechan furrows his brows when you look towards the sound, he can’t see from his spot in the kitchen. “Haechanie?”

The womens voice calls for him and for some reason, you hate the sound of it. You hate the way her wavy brown hair falls at her shoulders, and you hate the shirt she’s wearing because you know it’s his.

“Oh- hi” she fronts a smiles when she notices you. You offer an awkward smile in return. Haechan quickly pushes off the counter and joins you to look down the hallway. When she sees him, she puckers her lips and holds onto herself. “Channie, where did you go?”

Channie!? What the hell is that.

You try your hardest not to laugh, bringing your hand to your mouth. “I uh- I’m Just cleaning up from yesterday… do you want me to walk you out?” He’s standing right next to you. The girl looks at you then back to haechan. “Walk me out? Are you going to walk her out?” She looks away from you. Only pointing in your direction. She definitely didn’t know who you are. Maybe she thinks I’m his girlfriend and that she just slept with a taken man. And she definitely feels threatened by your presence, especially because of how close he is to you.

He doesn’t respond. He just looks around the area thinking of somethi-Anything to say.“Hello?” She continues, her annoyed tone sends a shiver down your spin.

Uh oh

You’ll admit, it made you feel a bit better to know that whatever happened between them last night wasn’t serious. But you also hated the thought that haechan definitely slept with this girl and is now basically asking her to leave.

“I’m going to go find Johnny…” you mutter under your breath. Whatever was about to go down, was none of your business. Slipping past him and her down the hallway, you make your way back into Johnny’s room.

You have absolutely no clue what happened after that but you tried not to care about it.

Why would you?

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“Come in!” Haechan yells from his gaming chair, he doesn’t bother to turn towards the door when he hears the Knock. The music from outside his room gets louder then quiet, as the door opens then closes. His fingers are attacking the keyboard in concentration. “Who is it?” He asks, his attention still fully on overwatch. “Y/n” you whisper. When you entered, you stood awkwardly at the door.

Haechan turns around before your name even made it fully out of your mouth. “Y/n?” When he sees you, with your hands folded in front of you and your eyes scanning his room; he can’t help but beam at you. “Miss my company already?” He exits the game, as if he couldn’t give two shits about it anymore, and gets up to ready himself to help you with anything you need.

“There’s too many people out there” you explain, and shift weight form foot to foot. “Yeah… that’s the point, it’s a party” he laughs, but drops it when he sees your nervous face. It was serious, you wouldn’t even look at him. But he still tries to joke anyway. “Aww, Are you feeling overwhelmed princess?”

“Stop donghyuck, can I just… stay in here?” You plead, his heart stops when you won’t even return his playful banter, you must really be upset. “I promise I won’t bother you. You won’t even realize I’m here!” You continue. He’ll know your here, he won’t be able to forget that YOU are in his room. “Yeah that’s fine” he rushes over to his bed to fix his comforter and throw random clothes items into his laundry basket. “Sit here” you take a deep breath, and smile to him “Thank you. I would’ve gone to Johnny’s room but there’s a couple in there-“

“-You don’t have to make excuses. I know you just wanted to see me.” He smiles when you smack his shoulder. he can see your lips curl up, he’s glad he got a smile out of you. You Sit down and slide off your shoes. “Do you want to watch a movie?” He stands above you and analyzes your features. “I don’t mind, just don’t wanna be out there”

Is she crying? No

Freaking out? Maybe?

Anxiety? Definitely

Upset? I can’t fucking tell

“Then a movie it is! Something funny? Scary? Sad?-“

Is it about jeno?

Why is it always about jeno

“Donghyuck I said I don’t care” you try to laugh, buts it’s obvious your frustrated.

He nods and plays a random Disney movie. After playing it he climbs into the bed next to you. you wanted to complain but is his bed- and you don’t exactly mind him next to you. You felt a lot better knowing he was there. Halfway through he turns to you. “Are you feeling better yet?”

“Why? Want me to leave?” You said in a humorous tone, but the question was genuine.

No

“Yes” your face drops. “Are you serious?”

No

He laughs and turns around to pause the movie. “Jeno told me you two fought”

“Why do you always want to talk about that stuff?” You cover your face with your hands. He doesn’t respond as you slouch further down onto his bed, until you’re basically laying down. “He’s upset with me, and I don’t even know why.” You remove your hands to look at him, he only hums in response. “Do you know why?” You ask, sitting up on your knees. The action catching him off guard. “No” he tries his hardest not to smile when you lean in to examine his face.

“He told you we were on bad terms, so he must have told you why”

“I didn’t say Jeno told me-“

“-yes you did!”

You’re really close now. Heachan refuses to look at you. “It’s probably because he found of how insufferable you are”

“Lee donghyuck! You tell me right now or so help me god I will-“

“-it’s about our summer trip” his eyes close, he’s sacred that if he sees your face so close to his for another second he’ll risk kissing you. “The trip? But I’m not even going, I have to study… what? Why are you looking at me like that?” you finally lean back and he takes a deep breath. “That’s the point, we’re upset that we aren’t a priority to you”

“We? Are you upset too?” He can’t handle the way your watching him so closely. “No”

“But you said ‘we’ who else is upset then?”

You continue to watch him. Hoping to see he truth in his eyes.

“You flunked out on last years too, and the years before that, and Every time, it was for studying”

“But I go on other trips. I even promised to go on the winter trip! For winter wonderland or what ever it’s called” You look upset and and slouch down again. He rolls his eyes half heatedly. “I kinda feel like there’s a specific reason you don’t want to go…” haechan begins, his features soften and you leans back against his headboard.

“No deep conversations Dongyuck” you glare at him, hoping he’ll drop it.

“But those are the best ones” he continues to watch you, waiting for you to give in.

Fuck it.

“You are all really close… and I feel like your summer trip is a close friend thing.” You shrug, looking away from the brown haired boy. Haechan sits up to shoot daggers at you then scoffs. “Y/n, you have been a part of this family for two years. You are a close friend. Don’t be ridiculous. You always do this, you always choose to see things your way” he’s upset at those words. Really upset.

You roll your eyes. “I do not. I just don’t want to push myself into something I don-“

“-You should come, if you ever feel left out or uncomfortable. I’ll be there for you to talk to”

This is too much. Too intimate.

“Nonono, I never feel uncomfortable around you guys, or left out! it’s not that at all haechan. I’m just being overdramatic”

You call him Haechan, hoping that the name will remind you that you two are NOT close. He didn’t look to happy with that. But he doesn’t say anything about it.

“So you’ll go?”

You think for a moment. He looks at you with his stupid puppy eyes. they DID NOT effect your decision. “Yeah, I’ll go”

“Good, it’ll be fun.

“Mhm” you offer a smile and lay back down. “So now that we have finally had a decent deep conversation… wanna fuck?” He jokes, his eyebrows wiggle and he bits his lower lip. Of course he would say something like that.

You want to kill him, You really do. Why is he always the one that solves your problems, how do you always end up opening your heart to HIM. Why him?!

“I change my mind, I don’t wanna go” you hiss in response to his stupid joke m.

Your roll over, facing away from him.

“Oh you’re going” he can see your body moving from your giggling. And he smiles to himself.

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You wake up to snoring. Your eyes adjust quickly to the darkness of the room. The moon shines through the curtains of the window, And you can even hear the waves from the beach from your bed. You turn over in the bed to a figure, you can see shihyuns face, her mouth laid open and you smile through your sleepiness.

She’s the one snoring. You place your hand to your side to scavenge for your phone. When you feel it, you bring it to your face and the brightness attacks you. “Shit” you whisper. When your eyes finally recover, the clock says;

[2:27am]

You sit up and look around. The bed next to yours and shihyuns was occupied by Chaewon and Yejun. Yejun was outside of the covers and she is holding onto Chaewon, who was fully immersed in the comforter.

