#i would love it if someone brought me a free pizza

[oofthwoods]

'23 grid ── ˙ ̟ the echo !!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 :: an overview of fem!driver relationship with a few drivers on the grid. just a bunch of cute headcanons that i can't get out of my head. i only added the ones i feel she would be closest with, but feel free to ask me about any other driver!

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 :: recommend reading the introduction for the backstory.

˒ ⌕ — MICK SCHUMACHER ( 47 )

more than mere teammates, mick and her have been glued to the hip ever since they met. with both of their parents being ex-formula one drivers for the same team, it was clear from the very start that they would see each other very often. as kids, wondering around the paddock, as teens, supporting each other on the track and now, as young adults, competing against each other on porsche and f1.

while mick is a sweet, introverted guy who tends to think about every word that leaves his miuth, she is the complete opposite — loud, bashful and someone who should have a bigger filter between your brain and mouth. is the epitome of orange cat × golden retriever, and fans eat it up.

while mick sometimes can calm her, it's more likely that she brings him into her shenanigans.

˒ ⌕ — MAX VERSTAPPEN ( 33 )

her and max couldn't have a more different upbringing. while he was roughly shaped into a champion by his father, she had been carefully brought into the motorsport world by yours.

they've met during her years as a red bull junior, and what started with max being a bit annoyed by her non-stop talking quickly turned into an honest friendship, where they both can say whatever they want.

it leads to max saying the most unhinged things and her being the only one who jokes along instead of feeling concerned.

˒ ⌕ — LEWIS HAMILTON ( 44 )

probably one of the cutest driver pairings in the grid. fans love to dig out old picture from the two and compare to it now.

lewis has always had a soft spot for her, ever since she was a kid roaming around in the paddock. he would show her his car, explaining all the things to her and claiming that his team was better than whatever team her dad was on.

once she came back to the paddock, now as a driver, he took one look at her and immediately took her under his wing. they both are, in their own ways, alone within the rest of the grid and he wouldn't let the media, or anyone for what matters, dim her light.

on the daily, he is always checking up on her, not in a overbearing fatherly way, but more as an older brother figure.

during her first months he managed to convince the media outlets to pair them both together for every interview, and he was always quick to shut down any stupid question sent her way.

if she annoys him for long enough, she manages to make him agree to coordinate his outfits with her.

˒ ⌕ — FERNANDO ALONSO ( 14 )

similar to lewis, she met alonso when she was very young. although he had a bad reputation during that time, she always loved to hang out with him, because she loved how cool he looked every time he won a race.

it took him some time to warm up to her, as he was never that great with kids when he was younger, but when she gifted him a drawing she had made of him winning a race, he was done for. yes, he was still seen as some sort of villain, but everyone agreed that he looked more human when she was on him arms.

he would grab her from her father's garage (with his permission, of course) and would take her to his, always waiting with her favorite flavor of pizza. it became a tradition for the both of them to eat it before a race, being his or hers.

whenever he could, he would watch her races from her garage, proudly wearing team merchandise with her name on it. when she won her f2 championship, he made sure to stand closely to the podium, and he would deny it, but he cried a bit when she raised her trophy.

such a cute duo because he tries to keep up with the things she likes, but still doesn't fully understand everything, so one day he would randomly say that her outfits is slaying and would leave with a polite smile while she stands there, confused, wondering where the hell did he learn that.

still tries to continue their pizza traditions <3

˒ ⌕ — LANDO NORRIS ( 04 )

they both barely knew each other before her debut in f1, but somehow clicked instantly. it might be because of their self depreciated tendencies, or their constant sarcasm. who knows? the only thing that matters is that when a reporter asks a stupid question, they can communicate with a single glance.

lando tries to get her intro photography but gives up once she couldn't fully understand how to correctly operate a camera. claims that she is a pretty good model to make up for it <3

somehow they know everything about everyone. it's a mix of lando knowing the drivers very well, and her knowing a lot of the mechanics of different teams. whenever something happens in the paddock, they both definitely know.

˒ ⌕ — GEORGE RUSSELL ( 63 )

met simply because she thought his pose was so funny that she had to ask him if he thought about it previously or decided to just wing it during filming. he was slightly confused that she seemed so friendly after they had just net, but quickly understood that was simply how she acted.

the most meme worthy duo. with his perfect timed actions and her dynamic facial expressions, their faces are always seen together plastered on twitter.

the butt of most of her jokes. she constantly sends him tiktoks and he claims that he is tired of it, but always sees each one and gives a little commentary.

if lewis is her caring older brother, george is her annoying one.

˒ ⌕ — OSCAR PIASTRI ( 81 )

the two of them have a long running joke because they don't know when they met. they've never competed against each other, as he was always one year above in the series, and never raced for the same team, but somehow, they feel like you've always been friends.

(they once actually sat down to try and trace back to their first meeting, but only got as far as to a gala in 2020, but they both remember already being friends during that.)

people thought they would never see them interact because of their distinct personalities and were very surprised when she pulled him into a hug after their race in bahrain.

always bantering and joking, oscar likes that she understand his sense of humor and don't take it too seriously.

˒ ⌕ — ALEX ALBON ( 23 )

met solely because she felt the need to tell him how pretty his girlfriend was. he was very confused but appreciated the compliment (even though it wasn't dedicated to him).

after that he kept getting drawn by her straight to the point comments, always failing to conceal his laughter after she says something, either during debriefing or interviews.

she pretty much became his and lily's daughter. they take her out to eat after races, lily tries to teach her how to golf and alex convinces her to die her hair if she scores at least 10 ponths.

#f1 imagine #f1 imagines #f1 scenarios #f1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 imagines #formula 1 scenarios #formula 1 x reader #formula one imagine #formula one imagines #formula one scenarios #formula one x reader #fem!driver #fem!driver reader #lando norris x reader #mick schumacher x reader #oscar piastri x reader #⋆⠀᰷ ֹ 🍙 ˓ the echo ﹗

[gingiesworld]

Culinary Lessons

MILF Wanda Maximoff GN! Reader

Warnings: Smut. Amab! Reader. Unprotected sex.

18+ MINORS DNI

Taglist: @ginnsbaker

Wanda and Vision seemed to have a happy relationship with two hyperactive twin boys. That was all until a certain person moved in across the street. Y/N Y/L/N was a mystery to Wanda. In the suburbs, almost every residence was occupied by a family. Married couples with children. Y/N moving in was quite out of the ordinary.

So Wanda took it upon herself to welcome them to the neighbourhood, taking over a pot of paprikash, her mother's famous recipe. Knocking on the door with a nervous smile on her face.

"Hi, I'm Wanda. I just live across the way." Wanda introduced herself as Y/N opened the door. A soft smile adorned on their face as they ushered her inside. "I would have come over sooner to introduce myself but I wanted to make sure you were settled before."

"That's ok, thank you." They smiled as they led her towards the kitchen. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N."

"I brought over some paprikash." Wanda told them as she jiggled the pot slightly. "I thought you might like a homecooked meal."

"Thank you so much." They beamed as they took it from her, placing the pot on the stove. "I have been wanting to learn how to cook but I never have the time with work and Lila."

"Lila?" Wanda questioned.

"My daughter, her mom and I divorced a few months ago, that is why I relocated here." Y/N told her.

"I have two 10 year old boys." Wanda told them with a smile. "It would be nice for her to have two new friends whenever she is here."

"So far it is just the holidays." They shrugged tearily. "But anyway, I won't keep you too long Wanda."

"That's no problem Y/N." Wanda smiled at them before bidding their goodbyes and leaving their house.

As the weeks went on, Wanda found herself watching them every moment she could through the window. She noticed how every night they had ordered some form of takeout or came home late with a pizza box in their hands.

So she made her way back over to their house one night, leaving Vision and the boys doing their homework. Knocking on the door briefly, only waiting a moment for them to open the door.

"Wanda hey." Y/N greeted her as they opened the door for her to come in. "What can I help you with?"

"I remember that you said you wanted culinary lessons when we first met." Wanda reminded them.

"I still do but my schedule is pretty hectic." They told her as they made some tea.

"What if I could teach you. Completely around your schedule?" Wanda suggested, thanking them for the tea.

"I don't want to put you out of your way Wanda." They told her softly as she shook her head.

"You won't be." She told them. "I don't really have a job and the boys are with Vis in the evening. Besides, it would be nice to have a bit of company outside of the house."

"Ok." They finally agreed. "I do have Lila in a few weeks so it would benefit the two of us if she would have home cooked meals."

"So just tell me when you're free and we will get cooking." Wanda told them with a bright smile before she left, heading home to her husband and sons.

As weeks went on, Y/N and Wanda enjoyed the time they had alone. It was nice for Y/N to spend time with someone who isn't a colleague as Wanda loved being away from the house. But the more time she spent with them, the more she would fall for them.

Her marriage with Vision is extremely vanilla, hell he doesn't even make her cum anymore. He just finishes before her and then turns away, leaving Wanda hanging over the edge but not completely falling.

"How is Vision and the boys?" Y/N asked her as they waited for the food to cook on the stove.

"The twins are at my brothers for the weekend while Vis is on a business trip." Wanda told them. "It's just really lonely at the house right now."

"Whenever you feel like that Wanda, and I am here. You are more than welcome." They told her with a smile, which she just smiled at them as she checked the food on the stove.

"This is done." She smiled as she stirred it, Y/N coming to stand right behind her as they looked over her shoulder.

"It certainly smells amazing." Y/N smiled, remembering the first dish that Wanda had brought over for them. "It's your mother's recipe isn't it?"

"It is." Wanda breathed out as she felt their hands on her hips. She was afraid to move in case her knees failed her.

"Are you?" They whispered as Wanda sighed as she felt Y/N press against her. Completely molding into them as their arm wrapped around her.

"I am." She whispered as she felt their nose in the crook of her neck. She hadn't realised that overtime, Y/N had gained feelings for her, although she is married to another. Neither can deny the obvious attraction towards the other.

"Do you want this Wanda?" They asked her as their hand wandered under her blouse, making her shudder at the contact.

"Yes." She answered confidently. Turning off the stove before turning to face them, pushing them against the door and kissing their lips hard. Y/N squeezed her hips making her gasp, allowing their tongue access as they explored her mouth. Tasting the paprikash on her tongue. Sucking on the muscle, making her moan as they helped her remove her top. Their eyes raking over her toned form before reclaiming her lips as she hurried to unbutton their shirt, pushing it off of their shoulders. Y/N flipped them around so Wanda was now stood with her back against the cold surface of the counter.

Y/N had started to unbutton her jeans, pulling them down as they got on their knees. Helping her slip off her pumps and jeans. Leaving her in just her underwear. Wanda watched them curiously, not knowing what was happening as Y/N pressed their nose against her clothed centre. Inhaling her scent as it pooled within her underwear.

"What are you doing?" She asked them breathlessly as they started to pull her underwear down her milky thick thighs.

"I want to taste you." They husked as they looked in her eyes before Wanda stopped them, becoming nervous all of a sudden.

"Isn't it filthy?" She questioned as they quirked a brow.

"The sounds that come from you will be filthy as you enjoy it." They told her before diving in, sucking on her clit as she held on to the counter to keep herself up.

"Fuck." She moaned as the teased her hole with their tongue, diving right in as their nose applied pressure to her clit. "Oh god." She whimpered as they went faster than before, her climax getting incredibly close quickly. "I'm going." She tried to push them away, which theu fought against her. She came as they lapped up every last drop.

"Are you ok?" Y/N asked her once they were stood before her, cupping her face as she calmed down.

"Yeah." She whispered before she took their lips again, moaning as she tasted herself on her tongue. Moving to undo their trousers, pushing them down as Y/N turned her around to face the counter.

They massaged her ass cheeks before they pushed her legs further apart. Soon running their hardened member through her folds, teasing her before ramming it right inside. Not giving her chance to adjust as they thrust their hips at a steady pace.

Wanda failed to keep herself up as her arms failed her, her chest touching the cold surface beneath as Y/N's hand found her hair. Holding her cheek against the surface as they went harder and faster.

It didn't take longer for Wanda to cum once more as Y/N continued to pound into her. Not giving her chance to calm down so she soon squirted all over the floor as they came inside her. Y/N helped clean her up before letting her lay in their bed before they cleaned the kitchen and the floor.

Neither realising that someone was approaching the house, looking for his wife.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #elizabeth olsen #wanda x you #wanda x y/n #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x you

[nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius]

TBB Incorrect Quotes, Part 9

Echo, comming Crosshair: Okay turn around. Echo: No, the other way. Echo: The other other way. Echo: Okay, one more time. Echo: A little to the left. Echo: No, your other left. Crosshair: OH MY GOD, WHERE ARE YOU?!? Echo: Oh, I'm not there yet. But the thought of you aimlessly spinning in circles amuses me.

