#he got that from himself and his grandpa attitude

[real-sun-wukong-fan01]

Wukong really needs to stop adopting every kid he finds on the street

#he got that from himself and his grandpa attitude #sun wukong #lego monkie kid #monkey king #time swap au #monkie kid #lego sun wukong #sha wujing #lego ao lie #ao lie #lmk ao lie #zhu bajie

[solecize]

  ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 | 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: every summer on your grandpa's farm was real-life magic to your younger self, who left a piece of her heart in amber valley when the years went on and the town became nothing but a faint childhood memory. soon enough, you become rocked by his death and realize the dead end in your bustling city world. this leads to you making an abrupt decision.

despite knowing nothing but designer purses and the corporate ladder, you uproot your entire life to take over your grandfather's old farm in the town you were desperately trying to remember - alongside a familiar face from your youth that permanently finds his way into your heart.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: jungkook/reader 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. inspired heavily by stardew valley, friends to lovers, childhood friends, cowboy jungkook, small town alternate universe, slice of life, grief, growing up, mutual pining 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. 4.6k 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. writing fluff has drained me prepare to only feel pain from this point on

part four: the routine, the posters and the dancefloor  ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ   ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ   ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ previous. next. masterlist

 ix. the routine

  like many residents in the town, the saloon eventually became apart of your regular weekly routine. you found yourself in a booth every weekend, not necessarily to wind down with a drink on each visit, but to enjoy the company of those around you. after hitting the commencement of your mid-twenties, you lacked a ‘third place’ and a community you could lean on.

  “can you guys pay attention? this is the call to adventure in the hero’s journey,” yoongi snapped, interrupting a poorly hidden conversation between jungkook and namjoon. the two ceased talking in a way a child caught by their mother would. 

  similarly, the saloon served its purpose as a third place to your newfound friends. you learned about a book club hosted bimonthly by yoongi, which you were encouraged to observe, in hopes that they would gain a new member. there was a regular karaoke night, which jimin was apparently the reigning champion of, with the highest score seen amongst patrons. then, there were people like taehyung and seokjin, who came regularly to just participate and engage in whatever was going on that night.

  hoseok, as the manager of the pub, made every other friday fun with themed nights. tonight was salsa night and apparently, he did not warn yoongi of this, who also did not inform hoseok that book club night was moved.

  “i can barely hear you!” jungkook defended himself, hands in the air. 

  you’d been smiling and nodding the entire time in oblivion yourself, as the rapid dance steps and salsa music drowned out most of your surroundings. at least someone spoke up, you just wanted to be polite in consideration of yoongi’s invite to the club. 

  to your left, seokjin was dancing with mrs. oh, who was the middle-aged lady that owned the general store where jungkook worked. he originally arrived as a member of the book club, but was swept away by the addicting beat of salsa. he’d spent the last 10 minutes trying to convince the group to join in.

  “are you guys done now?” seokjin called out, having watched yoongi shut his book in frustration.

  namjoon nudged yoongi. “let’s postpone today’s meeting!”

  you laughed as yoongi made a dismissive gesture, which was cue for everyone to disperse from the corner that the club occupied. the others stood up, presumably to either grab a drink or join in on the festivities. meanwhile, namjoon tapped your arm when you rose, indicating for you to wait.

  “just wanted to check in to see how the farm’s going,” he began. “you know, our families have been close for years, so you’re basically family, too - even if i wasn’t around much during your time here before.”

  you got a sense that namjoon had his head on straight and while grounded, seemed so much bigger than the town. those around you seemed to respect him a lot. his kind attitude showed you why.

  “it’s a work in progress,” were the only words you could use. “i’m very lucky that my mom was looking over the property after my grandpa passed and even more lucky that jungkook was also looking after it.”

  namjoon’s raised eyebrows as if this was the first time he was hearing about this. “oh, he was? dang.”

  it was kind of sweet to think about - jungkook sneaking around to take care of the place out of the goodness of his heart. amidst that, though, it seemed like there was a lot on his plate, so you brought it up to namjoon.

  “yeah, he has jiwon and jiwon’s a good kid, but she’s still a kid to look after. of course, no one wanted to see her split up from jungkook and she would have likely been sent out of town to be matched with a foster family,” he sighed. 

  a few weeks prior, when jungkook first showed up to your front door to fulfill his promise of helping you fix your windows, is when you first began wondering about jungkook’s home life and where jiwon was. you also learned that day about how selfless he really was.

  summer vacation was in full swing by that june morning, with the sun beating you to a pulp and the only thing on your mind being corn season. that, and the anticipation of a handsome man expected on your doorstep at any given moment.

  your day begun at five a.m, but you made your best efforts to not let that show by ensuring your appearance was kempt prior to your visitor’s arrival. after tending to your morning tasks, you soon received the text that jungkook was at the front, as you were elsewhere on the property. specifically, you were fighting for your life attempting to close the garage shut. yet another repair needed to be addressed.

  hey, i’m out back. give me a few.

  it took twenty minutes out of your morning to shower and change into clothes that didn’t smell like cow shit because you didn’t want to look like a mess in front of jungkook. all for it to get ruined getting sweaty from putting all of your bodily strength into a broken garage door. there was no way you were going to admit you did all of that - though, you did mentally prepare yourself when you sent your reply to his text.

  a few minutes passed and you could make out jungkook approaching you from a distance. you waved, even though you wanted him to stay put and not walk all the way around. the sight of him briefly reminded you of when the two of you used your grandpa’s farmland to play hide and seek, running across the same fields you stood on. 

  “oh, i should’ve warned you about that,” jungkook started, putting a slight jog into his step as he came closer. “that garage door broke just before your grandpa passed.”

  you made an exaggerated, wide-eyed expression. “broken? oh, i was just fighting the door for fun, what do you mean?” you made sure your glare intensfied when he laughed at you. “would have been great to mention before i lost years of my life trying to close this thing.”

  “sorry, bunny,” jungkook replied, as he stepped past you carefully and put a hand on your arm as he did so. 

  he looked up at the door from the inside and smiled thinly. you mimicked his moves, trying to make out at what exactly he was inspecting. you knew farm and you knew finance, but you certainly did not know anything about repairing things. 

  “how did my grandpa get the tractor out if this door has been broken?”

  “crop production lowered in recent years because his body couldn’t handle as much. it was a low priority repair because we used the smaller one parked out by the front shed,” jungkook explained. “honestly, it’s quick fix, just looks like the cable and rollers need to be replaced.”

  you shrugged it off and checked the time. “well, this is a problem for another day.”

  as you began walking off, jungkook followed you with the same pace. you genuinely did not want to have another to-do item in your sight before you were finished with the rest of the day ahead of you. a list dedicated to repairs was an idea that you’d been toying around with, but you were afraid of how overwhelming it was going to be.

  “not to rain on your parade, buuut on my way, i noticed that your coop’s fencing might need to be replaced.”

  it was as if he read your mind. you would’ve been frustrated, but the irony was too funny to ignore. you did notice the fencing and it was definitely already on your hypothetical repair list. as a response, you only grunted and moved along.

  as you led him back into the house, the two of you made small talk. it was still odd to you, picking up a friendship where you left it off from thirteen years ago. the dynamic seemed to ease up, the more time you spent together, but you had to remind yourself that it was indeed thirteen years since you last saw jungkook and that meant thirteen years of catching up.

  “so, are you off work today?” you asked, as jungkook brought in a toolbox from the porch. 

  jungkook set his tools down by the front shoe rack, rolling up his sleeves slightly. “kinda. i don’t really have a set work schedule, i’ve just been helping out mrs. oh whenever she needs me. i did tell her i would be busy this morning, though.”

  you met remembered the oh family from when you were younger and they always gave you and jungkook free ice cream and twenty bucks each when you cleaned their store’s front windows. mr. oh was a high-ranking military general and mrs. oh owned the town general store since taking it over from her mother. their youngest son was born the last year you had visited amber valley as a child. 

  “their kid is old enough to man the front counter, huh?” you joked.

  he chuckled. “yeah. he’s in that weird pre-teen phase, though, acting like he’s cooler than everyone and anything. he used to hang out with jiwon all the time and now his new best friend is his ps5.”

  “aw, poor girl.”

  “right? too bad, hope he grows out of it. you know,” jungkook paused, glancing at the picture on the wall, “they reminded me of me and you.”

  the picture was of you, no older than eight, in faded overalls and the toothiest grin. it was untouched when you moved in and must have been framed sometime after you stopped visiting the town, having not recognized it when you came in. you didn’t have the heart to move it, knowing your grandpa put it up while you were gone. 

you weren’t sure what to say. “i hope she’s a better behaved kid than you were,” you remarked teasingly.

  “i was an angel compared to you,” jungkook shot back, rolling his eyes. “but, yeah, she’s a great kid. hardly gives me trouble. besides, anything i’ve ever needed help with? my friends, the oh family, mayor kim - i got the best support in the world.”

  pride and gratitute were intertwined in jungkook’s voice, as if he watched back the last six years before his very eyes. you couldn’t even imagine what that could have looked like. he was so young, just two months younger than you, and the idea of having the responsibility over a child at your age, much less younger, was unfathomable. 

  you didn’t want to push the subject of jiwon too much, knowing the circumstances, but you were appreciative of how jungkook allowed himself to open up to you. you leaned on the wall, listening to him talk about his little sister and it was clear he loved her very much.

  “you’re lucky to have that kind of community around you,” you said.

  “it’s your community, too, now.”

  you didn’t realize it, but you soon had spent a good chunk of time talking to jungkook, as he began the process of replacing your windows. there were other things you had to tend to outside, but the conversation flowed so naturally. at some point, you brewed a fresh pot of coffee and handed a mug to jungkook, interrupting his installation of what he explained was exterior stop moulding. 

  you were nodding your head, listening to him explain his employment situation with the oh family. “that’s real nice of you.” although jungkook had a very flexible schedule, he essentially helped with the operational portion of the store that mr. oh used to cover before he was first deployed overseas.

  “thank you for the coffee - anyway, they did so much for me when i first started taking care of jiwon, of course i would lend a hand.” he took the hot cup gratefully, cautiously taking a sip. “mr. oh hasn’t always been overseas, but even when he comes back, it’s just my full-time job at this point. they pay well and mrs. oh watches jiwon when i need it.”

  you replied, “if you don’t mind me asking, what were you doing before you worked at the store?”

when you were little, jungkook had always been academically gifted. he loved books and always used to brag about how he got better grades than you did. you always thought he was the type to leave amber valley and find success elsewhere.

  “honestly, there wasn’t really a ‘before,’ bunny. it kinda just went from me being in high school to me having to look after my sister. i worked part-time with jimin’s family when i was a teenager, sorting fish bait, if that’s what you mean,” jungkook was trying to be light-hearted, but you felt bad. 

  he noted your silence and said, “remember when we were kids and we promised to go to the same university when we grew up? and you’d show me the city instead of me showing you the valley?”

  “that was the plan,” you sighed. you nearly forgot about that and you could vaguely recall a pinky-swear being attached to that promise. “maybe there’s a universe where that happened.”

  in a phone call sometime earlier with your mom, she casually joked that she always thought that you and jungkook were going to get married. she and his mom made that bet when you were kids, mirroring the competitive spirit passed down to the two of you. you tried imagining falling in love with jungkook on campus - study dates in the library and sneaking into each other’s dorm rooms, all while being academic rivals in the lecture hall. 

  the man in front of you was neither the jungkook in your youthful fantasies or the little boy that collected seashells with you. nostalgia and daydreaming were dangerous things that couldn’t be trusted. just like you, he grew up. 

  eventually, you declared yourself a distraction and excused yourself from the living room to take care of the rest of your chores. catching up was nice, but you thought it would be better to take it slow. checking in on jungkook every half hour, it was early in the afternoon when he was finished replacing both sets of windows. 

  the sun was still unforgiving and the humidity was no different. the air conditioning system in your house was mediocre at best and there was a stand fan right where jungkook was working, along with two in the living room. you came in to offer jungkook another water bottle when he excitedly showed you his finished product.

  “not bad, huh?” he folded his arms across his chest.

  you observed his work and shook your head, impressed. “more than ‘not bad,’ jungkook. the new panels look amazing - thank you so much. i really, really appreciate it.” 

  it was hard to believe that he installed brand-new windows in such a short time span and the contrast was especially stark, given how old the broken set was. you’d been prepared to pay him for his work, but he warned you earlier that he would “beat you up” if you did so. something about revenge for spending years throwing rocks at him. 

  he grinned, as he began gathering his tools. you were a bit sad, which confused you until you realized why. however, you decided that this unresolved attraction would best be dealt with on a day where you didn't waste almost two hours talking to the man in question. you still ended up deciding this while staring at the way his tattoos looked against his flexed muscles. 

