#even when he nabs you as an assistant

[glystenangel]

Lovesick Idiots

Soft!Gojo x Shy!GN Reader (Canonverse)

tags/warnings: 18+ blog, but this story’s pure fluff, gojo has the flu, you’re a secretary at jjk tech, you’re both crushing on each other, slight angst, kissin (ish), cuddling, lots of comfort and fluff<333333

summary: you take care of gojo when he’s sick and he can’t seem to hold back anymore

loosely based on one of my hc posts!

~4k

thanks for reading and enjoy <3

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When Shoko tells you Gojo has been out with the flu, you almost don’t believe her.

“Are you serious? I just thought he was on a mission for the last few days!”

She sighs, swiveling her chair away from where you two are sharing an improvised lunch of leftover juice boxes from the cafeteria and a split open bag of chips on her desk. Sun rays catch between the tree branches outside of the window, and the dilapidating shadows dance over Shoko as she spins her chair back and forth between the glass panes and you.

“I’m literally- well, basically a doctor. I just dropped off meds for him the other day. Go check for yourself, I’m sure he’d love a visit from you too.” She suggests, giving you a sidelong glance as she takes a cigarette and her lighter out of her coat pocket.

“What do you mean by that?” You scowl at her, fully aware of her insinuation. You run the point of your shoe over the outlines of the floor tiles, willing the butterflies in your stomach to tame their excited flutters at Shoko’s claim.

Ever since you joined Jujutsu Tech as a secretary, it seemed as though Gojo thought of you as his personal assistant. Frankly, at first he annoyed the hell out of you, with his pompous attitude and copious amounts of paperwork for all of his missions. However, he would occasionally bring you a souvenir from his travels or leave a small snack on your desk as thanks, oftentimes a sticky note nabbed from your desk drawer with a silly drawing left on top. The kind gestures would chip away at your heart with every instance, and your tolerance for him eventually grew as well. He seemed to catch on to this, and he would often spend class breaks trying to get a smile out of you. He would claim he had never seen it despite making one appear on your face whenever you conversed, and you would always roll your eyes and tell him to get back to teaching. You had to admit you had developed a borderline pathetic crush on the white haired man, with his bright cerulean eyes and obvious charm. It was difficult to deny him when he leaned over your desk, asking about your day and coyly flirting with you to get a lollipop from the bowl you kept in your drawer for the students. Even with his blindfold or sunglasses on, you sometimes felt his gaze sweeping over your face for far too long. Although, it was probably just your imagination.

“You know what I mean.” Shoko coolly returns your stare as she slides the window open, “Everyone knows that idiot likes you, and that you like him. For some reason.”

Your cheeks immediately heat, “He doesn’t like me. And you have to admit he is kinder than he lets on, and very handsome.”

You sometimes saw him come in fresh from a mission, a bored and almost numb look on his face. Although he would treat you the same as usual, you could tell something was breaking beneath his constant displays of power and invincibility. You had called him out on it once, and to your surprise he had placed his hand on your head with a dreary fog in his eyes. The weight of it seemed greater than you had anticipated, as if every bone in his body was dense with a grief that threatened to seep out at any moment.

“Have you ever had a best friend?”

When you silently nodded, he had sighed and removed his hand from your head, resting his elbows along the edge of the table and looking at the ground. The dark fabric of his sorcerer’s uniform broke out in crisp folds where he bent his frame against the counter, and his voice was unusually small when he spoke.

“Me too, once.”

You had carefully patted the broad angle of his shoulder at the news, “I don’t know what happened to your friend, but you seem like the type to bottle things up, whether out of duty or the need to always put on a brave face. You’re only human though, so go easy on yourself.”

“I’m not a human, I’m a sorcerer. A weapon against curses. The strongest.” He had said, a bitter grimace spreading across his lips.

The uncharacteristic acidity in his words had you taken aback, but you kept your calm gaze on his jaded one.

“To me, you’re the strongest because you still have your humanity. A heart, and a good one at that. Being strong at all times is an impossibility, even with your gifts. Though I know you try to be anyway, despite acknowledging that fact.” 

You paused for a moment, the air stilling between you both, “I don’t mean to offend you-”

“No, finish what you have to say. I’m listening.” Gojo shifted his posture, keenly tilting his head towards you.

His devoted attention and proximity, as slight as they were, ignited something in your chest.

You permitted yourself to continue speaking, carefully regarding the man before you, “What I mean to say is that your ability to be strong ultimately relies on the inevitability of your weakness. You’re a teacher for that reason, right? To help the students establish strength from their current weaknesses, and ultimately better the sorcerer world? Don’t neglect your humanity, Gojo, I think it really suits you.”

He didn’t say anything for a long stretch of time, squeezing a large hand around his cheeks and puckering his lips out in ponderance. Then, he had let out an entertained laugh.

“You’re so cute.” The tall man ruffled your hair, and you had watched in confusion as he walked away to meet with the elders. His conscience appeared to be lighter, and your eyes had worriedly trailed after him until he disappeared into the other room, hoping he could sense that you would send him any extra strength you possessed if he ever needed it. 

After that, he always seemed to seek you out when he was in a similar state. Even when you weren’t having a great day either, you both managed to be smiling after talking to each other for a handful of moments. 

Shoko scoffs, “I’ve known Satoru for years, he’s as unhinged as they come. I’m happy if you’re both happy though.”

“What is there to be happy about? Nothing’s going to happen.” You dismiss her words with a wave of your hand. 

Sure you considered each other as friends now, but you always assumed he treated you the same as he would anyone else. Gojo was meant for greatness, for impacting the sorcerer world and its history, he couldn’t possibly place you in any sort of mutual importance. As much as you told yourself that, you couldn’t resist craving his presence and hoping against hope.

“Oh really? So you’re not going to his apartment after school lets out?” She quirks up a brow, blowing out a stream of gray smoke before pocketting her lighter.

You give her a scathing stare, popping a potato chip into your mouth and giving it a hard chew, “Absolutely not.”

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As soon as you park your car across from Gojo’s apartment, regret begins filling your stomach.

“I should really think things through before doing them.”

You barely finish the mournful thought when your phone rings, high pitched and incessant.

“Hello?” You don’t even look at the screen to check who it is, your gut twisting with recognition at the energy behind the static.

“Hey, did you come to visit me?” Gojo drawls on the other side of the line. 

His voice instantly irritates you and makes your heartbeat fasten simultaneously. You can almost feel the bastard peering between his blinds at your rigid loitering on the curb. Damn him and his six eyes.

“Is that a problem?” You question, hoping he can sense your glare as you open the side door. It clicks open with ease, and you nearly misstep when Gojo heartily laughs.

“Not at all.” He coos, and you can practically hear the shiteating grin on his face.

“Good, I’m coming in.” You pick up a container of hot soup from where it was precariously riding in shotgun before shutting the door and making your way to the apartment entrance.

“The door’s already open.”

When you make it to the door, you see Gojo with his cellphone poised next to his ear and holding the door open for you. The sight of him in black sweatpants and a cream colored knit sweater shouldn’t make you flustered, but it does. The ends of his messy hair brush at the top of the doorframe, and even in his disheveled state he’s unnervingly attractive. His shoulder is leaned against the doorframe, his slender form emanating a confidence and power that you know he meticulously maintains in spite of his easy going demeanor. He has on his sunglasses too, though behind the tinted lenses you can still see the shimmering sparkle of his eyes and the long white eyelashes framing them as he scans your figure. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be sick?” You arch a brow, deftly taking off your shoes as he runs a hand through his pale locks.

“Oh, yeah. That.” He blinks innocently, as if he actually forgot, “I am.”

“You’re hopeless.” You shake your head at his nonchalant demeanor.

A look far too smug for his circumstances curls across his defined features, “Good thing you’re here to take care of me.”

You send him a withering stare, and he raises his hands up in surrender.

“Really, I feel better with you here.” He claims, and your stomach does a flip at his flirtatiousness.

“Huh, guess I brought this soup for nothing.” You lift the container into his line of sight, and he immediately starts coughing.

“Actually, I’m very ill. You’re probably gonna have to feed me. Look.” He holds his large palms out with feigned shakiness as you straighten your shoes in the foyer, not believing him for a second.

“Come here.” You stand up and place a hand to his forehead, “Wait, you’re actually burning up. How long have you had a fever?”

He mimics you, placing his hand over your forehead, “Since I met you I think.”

You almost scold him, but then his glasses slide down his nosebridge and you notice the red tip of his nose and the bags under his eyes. Although his cheeks do seem a little more sunken in from being ill, the defined cut of his jaw and the pretty perch of his sharp nose over his dewy cupid’s bow is enough to create a deep sense of longing within you. You want to hold him, and some part of you instinctively realizes that he probably needs it more than you could ever truly know. 

Gojo sniffles after a moment, and you drop your hand to pick his own off of your forehead, “Go to bed, now.” 

“Aye, aye captain.” He salutes you before walking off, and you can’t help but softly chuckle at the sway of his tall figure as he stumbles into the hallway.

Padding into the kitchen, you begin searching for a bowl to reheat the soup in. You had been to his place a couple of times for get togethers with the rest of the Jujutsu Tech staff, but this was your first time visiting alone. He occasionally volunteered his place for such gatherings, and part of you wonders if it is because he was lonely after being raised surrounded by people and then ultimately becoming the last standing member of the Gojo clan. His apartment is quite large, and more of a penthouse than anything. The floor is all dark hardwood with tall ivory ceilings, and the windows are draped over with dark gray curtains. It’s clean, minimally yet tastefully decorated with luxurious furniture and amenities, and you expect nothing less from such an esteemed man like Gojo.

“Gotcha.” You grab a speckled ceramic bowl from the second cabinet you try, quickly dumping the soup in and microwaving it. Once you fish out a spoon from a drawer and equip yourself with napkins, you follow the direction Gojo went until you find yourself looking down at his prone form clutching a pillow to his chest in bed. There’s cooling cups of tea on his nightstand with the teabags murking up the bottoms, and the wastebasket that you guess normally goes by the desk next to his bedroom window has been pushed to the side of his bed. The plastic bag is stuffed with crumpled tissues and cough drop wrappers. The air is rather warm, with a humidifier sitting on his dresser drawers and blowing a river of steam directly at the bed.

“Gojo?” You grab his desk chair and slide it to the bedside, sitting and pressing your knees to the sheet lined edge of his mattress.

“Hm?” He flits his eyes up at hearing your voice, and then deliriously grins, “Oh good, you’re here.”

“You let me in.” You gently remind him, contemplating how he had managed to take care of himself in such a feverish state. Come to think of it, you hardly remember him telling you if he had anyone that looked out for him now that his family was gone.

“Oh, right.” 

“Is it okay if you sit up for a bit? I brought soup, I think it’ll help.” You present the steaming broth to him again, and he languidly stretches before scooting up to rest his shoulder blades against his cushy pillows.

After he faithfully finishes the soup, you have him take another dose of the flu medication Shoko had told you she dropped off for him. Then, you take the remaining bowl and leftover tea cups to wash them. You even empty the trash, ensuring to wipe down any surface and washing your hands. Gojo watches you as he slumps in bed, eyes lazily following your movements as he lets out sporadic coughs or sniffles. Once you feel that his room has taken on an organized enough state for him to easily navigate as he regains his health, you sink back into your seat beside him.

“Alright, how are you feeling now?” You check his temperature again, and smile when his forehead is noticeably cooler.

“Great, thanks to you.” He crouches down to meet your eyes, the purr in his voice tickling your ears.

You flick his forehead, and he winces.

“You’re acting…different. Not that I mind, but are you sure you’re alright Gojo?”

“I always feel like this around you.”

“Like what? Sick?” The idea makes you scoff, since he was the one that made your gut wrench upon the mere sight of him.