Echo: Where are my fucking keys?  Hunter: Echo, Omega is around, can you say it a little nicer?  Echo: May I ascertain the whereabouts of my FUCKING KEYS?! 

Tech: This is Hunter. He loves his personal space. *Omega latches herself onto Hunter* Tech: This is Omega. She also loves Hunter's personal space.

Hunter, texting Crosshair: Text me when you’re home safely. Crosshair: I’m home dangerously. Hunter: Stop it. Crosshair: I’m home lethally.

Wrecker: *shatters a window and climbs through it*  Wrecker: *turns around and helps Omega through it* Breaking and entering is wrong Omega.  Omega: Okay. 

Tech: May luck (and this picture of Wrecker eating shredded cheese at 3 in the morning) be with you. 

Tech: Hello friends!  The Squad: Tech: You might be wondering why I’m taped to the ceiling

Hunter: I am in charge of this disaster!  Crosshair: I have a name, you know.

Echo: Protip is you do not feel good about yourself after eating tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce.  Wrecker: What's wrong with you??  Echo: I literally JUST said I ate tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce?? Pay attention.  Omega: No, he means other than that.  Echo: Ohhhhhh.  Echo: I haven't slept in 4 days.

Wrecker: Every zoo is a petting zoo unless you’re a coward.  Hunter: I’m worried about you.

Tech: You are, of course, wondering why it is I have brought you here tonight.  Echo: Actually, Tech, after all these years, I just sort of go with it.

Hunter: It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s free: pouring river water in your socks!  Tech: Why would I do that?  Hunter: It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s free!

Tech: Could you be anymore annoying?  Crosshair: Yes.

Wrecker: We’re kind of missing something guys.  Omega: Cohesion?  Crosshair: Teamwork?  Tech: A general sense of what we’re doing?  Echo: And Hunter is not here.  Omega: Oh, and that, yeah.

Tech: The adjective for metal is metallic. Tech: But not so for iron, which is ironic. Crosshair: It's 3am.

Crosshair: *sneaking in through the window*  Echo: *turning in his chair and flicking the light on* You want to tell me where you've been all night?  Crosshair: I was with Hunter?  Hunter: *turning in his chair* Wanna try again? 

Echo: Let's get personal. What's the hardest thing you've ever had to say? Tech: I need help. Hunter: I'm sorry. Crosshair: I was wrong. Wrecker: Worcestershire sauce.

Omega, when Wrecker walks in: Oh, hey, I'm just making pizza.  Omega: *accidentally smacks Tech in the face with the baking sheet* 

Echo: What's gone wrong, Hunter?  Hunter: Hey! That’s one hell of a thing to say to a person. Just because I’m calling doesn’t mean there’s a crisis.  Echo: That’s technically true, I suppose. Why are you calling?  Hunter: Well... There’s a crisis. 

Wrecker: Omega, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason.  Omega, wearing a hoodie that's 5 times bigger than her size: Spooky. 

Tech: Throw lamps at people who need to lighten up, and throw handles at someone who needs to get a grip!  Hunter: Throw a refrigerator at someone who needs to chill!  Echo: Throw scissors at someone who needs to cut it out!  Wrecker: Throw a clock at someone who needs to get with the times!  Omega: Throw matches at someone who needs to get fired up!  Crosshair: Throw a brick at someone to kill them.

Tech: You're pathetic!  Wrecker: You're pathetic-er!  Crosshair: You're both losers. 

Hunter walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Wrecker, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK.  Wrecker, sipping coffee happily: I love you too :) 

Tech: You need to stop swearing so much.  Echo: Shut the fuck up.  Tech: Yeah, that's not how you do it.  Echo: Alright sorry. It's just that it's hard not to swear. The words just creep up on me when I least expect it.  Tech: Now now, don't be like that. Just replace the swear words with 'beep' and you'll be fine.  Echo: Shit the beep up.  Tech:  Echo: SHUT, DAMMIT! I MEANT SHUT!

Omega: If I run and leap at Hunter, he will most certainly catch me in his arms.  Omega, running towards Hunter: Coming in!  Hunter: No! I’m holding coffee!  Hunter: *Drops coffee and catches Omega* 

Wrecker: I think this might be a bad idea...  Crosshair: Don't start thinking on me now! 

Tech: Just be careful, Wrecker!  Wrecker: *heading out the door* I'm always careful, Tech!  Wrecker: It's everything around me that's careless.

Hunter: I hope you have an explanation for this.  Wrecker: We have three actually-  Tech: Pick your favorite.

Echo: I have so much energy, I want to run a marathon or commit a crime... which should I do?  Hunter: Please don’t get arrested.  Echo: No promises! <3  Tech: Why not both? Get creative!  Echo: Wonderful suggestion, thank you.  Hunter: Please don’t encourage them, Tech. 

Crosshair & Omega: *accidentally set the kitchen on fire*  Crosshair: We need an adult!  Omega: Crosshair, you are an adult!  Crosshair: We need an adultier adult! Get Hunter!

Tech, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe?  Echo: Yeah, sure.  *A few minutes later*  Echo: Here you go.  Tech:  Echo:  Crosshair: Why am I here? 

#incorrect bad batch quotes #incorrect quotes #the bad batch #tbb #star wars #echo chose chaos this time

[katesmemes]

feel free to change any pronouns, etc. || may contain some nsfw!

"I don't think that blush is your shade."

"I'll probably just stay home."

"This is the first critical rager of the year."

"You know what your doctor said."

"You need socialization."

"Why don't you use my tanning bed?"

"You're in need, babe."

"I'm really sorry you got electrocuted."

"Are you hot for anyone?"

"[Name], [Name], [Name], [Name], [Name], [Name], [Name]!"

"I don't know who that is."

"He doesn't play sports; he's cerebral."

"This party is gonna be clutch!"

"These things will turn your feet into hamburger helper."

"It's not haunted, just abandoned. Desecrated."

"Well, I heard [Name(s)] do witchcraft over there."

"I've never seen anybody there."

"I think it's really peaceful and quiet."

"I talk to him sometimes."

"I brought this for you."

"It's kinda morbid when I wear it so I wanted you to have it."

"That's really weird, [Name]."

"I just don't think anyone should be forgotten."

"Y'know, I wasn't gonna say anything, they were such a mess, but you look amazing now!"

"Oh my God, [Name], bag your face!"

"How do you know my name?"

"So what exactly happened to her?"

"I can never ever talk about it, for personal and legal reasons, and i also pinky swore, but I guess I can tell you. I trust you."

"I'd be screwed up if I were her, too."

"Hi, sorry, how do we know each other?"

"You're being so dramatic."

"This is not what I expected from you; you have so much potential."

"Lets find somewhere for you to sit for a bit, yeah?"

"I hate parties like this; I don't even know why I came."

"Your hair feels like easter grass."

"You know it's not nice to lead people on."

"I wish I was with you."

"It's okay; everyone does it."

"You should probably get going."

"Did you smash the mirror in the bathroom?"

"Do you know what happens to people who act out?"

"How about an apology?"

"I feel like I may want to apologize for what happened last night."

"Well, I'm glad you're okay."

"Oh, is there pizza left?"

"I think I'm gonna skip the movie."

"I'm just really tired from work."

"Do you know how hard that is on the groin muscles?"

"It doesn't even hurt anymore."

"Do you like this song?"

"We're better off up here in case anyone comes home."

"I haven't said this many words in a row in forever."

"I hate to say it, but you're either crazy, or just goddamned inconsiderate!"

"You're kind of absurd, aren't you?"

"I really don't get your fixation with that one."

"There are plenty of halfway-dece guys who would date you."

"I wanna help you, I really do, but I dunno how."

"It's a waste of time to try and fix a boy; it's better to just accept a guy's flaws."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"What happened to your neck?"

"You don't want to hold my hand?"

"This whole place gives me the creeps, okay?"

"I thought that was a really cool thing to say."

"Don't feel bad about what we did!"

"You saved me."

"Is that a rad new trend or something?"

"I don't play with dolls anymore."

"I'm sure there's some explanation."

"You know I'm usually pretty cool about things, right?"

"I have a bad feeling about this."

"You have no idea how scary this is."

"I actually feel like something's wrong."

"People are so afraid of death because they dunno when it's gonna happen to them."

"I'm not afraid of death anymore."

"I don't wanna die a virgin."

"I want to do it with someone I truly love."

"You're so supportive."

"I love our conversations."

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude."

"How about I drive since you're not feeling so good?"

"Your boobs look great by the way."

"This is just too freaking much."

"It's your fault we're screwed."

"You act like you're happy for me, and you care about me, but you're not really happy for me."

"You couldn't let me have this one thing?"

"You knew I liked him and you went after him on purpose!"

"I swear, I would never do that to you!"

"Guys usually only want me for one thing."

"It just was never gonna work out between us."

"I don't have feelings for you like that."

"Do you know how uncool that is?!"

"Uh, you're not making any sense."

"Thank you for being nice to me when no one else was."

"You're the type of person who usually bullies me or looks right through me, but you didn't."

"You actually went out of your way to try to tell people I was part of your family."

"You really actually wanted me to be your sister..."

"You're a great person, [Name]."

"Listen, we're running out of time."

"Make love to me."

#rp meme #roleplay meme #rp starter sentences #rp starters #starter sentences #roleplay starters #rp sentence starters #ask meme #sentence starters #ask prompt #movie sentence starters #lisa frankenstein sentence starters #lisa frankenstein starter sentences

[matamisin]

I am absolutely living for the Stardew art. I love that game so much and have over 600 hours of playtime in it. I did have a little bit of a request but feel free to ignore! Could you rate all of the potential spouses based on your personal interpretations?

Hiii!! Yes yes yes thank you for this ask- I planned to do quick portraits anyways! <3 <3

But let's start!!

[PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, reblogs welcome! >:3c)

Harvey: 10/10

Handsome yes yes

Very sweet and loyal like bro LETS GO that's all I need

Doctor?? AKA he fixes up love interest who regularly gets into trouble? Endless possibilities BRO this is my favorite trope to write/draw about

HOWEVER HARVEY DOESN'T ACCEPT ANY INSURANCE HE JUST CHARGES OUR ASSES bro I'm trying to have a tender moment of almost dying and him worrying and then BOOM hands me my bill like "see you at home honey ily"

Overall he would treat us right yes

Animals LOVE his ass but he's awkward with them LOL

He's often a tired man due the clinic but he'll pull through to do things with the farmer when they're dating (like outings)

In the beginning when farmer is frequently getting hurt in the mines and being brought in hurt, he buys them a walkie-talkie. He's said multiple times that he doesn't recommend going in those dangerous places but learns that farmer's determined to keep going so he'll do what he can to make sure they can relay when they need help

He'll chime in on the walkie when he sees farmer going towards the mines and has them check things off a mental list (hi, this is Harvery- going to the mines? Do you have your weapon? How about food? You have your first-aid kit on you too right?)

This man will be TENSE the whole day when he knows farmer is in the mines. He'll only ease up once he knows they're not in there anymore

Disclaimer: from here on most of what I write will be 100% from my head because I haven't married anyone else yet LMFAO

Sam: 10/10

I interpret him as the golden retriever type- very hyper and friendly

That just makes him 1000% more loveable

HE'D TREAT US RIGHT

Very good with kids cause of Vincent which is like YES

A little blunt sometimes but that's wassup

Doesn't eat the best (AKA I give him two pizzas every week. Hmm. So maybe that means I'M the problem lol)

Also doesn't really know a lot of cooking, but when he moves in farmer finds new-looking cookbooks tucked away in his spaces

I feel like he'd be the type to have a switch in attitude- he's v friendly UNTIL he has reason to distrust/not like someone and then he'll flip from bright to cold (especially if the person has bad intentions about somebody he cares about)

Doesn't realize farmer and him are dating he just thinks they’re hanging out a lot and just kissing as really good friends

When he does realize they’re dating he gets all flustered and red

Would let you win at Mario-Kart

Despite his goofiness, he knows how to be a gentleman. He's always keeping an eye on farmer and making sure they're okay. If they're out together, the moment the sun goes down his jacket is on farmer's shoulders. When it's raining and he wakes up late and sees that farmer has gone out of the house for the day, he'll get up quick and run around with an umbrella and a thermos of hot coffee until he finds farmer. He'll follow farmer around with the umbrella covering mostly farmer, so he gets pretty drenched.

