#in the show i remember him being like hey that’s not cool L but like that might just be me having watched it a while

[starzzify]

you don’t kill someone as a substitute!!! you don’t load a gun, close your eyes, and shoot!!! you don’t kill a man!!! to buy a clue!!! this is not a plan, lawmen can pursuit!!

#-there are lines #death note musical #current obsession #death note #i love how in the musical soichiro (lights dad) seems so much more like concerned with this because #in the show i remember him being like hey that’s not cool L but like that might just be me having watched it a while #but like in the musical he’s much more against(?) L #like he’s not AGAINST L but he says that he couldn’t be at ease with him because of his methods that #“lack moral code” #like in the show he was kinda like that and i remember him disagreeing with what L was doing a bit #but they really showed it in the musical #they played more on how much lights dad didn’t think that light was kira #and then in honor bound when he was kinda realizing it but in denial #like i love this musical so much #and the ending??? #i don’t remember it ending like that in the anime or manga?? #but it was so good omgg #anyway i should write a whole thing about how i like this musical sm that’d be fun :3 #starzz thoughts #starzz obsessions #starzz ramblings and madness

[barefoot-joker]

Destined for Heaven, Stolen by the Devil~ Yandere!Lucifer X Reader

Hey, guys and welcome to another Lucifer story. I'm sorry I write for him a lot. I just find to him be a very relatable character and I love him so much! Anyway, this fic deals with heavy Christianity themes, so I did my best to research. If something is wrong, please tell me and I'll do my best to fix it. I was very inspired by the song 'The Plagues' from "The Prince of Egypt". As always, I hope you enjoy and have a great day/night!

Words: 2899

Warnings: Heavy Christianity Themes/Beliefs, Swearing, Christianity Mocking, Slight Possessive Tendencies, Reader's Aunt likes crystals, Reader Dies, Kidnapping?

I sighed as my mother pulled a light blue cardigan over my shoulders. She dusted off my dress and fixed my hair so that I looked presentable. Today was Sunday so that meant we had to go to church. I wasn’t too fond of going and I would have rather been playing in the backyard as a twelve year old does. However, my mom made it her duty to take me and make me a good Christian girl. “Why do we have to go, mom? It’s soooo boring!”

I stuck out my tongue at her. She gently pushed it back in. “You know I want our family to have a good relationship with the Lord. It’s our Christian duty. Besides, going to church is in your blood. After all-”

“Yeah, yeah. God told you that I was destined to be a wife for Adam. How can you believe that? It came to you in a dream.”

“Y/n M/n L/n! You do not question God’s ways! You know better! Now come on, we don’t want to be late.”

Dragging me by the hand, she ushered me into the family Cadillac and sped off. I sighed heavily. There were so many things I’d rather be doing than go to church. I could be with my friends, heck I could be at my cool Aunt’s house. “Hey, mom?”

“Yes, dear?”

“When are we going to visit Aunt Hailey? When she called you said we’d be seeing her soon.”

“I only said that to get her off my back. You know how I feel about her.”

I grunted and crossed my arms. Aunt Hailey was seen as the black sheep in the family all because she was wealthy. A lot of our relatives (my mother included) thought she sold her soul to the Devil in order to be immensely rich and refused to interact with her. I, however, thought she was so cool. When she used to come over she’d regale to me hundreds of stories about her travels around the world. She even showed me her cool crystal collection when we went over to her house a few times. “Now don’t be like that. It’s not ladylike.”

I grunted again and slid down in the tan leather seat. A few minutes later the car was parked in the church parking lot and I was being dragged inside. Sometimes I wish I had siblings so I wasn’t the only one to feel mom’s wrath. She seated us near the front and handed me the heavy white Bible from the pew. I robotically turned to the page with the Lord’s prayer and stood when Pastor Bob entered. We began reciting the Lord’s prayer and sang a hymn before we sat. I didn’t pay much attention as our Priest told us his sermon for the day but I didn’t dare to look around the room. I had to look the part after all. Fidgety, I played with my ring finger. Glancing down, I took in the birthmark that oddly looked like an apple. I remember it showing up after I stayed at Aunt Hailey’s house one day. I never told my mother about it though. I was often reminded of the tale of Eve and the apple and I don’t know what she would do if ever saw the fruit insignia. After the sermon and another hymn, it was time for communion. We all stood in line and when it was my turn I took the small Ritz cracker and ate it. I coughed lightly and then took a sip from the golden chalice. My mom and I returned to our seats and when everyone was done, we recited the Lord’s prayer one final time. Thank goodness it was over. 

As we walked out, I was forced to shake hands with our elderly Pastor. “How is my favorite little disciple doing today?”

I cringed at that. Ever since my mother told the church of her insane dream I was treated like some goddess. “Good.”

“That’s great to hear. I look forward to our weekly blessing.”

“Of course, Pastor Bob,” my mom butted in, “we wouldn’t miss it.”

He smiled and bid us both ado. We walked back to the car and drove home. As we passed by houses in our neighborhood, I looked longingly at the kids playing. Besides church, Sunday was dedicated to my education of becoming a housewife so when I did die and go to Heaven I was prepared. Parking the car, we went inside. I slipped off my Mary Janes and put them by the door. The rest of the day was spent cleaning, doing embroidery work and cooking. Just as I was getting ready for bed, the phone rang. I went into the kitchen and picked up the landline. “Hello?”

“Is my dear Y/n there?”

“This is her.”

“It’s your Aunt Hailey.”

“Auntie! Hi! How are you?”

She chuckled. “I am good, my darling. And you? Surviving another day in that stuffy house?”

I giggled at her commentary. “I’ve been okay. What can I do for you?”

“I was wondering when you can come over. I was talking with a friend the other day and he would like to meet you properly. I believe he saw you at my house when you were five.”

“I’d love to come over! Let me ask mom real quick.”

I walked into the living room and pressed the phone to my chest. “Hey, mom. Aunt Hailey’s on the phone. She wants to know when I can come over.”

She looked up from her book and glared at the phone. “You know my answer.”

“Come on, mom! It’ll just be for a day!”

“I don’t know.”

“Please! I promise when I get back I’ll focus on my wifely duties! Please!”

I gave her puppy dog eyes and slightly whimpered. She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Alright. You can go tomorrow, but I expect you to stay true to your promise. You know how God would feel if you went back on your word.”

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!”

I lifted the phone up to my ear and quickly ran into the kitchen. “She said I can come tomorrow.”

“Wonderful! I’ll see you then, my dear.”

“Bye, Auntie!”

“Goodbye for now, darling.”

I ended the call and put the phone back on the receiver. I returned to the living room where mom and I did our nightly prayer. When we finished, she gave my forehead a kiss and sent me to bed. 

The next morning I dressed in a plaid dress shirt, brown capri pants and black oxfords. I bounced in the passenger seat giddily as my mother parked the car in my Aunt’s gravel driveway. “Now remember to behave. I don’t need any calls about your disobedience.”

“I’ll be good, I will.”

“That’s my girl. And you have your cross necklace?”

“Yes, mom. Can I go now?”

She kissed my forehead and I got out of the car. “Be safe! Call me if something happens and I’ll be back around dinner to pick you up!”

“Okay mom, bye!”

I waved and she drove off. I turned towards my relative’s mansion and walked up the stone steps. I grabbed the handle from the golden lion’s head and gave three loud knocks on the large oak door. The door opened to reveal Timothy, my Hailey’s middle aged butler. “Ah Miss Y/n, we were expecting you. Please come in.”

He stood to the side and allowed me inside. Closing the door, he led me across the marble floor to one of the drawing rooms near the back. I could hear muffled voices talking as we entered, Timothy clearing his throat. “Your niece is here, madam.”

“Thank you, Timothy. That will be all.”

He bowed and exited the room. My Auntie smiled and gestured for me to come over. I ran to her and gave her a big hug. Her navy silk and lace dress clung to me. “It’s so good to see you, darling! I’ve missed you so!”

“I’ve missed you too!”

I pulled away and she motioned to the gold and floral print armchair next to her. I sat and looked at her guest on the chaise lounge. He seemed quite the esteemed gentleman. He had slicked back blonde hair, pale skin and red eyes. I found them quite odd but didn’t judge. Mother said it was bad to judge based upon appearances. He wore a white suit with a red dress shirt, a black tie with black flower detailing, black leather gloves and shiny black dress shoes. He was on the shorter side as well. “Y/n, I’d like you to meet my friend Luci. He’s the one to thank for my wealth.”

The man stood and bowed to me. He took my hand and kissed my apple birthmark. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, my little apple. Your Aunt has told me so much about you.”

“It’s good to meet you too, sir.”

“So polite. Your mother is raising you right.”

“Except for the amount of gospel she puts in my poor baby’s head. I swear all because of her fucking dream, she’s gone total Bible thumper.”

Luci titled his head to the side. “Oh you’ll have to tell me over tea. Speaking of which, I think Timothy has finished setting up the garden for us.”

“Splendid!”

We all stood and the blonde offered me his arm. I gladly took it and we walked outside to Hailey’s marble floored porch. A metal table sat in the middle overlooking her large flower garden, a lacy white tablecloth set on top. Luci pulled out my chair and after I sat, pushed it in. He sat next to me and began pouring tea for all of us. Today Timothy had picked out the clear glass kettle so we could see the yellow liquid inside and the pastel teacups. I thanked Auntie’s friend when he poured into my cup and marveled at the small pink flower floating. “I see we’re having chrysanthemum tea. You know it’s your Auntie’s favorite.”

I giggled and picked up my cup. Blowing a little, I took a sip and smiled at the sweet taste. “So you were talking about Y/n’s mother?”

“Ah yes. She’s always been a Christian woman, believing in the power above. Then one night she had a dream, a vision she calls it, that Y/n is to be the third wife of the first man Adam. Ever since then she’s been obsessively devoted and is dragging my poor niece with her.”

“I see.”

Luci seemed to become stiff at the mention of Heaven and God. Perhaps it was a touchy subject?

“So God came to her and said this, hm?”

“Sure as shit supposedly.”

The three of us sipped our tea in silence. “So has school been going, my dear?”

“Good, Auntie. We learned how to do cursive in English the other day so now I can write my name all fancy!”

“That’s great, darling. Anything else?”

“I’ve been feeling kind of left out lately.”

Both adults turned to me in curiosity. “How so?”

“Well none of the other kids my age are really learning wifely duties, at least not as much as me. When I want to go outside and play mom forces me to do my skills.”

“Wifely duties? Pray do tell,” Luci cocked an eyebrow.

“I learned how to clean the house from top to bottom, cook all three meals, sew, embroider, and do laundry. Basically anything my mom deems necessary to please this angelic husband of mine.”

“I can assure you it will come in handy. Especially with how much of pigish brute he is.”

“How do you know?”

“I just got that impression when I’ve read his passages in the Bible, sweetie.”

“Oh.”

“If you had a real man I can be sure you wouldn’t need those skills, darling,” Auntie piped up, sipping her tea.

“A real man? Like who?”

“Like Luci for example!”

I turned to the blonde and he smiled. His eyes glinted with what looked like adoration. He gently grabbed my hand and held it, his hands quite warm through his gloves. He brought it to his lips and kissed the back of my hand. “It’s true. If you were my wife you wouldn’t want for nothing. Every day would be spent in marital bliss.”

“Sounds gross!”

He chuckled and kissed my hand again. “When you’re older you’ll come to love it.”

‘If you say so.”

“I know so.”

The rest of the afternoon was spent listening to Luci’s tales from his travels while drinking our tea. They were quite intriguing and full of adventure. The people he met, the places he went were all so fascinating. It soon became dinner time and true to her word my mom sat in the driveway. Luci walked me to the door and gave a little bow. “It was a pleasure to chat with you, Y/n. I have a feeling we will see each other more in the future.”

“I hope so. You’re so cool, Luci!”

He smirked and patted my head. “Farewell, little lady.”

“Goodbye, Luci!”

I gave him a quick hug before running to the car.

Sure enough as I grew up I ran into the short blonde more often than not. From trips to the grocery store to when I was allowed at Aunt Hailey’s house, we would bump into each other. We’d always exchange a few words and always those red eyes sparkled bright around me. 

That was eleven years ago. Now I lay in a hospital bed, feeling like I was on the brink of death. A few years after meeting Luci I had gotten terribly ill. I was feverish, pale and felt nauseous. My mother was worried and took me to the clinic. I was just diagnosed with the flu. I took my medicine and stayed in bed as best as possible but the final straw was when I fainted in the backyard while gardening. Since then, I had been in and out of hospital with different doctors viewing me like prize cattle. I was poked, prodded and dug at only to be told no one had a clue as to why I was sick. It was like it had just fallen upon me. My mother became even more obsessive in her Christian ways. I was blessed every weekend and prayed upon every day to try and heal my mysterious illness. I was forced to drink holy water at every opportunity and had to wear my cross necklace with two rosaries. 

Currently, I was coughing so hard I felt like I dislocated my lungs. My mother sat next to me holding my hand, a rosary wrapping around us. As I continued to cough she pushed some hair out of my face. “You’re going to be alright, honey. Just stay strong.”

After my coughing fit, I laid back and tried to catch my breath. “I feel like I’m dying.”

Her hand tightened around mine and I could feel her body shake with sobs. “Maybe this is God’s way of letting us know Adam needs you. As much as I’d hate to see my baby go, you’d finally fulfill your purpose.”

“Mom, please. Not now.”

“I’m sorry.”

A knock at the door made us both look over. There in the entryway stood Luci, his white hat with the dark red band hanging tightly in his hands. “Come in.”

He stepped forward and gave a small smile. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

“Like shit.”

“Y/n! Language!”

“Sorry.”

He chuckled and came to my side, putting a hand on my shoulder. “May I have a moment alone, please?”

My mom looked at me and I gave a curt nod. She sighed and stood. “I’ll go get something to eat. I’ll be back later, honey.”

She gave my forehead a kiss and walked out, shutting the door behind her. Luci took her place in the chair next to my bed. “What can I do for you, handsome?”

“I wanted to come see you. Hailey told me how you were faring and I knew I needed to come immediately.”

“I appreciate that. Especially since I feel like this may be the last time you see me.”

“Nonsense. We will always find each other, even in death.”

He brought his hand up and caressed my cheek. I smiled and then began coughing. I turned away and hacked into my arm, only turning back when I was done. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

His hand wrapped around mine and squoze tightly. “You know, I could end your suffering right now.”

“Yeah right.”

“I’m not lying to you, my dear. One small kiss and you’d go peacefully.”

“Luci-”

“And then we can be together forever. Adam, not even Heaven will keep you from me.”

“What are you talking about?” “Just kiss me.”

What could go wrong? I was already suffering so much.

“...Alright.”

He leaned forward and connected our lips. He tasted sweet like caramel apples and I just melted. My soul felt like it was being sucked out of my body and when he pulled away I couldn’t breathe. “You’re mine, little apple. Forever and always.”

He caressed my hand and my eyes closed.

The beeping of the heart monitor slowed and then faded to silence all together.

#yandere #xreader #yandere x reader #x reader #yanderexreader #villain x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #yandere lucifer morningstar #yandere lucifer magne #lucifer morningstar #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer magne #lucifer #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer magne x reader #yandere hazbin hotel #slight adam x reader #hazbin hotel adam #yandere lucifer morningstar x reader #yandere lucifer magne x reader

[sincerlycas]

What you heard.

inspired a bit by the song “what you heard” by sonder/brent faiyaz.

warning: spanking, rough sex, degrading, fluff, a bit toxic, eren yeager (yes this man is a warning), etc.

wrd count: 2k./ don’t forget to dm me for commissions <3

part 2.

“y/n baby what is your issue?” eren currently had your arm in his clutch stopping you from walking away from him any further. the lines on his forehead, and frown on his face showed he was really not trying to deal with this at the moment. “what’s my issue? really? so you’re going to tell me you walk around them campus halls not knowing what people say about you- about me- actually about you and other people ?” the reason you were mad was due to the fact a little birdie came up to you saying a girl named historia was going around saying eren gave her some, and knowing eren’s past with her, of course you had your doubts but still had a sense of worry.

you being the classy (aka petty) girlfriend you were, went to look for this historia girl for answers to which she gave you a high pitched laugh voicing “oh! I forgot he was dating.. you, it sure didn’t seem like it the way he was fucking me last Saturday .” off the rip you wanted to slap that bitch, but you knew better to make a scene for something that quite possibly might be a lie. “you know historia it’s quite ironic you said that because if I remember clearly eren said and I quote ‘I would never go back to that roast beef pussy looking hoe’ but maybe I didn’t hear right”

you mimicked the high pitched laugh she did earlier right after saying that walking past her with a bumb to the shoulder and a mumble near her ear saying “sour pussy ass hoe”.

but if you already handle the issue why are you still mad? It’s because even though you didn’t want to believe her, the timing made sense. see, last Saturday you weren’t with eren. he said he had to run a errand for the whole day so you were just hanging with your besties. that would be enough time for eren to be with her. still you didn’t want to believe it. so the day after the confrontation you went to campus looking fine as usual with your grey shorts body suits with a boob cut and some cool grey and thick glasses.

till you were stopped multiple times that day from people asking ‘are you okay’ ‘did historia really fuck eren’ ‘you should holla at me since old boy ain’t doing his job’. this what caused your mood to be sour the whole day.

finishing all your classes getting ready to head home you’re met with a smiling, handsome, fine like wine ass man in your face. that man being your boyfriend eren, he has finally showed his face on earth after all these rumors. “hey sweet mama, I was wondering if you could come by my hou-“ cutting him off by walking straight pass him, Ignoring him as if he was a rando. “baby! where you goin’” he jogged up next to you grabbing your arm stopping you near a secluded area. “y/n baby what is your issue?” leading up to the current moment so forth.