When you make your way to the door of your room, your feet quiet and your breath low. Carful not to wake anyone up, you slowly turn the handle and creek open the door open. You see light coming from the living room. The beach house was silent, (other then the waves and shihyuns snuffling) so whatever was playing in the tv had no sound.

You turn the corner to find Haechan sitting on a blowup bed. Alone. He noticed your movement immediately, As if waiting for it. “Hey there” he smiles at you, the bags under is eyes evident. From what you can see, he’s wearing a hoodie and sweatpants. You whisper a ‘hi’ scared that speaking at a normal tone would wake up the whole house. “Why are you up?” He shuffles to the side, gesturing you to join him. The bed makes noises as he moves. Noises that you would laugh at if you weren’t so tired.

“Why are You up?” You ask, taking the spot next to him on the almost deflated bed. As you sit, you sink down. the dip of the bed almost made you lean into him. “Couldnt stop thinking about you” he jokes, at least you think he was. His tone was unreadable, maybe because your still half asleep. He looks at you, Making that face he always does.

“I’m flattered that I’m the one ruining your sleep schedule” his face drops and you laugh, the soft noises leaving your mouth causes him to smile as well. “So what are you doing up?” He asks again.

“I can’t sleep”

“Because…? Of me?” He smirks. And you can’t help but think he looks attractive. What the fuck is wrong with you.

You shake your head with a laugh. He’s so unbelievable. “Shihyun was snoring” you correct and he nods.

“Oh of course” he laughs, but he doesn’t look away from you. You laugh with him. the only light decorating his face, and yours is the tv and the moon shinning through the huge sliding glass doors covering the entirety of one wall. The curtains are open and the view of the beach is fully revealed. You take a moment to look out to the water. It sounds cheesy but the light reflecting off of it was relaxing. And you just realized that he must have slightly opened the door. The wind, that is more untamed then during the day, is filling your ears. The oddly pleasant sensation of goosebumps on your skin makes your body unconsciously lean towards his firm frame.

You close your eyes appreciating the feeling. The sounds the smells and the sight. You hate to admit it but; You’re actually glad Haechan talked you into coming to this summer trip. It was the most fun you’ve had in a while.

“Y/n”

“Yeah?”

“Do you enjoy my company?” You turn to him. His eyes already trained on you… you’re not even sure if he ever looked away. “What do you mean?”

“I mean exactly what I said... Do you find me annoying? Do you hate me?” He’s so serious, and you wonder if a maybe your dreaming. Why is he asking such a rhetorical question? Where did it come from? What prompted it?

Do you hate me?

“Um…”

“Be honest, no games, or jokes”

Do you find me annoying?

You pause. Shit… do you truly find him annoying? No. You never really did. You were just scared to like him. Scared that if you two were truly friends it would become more for you. And that was terrifying. But You don’t hate HIM…

You hate the way you laugh at his jokes, even when there really aren’t funny, and You hate the way you find yourself smiling at the sight of him.

You hate the way he makes you feel what you feel.

You hate that he doesn’t let you believe what you want.

You hate that, even after trying your hardest to act like you hate him, it’s obvious that you love him…. But that thought would never leave your lips. Always telling yourself that it’s stupid, that your not that close or that you two barley know each other… but the truth is; you are and you do. You two are closer then you want to admit. You hate it-

You hate that You love him…

You had been fidgeting. The thought of accidentally saying any if that out-loud terrified you.

“Hate is a strong word-“

“Then do you dislike me? Y/n…. You’re kinda taking a long time to answer” he’s desperate, you’ve never seen him act like this, it’s so foreign. His fist clench and his breath hitches.

“I’m thinking”

“You have to think about it?” He sounded hurt. But you’re sure he meant for it to come out nonchalantly. He’s worried, and his eyes look glossier then usual.

You sigh and try not to smile at the puppy eyes he definitely doesn’t realize he’s wearing on his face. The expression was cute but sad at the same time.What is going on?

“I don’t hate you”

“We are past that. Do you dislike me?” He shakes his head, unhappy with your response.

“No”

“Do you find me annoying?”

“I guess you have your moments- why are you asking me this?” He takes a moment to think, his eyes flying around the dark room. “I’m just, checking. Your hard to read” he wont look at you, apparently he finds the fabric of the bedsheets more interesting then you. He seemed to relax after that. But you aren’t happy with the lack of information your getting.

“Hyuck? did you actually think I hate you?”

Hyuck? Where did Hyuck come from!? He looks at you with a expression you never really see from him. The nickname catching his attention. To explain it simply; his eyes almost sparkled, and his lips form a cheeky smile.

“Well, You did have to think about it” he response. Finally laying back. His mood changed like a switch. “Anyway, I’m glad thats settled, you can sleep out here. I won’t snore, promise” he adds, acting as if he didn’t just ask you the most obscure questions. You watch his eyes close and his body relax. Wait- was he really up thinking about you!? Wasn’t he joking!?

“That’s it?” You ask, remaining seated. “Why? do you want to keep talking?” He peeks at you with one eye. His playful banter returns. You hate that you don’t hate it. “I would like some context. Would you have gone on the rest of.. however long thinking I really hated you? What if I didn’t come out here? What if I stayed in the room? When would you have asked me this?”

“I guess I wouldn’t of asked at all. And can you blame me? You always act like you hate me”

“I do not”

“You do” he eyes close once again and you cross your arms over your chest in annoyance.

I DONT do I?

Gnawing at your lip, you fight between arguing or letting it go. When you don’t move haechan sighs. “Just lay with me.”

What ever you were thinking if before is long forgotten.

WHAT!?

WHY DID HE HAVE TO SAY IT LIKE THAT!?

WHY- HOW SID HE SAY IT WITH A STRAIGHT FACE!?

you huff, trying to slow your heart rate and make the sounds of you catching your breath unnoticeable. The sentence had sounded so... natural to him? Haechan laid on his back, one hand resting at his chest and the other behind his head. “Y/n” he calls you back to reality.

“Give me second” you sigh and he raises an eyebrow. “For what? Trying not to fall for me?”

Yes

“No”

The smirk on his face was apparent and dreadful. “Trying not to throw up on you” you bite, then lay next you him. Your arms are still crossed and your face remained upset.

“So cruel” his eyes are closed again and a soft smile covers his face. “Goodnight princess” You smile at that, knowing you shouldn’t- but also knowing that he can’t see it. So for now… you’ll allow yourself to feel what he makes you feel. Just for tonight.

“You shouldn’t ever feel like you’re hated… I’m sorry if I did that… I don’t hate you Hyuck.”

I love you.

“Your not annoying and your don’t make me uncomfortable. You are the one person that tells me what I have to hear, not just want I want to. And I appreciate it. You deserve to know that”

You don’t know why you are allowing yourself to say this much. But he does deserve to hear it.

“Goodnight Hyuck” you turn over, facing him with your eyes closed, Petrified of his reaction. You hear shuffling and an arm wrap around you. The heat of his body, and the soft breath form his mouth calmed you. You would be freaking out or pushing him away any other time. But just for tonight…

You relax into him, your breath slowing and your head clearing of any thoughts. You felt relaxed, safe, tired- loved.

Loved? -

“Thank you y/n…” he whispers and his arm tightens around you. you smile into his chest.

This is not weird or intimate- it’s normal, so you shouldn’t be feeling the way you do.

Your welcome Donghyuck.