Very vocal about his love

Shane: 10/10

Ah the chicken man himself

ALSO GREAT WITH KIDS but in a different light- he's way more protective about them whereas Sam is more the laid-back and playful parent-figure (he throws his children into the air)

Recovering from his alcoholism and the habits that came with it (messiness and cluttery) but he's trying his best aww

Will rub his stubble on your face when he comes in for a hug ouchie

Even though he is not a dad- he just comes with dad stuff (dad outfits, dad jokes, EVERYTHING)

His chickens are protective of him so you must prove yourself worthy

(In my headcanons, Joja is kinda twisted) Will start to distance himself from Joja after farmer tells him of how they're trying to hurt the Junimos. He may eventually quit to work elsewhere, even though he doesn’t really know what Junimos are but something about farmer telling him about them seems sincere

He's very cuddly after getting to know him and dating. His love language happens to be physical touch and every touch makes him fall harder

This also means he gets a little sad when it's summer and too hot to cuddle that farmer turns around in their sleep. He gets pouty in the morning after until he gets a kiss LMAO

He'll frequently realize how messy he leaves his spaces, and will clean up. He tries to upkeep the cleanliness and manages it for a few days before it starts to get messy again. Sometimes it lasts a while, but sometimes it just slips his mind due to bad habits

Farmer pops into mind every time he has an urge to drink, and he'll shake it off and go do something else for them. He's DETERMINED to be the best person he can be for farmer

Alex: 10/10

A little rough at first lol- his attitude is very icky in the beginning BUT he's cute 

Once you get through that exterior he practically does a 180- HE'S SO SWEET AND CARING and no longer uhhh icky

He would tackle things for you (can he help farmer out of the mines when they pass out in the game? If he does I'd like to think he just picks them up and BOOKS it for the exit knocking anything in his path down LMFAO)

Becomes pouty when he gets a little jealous

Again he's very sweet- he kisses Evelyn and George on the cheeks every morning before he leaves the house, he often thinks about his late mom and visits her grave with flowers from Pierre's and has a small picnic there

I feel he would be prone to dreams about his mom, waking up in a cold sweat and tears. After the 8-heart event he gets up and does something sweet like making a whole breakfast for Evelyn & George or giving Dusty some quality time with walks, playing, and a good treat

Will be extremely protective over farmer. Farmer gives him a heart attack every time they go to the mines or the skull cavern or even in the sewer like baby what are you doing WHY ARE YOU GOING INTO THE MANHOLE

The caves he can't follow farmer with because he knows he isn't trained to fight monsters like farmer is and might hold them back instead, but he'll wait outside or tell Harvey that farmer's in the mines instead

Doesn't come out with it but he needs a lot of reassurance due to abandonment issues. He gets a little clingy and touchy but a little shy. (reaching for farmer’s hand/just pinching onto a part of the farmer’s clothes and holding on)

Sebastian: 10/10

This one might be rough cause I've never really felt much for him IM SORRY

Once farmer asks him out he's very unsure how to proceed. He'll call them things like dude and bro *with love*

It's literally like pulling teeth for him to call farmer honey just cause he's never been the affectionate type till now hehehe he'll try to say it and then drop to his knees like OTL and curl up (He'll get it eventually tho- this is just like the first few months LMFAO)

He has frogs right? He'll show you his frogs 

Your void chickens will love this emo boy they just vibe y'know?

He shows his love through acts of service and gifts, finding out the things you love and bringing them to you

As awkward as he is, his true intentions are very evident when he starts to really try to reconnect with Robin and asking her for advice on most anything he hasn't much a clue about.

He wants to be able to properly feel like part of his family, because farmer tells him that he deserves to feel loved there too. He’ll have a difficult heart-to-heart with Robin, Demetrius, and Maru and over time the family dynamic starts to heal. Sebastian is eternally grateful for farmer and tells them about the relationship and they’re all overjoyed to have farmer as part of the family too

He WILL stop smoking if farmer ever raises concern for his well-being

He starts to come out of his shell more (in general) as he and farmer progress their relationship. He tries his best to be a great partner, and everyone can sense that his demeanor is a little bit brighter than before. He starts to not be as shy about PDA too

He has many hoodies for farmer to steal HOWEVER they're all the exact same pair HAHAHA

Elliott: 10/10

I may also struggle with Elliott for similar reasons

Handsome right off the bat bro

But you'll never be able to be the one with the great hair in the relationship cause man he dominates in that

I see him as a gentle lover- very old-school romantic

He writes farmer love poems and songs often HE WILL SERENADE FARMER EVEN THOUGH HE'S ALREADY MOVED IN

Has pictures of farmer EVERYWHERE like his desk, in his books and notebooks, and has one of those accordion picture holders in his wallet of farmer and himself (and their child(ren) when time comes) He shows them off to the other villagers at the Saloon even tho they literally know farmer LMAOO

Has a very comforting vibe to him- he knows how to coddle farmer after they take a visit to the clinic

He'd let farmer use his favorite pen, trusting that it would return to him

Romantic gestures are EVERYWHERE. Songs, poems, so many pretty flowers in farmer's hair. 

I think he'd be the best cook out of everyone. Farmer wants to go out on a fancy date out of the village?? S'NOT GOOD ENOUGH- Elliott will change the whole decor of the kitchen and spend hours cooking and preparing for farmer to come home and then he plays all the roles (waiter, bus person, lover, etc) through the entire meal. But if farmer really actually wants to go out he'll go with it

Bachelorettes will be done in part 2 soon!

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew harvey #stardew sam #stardew shane #stardew alex #stardew sebastian #stardew elliott #sdv harvey #sdv sam #sdv alex #sdv shane #sdv sebastian #sdv elliott #stardew valley farmer #sdv farmer #stardew valley headcanons #i dont know how to format things anymore LMAO im very rusty on tumblr #had a lot of fun with these!! i hope its not too mesyy lol cause i also came up with these on the spot ad;jlaksdj #they are all 10 out of 10 i dont have the heart to put anything else on the ratings ;laksdf;lksd #but here are some of my headcanons about them!! if theres things in there that are like 100% canon thats a coincidence LMAOOO #im too scramble brained to keep track of canon and non canon things hehehe

[morgansunflower]

Sweet

Damian Wayne X Pregnant! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, nudity, angst and comfort.

Words:1331

Arthur's notes! Third P. O. V. Good mom Talia.

Damian didn't want his family in the middle of his business.. Though now he's going to be a father.. With someone he loves dearly. How could he keep such a beautiful secret?

Damian had arms gently folded annoyed his girlfriend hadn't come back yet. The ex-assassin pushed button on the coffee maker to pour into his cup of coffee. The mug was his 'secret mug' as Damian and Y/N would say.. Seeing as it said. ~My Girlfriend Taste Better Than Justice~

Their relationship was kept a secret amongst the two because... They know panic would ensue if they told everyone. Before he takes a sip of coffee the front door to his apartment opens. Damian knew it was her even before they were dating she would just let herself in.

"Habibi, how was the appointment?! I'm in the kitchen I'll be right there"

He hears the door shut gently, which was odd because she usually shuts it abruptly.. While saying a extremely flirty or say a playfully insulting comment. He stepped to the entrance of the door. His bright smile turned to complete concern for her. Her eyes were swelled with redness from constant tears, her sweet lips trembling, her shoulders slouched and her beautiful eyes were weeping.

"Y/N?.. Darling what's wrong? What did the Dr say? Are you ok?"

Y/N stuttered trying to speak but only ended up crying more. In a rushed manner. Damian puts the coffee cup down on the coffee table. That would have to wait till later. He walks closer to her. He takes her hands softly holding them. She squeezed his hands, unable to calm down. He guides her to his.. Their bedroom.

So many beautiful moments that they cherished happened in this room. It was the first time she became vulnerable with someone and of all people it was Damian. He was so thrilling.. Absolutely outstanding and kind to her needs. She made him feel as though he wasn't alone. She knew he'd never hurt her heart, even though she didn't always feel that way. It was this room where they spent all their time in each other's company, feeling free and safe.

Damian holds her hands guiding her to sit down on the bed. Damian sits beside her letting her cling to him. Damian holds her close to his chest. She grips his shirt as her heartbeat finally began to calm down.

"deep breaths in and out" she did just that feeling so much better "you did beautifully.. You listen to me so well" he smirked trying to make her smile

"shhh shut up Dami" she scoffed chuckling with a slight shake to her throat

"what's wrong?" he asked more directly before his worry caused him to shake within his throat

"I..." she began to stutter

Damian began to dry her tears "I did not mean to rush you take your time"

"pocket" she said taking a deep breath

"what?.."

"please just reach your hand to my ass and reach in my pocket!"

He had a wry smile "since you said please"

He reaches in her pocket feeling a picture. He takes the picture seeing the ultrasound. A baby... Damian takes a deep breath. He's gonna be a father, a dad. His heart swelled beating fastly. He hugs her gently. She's pregnant with his baby.

"if your tears are falling because you think I am upset.. You're so wrong"

She lifts her head to him seeing his smile made her heart leap. She smiled to him and kisses his lips. She had missed him all day but..

"are you sure? You have to be sure. I am so happy I'm pregnant. To have the baby and raise it with you would make me feel so.. Overjoyed it's all I ever wanted.. But you have to be sure"

"Y/N you're my love. I want you with all of my heart and our child"

The family completely supported Y/N once they were told she's pregnant. Bruce insisted she, stay at the Manor where it's, safe. He never formally adopted her but she was apart of this family. Everyone was curious on who the baby daddy is.

It was near lunch time and Dick just brought pizzas. Jason walked to Y/N's room with a, plate of pizza for her. He knocked on the door and let's himself in as she, said to.

"hey kiddo I brought you some--" Jason stammered as she lighty pushed the plate away

She jolted into the bathroom her face in the toilet throwing up from the horrible smell.

"fuck, what did I do?" Jason mumbled "I'm sorry kid!" he sincerely apologized

Damian rushed to her room hearing her throwing up. He sees his older brother with a guilty expression.

"I just brought her a piece of garlic pizza?" Jason nervously said

"ooh NOO garlic! Dammit! She cannot withstand the smell of garlic. It makes her instantly nauseous. Just eat it.. Maybe even leave the room with it"

"I don't want to. You eat it and why the hell do you know what makes her sick?" Jason asked curiously

"I'm not eating that! I ALREADY had some" he lied.

He really didn't want to eat it. Because he would definitely be kissing her and she would definitely smell it in his mouth.

Y/N finally finished reeking as she enters the room Jason stuffed the pizza in his mouth.

She began wiping her lips with a, cloth "stop interrogating him. He's just being sweet because he pity's me Jay"

Jason scoffed "since when are you defending him?"

"since I'm being kind. Honestly Todd it's not like I'm the father of her child" he scoffed

"yeah I know Dami" Jay snarled "well seeing as I'm the bad guy I'm going to go find myself useful elsewhere"

As Jason left the room Y/N glared as she threw plastic toy to her baby daddy. To which Damian softly laughed.

"you idiot! You're going to expose our secret!" she snapped

"no I'm not. But you might from yelling" Dami smirked

She snarled glaring at him...

Damian sighed softly "come hither" he said, taking her hands and pulling her to him.

She gently ran her knuckles through his hair. She suddenly was no longer frustrated with him.

"what are we going to do Dami?"

He sweetly kisses her small growing bump. "we're going to go lay down"

"I guess that is not a terrible idea"

She lays against his chest Damian moved his hand under her shirt to rub his palm against her skin in soothing circles.

"thank you for not eating THAT by the way" she smiled softly kissing him.

"you truly believe I was to risk not being aloud to kiss you" he said kissing her cheek

"and yet you said the word baby daddy to Jason" she scoffed

"I did not!" he defends

"you basically did Dami"

Three weeks later. Damian had to leave with the team for a few days. She was pissed to say the least. It was 3 hours until Damian had to leave. The couple were in her tub together as he gently kisses all around her beautiful skin. She had her back against his chest relaxing in his touch.

"I don't want you to go" she said with a shallow breath.

He gently strokes her hair looking into her eyes that were more beautiful than anything he'd ever seen.. Perhaps that was why he did not treat her with the kindness she deserves? He was afraid.

"I don't either Habibi. But it's only for a few days and when I get back we'll spend every minute together"

"I know.. She kicked!" she smiled taking his hand to place on her bump

Damian softly smiled feeling a gentle movement from her bump "your Baba will be back very soon my little one" he cooed rubbing her bump as Y/N slightly spun to move her arms to touch his face "there is something I want you to consider"

"I'm listening" she responded

"I want my family to know you as the mother of my child and as.. my betrothed"

"are you asking me to marry you?!!!"

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Part 2 below

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[roxineedstosleep]

Hello, this is Reader's phone number, please leave a message after the beep.

Hi, this is Bruce, I wanted to let you know that Dick has been asking about you for days and whether you're going to his gymnastics competition next week Thursday.