“what are you talking about? y/n you’re really going to stress me the fuck out.” he said while letting out a sigh and rolling his eyes. pushing him on his chest making him let go of your arm and pushing you jet black lace off your shoulder. pointing your long acrylic nail at his face you said “bitch don’t play dumb, there’s no way in hell the whole campus knows but you don’t when you’re literally the main topic” your crossed your arms staring at him as if was delusional. “y/n l/n when I say I don’t fucking know what you’re talking about, I mean that now stop fucking around and tell me what you heard.”

rolling your eyes you finally answered what he has been desperately waiting to know “why tf people especially historia, are coming up to me saying you fucked her.” and to that he laughed, he laughed in your face! “you really believe that shit, baby you know good and that girl is crazy.” shaking your head and staring up at him you asked “then where were you on Saturday” “I told you, I went to run errands.” “what kind?” he stared at you as if he was thinking of an excuse.

“you know what, save it tell me when you done with all this bullshit and call me till then dont call my mf phone.” leaving at that and hopping into your Mercedes and reaching your apartment.

laying down on your bed in your baby pink shorts and white cropped tank top you decided you would find answers yourself. you scrolled through your contacts and called connie a mutual friend of yours and erens. “yooooooo” automatically answering the phone with his forehead all up on the screen. “boy backup I got a question.” “what do you neeedddd” dragging his words annoyingly and setting his phone up. “eren said he was with you on Saturday what did y’all do?” lying through your teeth just see if it’ll work. “Oh- uh yeah we were on the game all day.” he nervously smiled and rubbed his neck. staring at him with a mean mug.

“yeah you a damn lie I can fucking tell cuz your nose is red bitch learn how to stop that.” hanging up on him you decided to try again and called jean. “hey y/n what you need” answering after a while and nicely. “I was wondering what you and eren were doing on Saturday he said he was with you.” “ohhh yeah me and him were at the park all day placing basketball.” hanging up on him right after that and sitting up crossing your arms.

automatically you thought he probably did fuck her if not why would they both lie? your train of thought was interrupted with a knock to your door. getting up to go get it you’re brought with presence of eren letting himself into your apartment. “bro ion got time for you right now get out.” automatically dismissing him staying by the door.

“baby just listen, you gotta believe me when I say I didn’t fuck her she’s just lying.” of course you wanted to believe him, but at the same time why should you if he won’t tell you where he was that day. “then where were you on Saturday?” and yet again you are met with hesitation. “see what we’re not finna do is keeping back in forth with this shit, if you cheated just say that you bottom feeding ass nigga instead of making me look stupid in front of everyone”

slapping both your hands on his chest and pushing him away, to which he grabbed you with not much strength needed, and pinned you against the door instead. “y/n don’t fucking play with me, cuz now you got me pissed off. since really wanna know, on Saturday I was being the best boyfriend I am and was getting reservations and decorations and all shits like that ready for your birthday this week which was supposed to be a surprise.”

holding both your arms in his hands and keeping you from moving. and to prove his point even more he pulled out his phone showing him in a grocery store buying birthday decorations saying “my baby birthday in a couple days and you knowwww I have to treat her right and give her everything she deserves all that luxuries and shit, baby if you see this, happy early birthday and I love youu give daddy a kiss when you see this.” ending the video with a wink and putting his phone down.

“yeah you look stupid don’t you, not believing in your man but believing some dumb hoe I told you countless times about.” looking at anything but him trying not to tear up from the embarrassment you felt right now for being angry and lashing at him for no reason when you should have just trusted him.

“o-okay eren I get it I’m sorry, I should have trusted you” looking up at him teary eyed while biting your lip. letting go of your arms and rubbing away the fallen tears from under your eyes and kissing your nose. “it’s okay baby, but you know I’m not gone accept that sorry ass apology so go lay that ass on that bed for me” he stated and simply tapping your ass and looking down at you. shocked by what he said and looking up at him pleadingly to have mercy on you. “eren I said I was sorry just let it go this once.” you knew you were about to get punished the most pleasurable way possible but you were still sore from last time and fat ma needed a break! “y/n don’t make me say it twice.”

“OH.MY.G-G-GODDDD!!” screaming on top of your lungs with every word being punctuated by the harsh backshots eren was giving you. clawing at your sheets using it as a way to get away from those relentless thrusts. “nahhhh bring that pussy rightt back!” eren used his free hand to ball up your tank top in his hand pulling on it towards him to bring you right back onto that dick. “don’t run from it mama, what did you say I was? a bottom feeder?” right after asking that question a harsh slap came down to your ask making you let out another scream.

bringing your right hand behind you to claw and push at his abs. “d-daddy I’m sorryyy~ i promise I’ll never question you again- AH FUCKKK~!! baby pleaseee” begging him to give you a break and making promises he knew you wouldn’t keep, that was just how you were, a back talking ass woman who stood her ground but it always ended up with you here. bringing his hand down between your legs to furiously rub at you clit causing your legs to spasm and your hand to grip his wrist. “youre sorry? you really believed her- you better arch that shit right back up- you believed that bitch and doubted me?

crying hysterically and cumming for the third time, babbling ‘sorries’ and ‘daddy please’s’ to which he ignored. instead he lifted one leg on the bed slamming balls deep into you causing you to let out a silent scream and violently shaking your legs. “now tell me who this dick belong to mama.” flipping you onto your back to see your face while staying inside and keeping his leg up. “I-I-I-it’s m-mineee~” you shakingly breathing heavily trying to stop your cries. “then start fucking act like it’s yours and yours only.” slapping your clit repeatedly then raising his hand to leave another slap but is stopped by your hands covering it and shaking your head repeatedly no crying even louder. eren being the tease that he is starts shaking his head yes at you and forcefully moves your hand away. “don’t try cover and take away while I rightfully own.” “you see this pussy, that clit, this ass, everything on you is mine just as much as mine is yours, so next time you try that shit again you’re gonna get something coming for you.”

rubbing your clit as quick as he can and hitting your g-spot repeatedly you grabbed onto his back leaving down scratch marks every time he hit those bundle of nerves. not a moment later you felt like you needed to pee. “d-daddy stop- I’m gonna make messss~” and already understanding what you meant he started jackhammering into your cunt till he felt you spraying up on his abs, your stomach and legs, and some even reaching his lips to which he greedily licked away. slowing his thrusts down after cumming inside you soon after you and holding you tightly rubbing your legs to soothe you. “you okay mama? I’m sorry I did so much but I had to teach you a lesson” kissing your cheek lovingly and accidentally brushing past your clit with his pelvis causing to squirt yet again! “o-o-o-oh f-f-fuck dadddy it’s hurtssss, it won’t stoppp~” automatically going down eren went to lick up at your pussy catching every bit of your juice he can to relieve your pleasurable pain.

finishing up and running a bath and taking care of you, slipping on a oversized t-shirt on you (his shirt you stole) and a pink thong, slipping your thick black glasses back onto your eyes and laying you next to him kissing on your shoulders. “you feel better baby?” he asked while rubbing your thighs to which you nodded your headed and slept soundly.

eren took that time to grab his phone and post a video of you in your current attire with you legs still slightly shaking and a hand print on your ass captioning “fuck all them rumors I’m reserved for one person and one person only, she know that too.” along side the the song “what you heard- Sonder/Brent faiyaz”

#eren jeager x reader #eren x black reader smut #attack on titan #fanfic #smut #aot smut #eren yeager #eren jeager #black reader #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #eren yeager x black reader #eren x black fem!reader #aot au #black writers #black y/n #eren jeager x black reader #eren fanfiction #attack on titan au #black fiction #black fem reader #eren aot #aot headcanons #eren headcanons #eren x black y/n #mean eren #eren Yeager au

[lazycats-stuff]

Hey! I was thinking about (a character of your liking for the beloved batfam) x male reader who doesn't take anything serious. Oh just got kidnapped? that's not that bad, getting stabbed, yeah that happens, and at least he got a cool scar! Getting absolutely traumatized and mind fucked, just a spicy backstory to tell their therapist.

And the character is just stunned at how the reader can be so happy and carefree. :3

I feel like Damian would fit this. He would like so worried and protective and (Y/N) would be all smiles after a kidnapping. And he would be losing his mind. Lol.

Summary: Damian takes everything seriously. (Y/N) doesn't take anything seriously. Opposites do attract.

Warnings: reader being kidnapped, attacked, and a whole lot of stuff, Damian is questioning everything, but he is a sweetheart towards the reader

Damian was a very serious man. That much was obvious if you just look at his face. Face always serious and behind those eyes he was calculating whether or not you were a threat to him or his beloved's safety. Or habibi as Damian called him often.

The only person who had the honor of seeing Damian smile and being happy was (Y/N), Damian's beloved or habibi in Arabic, which ever you prefer. His beloved was a complete opposite of Damian. Nothing is taken seriously by him.

Damian loves that in him, loves that he able to not take everything so seriously and help Damian just become a 180 from what he is.

But there was one issue though.

(Y/N) never took anything seriously and that included kidnappings or assaults or attempted murder.

Damian distinctly remembers the time (Y/N) has been kidnapped. He just went into detective mode just like his father and searched for whole two days. Turns out he was kidnapped by the Joker. Damian went though a lot of henchmen and once he saw (Y/N), he prepared for the worst.

(Y/N) was just the same. Even as Damian was fretting over him in the medical wing of the cave, (Y/N) was unserious as ever. He claimed it wasn't that bad and that Joker actually had good jokes.

To say that Damian was now worried for (Y/N)'s and his own mental sanity, or what was left of it, was an understatement of the year. That night, while he held (Y/N), he wondered what was happening with him. He would have to see if (Y/N) wanted to see a therapist.

The second instance where Damian question both of their sanities was the fact that he was mugged, but he fought back and in retaliation, they stabbed him. So what did (Y/N) do?

He walked to the hospital. Damian was on patrol when (Y/N) called him.

" Hey Damian, I have news. "

" I don't mean to be rude, but be quick, we are on patrol and we are expecting important information. " Damian said.

" I was mugged and stabb- "

" What!? "

" Yeah, I'm in Gotham general. " (Y/N) said before hanging up. Damian went straight to the cave to change before driving like a maniac to the Gotham general. He practically ran to the front desk.

" Good evening, I'm looking for (Y/N) (L/N). "

" Just a second. " The nurse said, looking it up on her computer. Damian was beyond impatient, but he couldn't lash out against the nurse who was doing her job.

" Room 110, it's just down to your right. "

He thanked her and went down that hall, looking for the numbers. he knocked on the room with the number 110 and entered. (Y/N) was laying down, covered with a blanket.

" Hey Damian. " (Y/N) said, waving at him.

" Beloved, I was very worried. " Damian started, moving closer to the bed. " You can't hang up on me like that after such news. " Damian said, taking his hand and giving it a soft kiss.

" The doctor had to stich me. " (Y/N) said, caressing Damian's hand with his thumb.

" Still. How are you feeling? "

" I feel great, I will have a very cool scar to show off. " (Y/N) said, beaming at Damian. Damian just kissed (Y/N), not ready to admit how he was worried for him. So carefree and so happy even after being stabbed or kidnapping. (Y/N) never showed signs of trauma.

Damian had asked (Y/N) to see a therapist after the mugging incident. (Y/N) said he was fine, but to calm Damian down he started going. Even the therapist was confused how (Y/N) could be so carefree and happy, despite being kidnapped and stabbed.

She said she will need more time with him. Damian didn't know what to think when she said that to him.

And the thing that really broke his mind was when (Y/N) was kidnapped by his mother and grandfather. Damian was was understandably freaking out about it.

If there is anything that the League of Shadows specializes in, that' torture. More so his grandfather and mother. Trying to locate them was proven to be even more difficult and Damian wasn't sure if he could find (Y/N) carefree about all of this.

(Y/N) has been gone for a month and Damian was sure that he was going to lose his mind. And whatever sanity he had left.

After locating his mother and grandfather duo and after capturing them, Damian look for (Y/N). And he found him with his hands bound to the wall and his body that was just covered in bruises and marks.

He untied him, taking him into his arms.

" Beloved, are you okay? " Damian asked (Y/N), brushing his hair out of his eyes. (Y/N) was unconscious and clearly not responsive. Damian wrapped him in a blanket he got from Bruce and he went to the Batplane, waiting for them to get home.

Alfred will have to check how bad it is, but for now, Damian was more than content of keeping (Y/N) in his arms.

(Y/N) woke up a day later, all smiles and giggles. Damian was more than confused.

" (Y/N), you have been tortured. Possibly brainwashed. How can you keep that smile of yours? " Damian questioned.

" Well, it wasn't anything to bad. And besides, I will be able to spice up my sessions with the therapist. "

Damian just sighed, putting his face into his hands. " If you say so beloved. If you say so.

#damian wayne x male reader #dc comics #dc x male reader #x male reader #robin x male reader

[brianlesshetaliawritings]

Hey, I saw you wanted some requests. So, can I have how the Allies act when they have a crush? ✨Thank you✨

Allies when they have a crush

note: sorry it took so long. it was england's fault, i hate british people (joke ofc). oh also probably mischaracterized a lot. (sorry again)

England

He's trying to be subtle, but he really isn't.

Tries to wait it out until it goes away. It wasn't a success

Would eventually try and show how cool he is, did you know he met Henry the VIII?

You get to munch on his speciality too! Burnt crumpets with some british tea. Please tell him it's good.

Doesn't mean he'll suck up to you though! You’re not special, or anything.. (Yes u very much are)

He’s trying to be impressive and cool without making it obvious.

Not really showboating though. He just wants to prove he can be a reader’s man, not Superman.

America

Y’know how I said England won’t showboat? Yeah well, this guy will.

He’d try and show you how strong he is by inviting you to hang out with him while he works out. (He doesn’t even work out usually, he just wants to look badass)

Would take you out often, not like a date of course. Just lunch, Y’know?

Also trying to be a reader’s man. He’ll hold the door open or pull your chair out for you.

Gets you very nice gifts that he knows you’ll love, he tries to remember your likes.

He will attempt to sneak his hand into yours when you two walk together

Always offers (and ends up) helping you when he thinks you need it

France

He twirls his hair and kicks his feet while talking to you on the phone.

Would love to cook you something good to eat, he tries extra hard to make sure you enjoy the dish he makes. (He’ll be glancing at you to see your reaction when eating it)

Takes you to the different beauties throughout his country

This might be off topic, but I feel like he adores people with strong admirable qualities.

He would like to take you shopping with him. You don’t have to though, but he will still try and dress you up. He just finds it fun.

Very affectionate with you, he keeps an arm around you when walking or sitting together.

He won’t flirt with anyone anymore now that you’re his main romantic focus.

China

The fact he even has a crush is kinda wild, but here he is. Anyways, I feel like he’d be good at hiding it for awhile (until he chooses not to anymore).

Once he’s stopped hiding it as much he’ll start giving you nice gifts. (Necklaces, snacks you like, things that reminded him of you.)

He’ll take you to gardens and temples so you can enjoy his culture, he just likes them and hopes you do too.

Plays the role of your (ancient) best friend who gives amazing advice and comforts you when your in pain.

He would listen to anything you say, and if it seems like he isn’t paying attention, he really is.

Might be a bit off topic, but he definitely gives you the most gifts on your birthday. Expect 20 of those bitches when you wake up.

Not much else to comment on, he does his role in your life well.

Russia

It’s pretty easy to tell he likes you for the most part, but you’d somehow never be able to tell he’s interested in you, though others might. (the baltics and his sisters)

The type to put on a scary movie if you’re scared of them, so you can hold onto him when startled.

He likes to go on walks with you, no specific area, it can be the park or in the middle of nowhere. He doesn’t really care where.

Very much a big fan of being affectionate with you. He likes to hug you a lot, sometimes the hugs feel like he’s strangling the life out of you, and sometimes they’re gentle and sweet.

Also holds your hand often, but he ain’t even sneaky about it. Just does it to be sure you’re there, he’s always a bit worried you’re gonna abandon him.

He’s also pretty protective of you and wouldn’t let a single thing harm you physically or emotionally.

