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villainology · 8 months

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i feel like a kid running around with their drawing to show everyone else in the room bc i've already told like 2 other blogs about this scenario i had while i was trying to sleep but can you IMAGINE being a family friend of the sawyers? maybe your grandparents knew theirs before times were tough and cannibalism became their means of survival, and your family's died off and left you the little farmhouse and patch of land a few miles outside of the sawyers' boundaries. drayton's clarified you're off-limits (through some honorary family-friend ideals, or as not to upset grandpa 'cause your folks were always kind to them) and you're none the wiser to their true savagery they get up to (you can hear a scream once or twice, when you drive your dad's old beat up truck near their land sometimes, but you always think they've got really rowdy and funny sounding goats). but you've inherited your family's farmhouse and poor little you just doesn't know anything about farming and fixing up the house! no matter how hard you try, nothing grows, so one uneventful day you drop off some seeds as a gift for drayton since, well, they're not getting any use with you, and you mention a problem that needs fixing. maybe it's a rusty shed door you can't get open, or a busted roof. either way, drayton's always liked to keep up apparances and you haven't had a chance to meet the new additions of the family, so drayton sends johnny back with you (after giving him thorough lecturing about how no, you are NOT a potential victim, you're just a little oblivious, and plus johnny's the most... convincingly normal one out of all of them, arguably) to fix something up for you as thanks for the seeds. so now there's a sweaty, attractive, pretty charming (and maybe a little subtly condescending) guy fixing up something because you hadn't the slightest clue how to fix it, so you might as well make him some lemonade or tea and thank him! and, well, johnny might think you're amusing. pretty sweet, pretty cute, pretty *airheaded*. drayton said you were off-limits for anything violent, of course, but that didn't mean he couldn't test any other limits, right?

aaaah~ no bc wait I think you’re onto something here!! you got me thinking so many filthy thots rn, so I made a lil drabble, hope that’s okay w you? 😭❤️ sjdbdjdndnfnf I hope it’s written okay, I wrote this half asleep in bed but I couldn’t stop thinking abt it!

warnings — slight dub-con, light smut, Johnny being Johnny!

“Here you go, Mr Johnny,” you smiled up the ladder toward him as you walked out with two glasses of lemonade in hand, “where’d ya want it?”

“Just set it down on the table there.” His voice was stern, a tad hint of annoyance laced into it, not that you noticed.

Johnny stood at the top of the ladder, nail in mouth as he hammered another into roof of your porch, closing off the gap which would hopefully stop the rattling noise anytime there was a gust of wind. He slipped the hammer and last few nails into his work belt before looking down at you stood below him, so innocently sipping through the curly straw in your lemonade glass.

The Texan heat wasn’t good for much, but the way it made a light coat of sweat glisten on your body as the sun began to set was enough to make him appreciate the summer weather. Your denim shorts just a little too high up and your white vest top just a little too low, but from where he was stood he got to have the perfect angle down your shirt, and you were none the wiser.

Johnny carefully came down the ladder before picking his glass up off the table, his eyes never once leaving your body. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself, you really were oblivious, so innocent and air-headed that he wondered how you survived off by yourself all these years before coming back to the farmlands.

The way Drayton sent him out here with you alone, like sending a lamb off to the slaughter — an adorable, pretty little lamb making lemonade for a starving lion. Johnny wondered to himself what you’d think if you found out what they were really like, just how savage and dangerous they were, would you run scared from him, give him chase to hunt you down on acres of land?

“Sorry about you having to come out here, I’ve clearly got a lot to learn about all this type of stuff, huh?” You laughed as you gestured toward the house and the land surrounding it.

Johnny was snapped from his thoughts, a fake little smile crossing his face as he nodded, “don’t sweat it, darlin’, friends helping out friends, ain’t that right?”

He knew that Drayton said you weren’t to be a victim, that you weren’t some prey to be chased and hunted down, butchered just for the hell of it, but what about anything else? After all, this was Drayton’s way of saying thanks to you, but what did Johnny get out of this? Where was his thank you for fixing up your roof free of charge? If you weren’t going to be Johnny’s victim then he’d sure as hell find away for you to give him thanks.

“Say,” he placed his half empty glass down on the table beside him, “you moved back up here all alone, not got a boyfriend following you here?”

“Oh, heh, no. Haven’t had one of those in a long while, Mr Johnny.”

“Huh, well that’s just peachy, darlin’.”

He walked from the table and closer to you, his hand stroking up and down your arm as he worked his way behind you, his warm body pressing up against yours as he leaned down to your ear, “how about a thank you for all my hard work, hm?”

His hand snaked its way around your waist and played with the button of your shorts, his lips grazing across the delicate skin of your neck, gently kisses to distract you from what his hands were doing. Truth be told you didn’t want him to stop, and he could tell. The way you let him unbutton your pants without a fight, his fingers working their way between your legs and tracing a line back and forth against your clothed cunt.

“Mr Johnny, I don’t think—”

“That’s alright, baby, you don’t gotta think,” his free hand wrapped around your throat, tilting your head to the side so he could more easily bite and suck at your skin, “just gotta do whatever I tell you to do.”

After all, Drayton said you couldn’t be slaughtered like he did the others, but he didn’t say anything about Johnny not being able to fuck you til’ you couldn’t walk no more.

#➳ : messages #lambofjudgement #your brain works in wonderous ways sjdbejdnef!!!#I couldn’t stop thinking abt this like??? it’s so hot omg #anything abt johnny got me going FERAL!!#johnny slaughter #johnny slaughter x reader #tcm x reader