I know you're just his babysitter, but he's really grown quite fond of you in the few months you've been taking care of him and he can't stop talking about you. I hope it won't be too much trouble in your schedule for you to go that day; would it convince you if I told you we were all going out for pizza?

Well, I hope the invitation is well welcome.

Also, I wanted to schedule the whole month of July with you to watch Dick every day. Due to company business I have to travel and see some things abroad on my own, and I want to take Dick with me so he won't be lonely, but I'll need a little help to see him. Don't worry about the cost of things, I'll cover for everything you need myself. I feel he would be more at ease knowing that there is someone who likes and loves him on this trip.

I hope to see you this Friday so you can help me buy Dick his birthday present. Remember you are invited and - Dick's words - your presence is mandatory.

Well, I won't take up any more of your time, I hope you have a good week.

------------------------- BEEP -------------------------------

You listened through the old message machine you had in the flat.

Your brow furrowed as you finished listening to everything Mr. Wayne was saying.

Did Richard like you, or did Mr. Wayne have another boy Richard and you were getting confused?

It's just that… Richard didn't like you.

It was true that you had been looking after him almost every day for a good couple of months, at least until Mr. Wayne or the butler was free (you could bet that the most hours you had been with Richard was about 5 hours, since they were always present), since that was the schedule with the nanny agency that the butler had hired, but at no time did the boy seem to like you.

The situation was somewhat delicate, and as much as you tried to be professional and kind to the boy, there was not a day when the poor boy looked at you in a defiant or annoyed manner. Or, even to your misfortune, you would get the odd toy or book dropped at your feet… or in your face; if Richard's day had been particularly heavy.

You totally understood, mourning was a long process; and even more so if the one who was supposed to take care of you needed to fulfil his duties within a company as important and renowned as Wayne Co.

He obviously wasn't going to be entirely comfortable with the presence of a stranger, let alone try to be friendly if, from what the butler had once told you, other nannies weren't so kind to him.

It wasn't that Bruce didn't love Richard, he loved him very much and that's why he refused to leave the boy unattended when the butler couldn't see him. As soon as he found out about the lack of appreciation of the previous nannies he fired them and denounced the agencies.

But he couldn't be stuck 24/7 with a child and make work meetings, he couldn't overload the butler either; he didn't get any younger, even though he had good stamina.

The only reason you had still kept the nanny job with the Waynes, ironically enough, was that Richard hadn't complained about you or your behaviour. You never raised your voice to him, you brought him snacks and - if you felt it was a good day - you would offer to take him on short walks in the gardens. He didn't like you, not at all, but you weren't a fairy-tale witch either.

You could say that, at least to him, you were an adult with whom he had to deal.

And you were not offended by that kind of thinking towards you. He was not the first or the last child to think in a similar way. But, thank God and Alfred's stern gaze (and you suspect his biological parents' previous upbringing), Richard was one of the few who wasn't terribly spoiled and would make your day a living hell. You suppose that, had things been different when you first met each other, Richard would have been a lovely boy to look after.

But that wasn't what was important or what was really bothering you.

Even if you were free next week, you didn't want to go to that championship. You knew that Richard would show off and be perfect, but you didn't want to push his buttons anymore… Not to mention you had a date with your boyfriend.

And that you were planning to move out of town in a couple of weeks.

Being an agency nanny had allowed you to save good money, even more so with rich clients; rich clients who didn't hesitate to give you extra for looking after their problem children.

And well, they had been planning everything for a couple of months already.

You just hoped the agency would notify Mr. Wayne of your resignation and they could get Richard a nice new nanny.

After all, Mr. Wayne seemed like a completely reasonable and nice guy.

Didn't he?

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[madameaug]

Who's He? || JHS x OC

Pairing: Older Rich Jung Hoseok (28) x RA Nala Coleman (22)

Featuring: RA Jennette Brooks (22) & RA Althea Miller (21)

WC: 2.7k

Context: Jennette and Althea "Thea" catch wind of a new guy in their best friend, Nala's life. They know how reserved Nala can be when she's talking to a new guy. With good intent, the two girls just want to know who the lucky guy is. What's the harm in that? Right?

*edited

Jennette and Althea cleaned up the empty pizza boxes from their residential event that a few students attended. Or at least that's what the girls would write on their report to their boss. Part of their duties as an RA required planning and hosting events for their residents at least once a month.

Althea came up with the idea to have a movie night in the dorm's lobby. In hopes of getting some engagement from residents. The dorm held over 300 students, and no one showed up. Even the pizza was free. Not letting the New York-style cheesy pizza go to waste, the two women chowed down on the pizza.

Jennette rubbed her stomach. "Hi peanut." Althea laughed at the pet name. Jennette gave her food baby.

"Seriously?"

"They were made with cheese and love." The two women walked into the office beside the front desk. They pulled out their own laptop and started doing their individual assignments. The office walls were decorated with safe sex, alcohol poisoning awareness, and anti-drug flyers. Flyers that the RA's were required to create. Jennette, Althea, and Nala were the only female RA's in the dorm. And the only black woman RA's at that. Naturally, the job brought the girls closer together. When you saw one, you knew the other two were nearby. They were three peas in a pod.

"Is Nala coming?"

"I thought so, I knew she was meeting with someone before coming."

"Oh." Althea ears perked up. "Is it someone we know?"

Nala walked alongside a well-dressed man on the other side of the large office window. Completely unaware of the two pairs of eyes watching her. She was on her fourth rendezvous with Hoseok. A man she was introduced to at her internship at a Public Relations Firm.

Hoseok had always been kind to Nala since her first day at the firm. He brought her Starbucks whenever he went on a coffee run, invited her to lunch with his co-workers, and offered to walk her to her car late at night. Every gesture was appreciated and got the two talking. Due to her workload, Nala barely had time to sit down and get to know Hoseok outside of her hour lunch break, which unfortunately didn't align with his. So she was spending time with him outside of the office.

Tonight, Nala and Hoseok attended a spoken word session on campus. Nala loved the arts. Especially poetry. When she wasn't working at her internship or fulfilling her RA duties, she wrote her own poems. Many were quite intimate detailing her childhood growing up in a neighborhood stained with gun violence. The most recent poem she wrote was an ode to her older brother who recently passed due to gun violence.

Hoseok on the other hand, was a patron of the arts. His apartment on the Upper West Side had lots of expensive paintings. Collections that would one day be worth millions. Many people judged his exterior, stereotyping him as just another elitist snob. Maybe it was how he dressed that gave others that perception. It often led him being limited in his platonic relationships.

Hence the reason he found Nala to be so refreshing. Someone who had similar interests and could hold a genuine conversation with him. He hoped that there would be plenty more instances down the road for him to get to know her.

"No way that's Nala?" Jennette watched in disbelief. "Look there no space between them." Jennette lifted up a singular blind watching her friend. She was dressed in a casual attire. Dark denim jeans and a light sweatshirt. Her 'Barbie' ponytail is still elegant as ever and holding up in the wind. Jennette watched Nala speak to the man beside her with a smile.

"Tell me! Tell me! What's happening?!" Althea stood behind Jennette, curious as to what their friend was doing.

"I think she's on a date."

"Date?" Althea peaked through another row of blinds. "No way!"

"Yes way!"

"I hope I didn't bore you, with the spoken word. You can be honest and say I did."

Nala and Hoseok stopped in under a street light, which was in perfect viewing for Jennette and Althea.

"I enjoyed myself tonight. Thanks to you."

Nala smiled. She was fearful that poetry would bore Hoseok as it did with her previous dates. Which is why she pushed off the idea until the fourth or fifth hangout.

"Do you write your own poems?"

"Yes, but they aren't any good. Not really of the quality we heard tonight."

"I'm sure your poems are just as good. I would love to hear them." Hoseok had a smile on his face. He didn't really care if the poems were shit or Shakespeare's quality. He didn't want tonight to be the last time that they saw each other.

Nala was blushing; Hoseok was the first person to inquire about hearing her poems. She kept the hobby so close to herself that she felt self-conscious about performing her poems.

"I'll keep that in mind." She twisted her foot.

Nala just looked into Hoseok's eyes. The attraction between them was rising the longer they stared at each other. Although neither really cared at the moment.

"I shouldn't keep you out this late. I'm sure you have an early morning."

Nala didn't want to think about her 8:30 am senior seminar that was a constant fight to stay awake in. Her professor just read off the PowerPoint, so it was a bad start to her Tuesday and Thursday mornings. The only good thing is that once that class ended, she would go to the PR firm and see Hoseok.

"I'll see you tomorrow. And lunch will be on me this time."

"Nonsense. You're in college. Save your money."

"Well, I'm going to buy you a coffee or something. I feel like I owe it to you."

"Don't worry about it. That's what friends are for."

Hoseok felt compelled to throw the word out there. He didn't want to confine himself to the domain of friendship. Not to say that he didn't want to be friends with Nala. He just hoped he didn't shoot himself in the foot. Maybe one day he could invite Nala on a date. Not as friends, but perhaps as potential lovers.

The next morning continued as it usually did. Nala woke up and got dressed for her boring seminar class. Today she was back to her preppy attire. A floral crop top blouse with flared green pants. Tan four-inch pumps to match. Image was everything to Nala. She looked good, she felt good. A few squirts of her favorite spring perfume completed the flowery lotion.

Hoseok J. notification

Nala looked down, seeing Hoseok smiling, standing in line at Starbucks. The line was easily twenty people deep. She shook her head, knowing that he wasn't going to allow her to treat him.

She hearted the picture and made her way to her class. She smiled as she past her freshman residents. Most were a little 'special' in their own right, but were sweet at heart. Many students at the school were first-generation, so many common sense things to her were sincere.

Ten feet away from her dorm, a scrawny man carrying a bouquet of flowers rushed in Nala's direction. She was careful to avoid his path as the bouquet covered in his line of sight.

"Wait are you Nala Coleman?" He spoke breathlessly.

"Whose asking?" The question sounded alot more standoffish than she wanted. It was the few things that she took away growing up. Be cautious identifying yourself to strangers. Who knows what their intention is with that information.

"These are for you. For the prettiest girl on campus. From Mr. Jung Hoe-suck."

The man handed over the flowers. Nala didn't realize how heavier they looked, compared to how effortlessly the man carried them. She didn't even have time to correct the man before he spun on his heels.

Thankfully with her heels, Nala could see over the bouquet and continued her walk to class. An undeniable smile on her face. She caught the attention of several college students, wondering who was behind the sweet gesture.

Two of those people being her good friends.

"Omg! Omg!" Althea cheesed. She started rattling off questions, Nala not even sure were to start. Jennette was too busy reading the note hanging from the plastic wrap.

"Hoseok?"

"Is that the name of the new man in your life?" Althea teased.

"Our life." Jennette corrected.

"He's not my man."

"Not yet." Althea chimed in. "He's clearly shooting his shot."

"An expensive shot. These must have cost two hundred dollars easily. He must be a trust fund kid or something."

"Well he's not in college." The statement caused both girls to jump.

"Wait. Nala, sweetie ... are you sugaring?" Althea whispered the last word, covering her mouth as if she said something scandalous.

"Thea shut up. No I'm not sugaring. And I'm trying get to class, that I'm currently late to."

"Oh who cares. Not like you even enjoy that class anyway." Jennette quipped in.

"This is clearly an emergency." Jennette looked towards Althea. She shrugged in agreement. "Clearly." The girls sandwiched Nala in the middle before walking in the opposite direction of where were seminar class was located.

Deep down, Nala just smiled and willingly walked with her friends.

"Tell us everything now." The girls reached their favorite spot on campus. The Student Union. There was always some tabeling or food promotion occurring in the five-story building. Scents of food always lingered, which is why the girls loved it so much. They sat in the food court-style room, munching on fruit parfait.

"There's not even much to say. He's just a guy at my internship that I hang out with sometimes after work."

"Is that what you were doing last night"

"How'd you know?"

"We watched you." Jennette said casually. Not caring that she admitted to stalking her friend. "Yall were standing in front of the office window."

Nala wanted to smack herself on the forehead.

"I found his Instagram." Thea revealed, leaning over to show Jennette. They swiped their finger, making internal judgments on Hoseok's public page. Nala bit her bottom lip, anxiously wanting to see the Instagram page.

"He's quite handsome, Nala." Jennette decided. "I approve."

"Much better than that computer science dude you crushed on."

"Aht Aht Aht. We promised to never speak of his existence."

"What was name, like Char-"

Like a child, Nala covered her ears. Embarrassment crept up her skin if her friends mentioned the previous man she dated and crushed on. He was six-four three hundred pounds with a full beard. A beard that connected! He had the prettiest hazel eye. He was hot, but, unfortunately was three years Nala's junior. She damn near cried upon learning that the 6'4 hunk was a freshman. She blocked him and hasn't spoken to him since.