Gets along with your parents very well, he’s a sweet gentleman to you.

Canada

Everyone knows. Everybody. Knows. His crush is no secret, but that doesn’t make it any less adorable.

He loves you because you remember him every time, and he appreciates that more than you can fathom.

Trying to be the bestest bud you can have, would love to have lazy Sundays with you where all you do is pancakes and movies.

He likes to check up on you often to see how you’re doing, would do anything to make you happy if you’re sad.

The type of guy who’ll invite you camping or hiking. He enjoys the outdoors and would appreciate if you enjoyed them with him.

He gets you loads of stuffed animals, he’d probably spend forever at a claw machine trying to win you a prize.

Kumajirou likes you, and you two get along well. When Canada mentions his crush on you to him, he’ll encourage him to confess.

#hetalia x reader #england x reader #aph england x reader #america x reader #aph america x reader #france x reader #aph france x reader #china x reader #aph china x reader #russia x reader #aph russia x reader #canada x reader #aph canada x reader #aph england #aph america #aph france #aph china #aph russia #aph canada

[anime-related]

AU where L and Light go to To-Oh together before the Death Note is dropped. (Whether Light is Kira is up to you, I think it'd be cool either way)

While L and the cops are investigating Kira, Light and L have began a relationship. Now, Soichiro (lights dad, if your memory is as bad as mine) is working with L, but has also literally seen him in the house.

Sufficed to say, he's shocked when he meets L and it's his son's college friend. Even more so when Light calls L nearing the end of a meeting and hears them talk more than platonically.

Here's some little excerpts my mind made up. I've watched the show only once, so I'm sorry if/that it's ooc

"Hello. I am here to see Light."

"Light! There's a weird guy at the door!" Sayu called. She glanced at him. "No offense."

"None taken," L dismissed.

Light ran down the stairs, smiling at the sight of L in the door.

"Hey! I picked up some cake, and we can go play that game I talked about."

"I figured as much, since that's why I'm here," L said. Light rolled his eyes fondly.

They walked into the kitchen, where his father was getting water.

"Oh, you must be Soichiro Yagami. Police chief, solved over 30 cases."

"Wow, Light. I had no idea you talked about me all that much."

"He doesn't."

Upon setting their sights on L, Soichiro's mind went blank. He would've never guessed. What were the chances. While everyone else was making their judgments on L and his appearance, Soichiro was trying to combine Ryuzaki with L in his mind.

He ignored it. It'd be safer for both of them if they didn't bring their personal lives into this. He took out his ID and introduced himself as if it were the first time.

"If I were Kira you would be dead Soichiro Yagami."

Combining these two people wouldn't be so difficult. He knew Ryuzaki reminded him of someone.

As they went on, he remembered small details. Light running downstairs because he and Ryuzaki had left their phones there. Ryuzaki also had an infatuation for sugar, and even when his wife made pretty universally loved tea, he'd still add stacks of sugar cubes.

Then there was...

"And from now on, I'll have to ask that you stop calling me 'L.' It's..." L glanced at Soichiro. "Ryuzaki now. Just to be safe."

How cautious was L to give a fake name to L before Kira was even a factor? And if Soichiro didn't know him, would he have used a different alias?

"Excuse me," L said, pulling his phone oddly from his pocket. "Your timing is perfect, I'm nearly done with my meeting. I'll be over shortly."

"I assume you have more puzzles to test me with?"

"Of course I do." Whoever was on the other side laughed softly. A small smile cracked L's face.

"I look forward to it, Ryu."

"So do I."

"See you soon."

L hesitated, but hung up without saying much more like usual.

"My apologies, I try not to keep him waiting."

"Was that Watari?" Matsuda asked.

"No, my boyfriend." He said it so casually, though it shocked everyone.

"You... what?" Aizawa asked.

"He's the only person I've ever met on my level. If it didn't put him in significant danger, I would've brought him in to help." He pushed his lip with his thumb. "Though that's not the only reason," he added in a mumble. He looked as ashamed as L could look.

"How long have you, uh..." Poor Matsuda was thrown extremely off guard.

"I've been queer my whole life if that's what you're asking. Though, I'm sure you're not. I've known him for a few months. He's very attractive." He pulled his hand away from his smile. "I'd tell you his name, but I don't feel comfortable doing so."

Soichiro feared he already knew who it was. Light didn't need to be put in more danger than he already was being his son. He didn't know how to feel about this.

"You'd place surveillance camera's on your own boyfriend?" Soichiro asked. He wouldn't mind placing them on Light, but L always had a certain level of respect for him.

"Of course. I've suspected he was L since before we started a romantic relationship."

This was a shock to everyone. Not only L dating Light, but L potentially dating Kira and knowing it.

"Why?"

"Light is my intellectual equal. Unfortunately that makes it more likely that he's Kira. And the fact that he made the first move only increases that likelihood, though he doesn't know I'm L. If he did, I'd be more sure."

"How sure are you?"

"About 5%. If he knew I was L before he kissed me, it'd be 7 or 8%. Getting close with the enemy is a good way of staying in their good graces and not getting caught, but I'm not going to excuse Light as a suspect just because he makes me happy. That would be ridiculous. And being his boyfriend makes it so I can monitor him outside the house without raising suspicion."

"I might be out of line, but that sounds messed up. Spying on your boyfriend?"

"Well, I don't have to. I can monitor elsewhere while they're at home. I will still be attending my outings with Light and I can't help but monitor him in those moments, though I can assure you we're usually focused on each other; I'm not sure he'd have a moment to kill with me there."

"And Light doesn't know you're L?" Aizawa asked. "Couldn't it be helpful for him to be brought on the case? He's helped on cases before."

"If Light isn't Kira, I don't want him in any danger. I'm sure Soichiro understands my dilemma." His voice was tense as were his hands.

"I do," Soichiro admitted. "I'm find putting cameras around the house. If there's any chance, we may as well check."

"Exactly."

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[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Not a Bad Holiday Season

Hey! I hope you had a great holiday season! I was wondering if you could write something sweet about Virgil and Logan after the secret Santa episode. No pressure ofc, Thank you you’re the best <3 – lapassemirrior

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Pairings: none

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1225

“No, but that doesn’t work within the context of the other clues…”

Virgil smiles as he ambles down the hallway, listening to the soft mutterings on the other side of Logan’s door. From the sounds of it, Logan’s hardly stopped to breathe since he figured out that the newspaper wasn’t just a newspaper. He hesitates for a moment, just a moment, before knocking on the door.

“Come in?”

“Hey,” he says as he steps through, “wanted to check if you—whoa.”

He thinks he can be forgiven for truly coming to a dead stop when he sees the fucking conspiracy board Logan’s got where his whiteboard usually is. The original newspaper is still on his desk, the eye in the hurricane of notebooks, pens, and paper strewn about, but he’s made copies of certain parts and pinned them to a corkboard. Fucking hell, he’s even got bits of red string connecting picture to picture—if he didn’t know any better, he’d ask if Logan were working with Roman or Remus on some film noir idea.

“Virgil?”

He snaps himself out of it. “Sorry, I, uh, I guess I’m glad you’re having fun?”

Logan’s face splits into an almost manic grin—shit, maybe he really has been spending too much time with Remus. “This is incredible, Virgil, I can’t properly express my gratitude until I’ve completed your puzzle. I have to ask: did you do all of this truly by yourself?”

Virgil scratches the back of his head. “Eh. I may have gotten Princey to help with some of it.”

Logan frowns. “Roman?”

“Well, yeah, he is Creativity too. And he’s—okay, I’m not gonna spoil it ‘cause it’s his idea, but he has this thing he’s doing right now that’s gonna be really, really cool when he gets around to showing it off, so—“

He trails off when he sees Logan still frowning at his desk. He takes a step closer, nudging him with an elbow.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing, nothing.”

“Uh-huh.”

“It really is nothing,” he says, “I suppose I’m surprised that Roman would be willing to…help you with such a thing.”

Virgil frowns. The irritation that Logan had expressed when he’d first looked at the newspaper, the almost resignation he’d had when he’d immediately moved on, it’s starting to show in his face right now.

“L,” he says, trying to get his attention, “why is it surprising?”

“Well,” Logan huffs, adjusting his tie, “you know.”

”I don’t. Can you tell me?”

“It’s Roman.”

“Yeah. Creativity. Making things. Doing stuff for us.”

“For you,” Logan corrects, still not meeting his gaze, “not necessarily for me.”

That’s funny. As Virgil remembers it, Roman had been hesitant to help him at all until he’d told him it was for Logan. Then he was practically climbing all over him to help out.

“But perhaps in the spirit of the holiday, then—“

“Logan.”

Logan stops. He takes off his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. Virgil lets him, waiting until he’s put his glasses back on and sat down. He leans against the edge of the desk and waits.

”That was unfair of me to say,” he mumbles, “wasn’t it?”

“Maybe a bit.”

“I…didn’t mean it to be spiteful.”

“You sure?”

“…maybe slightly.”

Virgil chuckles, rubbing his shoulder. “It’s okay. I know you and Princey have your moments.”

“But I have those with everyone,” Logan continues, staring off into space, “even—even with you. When I didn’t realize what your gift was at first, I…”

“Hey,” Virgil murmurs when Logan’s breath hitches just a bit too much for his liking, “you’re okay. It’s—look, the holidays are a stressful time for everyone, it’s not fair of me to hold it against you.”

“Thank you.”

“And, uh, I think any ARG that loudly screams hey, look at me, I’m a big fucking puzzle kinda fails at being an entertaining ARG—“ Logan snorts— “so I don’t blame you for taking a second to get it either.”

Logan hums, leaning against Virgil’s side. His glasses squish slightly into his ribs and he turns to fix it. “You’re right.”

“And hey, you really look like you’re enjoying it.” He gestures to the board. “You got your red string out and everything.”

“Well, I realized that I could take notes on my computer or in the notebook, but…” He can hear the moment the smile curls up his face. “I decided I might as well have fun with it.”

“That’s the whole point.”

“Thank you,” he says, softer now, turning to look up at him, “I really do like the present.”

Virgil chuckles. “I got that. Glad you’re having fun. What part are you at?”

“Part?”

“How much of it have you solved already?”

“I’ve just gotten to the QR code you managed to hide inside the picture—how did you do that, by the way? No, no—“ Logan holds up a hand as Virgil starts to explain— “don’t tell me just yet, I’ll make a list to ask you once I’ve finished everything.”

Virgil just grins and holds up his hands, stepping back as he watches Logan get up and start working on something again. He wanders over to the board after a moment, looking at all the pieces. Shit, he knew Logan would be good at this, but Janus would pop up if he said he’s a little disappointed that some of the puzzles didn’t take him longer.

Though, he notices with a grin, it doesn’t look like Logan’s cracked the big one yet. That’ll be something to look forward too.

“But enough about that,” Logan says, “did you come here for anything specific?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Pat and Princey are making a fucking feast for dinner and they’ve asked the rest of us to put together a movie marathon. If you, uh, if you’re willing to step away for a sec?”

“Certainly. Give me one moment…” Logan scribbles something else down on the piece of paper and pins it to the board—damnit, he got that one too, he really is good at this, maybe he should’ve made it harder— “there. Alright, what is everyone thinking? There are a few generic thrillers that have come out recently, Remus was talking about a disaster movie—“

“Wait, they made another one?”

Logan rolls his eyes as they head out to the hall. “It’s quite a profitable genre, despite the rampant suspension of disbelief that’s necessary for full immersion, so yes, I’m sure they did.”

“I don’t know about you, but I think not having to think too much sounds like a good thing.”

Logan chuckles. “Yes, well, you’ve been kind enough to give me quite the puzzle to keep me entertained for a while.”

“I really am glad you like it, L.”

“May I be honest?” Virgil nods and Logan glances around, leaning a bit closer. “Even if it had just been a newspaper, I still would have appreciated it as it came from you.”

Well. Shit. Now he’s blushing. And Logan’s looking at him like that and yep, they’re going to find the others right now.

All in all, not such a bad holiday season.

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[resident-gay-bitch]

sirius being dramatic when finding out about jegulus + very side wolfstar and rosekiller

Sirius strode into the apartment without warning, tossed his keys onto the table with a loud clunk, and took a dramatic bow with a wolffish grin.

“So, what do you think?”

“Of what?” Regulus asked, deadpanning him, “Your dramatic entrance? You’re not a vampire, Sirius- also I told you that key was for emergencies only.”

“This is an emergency.” Sirius glared at him, straightening up, “I need compliments.”

“Oh, how out of character for you.” Regulus said sarcastically, stirring his tea with his spoon at the table.

Sirius flipped him off.

“Please, tell me your thoughts.” Sirius grinned, showing off his new look and flourishing his hair, “Honest opinions only, unless they’re mean. If they’re mean, just tell me I’m pretty instead.”

“You’re pretty.” Dorcas smirked, and Sirius flipped her off.

Sirius had gone on an impulsive whim this morning after a quiet breakfast with Remus had revealed he quite likes the edgy punk look. And whilst Sirius is well aware how much Remus adores his long hair and pretty rebel boy demeanour, mixining it up for a few months could only mean a bit of fun.

Besides, if the way Remus’ brain seemed to short circuit that time Sirius came home with a septum and a nose piercing meant anything, Sirius is sure the other man would absolutely melt now.

He’d gotten himself an eyebrow and lip piercing today, as well as an extra three in his ear. It was a painful feat, and Sirius will not admit that he cried and had to be given a lollipop like a child, but he did it.

He also cut his hair short, just below the base of his skull, short wavy locks that no longer frame his face like they once did. And underneath, he’s died it electric blue.

He chopped one of his old metal band tees through the middle for a rough crop, and put Remus’ too big black ripped jeans on, letting them sit low on the waist with a studded belt to keep from pantsing himself. He’s never really been one for having his briefs stuck up out of his pants, but he happens to be wearing dark blue ones today, and they match.

“I think you look lovely, Sirius.” Pandora smiled over her tea, sitting at the table by Regulus. Out of Regulus’ entire group of friends, Sirius likes her the best. She’s always the nicest to him. “Very punk rock.”

“Thank you, Pandora.” Sirius smiled.

“I think you look stupid.” Regulus said, because of course he did.

“Thank you, Reggie.” Sirius smiled.

“I think you look like me.” Barty said, leaning up against the kitchen counter, one foot on the cabinets behind him for stability.

Sirius furrowed his brow and looked Barty over. And… fuck, yeah, he did. Barty was also wearing a messily cropped shirt, briefs that stuck out of the hem of his low baggy sweats, but he usually wears jeans like these when he’s out and about. And his hair is almost identical to Sirius’, however there’s green in it rather than blue. And the piercings, he’s got loads of them, skin smothered with tattoos too.

“You stealing my look, Black?” Barty grinned.

“Yeah, Im very attracted to him right now.” Evan, who had his head resting on Barty’s shoulder, smiled, “You should go blue, Barty. Its hot.”

“Hey.” Barty nudged him in the side and Sirius blushed.

“Well, thank you Evan, however, I am happily committed.” Sirius smiled, taking another little bow, “I suppose I take that as a compliment too, Crouch?”

“Obviously.” Crouch snickered, “I feel honoured that the Sirius Black is trying to look more like little old me-“

“That was an accident.” Sirius pressed, pointing at him, “I just wanted to look cool for Remus.”

“So you think I look cool?” Barty laughed delightfully.

“That’ll work.” Dorcas grinned, “Remember when Remus and Barry shagged-“

“I don’t need a reminder of that!” Sirius shouted as the same time that Barty said, “Cas, I told you to stop bringing that up around Evan.”

“Oh, so she can bring it up when I’m not around, huh?” Evan asked with a snake like grin, “Do you like to reminisce when I’m not there, Barty? Are you unfaithful?”

“Never, dove.” Barty kissed Evans forehead and sent an evil glare Dorcas’ way, “Dorcas just likes to stir the pot.”

Dorcas and Pandora giggled to themselves.

“Okay, enough about you lot, more about me.” Sirius interrupted, “On a scale of one to ten, how much do you think Remus will want to shag me when I get home? Ten being a lot-“

Sirius’ speech was interrupted by someone else letting themselves in through the front door and striding into the house.

“Love, I broke my glasses again, can you please fix them?” Sirius recognised that voice instantly, it was his best friends voice afterall. James walked right past Sirius in the entry way and leant in and smacked a kiss right on Regulus’ lips, “Missed you.” James muttered again, “I know it’s only been three hours, but I always miss you.”

Sirius is feeling a lot of confusion right now.

Regulus sends him a panicked glance over James’ shoulder, and then awkwardly looks up at James with pink cheeks. Sirius takes in the sudden tension in the room, at the way Pandora is sending Sirius a pleading look, at the way Dorcas is biting her lip in anticipation and looking between everyone, at the way Barty is clearly trying his best not to burst out with laughter, and the way that Evan is jabbing an elbow into his side and looking remorseful.

Suddenly Sirius is no longer confused. He feels more betrayed than anything.