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hotchs-big-hands · 7 months

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ngl i would genuinely get off to making haley jealous and angry because of how fucking easy it is. my personal hc here but i think she was controlling and thought she had hotch wrapped around her finger and it infuriated her that his job was the only thing he refused to listen to her about. i also think she tried to baby trap him with jack in the assumption that would "fix" their marriage and when it only made it worse she blamed aaron for never being home when she easily couldve hired a nanny or regular babysitter so she could work or do whatever. i believe she cheated bc of that one phone call to their house when hotch answered and it was a random man asking for haley before hanging up and the look hotch gave her like yeah he knew she was fucking around too. i think it made her even angrier that when she filed for divorce hotch didnt even fight her onit! didnt ask to work things out or for counseling or anything. just "okay ill sign the papers when i get back from this case"

now assuming reader is mid twenties i think your very existence would have her enraged. aaron seems happier and even healthier. hes got more color in his face, hes put on some healthy weight, he smiles and laughs now, he takes more time off work, his life has clearly significantly improve since she left him and she cant fucking stand it. she thought she was the best thing that ever happened to him and now shes seeing in real time she's actually the worst thing ♥️♥️

and you thinks its funny as hell to watch a 40 year old woman with a whole ass kid be that bent out of fucking shape because the man SHE LEFT is fine without her. like yes maam i am younger than you, hotter than you, nicer than you AND i can ride the dick just right. stay pressed bitch 💕. and when she tries interfering in your relationship hotch asks you to put up with it just for a bit because he knows hack is still adjusting to coparenting and he wants the best for his son so you let him handle his exwife until she crosses a line and tries to accuse you of some shit and aaron finally puts his foot down and haley cant believe that shes really lost complete control over aaron (haha fuck you haley)

like i fantasize about a situation where haley is trying SOOOO hard to break yall up and drive a wedge between you two and it isnt until jacks birthday or some big family function aaron brought you too and haley cant help it but lowkey stalk yall all night and so youre like "aaron watch this" and you drag him off to some secluded corner and hes like ??? but you tell him "hold on baby give it a minute. bet you anything haley pops up" and then once you hear footsteps you give aaron a big fat smooch and surprise surprise!! whos coming around the corner? why its haleys stalker ass following you two like a creep!

i literally just want to cuck haleys pathetic ass because fuck her and her scraggly blonde hair and that nappy ass wig she had on in witness protection with her no-style-no-personality-all-about-me havin ass 😒😒😒😒

sorry this is such a convoluted mess i just hate that lady 😭😭

I NEEDN'T SAY MORE THIS IS EXACTLY MY THOTS I WANT THAT WOMAN SEEEETHING AT THE SIGHT OF AARON BEING HAPPY AND THRIVING. SHE WOULD ABSOLUTELY BE THE CRAZY EX WHO PROBABLY ENDS UP HARASSING YOU.

The SECOND she says smth nasty abt you Aaron is soooooo fucking pissed. She insults you saying you're just a whore sleeping with Aaron for his money (and cuz us babes are plus-size queens she HATES THAT) and that Aaron is not attracted to you.

And Aaron OOF he takes her to one side and tells her she is fucking nothing but the mother of his child now. That YOU are his everything. YOU make him the man he is now. He's fucking happy with you as the love of his life and that Haley made him chronically stressed and depressed and almost completely ruined his self esteem. He warns her to back the fuck off from him and reader. He does not want any communication with her unless it's to do with Jack. End of.

#cutie kenzie #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #💌 ah asks #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner imagine

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agaypanic · 10 months

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Omg I’m obsessed w ur writing! I’m back on my Francis brainrot lol

Could u do a Francis Wilkerson x reader smut where she’s the baby sitter who he’s secretly dating and they let her stay for dinner and then after they have sex?

Keep Your Voice Down (Francis Wilkerson X Reader Smut)

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Summary: You’re the Wilkerson’s go-to babysitter, able to handle any of the chaos the boys throw at you. But you’re Francis’ favorite for other reasons.

A/N: i <3 Francis brainrot. Warning for unprotected sex, wrap it before you tap it. AU where Piama doesn’t exist. As usual, bc it’s smut i’d love some feedback, no matter how much of it i write it doesn’t get easier lol

CW: p in v intercourse, slight praise kink, begging, thigh riding, dirty talk, unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), semi rough sex

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You had been the Wilkerson’s favorite, and sometimes only, babysitter since you were 15. It had happened by complete accident. You had become friends with Francis before he got shipped off to military school. He had invited you over one day, and in a rush to get to work, Lois put you and Francis in charge of looking after his brothers. When she and Hal got home that night, you were serving dinner to the boys and somehow convinced them to take baths afterward and go to bed at a reasonable time.

The rest was history.

When Francis got sent away, you started babysitting more to help the Wilkersons out. They usually couldn’t pay you much, but you didn’t care because you got to hang out with boys that were basically gremlins, got free dinner, and when staying overnight, you’d always call Francis.

But the best days were when he was home for a weekend or holiday. It was hard because he was always away, but your friendship developed into a relationship when he came home for spring break one year. It was a little surprising that you’ve been together for so long since you rarely got to see each other, but you made it work. It was significantly easier when he got a job at the Grotto because a lot of his good pay went towards visiting his family, and secretly you. Secretly, because his family didn’t know you were dating.

“Mom, I like Y/n and all. But I don’t understand why we still need a babysitter.” Reese followed his mother around the house while she prepared for dinner.

“You do know I can hear you, right?” You laughed as you sat at the kitchen table he stood beside.

“No offense, but I’m sixteen. Having a babysitter is ruining my rep.”

“Reese, when you show enough responsibility to prove to me that you don’t need a babysitter, Y/n will stop being your babysitter.” Lois groaned, clearly done with this conversation.

“Mom, if we did that, Y/n would be my babysitter until I die.” You laughed at his seriousness.

“What’s so funny?” You leaped out of your seat from the voice. Francis stood on the step bordering the kitchen, grinning at the three of you.

“Francis!” You squealed, running around the table to launch yourself into his arms. Working at the ranch must have been a real workout for him because he caught you with ease, not stumbling an inch from your force. “What are you doing here?”

“Otto gave me the week off, said I deserved it for all the work I’ve been doing. So I decided to come up to visit.” He pecked your cheek before setting you down, which seemed to be in a friendly manner. But you knew better. You stepped away so the rest of his family could say hello to him, even though you wished you could have him all to yourself right now.

“Are you on the clock?” He asked when everyone gave him space. You shook your head.

“Not really. Your mom’s here, but I’m keeping an eye on the boys every now and then. I’m staying for dinner, though.” Francis nodded as he listened, and then smirked. He leaned in to whisper in your ear, a hand on your hip.

“Maybe after dinner, we can have some dessert?” You felt your cheeks heat up. Although he whispered so no one else could hear, his tone was bold and seductive. You cleared your throat, trying to regain composure.

“I think I’ll need some convincing.” You responded before walking away, out of his hold, to help Lois with dinner.