"I gotta go if yall are just going to reveal all my secrets." Nala excused herself from the table. She would need to report to her internship in forty minutes anyway. And with how crazy parking can be in the city, she needed to leave now to get good parking.

"Catch yall later."

"Byeeee." Her friends waved goodbye in unison.

Nala found a decent parking spot in the firm's parking garage. She ran on two wheels, trying to catch the slowly closing elevator. Her morning huddle would start in ten minutes and it would take her forever in these heels to go up eleven flights of stairs.

"No-" She squeaked out, cursing internally at the closed silver doors.

"Just it time," Hoseok spoke out from within the elevator. His ring-decored hand, caused the walls of the elevator to separate.

Hoseok handed Nala her go-to Dunkin drink: Vanilla Sweet Cream Cold Brew. Nala hummed, loving the vanilla taste on her tongue.

"Thank you." The elevator closed, carrying the two to the eleventh floor. This was the floor where interns and part-time staff were located. Hoseok who had been with the company for five years was on the twelfth floor, dealing with the more financial and accounting aspects. It was a quiet floor, and not as lively as the floor below.

"I'm treating you to lunch."

"Nala that's not-"

"AND you're going to accept it. No ifs buts about it." Nala gave a stern finger to Hoseok. He put his hands up in a surrender motion. He liked how feisty Nala was acting right now. Did she realize that when she got worked up, she spoke faster? Or that she spoke with her right hand more than her left. Hoseok did.

In five months that Nala had been working at the firm, Hoseok started paying more attention to those working on the eleventh floor. Who was the beauty sporting the ginger-colored cornrows? The whispy baby hairs, to match. And the distinct toffee-brown freckles across the bridge of her nose. Nala stood out on her look alone. The public relations firm was mostly Korean, with a few white and non-Korean workers. Despite not being dark complexion-wise, Nala was the only black woman in the firm.

Hoseok was drawn in by other factors besides her physical features. Her fashion always caught his attention. The preppy, 'old money' aesthetic complimented her well. She always looked put together with a tube of clear lip gloss in her hand. Constantly reapplying a layer throughout the day.

"Hoseok? You with me?" Nala waved her hand in front of his face. She stood out of the elevator with her head slightly cocked to the side. Hoseok realized that the reason the elevator had stopped is that he had yet to push a button for which floor he wanted to go to. So he stood in front of the 11th floor, a little dazed.

"Yeah, just got lost in thought for a moment." He pressed the twelfth button, before pulling away his tight button up away from his undershirt. His core temperature rising.

"One o'clock."

"One o'clock," Hoseok confirmed their usual time for lunch. And the elevator door closed.

Jennette Brooks and Althea Miller had officially signed their death certificate. Nala watched her two friends duck behind cars parked on the street. She was currently on a lunch date with Hoseok. She was treating him to a taco truck that she knew sold delicious birria tacos. They were sitting at a picnic table enjoying each other's company (per usual) when she heard Althea's undeniable New York accent. Discreetly looking around, she noticed her friends about fifteen feet from the food truck.

"Nala everything okay?"

"Huh?"

"You're like squeezing all of your toppings out of your taco." The juice from the ground beef was running down Nala's hand.

Now she could hear Jennette's southern twang. The two girls were bickering behind a rustic truck and their voices were only getting louder. "Oh gosh." She wiped her hand with a napkin.

Think. Think. Think.

"What do you think?"

"It's so flavorful. I wish I tried this sooner, but then I would probably go over budget for my eating out budget."

"You are an accountant I'm sure you can manage. That's why they pay you the big bucks."

"Jennette, move your big ass head. I can't see." An electric current shot up Nala's spine. It was hard for her to maintain her smile with Hosoek and plan how she would kill her friends. If they embarrassed her with their foolishness, she would never be able to look at Hoseok again.

"I wanted to ask you something."

"Anything," Nala responded faster than she probably should have.

"A good friend of mine is teaching a Salsa class and offered me a free class. I was wondering if you would like to take the class with me."

"Oh Hoseok I would love too, but I have zero coordination." Nala laughed.

"Did he ask her to dance? Oh god."

"Shut up! They can probably hear you. You're so loud."

Hoseok turned his head in the direction of Jennette and Althea's voices. Confusion was growing on his face. His face said it all.

"Actually, you know what, I would love to take that class with you." Nala stood up, causing Hoseok to pack his food and stand up.

"I'll scoop you up tonight then?"

"It's a date!" She walked shoulder to shoulder with Hoseok, looking behind her to see Jennette and Althea standing at their full height. The flashlight on both phones was on, and they both had a lip curl of the Grinch on their face.

"I. Hate. You. Both." Nala mouthed before giving them the bird and walking away with Hoseok.

Jennette and Althea blew kisses at Nala, smiling and laughing.

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A/N: this may or may not have been me and my friends.

AHHHHHH my first Hobi fic <3

#bts x black reader #black fem reader #hoseok x nala #bts #jung hoseok #x black reader #black oc #black fanfiction #black writers #black fanfic writer #black kpop fans #hobi #hoseok x fem reader #hoseok x black fem reader

[csphire]

Some headcanons about Dammon that I use in my fics or keep in mind when writing him.

His favorite food is pizza. He makes really-really-REALLY good pizza and lasagna too. But given that he's a tiefling he needs to make both with larger amounts of meat than what is usually found back on Earth.

He only makes lasagna on special occasions as it takes a bit more time to prepare it before putting it into the oven.

He likes baking more than stovetop cooking due to the precise measurements and the fact he can put something into an oven, and he's free to do something else.

He doesn't think to invest in installing a kitchen into his home until around a few weeks after the Absolute Plot has been resolved. Before then he would frequent the Blushing Mermaid for a bite to eat as needed or use his forge to grill or warm something up.

On his days off he'll usually go into a full-on baking and meal prep frenzy. He plans out his meals for the week so all he needs to do when he gets done working is take a dish out of the ice box and heat it up in a stove.

Aside from pizza, he lives on a variety of casseroles, sandwiches, and roasts. Breakfast is usually eggs and bacon. Yep, no worries about cholesterol in Faerûn. He strikes me as a real meat and potatoes kinda guy but, I would not be surprised if he indulged in spices to put some heat into his meals too.

He knows about Earth-correction, he knows a lot about Earth. To the point he will nerd out over our world's technology and other marvels if the topic is ever brought up. This is due to there are few people whom he can talk to about that place. Fewer still whom can wrap their heads around a world that lacks any magic and where all inhabitants are humans who have managed to come up with a variety of ways to harness lighting/electricity to adapt and thrive.

When it comes to his tools he's a little particular over who touches or moves them. His favorite hammer he's especially not keen on anyone else using. His tools, after all, are his livelihood. And once he gets better ones in Baldur's Gate his possiveness over them only eases up a little bit. Due to the fact, he can at least afford to get a backup set. He takes great care of his tools and likes them arranged and put away just so. It's not a good idea to use or borrow them without asking unless you want to start an argument.

He's always on the hunt for better tools and methods to further perfect his craft. Making basic weapons and armor he can do that in his sleep to pay the bills. Repairs and sharpening don't take him long at all too. But deep down, he would rather make something special and keep challenging himself.

I like to think he's got a love/hate relationship with infernal machinery and iron. He's awed by anything powerful. But like most, I don't think he likes the terrible cost most infernal machinery demands, which is the complete destruction of souls.

He can get sucked into what he's working on and completely lose track of time. As a result, he might stand someone up on a date or be late for an event. Sometimes he might need someone to remind him to take a break. Yes, he's prone to neglect his needs and others when hyperfocused on something.

Like most tieflings, he's ambidextrous and rotates his hammering from one hand to another to minimize strain on his arms. Still, there are times when he pushes himself too hard and needs a long soak in an Epsom salt bath.

Most of the time he smells like a mix of matchsticks (sulfur), coal dust, and the tang of whatever metal he's working on, which is mostly iron. Due to his infernal biology, he doesn't sweat nearly as much as a human or elf would. But at the end of the day, like most, he needs and takes the time to wash up.

He's more of a listener than a talker. Idle chit-chat and small talk he struggles with a little. But bring up Earth or anything related to making things with metal, not just weapons and armor, he's fully locked into the conversation and enthusiastic.

He's not just a blacksmith but a budding Artificer if he's not already one. Dammon after all literally knows how to make explosives and could easily subclass into an Armorer, Artillerist, or Battle Smith.

That's all I got for now. I wish we could have gotten to know him better and gotten more content with him in a DLC. No hate towards Larian over that, my ire is solely over Hasbro for laying off the staff at Wizard of The Coast who were working with Larian for years. Shattering that working relationship was an extremely stupid move on Hasbro's part.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #dammon #the heartbreak of no dlc is real #headcannons #character deep dive #bg3 dammon #the fact hasbro owns Dammon and our other favorite characters of BG3 sickens me #fuck hasbro

[2braincellslz]

My Prize

Ship: Corinthian x male!reader

Warnings: Corinthian shit, nothing really.

Desc: yn works at a Burlesque show as a bartender but he envies the girls on the stage. He really wants to be able to do what they do. While hes working, a mysterious blond man makes himself known and makes it clear that he isnt here for the girls.

Notes: I'm so deeply in love with the Corinthian. I'm begging yall, send in The Corinthian requests-

You were working your ass off, filling up order after order. Billy, your co-bartender, had left you for some girl. Probably one of the waiters that also wasnt doing her job. His ass was getting payed for flirting while you were going non-stop.

Any second you would get a brake, you would watched the dancers. Swinging their hips and jumping around like they owned the place. Technically, they did. Everyone came to see them.

You envied their style and glamour. You envied their flirtatious nature. You envied the eyes they got from all the attractive men, then men you could only glance at in passing.

On a lucky day. The owner, Chrissy, would ask you to play in the band if one of the guys was out sick, then you would get a lick of what the girls had.

It wasnt like the girls treated you bad. You were THE bartender they would go to if they had a problem and couldn't find Chrissy or Shawn. Whether it was a costume malfunction or a guy that was getting a little too close or a fight that broke out in the back. They invited you to activities too. Last week, they all took a poll dancing class and invited you. Whenever they would got out for pizza or sushi after work, they would invite you. Sometimes, they would try and hook you up with one of the big rollers that would come in. Saying "you deserve someone that will treat you like a prince." Never worked out but you appreciated their efforts.

"Excuse me." You herd a voice speak over the loud music and chatter of the people.

You turned around and there standing infront of you was another example of something you could look at but never thouch. Kinda ironic for the place you worked at.

The man was tall, blond hair, warm brown stylish clothes, a smile that could talk him in to everything, dark sunglasses. How could he see anything right now?

"What do you recommend?" The man leaned forward, forearms resting on the counter.

"Shots of patrons are always very popular. So are Martinis."

"I'll have a martini then."

You hummed in approve as you pulled out a martini glass and started making the mystery man a drink.

"So, what is a pretty boy like you doing working in the back and not up there?" He asked, pointing to the stage.

You had herd that one before.

"Listen, if you are trying to get cheap drinks, you cant talk your way in to it." You smiled, not even looking up from the drink. You couldn't say his comment didnt nothing for you though. A blush creeped up on your face along with a bit of hope that was quickly shoved down.

"Who said I was trying to get cheap drinks, darlin'"

You couldn't help but cough out a suprised laugh, chewing on your lip.

"Right, because any guy like you would be hitting on a guy that works behind a bar with more eyeliner on then most of the girls because you want something other then free drinks." You smiled to hopefully lessen the tension of your mini rant.

"I'm guessing you get a lot of guys flirting for free drinks?"

"More then you would expect." You slid him his drink.

"And how do you know they are only here for drinks and not to talk with a cute boy?" He hummed, sipping his drink.

"Because they leave after they get their drink."

You and the mystery man stared at eachother. You were waiting for his to prove you right. You were waiting for him to leave the stool chair and go back to whatever date he brought here. Yet, he didnt. Maybe he wanted to prove you wrong.

"I havent left yet."

"So you haven't. Would you like a reward?"

The man laughed and you cursed yourself for letting butterfly's fill your chest.

"Reward would be nice. What do you have to offer? A free drink?"

Now it was your turn to laugh. "Not a chance. But if you stick around long enough, I'll give you a prize. And no, it's not a free drink."

"Alright, that type of prize then?" He finished off the drink.

"Depends."

Then came the next wave of orders. As you worked, filling up the different trays, you half expected the handsome man to leave. It was boring here. More boring then watching the show. But to your suprise, when you were done, he was still there.