James is fucking shagging his baby brother, isn’t he?

“Oh, Barty, by the way-“ James starts but he interrupts himself midway through, “I swear you were just-“ James turns and points in Sirius’ direction, and then spins back to Barty, “Why are there two of you?”

Barty bursts out laughing, “There’s only one of me, Potter.”

James swings back and forth, looking between them for a moment. And Sirius remembers how genuinely blind James is without his glasses. He usually can’t tell Remus and Peter apart when without them, their hair too similar in colour. So Sirius decides to help him out.

“James.” Sirius prompts when James’ back is to him, and he watches the way the other man immediately stiffens, “Are you snagging my brother?”

Regulus stands and slides James’ glasses onto his face before solemnly petting him on the cheek and sighing, “You’ve been wanting to tell him somehow.”

James slowly turns around, “Oh, Sirius, hi! Didn’t see you there, wow, new look. Very punk, Remus is sure to love it- hey, why don’t we go show Remus now? Yeah, let’s go right there and not talk about anything else-“

“James.” Sirius prompts again, glaring at him, “Are you, or are you not, shagging my brother.”

“Uhm, well… shagging’s quite a vile word, don’t you think? I prefer… love making-“

Behind him, Regulus groaned and began to bang his head on the cupboard whilst all of his friends lit up with laughter.

“Love making?” Sirius gasped, “James, that’s disgusting.”

“Well, it’s not really, it’s quite lovely.”

Sirius pretends to gag, “How long?”

“Erm… bit of an odd question considering it’s your brother.” James shrugged, “But, usually at least an hour-“

“No!” Sirius gasped, slapping his hands down over his ears, which hurt due to the new piercings. “I meant you two! How long have you been shagging?”

“Oh.” James turned bright red, “Yeah, I suppose that’s more logical. Uhm, maybe… like… mhgh…”

“I’m sorry?” Sirius asked, “Mind not mumbling?”

James pulled a wry face and shook his head. Sirius cocked an eyebrow, which also hurt.

Regulus groaned and leant over James, shoulder, “Six and a half month-“

“What!” Sirius shrieked, “You’ve been fucking m’y brother for six and a half months and haven’t told me?!”

“I don’t need to tell you all my personal business, Sirius.” Regulus said.

“Yeah, but, James does.” Sirius points at him.

“It’s true, I do.” James agreed, “Which is why I’m so sorry, Pads. I didn’t want to keep it from you, it’s just, we thought we should at first because I know you scared away the last two guys Reggie was involved with. And then… and then I just felt bad for lying and so I kept lying and… and now we’re here.”

Sirius shook his head at James, “I’m so disappointed in you.” He squinted his eyes, “Just fooling around with my brother like that-“

“We’re not fooling around, Sirius.” James defended, “We never were.”

“I don’t understand.” Sirius shook his head, “Are you shagging or not?”

James snickered, “Look, I didn’t even know I had a crush on Reggie till he kissed me one day, and then I immediately realised I liked him and… and well, we started going out. The shagging didn’t start till after then.”

Sirius took a little step back, looking them both over.

“It’s genuine, Sirius.” James smiled, putting his arm around Regulus’ shoulders, “I just didn’t- I was too scared… I was worried you wouldn’t approve of me for him.” James shrugged, “But we’re not just shagging… I love him.”

Sirius was taken aback, stuck silent for a moment. James loved him? Regulus was gazing up at James with flushed cheeks and a a smile he’d never seen his brother wear before, and it seemed like Regulus loved him back.

Sirius burst out crying.

James immediately rushed to his aid, making them both sit at the table, two chairs pulled out to face eachother. Regulus groaned and went to put on a new pot of tea.

James took Sirius’ hands, shushing him and looking terribly guilty, “I- I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Sirius. Is there something I can do to make it up to you? Is… Is there something I can do to make me worthy of him? I can’t lose- I can’t lose either of you, I’m so sorry, Sirius.”

Sirius sobbed so hard he couldn’t even speak. He shook his head to try and communicate with James, but the message did not go across clearly.

James had started to cry too, “I’m sorry, Sirius. I’m so sorry, I should have- I know I shouldn’t have lied, especially not for so long. But I was so worried- worried about this. I can’t-“ James sobbed so hard he started hyperventilating, “I don’t want to loose- loose-“

“Okay.” Pandora muttered, getting in between them, “Look at me, let’s take some deep breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth. With me now, come on, in through the nose… out through the mouth.”

Sirius and James sat there for a moment, following pandoras instructions. James’ glasses were cracked and foggy, and Sirius was dreading having to reapply his eyeliner for a second time today.

Regulus set some teacups down on the table and poured them each some midnight blue coloured tea, “Dora’s recipe. Supposed to calm you.”

“I’m sorry.” James muttered after taking a big sip of tea, “I don’t know what to do, Pads. I can’t lose you both.”

Sirius took a few sips himself, taking a moment to compose himself, “You’re not going too.” He smiled, his eyes begging to water again, “I’m sorry I freaked you out.”

“What?” James asked, taken aback, his voice sounded hoarse.

Sirius set his cup down with shaky hands and burst into more tears, but he smiled through them, and they weren’t nearly as heavy as before, “You love him?!”

James sent a nervous glance over at Regulus and tentatively nodded, “As much as I love you- but, differently, of course.”

That only made Sirius cry harder. He tried to talk again, but all that came out was incoherent nonsense.

“Sirius, stop wailing and just talk for Godricks sake.” Regulus scoffed, “Or you can fucking get out of my house.”

Sirius took a deep breath and sniffled, “I’m sorry… I just… you love him! Reggie deserves to be loved.”

“Oh.” James muttered, poking his glasses up his nose. Across the table, Regulus went silent. James smiled and nodded, “Yeah, of course he does.”

“And you deserve to be loved.” Sirius mumbles.

James snickers, “Well, I hope I do.”

“And… and you have such a big heart, and love people so… so… in the best way.”

James smiled and nodded.

“And Reggie-“ Sirius sobbed more, “He struggles- but he really loves who he loves with his whole heart.”

Regulus embarrassedly buried his head in his hands and Barty gave him a playful shove.

“Out of everyone in the world, I approve of you both the most for eachother.” Sirius sobbed, “And it just makes me so happy that you love eachother!”

There was a moment of silence before James started laughing in that way he does when he really adores something. He reached out and grabbed Sirius’ hands, squeezing them tight.

“It makes me so fucking happy that you approve.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Sirius sniffled, “You’re my best friend, and he’s my brother. You’re my two favorite people, it only makes sense that you love eachother.”

“Do you mean that?” Regulus asked across the table.

“Of course.” Sirius nodded, reaching over to pet Reggie’s elbow, “And when you get married James will be my brother in law-“

“I bloody know!” James grinned, slapping his knee, “How good will that be?”

Sirius grabbed onto him excitedly.

After a moment, James smiled and wiped at the black smudge from Sirius’ tears, “This new look got anything to do with Remus’ thing for punks?”

Sirius smiled sheepishly, “Do you think he’ll like it?”

“He liked it enough when you got those nose piercings, he’ll probably pass out seing you like this.”

Sirius chuckled.

“Come on, let’s clean you up and get you back home to him.”

Sirius smiled and nodded, “Thanks, Prongs.”

When Sirius got home, Remus did in fact malfunction. He couldn’t talk proper words for two whole minuets before he pointed to their room and muttered, “Bed, now.” And Sirius could never say no to his Moony.

★ ★ ★

Wow I wrote this at a regular hour in the day, hats off to me. This was inspired by @gaybubblehead and my texts about how they hc sirius goes through a phase where he looks just like Barty in terms of style and stuff and I honestly agree he would do that. I mean they came up with the entire idea of this basically and told me I should write it, and for once I actually delivered. lol

So this one’s for you my dude <3

It was silly, I started this with barely any direction and just let the story write its self. I should be writing my Christmas fic butttttt no.

#my best friend and my brother?! #jay writes #Jegulus #side wolfstar #royal court #slytherin skittles #platonic prongsfoot #sirius being dramatic about Jegulus in both a positive and negative way #James is really blind #Sirius black #punk sirius #regulus black #James potter #barty crouch jr #pandora lovegood #Dorcas meadows #Evan rosier #ficlet #marauders #wolfstar #dead gay wizards #fan fiction

[red-airhead]

𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓣𝓸 𝓨𝓸𝓾 | 𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓶𝓲𝓷 |

Masterlist

word count - 2,548

genre - romance, fluff

warnings - slow burn, mutual pining, romantic! seungmin, idol! seungmin, afab! reader, feminine terms, reader cries a lot, livestream proposal, drunk make out, kissing, seungmin being nervous, pet names (baby, love), lmk if I missed anything

the ring

He saw you for the first time in an empty classroom gathering your things to go home.

That was so long ago. You both remembered it like it was yesterday. The way you caught him staring, glasses reflecting from the sun that peaked from the windows and shined on your face, making you look even more perfect than before. 

He forgot the reason he came back to the classroom, hand gripping the strap of his tote bag tightly as he swallowed thickly. 

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him either, though. The way he began to smile nervously, eyes now darting anywhere in the room as if to avoid melting in your sun-like gaze. It caused you to giggle which startled him.

“Sorry, sorry.. You just look so cute..” You managed through your giggles, watching him look back at you with such a flustered expression.

He thought you were bold with the way you called him cute, “I-It’s okay.. I’m Seungmin,, Kim Seungmin..” 

You hummed in response, walking away from your seat and towards him, reaching out your hand with a smile on your face, “I’m L/N Y/N! It’s nice to meet you Seungmin!”

And that was a blossom of a friendship both of you knew wouldn’t fall apart.

Day after day, he sat next to you in class. At first it was hard for him to talk to you but slowly he started opening up. Days went by where you’d see each other everyday, learn more about each other, exchange numbers and just spend all the time in the world together. 

“I’m a trainee for JYP Entertainment.. Did I ever tell you that?” He said, one day during lunch. That statement caused you to choke on your water.

After a few minutes of panicking, you looked at him stunned, “No way.. That’s so cool Min!” You said with enthusiasm, the biggest smile on your face.

“It is?”

“Yes! Oh my god, Min that's like one of the coolest things ever! How long have you been a trainee for?” You were so interested in his trainee life now, and it made him excited to know you supported him.

“About three years ago? I think, sometimes it’s easy to lose track of time.. I was just recently selected to be part of a group called Stray Kids. Apparently the leader is like– selecting his own group members..” You didn’t know what was more exciting. The fact that he was picked or the fact the leader was such a badass to be able to pick his own group members.

“Whoa.. Min I’m so happy for you..” You nearly caught him off guard when you started crying. It was something you rarely ever did in front of him, and it made him worried that something was wrong.

“Why are you crying? Uh– You okay?” He quickly discarded his food to pull you into a very awkward hug. Well there's a first for everything.

“I’m just really happy for you.. That’s such a big achievement, especially with a company like that.. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He knew you were pouting just from the way you were speaking, but he decided to brush it off.

“I didn’t want you to have to worry so much, that’s all..” 

“You’re actually a dumbass.”

“Hey!”

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Graduation rolled around sooner than you both thought. You don’t know what made you cry more, the fact that you were graduating and had a new life ahead of you, or the fact that you wouldn’t see your best friend as much.

You and Seungmin ended up walking home together, something that was normal for the two of you yet it felt so forbidden now that you graduated.

The tear stained cheeks from the both of you was something that just showed how much this affected the both of you.

There was one thing though, his confession. 

You stopped at a nearby park bench, after you had told Seungmin you felt a little dizzy and wanted to sit down. 

It was perfect.. Sunny and warm out was one of your favorite weathers, and with the flowers blooming nearby he knew it was perfect timing. He picked one earlier without you noticing, practically hiding it in his bag, making sure it wouldn’t get smushed. 

Pulling it out he stares at it, then looks at you.

You look back at him and it was like everything stopped, “what’s that flower for?” You pointed out, making him feel a little startled. He cleared his throat as he took in a deep breath.

“I picked it earlier, for you.. I didn’t have time to get a bouquet this morning so I just..” He shyly hands it to you, completely backing out of the confession.

Well there goes his chance..

“Thank you, it’s beautiful..” You said, holding the flower with delicacy, smiling at the sweet gesture.

He only nods, and he sits with you a little longer. Just relish in the moment a little longer.

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Getting a chance to have drinks was something that was rare. You both knew that, and him being out in public isn’t a smart idea, so you decided to get a bunch of alcohol the night prior, and ordered take out before he arrived. 

You spent the entire time you drank laughing and talking about life. He went on and on about how stupid his members could be, telling you stories that made you laugh to the point you snorted a few times.

Eventually, both of you ended up just a little over tipsy, however it hit you the most. He knew you wouldn’t remember much after you had gotten drunk, so he tried to refrain from his deepest desires to just kiss you.

He ignored the way his body felt on fire when your eyes would linger a little too long on his lips, or the way your touch felt like heaven against his skin, even if it was a graze. 

That’s where this led to, snuggled up to each other, enjoying the warmth radiating off of each other as you both relaxed with alcohol in your system.

“You’re s’ warm..” You muttered, nuzzling your face into his neck, this caused him to tilt his head back and onto the back of the couch.

“You're warmer..” He chuckled out, pulling you closer by your waist. 

You hummed in response, spending a while in silence, too drunk to let words slip out easy enough.

At one point, and truthfully he didn’t remember when, he found you straddling him, looking down at him with an expression full of admiration.

“You’re so pretty, Minnie..” Words slurred but full of meaning made his heart flutter.

“You’re prettier..” He managed before he felt your lips crash on his.

Sloppy, but there was no intention of it going any further than a make out. Eyes fluttering closed he melted into the kiss, hands gently resting at your hips.

Wet, soft kisses were pressed on his lips, him returning them with eagerness. Eventually those kisses soon became longer, and more deep. 

He wanted more, but he knew that taking advantage of you in such a vulnerable moment wasn’t okay.

“Hey— You’re drunk..We shouldn’t.” He huffed out, staring at you. Lips swollen and red, ready to be kissed again, but he had to resist.

“But whyyyy..” You whined, cupping his cheeks and trying to kiss him again. His hand covered your mouth.

“You’re drunk, and I’m not that kind of person.. Come on, lets get you to bed..”

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He got busy, very fast. Over the span of a couple of years, he was busy with promotions for different comebacks, and when the pandemic hit it made things even harder to see each other. 

Sending pictures back and forth when something cool happened, calling a few nights every week to fall asleep together or to watch a movie. 

At some point, in the middle of the pandemic, you started hanging out again even if it was highly recommended not to.

“I missed this,, I missed your company.” You admit, smiling at him as he got all cozy on your couch. All bundled up and fluffy in the covers that smelled exactly like your perfume and shampoo. 

“I’m just happy I finally got a day where I could spend time with you.. Being an Idol is so hard..” He whined, getting comfortable under your blanket. If he didn’t cover his nose down, you definitely would’ve seen the massive blush he had on his face.

He didn’t realize how often you wore the hoodie he sent you a few months ago. He remembered it clearly. Spraying the box with his cologne, putting a travel sized version with it and a bunch of gifts he got from traveling before the pandemic.

He remembered the texts you sent him, saying how good the hoodie smelled with the cologne and how much you loved the gifts. He made it his mission from then on to buy you gifts anytime he traveled.

“Being friends with an Idol is hard. I’m surprised you were even able to get here without fans following you.”

“Lucky for you, fans don’t seem to like me that much.”

“Don’t say that! I’m sure there are plenty of–”

“There really aren’t.”

You frowned at his self doubt, just before pulling the covers off of him and then laying on top of him, wrapping the blankets around the both of you. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Forcing you to stay until you stop this absolute stupid nonsense!” You huffed out, snuggling into his warmth. You felt his arms wrap around you to pull you closer and you swore you melted.

“Jokes on you, this is comfortable..” He huffed out. Gently squeezing you, he looked at the way you looked so perfect in his arms.

Your heart pounded and you hoped he couldn’t feel it, and it wasn’t like the first time you cuddled, it just felt a little different this time, more domestic.

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It was late, he knew that. And he knew that he’d been waiting way too long to finally do the thing he longed to do. 

With a bouquet of your favorite flowers, a basket in your favorite color, your favorite snacks and multiple bottles of your favorite drink to stock up on.

The dating ban had been lifted, and he was about 5 minutes away from your house. It was 5 minutes away from midnight. 

As soon as he arrived he scrambled to the door and pushed on the doorbell like his life depended on it.

He could hear your footsteps, and he listened to the lock on the door click and watched the door open.

“Min? It’s 12 in the morning, what are you doing here..” You huffed out. Your hair was a bit of a mess, considering the fact you were tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable in bed. 

“I know it’s late, but something important just happened and it involves you.” He quickly said, watching you step outside and close the door behind you.

Now or never.

“Y/N, ever since the day I met you, I knew you were the one. You looked so beautiful in the sunlight, and the way you called me cute within seconds of us meeting just proved you were what I needed.” He started, watching you get a little confused.