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[aleksa-sims]

RL Simself Story ( 18+)

I was at N.'s. He told me what was going on with that girl Stephanie, his (ex-) fiancée. However, I was alone that morning. Nico had a match. I was still in bed until the doorbell rang. I wondered who that was? I didn’t open the door. This is not my place. I just went to the window and saw a pretty, young woman looking in my direction. I knew it was her!😓💔 She looked up at the windows to me a second time, before she got in her car and left. Maybe she saw me?

N.’s dog came up to me in the bedroom after it rang. I think he thought I was scared? I told him, I'm fine, just a bit sad. He always knew when I wasn’t well. Atm I was sure that Nico’s dog remembered me.🧡 I hugged him & said, "Let’s go for a walk together like we used to.".. I went to a pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test. I didn’t want to wait anymore and I have to tell Nico!

A few hours later, N. came home. I heard he wasn’t alone, so I went downstairs to see what was going on?

Carefully I hid behind the curtains, to watch who those 2 guys were, who came with him.

Nico: Yo, cut the shit! I've got someone here, you get me? Why did you two morons even come up with me?

Martin: Well, I gotta piss, man.

Nico: Then go and get outta here!... And you, dude? What you doing there?

Damian: Just check myself out 😏. ..What's the hurry? Like... you wanna get rid of us.

Okay, Damian & Martin, 2 of his team mates. I really didn’t feel like awkward small talk. That one Christmas party 2 years ago was enough for me! Just saying Damian's stupid twin sister. 😡 Anyway. That guy Martin came back from the bathroom. He wanted to know who I was, while Damian was still busy admiring himself in the mirror. 🤦‍♀️😒

Martin: Well, I'm done! ... But-... c'mon, who's your new... mistress?

Nico: Mistress? I’m not having a fling, and I didn’t cheat.

Martin: You kept texting that girl in Italy. You didn’t give a shit about Stephanie. That’s cheating too, dude.

Nico: The fuck-...

Damian (to M.): Can't you keep your fucking trap shut?... Sorry, N.! I told him.

Martin: That wasn’t an insult or anything. I just think it's a bit..... blatantly & rash to dump your girl just for a fuck.

Nico: What makes you think it’s just a fuck for me?

Martin: It's that kind of vibe I got. The way you talked about her earlier, you know?

Damian: He’s right! Why all that secrecy? Just say who she is!

Nico: I wouldn’t have let you into my place, if I hid her!! But yea, I admit... I didn’t expect this to happen. I don't wanna hurt my gir-... Stephanie!  I really struggled to end it with her. I thought it would be easier but seeing her so.... fucked up & sad also got me down. It hurt me too, okay! I love her.

Damian: Then.... get her back, man.

Nico: Yea.... I-.. I can't!.. I simply can't! She.... can’t give me what I want. 😕

Martin: Stop thinking with your dick and get your girl back!

Damian: That chick must be damn hot. Tell us who she is, dude.

Nico: You know her anyway! 🤷‍♀️So cut the shit and fuck off.

Damian: Yo, don't tell me you’re screwing my sister. 🤣

Nico: Your sister?... I'm not that desperate. 😄

Damian: Shit, I think she overheard us.

Martin (to D.): Let's head out, man.

Damian: You, started that ball rolling and now you wanna fuck off?

Nico (to me): Babe? Come to us, you don’t have to hide.

Damian: Damn, that's your..... ex....

Damian: Heyyy! Sorry Aleksa, I didn’t know it was you. You want a hug? 😬

Me: Like our last encounter? 🤨

Damian: But you’re not gonna start crying again, huh?

Me: That's kind of your thing, right? Make girls cry and hug them.

Damian: You know, I hate making girls cry.

Me: You look so much like... someone.... I know. 😔 Almost creepy. I didn’t notice it before because ...yea, I didn’t meet and know him yet then.

I was speechless when Damian stood in front of me. He and Daniel look totally alike. Now that I missed Daniel’s face so much, I noticed it. However, atm I had other worries in my head. Nico and his Stephanie! Yesterday Nico told me about her issues. And he....asked me for forgiveness. He couldn’t let her down. Her family was away for a few days and she threatened Nico that she would hurt herself. Which she allegedly did and tried in the past. So he allowed her to stay with him until her parents came back. He was afraid to leave her alone. I was totally disappointed and mad. I told him, that if she comes back here to him, I’m gonna end this with us!!! She will probably sleep with him or try it and I didn’t trust him. Even though N. promised me he wouldn’t sleep with her. He just didn’t want to leave her alone the next three days, but between him and her it’s over, he said. STILL! I had no confidence in promises made to me by men, who supposedly loved me. So I wanted to go home, but N. stopped me. He suggested that we both, Stephanie & I stay with him for the next 3 days, until her family comes home. Thats CRAZY, I told him! However, he gave in and meant, he’d come up with something else for her, but he doesn’t want to lose me. And well, I stayed with him. But as I just heard what he thought about her and me, I wanted to leave again! 😞 Agh yea, I’ll tell next time how it went on. It's just too much for one post. And also Stephanie will be back and I'm gonna see Dennis. 🤦‍♀️Sandra will talk me into something totally stupid. I mean, she was just trying to encourage me. It was my stupid idea, to drag Dennis into that.....mess. But he also wanted it!!! 🤷‍♀️

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okay here is my first ever angst fic, it was a request from a friend! don’t know if i’ll ever do it again this hurt but i hope you enjoy!

summary: you befriend the supposed scary metal head and become close but things end up taking a turn and now you have to fight a character from a fantasy game, but that’s okay as long as you have Eddie right?

warnings: pure angst, major character death, some fluff in the beginning, i’m sorry i did this. lemme know if i missed anything! and it’s not proofread sorry

word count: 2k

It Should Have Been Me - Eddie Munson

"Damn this thing." You huff out as you start to aggressively shake your locker door, hoping that it'll just open. 

"Whoa, hey what did the locker door do to you?" You hear to the left of you. You look over and your jaw drops a little as you see the guy standing next to you. "Need some help?"

"Oh um, yea, thanks." You say stepping back. You tell him the combination to your locker. He puts it in and gets the locker open with no struggle. You look at him in shock and he's holding a cocky smile. 

"It wasn't that hard sweetheart." He says. 

"Oh hush." You say smiling to yourself. 

"Let me know if you have troubles again." He says giving you a big smiles. You go to say thank you but the bell rings. You quickly get your stuff together and slam your locker shut. You glance over and see he was already down the hall, walking out of the school doors. You stood there confused before you glanced at the clock and rushed to your class. You get to your class on time and sit down in your seat getting your notebook, textbook, and a pencil out. About ten minutes into the class the door opens and in walks the guy who helped you earlier. 

"You're late Mr. Munson." A couple of students laugh to themselves. 

"Not the first time nor will it be the last time." He says as he plops down in the seat next to you. He looks over and smiles at you. "You stalking me?"

"I was here first, maybe you're stalking me." You say and his smile grows. 

"Fair point, Eddie, Eddie Munson." He says holding his hand out for you to shake. 

That day changed everything. You and Eddie had became close instantly and you may or may not have developed a crush on him as time went on. He introduced you to DND of course trying to convince you to start play because well he was going to be the best damn DND teacher you will ever have but it just wasn't your thing and he accepted that, just as long as you came to the campaigns. Of course going all the time meant you and the others became close as well. 

"So you will not believe what I found out yesterday roaming the halls." Eddie says as he walked with you to your locker. Once you get there he doesn't even bother letting you try to open your locker, just easier that way he says. 

"What did you find out Eds? That you should probably get a hair cut?" You joked. He gasped loudly and puts his hand over his heart and falls to the ground in his usual dramatics. That was Eddie for you. "Eddie would you get up?"