You didn’t need any convincing. With how long it’s been since the last time you saw Francis, it took everything in you not to drag him to the bathroom for some quick relief. But you knew that if you held out on him long enough, the end result would be amazingly worth it.

He made sure to sit next to you during dinner. He did nothing at first, putting food on your plate like a good friend would. Casually making conversation with everyone while you ate. Part of you thought he forgot about your little exchange.

But then, in the middle of dinner, he put his hand on your thigh. It was so surprising you almost choked on your water. Thank God there was a tablecloth to cover his actions. Above the table, he wasn’t even paying attention to you, too engrossed in a conversation with his father about something ranch related. You would’ve been hanging onto every word. You loved listening to Francis talk passionately about anything. But below the table, his hand was reaching the apex of your thigh, gripping it deliciously hard.

“Are you okay, Y/n?” Dewey asked from his place across from you. You cleared your throat, a hand discreetly moving to Francis’.

“Yeah, Dew-Dew. My drink went down the wrong tube.” You grabbed Francis’ wrist, and before you could pry it off you, even though you wanted to do the complete opposite, he brushed his finger against your clothed core. He smirked, drawing his hand away while you took a deep inhale. “Now, keep telling me about that piano competition.”

You insisted to Lois that you help her with the dishes after everyone had finished eating. Surprising to her, Francis offered to help you, saying he wanted to catch up more with you. You talked about everything and nothing, washing and drying slowly to prolong your conversations.

As everyone started trailing to their beds, you bid them all good night. You made sure to smother Jamie in kisses before he was taken off. Being a baby, he barely gave you trouble and was, therefore, your favorite Wilkerson to babysit.

You waited for the click of Malcolm closing the door to the boys’ bedroom. When you heard it, you finished the last dish and handed it to Francis.

“I can’t believe you did that.” You dried your hands off and looked at him. He had a stupid smirk on his handsome face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He dried the plate and set it down before turning to you, leaning against the counter with crossed arms. Francis stared you up and down, lip caught between his teeth.

“Oh, please.” You laughed, moving to the living room. He followed behind you. “You knew what you were doing.”

“Just missed you, that’s all.” His hands were on your waist, turning you around to face him in his hold. He leaned in closely, nose bumping yours. A hand slid down to squeeze your ass. “Is that such a crime?”

Francis’ words always had such an effect on you. You’d be flustered one minute, not knowing what to do with yourself. The next, it was like you had become feral, grasping and clawing for any piece of him. He kissed you with such vigor that your knees went weak. Francis led you backward, not stopping until you were pinned between him and the wall. He nipped at your lip and your breath hitched, the pain feeling so good.

“Francis, your whole family’s here.” You whispered while your boyfriend trailed kisses down your neck.

“Then I guess you’ll have to be quiet, won’t you?” He asked, pulling back to look you in the eye. You could barely meet his gaze, eyelids heavy with lust. A hand set against your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him. “You can do that for me, right baby?” You nodded, but he clicked his tongue. “Words, Y/n.”

“I’ll be quiet.” You whispered. Francis grinned.

“Good girl.” He kissed you again, the hand on your jaw creeping to the back of your neck. Francis’ words of praise made you wetter than his actions. You squeezed your thighs together, searching for some kind of relief. You couldn’t take the waiting anymore. “Need some help, baby?”

“Please, Francis.” You whined. He made quick work of unbuttoning your pants, yanking them down to pool around your ankles so you could step out of them. He dragged his hands up your bare thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You kept begging and pleading, making sure your voice was low.

And then he brushed his fingers right against your most sensitive spot. You clamped a hand against your mouth to muffle the moan that escaped you.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you.” Despite all the time apart, he found your clit easily, playing with it like a button, begging to be pushed. He pushed his knee forward to separate your legs, bringing you down to grind on his thigh. You gasped, rutting your hips against him with Francis’ help. He pulled you back and forth, continuously teasing your clit.

“God, Francis, please.”

“What do you want?” He locked eyes with you again, refusing to let you get shy with him. “Come on, baby, what do you need? Just say it, and I’ll give it to you.”

“Your…” A particularly rough thrust against Francis cut you off. He smirked down at you.

“How can I give you what you want if you don’t tell me?” Francis knew exactly what you wanted. He just liked to be an asshole. Probably payback for you not giving in to him earlier.

“Your cock.” You whimpered. “Need your cock, Francis.” He grinned.

“See, was that so hard?” He asked condescendingly. Before you could roll your eyes at the tone, Francis grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you up. You wrapped your limbs around him tightly to not fall and to keep him close to you. Keeping you up against the wall with one hand, Francis used his other to unbuckle his belt, tugging his pants down just enough to pull himself out of his boxers. He was hard against your thigh, so close to where you needed him most.

Francis pulled your panties to the side, showing off your pussy to him. He almost groaned at the sight, a sight he missed so much. He grabbed hold of himself, rubbing himself up and down, too agonizingly slow for your liking.

“Francis. Need you so bad.” You ground your hips down, and he got the message. After rubbing his tip through your folds a few times to gather your wetness, he buried his cock in you. You dug your nails into his back at the sensation. He filled you to the brim; the pain of him stretching you felt so good.

Francis didn’t take any mercy on you. He immediately started fucking into you, your head falling onto his shoulder as he turned your bones to jelly. You began to moan at the feeling, but he brought a hand to your mouth to stop you.

“Gotta be a good girl for me.” He panted. “Gotta be quiet. Fuck.” It took everything in you to follow his commands. Francis pistoned in and out of you hard; you don’t know how you contained yourself. “Jesus, you feel so good, Y/n.”

“Fuck, Francis.” You whined against his hand, throwing your head back against the wall while arching your back. He took his hand away to rub your clit, continuing to pound in and out of you.

Francis could tell you were getting close. You were practically squeezing the life out of him, clawing at his back and shoulders, gnawing at your lip to keep quiet because you wanted to be good for him.

“You wanna come, baby? I bet you do.” He teased.

“Please, lemme come, Francis.” You begged, gasping as all his attention on you brought you closer to the edge. “Please, I need to come so bad.”

“Okay, okay.” He shushed you, furthering his assault on your clit while leaning forward to suck at your neck. “You wanna come? Come. Do it.” His words pushed you over harshly. He had to keep you against the wall with his body, the hand previously holding you up now silencing you while the other helped you ride out your high. His thrusts started to become sloppy. “Oh, fuck.”