“I wanted to do this on graduation but I backed out. I was too nervous because I was worried you were going to say no, I didn’t want to lose you.” He cleared his throat, watching your posture shift.

“What are you saying?” Maybe you were a little dumb..

“The dating ban got lifted.. Y/N, I— I love you, a lot.. I love you so much and I wanted to tell you I just didn’t want–” 

You quickly cut him off, pressing a very much needed kiss to his lips.

After a very sweet kiss, you pulled away and smiled at him, “I love you too Minnie. Come inside before you get caught.” You laughed, opening the door and pushing him inside.

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2024 came faster than you expected. You’d spent 4 years together with Seungmin and life couldn’t have been any better. 

After the dating ban was lifted, you spent so much of your time talking about him to anyone you could. He’d post about you on bubble, on instagram. He’d talk about you in interviews or on live. You didn’t know what was better, the fact that you got to be by his side for so long, or the fact that he loved you so much to show you off.

There was one particular evening that caught you off guard, the night he proposed. 

You went out for groceries, and while you were gone for about an hour, he went live. He set everything up. He didn’t bother getting dressed all fancy, he knew you would prefer something more comfortable. 

It was perfect though. The lighting, the decorations, and he had your guys’ song playing in the background. He waited patiently for you. 

When you arrived back at home you gasped when you heard the song, “Baby? Why are you playing our song?” 

He knew you loved the acoustic version, so that’s what he played. He stood by the tv that had the lyrics on display. When you walked into the living room your expression shifted so many times while trying to figure out what was going on, “Min?”

He smiled nervously at you as he waited for you to walk over.

While you walked over you looked around and saw a live going,, did he forget?

“Love, what’s going on?” 

Standing across from you he teared up, pouting a little with a smile fighting it, “This is making me nervous..”

“Take your time,, it’s okay..” You knew how nervous he got with things, but you didn’t know what this was about.

After a few deep breaths, he looked at you with a shaky smile, “I love you so much.. You— You made me feel like someone for so long now.. I feel like someone now that I’m with you, and that I can call you mine but there's just— one thing I want to call you.. Something I’ve been dreaming of.” 

You started tearing up at the little speech, smiling at him, “What would that be?”

And suddenly, it really was like the world stopped. Getting on one knee he looked up at you, opening the velvet box that was hidden in his clenched hands.

You gasped, tears now spilling without fail.

“I want to call you my fiancee, my wife.. Y/N will you marry me?” He didn’t even have to wait for you to say yes because you immediately made him take the ring out and slip it on your ring finger.

“Is that even a question worth asking? You already know the answer..” You laughed, making him stand up.

“It’s still better to ask, yknow?” He hummed out, pressing a loving kiss to your lips gently.

You happily kissed back, arms wrapping around his neck, “That’s true..”

He pulled away and just admired you, wiping the stray tears as he smiled, “I guess I’m someone to you?”

“You’re someone to me as long as I’m someone to you."

#stray kids #stray kids angst #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff #stray kids comfort #kim seungmin #kim seungmin comfort #kim seungmin angst #kim seungmin fluff #kim seungmin smut #Spotify

[callipraxia]

The Interview: A Running 'Live' Commentary

Well, you asked, kinda, @the-orion-scribe...

Disclaimer: One of my…things is that where there is a transcript, I'm gonna read the transcript first and then may or may not tackle the audio version later. As such, I'm inevitably going to get some of the subtler bits indicated by gesture and tone of voice wrong. I hope it won't be anything that significantly changes the meaning, but we shall see. I'm doing this live, (redact) it! And partially on my work breaks at that, so apologies if anything gets repetitive or disjointed as a result of different bits being read several hours apart. Full transcript is available here from, I believe, @fordtato, who seems like awesome cool folks.

That all said, let's begin.

[On the SAG-AFTRA strikes]

Alex's grandmother was an actress? Interesting. Also, generally approve of the sentiments stated there, very good, no actual notes.

[On the pilot and the 'Next On' reel]

When I was a much, much younger Callipraxia, I also had an interest in TV work - we had this class at my middle school call Careers, and we had to do a research project on, well, a career every year, and one year I did mine on being a soap opera writer (early nineties soap operas were my first literary influences, and I suspect it still shows). I therefore find this glimpse into the industry fascinating, even though I don't have much to say about it beyond giggling at the image of executives having such reptilian, limited-intelligence brains that they could be tricked into thinking something already exists and therefore just approving it so they don't have to think about why they're being asked to approve something that already exists because it would make their heads hurt.

"I was working...on a cartoon called 'Flapjack.'"

I'm 99% sure I've never seen a single frame of this show, but also 99% sure I've heard of it somehow. Not sure why. No idea what 'Fish Hooks' is, though.

"Then, when we did the Cipher Hunt, I was running out of rewards and treasures to give the audience because I'd already bled Gravity Falls dry of every drop of content that was inside it..."

See, this is what I find fascinating about Proper Creators, and this one in particular. Their creations can seem so much fuller to us than they do to them. This baffles me, because even when I don't do things on purpose, I generally do realize that I did them sometime, you know? (Edit: ha, Hirsch actually talks a bit about this at the end)

"I remember asking him, 'Hey, Mike, you read the bible, right? What do you think about this Jesús character? Do you think it's working? Do you think people will get it?'"

Even though I clearly read the words 'series bible' right above this, my first thought was that Alex was asking Mike if he'd read The Bible - y'know, the religious one. And I was so confused. And then I stopped being confused and I facepalmed in real life.

"Instead of embracing that this is part of lore that fans love...in his mind, he, as a serious videogame programmer, made a mistake, and is ashamed of the mistake, and doesn't want to acknowledge it, doesn't want to encourage other people to corrupt their own game, and so he said 'there's no such thing as MissingNo.'"

This is another "I just don't get Proper Creators" moment. I'd have embraced it so thoroughly I'd have written a sequel just about it and only revealed that it was actually serendipitous (not 'a mistake' - word choice, people!) years later!

Sometimes no answer is better than a boring answer.

This is why I love that thing Robert Jordan used to say - "read and find out!" and the fandom shortened it to "RAFO," and now that's a one-word response to questions you don't want to answer, at least if everyone in the room is familiar with The Wheel of Time books and fandom history...so many times I've wanted to just reply "RAFO!" in a review, but then realized the odds were excellent that the other person would have no clue what I was talking about.

"I know that we did cut like 12 pages from the journal, just due to length."

I've been told that I can make people feel cussed out without ever uttering a single swearword, when I'm annoyed enough with them. I would like to try to do that to whoever it was who decided on this length restriction. Give me lore! All the lore! More! More lore!

[On the walls of genre cards and character beat cards and how this led to rejected episode ideas]

I'm gonna try this writing method out, it sounds interesting. Thanks, Alex! And also thanks to everyone involved who's mentioned any of these rejected ideas over the years, as this allows us to play with them instead! (one day, y'all will know the tale of Wendy as a weather witch. I've got a whole arc planned for her with that one).

"When [Rob Renzetti] and I are together, we're very much like Grunkle Stan and Ford, and he is Ford and I am Stan."

I wish so much that someone had asked if there were ever any RL fistfights during the production of the book. It's barely even funny and would have wasted time, but I wish they had anyway.

"I still recall when Ford had a long beard and was a hippie."

...No.

"We were thinking it'd be kind of more like a zen kind of guy"

I mean, technically I suppose he still is. Apparently quite big on meditation back in the day, and the Journal strongly implies he's a firm believer in divination now. He could have been a sort of hippie lite, had he gone for drugs other than brain demons and/or Truck Stop Coffee I Initially Assumed Was A Euphemism For Significantly Stronger Stimulants.

"I remember talking about, maybe, J.K. Simmons and then thinking, 'Gosh, you know, he's got a very familiar voice, is he gonna feel too overexposed.'"

Ford was actually the first character I ever heard Simmons voice, because I have acquired what passes for my pop culture literacy mostly completely backward. My mother was watching reruns of whatever that cop drama he was on was (was it The Closer?) one day, though, and I did a double take at the TV because why is Ford here on one of Mama’s shows? Did he get arrested again or something? Why are they acting like he's one of the...ohhhh.

Which yes, means I found my way to Portal 2 via Gravity Falls instead of the other way around. That isn't so surprising, though, because video games are another of my...things. I absolutely love a lot of the stories and will happily read about them and watch cutscenes and video essays about them and player-keeps-quiet playthroughs all day, but I've never actually played video games because I have poor hand-eye coordination and rather low frustration tolerance when it comes to entertainment. The puzzles would drive me mad. I adore complex things, but I hate having to figure them out before I can move on with the story if I don't want to stop. Let me figure stuff out at my own pace, dangit -

Er, that got off-topic, sorry. The point was, I've watched a ton of clips of Portal 2 now, and it's kind of fascinating to me that it possibly wasn't a conscious influence, because Cave Johnson is...not really that dissimilar to a thing that Ford could have become, in a lot of ways. Or what he and/or Fiddleford might have actually become in the "Better World," for all we know. He's probably closer to what Fiddleford did become in canon, though, at least for a while/in my possibly somewhat weird interpretation of Fiddleford.

"So we're putting this character together, we're putting blocks together, we're moving blocks and putting them up, and it's only at the last second that a Ford is revealed that we're like 'I guess we did it?'"

This is how I construct plots basically, more than characters, but - oh, gosh, I wanna do a lore dump so bad but this isn't the time or place. Never mind, I'll ramble about character development another time.

Also, I am amused by the visual of, like, Stan or someone performing a dramatic flourish and being like "Behold: A Ford!"

"What to you comes across as 'oh, Rob understands Ford's ridiculous recklessness' to me comes across as 'Rob IS Ford and Ford does rationalize.' That's what he does. One of Ford's greatest powers is rationalizing. So you're seeing Rob as Ford rationalizing Ford's bad decisions. In that moment, I think what's being revealed is less Ford's recklessness, and more Ford's ability to justify anything."

Why not both? But yeah, fair, I've observed this about the character myself. He censors himself when he doubts. It's a defensive mechanism I think - it keeps him alive and functional to a degree, because, well...we've seen what happens when Ford admits he was wrong, twice. In the Journal, he nearly lost his mind, and in the finale, he basically went from thinking of himself as He Who Shall Save The World to He Who Is About To, However Reluctantly, Become Death, The Destroyer of Worlds in an alarmingly short period of time. Extreme black and white thinking with him a lot of the time. Not a psychologist, just a nerd, but the longer I think about the character, the more probable a personality disorder seems. Which is one reason I worry about him and Stan both after the series ends. They're both going to be confused as all get-out when it dawns on them that "...wait, we're not suddenly better after all? We're both still really, really screwed up?"

"When you do a clone story, the point of a clone story, in my mind, is a character seeing themselves in a different light, right?"

Depends on which side you're looking at it from, really ;)

"They're all wonderful, wonderful dumbasses, all of them."

Accurate.

"They know that I am a detail-oriented bastard."

...Less accurate, in a way. I've spun whole worlds out of details that the writers have admitted were unintentional or screwups, not to mention the later discourse on Alex as the "emotional" story one while Rob was the "make it a story" guy, or the specific detail that was actually under discussion here. As for that one....

"When you're editing, when you're writing, and then you reread your writing and you edit it, and then you reread your writing and you edit it, there's a very subconscious process of streamlining, literally making paragraphs look nice - it's entirely possible that me or Rob made that change out of one in a million changes specifically because we knew that psychologically Ford is not traveling this path alone, he's traveling it with his muse who he has a very complex and fucked-up relationship with, and even in Ford's private thoughts, he would not say 'I'm alone,' he would say, 'Oh, I have a very important relationship in my life with Bill, but I don't have a friend, that is a difference!'"

...except he canonically referred to Bill as his friend, too, so, uh...yeah, there's that.*

Interesting to hear someone else's perspective on rewriting and editing; I'm pretty sure that there's very little sub-conscious going on with me when I'm editing. If anything, I'm double and triple checking to excise anything that even hints of subconsciousness out of the manuscript, and I am very, very conscious of times when I go out of my way to make paragraphs physically neat and pretty, because I always feel really stupid about doing it. So I suppose I'm glad to hear other people do that, too.

I also found it interesting to see the description of the relationship with Bill as "very complex and fucked-up." Ford, at least, wrote and spoke as though he was under the impression that his relationship with Bill was very straightforward pre-betrayal, but here's the Guy, on the record saying it was in fact "very complex." This doesn't confirm that Ford was on some level aware of this, but it does make me feel more confident about my theory that Ford invited Fiddleford up not so much because he really needed the technical expertise as because his subconscious was throwing up enough red flags to cover every square inch of land in the U.S.S.R. and he just couldn't admit it to himself consciously because admitting that he is not in control of a situation tends to render him non-functional.

*Full disclosure since nobody's read this far anyway, but hi if you have, have a full disclosure: I would not say I ship it, because in context - Fiddleford married, Ford on the brink of sanity, Ford as Fiddleford's employer, Fiddleford mind-wiping both himself and Ford behind Ford's back after a certain point, and that's all before we consider that on occasion, it's entirely possible Fiddleford was interacting with someone who mostly looked like Ford but, uh, wasn't - it would be incredibly dark and messed up and suitable for nothing but a full-blown adult psychological horror story, but I do consider "Ford was in love with Fiddleford, regardless of whether it was reciprocated or not" as a perfectly valid reading of the Journal. I also consider it perfectly valid to read it as Ford just being prone to really intense attachments, regardless of what kind they are - he either adores you or he hates you, whether you're his brother, his muse, his friend, his romantic or sexual interest, or what-have-you, which is kind of what I was saying earlier about the potential for personality disorders there. Ford writes in a style more like he's from the mid-nineteenth century than from the mid-twentieth, or at least like he's trying to imitate that style, so that could make things sound gay that aren't gay, but by the same token, much of Ford's rhetorical style seems to exist to allow him to not-quite-lie to himself while using his superpower of Justify Anything, so ultimately that means nothing, too. I went through the Journal line by line once and determined that you could make roughly equally strong cases for Ford being some form of straight, some form of gay, some form of bi, and some form of ace, and that it also wouldn't be unreasonable to come away with the view that he's not into humans so much but might very well be into one or more types of alien. I don't know and so will potentially read any variant of these things, as long as it's a decent story.

"You know the thing about working with a big company, it's like working with a friend who swaps their head with a different head every couple of years."

Huh, Alex has met Olm, has he?

[Hana] "By the way, I know there's a lot of fake blood on this page, that's for one of my YouTube videos, ignore that."

Why is this the moment I laughed out loud?

"That's the trouble of a puzzle box, is it's like, there's two flavors of it, there's a question with a satisfying answer, and then there's a question that is sort of an open-ended invitation to a kind of, uh, you know, group improvisational session. We've created a prompt for fans to 'yes and' their own story out of it, and the sense that there might be something in there creates a sense of excitement along with it."

Pretty sure this is sums up my general thoughts on the Interview/is the part of it I regard as Important so far. Also, I wish I could write something like that. If I leave a loose end hanging, it's very blatantly a loose end. I can improvise a 10,000-word essay about Ford's anger issues on the fly, doing that out of someone else's work is incredibly easy and natural for me, but I can't do the same in my own work. It's a frustrating thing.

"The Mystery Shack is a bucket full of misshapen, lost, odd oddities, and these character are a bucket of full of misshapen lost odd oddities, and like the idea of them all having a place where they fit in, and - and loving each other as a family, was very important to me."

...Ok, this is another Important bit, but for completely different reasons. Basically sums up why I'm here, really.

"That means that Dipper and Mabel's parents may have had children at a concerningly young age, and is this show's intent to say that it's okay for those relationships to exist?"

Here's a thing that I think is just...me not quite getting how a lot of people work, I guess? To me, there's a world of difference between "that could be what happened" and "and that means I approve of it." The Pineses are a really screwed up family. They should have called that pawn shop Dysfunction Junction, that’s how messed up they are. Apparently it was Filbrick who knocked someone up at a drive-in movie once (one of my 4.5 Shermies is actually a much older half-brother who only gets to know Stan at all after they meet at Filbrick's funeral, though I never decided if his mom was the shotgun wedding or if that was with Caryn. Either way, though, he was vaguely aware that "yeah, Dad and his second wife had those twins" but he'd had very limited contact with them and bought that he'd mixed up which one was supposed to be weird and have six fingers without too much trouble), and Mabel's level of proto-sexual aggressiveness is...occasionally disconcerting, to me at least. One or more generations of teenage parenthood seems perfectly in character for them to me, without it meaning anyone approves or disapproves of that. It's fairly realistic, however depressing, that a much younger son in a family as dysfunctional as theirs might well have started acting out, resulting in Indiscretions - my second fic was based on the premise that the "you gotta raise a kid, your life falls apart..." was Stan talking about Shermie's lot in life rather than his own, as I hadn't yet heard the remark about it being a Filbrick quote (the whole events of that story were constructed with the idea of keeping Stan's line about how he lied to everyone, including "my family" and "your parents", literally true, so every event was created to explain how Stan got away with it for a little longer without anyone noticing, basically). Mabel also seems impractical enough, even post-character development, to get waaaaaay too into a high school relationship with unfortunate results. That's not approval of such relationships, that's just...reality? Goodness, people don't think I morally approve of everything (or even very much at all) in my stories, do they? That's an unsettling thought.