“No, weak.” He answers absentmindedly, eyes falling to his palms, “But…I don’t mind it. It’s actually nice.”

The sentiment tugs your heart strings, but you try to think rationally. It was probably the medication, or the flu affecting his brain. You don’t want to make assumptions and entertaining any other idea would be unhealthy considering the way Gojo had eroded the wall around your heart months ago.

You mull over your words before mumbling, “I think you should go to bed Gojo.”

“I can’t, I’d rather talk to you. Frankly, I thought I was already dreaming.” 

“Stop messing around, you need to rest.” You insist, frowning as you fold the blankets over his lap. 

Gojo lightly shakes his head, his chest is rising and falling in rapid succession. You’re afraid he’ll agitate his flu with such sudden and uncalled for vigor. Even so, he presses his fists into his sides, a shallow scowl punctuating his mouth.

“It’s not a joke!”

Gojo’s protest astounds you, and then he says it again, more gently and as if in apology, “It’s not. I’m not joking.”

The resigned tone lurching along his throat forces your lips to part in surprise, and the entire room seems to hold its breath when he turns away from you. The lines of his back are tense, and you can see him struggling to breathe from the ragged movement of his shoulders. You had seen Gojo upset a handful of times, but never like this. Without thinking, you reach out a trembling hand, hoping he won’t break if you touch him with anything less than the utmost delicacy.

You momentarily forget that his shields may be up, and you only remember the possibility when the warmth of your hand somehow finds stable rest on the center of his back. It shocks you, and Gojo must feel your arm stiffen in epiphany when he turns, sliding your hand across his back and then catching it in his as he turns to give you a meaningful stare.

He rubs the pad of his thumb over your knuckles, briefly admiring the way your hands fit together before his eyes are drawn to yours again. Specks of periwinkle and the sky reflect in his irises, a glow so brittle and beautiful that it makes your heart ache.

“I’m in love with you, you know that?”

The honesty clutching his cadence stifles any speech you had left, and you can see the panic spike in the opalescent blue of Gojo’s eyes as more admissions hurriedly spill past his lips.

“I never really understood love at first sight or that supposed gut feeling one has where they feel that they’ll eventually fall for someone upon meeting them. At least, that was until I met you. I fall more in love with you every day. I can’t stop it. I tried.”

His last statement is agonized, like he betrayed himself and more importantly you, by not controlling his emotions. 

“Talking to you is never boring, and I worry about you all the time when I’m away, even if I can still see you. Isn’t that pathetic?”

At his question, your words return to you and you pull his hand closer, adrenaline coursing through your body from being allowed to hold even just a part of the man you had never thought would spare you anything more than friendly conversations.

“I don’t think it is.” You encase his hand in both of yours, praying your genuity comes across and that he can feel the pulse in your palm quickening from every word he utters. 

“That’s another thing. Like I said, with you…I don’t feel the need to be strong. I can be weak, and not feel bad about it. Hell, I can just be. I’m…really happy you came to visit me, I don’t permit very many people to see me like this. I can’t.”

“Gojo, you have the flu. It’s only natural.”

“I know, but I used to always hide when I was sick as a kid and the habit’s kind of stuck. I hated anyone knowing I was sick. Still do, if I’m being honest.”

“Well, you’re safe with me. You deserve protecting too.” You caress his cheek, and the skin there is so smooth. He silently absorbs the touch, eyes closed. Seeing his innate beauty up close is like staring into the light of the sun, and you lower your head in embarrassment, “That probably doesn’t mean much coming from someone like me, but-”

“No, it means a lot. And I believe you.” Tears brim at his eyes, and your heart breaks at the same time his voice does.

“Is that okay? Can I do that please?”

“Of course it’s okay.” Your hand cradles the back of his head, and he automatically brings his face to rest in the nape of your neck. His hand leaves the comforting envelope of your own, and you feel him settle his arms in the curves of your waist to bring you closer instead. It feels perfectly natural and right, like a star finding their place in the comforting darkness of the night sky. You know Gojo will have to continue shining, but now he can always find reprieve in your arms.

You rub soothing circles over his back, feeling him shudder at your attentive motions and embrace you more tightly. His fingertips dent the soft flesh beneath your clothes, and your heart puddles in the bottom of your chest at his unexpected clinginess.

“I’m here for you, don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere, I’m right here.” 

He draws back with his eyes squeezed shut, furrowing his brows until you start smoothing the skin between his eyebrows and across his cheeks. You keep one hand weaving through the hair on the back of his neck and hold his face in the other, easing Gojo so he can fully relax into your touch. 

“Hey, hey.” You soften your voice, stroking his hair with featherlight touches to accommodate his increasing vulnerability, “It’s okay, Gojo.”

Slowly, he opens his eyes and turns to kiss the inside of your palm.

“Only because it’s you.”

Any semblance of hesitation you had around your heart completely crumbles.

“You know I’m in love with you too, right?” You finally confess, the simple affirmation leaving you sincerely.

The brightest and most genuine smile you’ve ever seen from the sorcerer lights up his face, and he wraps you in a hug so blissfully that you feel your cheeks warm as they squish against his broad chest.

“God, being sick is the worst. I’d do anything Heaven asks of me to kiss you right now.”

“Better not, I don’t want to miss work.” You peer up at him with a determined look, but you melt at the sight of a pout jutting from his lips, “We can cuddle though if you’d like.”

He nods with a sniffle and you laugh as he pulls you down into the bed with him. You spend a good portion of time holding him and massaging his head to soothe his congestion and overall grogginess, and he gratefully sinks into your caring administrations. When he’s not snuggled into the crook of your neck, he reels back every so often to trace over every facet of your features. You can feel his eyes skirting along the skin, especially the curve of your lips.

“Don’t even think about it.” You warn.

“I won’t, I promise. I just really want to...” He whines, and it’s so endearing that you accept that Gojo will be ruining so much of your future resolve with just one look or plead.

You sit up, covering his mouth with your hand and then planting a chaste kiss where you estimate his lips to be laying underneath your palm.

“There? Happy?” A pointed look leaves you, and you raise a brow in askance.

His eyes briefly remain widened in shock, and then they soften significantly. Moonlight rippling over an azure sea. To your satisfaction, he nods. 

You give him a shy glance and move to lower your hand before yelping with surprise as Gojo grabs your waist and flips you onto your back. The lack of effort he expends to do so has you gasping, and you all but fall apart when you see how Gojo is staring down at you. His eyes are trained on your lips, and he has both hands pinned at the sides of your head. You’ve never seen him so focused, and you have to remind yourself not to give in nearly a thousand times before you see him dipping his head downwards.

He covers your lips, and then your forehead, each cheek, and your nose as he kisses the makeshift barrier of his fingers against your skin.

The brief yet longing pecks have you so stunned and breathless that you can hardly react outside of instinct, closing your eyes and shivering whenever he comes closer.

Then, he starts slowing down, and you feel blood rush up your body. His white lashes fan down as he repeatedly presses kiss after kiss onto his hand while your lips are mere centimeters below.

“We have to stop.” You catch his wrist in a trembling grip, though your protest is so unconvincingly soft it makes you embarrassed.

A gentle exhale parts his lips, and you can see his Adam’s Apple bob in his throat as his gaze remains transfixed on the enticing shape of your mouth.

“Okay, okay.” He quietly acquiesces, tucking his fingers up and behind your ear.

“Come here.” You laugh goodnaturedly at his eagerness and pat your chest, where he reluctantly settles on top of you again.

He lets out a defeated sigh, but obediently nuzzles into your warmth. After a moment, quiet fills the room, and you can feel yourself starting to drift off as you loosely scratch your hands across the muscular plane of Gojo's back.

Sleep tugs at the edges of your consciousness, and you guess that Gojo is also falling asleep when you vaguely hear the lightest whisper against your neck.

“I hope you let me love you forever.”

Before the world darkens completely, you manage to murmur a reply.

“As long as you let me love you back.”

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The next morning, you blearily open your eyes and then jolt awake at not recognizing where you are.

“Morning!”

You whip your head around, and your visage falls upon Gojo beaming at you with a coffee in hand and his arm bracing him against the doorframe.

“Good morning.” You do your best to mirror his expression, but you must not have come close based on how Gojo wheezes at your attempt.

“Someone’s still a little sleepy.” He strides over to you, stroking a hand down your hair and then bending to kiss the top of your head.

“Hey! No kissing! You’re still sick.” You swat him away, and he happily chuckles.

“Actually, I’m all better.” He holds out his hands, and even strikes a pose before taking a sip of his precariously full coffee.

“What? How?” You rub your eyes and yawn.

“It usually doesn’t take me long to recover. Shoko’s medication helped too, and your nursing, of course.”

“Huh. Alright, great. We should probably get going to work-”

As soon as you try to finish your sentence, coughs erupt from your throat and you can hardly get a word out.

When the fit is over, you and Gojo simultaneously meet each other’s eyes with surprise.

The corners of his mouth lift into a smirk, and he places a hand on your forehead as he regards you with a smug hum.

“Looks like it’s your turn to be taken care of.”

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End Notes:

just felt like writing something nice for Gojo :) <3

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[bludrogue]

A Random Headcanon About Jason Todd

I don't know why this one popped into my head, but this one specifically has been itching my mind. Even though this isn't canon, but it's a thought. Although, my timeline is a bit different for this one, so I'm not exactly going off comic book logic. And so, here's headcanon number #2

Headcanon #2: Hair

-- Aside from the white streak in his hair, Jason grew out his hair in the League of Assassins - but not by choice.

-- When Talia had found him and brought him to the base, she did cut his hair and assisted him with a basic bathing routine. (Afterall, in Jason's state due to a lack of cognitive function and the physical injuries he retained, taking one would not be so simple alone. Even if he had the distant thought of desiring privacy.)

-- However, after that, he never recieved a haircut again.

-- Even after Talia shoved him into the pit. Even after all the training. Even after learning to control the pit. For the entirety of the time he spent training, and killing, and learning, Talia never cut his hair again. Thus, forcing him to grow out his hair and eventually starting to reach his shoulders.

-- Jason had never had his hair this long in his lifetime. Not even when he lived in the rundown apartment that he lived with Catherine as a kid. If his hair got too long to his mom's liking, she'd sit him on their only good kitchen chair -- not the ones that were wobbly or threatening to collapse with a creak -- and sneak Willis' good shaver to keep his hair short. (Although, Willis always found out and Willis was never happy to find out his shit was used.)

-- When Catherine was succumbing to her addiction, Jason would trim the edges with kitchen scissors. Using candle light to assist him to see where he was cutting. His hair may have never been perfect, but at least it was short.

-- On the streets, he dragged those same kitchen scissors with him. Having long hair was dangerous and much easier for traffickers to nab you, gang members could take that for a weakness, and individuals who can't keep it in their pants might explore specific ideas.

-- And hair cuts became mandatory living with Bruce. He knew Bruce wanted a copy and paste of the clean-cut, child soldier look that he imprinted on boy wonder.

-- But his hair was always short, never long. And he hated how long his hair was getting.

-- Strands of hair would fall in front of his eyes and block his view when he was trying to shoot. Those he trained with could easily grab the ends and yank him down to the ground. His hair would get caught on an endless list of things.

-- Also, taking care of his hair was a fucking hassle. The knots, the washing routine, stupidly trying to style it, but never getting it right. Tying it up, leaving it down. Everything about it infuriated him.

-- But worst of all, it reminded him of Dick Grayson and his dumb mullet.

-- Often times, his mind would be infested with lingering questions, specifically pondering what advice Dick would give him if he was still 'around'. Would he offer specific conditioners? Would he have recommended he use a certain gel? (Considering Dick greased his hair back for the mullet look.) Would he have shown him a proper hair care routine?