"You have wounded me, I have to stay here forever now, how dare you say something so insulting about the mane." He says. You roll your eyes, putting your stuff away before you lean down a little and hold out your hand. He smiles before he grabs your hand and gets up. 

"So what did you find out, come on I'm getting impatient here." You say closing your locker. 

"Henderson has a little crush on you." He says. 

"That's it?" You ask and he frowns. 

"Well excuse me, sorry it's just that." He huffs and you laugh. 

"Come on we're going to be late to lunch." You say grabbing his arm and pulling him into the cafeteria where once again he was doing his usual dramatics and riling Jason up. 

Hellfire that night went amazing, you were proud of Dustin and Mike for finding a sub in time and proud of Erica. They all leave, walking out cheering as you helped Eddie clean up. "You know I tell you all the time sweet heart that you don't have to help me." Eddie says. 

"I know but I like to help." You say and you both smile at each other. Once you were done you both walk out of the building and Eddie walks you to your car. 

"I'll see you tomorrow yea?" He asked you as he opened the door for you. 

"As always." You say. You get in and he bows before he closes the door. He taps on the window and you roll it down. 

"I forgot to mention, it's your pick for the movie tomorrow night." He says smiling wide. 

"Great 16 Candles it is." You say and he groans out.

"We've seen that one already!" He whines. 

"Its a classic Eds." You say. 

"Hmm fine, you're lucky you're adorable, or else you would not be getting your way with me." He says before he stands up and steps away from your car. "M'lady." He bows again making you laugh as you tell him bye and finally head home. That would be the last time you saw Eddie smile. 

"Her body just like lifted up into the air, and uh, she just like hung there, in the air. And her bones uh," He stops for a moment, humming as he closes his eyes, "Her bones started to snap. Her eyes man, it-it was like there was something like inside her head pulling. I-I didn't know what to do so I-I-, I ran away. I left her there." He looks at all of you before he scoffs. "You all think I'm crazy right?"

"No we don't think you're crazy at all." Dustin says. 

"No, don't bullshit me man! I know how this sounds!" You had never heard Eddie so upset before. 

"We're not bullshitting you." Max says.

"We believe you." Robin says. He lets out a breath and looks at you. 

"You can trust them Eds." You say. You glance at Dustin and he glances at you before you nod your head slightly. It was time Eddie knew the same truth Dustin had told you that same morning.

"Look what I'm about to tell you might be a little, difficult to take." Dustin says. 

"O-okay." Eddie says.

"You know how people say Hawkins is cursed? They're not way off." Dustin starts. "Theres another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins. Sometimes it bleeds into ours."

"Like ghosts and shit?" Eddie asked.

"Theres some things worst than ghost." Max says.

"These monsters, from this other world we thought they were gone. But they've come back before and that's why we needed to find you." Dustin continues.

"If they're back again, we need to know." Max says.

"That night, did you see anything?" Robin asked. 

"Dark particles maybe?" Max asked. Eddie shakes his head no. 

"It would almost look like dust, swirling dust." Dustin says. 

"No man it was nothing you could see or uh or touch." Eddie says. "You know I tried to wake her, man. She couldn't move. It's like she-she was in a trance or something."

"Or under a spell." Dustins says.

"A curse." Eddie says looking at all of you again.

"Vecna's cures." Dustin says.

"Who's Vecna?" Steve asked.

"An undead creature of great power." Dustin replies.

"A spell caster." Eddie says.

"A dark wizard." Dustins says. 

"I concur, you Dustin Henderson, are a total butthead." Eddie says. 

"Jesus we thought you were a goner." Dustin says, hugging Eddie.

"Yea me too man, me too." Eddie says patting his back. 

After Eddie and Dustin hug you gently push Dustin out of the way and hug Eddie yourself. You of course thought worse case scenario like everyone else and thought Eddie was done for. 

"I'm okay sweetheart, I'm okay." He whispers to you. You nod your head but refuse to let go. You didn't want to let go just in case that was the last time you ever saw him. No that was not going to happen you refused to let that happen at all. You were not going to let anything bad happen to Eddie, didn't matter what you had to do, you were not losing Eddie.

"Just make sure he makes it out of there okay Dustin?" You asked Dustin. 

"Of course, I'm not letting anything happen to him." Dustin says. You smile at him and pull him in for a hug. 

"You better not let anything happen to you either okay? I'll kill you." You say.

"What if I die from the bats, how are you going to kill me then?" Dustin jokes, trying to lighten the mood. 

"Henderson." You warn. 

"I won't let anything happen to me or Eddie okay? We got this, now go be a badass." He says pulling away from the hug. You smile at him before you turn to Eddie. You go over to him and pull him away from everyone else. 

"I need you to do me a favor." You say. 

"What is it sweetheart?" He asked you. 

"Make a promise to me." You say. He looks at you confused. 

"And that promise is?" He asked you. 

"Promise me you'll come back, that when this is all over, when Vecna is dead, we graduate together and we get the hell out of here okay?" You ask him.

"Sweetheart-." He starts but you cut him off. 

"Promise me Eds." You say.

"Okay, I promise." He says and you hug Eddie, for the very last time. 

You stood there with everyone as you waited for Dustin and Eddie to come back. You looked around at everyone and they looked at you. None of you knew where Vecna went but you were sure it was over. You hear grunting and look up to see Dustin limping a little but no Eddie. Your heart drops and you run over to him. 

"What happened to you? Where's Eddie?" You asked. He looks at you and you can see he's been crying. "Dustin where the hell is Eddie?" 

"I tried to stop him, I tried so hard, but he cut the sheets and ran. He said he was buying more time. I managed to get back to the other side but by the time I got to him, it was too late." He says as the tears run down his face. You feel tears running down your own face as you process Dustins words. Eddie was gone, he was actually gone. "I'm so sorry." 

"Don't blame yourself." You say pulling him in for a hug as you both cried. 

You walk into your room and sit down on your bed, trying to process the recent events that took place these last few days. You had never believed anything like this, it was all just fantasy and yet now, it was your life, and it took your best friend away from you. You get up and walk over to your vanity and grab the polaroid of you and Eddie. You started to cry again and you toss it down. 

"You promised! You fucking promised me that you would come back! You promised that we would get out of here!" You shout out as you fall to your knees. You had never felt so hurt before. Eddie deserved so much more in life, he deserved to graduate, he deserved to make a name for himself with Corroded Coffin. He still had so much life to live. You cried more as you though about everything Eddie had been through and how he didn't deserve any of it, he was himself and that scared people but that's what made you love him.

You should have tried harder to go with him and Dustin, or went with Dustin yourself then he would be alive. Hellfire would still have their Dungeon Master, Corroded Coffin would still have their lead, and you would still have your best friend. You felt this wave of guilt over come you as you thought about graduating and moving on with your life. How your parents get to be happy with your accomplishments while Wayne searches for his nephew who is never coming back. How you get to try new things and see the world while your best friend is just...dead

"It should have been me, it should have been me!" You cry out. You wish it had been you.

#eddie munson #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #this shit hurt to write #but it was kinda fun #i cried

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12 --in public. [Nunnally & Hibiya in their main royal verse]

kissy kissy!! | @lured-into-wonderland

A light clearing of the throat before, "Princess Nunnally," he spoke up to steal her attention from whatever conversation she was pretending to care about. "This is one of your favorite ballets playing right now, yes?" Offering a hand, "Would you like to dance?" A rhetorical question, especially in front of other people, Nunnally would cause a dramatic stir if she said no. But, even with his sweet charm, that was the point. They needed to talk without feeling like he was cornering her - even if that was basically what he did.