"I think we say 'damn.' I think we say 'hell' maybe, um, yeah."

Ford specifically says "I'll be damned" in the Journal (though, in context, it seems less like swearing than like he possibly means it some form of literally; there's several hints in the Journal that suggest Ford believes in...Something, though he's almost certainly not a member of any organized religion and almost definitely not a member of any organized religion we'd recognize). Stan, for his part, says "hell" in "Lost Legends," referring to a part of the carnival that he thinks would be a good hiding place.

Since Disney allowed people to refer to going to literal, capital-H Hell in at least two properties long preceding Gravity Falls, though (specifically, David Xanatos infamously says "pay a man enough and he'll walk barefoot into Hell" in the pilot of the animated show Gargoyles, and Claude Frollo sings a whole song where he repeatedly yells the words "Hell" and "Hellfire" without a care in the world in The Hunchback of Notre Dame), I am still more shocked that they let Ford say the word "suicide" on the show proper, on Disney channel. And...okay, Frollo is significantly less child-friendly than Bill, even given the torture scene. Frollo does things that are just as violent as that scene, plus Frollo is quite blatantly driven by a perverse sexual obsession with a woman, so that he attempts to coerce her into sex with everything but the word 'sex' on screen before setting her on fire. There's distinctly perverse undertones in Bill's every interaction with Ford in the Weirdmageddon Trilogy, but Bill's been an energy being without physical form since before the birth of the Milky Way, which takes the edge off...a bit, anyway. Bill in the Journal flings down and dances upon the line between "this is a metaphor" and "...okay, so, the way this is being written about is so on the nose that I'm not sure this counts as a metaphor for any practical purposes anymore," but Bill having "extract information" as a motive in the most blatantly unsettling scenes of the show proper means he's still less overt about it on screen than Frollo.

...What was I talking about, again? Oh, right. Disney Channel: A lot less squeaky-clean in general than it wants you to think, Parents! They've been letting animated people say "Hell" occasionally since I was four!

"We talked about 'is there a way for this government agent who knows about Trembley to be connected to the government agents who picked up this disturbance?' We weren't really able to find a way to make them connect in a satisfying way, so, I wish we had done more with it."

Welp, there's another one for the "Projects to Eventually Do" List. Y'know, I'd never even thought of associating Powers and Co with the guy in "National Treasure"? It's one of those episodes I kinda mostly forget about tbh, the S1 filler episodes - I remember facts from it because they're useful when constructing my "Nathaniel Northwest was a warlock who made deals with Bill and here's how that could play out" theories, but I never think about the plot. Kind of like how I forget that Dipper's infatuation with Wendy is why the Paper Twins exist, even though they're now major characters in a lot of what I've written and are even bigger players in the vast majority of what I plan to write in future....I can tell you way, way too much about "Double Dipper," but I'm always slightly surprised that "oh, the Wendy obsession is why all this other stuff even happened!"

[On a very long section of text about McGucket and the memory gun]

OMG OMG OMG I WAS RIGHT! I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE ALCOHOLISM METAPHOR, IT'S CANON, I FEEL SO SMART RIGHT NOW, WHEEE!

Ahem...sorry about that. Got a bit carried away there. So, Alex also compared McGucket's relationship with the memory gun to alcoholism. And to taking anxiety pills, but...well, there is a reason you don't mix those, I suppose. I want to dig into this so much more, and I'm probably gonna end up printing this section and tacking it to the wall next to my writing table, but right now I have gotta do my mother's taxes, she refused to admit they hadn't been done yet until a few hours ago, arrgh, I don't have time - yeah, that bit's probably gonna get its own analysis post eventually.

"It's like he has to always have a mission in front of him, because if he doesn't have a mission in front of him, he's thinking 'how have I treated the people in my life?'"

Hey, I think I said that...like...three times in this insanely long post, and I know I've said it before. My character interpretations are being validated. It makes me faintly grumpy that I'm as pleased by this as I am. I have a...complicated relationship with validation, let's leave it at that.

"The same way you know a black hole is there by the light warped around it, it's like, you know the damage someone's family has done to them by all of their weird tics and behaviors. So who is the character who would result in Stan being this hurt and needy and mad and also longing?"

I'd argue that it was the whole family dynamic, really - Stan clearly had a ton of daddy issues on the boil even before he got disowned, and while Caryn seems to have been more openly affectionate toward him, I can't imagine it did his psychology any good to grow up with a mother he calls a "pathological liar" without missing a beat. There'd always be that uncertainty (much like there later is with Stan himself) about what was real and what was a lie, what was a performance, because Caryn, like Stan, was an entertainer - it's the thing they were good at. Meanwhile, Filbrick is a fifties and sixties father of the most rigid sort, someone who is clearly uncomfortable expressing any positive emotion of any kind, or really anything except anger. He's either indifferent or he's shouting, and he apparently calls his sons by the same name to the point that they can say "he means you" when he's bellowing for "Stan Pines," because Stan's unimportance in life has been so thoroughly underlined for him by his parents, long before Ford personally was in any position to inflict much childhood trauma, that he struggles to have any form of identity separate from "Ford's twin" by a very young age, and never really grows past this until maybe the final moments of the show - I really wish we'd had a moment of Stan claiming his own name properly, but at least it made the news. Until that point, he'd literally failed at everything he ever did as Stanley, as himself, because he had no direction without Ford - even the Mystery Shack, as built around his specific talents as it is, was created because the mission in front of him had Ford as a focus point. That's a crucial thing, too, about his bond with Dipper and Mabel, and Soos, and even kinda Wendy - he's built a life for himself outside of just being Ford's brother. It's implied none of them even knew he was a twin, that the Other had ever existed. He still defines himself in relation to other people to a large extent, but that's still less restrictive than defining himself (and being defined by others) solely in terms of one other person. Fairer to Ford, too. But I digress.

"And it's like 'oh! I think he's also aloof and distant from himself.' I think he is, uh, deeply, deeply hiding from his real feelings about things, because at some point early on, he decided that he could run from hurt by achievement and by creation, and has dug that hole so deep that he has no relationships."

Accurate, at least at times.

"The shows I was watching growing up were, like, Doug and Rugrats, and there were no holy wars about whether Chucky Finster, uh, should be interpreted this way or that way. We had no idea the world that was coming into consciousness as we were making this thing."

I found this kinda interesting, because I remember those shows, too - but by the time I was old enough to be aware of very much, Harry Potter and Buffy the Vampire Slayer had already created the core of modern fandom culture as we know it, so I at the same time have the concepts of "there is no Rugrats fandom" and "that did not make fandom a surprise to me, because it was falling into place right about the point where my memory starts/I became dimly aware of the world outside of [Microscopically small town I'm from]." I don't know if this is something where he maybe remembers early childhood more than I do, since I have very, very few distinct memories from before I was 10-11 - a few, but they're like isolated snapshots with limited context, except what I know happened because people have told me it happened. I know Hirsch is older than me, but also not *that* much older than me, so I wonder if it's down to those few years (like he said about how gay marriage had just been legalized as the show was wrapping, and it's disconcerting now to think how different so many things were back then) or if it's a difference in personalities or what.

Well! That was more enjoyable than I expected! Thanks for prodding me to finally read this thing, @the-orion-scribe. It's eaten much of my day and seems set to eat a fair bit of it tomorrow, too, since I had to cut myself short at a couple of interesting points, but it was fun.

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[oneirataxiahiraeth]

Hey, I was wondering if you could do a Kai Parker smut with a dom!fem reader, I've got a couple tiktoks I could send you the links for that might help the thought process behind it, thanks :))

Change in Dynamics

Pairings : fem!reader x KaiParker

Warnings : swearing, mentions of death, dom!reader, sub!brat!kai, jealousy?crazy!reader, bondage(handcuffs), use of sex toys, a brief touching on a mommy kink, masturbation(fem), teasing, cumeating???, this is also not proofread:)

Word Count : 2.8k

Summary : After catching Kai flirting with another woman, y/n takes matters into her own hands and decide to show Kai just how much he needs her.

   You watched the amusing show he was putting on. A light layer of sweat building on his skin. Bare chest out and showing just how deep his breaths were becoming. His abs tightening as tugged at the handcuffs keeping him bound to his chair. You had his legs spread wide, his cock out, cool air solidifying the siphon as you watched the beautiful sight.

    "This is cute." He chuckled.  "This pathetic attempt at dominance." He shook his head and you smiled.

   "Is it?" You hummed, slowly dropping the silky red robe draped around your skin. You were laced up in an equally as bright red lingerie, covering some bits, but definitely not all. The sight caused kai to nearly choke on air as he watched the fabric fall to the bedroom floor.

   "Let me out." He cleared his throat.

"Oh no, sweetheart." You shook your head, growing closer to the siphon in obvious heat. "Don't you know what a punishment looks like?" You questioned.

   "That's what this is? A temper tantrum? Over what? What has the little brat so upset tonight?" He spoke, the same condescending tone in his voice he's had all night with you. Unfortunately for him, he had almost gotten on your bad side. Which wouldn't have been pretty for him.

   "You tell me, Parker. You're the king of temper tantrums." You mocked. "What has me so riled up?" You asked, leaning over him, hands resting on the arms rest where his hands were handcuffed to. "I'll give you a hint." You huffed at his eye roll. "She's a redhead." You mocked his breath as he gasped and nodded his head. "Oo- my bad, I meant was. She was a redhead..." you smiled. His mood instantly changed. Body stiffened under you as confusion took over.

  "Was?" He cleared his throat.

"Mhm. Don't you remember?" You asked, now taking advantage of your turn to be condescending. "You texted her to met you at 'your spot' tonight." You explained. "Unfortunately it's a full moon..." Kai closed his eyes for a second, before letting out a deep sigh. "You tried saving her but the wolves were just sooo viscous tonight. They tore her to shreds." You let out a tiny 'hmph' as you shrugged away the thought of the poor innocent redhead that got caught up in the toxic mess that was Y/N Y/L/N and Malachi Parker.

   "petty jealousy." Kai mumbled, maintaining eye contact with you, trying to establish his own dominance, only it wasn't working too well.

   "No, no, no, jealousy implies me feeling threatened and insecure of my place in your life... and bed... mind...etcetera." You ran a finger under his chin. "I personally believe that the term 'extremely territorial' fits best."  You explained.

   "I call it being a crazy jealous bitch." Kai challenged. "But to each there own, I guess."

   "I thought that's why you liked me so much." You tilted your head to the side just a bit.

    "Before you started killing random girls that I've talked to." He explained. "It's kinda weird, especially since we're not even dating." He shook his head and you almost felt a spike of hurt flowing through you.

    You and Kai had been 'messing around' for the past few months. You of course kept it on the dl knowing how you're friends were when it came to your love life. They hated every boyfriend you've been had. But considering every boyfriend you've had ended up being a terrible horrible fucked up person whose to blame them? But Kai? Kai was different. You're crazy and his Crazy complimented each other well. Which is exactly why your friends wanted you no where near the siphon.

   They were less frightened of his rubbing off on you, as to the other way around.

   "Oh wow, that almost hurt my feelings." You spoke sarcastically.

   "Let me out of these handcuffs and we can talk about this, yeah?" He offered, but you didn't seem too intrigued by the deal. "We can fuck this out like every other disagreement we've had." He tried to negotiate, but nothing.

   "Here's the thing, Baby." You hummed, fingers tracing along his defined muscle, and veins popping from his skin. "I don't like sharing. I don't like people touching my stuff. Looking at my stuff. Or talking to my stuff." You tried making this sound a bit more kid friendly. "And I really hate when my stuff looks, and talks back." You made sure to pronounce the 'K', listening as kai swallowed hard.

    As weird as you were being, he should've been trying to comply and escape. But with every inch you grew closer to him the harder he got. He'd never seen this side of you before, but god, had he wished he had. You're beyond gorgeous, intelligent, and crazy? A combination you don't find often.

   "I don't care whether we date or not Kai. As far as I am concerned... we are both, two free single individuals." You nodded, watching his his eyebrows furrowed. "Only... you're not. I don't want you talking to other girls... looking at them... anything that might make it seem like you're interested. I'm the only woman that should be on your mind." 

   "you're insane."

"Yes, I am." You didn't seem too phased by the accusation. "Clinically unwell in the head." You smiled, before it dropped completely. "I'll kill every single bitch that so much as blinks with too much force near you." You deadpanned.

   "I'd like to see you try."

"Don't get me excited, Kai, you know I love a challenge."

   "And what if I decided we're over?"

"How does that saying go?" You asked without even a thought about it. "... if I can't have you..." kai gulped as you're eyes held a mischievous glimmer in them. "No one can."

    Kai swallowed harshly once again, unable to come up with any reply. He was more focused on getting his boner sitting straight on his stomach to go down. This banter sending any thought and blood right to where he needed it the least. He couldn't help it, you were more his type than he realized.

     You noticed the heavy effect you had on the siphon. Your fingers tracing around the base of his cock, noticing the little dribbles of precum he was leaking. It was a light, ghosting touch, but just the sensation had him shivering under your touch. Your lips ghosted over his neck, tongue poking out every so often the leave a soft stripe along the vein showing through his skin.

"Let me go." Kai breathed out. Cock aching for the relief you were denying him. "You win, I'm yours." He was quick to give in, but you weren't that gullible. You knew his game better than he did. And you weren't one known for losing.

You pulled away from the brunet. Body moving gracefully as his eyes glued to everywhere but your face. You had a wonderful plan to show Kai everything he was missing tonight. He was a very... hands on, kind of witch, so having him sit sidelines while you got off without his help would kill him. You were wearing his favorite color, which obviously had an effect on him. You're nipples were poking through the lace. Damp core soaking the thin fabric of the thong paired with the rest of your piece. He watched as you swayed your hips all the way back to the bed.

You bent down slowly, sliding a velvety black box from under your bed. You placed it on top of your duvet, a light smile on your face for what was to come next.

You climbed on the bed, positioning yourself front and center for Kai to have full access to everything about to go down. He watched carefully, cock aching as you slowly pulled off the red lace covering your glossy cunt. You dropped the fabric to the ground, not worried about where it landed. You opened the box. Fingers running over all the scandalous items waiting inside. You took you time decide how you want to please yourself first. You settling on a soft lavender colored dildo. It was a decent size, somewhat around the size of Kai, which he took good note of. His eyebrows furrowed, watching how you handle the object.

"You really prefer to get off on a piece of rubber rather than me?" He asked snarkily, trying to keep himself together.

"Jealous?" You teased. "At least this piece of rubber can actually keep up with me." You commented, watching Kai's face grow red. "But you can you can take this as an excellent opportunity to improve. Keep your mind sharp... and dick hard."

"You're not funny." He mumbled, watching as your legs spread in front of him.

"Yeah?" You hummed.

You're fingers began teasing your clit first. You're breathing was steady, as the pleasure began to build. You were already sensitive from early in the day. The thought of what you had planned for him had been sending butterflies through you all day, and you had no issues getting off the thought of him in his current position. All tied up and a mess while he was forced to watch you.

Kai was a strong witch, and probably one of the smartest you'd met. He could've gotten out of those cuffs and that chair with ease if he wanted to. But he didn't, which meant he only has himself to blame.

"I can make you cum 10 times harder than a fucking toy, y/n." Kai spoke as if it was common knowledge. The confidence in his voice sending chills down your spine, a soft moan slipped past your lips as you spread out your lips with your pointer and middle finger, showcasing your cunt for the captive. His cock was straining for attention, precum dripping down his stomach and balls as there was no one to clean him up.

    He was frustrated in the worst way, watching as you massaged your clit in fast tint circles, moaning and whining as you brought yourself close to the edge multiple time, but never getting too close. He mewled at the sight of you plunging your pretty red painted fingernails into your cunt. Only using to of your own digits to stretch out the whole he was praying he'd get to abuse at some point tonight.

    You weren't even paying attention to his straining, but you felt it. The tense air, his emotion dominating over the dim lights. You were winning. The plan was working.

     As you continued pump your finger in and out of your cunt your other hand took over the toy you had smartly picked out. The soft lavender colored dildo waiting patiently for its use. You brought the tip of the toy up to your mouth, moaning around the silicone. You allowed your spit to coat the exterior of the toy, shivering with anticipation.

    "A fake dick isn't what you're craving, just let me go, and I can give it to you." It was more of a plead than him trying to get himself out of trouble. He was becoming desperate. Good.

     You removed you're fingers, sitting up from you spot on the bed. Eyes connecting with his as you slid off slowly. Dildo still in hands and your sticky juices still covering you fingers. You slowly approached the chair. His legs still wide and coco still achingly hard.