-- Oh wait, Jason would remember. Dick didn't give a shit about him in the first place. Dick never liked his fucking replacement. Hell, he wasn't even at his fucking funeral and was probably celebrating his death. Then his brother bonding hope would die out in an instant, replaced by the induced fiery rage of the pit. (His bathroom mirror has taken the brunt and the shattered glass is enough proof.)

-- And it's not like Jason didn't want to cut his hair. He was tempted every day his hair tested his patience. He desperately wanted to take one of the prized swords and slice off the ends of his hair just to have it manageable.

-- But he couldn't.

-- He's positive Talia would punish him if she found out he had cut his hair.

-- And he would be dragged down memory lane every time he thought Talia would punish him. He would be reminded of the time when he was five and sobbing on their decent kitchen chair as Catherine shaved the sides of his head. He wasn't crying because he was getting a hair cut, but he knew Willis wouldn't be happy when he got home. He never was, and he thinks that's why Catherine hummed random tune while she did, to enjoy the peace before the storm.

-- But he vowed the day he got out of the League he was going to cut his hair.

-- And as soon as he was out, he did.

-- His first day free - well, as free as you can get from the League of Assassins - he bought a hair trimmer and told his long hair to get lost. And that tight knot in his chest from having hair so long finally released.

-- And he would keep cutting his hair short.

-- To remind himself during the mist of war between him and the bats, that he is not their child soldier.

-- To remind himself even when he released his aggression on to robin, he's not that boy anymore. That kid is buried six feet under the ground and never to resurface.

-- To remind himself, when the relationship between him and the bats are improving and there's more than just room for tolerance - although he'd never admit he actually fucking cares about them - he still cuts his hair to shed off the monstorous version of himself and disconnect himself from the pit.

-- Until one day, years into the future, he's lounging in his living room with Dick in an apartment he can finally call home when Dick points out, "Hey, your hair's getting long," with a grin.

-- And Jason picks up on one of the strands, staring at the slight curl. This time, there's no fueled disgust or fiery indignation towards the hair in front of him. Instead, there's serenity and this is just his hair. Another piece of him he'll learn to appreciate.

-- With a soft hum he says, "Yeah, it is."

-- And that's okay.

(And Dick totally gives him advice and an entire hair care routine to follow.)

I hope you guys enjoyed this one! I had fun writing this, but I'll definitely write more head canons and link them. Let me know if you want me to write out any head canons. :D

Here's the link to my other headcanons:

Headcanon #1

Head canon #3

#dc comics #dc universe #talia al ghul #league of assassins #jason todd #red hood #dick grayson #batfam #batfam headcanons #jason todd headcanon #nightwing #batfamily

[darling-answers]

All I can think of is Blackwatch being the mafia and each blackwatch member owns a different type of control system.

Moira obviously owns the research and control center, her big mansion is filled with all kinds of knowledge over different groups, she single handedly exposed most politics for there selfish decision. Gaining control over controversy situations cause she able to outsmart all people. everyone can’t even try to beat the mafia when Ms O’Deorain fights legal cases and walks into the jury room planting false evidence and accusations as the judge sides with O’Deorain. She is the mafia financer and watched carefully and calculated over her and the mafia money.

“ this is a interesting hypothesis but nonetheless you have a flawed statement.”

Cole Cassidy is head of security, hiring people to do the petty work, protecting important figures in the mafia and making sure that the body guards that protecting the other members are doing there job correctly, he mostly the one sent on missions cause of being head of security. Everything had to be stabled as he makes sure to review every person who walks through the door. He hunts down and assigns guards a position for what mood he feels like it.

“ What the hell did you do? This wasn’t our plan, it was quick in and out, what you doing ruin everything.”

Genji newest and had just begun his position in the high rank mafia. As the newest member of the four they put him on assignment duty, he is the one that will be signing papers to have Cassidy assassinate them, while it not the funniest job, Genji makes sure that the contracts are filled in and no one is scamming the blackwatch mafia off with any payments. You can be expected that he is getting babysit by Moira.

“ Don’t you dare even think about trying to escape your payment, you are a hundred thousand dollars of debt. Don’t pay it next Friday and you won’t be the only one being punished. Foolish man.”

Gabriel Reyes Watches over all the accountability that comes with being a leader, he make the shots and calls for Genji, Moira and Cassidy and make sure none of them fuck up on there task. Rarely is he able to enjoy his time because he is always at meetings and finding stronger strategy’s to be able to counter rival mafias. If he even has a little time to relax, relax is going to there private gym and working himself to the break of exhaustion. Gabriel and Moira work more closely together since she the finance and she helps make hideouts all over the world for both the mafia and for just luxury purposes. 

It best if you don’t try to make a deal with the mafia blackwatch, they are literally the devil in disguise and will make sure that once you leave the deal, we’ll let just say that have never happen cause they will pull you back into there lies and manipulation.

Don’t even get me started on your job, there poor slut of an assistant. Only there to be there fuck toy and help them relax. But who am I kidding that your job you chose this. Oh you want to leave? Let just say your family won’t have a good time if you even think of breathing towards the direction of freedom

“ Ms Moira, I need you to grant me a request, we need a new base and we need tow trucks to move all the illegal activities. There is to many dangerous mafia trying to nab at our resources.

#overwatch #overwatch x reader #overwatch ideas #Moira #blackwatch #Genji #Cole Cassidy #Gabriel Reyes

[tmuse-ac]

How do rose swap! Y/N and Moon meet? How did Y/N meet sun and Eclipse?

What does Y/N think of the Celestial trio?

OH! What a great question and I was in the middle of drawing something that relates to this question when I got this ask, so it's your lucky day! And lucky for me too: STORY TIME and INFO DUMP!

get your tea ready mates, LONG POST!

Out of the three, you meet Moon first when they get hired as a security guard to help Vanessa take care of the place. She immediately signs up Moon to patrol the daycare section, including the main entrance (even though that's technically not part of the daycare), the Daycare Theater, and under it. Vanessa very much finds you annoying because you would follow and talk to her any chance you got since you get bored of cleaning. Moon's take away from his meeting with you is that you remind him of his friends: excitable but sweet. Vanessa doesn't mind if they keep you company as long as Moon's makes sure that you don't bother her. Moon likes talking to you :)

Then time flies a tad and you're finally able to meet Sun! He is able to get a job as your assistant as you and Fazbear Entertainment have been getting many complaints about your uncleanliness as well as your creepy appearance and nature, staring into the abyss while thinking about your new favorite human.

You remember being told a lot of Moon's roommate. Mostly rants about how they never sleep properly because they've been trying to get college work done in and then staying up the rest of the night to clean every spot in their apartment. Moon told you that he hopes by Sun getting this job that they can work on getting a proper schedule.

You were very excited to him so when he arrives on his first day, bright and early at 6 am with Vanessa and Moon guiding him in, you are very quick to give a pleasant hello! Unbeknownst to you, Moon also talked to Sun and Eclipse about you too! Sun was very surprised to find that you are much taller than he thought, and he doesn't know what to think about how that makes him feel. He finds many things you both have in common... and some things that you don't. All around he finds you as a pleasant rock to talk to and be friends with much to your happiness for a new friend and another favorite human!

You're hugger, by the way. You have to make sure Vanessa doesn't catch you since you're technically not allowed to touch staff at all. You were so excited however that you completely forgot Vanessa was one of the people who escorted Sun to meet you and nabbed them up right away. Sun was very surprised but didn't mind too much.

Now onto Eclipse! You meet him much later than the other two as well as during a time when he didn't work for Fazbears. Even though you looked pristine, on the inside you were very messy and ragged. You tried the best you could, but often would forget. Sun and Moon noticed pretty quickly and when trying to bring you to Parts and Service to get fixed, you were quick to decline, run, or hide. They decided to see if you would be up to trust their friend Eclipse, who is a great mechanic and is very close in getting their degree in robotics. You were hesitant but agreed. You were glad you did, because you made another great friend, and they became another one of your favorite humans!

Eclipse definitely finds you interesting because of your AI and all about "human-ness" that Fazbears has been able to create. From a friend standpoint, however, they adore you and took to you much faster than the other two. He also absolutely loves that he can finally look up at someone when talking to them.

Here's something from some point in the nearer future when Fazbears grabs Eclipse up before their rival in the west could.

I hope you enjoyed this info dump because again, I love giving them :)

#roleswap!au #petrixmuse art #petrixmuse answers #sun fnaf #moon fnaf #eclipse fnaf #ruin eclipse #the daycare attendant #sun x reader #moon x reader #eclipse x reader #dca au #fnaf sb au #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #fnaf ruin

[romanreignseater]

Press Play Pt. 1

Roman Reigns x Black Female! OC! (Xena)

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut, sex tape, leaking of relations, angst, breaking up with Roman, and a cliffhanger 🙂.

“Being the girlfriend to a famous divorced father of 5 wasn’t your plan at 26 years old. You trusted him with your life, so you agreed to film a little something, but now you regret ever meeting him when your whole life is exposed.”

A/N: The first part to my three part series, the next two parts will be out on the next two Sundays!! I’M SO EXCITED, I’m showing substance 😆!!

GIF: @jeysuso

“Turn on the camera baby.”

“Arch your back.” Roman gave a swat to Xena’s ass as she failed to arch her back.

“I can’t, it’s too much…” She begged for him to show mercy, but he still wasn’t satisfied.

As Roman’s iPhone recorded the whole thing.

Wanting to spice up the relationship, Roman asked if it’ll be okay to film some personal tapes. In order to suffice the physical intimacy when they were away from one another.

Little did she know…

“I’m not gonna say it again, arch that FUCKIN BACK NOW!!” Following his orders and wanting to cum again so badly after being denied, Xena let her back arch and stretched her arms forward.

“That’s it baby, now look at the camera while I fuck the shit out of you.” Xena’s eyes glossy as she stared up at the 6.7” screen showcasing the vision of her Samoan beast, body clad in sweat dripping from his head to his toes.

He slowly stretched her cunt out with deep strokes, taking the breath out of her as she looked at his eyes through the screen. Xena fell underneath his spell once again, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her g-spot being hit instantly.

Once his assistant, now his girlfriend of 3 years. After a messy divorce with his wife, Xena soon came into his life and the rumors began.

“New Assistant?! More Like Old Affair.”

“Young Woman Nabs An Almost 40 Year Old Professional Wrestler, Roman Reigns.”

“Roman Reigns’ New Slut Gold Digging Girlfriend.”

They were harsh, but Xena was tough.

It had been almost 7 years since she watched WWE, and she remembered Roman during his Shield days and the roaring boos of the Big Dog. But, he did a complete 360. Bigger build, bigger personality, and a different outlook of his career in general.

Xena had no intention of even starting a relationship with him, but everything fell into place.

“Right there, please.”

“Please what mama?! Tell the camera what you want.”

“I want your cum to fill me to the brim.”

“Ya wanna have my baby you little slut?!”

“Yes daddy please.”

His pace quicken, his dick gliding in and out of her pussy smoothly. Xena’s ass galloping against his toned thighs. Roman’s thumb lodged into her winking hole, beating her cunt into a pulp. Her head bowed down into the sheets, writhing at the immense pleasure. Soon to be lifted up, staring directly at the camera.

“Take this dick and say ‘I’m a little slut.’ Go ahead. Straight into the camera.” Saliva decorating the entirety of Xena’s chin as she babbled. “What was that baby they can’t hear you?!”

“I’m SUCH A LITTLE SLUT!!”

“Good girl.”

“FUCKKKKK!! I’m gonna cum, keep fucking me please!!”

Roman’s thrusts hit harder and harder and harder, so hard the Xena was almost sent flying into the camera. Her pussy began to convulse as it was obliterated by a giant Samoan cock.