  “so, i’ll come by again for the fence?”

  “wait, what?” this question snapped you back into reality. the fence? you remembered what jungkook pointed out upon his arrival.

  he looked at you, seemingly feigning confusion. “yeah, you said you’d let me fix the fence.”

  “no, i didn’t. are you messing with me?” you narrowed your eyes at the way he slowly blinked at you. 

  “yeah, you said i can come by sometime in the middle of the week.”

  there was no way you promised such a thing. “you brat, when did i say that?”

  the conversation diverted your attention away from the way jungkook quickly bounced up and was opening the front of your door. he waved you goodbye and that he would text you before you could even process it. you made a beeline from the door, but that man was a damn fast walker.

  “have a nice day, y/n!” he yelled from afar and you could hear the laughter jump out in his tone. he knew what he was doing. 

  from that day on, you continued finding yourself in the whirlwind that was jeon jungkook. it’d been a few weeks and about two days in each week where jungkook has paid you a visit with a different excuse of a repair to “help” you out with. though you knew it was bullshit, the crinkle at the corner of his eyes everytime he greeted you at your front door showed that he knew the same.

  there was a silent agreement between the two of you that no one paid attention to when it was just the two of you in the farmhouse. even though you would have refused back and forth had jungkook actually asked if you wanted help, you took anywhere from one hour to a couple just talking to him. one of the times, he insisted he check the condition of your chimney for you. this occasion was more than obvious for the both of you, as you sat on your grandpa’s stiff, old porch bench the entire time and didn’t seem to mind.

  the routine of jungkook helping you out on the farm was getting dangerous. when you packed up all of your worldly possessions and abandoned your old life, you promised yourself that this was a new chapter for yourself. there was never a man in the picture or the end goal and the last person you thought it would be was the little boy that you once called your best friend.

  on the third day of jungkook’s mission to use your grandpa’s property as a level of house-flipper, you made lunch for the both of you. 

  “it’s really not a big deal, i ate before i came here.”

  jungkook was busy smashing a rail into place with a mallet when you approached. you clutched your cardigans a little closer to yourself, as the wind outside took aback. you looked up and silver clouds muddled in the sky. it was hard to tell because of the lack of sun, but it was nearing two p.m. 

  “you came here in the morning!” you huffed, tapping your feet. 

  it was a great deal of confidence in your chest for you to think that no one was more stubborn than you were. as much as you deflected help from jungkook, you were certainly beating his level of persistence. at this point, you would just have to shove food into jungkook’s mouth for you to take it over the top.

  he made an exasperated sigh. “bro, i forgot how annoying you can get.” even though jungkook stood firm with “helping” you with repairs, he was no match for your insistence.

  “let’s go - chop, chop.” your voice was dry, as you took the hammer from his hand yourself. 

  you turned to place the hammer back into jungkook’s tool box when you felt the first kiss of a storm on your bare legs. the sky never lied. you tilted your head up to meet the clouds again, but this time, the rain was sharp and doubled, then tripled. you heard jungkook call out your name from behind you.

  “this doesn’t look good, let’s go,” he said, taking the denim jacket tied around his waist. the cold sensation lightened on your back and you realized it was because he was holding the jacket between the two of you, with his right arm pulling you to his side and his left arm enveloping your body. 

  a clap of thunder interrupted your daze. you wondered if amber valley always stormed like this in your childhood or if you only embraced the happy, sunny parts. the town lived in your memories surrounded by dazzling waters and a rainbow, just like everything else did when you were nine. 

  you tried keeping up with jungkook’s pace, but your legs were failing. “can you slow down?” you panted. 

  jungkook couldn’t help but snort aloud. “if this was a zombie apocalypse, you’d be dead right now.” when you stomped on his foot with intention, he finally relented and slowed down for you, laughing when he did so. 

  the chicken coop was on the other end of the property from the farmhouse, so you were struggling for several minutes trying to make it back. the whole time, you and jungkook continued laughing at one another and cracking jokes. it made you momentarily forget your surroundings of a growing storm.

  the two of you stumbled onto the back porch, up the steps and nearly fell on top of each other. jungkook tightened his arms around you when he saw that you were about to miss a step and you let out a breathy “thank you” through your giggling. he shook his head and dropped his grip when the two of you made it under the gable roof. you shivered when he did so.

  “you didn’t check the weather forecast?” you wheezed, checking to see if your phone was in your pocket. 

  jungkook defended, “neither did you, genius.” 

  you two paused for a moment, before bursting out into laughter again and you looked out to see the unrelenting rain. when you looked back, you wondered if jungkook was standing this close to you the entire time. you also wondered if he could tell that you were trying not to look at the way his wet t-shirt clung to his body. daring to meet his eyes, you nearly choked on your own breath when you saw that he was looking at you, too. 

  his gaze lowered and then he cleared his throat. “well, that’s too bad. i was making good progress,” jungkook also turned to stare at the grey skies and flashes of lightning.

  “i guess you can just come tomorrow.”

  the statement surprised even yourself when it left your lips. jungkook raised an eyebrow at you, before nodding slowly and the corners of his lips quirked to form that charming, gentleman smile. you couldn’t help but turn around to hide your own smile, instead telling jungkook to stop standing outside like an idiot. the agreement was no longer silent.

  x. the posters

  around your newfound friends, the dynamic between you and jungkook never changed. it did leave less room for tension, though, and you saw more of the upbeat, heart-of-gold jungkook that he displayed for the rest of the world. despite that, some caught on faster than the others.

  “if i knew you guys were going to bicker the entire time, i would’ve just asked someone else. seokjin literally offered. or, actually, i’m pretty sure that even jiwon would have been better than the two of you. doesn’t matter if she can’t reach up that high.”

  the day prior, namjoon asked you if you and jungkook wanted to help him put up posters around town for the midsummer fair. it didn’t occur to you to question why he asked you for jungkook’s presence, but you ended up roping him into it anyway. unfortunately for namjoon, the two of you ended up arguing the entire time.

  “but, i’m right. aren’t i, namjoon?” you prodded. “jungkook’s idea is horrible!”

  jungkook shrugged. “why? it’s eye-catching.”

  “there is no way anyone will agree to dressing up as a clown to hand out fliers. we’re going to scare the kids away.”

  “tell her otherwise, future mayor kim,” jungkook said to namjoon, who groaned. 

  the reason why namjoon was tasked with the promotion of the midsummer fair was simply because his father told him to. it was a town event and he was always expected to lend a hand to whatever his dad needed him for. it seemed like every time he had to do something, it was all performed with reluctance.

  “oh, god. don’t start, you have no idea what speech my dad gave to me earlier today about ‘being a leader,’” namjoon shook his head. 

  you furrowed your brows. “oh, are you planning to run for mayor soon?”

  “definitely not,” namjoon instantly responded, not an ounce of hesitation in sight. “i have a master’s degree in fine arts, the last thing i want to do is be a politician.” the laugh namjoon gave was hollow. 

  “what we would all do to not be trapped here,” murmured jungkook and you almost missed it. 

  your gaze met his and quiet smiles were exchanged. there was an air of comfort grounding the two of you, now that you knew the weight behind those words and jungkook’s sacrifices. you did, however, miss the way namjoon caught this shared smile and turned around, keeping it to himself and letting the moment remain between you two only. 

  xi. the dancefloor

  during salsa night at the saloon, jungkook seemed to be in every corner of the room except yours. it had been a few days since you last saw him, with his latest excuse for the farmhouse being chalking on your silo’s roof. you didn’t even know what that meant, but you stopped arguing the same way he stopped insisting that you didn’t have to make him food. instead, you began texting him about what time he was coming, while he began taking leftovers home, since you always “accidentally” made too much food. 

  you and namjoon continued to chat when jimin breezed by, plopping down beside you. he was sitting off to the side of the dancefloor the entire time, lazily sipping a beer and talking to hoseok.

  “because i would embarrass everyone with my moves,” was jimin’s answer when you asked him why he wasn’t participating.

  namjoon chuckled. “he sounds like he’s joking, but he’s an insane dancer.”

  “it sounds like you’re good at everything, park jimin,” you teased.

  “you know who’s not good at anything?” it seemed like this wasn’t his first beer of the night. “jungkook. he’s horrible at pretending to not look at you. you should go up to him, i think he wants something.”

  there was a sense of confusion, but even with jimin under the influence, you also saw the way namjoon leaned back in his seat. it was as if he was relieved that someone other than himself spoke up about it. turning your head, you immediately caught jungkook’s stare, which he retracted like touching fire. 

  you widened your eyes. “is there something on my face?” 

  “no, you’re just a woman that he likes that’s wearing a nice dress,” jimin deadpanned. 

  “you’re a funny drunk, jimin,” you shook your head, chuckling. what he said didn’t even register in your brain. 

  to your side, namjoon only sighed. he stood up all of a sudden, tugging jimin in the opposite direction. you were confused even more. in a second, jungkook appeared in front of you and your words immediately left your body. 

  “book club over?” he asked, scanning the room to where the others dispersed off to. 

  bewildered at the dissolution of the club meeting, you could only shrug. you weren’t sure what even happened. then, you looked up at him and smiled. 

  you said, “jeon jungkook, you’re not going to embarrass me by asking me to dance, are you?”

  “i would never embarrass you. i’m definitely a much better dancer than you, anyway.” jungkook winked and extended his hand, gesturing for you to join him. 

  without missing a beat, you grabbed his hand and got up from your seat. thankfully, the senior community of the town was loving salsa night and made up most of the crowd. you and jungkook were able to hide your horrible dancing in between the retirees going wild.

𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. @sstrongstyletyle @wobblewobble822@taiwan0618 @seokout @firelcrds @xwniazx

#jungkook fanfic #kpop fanfic #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #bts x reader #bts imagine #bts au #bts series #jungkook imagine #bts imagines #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook au #jungkook scenarios #jungkook x oc #*** / the farmhouse.

[muchosbesitos]

playing roblox with miguel :3

contents: some mild language 🥸

author’s note: i wrote this just for the sake of it so don’t take it too seriously 😭 got like three vc warnings yesterday in cart ride into josh hutcherson 😓

word count: 1.6K

Miguel found himself getting jealous of a sixteen year old kid. And he hated every second of it.

You'd been skipping on spending time with him to spend time with Miles, going from thirty minutes to almost two hours now. And while he knew that you had the right to go out and spend time with your friends, the truth was that your absence was starting to take a toll on him. Which is why he suggested the idea to you just when you were about to leave.

"Would it be an inconvenience if you played with me instead?" He spoke up when your hand touched the door knob, your brows raised in confusion. "I don't think you'd like it too much. But I'd love to play with you. Let me just send a message to Miles," you told him, taking off your jacket and hanging it on the wall hook. After sending a message to miles that you wouldn't be showing up for the daily game sesh, you pulled out your computer and settled down on the couch.

You stifled a laugh when you saw Miguel wearing his glasses, one finger tapping at the screen like a grandpa would do. "Stop laughing and come help me out," he grumbled, looking up from the phone at you. You got up from your spot on the couch, bending down to his level at the kitchen table to look at the phone. "Let me see the phone then," you told him, a dirty look being shot your way. "I'm not completely useless. Just show me how to do it," he responded, already annoyed and he hadn't made an account yet.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, filling out the information that was necessary to make an account. "All you have to do is make a username," you told him, going back to your spot on the couch. A couple minutes later, you received a friend request from 'bigbrain2099.' You scrolled through the games catalog, trying to find something that wouldn't piss him off too badly. "How do you feel about playing 'Da Hood'?" You inquired, a curt nod coming from him, his attention on setting up the voice chat settings.

"Where are you?" He asked after five minutes, running around in circles to look for you. "I'm by the bank. If you want, I'll go look for you," you told him, his fingers already on the controls once more when you finished speaking. You decided to go inside of the bank, punching the money registers while you waited for him to come find you. You went back outside when you saw his avatar come into frame, letting out a small gasp when he got shot. You were about to pick him up so he could heal properly but some headless girl took him away before you had the chance.

"Can you let my boyfriend go, please?" You pleaded with the girl, chasing her down the street. The girl continues running down the streets, going inside one of the houses and locking up the door. "I'll let him go under one condition," the girl spoke from the inside, another gunshot being heard after she finished. "I need a Discord sugar daddy so get him to agree to that and I'll let him go," she added on, your eyes immediately going over to Miguel. You saw the scowl on his face deepen even further, his hands gripping the phone with no remorse.