    "Your right, baby," you cooed, setting the dildo right in front of him. It was set side by side with his own cock, the bottom of the toy suctioning to the small space of chair available. "I might need your help." You hummed seductively. You climbed onto the siphon lap, sure to avoid both the dildo and Kai cock just for now. He watched you with dark lustful eyes, even a bit of anger and humiliation mixed in with that. "Now be a good boy and open your mouth." You gripped his chin, forcing his mouth open as he watched you carefully. You inserted your arousal coated fingers into his mouth, making sure to really cost his tongue in your juices. "Go ahead and suck me off, baby." You whispered. And for some reason, beyond his own belief, he obliged.

   His lips closed around your fingers, tongue swirls around each digit, sucking off your juices. Something once so erotic that usually had you a mess and ready to cum in seconds now felt... humiliating... in a exhilarating kind of way for him. He relished the taste on his tongue as you slowly pulled your fingers from his tongue.

    "Perfect." You moaned, taking your wet fingers, reaching between you and Kai's body for the dildo. Massaged the silicone as if it were real, watching Kai and his jaw clench at the motion of your hands scraping against his own cock.  You knew what you were doing, you knew how crazy you were making him. And you were enjoying every second of it. You lined yourself up with the thick toy, feeling the hard purple tip pressing into your cunt. "Fuck it's so good." You whined, slowly lowering yourself on the toy.

   Kai just continued to glare at you as you slowly moved your hips on the toy. Arms around his neck for balance. He wasn't going to last much longer, but you knew that. You knew what you were doing.

    "Is this your plan?" He spoke, not realizing that with every word he was just egging you on. "Fuck yourself, pretending it's me. That's pathetic." He spat and you nodded.

    "Mhm, is that why you're so hard right now?" You asked, picking up the pace with you're movements. "Or are you fantasizing about me bouncing on your dick instead of a dildo?" You smirked, watching his obviously unpleased reaction. "Next time you decide to flirt with some random bitch to Piss me off, sweetheart, make sure she can get you as hard as I can." There was a bullet of sweat beginning to form on Kai's forehead. He was going to cum. Why? God, was that even a question? He didn't even think he was into this kind of stuff... not before you.. before this. He was usually the one tying stuff, not being tied.  "You looked like you're going to explode, baby, I bet you fucking like this huh?" You lifted yourself only drop down again of the silicone dick, moaning loudly as you felt your knees becoming weaker. You bent his head down to watch the scene ahead of him. And he did without hesitation or complaining. He watched as your beautiful cunt bounce in the toy. He noticed the way you trembled as you fucked yourself in front of him. "Oh fuck" you moan, releasing your grip on him, bringing your fingers down to your clit rubbing fast circles as your other hand keep you steady by resting on his shoulders. Kai let out a low guttural moan as he watched your face contort in ways he knew all too well.

    You were close, sensitive sex aching to cum, but before you even got the chance you gasped at the throaty moan that escaped the siphons lips. You didn't stop, as you felt the warm spurts, landing against your stomach. You smiled looking down, moving quickening in pace as he made a mess of himself and you. Cum dripping down his bare abdomen and cock as he release the insane pressure built up inside of him. You followed suit soon after, body twitching as you came on the toy.  Your juices dripping down the silicone as you slid all the way off, popping the toy off the chair and bringing it to your lips.

   Kai looked defeated and worn, as if he's been through the most horrific battle. Eyes burning into your as kitten licked the tip of the toy.

   "That was probably the best nonnsex I'd ever had." You teased, to which you received no response. You took the toy, swiping up one of the strings of cum dripping down your body thanks to him. He watched as you sucked off the white substance with ease, moaning as you did so as if that brought you the most pleasure. "I barely even touched you and you made such a mess, for mommy." You teased again, making his cock twitch at the name. "The night is just getting started and you already look like you want me dead." You bit your lip, tracing the toy down his abdomen, collecting even more of his cum as he shivered against the touch.

    "The second I get out of these," he started which made you smile.

   "What? You're going to make me pay?" You giggled, a condescending tone in your voice. "Your my bitch tonight, Parker. And I am going to have so much fun."

#wattpad #kai parker smut #vampire diaries #the cw legacies #damon salvatore #malachi parker #stefan salvatore #tvd smut #tvd imagine #tvd fandom

[queentheweeb]

Eijiro Kirishima X Autistic Male Reader

A/N: Your quirk is dinomorph meaning you turn into carnivorous dinosaurs such as a T-rex, Spinosaurus, etc.

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Your dad is the well-known hero Godzillo but, when you were born you didn't look anything like him or even like your mother. Well, as far as a quirk went your mom told you that you didn't look like either of them. They believed that you were born quirkless. They took you to doctors and found out you had Autism so that took their attention away from your supposed lack of quirk. It was like this for five years with your mom taking you to different doctors and appointments for speech therapy, programs, special schooling the whole thing. You remember being friends with other kids who thought like you. Those who didn't like touch didn't like their things touched, and they didn't understand certain things that adults told them to do. One day a janitor grabbed the tape recorder that you liked to rewind to listen to the sound and threw it out. You were so angry and you didn't realize that you had changed. You turned into some weird creature. The other students were both scared and intrigued. That was a crazy day that day. Both of your parents were called and they had to explain what happened and that's when you went to the doctor. You were determined to have a quirk! You had a combination of your mom's and dad's quirk. Since your dad was basically a carnivorous dinosaur and your mom's quirk was transformation you got a combination of both. You can transform into any kind of carnivorous dinosaur! It was so cool 

"Dad that's so cool! I can turn into a big, strong, and cool dinosaur like you! All because of mom's quirk!" You were excited and did extensive research about quirks. Quirks always fascinated you so you would do as much research as possible about them and would write them down in books. 

"I think you would make a better hero than me." You laughed hugging him as close and tightly as you could. He hugged you back since you hardly hugged but when you did you always wanted to be hugged back. You started talking about everything you found out. He never minded when you talked. Neither did your mom

"Do you want to tell me what you found out too?" You nodded your head at her gesturing for her to come. All three of you sat down on the couch as you grabbed your books and showed them what you did. "This is amazing sweetheart."

That was the beginning of your collection of notes. Every time you found out something new and different about quirks and other heroes you would write it down. You went to Aldera middle school where you met a quirkless bullied kid named Izuku. He didn't have any friends and this scary kid with a cool and strong quirk named Katsuki was the main one bullying him. Izuku liked to write in his books and mumble a lot. You decided to be his friend and after a while, the two of you bonded over the notes and books you guys had. The two of you remained friends and got even closer even after you accidentally found out about him and All Might. Izuku told you everything and made you swear not to tell anyone. You took friendships seriously so your lips were sealed. The two of you applied for U.A along with Katsuki who wasn't happy about it but, he couldn't do anything about it. The two of you took the practical exam where you saw a cool boy with black hair and red eyes use a hardening quirk to cut down the robots left and right. He was so strong. Fast forward to the first day of classes and you looked for Izuku and the kid with the hardening quirk. You saw him but, he was different. he had dyed his hair red.

"E-excuse me, hello?" The boy turned to you with a toothy grin and waved

"Hey! My name is Ejirou Kirishima! What's your name?" You were nervous, you didn't plan this far ahead and you didn't want to mess up 

"U-Um, my n-name is Y-Y/N L-L/N. I remember seeing you at the exam. Y-you had black h-hair but the red is nice now! It fits!" You were quick to reassure him not wanting to mess up "Your q-quirk is so c-cool. You were beating r-robots left and r-right! Can we be f-friends?" Your dad always taught you to be straightforward. Hopefully, it didn't backfire like it always did. Well besides Izuku. Ejirou stared at you and just as you were about to walk away because you thought you messed up he stood up quickly causing you to flinch in surprise. 

"Of course, we can be friends! You're so manly already! I remember you from the exam too! You turned into a cool dinosaur and were knocking down the robots too! You're the one with the cool quirk!" You smiled as the two of you talked for a bit before you went back to Izuku to talk to him. 

That was the beginning of a beautiful friendship turned crush. You didn't mean to get a crush on him but, you did. He was so nice and genuine. He was very good at reassurance and knew how to read people. You didn't like how he was friends with Katsuki but, Katsuki tolerated him. You didn't like that. You knew he only respected everyone because they had quirks, quirkless people were less than dirt to him. That needed to change if he wanted to be a good hero. Enough about him, Ejiro managed to befriend the behemoth which somehow solidified that he was the one for you. You knew he was gay but, you weren't sure if you were his type. 

"Izuku-kun?" Izuku turned to you gesturing you had his attention "Do you think I am Ejiro's type?" He blinked turning to look at Kirishima ignoring the way Bakugo glared at him before turning back to you 

"You are literally everything he likes. Trust me when I say he can't stand to be with Katsuki like that. He's a good friend but, boyfriend-wise? He will kill him." The two of you laughed. That was a joke you understand but, there were a lot of other sayings you didn't understand. It's okay though. Your friends and Ejirou didn't mind. 

"So should I tell him and hope for the best?" Izuku hummed before nodding his head 

"of course. Even if by some stupid idiotic chance he does not like you back he will be nice about it and me and you can watch your favorite documentaries and eat your favorite ice cream. Is that a deal?" You thought about it before nodding your head. Satisfied the two of you paid attention to the rest of the class until it was lunchtime. You made it to the cafeteria and you were nervous. You had lunch so you sat down at the table with the dekusquad looking over waiting for Kirishima. When you saw him you decided to talk to him. You made it over to him and tapped him on his shoulder. 

"Yeah Y/N-kun?" You told him to use your first name.

"Can I talk to you for a minute? I promise to be quick." He nodded his head getting up and moving over to a secluded area in the lunchroom. 

"What's on your mind Y/N? You can tell me anything" He was very close to your personal space and you didn't mind it 

"U-um, I was wondering, if, um. I know you, like guys, uh." This was hard "D-do you want to go out? Um, uh, like boyfriends? I want to be your b-boyfriend-" You were cut off by him pulling you in for a bruising hug.

"You're so cute! I thought I was going to have to ask but, I'm so glad you did! I would love to be your boyfriend! I'm so happy!" He hugged you some more before letting go knowing how you are about your space.

"Can we start off slow?" You were excited but, you needed time not wanting to mess up. He grinned all teeth on display.

"Of course! You're worth everything!" 

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What do you think?

#anime #manga #fanfic #bnha #mha #fanfiction #quotev #quirks #fluff #x reader #kirishima fluff #bnha eijiro kirishima #kirishima x you #kirishima x male reader #autistic reader #Kirishima X Autistic reader #kirishima x y/n

[ruppcake]

Ouhhhh I loved your ficlet…. May I request a part 2? It’s ok if not

Bob Velseb x Small! Reader pt 2

{i added my spooky month persona Rylynn. i will be making a post about them later}

Note: (y/nn) = your nickname, (y/n) = your name, (y/f/d) = your favorite drink

🛑TW🛑: bl00d, d3@d b0di3s, some cursing, bob being a c@nnib@l. if you can’t handle that stuff please don’t not read. i don’t want anyone to be uncomfortable or triggered.

{your pov}

You started walking back towards the road that led to the woods. The encounter you had with the red devil guy was a little interesting. Not sure if you should say it was good or bad. It was just…interesting. The cool breeze felt nice on your face as you walked down the street. The only thing on your mind was Bob and how he didn’t seem like how people have described him. When you heard about him for the first time, you thought he would be more intimidating and very brutal towards others. Not an ounce of kindness or anything like it but actually meeting him changed how you thought of him. Change your perspective on a few other things as well. You shook your head as you got to the steps of your house reaching for your keys. Unlocking the door, you enter into your house, closing it behind you before going further into the cozy cabin before flipping a light switch on. You look around seeing everything was still as it was when you left and decide to go to the kitchen to make yourself a warm drink.

{Bob’s pov}

His latest victim dropped to the ground with a thud after stabbing them in the back a few times. It was his fourth one that night. He looked at the knife as the blood from it was dripping to his feet. He licked it while chuckling to himself. Bob put his weapon away and went to pick up the body then heard a sound coming from behind him. He turned to see a tall figure standing in the shadows before it moved closer to Bob. Once the tall figure got into the light, Bob saw it was just his friend, Frank. He sighed glaring at Frank for startling him. “Dammit Frank! Don’t be scaring me like that!” Bob said, putting his hands on his knees to calm himself before picking up the body on the ground. The tall man chuckled at the red devil man’s reaction. “Sorry Bob. Thought you knew it was me since you were expecting me to show sooner or later.” Frank looked behind him at his van that was full of Bob’s other victims. “Especially since I’ve been carrying these bodies for you.” Bob walked over to the van putting the body in. “Well you did owe me a favor since I’ve helped you in the past. Remember?” Frank sighed in annoyance at Bob bringing that up. “I thought we agreed we would never bring that up again…” Bob chuckled, closing the door before turning around to face Frank again. “Let's just get this back to your house so I can clean my van from all the blood.” Frank went around the van to get in the driver’s seat while Bob got in the passenger’s seat. Frank started the car and drove off. The van was completely silent as they traveled along the road throughout the town. Bob looked out the window every now and then looking at all the buildings they were driving past.

Frank looked over at him clearing his throat before speaking. “So uh did you hear about that new killer? I believe they are called (y/nn)? I heard they have never been caught by the police yet.” Bob was taken out of his thoughts when he heard your nickname and that got him thinking about you now. He started thinking about what you said to him before you walked away. He thought about going to see you but he was not sure when to do so. While he was thinking about you, Frank was trying to get his attention. “Hey bob? You alright man?” Bob got shaken out of his thoughts looking at the man who was driving and trying to register what he said. Before he could answer, sirens were blasting from behind them making both men turn around to see the police on their trail. Frank steps on the gas speeding down the street cursing to himself. Bob held onto the dashboard and door of the van scared shitless of how fast the taller man was driving. They raced through the town leading into the woods finding a place to hide the van from the cops. Frank parked the van behind some trees and shrubs, turning the car off waiting for the police to get off their trail before they could continue with where they were originally going. The cop car drove past continuing down the street. Frank chuckled to himself seeing the cops driving away. Bob was still in the van trying to catch his breath from what just occurred. He got out of the van still breathing heavily putting his hands on his knees. Frank opens the sliding door of the vehicle getting ready to unload it. Bob comes around on the other side and glares at Frank. “You doing alright, old man?”

The shorter man elbowed the taller one chuckling a bit. “Yea yea I’m alright, ya jackass.” Frank smirked, grabbing some of the bodies out. “We should probably get going before the cops come back.” Bob nodded before grabbing the rest of the bodies and heading towards his home. Frank followed behind him. “So going back to our conversation before we got chased, have you heard about that new killer at all?” Bob looked at him and sighed. “I actually got to meet them earlier today before I went on my killing spree. I thought they were just a normal person. They were going to be my first victim of the evening until they caught me before I could strike at them. It caught me off guard. We talked for a bit afterwards and I’m planning on seeing them again. They seem interesting.” Frank looked at him smirking away. “Heh yea. I’ve seen them before too but I never got to really talk to them. It was when they were out killing. I only got a glimpse of them before they disappeared.” Bob nodded after hearing what Frank said. “They live around here as well. When I was heading back to the house, I saw them walking to town by themselves.” Frank hummed in response. Both men got to the house unlocking and entering the place.

{your pov}

You were sitting on the couch in the living room with (y/f/d) taking in the silence of the house. You enjoyed listening to the silence but you also like to have company but silence seemed a bit more nicer to you. Usually your roommate would come join you but they had something to do for a friend. Sighing you put your cup down on the coffee table and slouched on the couch staring up at the ceiling. Your mind started to slip back into the thoughts you were having earlier about your encounter with Bob. You were dragged out of your thoughts when you heard the front door unlock and someone entered into the house. Looking towards the door, you see that it was just your roommate, Rylynn, finally back home. “Well look who finally came home. Welcome back, Rylynn.” They looked at you giving a tired smile. “Yea sorry. Took longer than I thought. Did you go out at all while I was gone?” You nodded, taking a sip of your drink. Rylynn took their shoes and jacket off, putting them by the door. “Yea I went out for a bit but decided against walking in the woods for tonight since there’s a bunch of criminals on the loose. I walked around town, talked to a person or two, then went back home.” They nodded, walking over to the couch and standing next to you. “Yea I would have been home earlier but my friend got a little paranoid about a lot of dangerous people being on the loose lately so I had to stay with her for a bit until her partner showed up then I came home.” You looked at your roommate studying them a bit. “No one tried to hurt you, right?” Rylynn shook their head and grabbed your shoulder. “I didn’t get into any danger while coming home. I promise I’m alright.” They rubbed their eyes a bit yawning while doing so. “We should probably get sleep since you still have to look for a new job and I have work tomorrow.” Rylynn nodded as you got up, putting your cup in the kitchen before you both headed upstairs for bed.