Xena’s arch reversed as she reached her high. “Fuckkkk..” A guttural grunt came from the mouth of the Samoan as he spilled his seed inside of pulsing cunt. He pulled out as Xena laid slump on the bed.

“That’s a wrap folks.” Roman ended the video. Roman’s choice of recording was clips on Instagram. How smart… As he went to turn off his phone and get a rag for Xena, his finger slipped and he pressed “Add to Story.”

He grabbed a rag and cleaned her up. Putting his phone in charge, it was now set to self destruct.

The Next Morning.

Xena woke up to the sound of her buzzing and vibrating phone. She sees 20 missed calls from her best friend. High on alert she called back. “Taylor what happened? Is everything okay?!”

“Your sex tape is ALL OVER THE INTERNET!!”

Chuckling, “What are you talking about Taylor?! Tell me you’re joking…”

“I’m serious and it’s trending number one on Twitter.”

Checking social media, her getting the shit fuck out of her was sprawled number one all over the internet.

All the breath was sucked out of her as she felt the urge to cry, but then a surge of pure anger came over her.

She turned to a peacefully sleeping Roman and repeatedly slapped him across the chest. Jumping up from his sleep, using his arms to bar the attacks. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“I HATE YOU, WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!”

“What are you talking about?!”

In a broken voice, “You released our tape last night?!”

“WHAT?!?!”

“IT’S ALL OVER… EVERYWHERE!!”

“I never released our tape.” Checking his phone, Roman realized what happened. He accidentally released their tape on his Instagram story. Even though it was 1 minute, that 1 minute went a long way through the internet.

“Baby it was an accident.”

“I can’t believe you did this to me, after everything the media already says about me?! You’d betray me like this…”

“Baby please my finger accidentally slipped last night when I was closing my phone. I promise on everything, it was a mistake.”

“You’re right. This whole thing was a mistake.”

Grabbing her belongings from the closet, she threw on her crocs and shorts, and stormed downstairs. “Baby stop.” Roman putting on his sweats while running down the stairs.

She placed her items in her car and slammed the door before Roman could reach her. He banged on the window begging for her forgiveness. Rolling down the window slightly, “We’re done.”

And with that she backed out of his driveway, with his mind spinning about when he would see her again.

He collapsed to the ground and cried.

“I’m sorry.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Will Xena hear him out or shut him out completely?! How will this breakup affect Roman’s career?!

Find out next week on “Press Play.” 😜.

THE END!!

That was a little rollercoaster, but I hoped you all enjoyed and I released this way too late, I’m so sorry ☹️.

MY TAG SQUAD: @cyberdejos2 @thesamoanqueen @cococodysleevelesshoodie @nayys-world @mzv11 @babybatlover @vogueyonce @harmshake @harlem11680 @seeingstarks @thewarlordsworld

#roman reigns #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns fanfic #roman reigns smut #roman reigns x oc

[nabwastaken]

Nab's Nightmare Time 4 lineup!

Helloooo everyoneeee! A while ago on the Halloween livestream, Nick revealed the episode listing for Nightmare Time 3! And he said that eeeevvvvveeeerryyyyonneeeee must go give NMT2 a watch if we could even dream about getting these amazing episodes! So that got me thinking... what if I write my own NMT concepts for if season 3 does well and we might get a season 4? And here's what I got based off of all sorts of other posts and inspiration I got from none other then you guys!

P.E.I.P.S (an extra long stand alone for the pilot, around the same length as Honey Queen)

Being two of PEIP’S top undercover field agents is hard work for Dan Reynolds and Donna Daggit. Especially when you live in none other then Hatchetfield, Michigan. The two under cover news anchors were both sent to investigate all the strange happenings in the small town, and when they suddenly discover something off about a certain pocket squirrel they were reporting on and it's owner.. well, it's time for the two of them to step back into action, to save the entire town and possibly even the world.

(Note: I may or may not be writing a fanfic about this one)

2. Fuck Clivesdale! and Spankoffskis Through Time (2 separate segmented episodes)

GO NIGHTHAWKS! Everyone in Hatchetfield hates Clivesdale to the very core, especially none other then Paul Matthews, average office worker at CCRP's Hatchetfield branch. But when him and his coworkers (all except Ted, that lucky bastard) are sent to none other then Hatchetfield's rival town on a business, Paul's coworkers start getting more and more... indoctrinated into Clivesdale's odd ideology, and now he has to figure out why... and not go insane in the process.

Peter Spankoffski is a nerd. And Theodore 'Ted' Spankoffski is a horny bastard. Pete never thought highly of his brother, but when he, due to a slip of speech, suddenly discovers a time machine in his locker, he's thrown back to none other then Hatchetfield, 2002.. also known as his dear brother's senior year at Hatchetfield High School. And now, Pete and his nerdy older brother must figure out how to get the younger Spankoffski home.. or else he's trapped in 2002.

3. Spectre Sweetly and Problem Cops (2 separate segmented episodes)

Charlotte Sweetly hasn't admitted it yet, but her husband is a real scumbag. Sam never comes home, never does any chores when he is, and doesn't even bother to cuddle her! But when Charlotte discovers Sam's infidelity (and is still recovering from a rather traumatic business trip).. Well, she can't control herself anymore. After burying the body in the Witchwood, Charlotte starts having a lot more.. assistance from a mysterious force.. but it can't be who she thinks she is? Right?

Officer William Bailey and Detective Bryce Shapiro have a problem on their hands... Hatchetfield's been real messed up lately! Way more then usual! With the recent disappearances of Peter Spankoffski, Peanuts the Hatchetfield Pocket Squirrel, his Proud Papa Ed, Paul Matthews and now their police sargent Sweetly, Hatchetfield's best really had their work cut out for them! But when they're approached by couple of certain news anchors, maybe their questions will be solved after all...

And our finale...

4. Idk what to name this one you guys (full length finale)

After almost dying at the paws of a squirrel, Dan and Donna need to work fast. Hatchetfield is in big, big, trouble. Bigger then it has been before. With Bailey and Shapiro gone, the two of them are now on their own. But when Peanuts's plans also happen to be discovered by a certain school counseler.. huh, maybe they can stop him after all. So together with Ms. Holloway, the news duo now face down Hatchetfield's greatest horrors until they reach the strongest one: Peanuts the Hatchetfield Pocket Squirrel.

As you can see, the episodes are pretty intertwined! Similarly to NMT2, all of my hypothetical NMT4 will take place in the same universe. The chronological order is the release order, and I tried to be semi-canon compliant and gave this season less of a focus on the LiB and more on Hatchetfield's greater mysteries (Don't worry. They're still there... lurking).

So! What do you guys think? Let me know!

#starkid #team starkid #hatchetverse #hatchetfield universe #the guy who didn't like musicals #nerdy prudes must die #nightmare time 2 #nightmare time 3 #Nightmare time 4 #Concepts for future nmts #Nick and Matt feel free to steal these #dan reynolds #donna daggit #peanuts the hatchetfield pocket squirrel #Spankoffski bros #Peter Spankoffski #Ted Spankoffski #paul mathews #charlotte sweetly #sam sweetly #ms holloway

[yanderelmk]

Can u do a yandere syntax x gender neutral readeeerrr? headcanons (and a lil oneshot maybe)

-🕶️ anon with cool glasses

Right off the bat, this man most likely would've relished the idea of turning you into a spider demon and basically taking you under his wing, even if you know not a thing about tech stuff

He will spend hours trying to throw tech-rizz at you, tech-related pick-up lines (You turn my software into hardware)

Highlights of lines he'd practice in a mirror for you: "Are you made of beryllium, gold, and titanium? 'Cause you're BeAuTiful!" "Hi. My name is Windows. Can I crash at your place?" "Are you Google Glass? 'Cause you augment my reality." "I always thought love was an abstract class until you made an instance of it." "Are you a computer keyboard? Because you're my type."

I just spent the past 15 minutes gathering those and wheezing because I just KNOW Syntax thinks he's like hottest thing on this side of Megapolis when he says these, he will lean up against the wall with a sly smile completely convinced he's swept you off your feet

Be careful though this guy could hack into any of your devices to check to see who you've been messaging, what your incognito tab history looks like, and how long you've stared at a person's profile and he will get thoroughly jealous, trying to figure out why you didn't respond to his message immediately

He texts either in the most abstract abbreviated way or like he's some mediaeval lord composing a sonnet to his intended while he's trying to ask you out (if he even goes that route instead of just nabbing you)

He is not a barbarian, he'll give you three days to make your choice to pick him. In his mind that's all the time you need. By his calculations you should have fallen for him by the third day, and if not...well, the queens venom makes her subjects loyal to her, there must be a way for him to tinker with it to add in a dash of loyalty to him

Actually- imagine you get a message on your computer and it's him saying he took the liberty of properly clearing out your device of any trackers, set up proper anti-virus, etc. Creepy, but hey at least your computer's protected

Speaking of protected he'd likely be the type of person to insist that he knows who you ought to hang around, "You deserve much better than...those of a lower IQ."

Obviously he thinks he's the highest caliber for you to be around, and will firmly drag you away from a social situation where he thinks you need his assistance (whether you asked for it or not)

Cannot express why, Syntax gives the vibes of someone who is...perhaps not 'snobbish' or 'uppity', I think the best word is 'persnickety'. Quite the fussypants when it comes to his own standards and how you deserve the same treatment. After all, you are his darling

#lmk #lmk syntax #lmk yandere #yandere lmk #lmk syntax x reader #lmk syntax x reader headcaons #lmk yandere syntax #lmk yandere syntax x reader #lmk yandere syntax x reader headcanons #lmk yandere x reader

[vulture-writes-stuff]

Alright so this request was done for the lovely @thepokemaniac, I would have responded directly to the ask but it was so long it was breaking my Tumblr lmao

Hassel X Male Reader

____ is the sweet-and-shy chemistry teacher at the Academy. It was easy to assume he'd never battled in his life, but he's quite the dragon tamer... And Hassel's family troubles provoke him like nothing else.

Reader is not the SV protagonist. He is a teacher at the academy who specializes in dragon types. His full team is explicitly mentioned - He has a Haxorus, a Druddigon, a Tyrantrum, a Turtonator, a Duraludon and a final surprise Pokemon ;). Reader is mentioned to be younger than Hassel at one point, but their age difference is nothing too wild. Think 5-6 years.

Contains: Mentions of homophobia, reader was disowned by family, descriptions of heavy scarring and mentions of past severe injury, a lot of family drama, like a lot, mentions of arranged marriage

Oh, the bell. The saving grace of students, and the worst enemy of teachers.

It was another normal day at the Academy - recently two new teachers had been instated, which certainly livened up the place. Nurse Miriam was finally a health teacher, much to her joy, and made a welcome addition to the humanities branch. The second addition was the new chemistry teacher, Mr. ____. He was part of the STEM track, though also did tutoring after school for anyone who wanted it.

Mr. ____ was a very cheerful man. He was patient with his students and doted on his Pokemon, even if they were massive and terrifying dragon types. He was from Hoenn, and loved to share trivia about the places he'd visited before settling down in Paldea.

And that was all anybody knew about him.

Nobody was lucky enough to unearth his mysterious past, nor was anybody fortunate enough to hear the story of how he'd lost his left eye. And ____ was quite content with that fact.

Today his class had been conducted out in the yard - the latest experiment he and his students worked on was quite... messy. He didn't want to destroy his classroom. Medusa, ____'s looming Haxorus, was his loyal lab assistant. She had a special labcoat on and everything.

"Alright, guys, the bell means class is up! Make sure to give your goggles to Medusa before you head out!" ____ began to sort his things, cleaning up a bit. Medusa plodded around the various tables that had been set up, carrying a box for the safety goggles to be dropped in.