Hibiya was at least polite about cornering her, if there were any points to give for that, allowing time for her to speak up first if she wished, or come up with an excuse to leave prematurely without creating public insult. Although, there was a time limit after all. For some reason, he decided this was his course of action and would undoubtedly only upset her more if he let it slip through his fingers.

"I... I wanted to apologize for yesterday." He finally spoke up, calmly and slowly, realizing he didn't know what to say after that point. "As I was trying to explain earlier, it was just a misunderstanding. I wasn't trying to ignore you and leave you unwelcomed." He held her loosely. His movement was still rhythmic and thankfully second nature, but the dance lacked any passion and was obviously only being used as an excuse to force her into the conversation. "I was told you were arriving today, in the morning before everything started. I knew that sounded odd because you wouldn't have had much time to relax and prepare, but I thought maybe you were busy and it was the best you could do. I didn't think to question it."

Maybe not the best start, almost sounding like he was blaming her. Try again? "But I made a mistake in going against my instincts. And I won't next time. I shoved everything I could into yesterday to make it work, so this wouldn't have happened. I could show you my planner if you'd like, it's a scribbled mess, but I did everything possible to match, I mean what I thought was your schedule. I was free all morning to be with you, but I was told you wanted to sleep in." How unfortunate it all was. In those moments of respite and silence, while Nunnally was back home, he found himself missing the company. Hibiya was trying to show that, some appreciation for her presence, but he instead just caused the opposite effect. "I truly did intend on giving you my undivided attention."

The song ended, everyone giving light applause for themselves and others, but Hibiya kept his hands in position for a bit longer, desperate to read if she believed him or was even listening. It was a sympathetic look in his eyes, though even for him, difficult to separate why this time he felt such sorrow for Nunnally. If it was because he imagined what it must as been like to return to what is or will soon be her new home, only to be mostly ignored, or because he accepted this mistake is defining him as being less than perfect, or looking careless even?

Removing his hand from hers, Hibiya instead brought it to her cheek, his lips soon after meeting hers for an honest kiss. It wasn't long, nor particularly demanding. It was gentle, allowing Nunnally at any moment to freely reject him without it being cause for a scene. As far as he was from being a hugging, cuddly type of person, this was his way of expressing that while he still had her.

He messed up. Despite his best efforts, Hibiya felt there was no one to blame for this silly little error but himself. The slightest oversight that he couldn't help but be seen as proof that he was falling back to old habits. He needed to try harder, push himself maybe just a bit further. Accept that his comfort and patience wasn't what mattered, but doing what was right - for the kingdom. "If you forgive me, I swear it will never happen again. I'll find out who gave me the wrong information and ensure everything from now on is triple-checked myself."

#just groveling at her feet #nunnally may want to drag him for accidentally ignoring her #but fear not. he'll beat himself up about it enough for the two of them #v: reliving history }another nervous wreck #lured into wonderland #though now hes like well see this is why i dont work and trust other people cause i now i look like an ass

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Friends with Benefits

Reader x Thor x Loki

⚠️18+, probably some swearing, mentions of smut

Part 12

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When Loki arrived back at the flat yesterday, looking deflated, Thor found himself fighting down his smile knowing that you had rejected him.

“What’s the matter Loki?” He asked innocently, looking up at him from where he sat in the living room on the couch.

“You set me up!” Loki fumed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Thor gasped.

“You know that I like y/n, I was trying to throw you off the scent—”

“By insulting her?” Thor interrupted.

“No! By making you think that I didn’t like her but you knew she was behind me.” Loki seethed “DIDNT YOU!”

“I did.” Thor grinned causing Loki to clench his jaw, fighting the urge to grab Thor by the throat “I must admit it wasn’t nice seeing the look on her face.” Seeing Loki so angry, he decided to continue to talk. “Loki I must tell you though, as a brother, y/n doesn’t like you.” Thor stated.

“You don’t know that.” Loki quipped.

“Oh brother, I do.” Thor assured.

Not knowing what to say and practically grasping at straws, Loki thought of what to say and reluctantly did.

“We kissed. Did she tell you that?” Loki blurted, feeling smug when Thor looked taken aback.

“You’re lying.” Thor huffed.

“I’m not lying, we kissed that night of the party in my bed.” Loki answered proudly.

“Now you mention it, she did say something along those lines.” Thor lied not liking Lokis win “she said it was a thank you for allowing her to stay. Nothing but a token of her gratitude.” He dismissed leaving Loki to be the one left taken aback as his brows furrowed. “But don’t worry brother there are loads of other women.” Thor beamed.

“But I don’t want other women.” Loki spoke quietly after a few silent moments as he sat down on the couch as Thor stood up.

“I’ve got a few friends coming over tonight.” Thor announced.

“Will y/n be there?” Loki asked optimistically.

“Not those friends, different friends.” Thor answered causing Loki to visibly deflate again. “And besides Loki, after the way she spoke about you to me earlier on, I wouldn’t speak to her ever again if I were you.” Thor lied.

“Really, when?” Loki questioned wondering when you could have spoken to him considering he had just come back from your flat.

“Earlier on.”

Soon after, Thors friends arrived although Loki was certain he didn’t recognise any of them save one girl called Jorja who he had seen previously around campus. Unlike the rest of Thors company, she seemed sweet. The gathering eventually turned into a small party to which Loki tried to drink all feelings for you away. Feelings were futile if you truly didn’t like him back which it seemed especially after a whole bottle of vodka and some beers. Loki barely realised how much Thor was pushing he and Jorja together who seemed equally as intoxicated. A recipe for disaster or at least regret. One by one, people started filtering out and leaving but Loki and Jorja were still sitting down and talking.

“Take her to bed Loki.” Thor suggested, wanting Loki to leave so he could call you and apologise on his behalf and hopefully be invited to your flat. Loki was about to say no until Jorja grabbed his hand.

“Yeahhh, take me to beddd Lokiiii.” She whined. Looking at her, he saw her enticing expression. Standing up, he lead her towards his bedroom where they began kissing until Jorja ripped her top off and threw it on the floor. “Fuck me Loki.” She ordered, undoing her bra.

“What?” Loki asked, not sure he had heard her correctly until her bra fell on the floor and she ran her hand over his bulge.

“Fuck me.” She repeated.

“O-oh okay.”

After that, they both collapsed onto the bed, Loki on top of her as his mind completely forgot about you. After he fucked her, they both fell asleep, sleeping well into the next day, completely forgetting anything about college or lectures. Eventually Loki awoke when he heard his phone ringing from the floor. Reaching a hand down, he picked it up trying not to wake Jorja. Seeing that you were FaceTiming him, a plethora of different emotions flooded him all at once. Shock, hurt, regret, hope but the overall feeling that gripped him was coldness. He waited for you to speak as he tried to blink the sleep from his eyes.

“Y/n?” He spoke, breaking the silence and waking Jorja up who draped an arm over him as she looked at his phone.

“Who you on the phone to?” She asked him.

Lokis cold heartedness dissipated when he saw your expression. Your lip trembled slightly and he realised that he had made a huge mistake.

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[slowdancingtorock]

Ireland - Day 31

Did I overreact yesterday? Probably. Has today confirmed my worries? Kinda. We (the 3 of us) went to the National Museum with a grand total of 4 adult students. At least the museum was somewhat interesting and I had a good time there.

We got back early so as to avoid trouble with public transport and that was a good call seeing as the next 3(!) trains were either canceled or delayed. We also browsed some shops after we brought the students back to find some souvenirs. We didn't find anything we liked but I did find a book. The office walls and the mugs I have to wash and carry around all day have Seamus Heaney quotes on them and when I saw a book with his poetry I couldn't resist. I am not immune to propaganda. At all.