Francis reached his peak as well, coating your insides. His thrusts slowed to a stop as you both caught your breath. You gained enough energy to grab his face, bringing him to your lips.

“I missed you.” You whispered after a deep breath. Francis grinned, kissing you again.

“I missed you too, honey.”

#francis wilkerson x reader #francis wilkerson #francis wilkerson x reader smut #malcolm in the middle #malcolm in the middle x reader #agaypanic

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dried-mushroom · 2 years

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Do you believe in magic, Doll?

The Grabber x reader (explicit)

TW-Kidnapping, sex, lowkey Stockholm syndrome

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A/N- I find myself writing this unironically funny bc I have only watched the trailer :) I feel like this isn't amazing but oh well 🤷‍♀️

You really shouldn't be doing this. You should have gotten a taxi back home, But no, you had to get your car serviced and now you have no car. You're now stuck briskly walking through some oddly familiar neighbourhood at the peak of dusk when the sky is dusted a beautiful pink, it was a true contrast to the boring palette choices of house paint. The real reason you didn't wish to be in this seemingly neverending street was something that sent a cold shiver up your spine whenever you spared it a thought.

For weeks now, children had been plucked from the very neighbourhood you currently were walking through. Usually, around the kidnappings, people said they saw a mysterious black van, with black tinted windows, and no sight of the driver. You felt bad for those poor parents, without their loved ones, but you honestly were thankful that it had only been children so far. You kept walking along the cracked sidewalk, the eerie lack of noise made you feel sick to your stomach, no loud cars drove past, no children out playing in their yards, and no adult doing a scrap of garden work, it was rather odd indeed.

As you kept walking, you noticed something out of the corner of your eye, which made your heart jump to your throat immediately, It could be a strange coincidence you kept telling yourself, but you could see a dark van slowly toggling behind you. You had the sudden urge to puke as the realisation hit you, the van wasn't moving past you, just lingering behind, following you. There was nothing you possibly do to defend yourself at the moment, you had nothing that resembled a weapon on you, and you know what happens in all those gory horror movies when you try to run (You die. Painfully). You just sucked in a deep breath and just pretended to not take any notice of the vehicle slowly crawling further and further towards you.

You knew your fate was sealed when the van caught up, right next to you and abruptly stopped, this made you leap right back to the tall metal fence situated behind you, the wire poking uncomfortably hard through the shirt you were wearing. The lack of noise and movement made you want to crawl in a ball, you prayed that this was just a dream. Just a scary dream, but as the tinted window rolled down, revealing an older, even handsome man, wearing a black hat and a pair of glasses, your feeling of dread suddenly washed away. His coarse, yet smooth voice broke the chill air between the both of you,

"Hello there sweetheart, I've only just moved here, and I've kinda gotten myself in a dilemma, I need some help finding um the town's dump, I have some old things I need to rid of but silly me didn't remember the address, is there any way you could give me directions?"

The man sounded sweet and naive and made you blush with the cute nickname but you couldn't help but have a shred of doubt resurface as this was quite an odd request and could be a trap for you but alas, you didn't wish to anger the man.

"Umm, if I am correct, it would be on the outskirts of town, probably near Dennison Street."

The man smiled at you, a sweet smile, with no obvious evil lurking within it. You were still a far way from the van, purely for your own safety. The man suddenly opened the car door, automatically sending you further onto the hard fence. You took notice of the clothes he was wearing, a tight black shirt, which comfortably sat around his biceps, and a pair of black jeans. He outstretched a rather large palm out and spoke,

"Well, darling, let me look at the girl that has saved me plenty of wasted time and helped someone in need."

You approached the nameless man slowly, cautiously. He had an almost playful aura to him, and the closer you got, the more attractive the naive man was, with shoulder-length reddish-brown hair and veins webbing across his hands and up to his arms, he also was extremely tall, compared to you anyhow. When you got close enough to the man, you placed your hand into his, and let out a breath you had zero idea how long you had been holding it for, as he encased it and leant down to press a soft kiss onto one of your knuckles, sending an odd warmth through your body. As he let your hand go, the man's eyes lit up, as if having a "lightbulb moment".

"Tell me. Do you believe in magic, Doll?"

The nickname rolled off his tongue smoothly, just like honey. You nodded your head, not too eagerly, just as you had the "Don't tall to strangers" motto run through the back of your brain. The man grinned as he watched your reaction.

"Well then, follow me."

He strode towards the back of the black van, which now you noticed had the words of Abracadabra. Entertainment supplies 'hmm a magician, not a terrible profession' you thought to yourself. While he walked he let a hand gracefully glide over the van's metal almost gingerly. You slowly followed him, just keeping a distance, again just for safety.

When you got around to the back of the van, you didn't stand so close to the van, or the magician himself. The man spoke up once again,

"Okay Doll, can you just face me? mmm that's good, now just stay still for me hmm."

You obeyed the man, standing in front of him facing him, looking up into his ocean blue eyes, as he bit into a devious smile, looking back down into your eyes. Then he drew an arm up and seemingly pulled something out from behind your ear. A Hershey Kiss, 'how sweet' you thought. He dropped the small chocolate into your hand,

"My treat, for being so kind." "Aw thank you, sir, you didn't need to."

You unwrapped the small treat and quickly finished it. It suddenly hit you that you had been out here for probably way too long and should probably head home. You bid the weird but sweet man a good evening before going back to your original path. After a few steps, you started to feel light-headed, yet you didn't pay any mind to it, thinking that you were probably dehydrated. After some more, your legs began to feel like jelly and then suddenly everything faded to darkness.

TIME SKIP lmao

As you slowly woke, the throbbing of your skull became apparent, to ease some slight pain, you put the palm of your hand up to the wound, lightly soothing it. As you opened your eyes, your throat went dry. It hadn't been a bad dream, you weren't in your nice, comfy bed, only a few meters away from your dear coffee machine. Instead, you were sitting on an old stained (with who knows what) spring mattress, and in a barren, what resembled concrete room, perhaps a basement of some sort. You were too scared to move, even a smidge, just out of fear. You did notice that near the top of the wall, there was a small vent letting in the colours of sunrise through and a black phone hanging on the wall next to you, you didn't dare to touch it, not wanting to hear the horrors on the other end. You could see the door shut and knew that it was most likely dead-bolted shut, to stop you from even contemplating an escape. You didn't know how long you had been sitting in the musty room, it honestly felt like an eternity, the silence almost too much to bear. Suddenly the sound of the door being shoved open made you leap to the far side of the mattress, trying to get further away from the man, who now adorned a sadistic-looking mask with a sickly smile and horns. You didn't know whether to cry, laugh or just stare. He was holding a bottle of water and a bowl of something, presumably food, he suddenly spoke;

"What's your name, Doll?"