{Bob’s pov}

Bob was in the kitchen cutting up the ‘meat’ he just got for himself before stashing it away for later. Frank sat in the living room with the tv on. He had the news on listening in on what had been going on and if the police were on their trails. Bob would glance over every once in a while. “Ya got a place to stay tonight, Frank?” Frank got pulled out of his thoughts and looked over. “Was probably going to stay in my van. Why?” Bob ceased what he was doing before lowering the cleaver looking at Frank. “Frank, ya don’t need to stay in your van. There’s a guest bedroom you can stay in. It’s the least I can do since you are family after all.” Frank sighed getting up from the couch then fully faced Bob. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to stay for a night or two. Thanks Bob, ya weird bastard cousin of mine.” Bob chuckled a bit before shaking his head. “Yea yea! You're welcome, ya asshole.” Frank smirked, stretching a bit while yawning. “Well I should probably shower then head to bed. I’ll see ya in the morning then. Night Bob.” “Night Frank.” Bob said before going back to doing what he was doing previously. Frank went upstairs for the night. Bob was left alone. With only his thoughts, the sound of the news on tv still going, and the clear cutting into ‘meat’. His mind went back to when he first met you and how you said you wouldn’t mind seeing him. Bob smiled to himself before saying to himself in his mind ‘I might try to go and see (y/n) tomorrow afternoon or evening.’ He finished up the work he had to do before heading upstairs for a shower as well then headed off to bed for the night.

sorry this took me a while to send. life has been crazy. thank you for the request and i hope you liked it! ☺️🫂

#bob velseb x y/n #bob velseb spooky month #bob velseb #bob velseb x reader #spooky month bob #spooky month #bob spooky month #spooky month bob velseb

[iluvzuko]

Golden

“Golden”

→ Fem!reader, firebender x firebender, friends to lovers. 

Warning: All of the characters in this story are +18yo; it turned out softer than I expected.   Summary: Y/n L/n, the bodyguard of the new Fire Lord: Zuko. But she was not just that, actually, their relationship went back so many years in the past that it’s almost impossible to figure out where it started, well… not actually, Y/n remembers everything, and when the Fire Lord gets too close it gets impossible not to show her feelings. 

You were in the royal garden, sitting by the turtleduck fountain, so lost in your own thoughts that you didn't even hear Zuko’s footsteps getting closer. 

“Y/n, I need you to come with me to an important meeting, my advisors said that it was too dangerous to go alone and forced me to come here and tell you to come with me”, he said in an annoyed tone. 

Even if you had been his bodyguard for a while now he still hasn't made up his mind on the idea of you being there to protect him… he thought that it should be the other way around honestly. 

“It's for your own good, Zu- I mean… Fire Lord, sir” you said while making a reverence. It might be too formal, but Zuko needed to keep a certain image to the public, as the new firelord. 

He looks at you with a confused expression on his face. “What are you doing here anyway?” Realizing that you were at the garden and not training as u usually did. 

“I was practicing my firebending” (liar) you said while trying not to make eye contact with him. 

“Right.. Here… all by yourself… in your casual clothes” he said with an amused smile and one eyebrow raised. 

You looked down at your own clothing and mentally slapped yourself on the face, what an absurd excuse, think Y/n, think. 

Seeing that you were getting nervous, Zuko talked first, breaking the silence. “I think I know why you are here…” he said with a teasing tone in his voice. 

“You do?” oh spirits… “A-and what is your theory?” you said while trying to keep your cool. 

“Of course I know… you obviously like me,” he said in a mocking tone. 

You were blushing from your head to your toes, how does he know? Why? Did Katara tell him?...  Zuko watched as you turned red and got nervous. He was joking when he said that, you never gave any signs of liking him in that way, right?. He couldn’t help but to use this moment to be a little tease. “Oh, so you do like me…” 

You were about to jump into the fountain and drown in embarrassment. 

“Don’t worry” he said in a mocking tone, “I’m used to it by now… you know, ladies line up when they see me, but don’t worry, I’ll protect you from them” he winks at you and you couldn’t help but laugh at his statement, “Protect me? Have you forgotten that I was your bodyguard even when we were younger? I used to protect you before you learned how to properly firebend, and I’m better than you anyway” you said teasingly. 

Zuko gets closer to you and chuckles “Hey! Just because I was a terrible firebender when I was younger, that doesn’t mean I’m not better now… besides, I think I might be better than you even, you know… dragons and all” he said with pride. 

“Better than me now, huh? Well… there is just one way to find out” you said while looking at him in a teasing tone “But I wouldn’t want to hurt you, you’re just so handsome I couldn’t concentrate”. 

Zuko’s face goes red, now it’s your turn to laugh, “C’mon Zuko,don’t be so humble now, you have all the fire nation girls wrapped around your finger” you said teasingly. It’s nice to have such a good friend around, you loved talking and joking with Zuko, even when you knew he would never look at you as anything more than a friend. 

Zuko chuckles nervously while still blushing and says “Well, yeah, I admit I have my fair share of fans, I think my scar makes me more interesting”, he looks away from you and looks at the water of the fountain, “You… Do you have any interest in someone?”. 

You were a little bit taken aback by the question but answered him anyway, “Me?.. well, I have a little crush on some firebender… but I don’t think he would like me back”. 

Zuko looks over at you kind of disappointed “I- I see… where did you two meet? Do I know him?”, you couldn’t help but laugh at how oblivious he was, “Well, he has a scar on his face, a pair of beautiful golden eyes that makes my knees go weak… his name starts with a -Z-… and ends with -uko-” 

Zuko pauses for a moment, before his eyes go wide and he starts to laugh when the realization hits him “You mean me, right?” he asked nervous of your answer “No one else I know has a scar on their face” 

You blushed a little bit “Took you long enough to figure it out… and also I don’t know any other person with a scar on their face… or any other handsome man whatsoever, at least not THAT handsome” you said while looking directly into his eyes. 

Zuko pulls you into a close embrace and you feel like your heart could get out of your ribcage at any moment if you don’t hold onto it strong enough. 

“Zuko.. Now that you know my feelings I don’t think I can be a good friend for you… I want something more… a-and if you don’t want that it's fine.. I mean… you don’t have to like me back.. And-” you just started rambling and stuttering, unsure as to whether you did good on confessing your feelings or not. 

Zuko takes your hand and lifts your chin up to make you look at him. You stopped talking because of the impression of being so close to him. Then he says with a soft tone “Y/n stop… I don’t really know how I feel about you like that, at least not yet… you caught me out of guard… we are friends since kids, you’ve known me forever, you were there when my father did this to me, every time Azula made fun of me you always stood up for me, even when you ended up with some bruises…you consoled me when Mai and I didn’t worked out… I just… I’m confused” he looks down at your hurted expression, even when you tried your best to keep your calm, “Can we try it? You know… being the prince and now Fire Lord I’ve never dated like a normal person… Can we do that? Go grab some tea, walk around the garden together.. I don’t want to hurt you, I really enjoy my time with you, I want to do things right, court you as you deserve ” he said all of that with such a loving expression on his face, you couldn’t even talk anymore, you were lost in those beautiful golden eyes, and even if you had to wait it doesn’t matter, you’ve waited all these years already. 

(Continue?) 

*Sorry if it turned out not that good, I’m trying my best and don’t have many experience writing :c

#atla zuko #atla #avatar the last airbender #prince zuko #reader insert #zuko x reader #firebender #fire lord zuko #fire nation

[blot-squisher]

🤣🤣 I have to ask since I saw the latest post. SFW for Leon please.

SFW Alphabet Ask Meme for Surviving the Game Leon Kennedy

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) Not the greatest at communicating how he feels verbally, Leon shows his affection best by trying to protect the people around him.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) Leon has learned not to trust people quickly, but he'll give you time to show him you're not going to stab him in the back. Once he does start warming up to you, he'll do his best to be there if you need him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) Yes, but only when the two of you are alone. Being in or putting others in a vulnerable position isn't easy for Leon to do, but if you're in a place where he feels safe, he'll gladly curl up with you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) Settling down, starting a family, living the dream... Unfortunately that's all it can ever be. A dream. But it's a nice one. Leon can cook... well enough. It's mostly 'bachelor food' though. At least he makes up for it by keeping a tidy house.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) He'd be so so so fucking awkward about it. He'd try to come across as direct and confident (without sounding like a jerk) but he'd get so nervous it would end up being kind of funny, really.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Commitment of that level takes time, but he's willing to put it in if you are. Marriage is iffy. He doesn't want to risk making his partner an even bigger target, but if he loves you that much he's going to do his best to protect you anyway.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) Leon can be very gentle when the occasion calls for it. He may have been trained to kill without mercy, but he still remembers his original goal of protecting and helping people. Emotionally, he can be a bit thick. He's not trying to be mean, he's just bad at this...

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) He's certainly not adverse to being hugged, but he's not about to get all touchy-feely with someone he barely knows. His hugs are usually firm and warm, offering a sense of security and safety to whoever's in his arms.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) Even when he starts to feel it, he's going to wait to say it. He wants to keep you safe and he's afraid that the moment he makes it too real, something terrible will happen.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) He's not a terribly jealous person, but when he does start to feel jealous he gets awfully passive aggressive about it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss their partner? Where do they like to be kissed?) It all depends on the person he's with, really. He prefers to take the lead, but he can be persuaded otherwise. He's a little old school, so romantic kisses on the mouth are always a win.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) He tries to be the cool uncle, but he just comes across as a massive dork. Kids seem to pick up on this and will do everything they can to push his buttons until he's itching to lock them all in a closet and call it a day.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Sleepy. He'll fight his alarm to the bitter end and usually end up late to whatever he's supposed to be doing. But hey, at least he gets a few more minutes to cuddle with his partner.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) This is where he tends to get most busy. The hustle and bustle have calmed down and he's got time to focus. Good luck prying him off the computer or away from whatever paperwork he's got in front of him.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) Leon is actually pretty open about his past, at least in part. There are certain things he feels he still can't talk about. Not because it hurts or scares him, but because he doesn't want to share information that could make someone else a target.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) It really depends on the subject. He can get frustrated pretty easily, or at least exasperated, but it takes something pretty serious to make him legitimately angry.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about their partner? Do they remember every little detail they mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) As a former cop and a long time special agent, it's hardwired into him to remember the little things. Even the smallest detail can be the difference between success and failure.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in their relationship?) Seeing his partner safe and happy. Knowing they're okay is what's really important to him.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect their partner? How would they like to be protected?) Leon has weapons hidden all over the house. Under the sinks, the couches, the bookshelves. If there's any threat, he will be ready for it. He doesn't expect you to protect him, but having a partner who can watch his back is always a great relief.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) He's not going to go overboard, but try to do something he knows you'll like. He does get busy and things tend to get pushed out to the last minute, but he'll still try and do something special.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) He can get a bit obsessed with his work. Figuring out who did what, what their plan is, how to stop him. It's gotten him into plenty of trouble in the past, and probably will again in the future.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) He claims he's not but check his bathroom. Guy's got enough hair care products to give the Trickster a run for his money.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without their partner?) Leon feels every loss, but to lose someone that special would send him into a bad spiral for months.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) He actually really likes playing pranks on people. Nothing harmful or hurtful, but more than once he's been overheard giggling, 'Confuse, don't abuse,' while putting someone's personal belongings in jello. Dwight hates it.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) Leon has been betrayed before. Just be honest with him and don't hide things behind his back even if you think he'll be upset. He'd rather you tell him directly than find out later.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?) He fights sleep on a nightly basis, only to fight waking up in the morning. It's a cycle he will never break.

#sfw alphabet #surviving the game fic #leon kennedy #ask game

[btr-rewatch]

Big Time Rush Season 1, Episode 1: “Big Time Audition” PART 3

Links to parts ONE and TWO

Highlights: Kendall infuriates Gustavo with his amazing ability to Not Care, Mrs. Knight becomes a single mother raising FIVE children, and I reminisce about 2010-era BTR fanfiction.

Right in the middle of a delightful group performance of the "Giant Turd" song, the doorbell rings, and it's Gustavo and Kelly! Sadly, he's not there for James but for Kendall.

Gustavo points out three things that Kendall has: a gift, the "fire," and anger management issues. Gustavo mentions that he also has been told he has anger management issues, which leads me to assume that it's a trait he immediately liked about Kendall. I recall enough of the show to know that Gustavo and Kendall butt heads frequently throughout the episodes and also that there was a very clear favoring of Kendall. I mean, Gustavo loves each of his dogs, but I'm not off the mark in saying that Gustavo and Kendall end up having a father-and-son sort of relationship, right?

Anyway, Kendall is super unimpressed by everything Gustavo and Kelly say, and denies that he sings, to which Katie immediately lets him know that he sings all the time. While he's shoveling, at the dinner table, in the car, when Katie can't sleep.

When Gustavo asks if Kendall wants to go to LA and be famous, Kendall replies with a big fat, "No." This guy could not be more disinterested by this music producer basically offering him fame and fortune on a silver platter. I love Kendall. He's not enticed in the slightest. Also, I had to gif the moment where Carlos bursts out laughing and James shoots him that look.

Poor Carlos. He's loving this! Having the time of his life! Let him laugh hysterically at the absurdity of the whole conversation that's just unfolded. Who cares if he can't read the room?

The next day, the guys are hanging out in the parking lot of Kendall's job. They're having a grand ol' time damaging cars and also causing innocent shoppers bodily harm by ramming into them with shopping carts.

Look at this poor man. Bowled over in the grocery store parking lot by four teenage menaces.

The guys all think Kendall is an idiot and want him to call Gustavo back.

I need to sidetrack real quickly here because this scene reminded me of the original pilot that I recall being passed around on tumblr way back when—the one with that other guy in Kendall's role. I can't remember his name. They weren't hockey players yet either; they were skateboarders?? Very weird feel to it. Alternate timeline Big Time Rush that only made me appreciate even more what Kendall brought to the group. I don't think the show would have worked without him.

Skipping ahead a little bit, Kendall calls Gustavo and remains masterfully stoic as he manipulates his way into a deal in which he's allowed to bring James, Carlos, and Logan along to L.A. A very interesting tactic considering the fact that this spur of the moment—and very significant—decision leaves no room to consult the other boys' parents. I can only imagine that Kendall has such sway and control over everyone and everything that all he had to do later that afternoon was let the other parents know, "Hey, I'm taking your son to L.A. for three months so we can be famous," and they just had no choice but to say okay.

I mean, what are they gonna do, say no to Kendall Knight? I think that's illegal.

Seriously, though, these parents all just release their children into Mrs. Knight's care and let them go halfway across the country that easily? Most parents would be really not cool with that arrangement. Speaking of, I know we eventually meet the moms (and James and Carlos's dad at different points) but like. What is the deal with their families? Do any of them have siblings? Logan's dad is never mentioned I don't think; can we assume his isn't in the picture either? Does anyone who used to read the fanfics back in 2010-ish remember the prevalent trend of giving Logan a horrible home life?? It must've been prior to Big Time Moms, because I definitely remember a lot of fics where Logan's mom was dead, and he was being raised by a father who was negligent at best and abusive at worst. People put Logan through the RINGER back in the day. He was always being tormented or given brain damage or was dying of some terrible illness or something.

Okay. Focus. The guys go to L.A. and have an adorable montage in the limo.

I'm particularly fond of the Kendall and James high five/fist bump moment.

Then, finally, we're at the Palm Woods! The guys waste no time in getting to the pool, where they meet some of the Palm Woods locals and Kendall delivers his third (?) motivational speech of the episode. This kid must be exhausted having to churn out these talks and keep his buddies in line.

I wonder how many pep-talks Kendall gives over the course of the entire series. A billion, probably.

First instance of James doing "the face"!

Griffin (love that guy! He's an absolutely bonkers, ridiculous man) drops the news to Gustavo that he has just THREE DAYS to turn the guys into a band. Upon arriving for the first time at Rocque Records, a stressed Gustavo meets them in the hallway. Shout out to the moment where he rips Carlos's helmet off his head, and Carlos reacts as if his very life force has been taken from him.

Also shout out to our other glimpse of Original Kendall, as he tells Gustavo to "bring it" while standing mere inches away from his face and staring him down with this completely cool, collected, and intimidating expression.

Yeah, it's broken a second later with a funny line, but come on. This is another one of those looks at this first episode version of Kendall that I so wish we could have had more of in the series. He's not afraid of ANYTHING. This is a Kendall that makes you wonder, "What is this guy's deal??" He'll take Gustavo into a back alley and fistfight him if he feels it's necessary. Don't mess with the tall kid with the eyebrows, or you'll never be heard from again.

The guys go through a grueling round of boyband boot camp, which goes about as well as you can expect. And I'll go ahead and wrap this thing up for now. Only fifteen minutes left in the episode, so I should be able to finally finish this in the next post! Thanks again to those who are keeping up with these :)

#big time rush #btr #btr rewatch #btr season 1 #kendall knight #carlos garcia #james diamond #logan mitchell