Anyway, I got to chat with the only other German intern who is here (I genuinely didn't know she was here nor that she was German - she literally has the opposite schedule of me). Apparently she not only has to be here for 5 months (good God) but also gets ordered around to do the most stupid shit I have heard of for most of the morning as she doesn't have any breaks to take care of. Like "Go to the shop to buy a new cable" or "Go water the plants" type of tasks. Ridiculous. She seems somewhat fine with it and I really shouldn't do anything on her behalf without her permission but I really wanna help her out :(

Maybe I can get our Dean to let her come with us on the trip tomorrow as we'll going to be Guinness Storehouse (the school will pay the entrance fee for us employees, yay). Looking forward to that, a little at least but since I don't like Guinness there is not that much hype. However, a whole bunch of students signed up for it so maybe it won't feel like a total waste of time going there.

Because we returned to the office so much earlier, I also got to chatting with some of the teachers and they are all quite some characters; one is a 50-something year old dude who talks a lot but uses questions instead of phrases like "You're quite tall, aren't you?" or "I forgot my pen in the classroom, didn't I?". Love him. Also, one is apparently sorta famous on IG but not for teaching but for modeling (slay, Queen) and she showed some really bold outfits, lol. Then there is also that other guy who is prolly in his 30s, who loves cursing in a monotone voice (" Morning, assholes") and expresses his love by insulting you, that's a rough thing to get used to, at least for me. But they're all mostly fine, I think we all just bond through our dislike of some of the people in administration. Healthy office culture here.

My song of the day is Revolution Radio by Green Day. I listened to it on repeat today, 'cause I totally forgot how much I love that song. Also, I feel a little rebellious today what with me being unhappy about my one colleague's situation and also I watched The Order Season 2 and the characters got their fears stolen and did a whole bunch of rebellious and reckless stuff so yeah, it does fit fairly well.

[shessweetlikehunny]

Who's Izzy?

Summary; Bakugou gets a message form 'Izzy' his supposed girlfriend, but when class 1a goes to be consulted for their new hero suits they realise just how wrong they were.

"hey Bakugou you got 2 messages"Kaminari yelled from the lounge room "it's from Mei and, DUDE you gotta girlfriend!" he yells and catches the attention of the rest of the Bakusquad "bro whos Izzy, is she your girlfriend" Kirishima teases, Bakugou simply takes his phone off of Kaminari and replies with a short and sweet "no" then he walks back to the kitchen, the squad exchange a look the then get up and follow after Bakugou, who stands at the stove mixing his curry and smiling at his phone, "whatcha smiling at Bakugou" Sero wiggles his eyebrows "nunya" Bakugou smiles at his phone messages 'Izzy' back before sliding his phone into his back pocket and continuing to make the class dinner, "who hungry".

the conversation at the dinner table is interesting, "hey did you know that some support group class blew up a workshop" Hagakure said sparking a new conversation "yeah it was Hatsumei and someone else" Uraraka says "it was Bakugous girlfriend!" Kaminari yells "what?!" the class all looks to Bakugou "I don't have a girlfriend" he simply says "yes you do, you got a message earlier from 'Izzy' saying I just blew someone up and a message from Mei? saying I've been blown up" Mina says "Mei is Hatsumei-sans first name kerro," Tsu says then Kirishima complains "how come you call her by her first name but not us" "I call a lot of people by their first name" "oh yeah who else are you sure your no dating Hatsumi-Sama"Mina taunts and Bakugou rolls his eyes starting to get annoyed with the constant chattering and questioning, so he shuts them up by proving them wrong, "I call Hitoshi by his first name and he's not my girlfriend" and that does it their all quiet "...*cricket noise*..." well not all good things last, "WHAT!" "I don't have a girlfriend, I happen to call them both by their first name because I was asked to, no I will not call you by your first names leave me alone or you'll be cooking for yourselves I happen to know that the support classes like my cooking and wouldn't mind if I use their kitchen" he then gets up and leaves, "wait a second how do you know the support classes!" Kaminari yells after him, "wasn't that weird" Jiro says and goes back to eating and conversing with Momo.

The next day

"today we will be taking a trip down to support class 1-H but as the word travels fast 2 students yesterday were testing something and blew it up so I have a warning from power loader" he reads from a piece of paper "stay outside of the rainbow line that is dangerous territory and I will not be responsible for any casualties, you never know how exaggerated notes can be, so stay clear of the rainbow line" the class tuck in their chairs and start to walk to the classroom.

"hey Bakugou what class Is your girlfriend in?" he groans in response before yelling "I don't have a girlfriend" they all groan back "guys guys you're doing it all wrong, what class is 'izzy' in?" Kaminari asks with a smug smile, Bakugou glares at them "this one" "ha ha were going to meet your girlfriend how do you feel about that" "I think you should refrain from tormenting our classmates Kaminari," Iida says doing his robot dance "but Iida arent you a little curious about Bakugous girlfriend I mean think about it who would want to date him," Uraraka says trying to persuade her boyfriend and in̶t̶e̶n̶t̶i̶o̶n̶a̶l̶ly̶ unintentionally insulting Bakugou "what was that ROUND FACE!" he screamed, "he's just proving my point!" Iida looked conflicted considering his options "I will admit to being curious as to who Bakugous girlfriend is" Bakugou was just about to yell something back when they arrived at the classroom, the door opened and the class was greeted by a messy Mei Hatsumei

"Kat, Kat, Kat did you watch the video of the explosion I sent you!" she jumped up and down, Katsuki pushed to the front of the group "good morning to you too Mei I slept well as well" he said sarcastically "oh right manners Mei, good moring Kat," her hair was messy and there was still patches of her last explosion on her body and clothes "yes I saw the video, I watched it this morning, have you started making baby number 4 yet" "yep wanna watch?" "call me when your testing, ill watch then" the students behind them were horrified "Hatsumi!, bakugou! your traumatizing students!" power loader yelled "pfft, anyway wanna make a baby with me" "id love to it sounds fun id love to get my hands dirty" some of the support class students started laughing knowing exactly what was going on, and power loader just sighed "oh and 'Izzy's looking forward to making a baby with you~" she cooed "ok that's enough, ground rules, try not to touch anything unless necessary, stay out of the rainbow area and don't touch anything that says 'Izzy' or Mei now just look around for your suit and go"power loader stepped in and stopped their ridiculous conversation and some of the students looked around for their suits but others stayed and watched Bakugou, he walked into the rainbow area the class looked over there but didn't see a petite blonde named 'Izzy', Bakugou walked over to a green-haired boy and hugged him from behind making him turn around, he put his "baby" down and put his hands on Bakugous waist "hi kitten" he said " hi Izu" Bakugou turned to his classmates and stuck out his tongue, Mei laughed loudly form her workspace, a screwdriver in one hand and a blowtorch in the other "that's 'izzy'" she pointed to the boy still laughing "WHAT!" Bakugou leaned forward and kissed the boy "he came second last year in the sports festival" Momo said "yep, I did" he said "hi im Izuku Midoriya Katsukis boyfriend" Kat started laughing and so did Mei, "you thought he was straight, that's the funnest thing I've heard since vine" they were expecting something completely different not this hes 6ft with a green undercut and a dangley cross earring, hes muscly and tall and the complete opposite of the girl they were picturing.

#bakudeku #izuku midoriya #bakugou katsuki #mei hatsume #support department #secret relationship

[adleryoung]

Not long after sunset, my remaining witches went to sleep on the bedding that I had conjured for them earlier. I stayed up, fretting and asking the trees if they knew what was going on.

"We cannot perceive beyond the limits of our forest," they reminded me. "Whatever's happening is happening too far away for us to see."

"Nobody coming in or out?" I asked. "Not even Ixies?"

"No."