You knew that lying to the kidnapper was probably not the smartest decision, so to please the deranged man, you quietly spoke up;

"Y/N..."

The man seemed to like the response you gave as he gave an approving nod before saying one last thing.

"Hmm, I think I'm starting to like you."

TIME SKIP again lmao

You have been stuck in this room for (by your calculation) around a month. Your emotions ran rampant throughout your brain. At first, you had been sad, sobbing constantly, with the lack of human interaction and not having seen an inch of daylight in the days you had been trapped here. Then the anger took over you, the fact no one had come looking for you, no one found you.did no one care about you?. This singular thought ran freely through your brain almost 24/7, usually bringing you to punch the concrete walls bloody. Then the contentedness washed over you, you slowly had taken to your odd kidnapper. You had come to almost crave the visits he played you, either to give you food/drink or to engage in basic conversation. Usually, it was just questions about your previous life, nothing too absurd, it annoyed you slightly that he'd never share anything about himself, absolutely nothing. He sometimes would let you out of the room, to bathe and eat a decent meal, with him. Most of the time now, instead of wearing his usual odd sweater, he would wear an unbuttoned shirt, revealing a muscular torso, it took you the utmost strength not to fuck the man right at the dinner table. You really didn't have an outlet for your sexual frustration, you slowly got sick of using your hand and the man you're seemingly trapped with is really really fuckable at this moment.

You were laying on the old mattress, too hot and bothered to sleep. You knew you had to satisfy the insatiable need deep within your core. You ran a single hand down your neck, to your breasts, letting a fragile finger run over a hardened nipple, down your naval, and finally where you needed it most. You let your hand slide under the thin elastic of your panties, to come rest on your clit, slowly rubbing small circles. As you started letting breathy moans out, images of the older man flashed throughout your mind, such images were of the man pleasing himself, stroking his hard, leaking cock, or him below you, eating you out like a starving man, whilst keeping a strong grip on your hips, making you unable to buck against his eager tongue. These thoughts paired with your fingers rubbing on the little nub of nerves increased the volume of your moans and heavy breaths. Even so much, you didn't take notice of the door being opened.

"Oh well well well, what do we have here?"

The rough voice made you lift your head up, locking eyes with the man, this time with no mask. You slowly removed the hand out of your underwear, and stood up, slowly walking towards the deranged killer. You bit your lip as you looked up at him, you noticed a bulge in the trousers he was wearing and his irises were blown wide, presumably with lust. It took him a moment of blissful silence before he crashed his lips into yours, in a powerful and rough kiss. He pushed you up against the concrete wall; as you broke the kiss to start peppering kisses on his stubbled jaw, sending a shockwave through him. He was honestly stunned, as a girl had never done this to him before. You let your hand glide down to the bulge, stroking it gingerly through his pants, making him grip the wall. You slowly sunk to your knees, hard concrete bruising them. You unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock, it was half-hard and already glistening with precum, even before you actually touched him, how cute? you thought to yourself. You gave his tip a kitten lick as if testing the waters, making him groan heavily. He fisted a hand into your hair, making you bob further onto his erection. You gagged when the tip hit the back of your throat, your nose was pressed against his pubic bone, and you looked up to his un-masked face, making doe eyes up at the killer. He was trying to muffle his moans, biting his lip, breaking the chapped skin. It didn't take your administrations very long to make him spill down your throat, he pulled out of your throat and had you stick out your tongue to check if you had swallowed all of his cum.

"My good girl, aren't you?"

He rubbed your cheek affectionately when he saw you nod your head, too mesmerized to even make a coherent sentence. He uttered one sentence with made you lose all your control,

"I want to fuck you, here on that mattress, now."

Hearing the desperation roll off his tongue made you instantly wet, and without a thought, he yanked you upwards and tossed you onto the mattress. He straddled your hips and started to nip along your neck, leaving purple-ish lovebites in trail. You pulled softly onto the man's long hair, eliciting a borderline pornographic groan from him, I would have never taken him to be into hair pulling you snickered to yourself. He pulled away from you, to quickly unbutton his shirt, showing off his toned chest, before yanking your thin shirt off, leaving you only in a bra and panties. You undid your bra, discarding the dirty fabric wherever. He tore your panties off, in one clean motion, leaving you exposed to the chilling air of the room and to the stranger's eyes. He sat against the cold wall before, unbuckling his belt and tossing it aimlessly to the side, pulling his khakis down to his mid-thigh, before beckoning you to his lap. He stroked himself gingerly while watching you come closer to him, you straddled him this time before he positioned his cock to your entrance. You let out a gasp as he slowly thrust into you, he let you have a few seconds to adjust to his size before he started thrusting roughly into you. As the man kept thrusting up into you, you started to bounce on his cock, meeting his administrations every time. Resting both arms onto the man's shoulders, nails digging into his back, he took this as a chance to repay you for your earlier 'welcome', and he moved one of the hands resting on your hips, which were guiding you up and down his cock at his whim, to rub at your clit. This motion made you lurch forward, all the stimulation at once was too much for you, and you came to rest your forehead on his. It almost resembled a romantic gesture, how close the both of you were right now, body's entangled with one another, this mixture of pleasure was too much to bear and before you could stop it, you came, on his cock, hard. The feeling of your pussy clenching around his cock, sent him over the edge and with one final thrust, he spilled into you. The warmth made a shiver run down your spine, and as he pulled out of you, you could feel some of his cum start to spill down your thighs.

You looked around and it oddly felt "homey" here now, you thought to yourself. He softly guided you off his cock, pulled up his khakis and had you lay in between his legs, your back against his chest. You slowly drifted off to sleep, as the man, who now you no longer feared, slowly played with your hair.