You shighed and went back to the man.

"You look great in that outfit. It complements your eyes."

"Oh, thank you." You chuckled, whipping down one of the glasses and placing it with the others. "Not as good as them."

The man swiveled in the chair, turning to look at the dancers. "Are you interested in one of them?"

"No, I dont exactly swing that way."

"You want to be up there, then."

You didnt say anything but you could tell he knew. It was obvious by the way you stared in awe at the girls. Someone who didnt know would probably think you wanted a piece of one of them.

"Have you ever thought of auditioning?"

"I wouldn't be able to do what they do. I would just be a backup dancer for the true stars."

He hummed, turning back to you. "Well, I think, the best view in the place is you."

You looked back at the guy, laughing off his comment. "We may not have any windows but we do have the best view in Hollywood."

"I never got your name, pretty boy."

"Y/n"

"Corinthian."

Corinthian. That sounded oddly familiar but you couldn't place your finger on it.

"Its nice to put a name to a pretty face." You smiled, leaning on the counter.

"Oh, I could say the same for you." His confidence never wavered. Its was very hot. It brought a stronger blush to your face.

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The club was emptying out. The last patrons were emptying out. And the blond man was still keeping you company.

"I stayed the whole time." He said, getting up and grabbing his jacket that he shead some time during yalls conversation. "Wheres my prize?"

"I was just joking about that." You chuckled. "But what do you want."

"Leaning over the counter and close your eyes."

You did as he said. You knew what was coming. It was kinda obvious. And you were right.

A quick kiss was pressed to your lips. It was too short. After all this time you spent with the charmer one small kiss was not enough to feed your need for him.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He hummed and he left.

You shighed and glanced over, seeing all the dancers staring in awe.

"YN! " one of the girls practically screamed, running over and hugging you over the counter.

"And I thought you were a lost cause." Another girl smiled.

"I owe Chrissy 30 bucks."

"It was a quick kiss!" You defended yourself but god, did you hope the blond man had more in store for you.

#the corinthian x male reader #the corinthian x male yn #the corinthian x reader #gays on the fyp #the corinthian x you #the corinthian #the Corinthian x masc reader #the Corinthian x male!reader #the Corinthian x male!yn #the Corinthian x masc!reader #the Corinthian x bartender!reader #burlesque #Burlesque fic #the sandman hc #the sandman #the sandman fic #the Corinthian fic #fluffy #fluff

[mychemicalrachel]

tell me more about your vegetarian Ronan Lynch agenda

Aah, gladly! 🙏

Ronan grew up on a farm, he was raised in a barn surrounded by animals, some of which are probably older than he is, and with the kind of private life the Lynches lived, secluded and secretive, I have no doubt he was really really close with some of those animals. He loved them, he cared for them. Take a moment to imagine young Ronan hanging out in the fields with a bunch of cows, talking to them, telling them all the secrets he isn't allowed to tell anyone else, things he's too afraid to share with even his brothers. They're his pets, his friends.

I don't think it's ever specified what kind of farm Niall ran, but I think it's safe to assume that whether it was a cow from their own farm or a neighboring farm, there was at least one time in Ronan’s life that Niall brought home some "fresh beef." And Ronan cannot eat it. We all know how compassionate Ronan is, do you really think he would be able to eat something that had a face? A name??? And I think that slaughtering any of the animals Ronan personally knew would've absolutely destroyed him.

It's just that at first; the fresh beef. It feels different to eat store-bought prepackaged meat because it's not someone Ronan knew. But as he got older, he realized that it wasn't really all that different at all, that the meat he got at the store was once an animal and it was raised just to die and maybe someone like Ronan had really loved that animal, or even worse, maybe nobody had ever loved that animal.

And to also further my Niall Lynch is a bad father agenda, I think, in some ill willed attempt to get Ronan to understand the circle of life, he took young Ronan to a slaughterhouse. That was a mistake. Niall thought that having Ronan see the whole process through would help him come to terms with it; their job is to care for the animals and then the animals get to go on to fulfill their purpose and nourish some family. But that backfires when Ronan takes one look at the facility and breaks down. Niall has to literally drag him away because Ronan gets upset and tries to set some of the cows free (it does not work, cows are kinda slow so they don't get very far).

After that, Ronan swears off meat. I think the whole avocado on pizza thing started off as a misunderstanding. Gansey and Ronan had only just recently become friends, they're still figuring each other out, and Gansey wants to make a good impression, so when they to to Nino’s the first time, he wants to be considerate. He looks at the menu and thinks "what would my new vegetarian best friend like on pizza?" and this lovable dipshit decides of course Ronan would like avocado. Because avocado is good and it is not a meat and Gansey feels awful proud of himself for that suggestion. And Ronan, poor gay Ronan who has the biggest crush on Gansey and doesn't want to hurt his feelings, goes SURE 🥴 let's order avocado on my half of the pizza! And it just becomes tradition after that 😂

#ronan lynch #💕💕💕 #thanks for letting me ramble about vegetarian Ronan 🥰

[cazperx-x]

Hiya!! The name is 🇵🇱 Anon!! Its nice to meet ya!!

I have a little request for you!! I thought of this one, and i thought why not send it to someone so here i am!! but feel free to delete this anytime if its to intense but anyways…!

Could i request Eddie Munson or Gareth with a Famous! S/O? (Maybe… something like Elvis Presley Famous? Where girls are all over them, and etc, its from that movie, it was really good so i would suggest watching it so it makes sense and etc)

Thats it!! I can send more later on lol, but thats it!! Thank you :D

Im sorry it took me so long to get to this request, but i'm finally back in a writing mood!! Also i did not watch the elvis movie

Fame has its price

Gareth Emerson x Famous!S/O

Mostly fluff, but at the end kinda angsty? I might try and write something similar later but with Gareth as the famous one and it leans more heavily towards angst.

Warnings- cursing more towards the end, also at the end the reader gets "hugged" by an adult fan without consent- very brief though im pretty sure

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Your laugh.

God it got him every time.

"Good night New York City!" You were announcing to your crowd of adoring fans, smiling through your sentence.

As long as Gareth could remember, music had brought you two together.

First time you met?

Kindergarten battle of the bands. Both of your practically clawed each others eyes out trying to get to the kiddie drum set. Who would've guessed that would lead to a 10+ year long friendship? Well, technically 12, but it's not like anyone was counting. Especially Gareth.

In middle school everyone in the crowd watched in awe as you sang your heart out during the school's talent show, obviously winning first place.

And there were times when Eddie even begged you to sing for Corroded Coffin, just one song. And of course when he couldn't convince you all Gareth had to do was ask once.

You would do anything for him.

Including convincing your agent to let Corroded Coffin open all your shows for your most recent tour across America.

Gareth's eyes darted back up to you on stage, looking around for the sign it was clear to make your way off while people tried to claw their way onto it. You were still smiling and waiving, but Gareth could see the tenseness in your smile.

But that was something to worry about another day.

Right now most of security was busy pushing teenagers and even some adults back from the stage. You tried your best to not visibly back away, but it was still necessary if you didnt want to be clawed at and pulled off the stage by strangers. Fame had its price, and a heavy one at that.

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"Look Eddie, as much as I would love cheap, greasy gas station quality pizza at the moment, I really don't feel like being torn apart limb by limb for even daring to appear in public." You sighed, after Eddie had spent the last 15 minutes trying to convince you to go out with him and the band.

"Don't make me do it Y/N," Eddie warned, glaring at you.

"Oh you wouldn't dare." You glared back.

"Emersonnnnn, theres something I wanna ask youuuuuu!" Eddie shouted, before glancing at you and smirking.

"Don't believe a single word out of Eddie's mouth Gare! Its full of lies!" You shouted back.

Before you knew it Eddie was running out of the room you were staying in and practically slammed Gareth to the floor trying to get a hold of him.

"Ow! The fuck was that for?"

"You agree Y/N over here should treat themself to a little slice of commoners pizza before we have to get back on the road right? C'mon man all I need is for you to ask them once, hell not even ask ask, just allude to it and- "

Just then you ran into the room, out of breath.

"How the hell are you so much faster than me Munson?" You wheezed, hands on your knees.

"Too late Y/L/N! I've already asked my good pal over here too-"

"How about we have something delivered here and have a movie night?" Gareth cut Eddie off with a sigh.

"Hmph. Guess thats a good compromise." Eddie muttered, but still crossed his arms.

"See Munson? My amazing boyfriend can't be tricked by your lies and deception. And he's always looking out for everyone involved." You smiled, before hugging Gareth from behind.

"Anything for my lovely partner. It would be really inconvenient to have to stitch all your body parts back together after you get torn to shreds by an adoring mob." Gareth smiled, turning his head to look you in the eye.

"No one else I would rather have sew my body back together."

"And no mob could ever adore you more than I do." Gareth said, before leaning in to kiss you.

"Ew! Get a room you two, before I call the paparazzi." Jeff groaned, having walked into the room at a considerably awkward moment.

You rolled your eyes before turning to Eddie.

"So, what place are you gonna order pizza from?"

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"Wake up sleepy head." Gareth said, before nudging you a bit.

"I'm already awake." You muttered, but still didnt move from your position under the bed sheets.

"As much as I would hate to do this lovebug, if you dont move soon i'm gonna have to pull the covers out from over you, leaving you exposed to the harsh element known as the ceiling fan-"

You dramatically gasped. "I thought you loved me?"

"More than anything, but that does mean I have to do what is best for you sugar."

You groaned, but sat up.

"Is this good enough?"

"For now, but you know you'll have to get dressed soon enough. You sure you want to walk today and not just get a cab or something?"

"Yes Gare Bear I'm sure. It's not that long a walk anyway."

"Still don't get why the bus can't just pick us up here." He muttered.

"They say it would draw too much attention to the hotel."

"Yeah because us having to walk there wouldn't."

Gareth gave you one last hug before leaving the room.

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"The great outdoors don't seem so great anymore." Eddie muttered.

You all were stopped on a sidewalk, on account of you practically being swarmed by fans to sign autographs and take pictures. Some people were even trying to seemingly jump on you, and others were clawing on your clothes just so you would turn their way.

Some people were talking to the Corroded Coffin boys, much to Eddie's delight and Gareth's annoyance, but you were definitely the star of the show.

You turned and gave Gareth an apologetic look that said 'I really did just want to take a walk' and he shook his head knowingly.

"Okay, I'm gonna have to wrap this up soon. Sorry guys but-"

Just then someone pulled you by the shoulder and by impulse you turned around, only to crash into what you realized was a man who was much bigger than you's torso.

"Um, excuse me sir- I-I don't know what you're trying to do here but-" You stuttered as you tried to wiggle free, not even being able to look around.

Fuck, fuck fuck fuck. That was the main thought going through your head right now.

"Hey, you're a real pretty thing huh?" The man started, cutting you off.

"How about y-" Before the man could even finish his sentence you found yourself being pulled free and arms wrapping around you tightly, but this time you welcomed the embrace.

"Listen here you sick little fuck. Does this get you off? Trying to kidnap underage musical sensations in broad daylight in front of witnesses and bystanders?" Gareth started, and you realized the rest of the band members were standing around you. You also realized most of the people that were there before for autographs and whatnot, had left.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll fuck off and never speak of this again. Or hell, even pay to get a ticket for one of their shows. Got it?"

"Yeah creep. 4 against one." Eddie chimed in.

You noticed the man say something under his breath, before quickly looking around and leaving.

You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding.

"A-are you okay Y/N? I swear to fucking god if anything bad happened to you on my watch I-I- I don't know what I'd do." Gareth let go of you and walked in front of you so you could look him in the eyes. You noticed he was on the verge of tears.

"I don't know Gare." You sighed.

"Do you wanna keep walking? Or just get a ride?" Jeff asked, concern in his voice.

Everyone was looking at you with worried eyes, but it didn't bother you as much as you would've thought it would.

Fame has its price sure, but you have people watching out for you.

Not just hired security guards, or brands who just want to make money off of you talent.

No, real people who know the real you, and really care.

Especially Gareth.

And you were okay with that.

"I think we can keep walking."

With Gareth's arm around your shoulder and Eddie leading the way, you all walked to the tour bus, prepared for your next destination.

And you had a sense everything was gonna be alright.

#gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson #gareth x reader #gareth stranger things #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #gareth stranger things x reader #st4

[lucidicer]

15 questions for 15 mutuals!!

thank u @stinkrascal for the tag!!! 🫂💗

1. are you named after anyone?

no for both my deadname and my chosen name pff

2. when was the last time you cried?

happy to say i genuinely don't remember, i find that even when i'm not doing well i don't tend to cry as much as i used to

3. do you have kids?

no, god forbid

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

hmmm yes a bit too much to be honest. for someone who struggles to pick up on sarcasm myself i really do use it A LOT

5. what sports do you play/have you played?

i played rugby, basketball, hockey, football, badminton in high school. i still love rugby and hockey <3

6. what's the first thing you notice about other people?

facial expression ig? like my sister brought a friend over the other day and the only thing i can remember abt her is the facial expression when she said hi to me

7. eye colour?

green but also brown but also yellow

8. scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings is way too broad to be put against scary movies like?? that exists in every genre ever dude there are scary movies with happy endings 🧍

9. any special talents?

i got nothing 💀 umm

10. where were you born?

northern england 🥱

11. what are your hobbies?

u see i'm one of those people that forget everything they enjoy the second they are asked this question....um i play video games, watch twitch, read, have several collections

12. do you have any pets?

yess my little baby cora :)

13. how tall are you?

165cm but also that could be wrong ive been told im also 150cm so 🤷

14. fave subject in school?

history, art and woodworking!!

15. dream job?

as someone incapable of work this is ummm.......yeah i got nothing i cannot think of a single job i would enjoy

im gonna tag @retro-plasma @uncanee-valley @peonypyxels @arcanewonder @softerhaze @hi-land @hazelminesims @literalite @desertdusk @orphyd @cottageivy @mattodore @zohrou @cowplant-pizza @cinamun feel free to ignore 🫶 + tag urself if u want to do this!!!

#i love answering lil questions abt myself like im telling u all my secrets #olli.txt

[llycaons]

final ch lb reposted bc it's not showing up in the tags???

AUGH THE CHAPTER IS CALLED DUNGEON MESHI. it's simple but I love it when they do that. perfect for dm, which is pared-down in themes but applies itself perfectly to what it wants to say

wow, damn, guess that makes sense, it's so amazing that laios brought so many people together with the simple promise of something that unites all living things - nourishment - and they in turn brought their own food to add to the communal pot. I would have liked to see more exploration of this community-building through food, but this is literally one of the only things I would change about dm it's so impeccable crafted

damn marcille

JESUS LAIOS

aw man, that's genuinely an awful thing to live with. this might be a happy ending, but laios lives with the consequences of his defeat of the demon

this is an actual medical condition too...people can get really sick

celebratory panel!!! ofc senshi is stoic (though without ever being unkind! he's unruffled without being cold) and izu doesn't rly care

sorry but 👀

THIS IS SO FUNNY. senshi being like 'I'm politely staying out of this' and everyone else being like 'yeah there's no way he's that selfless'

damn, what a step for marcille, who was so terrified of losing the people close to her

she's so hot here ugh

OHHH this visual is so cool

mmm tasty! her face says hehe she's so cute I missed her so bad. real babygirl material

yayy!!! and standing up suddenly able to walk, and TAKING the dragon with her??? that's so cute like a little plush

it would have been an interesting ending for her to maybe not recover the use of her legs? ending the story with a disability wouldn't have been a tragedy, and it's been done really well in other stories. like, I'm still me, this is a change that happened because of something I've been through, and it's something to adjust to and keep moving forward with. sorry to bring up tgcf here but sqx's storyline is truly so compelling like she DID that

SHES SO CUTE I CAN'T STAND IT. farlyn are you free friday I can take you to a movie and buy you dinner

really incredible how she's hot in one panel then charming in another then ravenous in the third. her range...

this is such lover behavior <3

AHHH SIBLING LOVE!!

marcille love!!! her legs lmao

😭😭😭 not many stories end this straightforwardly satisfyingly and honestly it's really really nice. a more bittersweet ending or a more 'mature' one might have had farlyn not come back at all a lesson abt death or w/e but fuck that!!

ohhhh sexy

STOP THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE!!! LOOK HOW HE'S SMILING. CRYING OVER THIS!!! character who barely know each other and have met like once before but will absolutely be friends for life. this might be my favorite panel in the chapter and maybe even series

PEACE AND LOVE ON THE PLANET EARTH

aww she's trying to reach out to izu. she's not someone who warms up to people easily but farlyn is just so lovable and sincere and weird that I can def see a friendship potentially for them

STOP STOP THIS IS SO CUTE. im so glad farlyn didn't get paired off or even god forbid MARRIED to that guy who likes her can you fucking imagine. maybe farcille isn't confirmed but they're real in our hearts and nothing disproves them

damn, pizza? I don't remember that

of course she does!!! she's outgoing and adventurous and loves to eat!

you know this story wouldn't have worked half as well if farlyn wasn't legitimately a charming and lovable character who was easy to get attached to and root for. if they tried going the jerk with a heart of gold route, it would have taken a lot longer and been harder to create sympathy for her. like how cql's appeal rests disproportionately on you liking and rooting for wwx, dungeon meshi's driving plot relied on you WANTING this woman to come back to life, to eat and see her friends and do her magic and get into her weird hobbies. and she's perfect! the writing doesn't rely on one cliched line or scene to get you to realize 'oh they're a good person despite their harsh exterior' to get you to root for her (even tho that's an underutilized technique for writing women), it just presents this oddball and lets you love her. rk is so good at writing women who feel like real people, it's a reason adore marcille - for her awkwardness, her judgement, her readiness to blow things up without thought. she's just a deeply uncool person who's very endearing

not to be a monarchist or anything but this is probably the best they could have gotten given the situation so I'm not going to complain too much. it's not like I read dm for in-depth and realistic political engagement

and this is like the easiest way to be a good leader. just care about your people getting the food they need. that's enough, really. I don't think laios is capable of much more anyway. it's not like he's a politican

also what does the succession line look like? I know he's not having a kid. omg kabru!! his face is so ajshdksad. and yayy marcille and farlyn staying to advise him together!!

oHHH SHIT. thesis statement of the series! also these babies are so fucking cute I can't deal. ik that one of them is a dog person but the other one??? is that an orc??? well take back what I said about just food being important. integration is happening here too - it's clear that laios's kingdom is welcoming of people like orcs who have historically been expelled from other places and violently targeted by other races. idk how he managed that but like, well done, laios!

you know I adore cql but it's such a relief to step into other stories that aren't quite so much about Good (TM ) in a vague and all-encompassing sense and also have characters who aren't laserfocused on one person and who you can envision making connections to and becoming close with other characters 😭 loving lwj is so hard sometimes loving farlyn is so easy always

#dunmeshi lb

[bloop-im-a-frog-now]

If The Gods Were Kind — trade

Third part! This is less Desert Duo focused and more following canon once again. Bc I love Cleo, I said it, I’m biased. Have fun reading Cleo haggling Scar while Scar is trying to scam them <333

Master Post

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Content warnings: None that I can see. Tell me if that’s not the case!

They stayed in the kitchen all morning, neither of them caring if people were stealing sand from the desert. They’ll figure out a way to keep the others out. When the sun reached its zenith, Grian went out to find ways to grow crops in the desert and made Scar promise to not leave the kitchen and to listen to his body. Scar had smiled at him and nodded, trying to distract himself by making golden apples or making stale bread.

He was mostly doing those tasks on his chair, crutches at hand distance, to occupy his hands. He missed Pizza deeply as he dug the dough, but after crying and being comforted by Grian, he thought less about his nightmare and more about the fun times they had together. 

When he checked for Grian through the window, he didn’t see his teammate with the crops. He couldn’t see where he went, and a pit grew in his stomach. He grabbed his crutches and opened the door outside. The wall of cactus extended before him, adding some greenery to an otherwise very boring colored desert. He gazed over the horizon, trying to find an iron armored figure. He spotted it where the desert was stretching, placing lava close to the cactus wall. He squinted his eyes and walked to the crops to better see the figure. 

Grian seemed to be talking to someone else, and they seemed to get closer to Monopoly Mountain. Scar tried to identify the other iron armored person, but the harsh sunlight made it difficult to see any colors. It’s when they got to the foot of the mountain that Scar realized Grian was talking animatedly with Cleo. Scar frowned. What was Cleo doing here? He went back inside and grabbed his papers, just in case Cleo wanted to make a deal. After all, people who came to the desert weren’t always here for a friendly chat. 

He could hear them when they approached their fortress. Someone opened the door and he leaned back in his chair to see who entered.

“Scar!” Grian called.

Scar hummed, trying to find a comfortable position in his chair as he picked his nails. He saw Grian in the corner of his eye, followed by Cleo. Grian gestured Cleo to sit down on where Grian would usually sit, and Scar wondered why the pit in his stomach grew almost to his chest.

“Scar, Pizza is alive and Cleo knows where she is,” Grian explained, going up and down from the ball of his feet. 

Scar gasped. “Really?”

“But,” Grian warned, placing his hand in a stop gesture, “she wants some things first.”

“Yes,” Cleo nodded. “I figured this was valuable information and so, I want something valuable in return.”

“Oh, a deal then.” Scar took out his papers and ruffled through them. “Let me just rifle through my papers here.”

Grian glanced at her. “Don’t let him give you paper,” he pleaded. But Scar ignored him and continued listing all kinds of deals he had.

Cleo shook their head. “I’m not looking for paper.”

Scar stopped, his heart beating a bit faster. The papers in his hands were getting sticky. 

“I was more looking for,” Cleo paused and tilted her head, “a diamond sword, perhaps?”

Scar leaned in, resting his arms on the table, and tried to keep an opened face despite the harsh soreness he felt when going into that position. “Have you considered being our friend, Cleo?”

Grian cackled, and Cleo gave him a patient smile. “I thought we were already friends, Scar. I was more thinking of having an equivalent exchange between two allies who both want things.”

Scar did not want to give Cleo his diamond sword. He brought his hands together, despite them being sweaty, and tried to think of something to distract Cleo from the diamond sword idea.

“We are friends, Cleo, we could give you access to our crops whenever you want, we could give you free cactus, no extra shipping charges—”

“We already have all of that,” Cleo interrupted with a wave of her hand. “It’s a scary world out there, you know that. Do you have a diamond sword?”

Scar hated the pout Cleo had on their face, hated the innocent tone in her voice, hated his last resort was begging, but he had no choice. He sighed deeply.

“I had a diamond sword, at some point.” Cleo gave him a skeptical look. “But I lost it.”

Scar heard Grian rummaging through their chests and barrels and came back in the kitchen with Scar’s diamond sword. Scar’s heart thumped louder in his ears, and he began playing with his thumbs.

“I found your diamond sword,” Grian waved the sword, giving him a cheeky smirk.

Cleo hummed. “I’d quite like it, if you don’t mind. Mutual exchange, Scar.”

They grinned, and Scar almost lowered his gaze. He would not give in. He slumped his shoulders, knowing he lost that bargain.

“This all boils down to how much Pizza is worth to you, Scar,” Grian added.

Pizza was his everything. He would die and kill for her. He just didn’t want to lose his most valuable stuff over her. He waved his hand.

“You can have the diamond sword.”

Cleo stood straighter in their seat. She took the diamond sword Grian handed to them, inspected it and put it in her inventory. “Got any other diamond pieces?”

“You want more?” Grian asked, skeptically.

Cleo stared at Grian, a small smirk growing. “How much is Pizza worth to you?”

Scar didn’t want to give Cleo his four diamonds he had mined. He already lost his diamond sword (that he stole from Joel, but that's besides the point), he’d have to think of something else. 

Grian backed away from Cleo, hands up in surrender. “Pizza is worth nothing to me . That’s all Scar.”

While that statement did hurt, Scar understood he put himself vulnerable to others by getting attached to Pizza. He also hoped that Grian had a couple of diamond things hidden in his inventory and was trying to protect them from Cleo. 

“Well?” Cleo quirked their eyebrow.

Scar had to think of something, and fast. “I already gave you my diamond sword.” He pulled his chair closer to the table and ignored the tremble in his legs. “Cleo, imagine, that’s already two diamonds. Think of it this way, this diamond sword has a special history, you could put it up against your wall and even give it to your grandchildren later on.”

Cleo looked down. She then stood up and murmured, almost disappointed, “sorry, I thought you wanted Pizza back.”

Before they could leave the kitchen, Grian held an arm in front of her, while Scar screamed “wait! ”.

Cleo turned back to face him, arms crossed. 

“What else do you want?”

Cleo’s gaze surveyed his body. “I’d quite like my chest plate back.”

“Oh,” Scar went into his inventory and gave Cleo their iron chest plate, “it’s used, you can have it back.”

“He’s got a diamond one,” Scar swore Grian sneered when he said that.

“A diamond chest plate, you say?”

“That one, I actually lost,” Scar tried to bargain and actually look sad he lost a valuable item. 

“I don’t believe him.”

Cleo came closer to Scar. “But where did you put it?”