"Why do you play these games?" He asked you in a meek voice, sounding more disappointed than anything. "They're not that bad, it's just we got into a bad server," you tried to defend yourself, knowing damn well it was always this bad. "I'll give you a hundred thousand if you let him go," you unmuted your mic, speaking to the girl once more. "Broke ass bum. Get your money up," you heard Miguel's voice come from inside of the house, a *twack* being heard afterwards. "Make that 150 for the attitude."

"Pinche gonorrea hijo 'e puta. Me tienen hasta la puta madre," he grumbled, getting shot at for the thousandth time in the span of five minutes. "The way you switch from different types of Spanish is so poetic, truly," you murmured, a small smirk on your face at the glare that he shot you. "¡Coño! Vete a la chingada!" he screamed out once more, getting shot at just when he managed to find you once more. You resisted the urge to laugh so you wouldn't get him even more pissed off, running around to get some food for energy.

"Baby, some girl dressed in a thong killed me," he grumbled, putting the phone down on the table with more force than necessary. He rubbed his eyes as he waited for his character to respawn, a laugh threatening to come out of your chest at the sight. "I'll give you the money to get a gun once you come and find me again," you told him, watching his avatar come into sight after a couple seconds. The two of you ran into the armory, dropping some cash onto the floor for him to grab. "Do I step on it or just click on it?" he murmured to himself, doing both just to be safe.

He went back to find the girl, unable to get over the fact that he'd been killed by someone's e-kitten. "Please, I'm sorry! Your voice just sounded so hot when you were cursing," the girl pleaded, using an over exaggerated soft voice. You glanced over at Miguel, shooting the girl in the back of the head. "Too bad that he's my boyfriend," you grumbled, letting Miguel take the reign and shoot her. Gunshot after gunshot came, his frustrations being taken out on her. The girl began to crawl away once Miguel stopped shooting, being stopped by his avatar stomping down on her.

"Let's go play something else. I can't handle any more comments about my voice," he spoke up, looking over at you. You shrugged, exiting the game and scrolling through some more of the games that were available. You ended up choosing a candy land obby that seemed pretty easy, Miguel joining you a couple seconds later. You'd underestimated the size of his hands compared to the phone, his fingers making it impossible for him to move with the agility that the game required. Every time he kept getting close to making the jump on the first stage, he kept falling.

"Dawg, what the hell?!" He screamed, his voice booming in the apartment when he fell off once more. He slammed the phone against the kitchen table, taking a couple seconds to take a breather before he picked up the phone once more. If it weren't for the fact that you seemed to really enjoy playing these games, he would've rage quit by now. "Ay bendita sea," he grumbled once more, falling just as soon as he made it past the second stage. "You can do it, baby," you cheered him on as you waited for him on the platform, having made the jump a couple minutes prior.

Miguel had finally managed to make the jump onto the platform, having to use just the tip of his finger so he wouldn't slide off when he got pushed off by someone behind him. "What the fuck is your problem?!" He screamed at the avatar who pushed him off once he came back, a kid's voice coming in through the other end. "My mom said you're not supposed to cuss," the boy told him, your lips pursed as you suppressed a laugh. The kid didn't sound any older than 5. "Your mom probably doesn't even like you. You probably ruined her every dream and aspiration just by being born," he grumbled, your eyes darting up to him.

"I don't know what asparation means, anyways my mom died last week," the kid's voice coming back, sounding a bit like he was holding back tears. "The point still remains," you'd expected Miguel to apologize to the kid, not double down on the insult. "MIGUEL! He's sorry, he didn't mean that. Aren't you?" You spoke up, unmuting your mic as you gave Miguel a glare. "Sorry," he mumbled, his voice doing nothing to mask the irritation he was wielding. He raised his hands up in his defense at your glare, his attention back on his phone after a couple seconds.

You figured Miguel left the game on accident after that, waiting for him in the stage that the two of you had left on. Your attention was ripped away from the computer when you heard a shatter on the floor, looking over to see Miguel’s chest heaving as he stomped on the phone. The pieces of the phone clattered with every step that he took, his scowl deepening further with every second that passed. "What'd the phone do?!" You exclaimed, standing up from your spot on the couch and walking over to him slowly.

"Pinche escuincle got me banned," he grumbled, taking his feet off the phone once he was satisfied with the destruction of it. (fucking brat) "Was breaking your phone really necessary?" You inquired, your mouth shutting when his gaze came back to you. "I don't know why you like playing such stress inducing games. The only reason I did all this stupid shit was because I missed spending time with you," he told you, his breathing coming back to normal as he gripped one of the kitchen chairs. "Hey, it's okay. Maybe next time we'll just play Hello Kitty tycoon," you mumbled, bringing him close to you for a hug.

#muchosbesitos #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel x y/n #miguel x you #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #spiderman atsv #miguel 2099 #miguel fic #miguel x reader #miguel ohara #miguel imagine #miguel fanfic #spiderman across the spiderverse #miguel ohara spiderman #miguel o’hara spiderman 2099 #spiderman #roblox #miguel o’hara drabble #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara fic #miguel atsv #miguel o’hara across the spider verse #miguel o’hara x you #drabble

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

We got to see Crewel’s reaction towards his pup proposing to her mate. So, what would be his reaction to hearing he’s going to be a grandpa to with each suitor. I know he’ll be too happy to have grandpups from Vil or a heart attack with Leona and Silver, since he has to deal with Lillia more.

Yandere Father Crewel’s Reaction to Grandpups 

In general, he’s conflicted between being overwhelmingly joyous and incredibly mortified. His baby now has babies!!! What!? Depending on who’s your baby daddy he’s leaning towards one or the other:

Vil Schoenheit

“Awww such beautiful grandpuppies!”

He’s crying in private 

Both in happiness and in realization of your growth (and his own)

Looking at the twins’ faces makes it easier 

The little bits of your attitude or appearance helps him forget what had to be done to get them

“I’ll look past it for the sake of the pups but this doesn’t make you anymore of her guardian than I.”

“You’re exactly right. I’m simply a fellow protector and compliment to her beauty and happiness. Isn’t it best that we stay on the best of terms in order for us to do our duties effectively?”

“...hmmm…I don’t disagree. So yes let’s work in harmony on her behalf.”

Leona Kingscholar

“Of all the motley–grr! Stop smirking like that! Humble yourself for once in your despicable life!”

Leona’s willingness to spur your father on in his raging only makes it worse

The moment you and your new little one are out of the room 

He’s trying to at least instill a smidge of guilt or fear of him to ensure Crewel is given due respect as your father

But Leona will never submit and he’s intent on making your father explode before giving the old man peace

“Baba, why is Babu so red?”

“Oh? It’s cause he’s trying to push out a poop. You know what that’s like right? You should go comfort him.”

“Right! *runs to Crewel* Babu! Its okay you can let it all out whenever you’re ready!”

“T-thanks pup.”

He’s promises to kill Leona for embarrassing him in front of his grandpup

Silver

“Whooo already?! I’m so proud! Now when will we be getting the next batch!?”

“On the spots of a dalmatian please don’t…I can’t take it anymore!”

Don’t get him wrong he loves his grandpuppies 

But he’s just exhausted 

If his hair wasn’t white already it would become so very soon

The stress of having to give you away 

Only to be succeeded by the existence of his little grandpuppies

All the while having to deal with his ‘Granddad Best Buddy’ that has attached himself to his side

He’s just so fed up he doesn’t have time to directly hate on Silver

Who doesn’t always understand his malice anyway

So instead he’ll curse the fae general in his stead

But he’s just screaming into the void because Lilia lovingly ignores any protest he has

“Can’t you understand?! I don’t wish to spend the day with you or your child, I just want to spend the day with my daughter and grandpups!”

“Ahh so you want to let the two love-birds have a night to themselves? What a great idea! Will take the kiddies for the day! Oooh where should we go? The amusement park? The park? Your house-?”

“Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo”

#yandere vil schoenheit #yandere vil x reader #yandere papacrewel #yandere papa crewel #yandere papa lilia #yandere daddy crewel #yanderes crewel daughter #crewel daughter reader #crewel divus #vil schoenheit #yandere leona kingscholar #yandere leona kingscholar x reader #yandere leona x reader #yandere leona #yandere silver twisted wonderland #yandere silver x reader #yandere silver #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere twisted wonderland

[salaimoi]

first story from my new, ongoing series: talk to me nice. feel free to leave any constructive criticism! (I can handle it, unlike Gojo)

"Look, I didn't ask for your stupid advice, so don't pretend like you know everything."

Gojo hissed at you, nearly popping a vein from how smug you were being right now.

The only thing you suggested was that he stop dressing like somebody’s grandpa all the time – he had a physique carved by the gods themselves, why not put it to use? Such a waste, honestly.

"Mm~ whatever. So sassy," you replied, followed by an eye roll violent enough to nearly cause your eyes to fall clean off your skull. “Ever heard of constructive criticism?”

"Yeah, yeah. You know, instead of just giving me advice all the time, why don't you compliment me for once? You know, say something nice about me — it's not that hard. "

"Me? Compliment you? Gojo please. Unless you wire me every single yen in your bank account, you won't hear a single praise come out of this mouth.”

Even though he himself felt very frustrated right now, he couldn't stop himself from enjoying the banter – so much so that he would begin to grin as he tried to control himself from bursting out laughing. You were playing a dangerous game here because he could actually make this deal happen, and you were perfectly aware of that — but despite that, you were still trying to push his buttons and he’d make you eat your words because of it.

"You know what, I think I will actually do just that. So let me ask you, what happens when I send over every yen in my bank account, will you genuinely compliment yours truly?" he smirks in that usual arrogant manner, growing more and more interested by the second. "I better get my money’s worth, you know."

Still thinking he was bluffing, you replied, "Obviously. But you only get one compliment."

"Humm~ fine, and it better be the most heart shattering compliment in the history of compliments — soul crushing even. Now, I'll go ahead and transfer you the money," he paused for a moment before remembering something rather important. 

"I need your bank account number to wire the money."

"W-wait … you're not serious are you?”

"Why would I lie? I’m serious about this and you'll also be serious about your part, got it? So I need that bank account number now."

"Are you insane!? I was only kidding, genius!"

"Maybe I am, but I'm doing this because I really want your compliment. So don't try to discourage me because for every minute we spend arguing here, I'm losing my patience.”

And it wasn’t like he needed your flattery; he just wanted to hear you sing his praises as a contrast to your usual behavior. You were always so cold and apathetic around him, but he knew that wasn’t the real you — and he took it upon himself to reveal the side you buried under that stoic facade. 

“So just tell me your bank account number and I'm going to transfer the money to your account right now — the full 59 billion."

Your body froze in utter shock as you realized he was dead serious. Straightening yourself on the mattress, your mouth hung wide open — staring at him in disbelief. The realization of it all was enough to cause one of your eyes to twitch in perplexity.

"Gojo you must've lost your mind if you think I'm gonna accept that,” you scoffed at how insufferable he really was, but secretly loving every second of it. "Who in their right mind would spend ¥59 billion on one compliment?"

"Only people who can afford it, of course,” he smirks cynically, tossing his phone up into the air just for it to land right back onto his palm. “If you ask me, ¥59 billion is too small a price for a compliment directly out of that pretty mouth of yours.” 

“You’re insufferable. For fucks sake, you should have a mental disorder named after you.”

“But you can't actually deny that I'm pretty charming, can you? You might not show a hint of  affection, but I think it's pretty obvious that you like my insufferable attitude. Or are you gonna deny that you don't?"

He unlocked his phone, opening the banking app and going into the transfer section.

You didn’t hesitate to smack the phone out of his hand, causing it to fall down on the bed. 

"Satoru, are you even listening to me!!??"

"Heh~ you're actually quite impressive when you finally get serious. You were really quick there with that tiny hand of yours.”

“This tiny hand of mine will be enclosing around your neck until you’re out of oxygen if you continue to act like an unsupervised child with access to money.”

His expression was thoughtful for a few seconds before he pointed at you, flashing his pearly whites.

"You know, you're actually pretty attractive when you get all aggressive like that. It really looks cute on you. I don't know if I can actually handle someone who's this much of a pain in the ass but still has a cute side to her."

He chortles, leaning back on the headboard before continuing, "See? That’s how you compliment someone, wasn’t that hard now was it? Now you do it.”

Your eyes narrow, two fingers rubbing at your temples as you contemplate the situation.

"You know what. Fine. If you want to recklessly spend your money like this, I'll give you what you want. No comment until I see that money in my bank account, though."

This reply made him burst out laughing, his grin becoming a bit bigger and he began to speak with a playful tone.

"Alright, if you say so. But just remember, it'll be too late to back out after I've already sent the money…”

[One new notification: direct deposit from Gojo Satoru received. New balance: ¥59,000,000,000.024.]

"..."

“Don’t you have anything to say?”

"...you have nice eyes?"