#the black phone #the grabber #ethan hawke #the grabber x reader #i am down bad #im hard #please comment ur thoughts

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sensei-venus · 1 year

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That alpha Miguel post was great 🤤

It made me think of alpha hawk who just wants a mate so bad but he hasn't found the right omega yet which bums him our bc he wants a pretty omega and some pups already 😓

And then one day he's hanging out with hks friends at thenmall or smtg and he sees chubby omega reader walking in a pretty sundress and he thinks she has the most perfect breeding hips and her scent is so nice and he just fucking bails on his friends to go talk to her bc that's her, that's his omega

(Unedited) (This isn’t really NSFW-ish,sorry)

“So how's the work at the dojo going? Miguel was telling me about it earlier on the phone.”

Sam said picking at her tray of mall fries, Miguel was busy trying to shove a hand-sized pretzel down his throat next to her. Demetri was busy meaning around on his phone, and Robby was chowing down on a thing of noodles next to him. Hawk rolled his eyes as he sat back in the mall's hard metal chair. He huffed as he looked at the shorter girl.

“It's going pretty good actually. Besides doing classes, Johnny and Daniel put me and Miguel on doing the summer camp this year. Whole shebang, Daniel even updated the campground and everything at the cabins.” Hawk preened a little at the success. Its been over two years of working at the dojo and three years out of highschool. He was proud of how far he had come.

Sam smiled at him saying “That’s great! I knew you guys where going to move up. I know you guys did camps last year how was that? You guys started doing elementary school classes too right?” Haw nodded at her. His mind flashed back to the previous year at the summer camp.

Hawk had been a bit nervous at the idea of taking on such young pups. They were so small and balls of energy at that age too. That energy was used well during classes, he thought it was funny to see a room full of tiny pups do two hours of karate before basically passing out on the mats for a long overdue nap.

“You know since we are on the topic-”

“If you bring up pups I'm not going to hear it.”

Sam pouted as Hawk shut her down. He didn't want to hear about how she and her wife were trying to have pups. They started trying about a month ago with IVF stuff, sadly both of them were omegas so they had to find other options to start their family.

Sam also knew Hawks luck with omega’s. After his failed relationship with Moon back in high school he didn't have much luck after that. He also realized Moon was never his mate, at least not his true one. Moon was pretty and nice and a great omega but she was missing something that not even Hawk could pinpoint. They both knew it and went their separate ways on food terms. But after that Hawk didn't have much of a dating life after that, a few one-night stands but nothing official.

Deep down it upset him and even made him a little bit depressed to be alone like that. Not not have someone by his side to love, the alpha instinct to have a mate and protect them. It eat away at him and he used anger as a way to deflect outsides like Sam.

Miguel spoke up saying “Me and my wife where thinking about having some soon, we just moved into the new house so there is room now. We haven’t really decided, we are thinking about just letting it happen? Not really fully planning for it I guess.” He shrugged. Hawk rolled his eyes as he looked at Demetri who was finally off his phone for a moment.

“Don't ask me-”

“I'm not in this discussion either, leave me out of it.” Robby side-eyed the group as he finished his noodles. Both Demetri and him where a dead end on the idea of pups in the first place. Both of them are not really interested in the idea at the moment. No one blamed them, Demetri was in his own little world with his girlfriend and Robby had no clue about small pups in the first place.

Hawk huffed as they sat at the table for a while, more small talk going on but Hawk choose to tone them out.

The group later got up and left the courtyard to explore the great of the mall. Hawk was just happy that they could get passed the conversation on mates and pups.

His mind was focused on following the group as they walked around the slightly busy mall. But something made him start looking around frantically. He stopped mid-step before looking around the area, the rest of the group not noticing and continued walking. Leaving the alpha behind.

He turned up his nose as he sniffed the air. There where hundreds of different scents that filled the air but one was making his head spin and pulling him. It filled his nose and made his heart thump harder in his chest. It was sweet and warm, it almost felt like it could coat his lungs like warm soft butter. It was like a sweet cream almost. His eyes looked around as he sniffed harder, trying to find the source of the scent.

Finally, he locked onto the omega that was steadily pumping out the scent.

She probably didn't even know she was doing it. She definitely didn't smell like she was on any one of suppresents with how thick her scent was.

He really couldn't help the way he was checking her out from afar. She was breathtaking, she had on a frilly sun dress that fit her perfectly and moved and swayed with the slightest movement.

Shit and her hips, wide and filling out the dress perfectly so he could see all of her. Hips thick and filling, he could practically already feel the way they molded under his hands as he felt her up. From the view he had her ass matched her hips, big and fat. His mouth watered not only from her scent but the view he had of her. He couldn't help but cut across the open mall area, passing and bumping into people as he jogged over to her.

Her sweet scent only got stronger the closer he got to her.

She finally turned around a bit more so he could see her fully. She was thick and wide all over. Fluffy stomach and thick arms, round cheeks, and full lips that were turned up in a small smile as she looked around. Her eyes seemed to almost glimmer as she looked at the mall's shops.

Suddenly he felt too close.

Maybe because he was less than a foot away from her now and her scent was making his mouth water.

“I uh think you dropped this.”

Her voice was like sugar as it filled his head.

“Oh yeah thanks, didn't even notice I dropped it. The names Hawk by the way.”

“I'm guessing it's because-”

“Yep it's the hair.”

She giggles as he points the his short mohawk that he was still rocking from highschool.

Their talk was long and they ended up walking around the mall with one another. He found out she was new to the area and was trying to get acclimated to the new place. The mall seemed to be the perfect place to explore first.

Hawk couldn’t take his eyes off of her the whole time. It was like she was pulling him in with every second he spent talking to her, standing next to her. She was so nice it was hard not to just look away for a split second.

It wasn’t until over two hours later when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He quickly pulled it out and checked his messages. There where about five or so texts in the group chat he was in with everyone.

“Hey where did you go?”

“Dude you did not ditch us.”

“Was this because of the whole pup conversation? It’s stupid you would just leave because of that.”

He could only smirk as he spared a glance over at the chatty happy omega that was walking next to him. He moved a bit closer to her, their shoulders brushing together.

She didn’t move away from the action.

He smirked back down at his phone as he started texting back.

“That might not be a issue soon enough. I ditched you guys for better stuff. Talk to y’all later.”

He shoved his phone back into his pocket after he sent the text.

He ignored the new frantic vibration’s of his phone as he leaned in closer to the Omega for the time being.