That was worrying. I called for Ixies, and only one responded.

"Where are the rest of you?" I asked nervously.

"A few are patrolling the forest," she informed me. "The main force went into town for the trial and have not returned."

"Go out past the edge of the forest - CAREFULLY!" I ordered. "Don't let yourself be seen and don't take any unnecessary risks. Find out what has detained the other Ixies."

She buzzed away and I went back to worrying.

At dawn, the witches awoke. The Ixie had not returned. I fixed breakfast and we ate in silence.

"I hate not even knowing what happened," I sighed.

"Yeah, that sucks," Petunia said, clapping me on the shoulder. "But now you have plenty of time to teach us magic while you wait."

"Uhh," Gretchen added. "It might take your mind off of the situation, at least."

"I'm not even sure lowfolk can learn it," I groaned.

"Won't know til you try," Chloe quacked encouragingly.

I spent the rest of the morning halfheartedly explaining the principles of Gramarye. We stopped for lunch about noon, and just as we were about to resume our lessons, the Ixie finally returned.

"Pardon the delay, Sire," she apologized. "Twas a difficult mission. The rabbits have strengthened their blockade, completely encircling the forest at a distance just past where the trees can see. No one gets in or out!"

"Not even Ixies?" I asked dubiously.

"Somehow they know to watch for us now," she declared. "And they have flyswatters!"

"BLAST THOSE RABBITS!!" I bellowed. "They have stymied me at every turn! If ever I get the upper hand, mark my words, the village of Bunkirk shall PAY for these insults!"

"I found someone who might be of interest to thee," the Ixie added, just as Vernier and Oak trudged into the clearing.

"How," I squeaked, after gawking in amazement for several seconds. "How did you get here if the rabbits have set up a watertight blockade?"

"Believe it or not, there was a distraction," Oak explained. "It looked like that crazy old crone, Mother Didelphis. She charged the rabbits and was laying into them with some sort of cleaver."

"I'm not sure that was her," Vernier added. "This person seemed a bit short, and much too nimble. Plus, Didelphis - in magically altered child form - was supposed to be at the court house, wasn't she?"

"We slipped past while the bunnies were occupied," Oak concluded. "Your agents, Sir, told me that you would recompense me for my time and trouble coming here. I'm going to have to bill you for a hefty amount of both."

"Yes yes, but what happened?" I demanded impatiently.

"Yesterday morning," Vernier began, "a rumor started going around that Didelphis had been seen on the road outside of town. Of course that meant that the ill-mannered child which the magistrate took into custody could not be her. People began to mutter that the whole trial was a sham, but Reverend O'Hoppity insisted that some sort of devilish shenanigans were afoot."

"Those are the best kind," Petunia grinned.

"O'Hoppity then began to claim that the witch trial was all a delusion contrived by the Evil One to sow discord among the people. Never mind that he was the one most vocally advocating for it the day before. He now blamed it all on Ash Marten, whom he claimed was a powerful warlock. I didn't hear his arguments but somehow he got quite a few townsfolk to abandon their senses and join his rabbit mob in storming the court house. They were armed with sticks, cudgels, farm implements, pies, whatever they could find. When the crowd started to get ugly, a lot of people headed the other way. Many of the vendors began packing up and leaving town, and I deemed it wise to follow them."

"So what happened?" I asked. "Did you see Burnside and Rebecca?"

"I did not. There was a lot of fighting, people rioting in the street. The court house exploded. People were hurt, maybe some inside the building were killed, I don't know. Apparently Reverend O'Hoppity was among the injured. From what I heard, I got the impression that he wasn't badly hurt. People were calling him a hero and saying that he had banished Ash back to hell."

"I didn't know Ash Marten was a demon!" Gretchen squealed excitedly.

"He's my great-uncle," Oak stated wearily. "Not a demon."

"Actually he's an elf," I declared.

#furry #adventure #elves #story #plot #cartoon #witches #skunk #tboay

[purplesurveys]

1750

Think back to yesterday, what were you doing around this time? I think I was just playing a game on my phone, taking breaks in between to baby Cooper and squish his cheeks.

What was the last thing you watched on the TV? The music video of 3D. :)) The song is really catchy but holy shit can it stand on its own without the rap. I almost immediately preferred the alternate version and am so grateful they decided to make one.

Do you think pets can get annoying easily? Uhhhhh, no. Pets can get annoying on occasion, but if you're easily irritated by them then maybe you're the problem...

Did you know that pickles have no calories? No, but I also don't have any strong feelings about learning this because I don't even like pickles haha.

Do you enjoy family get togethers? It depends on the side I'm seeing. I always enjoy the food lol but I have different relationships with different relatives, and there are certain sides that I can much more easily vibe with.

That said, my family's dynamic definitely falls under the Filipino stereotype of my dad's side typically being more boring, and my mom's side being lots of fun to be with (for the most part).

In a group of three, do you often feel like the third wheel? I mean, it depends on who the other two are. I am louder around certain people and quieter around others.

What color are your pants? I'm not wearing pants but my current shorts are purple and white.

Is there snow on the ground where you are? No.

What is keeping you warm right now? Nothing, actually, even though I'm feeling increasingly cold. I should get my blanket soon.

Has anyone bought you a piece of jewelry? Yes, a previous significant partner and a close friend.

How far away is your next birthday? Seven months away.

Do you have plans for that birthday yet? Not really yet. I don't start planning on what I want to do until the start of the new year.

When did you last take a shower? This morning.

Have you ever been to the Grand Canyon? Nope, I've never seen it.

Have you ever flown somewhere alone? No and I don't know when I'll ever have the courage to do so haha. It feels so daunting! I don't even think I'm ready to travel on my own yet.

Are you more serious or funny? I definitely try to be more lighthearted but I know when to be serious. Work drains me enough during the day so I like to let loose once I'm out of that headspace.

Is there someone that annoys you but you haven’t told them? Eh no one annoys me these days other than, like, certain celebrities that I have muted on social media anyway so that I never see them.

When is garbage day in your area? Wednesday.

Who/What was the last thing to really irritate you? My brother acts like he's king of the fucking world and never does any chores. The untended pile of laundry we had earlier was irritating me to no end so I just folded everything so that that part of the house can look neat again, even though I'm already in charge of a couple of other chores.

I feel like he thinks he gets a pass because college life is supposed to be exhausting, but it feels like such a funny insult to the 9-6s my sister and I have, lmao. In any case, I ended up enjoying folding the laundry because I found it therapeutic after my long day.

Do you think people either love or hate spongebob? At least from how I see it, most people love Spongebob either for its nostalgic factor, the timeless memeability of the show, or both. I fall under the category of loving Spongebob for both of those reasons.

The people I know who aren't interested only feel that way because they didn't grow up watching the show, but they don't actively dislike it.

Have you seen that new “Lie To Me” show? I've never even heard of that. I love the 5SOS song that shares the exact same title though, hah.

What is something you’d rather be doing right now? I'm perfectly content where I am right now.

Do you find that people are too hard on you? No, but I'm sensing that it's about to be that way soon. I don't want to talk about it now though.

Do you take surveys often? I wouldn't say so, but my activity does come in bursts. It'll be radio silence for most Monday-Fridays, but I might take 3-4 a day on weekends.

Do you tend to slam things around when you’re mad? Sometimes, but I wouldn't call it a habit. I wouldn't want it to be one.

Do you know anyone who hates/dislikes chocolate? I don't think so. I don't dislike chocolate per se, but I tend to avoid it because I find it too sweet.

Could you vote in this last election? Yes; I've been voting since 2016.

Have you taken a shower today? Yup.

How much sleep did you get last night? Around 7-8.