Scar decided he hated the puppy eyes look, and sighed. “I traded it.”

“Liar,” Grian called out.

Scar wanted to slap him. “Grian ,” he hissed, a warning.

Grian just laughed. If Scar had the energy to walk without help, Grian wouldn’t be laughing. He simply ignored the avian, and tried to find a relaxed position in this quite uncomfortable chair and the tension in his body.

“What else do you want?”

“That diamond chest plate you’re hiding.”

“I could give you these enchanted boots,” he deflected with a nonchalant shrug, “I traded them yesterday, barely used.”

“Fine,” Cleo reached out to take the boots.

“Might as well take the trousers,” Grian mused.

And Grian was the one who kept telling him to keep his clothes on, what a hypocrite. Not that Scar was any better, but still, he felt quite betrayed. He gave his iron leggings to Cleo, and huffed.

“What else?”

“How about your shield?” Cleo’s grin only grew.

At this point, Scar gave Cleo almost all of his belongings. It was only when they were satisfied that she gave them the information.

“I was told to put it in a form of riddle.” Cleo cleared their throat. “Warning, I am really bad at riddles.”

Scar gestured her to go on.

“There are three hundred and forty-one pepperonis, and they go on two hundred pizzas.”

“They’re coordinates,” Grian realized after a small silence. 

“Great.” Scar clasped his hands together. “Cleo, are you satisfied with our deal?” Scar really wanted to make sure Cleo was still on their side.

“Yeah, but, um, just to let you know, it might look like someone tried to push Pizza through the border, but she’s fine, nothing can go through the border.”

“That’s true,” Scar agreed, but wondered why Cleo looked nervous now , instead of previously.

They waved them goodbye, and Scar looked back at Grian.

“She definitely took Pizza,” Grian smirked.

Scar hummed, drumming his fingers against the table. He wished he would get Pizza now, but he wouldn’t have enough energy to go to the other side of the world. Grian placed a hand on his shoulder, taking him by surprise.

“We’ll get Pizza whenever you’re ready. There’s no rush.”

Scar smiled, grateful to have Grian by his side and not as his enemy.

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#i did want to make their relationship more codependant #but i guess i made grian a support king #yeah i liked that part of episode 2 sue me #desert duo #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #zombiecleo #grian #grianmc #pizza the llama #<- not actually present tho #3lsmp #3rd life smp #trafficblr #third life #third life smp #um summary time #cleo tells them where pizza is #thats it lol #bloop's attention seeking strategy

[extremelyputridfishbreath]

kafka wants him. rolly fears him

Chauncey liked helping people.

Gosh, it was even the reason he wanted to join the EPF in the first place! …Well, more like one of multiple reasons, but still a major factor nonetheless.

It felt good, seeing a penguin’s face light up when he carefully brought down their cat puffle from a tree, or helped move a log that crashed right into their koi pond after a bad snowstorm– even more ‘unimportant’ deeds like simply flagging down a penguin who dropped a coin made him feel warm and fuzzy. 

That was why no matter how bad the temptation he felt was, he had to keep himself from licking the folders G instructed him to sort in the EPF’s archive room.

Sure, the fish oil these important documents were generously doused in was meant as a deterrent to his uncle Herbert…but Chauncey was a carnivore through and through– which made it terribly hard to not want just a taste.

“I’ll just get a pizza after this.” Chauncey muttered to himself as he entered the archive room, briefly fumbled with turning the lights on thanks to his costume’s flippers, and carefully sat the stack of folders down onto a nearby table. “Maybe I should see if Blanche is free when I’m done…”

He knew he wanted to get to know the Frost Bite more– not only because of her friendship with his dear cousin Richter, but because he’d never known one before he met her. It was always nice to learn more about other cultures, and he was sure that Blanche probably had interesting stories about her home to tell– or at least a few good knock knock jokes.

For a moment, just a brief moment there was the sound of paper moving, but when he looked back at the folders he was happy to see they didn’t fall off of the table.

Shrugging it off, he pawed through the first folder’s contents to see it was an assortment of G’s blueprints, and given that the vast majority of them didn’t go higher than 1000, it seemed these were mostly duds.

I guess a pistachio shell cracker is a pretty niche invention… Chauncey shut the folder and headed over to the proper file cabinet. But gee, it would sure be convenient for me!

Maybe he could convince G to accept money to build one? Sure, his invention work was largely done pro-bono with the occasional need for fundraising, but something as wonderful as this couldn’t possibly languish in development heck forever, right?

“Shoot.” Chauncey pouted at the sight of the file cabinet being too full. “I guess I’ll um, put this in the bottom shelf–”

Chauncey’s neck fur stood on end as he felt someone’s gaze on him.

Ugh, really? Chauncey sulked, looking at the security camera in the corner of the wall, its red light blinking to indicate that it was recording the room. Geez, I thought I’d be used to the cameras by now…

Oh well, it was just a minor inconvenience– and not one worth dwelling on at that. Carefully pulling out the bottom cabinet, he placed the folder inside nice and snug before blowing a kiss at it. He hoped if Mukluk was on camera duty, they didn’t see him do that– the last thing he needed was for them to tease him for having the audacity to put a little extra love into his job.

Like sure, it was silly. But that was the point, wasn’t it? If you take your job too seriously and don’t spice things up, you end up like Richter– well, that wasn’t the best way to put it, or the nicest… Sure, Richter could be a little obtuse, and yes it was boring to talk about work with it sometimes, but it had a great worth ethic and personality, and that absolutely shouldn’t be treated as a thing to scorn—

“aw man, this tastes so sucks. if i knew it was gonna be THAT bad i woulda just licked something else.”

It was a familiar voice, mild disappointment and all– and it’s owner sure wasn’t supposed to be in the room with him, and especially not touching important documents.

Spinning around, Chauncey caught a glimpse of Scrabble hurriedly flicking the lights off.

“Scrabble–” Chauncey sputtered, trying to find his words. “I– did you just come here to lick the folders because they smelled like fish? I mean, I can’t blame you but…”

Flick. The lights were back on, and rather than a small black crayon drawing of a penguin standing in the room with him, Rolly stood in his place.

“Where’s Scrabble?” Chauncey looked around, and even behind him just in case. “I– I didn’t hear you waddle in, but I guess secret agents are supposed to be stealthy…but then again I dunno if Scrabble would really have loud footprints. Um– what I’m getting at is have you uh, seen him when you came in?”

“nah man.” Rolly smiled widely. Maybe a little too widely? “i think i’d notice if i saw a sexy beast like him though.”

“Well, ah…Rolly.” Chauncey gawked at his flippers, one of which clearly had five fingers. “What…detailed and anatomically accurate hands you have?”

“freakin’ shizz…” Rolly looked at the problem appendage and narrowed his eyes in frustration. Come to think of it, weren’t his eyes usually a crimson red and a faded pink instead of an obsidian black too? “how many fingers am i supposed to have?”

“Um…none, ideally? According to Richter anyway, I don’t see the big deal about penguins with hands–”

The fingers were gone.

“Normal one.” Chauncey exhaled under his breath. “This– I’m having a pretty swell normal one…”

“Not to be rude,” Chauncey nervously placed a paw on his neck. “But…your eyes aren’t really the right color either.”

“man, forget this.” Rolly stuck his tongue out, before he…became Dot. “surprise it was me pot all along!”

Chauncey bit his lip, sharply exhaling from both the pain of it and the effort it took not to laugh.

“Well…” Chauncey steeled his resolve. “I– you know, Dot.” He gently corrected, sitting down on the floor and crossing his legs, patting the spot next to him. “If um, if Scrabble was here, you know what I’d want? I’d want to talk to him as himself, and um, not as my coworkers. I think it’d be nice.”

Dot looked thoughtful for a moment, raising a brow at Chauncey.

“dunno…if i was scrabble i’d be thinking this is like, super sus bro.” She said, taking a step forward despite her hesitance. “how do would he like, know you’re not a liar liar plant for hire? it could be a trap.”

“Well…” Chauncey looked over at the security camera. “You’re– I mean he would already be on the camera anyways, so what’s the harm in a little chat? Besides, it’s just me doing my mediator stuff with him, and you– Scrabble didn’t really do anything to get in trouble besides…lick stuff, as far as I can tell at least– so he’d get off easy anyways.”

That answer seemed to placate the drawing as he sat next to Chauncey in his true form.

Most of the others saw Scrabble’s ability as intimidating– understandably so, Chauncey supposed. Though Scrabble had yet to run around as him yet for whatever reason, he knew he wouldn’t be any more comfortable with it than Rolly or the other penguins he liked to copy, let alone the penguins he pretended to be in order to sabotage their sports team and give Gin a easier win…

But there was something so beautiful about shapeshifting, or metamorphosis, or whatever you wanted to call it. The problem wasn’t that Scrabble was a shapeshifter, so much as his tendency to use his shapeshifting to cause problems for others. But surely it could be used to help others, right? Or at least, help in an acceptable way, rather than to cheat in competitions.

“You know…” Chauncey looked down at the drawing, who mimicked his curious look. ”What did you use your shapeshifting for before you came here? If um, you don’t mind me prying.”

“let’s talk about something else.” Scrabble frowned. “‘s not like it was that different from what i do here…mostly.”

Right– so that topic was off the table, and he’d make a note of that.

“Well…hm.” Chauncey scratched the bridge of his nose. “I guess this isn’t a question, it’s more of a statement really. But I think it’s pretty neat that you’re a shapeshifter.”

“...what?” Scrabble’s eyes widened.

“Um, yeah?” Chauncey nodded. “Look, I don’t like to lie. I think honesty is the best policy, and I’m 100% serious when I say I think it’s cool that you’re a shapeshifter.”

Chauncey had seen Scrabble smile before. How couldn’t he, when he’d seen how happy he was to work alongside Gin? And yet…

There was something about it. There was something…charming? Sweet? Striking? He couldn’t settle on a word, but the way Scrabble’s eyes were squinted in contentment, and the way his smile was wide and genuine…it made him want to see him smile more. 

“‘s about time somebody has good taste here.” There was a trace of smugness in his voice. “i’m just that awesome.”

“Have you ever um, considered using your abilities to help others?” Chauncey carefully asked. “Not– not that you don’t already, it’s sweet that you help Gin. Even for villains, loyalty to your friends is a good trait to have! I just mean well…do you help anyone out besides her?”

“nah.” He stuck his purple tongue out. “that’s boring. i came here to have some laffs, not replace car warranties or whatever penguins do.”

“I guess.” Chauncey slowly said, looking up at the ceiling. The fan wasn’t on, and given Scrabble’s tendency to be blown away by so much as a stiff breeze, that was likely for the best. “But it’s like that guy from the superhero movie said– with great power comes a great responsibility; it might be fun to be a villain, yeah. But is it really…fulfilling for you, or for Gin even, or anyone?”

“well if i didn’t like villainy i coulda stopped five or six stores ago. mleh.” Scrabble stuck his tongue out again, his tone taking an indignant edge. “just cuz you gave up on villainy doesn’t mean it’s not for me, man.”

If Mukluk were here, they would smugly adjust their glasses and lecture Scrabble on the concept of “sunk cost fallacies” and that even doing things you genuinely enjoyed could fall under that if you weren’t careful. If Richter were here, he likely would have escorted Scrabble out the moment he saw him.

But Chauncey was neither his sibling, nor his cousin.

“I just think you deserve better than that. Better than villainy, better than you and Gin pigeonholing yourselves into something that might not even make you happy in the end.” Chauncey replied, fidgeting in his spot. “Don’t we all?”

Chauncey expected Scrabble to take offense to what he just said. He expected that if he didn’t, he’d instead brush it off entirely or change the subject.

He didn’t expect Scrabble to look conflicted.

“wuh…?” Scrabble mumbled, uncharacteristically quiet. “i …do?”

Chauncey thought of his uncle. He thought about how he never seemed to be happy in his childhood memories of him, and how letting his anger, his refusal to ask for help until it was the only option he had left, how his failures were only kindling for the blazing fire that harmed anyone who got near, and could be just as destructive as a forest fire…a forest fire that would even hurt the arsonist who started it as an act of revenge because he just couldn’t allow himself to throw in the towel. Herbert wouldn’t let himself do that, not for his children, not for his nephews, and certainly not for the penguins he harmed just because they wanted to have fun in their home, or for having the bravery to protect what was theirs from his selfish clutches.

“...Yes, Scrabble.” Chauncey swallowed hard. “I think you do.”

#scrabble #chauncey #scrabbear #club penguin #club penguin ocs #club penguin oc #extremely putrid fanfics #extraordinarily pathetic fanfics #<- i forget which tag i use for my writing LOL #no proofreading OR beta readers we die like rolly in the ghost au