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ghostiiess · 5 months

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[NSB HEADCANONS] - regie's reactions when he saw you crying in the bathroom

pov: the title say everything (other title: hate comments from the stars directed to you)

warnings: feelind sad, mention of hateful comments, headcanon about online hate, mention of swears here and there, mention of crying and hating ourselves, mention of gaining weight or losing weight (regie is saying he would still love y/n whatever the weight they have. BTW, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. Do not change for others people.)

type: comfort

member: regie macalino

reblogs and likes are very appreciated!

please, if you know someone, or live this situation, please do not keep it to yourself. you do not deserve this. if you don't feel to talk or don't know what to say / who to tell, my dms are always open and i put some websites at the end of the post :)

So regie just finished his job with the boys

And like he usually do when he have time (and when he’s available), he visit you at your apartment

Today, without really knowing why, he missed you more than the usual

He always miss you when he’s at work

(More under the cut!)

But today?

Damn.

He was like “damn i hope she’s okay” and “i hope she’s smiling right now”

like he was just having gut feelings that you weren't 100% okay? if i can say it like that?

So when his work got done, he quickly went to your apartment

and saw your car was there, which made him happy bc he really wanted to see you! and your car were there, so it probably meant that you were here

He rang on your appartment’s number door ring and got no response

He trust you with all his heart, but tonight, he felt like something wasn’t good

Like if it was his guts saying something to him

Obviously, regie had the key to enter, but he didn’t want to enter just like that

He wanted you to know he was going to come in to see you

He quickly got a text from you, saying you weren’t feeling great, which made regie’s worrying even worse

“What’s up bby? Do u need smth?” Regie quickly texted back

When he didn’t got no response, regie quickly took his key and texted he was going to see u

When he stepped into your apartment, and closed the main door, regie’s voice went all around the house

“Hey baby, it’s me! are you there?”

Ofc, you were there.

He knew it. But he wanted to hear your voice.

But, he didn’t.

Now, he was starting to feel a bit nervous.

You didn’t want to see him, didn’t want to talk or text… it wasn’t really you to do that kind of thing

For sure, when you had bad days, you were feeling not very.. social, but never you were acting like this

And regie knew it.

Regie quietly walking in your appartment and knocked on your bedroom door before open it

“Baby?”

"Ayo? Are you dead or what?" he jokingly said (not funny)

When he saw you, in your bed, the phone’s in your hand and your cheeks all wet, his heart started beating so fast

He thought his heart was going to get out of his chest

"fuck..."

“Baby? Are you good? What happened?”

You didn’t reply

“Baby… i hate seeing you like this, you know that.. what’s up? Did someone said something? Istg if someone did, imma beat their ass so hard bruh. No ones disrespect my baby.”

You shook you head

“Do you want to talk about it? Do you want me to leave you alone?”

You nodded

“You said yes bc you want to talk about it, or because you want me to leave you alone?”

When you said “first option” with your tired, and sad voice, his heart broke

“Omg, baby… shhh it’s okay, i am here. Im not going anywhere”

He layed on the bed, next to you and quietly stroke your hair

“Talk when you’re ready, my love. I’m here. And if you do not want to talk about it, then that’s fine too. I can just stroke your hair and tells you about my day if thats what you want”

He kissed your cheeks and your nose “you do what you want, okay? im here for you”

When you started talking, and couldn’t talk without letting some tears rolling down your face, his heart broke even more

“Shhh… it’s okay, try to breathe in and out, okay? You can do it, take your time”

When you finally explained the whole situation, he thought his heart was going to die

yes his heart did live a lot of thing-BUT YKWIM

His fans (the stars) were making fun of you on your social medias

"they did WHAT"

"WDYM IT'S OKAY??? its not!! omg, why didnt you tell me?"

"baby, omg... im so so sorry"

“Please, do not hate yourself. You are so amazing and so hardworking. You're so beautiful and so talented, i have no words to say how perfect you are to me”

“You’re always thinking of others before yourself, you always make sure that everyone’s okay, and you always find compassion and respect in people who clearly don’t deserve you”

he started having tears in his eyes

“ you are perfect, just the way you are.”

But you just couldn’t keep it in yourself anymore, it was too hard :((

“Baby, show me your phone, please. I need to see these”

“I am so sorry, my love. I am so so so sorry you had to live this and hide it from me…”

He stroke your cheek

“Why did you hide it from me…? I feel so bad, baby.”

“Baby, i would have care! I'm your boyfriend, you're my girlfriend! I do have a busy schedule, but I’ll always make time for you. Always.”

He sighed

“I always try to make time for you as much as i can, please do not think that your problems are bothering me. We are dating. Your problems are my problems too. You can’t hold everything on your shoulder and expect you to not fall. You need another person to help you holding all the problems off your shoulders and that person is me, okay, baby?”

When he went on his social medias, he blocked *each* star on the platforms

literally.

he also wrote on his social medias’ stories:

“Jsyk, if you can’t love my partner or at least respecting them by not writing hateful comments about them, please, stop following me. I would not accept any form of irrespect about me and the people im close to, even more if its about my wonderful partner. Do not write any hateful comments about my partner saying how’s they’re ugly or how they don’t deserve me (which is isnt true btw). If i ever see others comments like this ever again, you will be blocked. Me n the guys respect you, so we expect the same things coming towards you stars. I hope i won’t have to say it again, thank you.”

Let’s say that most of the comments about regie’s stories were like “omg, how dare some stars say hateful comments to y/n??” Or “istg, some stars really do not deserve the guys and y/n.”

“If it ever start again baby, please let me know. I won’t let my own fans treat you this way, okay?” Regie said while kissing your cheek

“I love you so much and nothing will change that. You are perfect the way you are, and even if you gained weight, or lost weight, or were looking like another person, or things like that, you’d still have my heart. you're so beautiful and no ones should decide how you dress and how you eat.”

Please, trust regie when he say things like that, you are so precious and so beautiful, like just look at you now, you are so cute and so pretty and beautiful and so cool

You are so stunning, like whoever write comments about you are so dumb, like idk what they are doing, but they are dumb, you look like a supermodel babe

Who’s Bella hadid? Idk, i only know you

PLEASE READ THIS:

Please, if you are in a situation like this or know someone in this situation, please talk about it to someone. A lot of ressources (such as 7cup who’s a website that can help you telling your problems or situations to random people. its totally free!) are there to help you. I am here too if you guys need something. Although, i am not a specialist and a therapist, i am always willing to listen and help you guys!