Students milled about for a bit, mostly cleaning up their belongings before heading out - either to go to their next classes or back to their dorms. ____ was good at making sure everything got cleaned up once he was done, which was the main reason Clavell allowed him to do messier experiments.

"Mr. ____?" ____ looked up when one of his students spoke. Florian was a very soft-spoken lad who always paired up with his classmate Penny during labs - they were excellent students, even if they weren't very talkative. The look in his eyes made ____ pause a moment. He looked nervous. Was he about to ask about...?

"What can I do for you, Florian?" ____ cocked his head to the side.

"I just wanted to ask..." Oh boy, here it comes. ____ had to deflect another question about himself... He always felt so awful doing it. He didn't want to burden his students with his past. "...How did you meet Medusa? The Axew line isn't native to Hoenn, so I was really curious."

"Oh!" ____ wasn't expecting that. "Haha, it's a funny story, really... I met her as she is now, a big ol' Haxorus. She was stomping around in the Pokemon Sanctuary in Unova, causing a bit of a ruckus, so I went in with Hyacinthus to try and nab her. She was a toughie, certainly gave me a run for my money! But now she's my big baby. Aren't you?"

____ gave his Haxorus loving scratches under her tusks, careful to avoid the sharp edges. Medusa purred, lifting her head to give him more room for pets. Florian chuckled - it was quite funny to see such a menacing Pokemon melt into her trainer's hands.

"Cool. That was all I wanted to ask... Thanks!" Florian waved gleefully.

"No problem - I'll see you next class!" ____ waved him off, and was eventually left alone with his Pokemon. He didn't have any more classes today, so he might as well go see his favorite person at the Academy...

After he folded up all the tables, anyways.

Humming a soft melody, ____ plucked a love ball out of his bag, tossing it up into the air casually. In a lovely burst of light and heart-shaped confetti, his Druddigon emerged. His Rocky Helmet bounced a bit as he shook his head, stretching out his wings.

"Would you mind helping with the tables, Hyacinthus?" ____ asked, gently fixing Medusa's Muscle Band after he helped her get her coat off. Hyacinthus nodded, snorting noisily as he got to work. With a pair of hands and two pairs of claws, cleaning was a hell of a lot easier.

All was said and done in a few minutes, and both of the dragons were given a poffin and plenty of affection as thanks. ____ returned them to their balls, finally setting off to go visit the Art Classroom.

____ had met Hassel when he was at his lowest point. The chemistry teacher had no family to turn to, and was mournfully alone in life... Even his dragons couldn't dig him out of his slump. It was funny what love could do to you.

Hassel was the only man who knew why ____ had left Hoenn, and he'd sworn to keep it a secret. He was the only man who knew the origin of his lost eye, and he'd never told the tale to anyone. It was no wonder ____ was so deeply enamored with him.

He could remember it so clearly. Mother and Father telling him all about the pretty girl from some rich family, about how they'd arranged him to marry her for ther betterment of their family... And how they'd reacted to him explaining that he had no romantic interest in women. Their perfect heir was gay, and they simply couldn't understand it. So they cast him aside like rubbish.

____ had wandered so far looking for love. And he'd finally found it. In the form of a very eccentric Dragon Tamer who loved art as much as he loved Pokemon.

As ____ approached the door, he could hear Hassel jovially talking to somebody - most likely a student who'd stayed behind. He opened the door, and proved his hypothesis correct. Hassel was looking over a young woman's sketchbook, showing her how she could improve her work.

____ made himself comfortable sitting on one of the desks, admiring the new paintings on the walls.

"Overall, this is very good progress, Mela - you've improved significantly since we last spoke! Remember, there is no correct way to create art. You have great potential, never squander it." Hassel gave her a firm pat on the shoulder. Mela evidently wasn't very chatty, or didn't want to hang out much longer, because she only nodded before closing her sketchbook and hustling out. Hassel stretched out the crick in his back, wincing ever-so-slightly.

"Back still bugging you?" ____ pried sympathetically, hopping off the desk. "Do you want a massage when we get home later?"

"No, though your offer is tantalizing." Hassel chortled. "Be glad you're not old yet."

"You say that like I'm much younger than you!" The chemistry teacher laughed, tossing his arms around Hassel and pulling him into a loving hug. The other happily returned the affection, practically sinking into his partner's arms. They stood in a comforting silence, simply enjoying eachother's company.

They spent a lot of time like this. Staying in the moment for as long as they could - their careers meant they were often preoccupied, so any free time was a blessing.

"What d'you for dinner tonight?" ____ asked after a moment, playing with a tuft of Hassel's hair. Hassel had little time to answer, though, when there was a knock upon the door.

"Come in!" Hassel called, and ____ took a begrudging step back. The two were open about their relationship, yes, but it would be rather unprofessional to be all over eachother in front of students. If the person at the door even was a student.

The woman who stepped in definitely wasn't a student - she was wearing a peculiar blue-and-red outfit that reminded ____ greatly of home. Hassel's expression darkened the moment she entered, and a palpable tension filled the air. Nobody spoke for a lingering moment.

"I have told you a thousand times not to bother me at the academy." Hassel grumbled. "So why are you here?"

"I've come to request your return home, Hassel. It is your duty." The woman said, hands folded neatly behind her back. It was then that ____ noticed she has the same eyes as Hassel - she must be a relative of his.

"If we must talk about this, we will talk elsewhere." Hassel's glare softened as he turned to ____, gently taking his hands. "I'll see you at home later, alright?"

"Of course. Don't be out too late." ____ gave Hassel's hand a gentle squeeze before they parted, and quietly watched him leave the room with the mysterious woman. He couldn't help but feel disappointed. Hassel clearly hadn't wanted to speak with her, but he'd chosen to do so anyways... Family drama was unbearable.

When he got home later on, ____ hung his black labcoat on its hook by the door. He stepped out into the backyard, plucked five love balls out of his bag, and let his Pokemon out. Medusa and Hyacinthus snoozed away quietly the moment he'd let them out, worn out from a hard day's work. Charon the Tyrantrum began to stomp in circles around Argus the Duraludon, obviously urging him to play... But Argus was less than thrilled. Nemesis, his Turtonator, obviously noticed how crestfallen he seemed, because she trundled up to him and gave him a pat on the arm. Her shell bell jingled a pleasant tune as she moved, and ____ returned her affection with a loving pat on the head.

"Thanks, Nemesis. I'll be okay." ____ huffed shortly, sitting down in the grass as he thought about what he'd make for dinner tonight. He was overdue for grocery shopping, it might be easier to order out... He had time to think about it. ____'s hand found its way back into his bag, thumbing gently over the final ball - he could feel the soothing pulse of affection from the Pokemon inside, and heard the faint whisper of its roar in his mind. Boreas much preferred to stay inside their ball, finding the solitude more comforting than the clamor of the outside world.

____ was sure he would've agreed, if he could get inside a PokeBall. A chilly breeze seemed to sink deep into his skin, awakening old aches and pains that still effected him. He ran his hand up his left arm, feeling over old knotted scars and vicious gashes that hadn't quite healed right... The life of a dragon master wasn't an easy one. Especially not when their family was like ____'s. He'd found no joy in finding out his parents had died years ago, mourning the people he wished they could've been for him. If only they could've been proud of him for who he was, instead of despising him for who he wasn't.

He went back inside before long, grabbing himself a cozy jacket to wear before fishing their phone out of their pocket. ____ felt so inexplicably drained today. Perhaps it was just thinking about family that had driven him so mad. Whatever it was, he was still hungry, so he ordered seafood online (making sure to get Hassel's favorite as well) and began his usual evening routine.

The house was oddly quiet without Hassel there, and ____ didn't like it. Whoever that woman was... He'd give her a piece of his mind the next time they met.

Unfortunately, ____ never did get the chance to give her a piece of his mind. She kept coming back to poke and prod at Hassel, but never when he was around - ____ could tell days she's visited just by looking at Hassel. He always looked exhausted, frustrated. He would never talk about it, though ____ knew what was wrong without him having to say it.

____'s patience wore thin.

A few months went by before he'd finally had enough of it, and went out of his way to meet her again himself. It was out in the schoolyard that he spied her walking up to Hassel again.

____ briskly jogged up to her, grabbing her shoulder to get her attention.

"Leave him alone! His choices aren't yours to influence." He growled, the corner of his eye twitching ever so slightly. The woman gave him a haughty glare, pulling away from him.

"And who are you to make such a claim?" She pried. ____ realized at that moment the schoolyard had gone quiet - students and faculty alike had turned to face them, likely because of his shouting. And yet, he felt no need to back down. Jeopardizing his job was definitely worth giving this woman a piece of his mind.

"I am Hoenn's last dragon master, ____ of the Sky Clan. I challenge you to a battle - if I win, you leave Paldea and you DO NOT COME BACK." ____ spoke with a ferocity that hadn't been awakened in years, yanking his coat off. A wave of urgent whispers spread across the gathering crowd, some discussing his proclaimed origin. Others talked about just how scarred he was. He no longer cared. He just wanted to live in peace.

"Fine." The woman scoffed, plucking an ultra ball off her belt. "Have it your way. We battle in Mesagoza Plaza."

Excited students followed the two dragon tamers off of campus, as did several members of the faculty - Hassel felt numb from shock. Dragon master? ____? He'd never seen that fire in his eyes, never heard that vicious snarl in his voice. It was shocking.

The battlefield in Mesagoza's plaza was surrounded by the time the two duelling trainers arrived, each stepping to one end of the field. The woman sent out her first Pokemon, a Kommo-o with a mean look in it's eyes.

People fell silent as ____ took a single ball out of his bag - a master ball. Even from a distance, it was easy to see the purple shell. ____ could feel Boreas humming within, eager to deliver justice to those who had wronged the ones he loved.

____ pressed the ball against his chest, and closed his eyes. He felt the wind pick up around him, felt the air cool as the sun was blotted out by clouds... When he finally threw the ball, it didn't open immediately. It lay on the ground, shaking noisily, beams of light breaking through the widening crack as it was pried open-

"QUAAAA-ZAAAAAAAA!" The shrieking cry of Boreas rippled through the plaza as they burst forth from their PokeBall. Glistening black scales, embroidered with broad stripes of crimson, golden eyes that glowed brightly. A brilliantly shiny Rayquaza, side by side with the last Dragon Master.

____ had never felt so alive. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, a crooked grin tugging at his features when he saw the shock on the woman's face. He was aware of people in the crowd filming, and yet he didn't care.

"DRAGON ASCENT, BOREAS!" He roared over the howling wind, and Boreas was cloaked in a bright light - they mega evolved as they soared up into the sky, golden tendrils shimmering with energy that most would never witness. They came back down, striking the opposing Kommo-o with enough force to create a shockwave across the plaza.

It was no surprise that it has fainted, nor that Boreas swept through the woman's team with little trouble. As the woman returned her final Pokemon, she left, clearly frazzled. ____ could feel the exhaustion weighing over him... He'd not battled in some time. Boreas floated gently down to meet his eye level, returning to their normal form faster than he could blink.

"You fought well today, my friend." ____ smiled crookedly, reaching out to run a hand along Boreas' neck. The Sky High Pokemon closed their eyes, pressing their forehead affectionately against ____'s, before disappearing back into their ball.

The crowd erupted in excited chatter, students clamoring over eachother to try and talk to ____.... But the teacher made his way over to Hassel, who looked like he was about to cry.

"You- did this for me?" He asked, disbelieving - revealing they owned a legendary Pokemon was sure to get a lot of unwanted attention.

"I would do anything for you, Hassel. Especially if it involves getting rid of annoying family members." ____ slung his arms around Hassel, squeezing him tight. "Now let's get out of here before we both start bawling."

The two dragon tamers slipped away from the bustling crowd, and knew peace for once in their lives.