"..."

"..."

“I want a refund right this instant, y/n.”

#✰ gojodagoat is online #talk to me nice 𐙚🧸ྀི #ALSO FIRST TIME USING Y/N I FEEL SO WEIRD #help idk how to feel about the dialogue colors😭😭 #for some reason I feel like it’s overwhelming?! #what do we think?? #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru fluff #jujutsu kaisen satoru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satorugojo #satoru gojo

[tsutkomi]

No One Cares (Sanemi x Reader!) Part 1

Fandom: Demon Slayer

Character: Sanemi Shinazugawa

“𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭?!”

≪ ◦ ❖ ◦ ≫

Warning! Mentions of abuse, violence, angst.

You never understood why he talked to you the way he did.

Then again, he remembered everything.

Just like you did. How you would walk up to him with aching bruises on your face and arms. Dried tears down your cheeks but you held a smile laughing at him. He wouldn’t say anything when you and him were younger. As you both grew older…You couldn’t feel every hit that they gave you…but you felt every hit that he did. His words stung every time you came to him like that.

Why did he speak to you that way?

Did he not know how much the words that spewed from his mouth mean to you? How, no matter what they said to you—his was more important?

What happened? What did you do? Why did he suddenly hate you? What happened to your best friend…

≪ ◦ ❖ ◦ ≫

“Y/n.”

You thoughts were stopped by a familiar monotone voice.

“Yes, Giyu?”

“You were staring again. Were you listening to me?”

You’d talk to Giyu on your off days when you’re weren’t working. Surprisingly, you met him after encountering a demon while walking home. He saved you and ever since you’ve dedicated your time to him. He looked like he had no one to talk to, so you figured why not be the one to speak to him.

“Uhhh…no I wasn’t. Sorry about that..” you said as you turned to the ground, face turning a bright pink.

He stared at you for a few seconds before setting down the lunch you made for him. “You’ve been drifting a lot lately. Is everything alright?”

Uh oh. You knew you couldn’t lie to this man. He read your body and emotions like a book. For someone who barely made a face himself, he knew a lot about emotions.

You glanced at him quickly before sitting up straight. “No! Just got a lot on my mind is all—you know from my grandpas shop! All these expenses and stuff getting in the way and—”

“Is this about Shinazugawa?”

Dammit.

Your attempt was absolutely futile.

With a heavy sigh, you turned to him in utter disappointment. “Yes..how did you know?”

For what felt like hours of his staring, Giyu finally picked up his lunch and continued eating. Your body ran hot and stomach was tight. You never talked to Giyu fully about how you knew who he was or how you even knew anything about slayers. You accidentally spilled it out that you knew Sanemi and he was in utter shock that a woman even knew of the white hair gremlin. He thought Sanemi ran all women away with his tyrant attitude. Once he figured out you both were childhood friends, Giyu’s approach to you was different.

“…Just a guess. Why don’t you just speak to him?”

You tried.

“I don’t know…I guess I’m just nervous.”

Giyu was silent. He continued to eat his food while staring at nothing. He didn’t know why you persisted to lie to him, but he felt it was because maybe you were uncomfortable about the topic. Or just about Sanemi all together. “You should speak with him.”

“But I—”

“And not with desperation.”

….

Desperate. Giyu thinks you’re desperate. Maybe you are. Maybe you are desperate. You’ve tried so many times, but it was like a invisible force was stopping you every-time. Maybe his own force. His rude and blunt force.

“Giyu…I’ve tried. But he talks to me as if I’m so small to him…”

Making a unknown face, Giyu turns to you fully with a cheek full of food. Swallowing it down, he gently folds up his napkin and trashes the rest. “Aren’t you used to him speaking like that? He is always dismissive to anyone that speaks to him.” You watch as Giyu then stands slowly disposing of the wrap, and cleaning off his hands before placing them on his sword. He turns to you with a empty stare.

“W-well yes but he wasn’t always like that! He used to be very sweet..but..”

What explanation could you possibly give to him? You didn’t know either..one day he was sweet like he always was—-smiling and laughing with you or at you. Then…

“He disappeared. I haven’t seen him for a long time…my grandpa told me some kind of incident happened..and I never saw him again for some years..I met him again after he saved some of the villagers around here. He didn’t even look my way…I’ve just been following him..I guess he got tired of me.”

Looking up from your sob story, you finally made eye contact with Giyu, who finally peeled his gaze from the sky. His face was unreadable but his eyes told he knew something. You couldn’t help but squint and point towards him. “What’s the look for?”

Nothing.

“What? Do you know something?!”

Nothing.

“Are you listening to me?! Stop staring into my soul! It’s creepy!”

Some silence before he finally stood dusting off his haori.

“Don’t worry about it..you’ll be fine. Just try what I said and keep trying. He will get tired of you and eventually fold.” Utter confusion fill your mind and you watched as he picks up his signature blade, setting it on his left hip. ‘Well that doesn’t help at all.’

“Go home. It’s getting dark.”

You then watched as he turned his back towards you back to the path from where he came. You always looked to Giyu for anything but you’ve learned he’s not good at romance. But you just couldn’t help this aching feeling in your chest and stomach.

Your skin burned so bad as if you were a demon in the sunlight. It just didn’t feel right when you were around him…like you didn’t belong there anymore. Like you were invading his space. You always invaded his space.

No stop. You’ll think about it later. I mean who cares? So what your best friend end in the entire world suddenly stops talking to you and the last time he did it was a insult! You always gotta look toward the future right?

‘Right Sanemi?…’

I mean seriously, who cares?

I do…

To be continued…

#demon slayer #kny sanemi #sanemi x reader #sanemi headcanons #sanemi x y/n #kimetsu no yaiba sanemi #kny fanfic #kny oc #kny headcanons #shinazugawasanemi #sanemi shinazugawa #shinazugawa x reader #kimetsu giyuu #giyuu tomioka #kny #kny angst

[kachowder]

I am already in love with the pink lemonade cowboy 🥰😍

Vampire!Cowboy! Yandere x GN! Reader

——————-(<3)—————

A/n: I do not condone yandere behavior, this is purely fictional. This will be a short series. If you want to see what our yandere looks like you can see him here <3 also this technically isn’t a slow burn but the juicy stuff will show up in part 2

Part 1

——————————————————-

The rain thudded dully against the roof of your old rusty car. Your windshield wipers squeaked across your windows, flinging off thin sheets of water that blurred the dark road in front of you. Puddles reflected in your single headlight.

You’re grandfather was a cruel man.

As sweet as honey, you loved your grandfather dearly. He was always especially generous on the holidays.

But he was cruel. Because while he was on his “retirement vacation”, he left his massive farm in your care.

You! The grandchild who hadn’t done a lick of farm work in their entire life! Hell the closest thing to a farm you’d ever been to was a petting zoo when you were- what 6??

How were you expected to do anything remotely useful! In fact you were 90% sure that these crops and animals would be dead and gone within a week under your care.

But ohoho! Lucky you! You grandfather has a helper on the farm! A complete Fucking stranger who you’d never met before was going to be sharing a house with you for the next 6 weeks! Thank you grandpa! Love you SOO much!

You did love him. But you were irritated and you felt like you had a right to be so! He dropped this bombshell on you, not even asking if you had any plans!

Which you didn’t but that wasn’t the point!

Plans could’ve popped up at any moment!

With a very stressed sigh you pulled your beaten up car into the drive way of the rustic red farm house. Your engine wheezed with exhaust as your wheels rolled to a bumpy stop on the wet pavement. It took about 5 hours to drive to where your grandpa lived. Which meant you couldn’t just stay at your house and visit everyday to water the animals and feed the crops or whatever.

You physically had to stay here.

I mean it was a paid vacation but come on! You’d rather be working at the café than on a farm! At least you knew what you were doing there!

You let your head fall softly against the steering wheel, sighing again at your circumstances.

“Whatever. No use in complaining now.”

“Probably not kid.”

“Holy Sh-!”

The violent sound of your car horn scattered birds and animals for miles. Though there were few to begin with in this dreary weather. The stranger who had peered through your open window winced, covering his ears with a snarl.

“Oh shit- i am so sorry you just- actually- no what the fuck you scared the shit out of me!”

Typically you weren’t one to point fingers but you were in a particularly bad mood today so you felt that it was justified. Plus he did scare you!

The strangers lips twisted into a grimace, and you felt your body sending various warning signals when his turquoise irises narrowed down on your figure. Jeez this dude had a judgmental stare. You prayed this guy wasn’t your grandfathers “help”.

The mystery man clicked his tongue. “You the old mans grandkid?”

Fuck

You glared deeply at the totally not gorgeous cowboy, “..and I suppose you’re his “helper”?”

The stranger didn’t seem to take very kindly to your attitude, what with the way he leaned his head a little further into your car window to stare you down.

You had half the nerve to try and close it on him but the dumb thing was a window crank and you wouldn’t have gotten it up in time anyway.

“The names Micah. Your pops calls me Mickey. It’s either Micah or Mic to you, kid.”

Asshole!

“I’m pretty sure we’re the same age Mickey.”

He didn’t respond to that, merely pulling himself out of the car with a deep exhale.

He backed up slightly from the vehicle, you assumed to wait for you to get out, but when he lifted his boot up you got a little more worried

“Hey what’re you-“

With a sharp kick, Mickey smashed his boot into the lower side of your car door causing it to shoot open like a spring lock. Aka causing you to flop out onto your ass with a loud cuss.

Crying out you scowled deeply at the cowboy who didn’t even bother to send you a snarky look in return.

You could feel the water drizzling through your hair and clothes.

Looking painfully disinterested, the redhead(?) began walking away from your slowly soaking form. Leaving you to bring in your luggage. In the rain.

“I thought cowboys were supposed to be friendly or something..” you growled somewhat pitifully into the empty cold rain.

Glancing down at your wet knees you sighed, beginning to pick yourself off the ground, in hopes to spare a little of your own dignity.

Though it was for not when you felt your non grippy shoes slide against a stray patch of mud.

You didn’t have time to do much more than gasp when you felt yourself fall forward, only to land into a surprisingly secure and- kinda cold, set of arms.

Your breathed deeply for a moment, pulling back to stare at Mickey, who’s own eyes peered down at you from the brim of his now spotted hat.

You didn’t want to acknowledge the size of his forearms, or how you could feel practically everything under that flimsy wife beater he wore despite the weather.

You swore you heard him mumble something along the lines of “city folk”, but you became too distracted when noticing the purple spotted umbrella that now shade the two of you from the rain.

“Oh..”

You think you finally saw a small smile on the cowboys lips.

“Still thinkin I ain’t nice?”

You flushed, mostly in embarrassment at the fact that he heard you.

“Ah dip, you heard that?”

His laugh was fucking hot dude.

“You’d be surprised on how much I can hear, Kid.”

“Creepy but okay.”

Mickey laughed again though a bit shorter this time before propping you back up. You swore you heard a deep inhale, but you weren’t sure due to the sound of rain pelting the umbrella and car.

“Why don’t you head inside. I’ll grab your luggage.”

“Oh no, I can take care of it-“

The man glared at you, though you felt it was considerably less hostile than it had been originally.

“Just get in or else the foods gon’ get cold.”

Food?

“Say less!”

You had half a mind to be embarrassed when Mickey laughed at the sight of you practically skipping up to the porch and through the rustic door.

—————————————-

There was a loud and aggressive knocking at your door.

You decided being cruel was a country thing.

Because while Mickey had been sweet enough to make you dinner last night and breakfast this morning, he also rudely woke you up at the ass crack of dawn and kicked you out into the field to help with the chores.

Now mind you, typically you were a morning person! A go-getter of sorts! But the sun wasn’t even awake yet! So why were you out here picking peas, tomatoes, squash, peppers and so on, when you could be sleeping peacefully, cozied up in the slightly itchy and heavy wool sheets of your guest bed! Something about “the morning dew” apparently.

You weren’t even sure how Mic got in your room after you didn’t respond, seeing as you were once again, 90% sure you locked the door. Then again, the food he made practically sent you into a coma once you were done.

You weren’t sure if it was coincidence or not, but Micah had made all your favorite foods that evening. You wanted to assume your pa had told him, but you didn’t believe for a second that, that rude cowboy would go out of his way to make your favorite foods for you.

Especially considering he didn’t eat any of it.

All he had was this weird cup of, what you could only assume was wine or cranberry juice and a few pieces of a steak he popped in the oven.

This guy was weird.

“Hey kid! You done pickin or are your city hands to sensitive to finish the job?”

Speak of the bastard and he will come! Unfuckenfortunately

Your scowl was probably noticeable from a mile away, and especially from where the tall country man stood, given his smug grin as he walked over to examine your work.