Do you have more girl friends or guy friends? Girl.

What is your current mood? Relaxed, happy, content.

Is there anything on your mind at the moment? How I'm in a really uncomfortable position but I'm too lazy to move around. Also thinking about how much my back and neck hurts, and my stomach is also beginning to feel upset most likely because of how I wolfed down that samgyupsal earlier lol.

Are there any movies out that you’d like to see? Oppenheimer, but I'll save that for when my dad's back home so we can watch it together.

Have you ever been on a website called Stickam? No, I don't think I've heard of it either.

Have you ever hated yourself? Yes. I don't anymore, but I did, and it wasn't a good place to be in.

Are you hungry? No, I am VERY full hahaha.

Did your parents ever ground you? Yes. At the time I had actually been very surprised that they did, considering 'grounding' isn't at all a thing where I live. Anyway, I had gotten in trouble on multiple occasions both for swearing and having horrible grades, so my parents would take away my laptop for indefinite periods.

Where was the last place you went out to eat? This Greek place where I had a Very Corporate Lunch with my workplace's CEO (aka my new boss from here on out), Bea, and one of our clients. I felt sick the whole time. Why am I even in this position? I don't care for corporate talk. Can I go back to being a manager who is more hands-on with the dirty, day-to-day work?

Have you ever felt like you needed a better life than the one you have? Better isn't really the word for it. Maybe 'more fulfilling' is more apt, and I'm definitely feeling that way now.

Do you own an MP3 player of some kind? No, not anymore.

Do you have a moment in your life you wish you could replay over again? Yes, Yoongi's concert. I think of going back to that time at least once a day. Every time I remember I've seen a member of BTS I always break out into a stupid giggle and feel like I'm floating on air for the next half hour haha. UGH I LOVE YOONGI BRING HIM BACK TO ME

Have you ever been in a play? If so, did you like it? I mean I guess, in my first school, but it was always a class performance where we'd do a song number. No, I never enjoyed those mandatory performances.

What is one musical artist you wish wasn’t making music? Chris Brown. I wish everyone can just start ignoring him.

When was the last time you cleaned something? Earlier tonight when I mopped the floor, tidied the dining table, and washed everyone's dishes.

Have you ever been so sick you had to be taken to the hospital? Yes, on two occasions.

Do you like your smile? Yes. :)

Do you have someone that you think truly understands you? Sure.

When was the last time you doubted yourself? Yesterday at the aforementioned lunch. My feelings at the time were like 20% doubting myself, 80% openly acknowledging within myself that, "holy shit, I CANNOT fake it til I make it here. Everything they're talking about, from next year's contract and the company's profit is making me want to vomit all over this table."

Is there anything currently bothering you? Yes my entire back is killing me and I just need a masseuse who'll use my back as a punching bag for five hours straight.

Would you say that you’ve got something ‘special’ about you? I think about that way about myself and everyone. We all come with our own charms.

Who was the last person to cheer you up when you were down? Jin.

Are you scared of what you do not know? I'm past that point already, considering what I've been able to survive before. I just enjoy going with the flow now.

Is there anything in the next six months that you’re looking forward to? Leaving my jobbbbb. I've decided to stay for the time being just so that I can avoid looking like an asshole who leaves as soon as she gets promoted, but resignation actively hangs in my mind everyday because the more I get settled in my new job, the more resentful I get.

Were you/are you popular in high school? I was in the inner circles, but I hated being in the spotlight so I still preferred to be the wallflower in my groups.

Do you really care what people think about you? No. I have other things to think about.

Do you find yourself treating others like you’d want to be treated? Not always. I will snap sometimes without meaning to and it always makes me feel guilty and self-reflect at the end of the day, but in general I do my best to go about every day thinking of two things: treat people the way I'd want to be treated, and that I never know what people are going through at a given moment so just be fucking nice.

Are you constantly envious of others? I genuinely cannot tell you when I last felt envy.

Are you more of a whiner with things or a do’er of things? Doer. I'll grumble within myself but it's not like I have a choice for the most part so I just go ahead and do Things.

List three of your favorite TV shows: Breaking Bad, Friends, Descendants of the Sun.

Would your friends say you’re a relaxed person or stressed? STRESSED, lmao. They will be the first to tell you that, for sure.

What do you find yourself worrying most about these days? How well I can adjust into my new role at work. Maybe I'll get into it more another time, but it's 11 PM on a Friday night and mulling over work feelings is the last thing I want to be doing.

Would you say it’s hard to earn your trust? It's easy for me to trust people and just as easy for me to take it away.

Who was the last person to compliment you? Coleen.

Anything interesting happen this past week? Sure, but it's not the good kind of interesting.

When was the last time you felt scared? Wednesday, when I had to go through multiple unfamiliar roads to get to my destination that day.

What’s on your mind this very second? How I want to skip the current song that's playing, anddd I just did.

Do you know the difference between ‘your’ and ‘you’re’? Yes.

Do you correct other people’s grammar/spelling when talking to them online? Never.

Is bacon one of your favorite foods? I love bacon, but it's not my favorite.

Are you one of those people who like to sleep in on the weekends? No. I'll barely sleep during weekends since it's my only time to do normal life things really.

Do you like things vampire related? Eh, just Twilight.

Have you ever cussed at a parent or teacher? Nope. I've sworn around my parents, but not at them.

When was the last time you saw snow? I've never seen snow.

Have you ever felt stupid after saying something? Yes.

Do you find yourself cold at the moment? Not anymore; I turned off the aircon for now since the cold had been getting too uncomfortable earlier.

Are your nails currently long? Yeah a little bit and I'll have to cut them soon.

Are you the kind of person who does not like talking about their past? Certain remnants of it sure, but I'm generally an open book.

Do you have long slender fingers or short chunky ones? My fingers are long and slender and I loveeeee them.

Do you think your foot size fits your body type? I guess so. My feet are really tiny hahah I'm like a size 6.

Are you the competitive type? Yeah, in every sense of the word. I mean I've gotten better at handling losses but I still like to treat most things like a race/contest; it's just a better mindset for me to be in to be motivated to do my best.

Are you more of a mommy’s person or a daddy’s person? Dad's girl.

[celiastjamesoscar]

if you insist babe 😽!

i was kinda friends with this boy earlier in the year except he was a cunt to me and literally pushed me into an ed due to things he would say to me, it gave me really shitty mental health as i was hospitalised so i just cut him off (this was in november-january and i am at a healthy weight now)

anyways now my mates have decided to befriend him?? i tried to warn them about him but they told me its opinions of who they like that matters, except i had gone out yesterday night and was kinda drunk so i told them that if they would inv him anywhere with us then i wouldnt go (reasonable)

anyways we went out today and they ended up inviting him so i decided to try tolerate him for a bit until he would whisper insults to me and literally called me putin, and told me to stop bombing ukraine, even though im literally latvian wtf 😭😭😭

me and one of my friends left early anyways and ended up going for some drinks, i will probs make uni friends so its okay <3

thankyou angel 🤍

First of all, give me this dude’s legal name and address. I will be on his doorstep in record time with a bat; no one messes with my friends! Second of all, I’m glad that you are at a healthy weight 🤍 I know how rough an ed can be, I used to have one, and I’m proud of you! You will always have me for support if you ever need any <3

It’s kind of bs that your friends would befriend after the things he has done to you. If I was there, he would be lucky I wouldn’t rip his head off. My anger issues know no bounds

Also, wtf?? Why would they invite him if they know that you clearly have a distaste for this guy? And also blaming you for Putin’s actions is no way a funny joke to be making, and I’m so sorry that he did that to you

I hope you make all kinds of friends at uni, and please stay safe!

I love you! 🤍

#bender chats