End is kind of crappy but I am really really sick rn

#x reader #fanfic #writers on tumblr #pokemon x reader #x male reader #writing requests #pokemon x male reader #hassel x reader #elite 4 hassel #hassel x male reader #x m!reader #male reader #male x male reader

[peachdoodledump]

taps mic

Octonauts Royal AU (i have no idea how monarchy works cause our country is a democratic one so i'm relying heavily on royalty portrayed in media and research)

Captain Barnacles is the King so he's technically renamed as King Barnacles with his sister, Princess Bianca and her children, Princess Ursa and Prince Orson

Dashi is Barnacles' Royal Advisor and one that he usually asks for any updates in their kingdom and the first to face guests when they visit. She's often called 'Lady Dashi'

Peso is the head of the medical household and is the king's good friend. A lot of his siblings like to visit the castle. He has the title of "Doctor" but he would rather be called by his actual name.

Professor Inkling is the royal diplomat and is in charge of foreseeing the education system in their kingdom

Shellington is the assistant diplomant, often inside the library with Professor Inkling. Students and scholars often call him "Dr. Shellington."

Kwazii is the general of the royal guard and does not disclose any information about his past. He has the title of "General." The king was kind enough to trust him after he bravely saved creatures during a tsunami. He used his grandfather's boat to save critters who were washed away.

A lot of pirates are considered enemies by the villagers in the kingdom but when Kwazii came around, their viewpoint changed. Of course, there are still pirates who don't abide to the law but Kwazii wants to change that.

Tweak is the court engineer and leads the royal association of innovators. She lives outside the palace with her father, Sir Marsh. Most of the villagers call her "Ms. Tweak."

Tunip and his siblings are the chamberlains and chefs in charge of managing the household

Extra info:

Other kingdoms exist outside theirs and the members of the palace are actually considered the Royal rescue team (aka Octonauts). The name Octonauts was suggested by Professor Inkling as a metaphor that like an octopus' tentacles, their help reaches out to many places

They don't have good technology yet so their communication relied through dove and parrot messengers

A bit of plot that's related with above and beyond (and kinda like the main story that made me come up with this au)

Reports of the lake waters decreasing because of some fellow taking barrels filled with water at night. When Barnacles gets this report, Kwazii volunteers to spy in the woods to capture the thief in which Barnacles agrees and reminds him to not hesitate to call for help when he needs it. The dove messengers will be on the lookout on the trees as well.

At night Kwazii stands guard, and hides behind the bushes and when he finally spots a silhouette sneaking between the trees to the lake, Kwazii jumps with his sword out, making the cloaked figure run away.

But since Kwazii is a cat and cats have good night vision, he chases the cloaked figure through the woods and sees how the other perfectly jumps branch to branch (even somersaults to the grass) and mutters "Yeow, they've got some acrobatic skills."

He almost loses the figure until they stop when they spot a baby squirrel falling down from a tall branch. Kwazii is about to catch it when the mystery person nabs it first and brings it back up.

Not only did Kwazii realize that this person had acrobatic skills, but they also had compassion. Anyways, there was no time to think about that when they've got more pressing issues.

So, the cloaked figure continues to run but since Kwazii has his cat-like speed, he sprints and tackles the cloaked figure to the ground. He places a foot onto the other's chest and points his broadsword to stop the person from escaping.

"You're not going anywhere, you scurvy thief." Then as he tries to make up what the face looks like, the clouds reveal the moon and lightens the whole forest. That's when Kwazii realizes that the perpetrator is a macaque. They don't have a lot of macaques in the village. Maybe not even one. So, this macaque is probably an outsider.

"I didn't steal anything! The name's Paani and—"

"You keep taking the water from the lake inside our kingdom. Sounds a lot like stealing to me." Then, Kwazii points the broadsword closer.

"That sword... are you perhaps a pirate?"

"Now, how'd you know that?"

"Because—" then Paani quick as lighting, he snatches the sword using his prehensile tail and Kwazii lets out a quick 'huh?' Before his leg is grabbed by Paani's free paws and pins him against the ground. "—usually they'd hold their swords on their right paw," Paani innocently stated, throwing the sword from his tail up to his right paw with a glint under the moonlight. "And they have eyepatches."

Kwazii, fully taken aback with the quick movements of the macaque, can only blink at him while trying to squirm his way out of Paani's weight against him. "What does that have to do with anything?!"

Paani, who shifts his weight onto the foot currently resting above Kwazii's chest, ignores his question. "I was just bringing the water to some thirsty animals outside the kingdom. The rising temperatures are not good for the critters, you know?"

"Then why didn't you say so in the first place?!" Then he coughs, asking for Paani to get his foot away from him cause it's a very uncomfortable position to talk while lying down and having weight pressed against his chest. To which Paani quickly apologizes and returns his sword.

Then Kwazii tells Paani about the mission of the Octonauts and how they want to help every creature in need, may it be outside of the kingdom or not.

So, then Paani agrees to finally ask for help from the palace but before they do, they hear a shriek far from the forest and both of them agree to track down the commotion. When they arrive, they see that a forest fire broke out and is spreading fast. Without warning, Paani takes off his cloak and shoves it to Kwazii "Take this," he says in a hurry and sprints to the fire.

"Wha— that was your plan?!" Realizing that Paani's too far to hear him, he signals for the dove on the lookout and alerts it to quickly tell the king about the forest fire. Code orange.

Kwazii wears the cloak and helps the nearby critters to evacuate and thankfully, Paani gets out of the fire unscathed with small critters in his arms. At that same time, the Octonauts arrive and Peso instantly helps the injured using cloth bandages.

After everything, Kwazii explains that Paani is the one who took the water out of their lake during the past days for the animals outside of their kingdom. Paani then thanks the Octonauts for helping him and his royal highness, King Barnacles, asks him if he wants to join their association and Paani agrees, as long as he can explore beyond the kingdom territory and follow the water where it goes. That's when Paani gets the title of the "Royal Scout," in charge of giving reports about the weather and any abnormalities in the water.

"Welcome to our team, Paani!" Peso exclaims and Dashi agrees. She then notices Kwazii's cloak. "That cloak looks new. Did you have it tailored, general?"

Kwazii realizes he still had the cloak on and tries to remove it. "Oh, this isn't mine. It's Paani's."

"I actually have more of that in my bag. You can keep it, Kwazii."

Unlike Kwazii, whose focus is on the fact that Paani has more cloaks just in store, Dashi and Peso exclaims at the same time "You called the general, 'Kwazii?!'"

Paani is completely baffled. "What? Did I say something wrong?"

Kwazii shakes his head. "Don't mind them, matey. Welcome to the Octonauts!"

(This is not a full fanfic and just an AU so I apologize for the abundance of grammatical errors T_T)

#octonauts #octonauts above and beyond #suncollar/peach aus #octonauts royal au

[asterz-playz-official]

Right. They got sent to interrogate “Sarah” by Elias. Michael would probably still be recovering at that point, and there’s no way Jon could do anything like that alone. So what’s Elias supposed to do, feed him another statement? Tim and Sasha wouldn’t exactly be cut out for that sort of job, nor would Martin, and Basira’s not working at the institute.

Melanie, maybe?

Nah. That’s a recipe for disaster. Although… Elias would be desperately trying to hold onto his plan at that point, so. He might pair em anyway.

And so Nikola threatens Jon, etc, etc, but he’s not really the archivist-

Hang on.

Why would she even bother messing with him? He was never Gertrude’s assistant…

So michael gets bothered by a mannequin, which must be super not-fun to have happen while you’re still not finished recovering from having been shot.

He doesn’t know shit about the gorilla, and is just really getting fed up with the questions about Gertrude, so Nikola just says she’ll “let him think about it” or something.

And then the moment he gets let out of the hospital, B&H nab him.

Nikola plans to find some way to either get information out of him or at least carve him up in a way that’ll make sure the skin fits.

Elias… does nothing, obviously, cause he doesn’t give a shit.

It’s Yasmina who finds him and gets in touch with Jon to get him out.

This winds up with Jon nearly getting flayed and Yasmina being a fucking badass.

I mean, she does work in retail. Specifically in a clothes department at a department store. So she already very much hates mannequins. Kicking their plastic asses is an incredibly satisfying experience for her.

Michael is… almost on death’s doorstep when she gets to him. Nikola hasn’t even been torturing him or anything, he just… hasn’t been able to feed or anything for DAYS, and it’s slowly draining the life from him.

He’s going to die if they don’t get him to a mirror or something.

Which Yasmina knows, because she’s seen this happen with him before.

She orders Jon to go get a mirror. He does. Michael doesn’t wake up at first, but after a few moments, he reaches out for it and goes through.

They stand guard by the mirror, which ends up being a very good idea, cause Nikola — who’d run away instead of getting caught in Yasmina’s mannequin murderfest — comes back, very pissed off, and tries to smash the mirror. Probably has other mannequins with her, too.

Only retreats when Michael comes back out of the mirror and fucks her shit up.

He’s not fully ok, simply cause he hasn’t had any statements recently, (Elias cut him off), but he almost tears off Nikola’s face, which is awesome.

He’s extremely worried about Yasmina being there and seeing him like this, but she’s beaming. And basically informs him that he’d been incredibly badass just then.

“You saved our asses.”

“I- but i look like-“

“You? You look fine. As long as you’re not wearing somebody else’s skin, I don’t mind whatever you want to appear as. Come on, I want to get out of here as quickly as possible.”

#the magnus archives #tma #michael shelley #michael tma #tma au #tma unwinding au #unwinding au #thoughts #I messed up several times cause I couldn’t figure out where Michael was #lmao #Jonathan Sims #Jon tma #SOOTIFY WHY ARE YOU OLAYING WHENBHE DIED HE DIDN’T DIE YOU KNOW THST #smh- #🙄 #/goofy

[rebellionevoked]

at the local grocery store late afternoon/early evening on friday two former schoolmates have an awkward run-in — w/ @alwaysxangel​

     Thankfully it was the weekend and the shift that had felt like it’d gone on forever was in the books. Bailey could finally kick back at home, maybe even for the whole weekend, once she picked up a little something for her and Marcus. The last thing she’d actually wanted to do was cook but it was cheaper than takeout, even with debating the time and effort a meal would require to prepare. What hadn’t been expected was to turn down an aisle and find not only a former classmate from high school but also someone who was now her baby brother’s teacher perusing the shelves. Since the accident that had taken her parent’s lives Bailey had avoided most everyone she’d ever met in town, especially her former peers because she couldn’t handle the looks of pity or all the questions and intrusiveness. When she should have been living it up in university she’d suddenly been thrust into the world of parenting, she had a life to be responsible for. It was difficult running into the past and hearing all that others had accomplished, seeing how much they’d grown, when all Bailey had managed was a gig with a local law firm working as an assistant. She’d been trying to get her degree and training as a paralegal but time an money had always been a defector. Especially since it was a struggle to keep afloat.

     The hope had been that Bailey could slip by without him paying attention, he seemed invested in what he was doing so perhaps she’d go unnoticed. As fate would have it, as soon as the thought had crossed her mind Declan looked over his shoulder and they’d made eye contact. “Hey, Dec,” she mustered, words weak as she’d been unsure what to say. “I’d go with the other brand if I were you,” she decided, pointing to the box of pasta next to the one he’d nabbed. 

#thread 01 ⸻ bailey wrecker + declan walsh.