He whistled mockingly, freaky blue-green eyes scanning your baskets.

“Not bad, for city folk anyway. But here.-“ crouching down in front of you the, ginger(?) reached his rough hands out and softly pulled the baskets from your arms.

“You wanna keep your herbs separated from each other. Some of them are harder to tell from others and you don’t wanna go mixin them up.”

You watched quietly, mostly in your own mental brooding, as he carefully separated the different herbs and spices from each other. His hands were large, but you noticed how precise he seemed to be. He had to have been working here quite sometime, cuz you couldn’t tell much of a difference between half of the things he was organizing.

“There we go.” His voice was soft this morning. Blending in with the sound of the faint winds, and the after rain dripping from the gutters and into the soil. It was still too early for the birds to be chirping. The sun still had yet to rise but the stars gave just enough light to see the gentle gaze the farm boy had set on you.

This moment of silence was odd for you. Especially given the two of you bickering since your arrival yesterday. This guy before you made no sense. Like a switch, he was harsh and snappy, and then gentle and calm. Caring almost. At times he almost acted like he’d known you for years. Though that seemed to mostly happen when he was doing something around the farm.

Caught up in your own thoughts, you missed the way Mickeys eyes were burning into you. They moved languidly over your figure, taking in your attire, dressed more warmly for the morning chill. Nearly every part of you was covered.

Except your neck. You had forgotten to pack a scarf apparently.

The pale man’s jaw clenched tightly, his shoulders tensing before he scowled and stood up, interrupting the once peaceful atmosphere.

“Get up. We still have work to do.”

His tone was cold and biting like the morning. Your breath came out in foggy puffs. But his didn’t. At least you couldn’t see it from where you were.

You watched with furrowed brows knit confusion as the cowboys boots carried him into the farmhouse, right as the first rays of the sun stretched over the country side and bled into the fields.

What was his deal?

For the rest of the day, Mickey seemed to be adamant about being as big of a thorn in your side as possible. Barking at you to hurry up. Scowling at you when you slipped or did something even slightly wrong.

Perfectionist asshole.

He also seemed to be avoiding looking at you.

At least directly. Every time you turned to yell at him, or glare, his back was always turned or his head was to the side, seeming adamant on not meeting your eyes.

Moody much?

The only time he did look at you was when he thought you weren’t looking. ‘Specially when you were moving heavy objects and you had to take off your jacket so you wouldn’t drown in your own sweat.

To some extent you prided your self on your work. You weren’t lazy by any means, and actually considered yourself a fairly hard worker, if the muscles of your forearms were any indication. You weren’t ripped. But it was something right?

You assumed that Mic agreed, though granted he could’ve just been comparing yours to his own massive forearms. But with the way his eyes were trailing all over you and zoning in on your barren arms and shoulders, You were almost flattered!

Almost. If the same guy who was checking you out wasn’t also being bloody ruthless with the chores. You got a few scrapes and bruises by that time noon, and you practically fell into the rickety kitchen dining chairs.

“Holy fucking shit I’ve never moved that much in my entire life..” a pain groaned poured from your lips as your aching muscles strained with your body heaving itself upwards.

Mickey let out a soft scoff at the sound, though still considerably gentler than he had been all morning, as he placed a very aesthetic sand-which In front of you.

Your stomach growled particularly loud at the sight, and with new found energy you picked up the scrumptious food with a grateful thanks and began eating.

Mickey, once again, without a lunch of his own opted to watch you openly instead. His belt buckle jeans pressed into the kitchen counter top, muscular arms propping himself up against it.

He watched quietly, and you would’ve been freaked out if you weren’t so damn tired.

“There’s still more to do. We haven’t gotten to the animals yet. And the roof on the barn needs leak repairs.”

You choked.

Hacking violently you smacked your chest before unlodging the piece of fresh bread from your throat.

Gulping water quickly you exhaled and turned to look at the cowboy in what you hoped was a glare, but was more accurately a very pathetic frown.

“I-!” You opened your mouth to argue before closing it softly with a tired sigh.

You’d complained enough today.

Mickey had been doing this kind of work for who knows how long, and he was going out of his way to accommodate your pace, though not by much, and was even making you food. It felt rude to comparing at this point.

You just hoped that if you died from exhaustion Mickey wouldn’t use your body as fertilizer.

So with a resigned groan you sat up after finishing your delicious sandwich. “..Yeah, okay.” You mumbled, getting ready to move to the trash can and toss out the crumbs and paper, but a large pale hand forced you back into your seat, without much pressure given how tired your body already was.

You gazed at Mickey curiously.

The tall cowboy looked down at you firmly, his expression odd as he scanned your bruises and sweaty face. Sighing completely inaudibly before reaching into his back pocket and placing a tube of some kind of muscle cream and a pack of wraps.

“Go upstairs and run yourself a warm bath. You stink and the water will help relax your muscles so they wont hurt as much tomorrow. You can spend the rest of the day doing whatever you need to do, but I expect you down here and out at the gate by 5 to bring in the cattle. Got it?”

You were stunned. The smile that worked its way on your face seemed to embarrass the farmer slightly as he turned away from you with folded arms and a grumpy frown.

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m only letting you off because at this point you’ll slow me down more than anything. I don’t need a clumsy city kid messing up my work.”

You chose to ignore the bastards insults in favor of gently placing your arm on his lower bicep.

“Thanks Mic.”

You missed the deep inhale and weird glow of the cowboys eyes that followed you up the stairs and into your bedroom.

“…..”

It was good to see you hadn’t changed much.

#yandere #yandere cowboy #yandere vampire #yandere x reader #x reader #yandere oc #Micah/Mickey oc #part 1

[creepling]

🎓 for an education-themed headcanon for any of the family members, I’m super curious abt ur headcanons for whether any of them went to school / college or anything like that!! oooh and what type of clique they’d have been in if u wanna!’ <3

idk if this will be controversial to say, but my headcanon is that most of the family is illiterate. this mostly applies to the cook, bubba and nubbins. my thought process is that they have basic literary skills, but they were pulled out of school early to work in the slaughterhouse and bring more money into the home. they never went past high school and grandpa sure as hell wasn't encouraging learning in the house, just kill kill kill!! bubba had a hard time at school so he was pulled out earlier, since they gave up on him before giving him a chance due to their attitudes of disabilities at the time. hence why he is still non vocal.

johnny and sissy had a slightly better chance at education. nancy forbidded johnny attending dances/homecomings bc it "involved girls". sissy really hated school and did everything to avoid it, pretending she was heading off but spending the whole day wandering around a field. sissy, however, was the best performing out of all the members despite her horrible attendence. she got good grades in english from her neat handwriting and storytelling, but her grammar and spelling brought her down to an average grade. johnny never played in team sports, but his best subject was gym, and the coach tried to get him to join the track team. johnny never signed up because he thought stuff like that was for "try hards". i also headcanon johnny and sissy were dropouts and never graduated; to the rest of the town, they just fell from the face of the earth.

discregarding all that for a moment i wanna do cliques bc it's fun!!!

young!cook: teacher's pet. not a genius but he loves maths and desperately tried to emulate the popular kids and their 'polished' looks. spoke highly of teachers and students alike, but people thought he was a suck-up and a bit annoying.

nubbins: artsy kid. spends lunch time in the art classroom and makes sculptures. he's also a little bit of a drifter, he's had a hand at every group but gave up when he became a laughing stock to most of them. desperately wants to be a class clown but he just weirds people out.

young!nancy: overachiever/popular. done a lot of masking and covert narcissism so people could like her. wanted to be the smartest, prettiest, funniest, kindest person in the room. and it worked, but resulted in her only 'peaking' in high school.

bubba: the 'invisible' kid. eats lunch with the teachers, no one knows his name or talks to him. also the bully target until they discovered he had the strength of a bull, so they don't mess with him now. spends most of his time by himself, people watching.

sissy: mix of stoner/loner. not open to making friends and avoids socialising as much as possible because no one 'gets her'. considered an 'ugly duckling' in high school. hippie is obvious but i think this is something she grew into when she dropped-out and started hitchiking.

johnny: greaser/bully. a total slacker and hard-head. picks on the little man and speaks ill of the popular kids, everyone is his worst enemy. got attention from girls if they were into the 'bad boy', and he took advantage of it. always getting detention, failing his classes, counting the days when he can leave.

#took me a while to think about this bc the family are just like a bunch of himbos/bimbos to me #they're a lil stupid but that's why i love them!! #tcm game #texas chainsaw massacre #tcm headcanons #johnny slaughter #sissy slaughter #drayton sawyer #nubbins sawyer #bubba sawyer #nancy slaughter #asks #requests

[hellojusthereforabit-blog]

Jason Todd Drabble: Birthday

You had gotten up early.

5:29 am, to be exact. You had a plan, and you were going to execute it perfectly.

Absolutely nothing could go wrong today.

Skipping breakfast, you brought out the ingredients you carefully hid on the lower shelves, the ones Jason usually ignored unless he was taking the trash out.

Jason and you were...complicated. Not together, that's for sure. The official term for it was "close friend", but there were moments in your friendship when you felt a need to be incredibly closer.

It made you feel guilty, like you were using his friendship for your own nefarious reasons- but you could also never tell if he felt something too. But he let you crash at his place for a few weeks after a break in at your old building, and you were trying to stay as normal as possible.

Today was his birthday.

Grandpa, you snort.

3 hours later, you had made breakfast, a cake, balloons, and your own personal present, carefully wrapped and topped with a red ribbon.

I'm fuckin' adorable

You had even called Alfred, to let him know that the two of you would be dropping by the manor later on. Alfred had thanked you- and he sounded sincere- something about bringing him back out here.

You knew Jason had a rough patrol. You knew you had to let him sleep a bit more, but the sight of the gifts you'd prepared for Jason and your optimism for the day had you shaking with excitement.

Before tiptoeing to Jason's room, you locked yourself in the bathroom and made yourself look presentable. It was in these moments that you could most objectively see your obvious attraction to Jason. Best friends didn't spend an hour in the bathroom perfecting every hair on their head.

You told yourself that it was out of respect. You wouldn't want to seem like a mess on Jason's birthday.

Choosing not to over-do it, you left the Pj set on, and carefully made your way to Jason's half-closed door.

There was a halo of sunlight around Jason's peaceful face, highlighting the pure white streak of hair at the front of his head.

He looked as relaxed as you'd ever seen him. He looked as young as any 24-year-old deserves.

You couldn't help a small smile as you approached him.

"Jason" you whispered, "It's me." You warned softly, no sudden movements, having learned from your mistakes from the past.

Jason didn't react, so you gently laid your palm on his face and ran your thumb over the jagged "J" scar on his cheek.

You shuddered at the thought of what this man has been through.

You knew in your heart that you would have never made it as far as he did. You would have ended it yourself.

Jason stirred, interrupting your train of thought before it got too out of hand.

Always saving me, you thought.

Jason let out a loud groan, shutting his eyes against the sunlit room.

You watched in amusement as he peeked one eye open, taking you in.

"What?" he croaked, clearly not a morning person. Jason propped himself on one elbow and observed your face- ever the detective's son.

You ignored his negative attitude and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

"Happy Birthday, Jay Jay" you said softly, not wishing to disturb the serenity of the morning.

Jason floped down on the bed with a groan.

"Don't do that", you laughed. You grabbed a pillow and smacked it down on his face. "I said HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAY JAY" you yelled, albeit more aggressively this time. Jason reached over and grabbed your arms, trying to get the pillow away from you. Some fearsome vigilante he is.

Somehow you end up straddling him on top of the blanket, and Jason finally wrenched the pillow away from you.

"I'm up, I'm up" he said, running a hand down the side of his face.

You felt yourself warm at the sound of his deep, husky morning voice.

Jason noticed your sudden silence and looked up.

Messy bed hair, white hair streak peeking out haphazardly, face still relaxed from the sleep he finally managed to catch, lips stretched wide in a killer grin.

God, he's perfect.

"C'mon, I made breakfast" you urged him, knowing Jason hates birthdays.

You hoped to change that soon.

#jason todd #red hood #gotham #batman #alfred pennyworth #arkham knight #arkhamverse #drabble #jason x reader

[rozcdust]

Mockingbird

Pairing: Shinichiro Sano x F!Reader

Genre: Crack, fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Canon divergent, OOC, mentions of child neglect

You were born rotten, but he had a chance.

pt. 1 | previous | playlist

Shinichiro sat down cross legged as he worked, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his forearm, biting his lip nervously.

He was worried about you.

He hadn’t seen you in a week, not so long of a time, but still long enough that he was starting to miss you, even if you gave him a valid reason for your absence with a polite apology.

You didn’t go into too many details, but apparently, it was a mix of working two jobs and something happened with your father and your brother that you had to sort out, and while Shinichiro understood, it still made him feel both anxious and boiling with rage.

Shitty parents could mean a lot of different things for a lot of different people, but for you to move out and take a kid with you at 18, he assumed it must have been bad. You didn’t speak of your childhood often, but you have told him that much.

He admired you for it, honestly. It was something he himself would have never done if he had any choices, even if he was in a similar situation to your own, he still had his grandpa to help.

To raise a kid all by yourself seemed terrifying to him.

Shinichiro got broken out of his thoughts, flinching at the feeling of a soft kiss on the back of his neck, managing to hit his head on the hand clutch of the motorcycle he was fixing.

He relaxed when he heard your soft laugh behind him, turning to glance, mildly annoyed, at your sugar sweet, smug expression.

“I guess we’re even now when it comes to sneaking up factor.”

“How are we even? I got hurt both times!” Pouting, he perked up when you leaned down and kissed the spot that he managed to bump, leaning into your touch as your palm gently pressed against his cheek.

He jumped when the realisation of his appearance hit him, rushing to the sink in the corner of his shop to wash away the grease, glancing at you in surprise.

“What are you even doing here? I don’t look presentable in the slightest.”

You rolled your eyes, sighing as you leaned on one of the fixed motorcycles, arms crossed and eyes sparking in amusement.

“I came here to teach your brother muay thai, but Mansaku said he hasn’t come back from school yet.”

Shinichiro’s mouth formed an ‘O’ as he nodded in understanding, drying off his hands on a shockingly clean towel considering the state of the place.

You almost wrinkled your nose, used to cold and clinical cleanliness both in your own home and in the workplace, but then again, could you judge?

Your job is to repeatedly stab people for a living, his is to fix bikes and cars.

He pulled you out of your thoughts as his arms wrapped around your waist, shyly and slowly, as he nuzzled his nose into your cheek, planting a kiss there.

“Missed you.” He smiled, politely batting his eyelashes like a puppy begging for a treat.

You raised an eyebrow.

“What do you want?”

“Another kiss, maybe some attention.”

You snorted, shaking your head at his antics as one of your hands sneaked around his neck, the other on his cheek, gazing up at his eyes lovingly.

“And if I say no?” You raised an eyebrow, leaning in so close he could feel your breath against his lips, a flush spilling across his cheeks to the tip of his ears as he felt his heart start thumping harder.

“I’ll cry.”

“Then cry, I like my men a little pathetic.”

“Mean.”

You chuckled as your lips grazed his, his hands tightening around your waist, pulling you in closer.

You leaned your forehead against his, smiling contently, your tone filled with affection and adoration as you said the next sentence.

“Now get away from me, you’re fucking filthy.”

He let out an offended huff, stepping away from you.

“Well I’m sorry, not all of us can work looking pristine.”

“Wow baby, so sensitive, so easy to offend! You’re like a kitten, how’d you become a gang leader with that attitude?”

He frowned, arms crossed as he turned his head to the side, feigning hurt.

“I can’t believe my own girlfriend is insulting me.”

“Who else will?”

“Everyone.”

Laughing, you stepped towards him, placing a tender kiss on his neck, a gesture that had his heart racing and head spinning.

“Well, at least they won’t in gangs anymore. You’re my bitch now.”

Shinichiro grinned.

“Yes, I am!”

“The fact you say that so proudly is concerning.” Izana’s voice called out from the entrance to the shop, and both of you turned your heads to look at him, Shinichiro’s face heating up and red, a soft smile playing on yours.

“Hi, sweet boy! How was school?”

Izana’s eyes widened at the nickname, but he didn’t protest.

“It was okay, I got a B in maths.”

You grinned, walking towards him to actually ruffle his hair this time, planting a kiss on his forehead.

He leaned into your touch, enjoying the small gesture.

“Good job baby! That is amazing, maths is hard, you’re so smart!”

The teen perked up at the praise, his chest puffing up with pride slightly as Shinichiro rolled his eyes behind you, but smiled.

Izana had plenty of self-esteem issues, stemming from a shitty childhood and being a teenager by itself, so your praise meant a lot to him, and Shin knew it.

For someone as brutal and cold as you were at first sight, you were shockingly gentle when you needed to be, and Shinichiro’s heart swelled the last time when he saw how good you were with Emma and Izana, both children taking a liking to you almost immediately, and it clearly had more behind it than you just being cool.

They both had a neglectful, cold mother that abandoned them and spat in their faces that she never even gave a shit about them, and of course it left issues in both children, especially since they were both so young, leaving them with a tendency to latch onto any ounce of affection or praise, and you had a peculiar energy to you, one that was genuine and kind, as warm and soothing as a safety blanket both of them were drawn to, even if you were barely any older than Izana.

Shinichiro was sure Mikey will love you as soon as meets you too.

“We’ll go train now? Kakucho will join us, he just went in to say hi to everyone. ‘Jiro was supposed to be here too, but he’s doing God knows what now.”

“Deal! Let me just change out of these clothes, your brother got motor oil all over them.”

Izana leaned over you to throw a glare at his brother, his brows furrowing.

“Grandpa will hear about this.”

. . . next

🔖Taglist (open):

@1818cigarettes @nana-phobia @dilf-city @wakasa-wifey @rinsie @kisekihany @missarabellla @bajifairyy @cryszus @r-xochitl @levistiddies @graythecoffeebean @yukihime-mikeys-girl @mukounisuru-gashadokuro @sunahyejin @yamaguccitadashi @minoozi @trashmemebitch @frogtits1 @sup-zfam @whydohumansss @xashiui @bontens-whore @nqctre @lumi-does-some-stuff @hana-patata @hxked @erza-uzumaki @sh4nn @sisnot @soushswag @kneeapartman @anahryal @reiners-milkbiddies @satsuri3su @aretheea @bluerskiees @galactict3a @bontensbabygirl @somniari-94 @astropheia @rgtgt @bubble-dream-inc @princesshaitani @luvjiro @inurmom00 @secretanimesimp @sweeneyblue1 @ameliabs-world @levii-s

#tokyorev #tokyo revengers #shinichiro sano x you #sano shinichiro x reader #shinichiro x y/n #sano shinichiro #shinichiro fluff #kazutora hanemiya #izana kurokawa #manjiro sano

[that-one-pretty-bitch]

So, I was explaining the plot of Obey me! shall we date to @loekas​ 

And here it is:

FYI: Everyone in Obey me! is emotionally constipated as F U C K

I just know that the Obey me lovers are about to come for my soul

Lucifer- pride

Basically a total asshole and prick. He constantly overworks himself. He has threatened to kill the MC many many times. He punishes his brothers in cruel ways. ( A sadist ) To make things better though, he is hot, i’ll give him that.

Mammon- Greed

A thief, will fucking steal from you. He is the MC's best friend and fandom's favorite although he acts greedy like my little brother during Christmas so I fail to see the appeal and cry blood whenever I see smut on him bcz he acts like a spoiled 5 yr old brat who loves his mom but will never admit it. You could hold a gun to his head and force him to say it but he will not

Leviathan- Envy

What a loser, honestly. All my man does is play video games and simp over underage waifu's. ( YOU CANT TELL ME RURI HANNA IS NOT LIKE 8 ) He 10/10 has a body pillow. Also attempted to kill the MC, even though MC is his only friend ( thats sad ). A hardcore gen z and hated by a lot of the fandom. Shut in Otaku and a creepy discord mod.

Satan- Wrath

Daddy issues who?? Lucifer is his dad and he HATES when he is compared to Lucifer because spoiled brat doesn't want to be like that "ugly old man". He was created out of Lucifer's wrath when their sister died and since then everyone sees him as a replacement for their dead sister he hates it. The kind of guy who would smash random objects when angry bcz of temper tantrums. I don’t feel bad for him because??? Daddy issues??? Suck it up, Lucifer isn’t even that bad your just salty he’s hotter. Also purge that outfit rn, that's a crime to fashion.

Asmodeus- Lust

A boy but so girlypop??( No hate I love girlypop boys ) Probs fucked every human, demon and angel in existence. Gossip queen and mean girl. Never trust him with secrets, he would tell the entire school. Horny 24/7, honestly a big cheater and fuckboy. Regina George 2.0, will make fun of your outfit because he wants to look better. That pretty girl that you go to talk to but turns out she has a nasty attitude and talks shit about everyone?? Thats him. Then he gets mad when people call him ugly??? Also compliment fishing on Insta all the time.

Beel - Gluttony ( older twin )

Genuinely sweet. Himbo, super muscular?? He plays sports, that one high school jock that EVERY girl has a crush on. Crying and temper tantrums when he is hungry and not given food. Tried to eat MC when he got hungry- but he apologized to MC and now they are cool. Man child tbh

Belphegor - Sloth ( younger twin )

I bet y’all were WAITING for my opinion on this one

I hate you. Murderer, literally everyone hates him. Nobody in the fandom likes him because he actually succeeded in killing the MC but they were brought back to life by the demon king and his butler. Dangerous mf, MC forgives him though?? Once you get to know him he is just a sleepy baby that wakes up with murder on his mind lol. But then again EVERYONE tried to kill MC, he was the only one that succeeded. Ngl he is pretty bad at pretending to be a defenseless human, I didn’t fall for it but the game made me go in there anyway.

Simeon- angel

My man could rail me but he would hate me irl. Holy man, jesus is good you all are unholy. Sweet? Kind? Talented writer? Grandpa that can't learn to use devices no matter what?? Everything I need in a man. Wears a slutty outfit but acts like he is all angelic and kind. Like- ✨sinful shoulders✨

Solomon- Sorcerer

Grandpa Sol. Can’t cook to save his like, Yor Forger level but even worse. Never eat his cooking, even Beel refuses to eat that monstrosity. Makes the most annoying dad jokes ever like stfu. Sussy Baka fr fr

Luke- cute baby angel

Simeon's adopted son, MC is his role model ( much to Simeon's dismay ) bcz my MC be unholy asf. Loves baking MC sweet things ( Luke pls can I marry your dad-? ) but hates when MC flirts with his father figure ( Isn't stopping me ) He is a chiwawa as per EVERYONE. Woof woof

Barbatos - Hot butler

The demon prince's hot servant, I like the butler kind. Would probably smile while insulting the shit out of you. WIll make you regret all your life decisions. Also has time manipulation where he can look into the future and stop it from happening by turning back time. The demon prince's father figure.

Could you please take me back to when I failed my math test and help me fix it-?

Lord Diavolo- Demon Prince

Demon prince, spoiled child, himbo, MC's source of secret income. When Lucifer doesn't let the MC or brothers do something they talk Lord Diavolo into changing Lucifer's mind. Biggest sweet tooth ever. Daddy Issues 2.0. Sugar daddy material, probably has a secret relationship with Lucifer.

Mc- Human

The most insane human being to ever exist.

#my honest opinion on obey me #obey me #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos #obey me lord diavolo #obey me mc

[bluekat12345]

He's my son, not yours! Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Another shoutout to @gelu-the-babosa-multiversal. Hope you all enjoy! Sorry again for taking so long. Life is busy.

"Chief, are you unwell?" Chase asked, pulling Charlie from his thoughts.

"Huh? What was that, Chase?" Charlie asked.

"Sir, you have been acting unusual all day." Chase commented. "Are you feeling unwell?"

Charlie gave a weak smile at his partner. "No, I promise. Just have a lot on my mind."

"Well, we have finished our nightly patrol." Chase announced as they drove to the Firehouse.

"Already?" Chief asked. "Time flew by fast." Once they were inside the Firehouse, he got out of the driver's seat. "Think I'm gonna call it a night. See you in the morning, partner."

"Have a pleasant rest, Chief Burns." Chase said as he transformers and went to the base.

Once he was away from the police-bot, Charlie allowed himself to stop smiling. Since the incident this afternoon, he's been in a negative mood. He knew he was being ridiculous, but what that woman said had gotten him.

While being called 'grandpa' was a hit to his ego, (he knew he wasn't a young man, but he wouldn't consider himself that old.) It was wait she said about Captain Rogers and Cody that really got under his skin. And seeing Captain Rogers with Cody and Cody practically showing his adoration for the war hero for the whole world to see only added salt to that wound.

And Tony's words kept echoing faintly in his head. "If you're not careful, Cap could take your place as Cody's dad."

He just wanted to go to his bed and try to forget about this afternoon. Hopeful a good sleep would help him realize how stupid this entire thing was. But as he got closer to the kitchen, he overheard Dani speak.

"And then that hag called dad 'grandpa'!" He heard her say. He felt a knot form his stomach.

"Does she have to tell everyone about that?" He thought. He knew she meant no harm, but it still made him uncomfortable.