[jukemaid]

ok pla au post time. thus far i've just called it the "emmet visits hisui" au which doesn't REMOTELY explain any of it but. names.

it takes place post-game, so where we are now after you catchemall and get arceus. most of the plot-crucial events take place before they go to hisui but they can be summarized. the point of this au is self-serving gratification and an excuse to be silly and reunite the brothers without a scary deadline or inherent risk. my oc plays a major role but is also not entirely an oc and doesnt involve herself unless its necessary (which makes sense in context of who she is)

summary: after years of investigation on the increase of space-time rift happenings by the international police, a breakthrough is reached in sinnoh thanks to the efforts of their missing champion, akari, and her determination to befriend multiple pokemon deities across time. with the help of said pokemon, the champion of unova (whose circumstances enable her to travel safely through the rifts) is able to travel across dimensions to ancient hisui, where the vanished trainers currently reside. she also brought a friend, whose determination to see his brother again brought him across time and space itself, escorted by dragons of legend.

characters and general info:

akari: the mc and missing champion of sinnoh. brash and outgoing and possibly unhinged. recently defeated volo and arceus and is presently just sorta Around and battling ingo all day every day

ingo: exactly what he does in the game not much is different. he's living in jubilife and teaching people to pokemon battle alongside zisu. him and akari have formed a close friendship during their travels, and she reminds him of the man in white he still struggles to remember. they have a big bro little sister dynamic going on tho ingo is at least a decade older than her... probably

emmet: he's been keeping things going as best he can for the three, nearly four years his brother has been gone. he hasn't given up hope that ingo's out there somewhere, but knows he needs to take care of himself more than ever to cope with the crushing grief and possibility that ingo may never return, as much as he fears it. elesa and skyla have assisted with the subway when possible, taking the boss role in the singles lines, but multi train remains permanently closed.

he met the unova champion briefly years ago, back when the plasma affair kicked off, but she only battled him once in the base lines. iris has been champion since, while june seemingly vanished for an unspecified mission of her own... until she approached him in the subway one evening with the most important, earthshattering news of his life.

june, former champion of unova: (this is a long one buckle up) my oc based on my white game, the events of which took place several years ago. in the climax of said game, she was killed by collateral during her battle against ghetsis. zekrom, having chosen her as one of the two heroes, intervened and linked its own life to hers, permanently tethering their existences as one. though initially june was alright and was able to continue on as normal for some years, it was only a temporary fix and she'd inevitably be lost. zekrom couldn't truly restore her to life, and only gave her a sort of extension. over time her personality blended into zekrom as its power consumed her, their identities mixing until it was wholly unified. for all intents and purposes she IS zekrom, the same one from white as is canon there, but she also has a human form to take if need be (mostly for convenience). she doesn't think any of her self as june is left, but also acknowledges that she shares memories and emotions possessed by the late hero, so it's likely their souls are merged rather than one taking over the other. she also nabbed some new pronouns.

june had been contacted by the former sinnoh champion, cynthia, in regards to her missing pupil, akari... and came up with evidence of both hers and ingo's whereabouts in historical archives. moreover, several of sinnoh's own deities have made themselves known and offered assistance, citing promises kept and debts repaid. there's still tons of crucial information they lack, but it's enough for them to devise a plan. june takes the opportunity to recruit emmet (not that he would have ever hesitated to involve himself), knowing he must be present. her actions aren't out of altruism, but necessity mixed with compassion as only a twin would understand. it has to be him, just as it has to be ingo.

plot plot pot yeee

edit bc i forgot to explain how they actually got into hisui a

zekrom punches a hole through space-time! dialga and palkia are there to maintain the fabric of reality and repair it so things don’t get fucked up again (or worse), so they’re putting their full attention on doing that while jukrom uses her strength to blast herself and emmet through. dialga and palkia were befriended by akari both past and present and wanted to return the favor of the lengths she went to calm them from their frenzy, AND try to help them when cyrus was ruining everything.

once arceus gave akari-in-hisui a piece of itself, it sorta linked everyone together through her and they went oh i know that girl yeah she’s cool. so they were more open to help. thanks dppt protag!

and the lake trio helps ward emmet just in case bc humans should not be forcibly carried through space-time, and they don’t want a repeat of what happened to ingo. zekrom can protect him physically, but not mentally. so precautions were taken

but this is why there’s no time constraint or rush. dialga and palkia need time to properly tend to the damage they did before they can do it AGAIN, but all meticulously planned to ensure safe travels. besides that wait, they can leave whenever they feel like it... that said, the plan entails a single roundtrip. there is no going back once they return to their proper time, so if they want to take their time they better do it while they can. the generosity of deities only extends so far beyond their earnest desire to repay debts.

#this has been in my drafts forever #pla au #submas au #anyway zekrom chose a new champion but that comes later lmao

[maryonacross]

ok sorry this took so long here we go my btr x glee crossover event. post dedicated to kingsley @brobecker feel free to yell at me in a bad or good way after reading this idk. lol. keep in mind im basing this entirely off when i rewatched btr last summer and im only like halfway thru season 1 of glee so.

ok to start i still havent quite figured out how they would exist in this universe. itd be funnier if the band just visited the glee high school for like a week but also not as fun to think abt so for our purposes today, let's say they (the band) all transferred to wmhs at the same time for some reason. the band doesnt exist but they still grew up together and are besties blah blah blah.

objectively gustavo was my favorite to think abt because he just fits in this school perfectly because hes insane. he'd probably be a band teacher or something else related to music but he'd be Best Friends with sue sylvester bc they love tormenting children. him and mr schue have a reluctant working relationship bc sometimes gustavo has to help with glee club for music stuff but don't be fooled -- they absolutely despise each other. i like to think one time schue was sick and gustavo filled in to lead a glee club meeting and it went so bad schue never took a sick day again.

kelly was way harder to pin down bc i feel like she fits the "exhausted assistant" trope way too well to exist in this universe. i think she'd probably be gustavo's TA or something and he'd def make her grade all his students' papers so he doesn't have to do any actual work except "teach." sadly she's the only responsible adult in the entire building but shes still kind of crazy (because who wouldn't be when you have to deal with gustavo rocque 24/7).

james would obviously be the first person in the group to join glee club and he'd probably join within the first week of transferring. at first a bunch of the girls are obsessed with him (bc when you live in the middle of nowhere and someone who looks like That walks in you have to nab him like your life depends on it. speaking as a semi small towner) but then when he joins glee he's obviously pushed to the bottom of the social ladder so no one ever makes a move. he's still a hot topic though wink wink. rachel has a not so subtle crush on him bc he fits her male lead fantasy. james doesn't reciprocate but he also doesn't explicitly turn her down bc he likes the attention. however after a while they do become Best Friends. james admires her passion and drive and can relate to her desire to be a star. he's quick to stick up for her but not afraid to tell her when shes being an ass too lol. back to romance i think he tries to flirt with brittany or maybe even santana (bc obviously) and he gets slushied the next day. it's tragic. kurt shows him how to get the stains out of his clothes. speaking of kurt, when i first tried figuring out who the guys would be friends with, he was the first person to come to mind when i considered james. however, i think they're wayyy too similar to be friends. i kind of see them as caricatures of each other in a way. they still have a mutual respect for each other though. i like to think kurt indirectly helped james come to terms with his sexuality bc kurt's awesome lol (i personally headcanon James Diamond The Character as bisexual bc 1. have you seen him and 2. im bisexual and i like him). also i think james really looks up to mr. schue unfortunately. like he doesn't see him as weird (even though he is) he just sees him as a Fun Teacher. it's the kind of thing he'll look back on a while after he graduates and just be like "....wait what the fuck?" sorry this got long james is just my fave.

kendall is next to join glee club and i think hes recruited the same way finn was. i also think it happened similar to the way he won gustavo's singing competition. he was probably meeting up with james after rehearsal or something and was just fucking around making fun of him (as friends do) and schue was like Hey Kid. Have You Ever Considered Joining Glee? and kendall's like "nah i'm not a singer..." and thankfully schue is past his blackmail stage but he still desperately wants kendall in the club so he enlists james to convince him. antics ensue but he joins eventually. he immediately clicks with finn bc they're both jock types with a heart of gold and even though btr doesn't exist, they're still able to bond over being quasi-leaders of their respective friend groups. speaking of which, kendall is way too nice for this school it's tragic. of course he's not against a good practical joke but he's also not against getting into fights if it's necessary and so even before he joined the club the glee kids would hang around him like ducklings in order to avoid getting slushied. kendall's also the only one who would see through schue's antics.....if glee were a mockumentary he would be looking straight into the camera in every scene. he'll also go toe to toe with sue if the need arises. he's like the cheerio's union representative basically.

after kendall joins logan and carlos quickly follow suit. carlos is more hesitant to join than logan is but it still doesn't take that much more convincing. idk why, but i feel like logan would join the school newspaper but quits after 2 weeks bc the editor (the guy sue blackmailed into running the quinn pregnancy story) is an asshole. logan gets an entire episode's subplot dedicated to him staging a coup and becoming the new editor. they perform a song from newsies at the end of the ep. its emotional. its tearjerking. im weeping just imagining it. i think he'd be good friends with artie, just because they're both kinda nerdy? they're super similar but they don't clash like kurt and james would.

i think carlos' life would be pretty similar to his life in btr. i think he'd go after pretty much every girl in glee club but nothing would come from it. out of the 4 of them, he's the least serious about glee. he's just there to have fun. he tries out for the football team since he's a jock and i doubt wmhs has a hockey team. he gets in but quits soon after because he hates everyone on the team. i feel like he's on friendly terms with most of the people in the club but doesn't really connect with them like he connects with james, kendall, and logan.

[kendall knight voice] and that's what you missed on glee!

#k.txt #my magnum opus...

[jww-archive]

IT’S BEEN A HELL OF A YEAR / self para featuring @vannrichmond when: july 9th, 2022

Karli was sitting on the counter of the bathroom while June sat and got her makeup done. Her hair was already pinned back into a messy bun. June felt a weird roll of nerves wash over her. She still got them. Tonight was the first public appearance since the engagement was called off and she was here with Vann. The media had been insane, the tabloids saying all sorts of crazy things from sources that June didn’t know how they knew anything because June had always played her relationships close to her chest.

“I’m glad you’re here,” June said and glanced to Karli.

“I don’t know how much help I am since I am really just am here for you getting ready and then Trace and I gotta go,” Karli said with a shrug and sipped her bourbon and then handed June the glass to also take a sip.

The gal finished her make up and June walked back into the closet of the room and started to pull on her clothes. 

“It’s better than nothing,” June said. Karli gave her the glass and kissed her cheek. 

“I know, you’ll be fine. I really do gotta go though, Trace is already annoying me.” 

“Okay,” June said and hugged her friend. 

She went back to trying put on clothes and then heard Karli say, “She’s all yours, bud.” That meant Vann was here and dressed.

She pulled on her dress — it was short and strappy and the body was embroidered with pearls. Parts of it where sheer looking, with just the pearls in clusters and she sat down to strap on her heels and then lace them up her legs. Usually she had assistance for this part but June wanted to be something of alone. Plucking the white felt Resistol with the rhinestone band off the peg, she moved to the mirror and placed it on her head, moving her hair into the perfect placement. Once that was done, she nabbed the fuzzy fake leopard print jacket to complete the look. 

It was then that she heard a low whistle from the doorway of the closet. She glanced over to Vann, who was leaned up against the door frame and looked real good himself.

She turned around to show him the whole outfit. “What do you think?”

“I think we don’t need to go to this thing,” Vann said and pushed himself off the doorframe to walk over. His hands immediately went under the jacket, ghosting over her collarbones. He leaned down to kiss her. “I think this dress would look really good on the floor right now.”

“Vann,” June said with a hum when his lips hit her neck. That was just rude, she thought, suddenly weak and warm in her core. 

“Already did one party for your actual birthday. This one we could… stand to be late to,” Vann said, his fingers already looking for the zipper.

June kissed him again and then nudged his hands away before she caved and caused even more talk. “You’re gonna get me in trouble,” she said with a shake of her head, her whole body screamed to cave, that his touch could stop the pit she had in her stomach. She started to think about how she could still make it happen, he could just push up the dress — no, she’d ruin her hair and she’d smell like a condom and she hated that smell, plus she was all showered and her makeup was done. June sighed. “We can’t, we gotta.”