"Who does that lady think she is?!" Kade asked, sounding outraged.

"That's how I felt!" Dani exclaimed. Then Charlie heard her take a deep breath, then she spoke in a calmer tone. "Though we did see Captain America again. He was waiting with Cody, the lady thought he was Cody's dad."

"Well, I guess that kind of makes sense why she would think Captain Rogers was Cody's dad." He heard Graham comment.

Then Kade spoke up. "Yeah, I'm their both blonds, they dress alike, at least when Captain America isn't wearing his costume."

"And they do have a lot in common, when you think about it." Charlie heard Graham add. "They both have that boy-scout attitude, they're both rather old-fashioned, and even have some of the same interests."

Chief stood still as the knot in his stomach seemed to grow and expand to his whole body. "Even my own kids think Captain America could be more like a father to Cody than me?" He felt his blood burn a bit.

Not wanting to hear anymore, he marched into the kitchen, startling the three.

"Dad! Hey, uh, welcome back." Dani awkwardly. "How was-"

"Have any of you seen Cody?" Chief Burns asked, sounding rather snappy. "I need to talk to him."

"He's the bots." Kade replied.

"Thanks." He replied, curtly. "I'm gonna see him and then I'm gonna call it a night." Then he walked away, not giving his three older kids a chance to say anymore.

"Has he been that moody all day?" Kade asked.

"Cut him slack, Kade." Dani scolded. "I just told you what happened."

"Yeah, just didn't think he'd still be upset about it." Kade declared.

Graham frowned. "This isn't just because of the 'grandpa' thing, is it?"

Dani frowned. "He hasn't officially said anything, but I figure Captain Rogers being confused as Cody's dad got to him more than the grandpa thing."

"What makes you think that?" Graham asked. "He's never seemed to mind Captain Rogers behaving like that towards Cody before."

"And its not like Captain Rogers is trying to replace Dad." Kade added.

Then Dani said. "Still, I think Dad might be a bit jealous. Or at least thinks Cody would rather have Captain Rogers as a dad instead of him."

"That ridiculous." Kade declared. "Cody would never do that. He loves Dad, he's his hero."

"What did Cody say about this?" Graham asked. "He wouldn't let Dad feel like that."

"I didn't tell him." Dani admitted. "I didn't want him to feel bad and things were already tense, I didn't want to risk making it worse. Hopefully, when Dad goes to see him, he'll be able to make him feel better, even if he doesn't understand why Dad's upset."

"Yeah, like Kade said, Dad is Cody's hero." Graham said. "He wouldn't want anyone else as a father, not even a superhero."

"I shouldn't have snapped at them like that." Charlie thought as he went to the Rescue Bots' base.

He knew his kids meant no harm with what they were saying, he just didn't need to hear them so all that, especially after today. And why did Dani have to tell Kade and Graham about all that in the first place? And couldn't they at least pretend that they didn't think Captain America had more in common with his son than he, Cody's actual father, does?

"They could've at least not said it out loud." He thought bitterly.

Then he shook his head, trying to will away those thoughts. "That's not what they said." He tried to tell himself that, but the more he said it in his head, the less he believed it.

"I just need to talk to Cody." He decided. "A quick chat with him will clear all this up."

When he finally arrived at the base, he was about to ask where Cody was. But then he overheard another conversation.

"And then Captain Rogers said he'd take for a ride on his motorcycle sometime." He heard Cody announce. "I hope Dad lets me. Since Captain Rogers let me help work on it, I wanna see what it feels like to actually ride it.

"Of course, Cody's talking about him." Charlie thought in frustration. "It seems to be all he ever talks about since he met the man."

"I still do not understand your admiration for Captain Rogers." He heard Chase declare. "I understand he is a respected soldier, but I thought the law does not approve of vigilante justice."

"Well, he works for the government, at least part of it." Cody replied. "So I guess that makes it okay for them and the rest of the Avengers."

Then he heard Chase hear. "Well, they could at least give them proper identifications as government associates or uniforms."

Then Cody chuckled. "What's wrong with their hero outfits? Their cool. Especially Captain America's! And that shield? So noble!"

"You seem to really like Captain America." Boulder noticed.

"Of course, I do." Cody announced with confidence. "Captain America is my hero!"

Charlie felt something inside him shatter at Cody's declaration. Hearing his son call someone else his hero shouldn't hurt so much, but it did. It felt like someone took glass shards and pierced them directly into his heart. He felt his eyes water up a bit, but refused to cry.

Not wanting to hear anymore, he charged out of the base, and decided to just go straight to his room. He didn't have the strength to deal with this anymore.

"I thought Chief was your hero." Blade asked in a worried tone.

"He is." Cody assured. "But Captain America is my hero, too. They're both my heroes, but Dad will always be my number one hero."

Boulder smiled at Cody. "That's sweet. Oh, did you show him the plate you made for him?"

"Not yet." Cody replied with a small frown. "I've been trying to, but something seems to happen and he doesn't have time to."

Then Chase spoke up. "I have noticed him behaving rather oddly today. He seemed to be rather unfocused today, a bit lethargic, and

"I wouldn't worry too much about it, Chief is made of tough stuff." Heatwave commented. "I'm sure after a good night's sleep, he'll be in a better mood, and you'll get a chance to show him his gift in the morning."

Cody smiled. "You're right! I can show him the plate during breakfast. Maybe he can even use it then."

Once he was in his room and out of his uniform, Charlie gracelessly plopped onto his bed and let out a depressed sigh.

"Of course, Cody would want Captain America for a Dad instead of me." He miserably thought.

You'd have to be absolutely crazy not to want to have a superhero for a father. Captain America was part of the Avengers, one of the biggest superhero teams known. And the man was a war hero! Even if he wasn't a superhero, he still was respected military man that could still be considered amazing.

But it wasn't just that. As much as he hated to admit it, but the more he thought about, the more he had to admit that they did have more in common than he and Cody did. They were both blond, for Pete's sake!

But what made him feel worse, was that if he wanted, Captain Rogers really could take his place as Cody's father if he wanted. As mentioned before, he and Cody had so much in common, much more than he himself had with Cody. So, Cody probably thought it would be easier to talk to Captain Rogers since they had so much in common.

And the biggest thing was that Captain Rogers was younger than him. Chronologically, he was old, but biologically, Captain Rogers was a young man. No wonder that woman thought he was Cody father's, since he was closer to the expected age of a father to a ten-year-old than Charlie was.

And with youth, came energy. Having three grown kids already, as well having been chief of police in Griffin Rock for so long, had worn him out, and while he tried, he admit he didn't always have the time or energy to give Cody the attention he needs and deserves. Cody had always been brave and mature about it, but Charlie could tell it affected him more than Cody dared to admit, not wanting to upset his family.

With Captain Rogers, he still had the energy of a young man, he had the energy to keep up with Cody. And since coming to Griffin Rock, while he was here for a mission, he still managed to make time for Cody, being able to give him plenty of attention, more in the short time here than Charlie had given him his entire life.

As he continued to dwell on these thoughts, the more depressed he seemed to get. In the last desperate attempt to get his mind off all of this, he decided to finally go to sleep. Hoping sleep would allow him to finally relax and recover from all of this.

But sleep never seemed to come to him that night. But those unwanted thoughts and feelings seemed to linger the entire night.

I think this is the biggest thing I've written in a long time. This is a series of misunderstandings, miscommunication, and insecurity on Charlie's part. And not the end of it either...

If any of you have questions or comments, feel free to speak up!

#He's my son not yours #my writing #TFRB x AEMH #Transformers #Avengers #Rescue Bots #Avengers Earth's Mightiest Heroes #Transformers Rescue Bots #TFRB #AEMH #crossover

[recentadultburnout]

So I wrote a PatPran fic for the Songkran Fest 2024 event. It's pretty dialogue-heavy😅

Ao3

Part of yours

Summary:

After so many years of sneaking around, Pat and Pran are finally accepted by each other's families.

Or

Pat joins in with Pran's family during songkran.

"It's going to be Songkran soon."

At night Pat says. His arms hang loosely around his lover's torso.

"So what?"

Pran ask in return, still paid more attention to the headphone reviews than the conversion.

"You want to go out?"

He pushes Pat's hand away a little, making it easier for him to grab a pencil for his note. With the discount, this one will be in the budget. It would be worth it if the reviews were true.

"Nah, not really..."

And now Pat's head is in his lap. Demand attention.

"It's just... Ugh! I don't even know! After grandpa passed, we don't even Rodnam properly anymore. When it was Songkran, we just laid around the house together. Order something to eat, maybe. It's been what? Since high school?"

"But ink has been there these past few years, you know? Apparently, Pa also went to Rodnam with her parents too." Pat complain.

"So?"

"Ink lives hours away. Our houses are right next to each other! Don't you see how ridiculous this is?!"

"You actually want to Rodnam my parents?"

That was quite a surprise. Pran didn't think Pat even wanted to be in the same room with them before, and now he wants to Rodnam them? Go sit there at their feet, ask for their blessing, and act like a sweet obedience child. Pat? With his parents?

"Eh... maybe?"

Pat looked pretty hesitant with his answer, but after a moment of silence, he did not change it.

"We can try."

"Really?"

"So you just want to vent but not actually do it?"

"No! I want to do it! Really! For real!"

"Yeah, yeah. It's not like they don't know we live together."

"They know?"

"I'm pretty sure they know. No one has said anything yet, but... I don't know. They are not stupid, you know. And lately, we didn't even try to hide."

"I don't think my mom is going to flip just because I asked if you could come pay respect to her. Maybe she will flip if I tell her I'm going to pay respect to yours. But I don't think she will ask, so I will probably just not mention it and skip that conversation."

"I will have you know, she has come quite far."

Pat made a face.

"I hope that's true."

"That's final, then. We're going to be at my grandmother's on the 14th, and Uncle Pok's family will probably be there. Aunt Pann too. I'm not bringing you with me that day this year. Let's start with just my parents first. From 12 to 16, other than 14, you can pick any day."

"Kay"

.

He is the one who tells his boyfriend that his mom will be fine with him coming in on Songkran, 'intruding' on family time, but will she really?

Pran wants to say she definitely will. But still, he was scared.

If he decides not to go through with it, Pat will understand. He might be teasing him for a bit for chicken out of something he suggested himself, but he will understand.

He can still scrub the plan.

Nah.

What is he? A coward? Definitely NOT.

.

"My mom agreed."

She acts like she knows and has been fine with their relationship all along. Pran is not sure who she tries to deceive—herself or him.

It seems pointless.

Well, this attitude is better than before, for sure, and he is not about to question it.

"I never think I'm going to live to see the day your mom accepts me as her son-in-law."

Pat pretends to swoon.

"What son-in-law? I have no husband."

Pran retaliate. The word 'yet' nearly got out without thinking.

"One day, you will."

Is it bad that he got a butterfly from that? Just a little, he swears.

"Let the bill actually pass first, then we can talk."

"Awww, I know you want me."

"Don't be stupid."

Pran laughs, pushing Pat away.

"What about your dad?"

Pat made a face.

"He didn't say anything. My mom says she is happy you want to join us, and my dad keeps his quiet—no complaints, no weird noise of disapproval, nothing, just quiet, so yeah, all is well."

.

"Did you know my dad never joined my mom's family on Songkran before they married?"

"Don't your parents marry less than a year after they met?"

"You are no fun."

"You love me."

"Yeah, I love you. You little joy killer."

.

"Pat, why does your Nam Ob come in a plastic bottle?"

"What's wrong with it?"

"Where do you even find Nam Ob that comes in a plastic bottle? I swear it's only come in a glass bottle. And what brand is this? It smells weird."

"It's not! It from 7–11. It literally sits there in front of the drink shelf in 7-11. You just dropped by there this evening. How come you don't see it?"

"You buy Nam Ob at 7-11? Wow, just wow."

If he sees Nam Ob at 7-11, he probably buys it there too instead of going to the other shop just to buy one thing every year, but Pat didn't need to know that.

.

"Why can't we just pour the Nam Ob straight from the bottle into their hands?"

"Pat, I swear."

"What? What's wrong with that? Korn has done it too!"

"Yeah, and Korn is the exact same type as my mom."

"Next, you're going to suggest we use that plastic water bowl you got as a package deal with Nam Ob to catch the water during the time we Rodnam my parents."

"It sure would be a whole lot easier to clean compared to that delicate, unpractical little glass tray with pedestal you brought. THAT gives me a scare of my life every moment I have to hold it. The plastic bowl will not."

"Why glass, by the way? If you want to go for traditional, shouldn't it be the gold or silver one? Or maybe Benjarong? Do we use Benjarong for this?"

"My mom likes it. She is the one who brought a set that was used during my dad's Songkran every year. I think there is another set for her parents too, but I was too young back then, so I don't remember much."

"Did you pick what you will bring as a gift yet?"

"Is the tea box set good enough? It's a premium tea from Doi Mae Salong. Super fine plucking too. Your mom loves tea, right?"

"Shouldn't it be some type of cloth?"

"Umm, why?"

Pran sigh.

"If I wronged you in any way before, please forgive me."

If you ask, Pat will tell you that he is 100% sure he was the one who was wronged by them, not the other way around. Sadly, this is what he asked for, so he will have to suck it up.

Having to sit through an awkward meal and an even more awkward family ritual where he clearly out of place isn't that enjoyable, but the fantasy of having the main door open for him is too great for anything to weigh him down.

At least it's going to be done soon.

"I wish you good health. Anything you think of, let it become true. Let your life and career be more and more prosperous."

The blessings are as generic as they can be. Nothing is meaningful like what Pran gets.

Pat is just glad he gets any blessings at all.

The brief touch at the top of his head feels surprisingly nice. Better than he thinks it will be. And with that, the ceremony is done.

Now Pat can pretend to be a good child who wants to help tidy everything up in earnest and escape the scenes for a while. He is grateful for the fact that after so many years of sneaking around, he finally gets to be an invited guess, but he is also in urgent need of alone time away from their eyes.

If Pran can come with him for a bit, that would be great, but at the moment, it seems like the most Pran could do is distract his parents while Pat flees.

.

Pran is still with his dad when Dissaya approaches him at the front of the house, where he is putting all their belongings in his car.

Due to the lack of topics he can think of, Pat just started thanking Pran's mom again for today. It's a little too uneasy, but that's pretty much all he does all day.

Her acknowledgement is practically permission for him to marry her son, for all he cares. Never think he will ever see this day, really.

She sighs and breathes in deeply. Her eyes make Pat paranoid. Pran's beloved mother will never be Pat's favorite person.

"Pran is my son. He will always be my precious little boy. I didn't approve of him being so close with you before because I didn't want him to make the same mistake as me. I will admit that I judged you too harshly and too soon. You make Pran happy, have been for quite some time now. If Pran wants you to be part of our family, then yes, I can look past the other things and accept you."

This little speech of hers makes Pat want to roll his eyes.

Madam Dissaya sure is pretentious.

But contrary to what Pran may think, he does practice self-restraint. So, of course, he thanks her again.

Today is a success.

"Since they now officially know about us, I can openly go into the house wherever, right?"

Pat slides one hand onto Pran's knee before asking teasingly. His boyfriend seems to be in a very good mood, since he let it sit there without starting to lecture him on the topic of the dangers of carelessness while driving.

"Don't test my mom's patience too much."

Pran scolds him, but there is clearly mirth in his voice.

"You mom say I make you happy~"

"You do"

Those two words sound so loving. Pat can help but melt a little.

"She says she accepts me as a part of the family."

He brags further. This time, Pran was actually surprised.

"What? Really? Word by word, or?"

"Word-by-word"

His love reaction makes him feel all puff up. Like that cute little bird he saw on the timeline.

"Is my mom proposing to you for me?"

Pran laugh. His hand is playing with the hand on his knee now.

"It's a yes, by the way."

"I didn't ask yet, you dorks."

"No need. My beloved mother-in-law already asked for you."

"I should be a good son and marry who she picks then."

"Yeah, you better."

"That bill—should we try to win the title of the first couple to register after it passes?"

"Sure, I want to be the first in everything, don't you know?" Pat jokes.

If this is Pran's hint for him to propose, he wouldn't be opposed to it. More than ready, actually.

Suddenly, there is something cold sitting on his finger.

"If you don't like this one, the shop allows us to return it and pick up a new one in a 30-day time frame. There will be some fee, of course."

Pat nearly crashed the car.

#fanfic #patpran #bad buddy the series #songkranfest2024

[theguyfromthesequel]

Oh wow, parallels defining a character’s attitude towards other people and the relationship between characters! Isn’t media literacy fun?

For real though, the main argument of “Greg will be CEO”-folks was that since the show began with Greg vomiting all over a mascot at a theme park and he then experienced success when he joined the company, the natural progression of the plot must see him on top of things. And I’m going to put this bluntly: their mistake was believing in the American dream. Just like the Shiv=girlboss people, they thought that, yes, capitalism is a dirty game, but it’s one where everyone lands right where they belong. And I’m not saying Greg deserved to be CEO, but that interpretation of him speaks to a fatal flaw in the way some people have followed this entire show. There is no just cause, no king emerging from the shit, it’s a mudfight ad-eternity.

Greg was never the little guy climbing the corporate ladder and securing his place, he was always a toy convincing himself he could be one of the real boys. Nobody in the family cared about him, Tom was the only one who even noticed him, but not because he was interested in building him up-are you crazy? Tom didn’t have much power in the family so he took the guy they gave him and made him his amusement. He had fun in watching Greg stumble around in a world that he clearly didn’t belong him. But Greg thought he had a chance, and the more power and respect he got, the more of a corporate asshole he became, hiring “mini-gregs”, playing power games, SUING HIS FUCKING GRANDPA. I think that’s part of Ewan’s initial concern for him, he saw Logan in him in a way, he knew you can’t get up the ladder without becoming a horrible human being. He knew Greg would either be eaten by the sharks or become a shark, and once he saw the shark in him he immediately lost all hope in him and cut him off. But Greg was in too deep. LOOK AT THE LITTLE SMUG ASSHOLE SMILE as Kendall phones the Democrat party office during the election episode. He really thought he could finally get his way and establish his place.

And that’s because he thought he was part of the company. But here’s the truth: Greg was never a part of the company, he was always the company’s property. No matter how much shallow respect he got or how many subordinates he could count, he was Waystar’s, and especially Tom’s property, a relation perfectly capsulated in his FINAL SCENE. What the “Greg=CEO” people and everyone who watched this show rooting for their favourite flavour of venture capitalist to win, did wrong, was assuming that Greg’s story was a tale about working yourself up from dishwasher to millionaire, from weird mascot costume guy to CEO.

My brother in christ,

He never left the suit

#hbo succession #roy family #greg succession #succession greg #tomgreg #succession season four #succession #media literacy #waystar royco

[ladylooch]

Lio & Lucie

A/N: Lio Meier & Lucie Hischier grew up thick as thieves. They may be cousins, but their relationship molded into a fierce, sibling- type of love growing up in New Jersey, and later, Switzerland. When Lio is drafted first overall by the Devils, he heads back to the US to live his dream. Lucie isn't far behind. Although she was known as a wild child the year before, she quickly settles back into life in her home country. While Lio sleeps his way through the five boroughs, Lucie finds herself falling for Lio's teammate, Connor Wood. Follow their shenanigans of being young, semi-famous, and figuring it out as they go.

Lucie's Parents are from this AU.

Lio's Parents are from this AU.

Connor's parents are coming soon.

Series Status: Open for requests

The Early Blurbs: The First Blurb | Cousin Ties | Fight about Felix | Lucie's friends at lunch | Lio Defending his mom| When Lucie threw the party | When Nico found out about the party | Lucie keeps Lio's secret | Lio's Draft Party | Lucie arrives at NYU | Lio sets Lucie straight | Lio's questionable girlfriend | Lio's one hit wonder | When Nico Saved Lucie

Enter Connor Wood: How Connor bagged Lucie | Connor & Lucie's first date| Swiss German connection | When Connor learned Swiss German | Friends with bennies | Picking up Lucie | The Hischiers & Connor | The Hughes | The Hughes Pt 2 | | Connor's Tats | Connor's style of play | The first time they broke up | Covering for Lio | Wanna make you a daddy | Lio & his girls | Lio's Queen | When Timo sees Lio fall in love | Timo & Lio pt 2 | When Lio Hurt Sav | How Lio Moves on | Lake Day in Switzerland | Lake Day pt 2 | Family Vacation | Lio's Chippy Game | When they broke up the second time | 2nd break up pt 2 |

Lucie & Connor & Stell: The Proposal | When Lucie told Lio she's pregnant | Lio come get your girl | Lio taking care of pregnant Lucie How Lio found himself in a threesome |Connor during the 2nd break up | LuLu loves you (2nd break up) | When Con and Lu make up- the 2nd time | Con & Lucie's Wedding | FaceTime with Connor | Connor & Stell | Bribing Connor | Stell Sick | Con's Cup Party | Con's Cup Party pt 2 (18+) | Con's Cup Party Pt 3 | Con in the Crib | When Lucie got pregnant | Grandpa Nico | Why you got an attitude (18+) Halloween | Connor and the Rangers | Stella's Interview |

Lio & Stell | Lio & Stell pt 2 | Lio & Stell pt 3 | Lio & Stell Pt 4 | Lio. Stell pt 5 |

Lio & Sav: Lucie Scolds Lio about Sav | Why Lio acts out | Why Lio Acts Out pt 2 | When Sav found someone else | When Save found someone else pt 2 | Lio talks shit about Sav's choices | Flowers for Sav | When Lio tries | Lio & Savannah | Team's reaction to Lio & Sav| Jealous Lio

Get to know Lucie: Languages | First Time | Her relationship with Con | Hobbies | How her dad set the bar HIGH | What Nico Thought of Connor | Baby Stell | Con's Trade | Shoe lace | Kinks | Con with his girls | MY WIFE |

More in the Archive tag here.

We also split up Lucie and Lio's stories in 2024.

To Follow more Lio and Sav, continue here.

To Follow more Lucie and Connor, continue here.

#Lio & Lucie

[partly-hueman]

Woman of the year!

How weird is it that as we near the years end and awards begin coming out for "such and such" of the year so many :woman of the year" awards are going to men.

Dylan Mulvaney won an award from Attitude Magazine out of the UK as it's "Woman of the year". How low is your opinion of women that you pick a man to be the "Woman of the year"?

Minnesota did it earlier this year when "Leigh" Finke won. This is "Leigh":

That Frankenstein's monster of a man in bad make-up is a better woman than ALL of the women in Minnesota. Take ALL of the mothers, teachers, doctors, lawyers, bus drivers, assembly line workers, single mothers with two jobs, educators, advocates, waitresses, cooks, janitorial staff etc.

Leigh is a better woman than all of you. Leigh hasn't experienced being a young girl, never had a period or any of the bodily and mind changes that young women go thru. He has two kids, that is Trans widow gave birth too, but he has no idea what motherhood is.

He's still a better woman than the 2.811 million women in Minnesota. THAT is how little the Democrats and the morons who voted this creature in as woman of the year think of you.

I'm not here to talk to about Leigh. Fuck that AGP having psychopath. No, I want to write about my buddy. Dylan Mulvaney. The Non-Trans Transgender identifying man who makes waves everywhere he goes. If toxicity and social poison was a person it would look like Dylan.

The social misfit, drama club overly flaming twink who clocked his "days of being a 'girl'" and got himself a carte blanche visit with Grandpa Joe in the White house and a letter of congratulations from Kamala Harris because they obviously have nothing else to focus on than to celebrate the erasure of women as a sex class in society and law.

I digress.

In his interview with Atituide Magazine Dylan is quoted as saying: “And some people don’t see me as a woman at all. No matter how hard I try, or what I wear, or what I say, or what surgeries I get, I will never reach an acceptable version of womanhood by those hateful people’s standards."

At his age I'm lost as to why he doesn't understand that sex isn't an attitude, a feeling, a performance, a costume, or body parts repurposed or purchased à la carte — and that it can't be changed — and my stating so doesn't make me hateful, just sane and tethered to reality. At best, #dylanmulvaney is a vacuous narcissist and a shameless grifter. At worst, he's a bought-and-paid-for Gender Industry shill, knowingly helping to obliterate sex classes and sex-based rights. Either way, he's entirely undeserving of awards or accolades, except maybe the Most Heinous Piece of Shit Award, for which he should receive a statuette of himself sculpted from monkey feces, and a one-way trip to the moon. Just get that piece of garbage off my planet.

Dylan will always talk about the challenge of his being seen as a woman. He'll do it because Dylan is an actor who is getting rich pretending to be a man pretending to be a woman. But that's what he is: A man pretending to be a man pretending to be a woman.

WOMAN OF THE YEAR: DYLAN MULVANEY

I expect to get a lot of push back for my language and the subject matter but once again I want to write. If you get offended or angry I want you to know that with each cell in my body I don't give a baboons red ass what you think. Stop erasing and endangering women and transing kids you fuckin ghouls. Don't lie it? Cope, seethe and dilate.

#transgenderism #lgb without the t #transgender #cope and seethe #dylan mulvaney