Vann sighed and rolled his eyes. June stepped back and looked at him, “You look really handsome, baby.”

“Of course I do,” Vann said with a grin. “C’mon. Like you said, we gotta.” He stuck a hand out to her and as they walked out, June swiped a clutch for the night. Vann glanced at it. “Great, so I’m gonna have to babysit that?”

“I will keep track of it this time, I promise.” It was a broken promise, probably.

—

June was standing, sipping an old fashioned out of a crystal glass and enjoying a few minutes of not having to talk to anyone. She wasn’t going to sing tonight, and in the moments were she wasn’t being paraded around, she was turned to Vann and trying to feed him some weird hors d'oeuvre, his nose scrunching. He kept asking if she wanted something, and he managed to feed her a single deviled egg but June wasn’t hungry. She was a little tipsy though. He’d gone to the bathroom and here she was, alone, with a drink in her hand. Something of happy. 

“June.” She glanced over and saw Trip. Her eyes scanned him over. They weren’t necessarily fans of each other. “Happy Birthday.”

“Thanks, Trip, appreciate it,” June said. Her tone was clipped hoping he’d just move on.

“So, that’s the newest boy of yours, hmm?”

June started to open her mouth, but he cut her off. 

“Sure do move on fast. Fastest girl in the industry, which is charming considering the good girl reputation you have.”

June’s teeth snapped shut.

“It’s good, though, right? Just write an album all about Tyler, knock back another seven Grammy’s for it.”

“At least I have a Grammy,” June snapped. “Well, actually, I have thirteen. How many you have?” June paused, “Right, none.” 

“It’s hard to win them when you’re can’t fuck the guys in the back room,” Trip said with a shrug. “So, what’s the deal with this one you’ve got? Just decided to go back to slumming it when the payload of Dixon didn’t pan out like you wanted? Or he wise up and decide the Buckle Bunny lifestyle was below his social burden, like we all told him.”

June saw red in that moment. Trip was lucky that Vann wasn’t here, because he would have knocked Trip’s head clear off. She blinked once, her vision clearing. This was what they were all saying behind her back. Her eyes traced back to the bathroom door. Vann would strangle this guy. But, he’d have to beat her to it. 

“Trip, with a mouth like yours you definitely could convince the guys in the backroom to give you an award.” June held a finger up because she wasn’t done. “When you address me, you can address me as Queen Buckle Bunny, because you need to know your place as someone with an empty awards case. Proof that the world ain’t want your empty bullshit country which could be sung better by a drunk weasel. Second, when you address my man, you can also take a look at his buckle case, which is stacked with buckles he won, including the NFR, unlike the one you’re wearing that was bought in a pawn shop. Hell, that ain’t even a real rodeo event you got on.” June scoffed a laugh. “Honey, you think you’re gonna come at me with cheap shots, when you ain’t no cowboy? Just playing pretend, dress up? I’m not even sure who’s prick you had to suck to get into this party, because look around, these people have done things, outside of get on their knees.” June tilted her head to look up at him from her hat. “Any time you want to drop in a chute, or do a duet, we’ll wipe the floor with you. You think you know how to play this game? You ain’t even know the rules. Now, I’d kindly suggest you get the hell outta my face before Vann comes back and you go home with more than just a bruised ego.”

It was good timing, because a second later Vann’s hand brushed lightly behind her back and she cut Vann a glance that said it. She saw his jaw tick a moment, and she shook her head. “Vann, this is Trip. Trip was just wishing me a happy birthday and then heading out.” Trip looked like he was about to open his mouth and June almost dared him to. Instead he tipped his fake ass Cavender’s brand hat. “Wears a knock off Stetson, get the hell outta my face,” June muttered under her breath.

Vann glanced down, “You okay?”

“No.” It was a simple word. Her lips were pressed in a line.

“I go to the bathroom for like five minutes…” Vann shook his head.

So that was what they were all saying about her? The only person she didn’t hate in this room was Vann, and she turned her body into his, trying to swallow the anger she felt. It couldn’t be pictured on her face, no one could notice it.

“June.” 

“One second, baby, I’m going through something.”

“Wanna clue me in?”

“Not right now, because you’ll go to jail and I might join you.”

“That bad?” His voice was edged with anger by proxy now. June’s hand snaked under his sports coat to hold him there, because she wasn’t looking at him but she had a feeling he was already scanning the crowd to see where Trip went. 

“Should’ve let you take my clothes off and skipped the party.”

“I keep tellin’ ya I’ve got the good ideas.”

“Only a few of them.”

Vann scoffed, “Name one bad one.”

June felt the anger melt off and she looked up at Vann. “Really, you wanna go there?” She started to grin up at him.

“That’s not an answer, and that’s because I’m right.”

—

Well, there it was. June stared at the newest tabloid. It was a nice picture, at least. She plucked it off the rack to look at it a little closer. It was during her birthday party, the industry one, and she was looking like she did a thousand other photos ago. Wrapped around Vann, smile on her face. This would confirm it, then. To everyone, it wasn’t just rumors anymore. Hell of a way to come out, she supposed. With a sigh she put up the tabloid and then made her way back to the truck with the snacks she was buying for the flight. 

#( self para. )

[cybercrime-blogs]

Sextortion Kingpin Nabbed: Delhi Police Busts Extensive Cyber Blackmail Ring

In a significant breakthrough, the Delhi police have apprehended the alleged mastermind behind a far-reaching sextortion operation that victimized individuals across the country. Mahendra Singh, the central figure in this illicit scheme, was captured in Haryana's Mewat following a meticulous investigation that unveiled the extent of his criminal activities.

Revealing the Culprit The chain of events leading to Mahendra's arrest began when an alarmed resident of Delhi filed a complaint, shedding light on a distressing ordeal that had unfolded in their life. According to reports, the victim initially received an unsolicited call from an unknown woman, who engaged in an intimate video call with them.

A Twisted Web of Deceit The plot thickened when Mahendra Singh, masquerading as an Assistant Commissioner of Police (ACP) named Ram Pandey, entered the scene. He subsequently reached out to the victim, employing intimidation tactics to exploit the situation further. Threatening to release the explicit video, Mahendra demanded a staggering ₹9 lakh from the victim for its deletion.

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Tragically, even after the victim complied with Mahendra's demands, the torment did not abate. The extortionist demanded an additional ₹15 lakh from the victim to ensure that legal action would not be pursued against them, while simultaneously threatening to have the victim's family incarcerated should they fail to comply.

A Victim's Silent Struggle Overwhelmed and fearful, the victim initially chose to suffer in silence, sharing their traumatic experience with no one. However, a glimmer of hope emerged when they finally confided in a trusted friend. Encouraged by their confidant, the victim found the courage to step forward and report the crime to the police.

The Law Takes Action The Delhi police acted swiftly, launching a thorough investigation that culminated in the successful capture of Mahendra Singh in Mewat. Upon his arrest, authorities discovered several items in his possession, including a card swipe machine, BharatPe, a pen drive, a 16 GB memory card, and an iPhone.

Unveiling the Extensive Extortion Network Subsequent investigations have revealed that Mahendra Singh victimized multiple individuals using similar tactics. The 36-year-old confessed to a modus operandi in which he either portrayed himself as ACP Ram Pandey or posed as a YouTuber, using threats to coerce his victims into submission.

The arrest of Mahendra Singh represents a significant victory for law enforcement, with the perpetrator now facing the full force of the law for his reprehensible actions. Delhi police are urging other potential victims to come forward, ensuring justice is served and bringing an end to this appalling sextortion racket.

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Understanding Sextortion Sextortion is a form of cybercrime in which individuals are manipulated, threatened, or coerced into providing explicit or sexually compromising images or videos of themselves or engaging in sexual acts online. The perpetrator then uses these materials to extort money, sexual favors, or engage in other forms of exploitation from the victim. Sextortion can occur through various channels, including social media, dating apps, email, and instant messaging platforms.

In the digital age, the internet has brought us closer together, but it has also given rise to nefarious individuals seeking to exploit others. One particularly insidious form of online fraud is sextortion, a scheme where scammers manipulate and prey on their victims' vulnerability. To shield yourself from such scams, it's crucial to comprehend how they operate. In this article, we'll walk you through the steps involved in a typical sextortion scam.

1. Initial Contact: It all starts with an unsolicited message or connection. Scammers often pose as appealing or trustworthy individuals on platforms like social media, dating apps, or through email.

2. Grooming: Once contact is established, the scammer goes to great lengths to build rapport and trust with their target. They might engage in flirtatious or even intimate conversations to create a false sense of security.

3. Exchange of Explicit Content: Here's where the trap is set. The scammer persuades the victim to share explicit photos or videos, generating potentially compromising material. In some cases, they might secretly record the victim and manipulate the visuals into explicit content.

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4. Threats and Blackmail: With explicit content in their possession, scammers take a sinister turn. They threaten to expose the material to the victim's friends, family, or online contacts and demand money, more explicit content, or other favors.

5. Manipulation: Psychological tactics come into play as scammers aim to manipulate the victim's emotions, often causing fear, shame, or guilt.

6. Payment Demands: Victims find themselves coerced into making payments through various channels, such as wire transfers, cryptocurrency, or gift cards. This is done to prevent the release of the explicit content.

7. Ongoing Threats: Scammers may persist in their threats, creating a harrowing cycle of exploitation and continued demands for money or content.

8. Silence and Isolation: Victims often endure this ordeal in silence, consumed by fear, embarrassment, or a sense of helplessness, making it even more challenging to seek assistance.

Understanding these stages empowers individuals to recognize sextortion scams and take appropriate measures to protect themselves. To safeguard against becoming a victim, consider these safety tips:

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Guard Your Personal Information:

Be cautious about revealing personal details online, including your real name, location, and contact information.

Refrain from sharing explicit content with individuals you don't fully trust.

Vet Your Online Contacts:

Verify the identity of people you interact with online, especially on social media and dating platforms. Approach strangers with skepticism.

Create strong, unique passwords for your online accounts and update them regularly. Employ a combination of letters, numbers, and symbols.

Whenever possible, enable two-factor authentication for added security.

Protect Your Webcam and Microphone:

Use caution when using webcams for video calls, particularly with individuals you don't know well. Cover your webcam when it's not in use.

Exercise discretion during video chats and avoid engaging in explicit activities.

Beware of Unsolicited Messages:

Do not open or respond to unsolicited messages, particularly those containing explicit content or requests for such content.

Keep Explicit Content Private:

Avoid sharing explicit images or videos with anyone unless you are certain of their trustworthiness.

Be cautious when sharing explicit content even with individuals you know well, as relationships can change over time.

Report Suspicious Activity:

If you encounter threatening or explicit messages or someone engaging in sextortion, report it to relevant authorities, social media platforms, or dating apps.

Seek Support:

If you fall victim to sextortion, refrain from engaging with the blackmailer. Instead, report the incident to the police or your local law enforcement agency.

Reach out to a trusted friend, family member, or counselor for support and guidance.

Educate Yourself:

Stay informed about the latest online security threats and scams. Familiarizing yourself with the common tactics employed by sextortionists can help you spot warning signs.

Trust Your Instincts:

If something doesn't feel right or appears suspicious during an online interaction, trust your instincts and proceed with caution.

Sextortion is a grave offense, and seeking assistance from law enforcement is of paramount importance if you are targeted. By remaining vigilant, safeguarding your personal information, and adhering to these safety guidelines, you can minimize your susceptibility to sextortion and maintain a safer online presence.

Source: https://www.the420.in/sextortion-kingpin-nabbed-delhi-police-busts-extensive-cyber-blackmail-ring/

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