Please, do not keep this for you, this is not okay. If you can’t find someone to talk to, or feel too shy to talk about it, or can't find / afford a therapist, go on character.ai (or any other app, idk the names) and search for therapist ai in the search bar. It might sound weird, but it could (maybe) help you, since you are not talking to an irl person and it allow you to vent and be listened without having to feel ashamed if the person behind the screen judge you or not. (AI are not real therapist. do not consider every things the AI says. It's only a solution and can't be remplaced with real professionnals.)

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downforthegas · 19 days

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Little drabble I've thought of writing for a while... Wa//lly is hanging out with Ba//rn//aby, and farts in front of him for the first time... teasing ensues

CW: farts (obviously), teasing/humiliation

Barn and Wally are hanging out at Barn's house. Barn has a nice, big bed (bc of course he does) so him and Wally are able to comfortably rest on it together. Barn's sitting upright against the headboard, while Wally is lying on his stomach, just listening to his best friend. He's cuddling up against a bone-shaped pillow, a favorite of Barn's many pillows that cover the bed. He's resting his head against the top and the bottom is getting squeezed gently between his thighs.

"So I says," Barnaby started. "and then he disappeared without a tres! eheheheheheh!"

"Ha. ha. ha. That's funny, Barnaby."

"Aw, thanks pal. You're always lookin out for me."

"Well... it's what friends do... I think."

Barnaby laughs again. He continued talking and Wally continued to listen. He wasn't much for talking, so he was a great listener. This time, however, he could hardly focus. No, he wasn't disassociating like usual. At least, he wasn't trying to, but something was making him. His tummy was starting to ache. He could feel little bubbles shifting around inside of him. Clearly the chili dogs him and Barnaby had earlier were not sitting well. Barn seemed completely fine, being used to foods like that, but Wally didn't eat chili regularly so his tummy wasn't working well with it.

Wally knew what it was. He knew he was full of gas, and that he had to get it out now. But he didn't want to. He didn't want to be rude, but with the way he was positioned, with his stomach against the pillow and his legs spread slightly, it was kinda hard. It was no use fighting it. He relaxed a little and pushed out a silent, airy fart. It had to have gone on for 30 seconds straight. He felt his belly deflate and shrink as the warm air rushed out of him, into the open air and against Barn's pillow. The seat of his pants slowly warmed up as well, which admittedly felt really good, almost as good as the cramps disappearing from his midsection. He let out a slight sigh when it was over.

Then the smell hit Barn.

Wally didn't think the fart would have a smell, but then he smelled it himself. He was hoping Barn wouldn't say anything about it but-

"Whoooo!" Barnaby fanned his nose with his huge mitt. He was in the middle of talking about what Howdy was rambling about when a smell of rotten apples mixed with chili hit his nose and stopped him. "Jeez, what's that smell?"

"Oh." Wally's face was faintly orange. Hopefully he wouldn't know that was him. "Uh... I'm... not... sure..."

Barn could tell Wally was being a little suspicious. He knew a little teasing wouldn't be so bad.

"Heh. Maybe a skunk just walked past the house."

Wally's face got more orange. "Uh... maybe..."

"Actually, the egg salad in my fridge prolly went off now that I think about it." He was grinning ear to ear.

The flush on Wally's face grew to his ears. "That has to be it..."

"Oh, I know. I think something died under the house."

Wally's stomach turned as he shoved his face into the pillow. "It doesn't smell that bad!" He said into the pillow, hoping Barn wouldn't hear.

"Oh I don't know, pal," Barn continued. "I think I saw a few flowers die outside... and the paint's pealing over there... oh, I know! Maybe it's coming from you!"

Wally lifted his head, his eyes pointing downward as if he were angry and his face still orange. "Not... at... all..." Just as he said this, he accidentally push a little audible fart into the pillow. it was still muffled but both Wally and Barn could hear. Wally shoved his face back into the pillow as Barn chuckled.

"Fine... it... was... me..."

"Heh. Sorry, buddy. I kinda knew it was you."

"You did?"

"Yeah. I thought I'd tease you a little, but I didn't think you'd take it so hard. Sorry bout that."

"Oh, it's ok," Wally said as he sat up, still sitting on the pillow. "I didn't mean to... do that... my stomach was hurting so bad... I felt like I was gonna explode... I tried to hold it but-"

"Aw, don't worry about it. I actually thought it was kinda cute."

"Cute?"

"Yeah. hehe. I didn't think you could make a smell like that..." He looked over and finally realized what Wally was sitting on. He didn't seem too pleased. "...and against my favorite pillow too."

Just then Barnaby's stomach growled. He held his mitt against it in discomfort.

"Ughh!" Barn said. "I think I had too much chili." He gently lifted himself slightly off the bed and blasted a loud, long bubbling fart against the blanket. It vibrated the bed violently for a solid 10 seconds. Barn sighed and waved his mitt.

"Phew!" He exclaimed. "That's better!"

"Wow Barn..." He waved the stink away from his face. It was a little unbearable. He had never heard Barn fart before and now he never wanted to again. "That was..."

"Huge? I know." Barn said. "But we're best friends. If you wanna fart around me, go ahead. It's natural."

"You're right..." Wally said, releasing another silent toot against the pillow, this time however, the hissing of the fart was loud enough to hear, which made Wally blush a little.

"Hey! That's my pillow!" Barn exclaimed.

"Ha. Ha. Ha... ok then... have it back..." He took the pillow out from underneath him and flung the back of it into Barn's face.

"Eww, Buddy!" He laughed. Then he took the blanket that was underneath his butt and threw it on top of Wally, who retched right before pulling the blanket off, his hair coming undone.

"That was gross..." Wally said, smiling even though he got a face full of butt fumes.

"Heheheheh! Serves you right!" The two laughed. Deep down, despite how embarrassed Wally was, he was really happy. Because now he knew he could be fully comfortable around his best friend.

Phew, uh... I've been wanting to write this for a while. I know I've been posting a lot of WH eprocto stuff, but this is what happens when two interests combine. I can't just keep it to myself... that would be selfish lol

#eproctophilia #playfellowxxx #gassyfellowxxx #eprocto #fart kink #gassy #farts #farting #guy fart #gassy guy

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twoidiotwriters1 · 3 months

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Currently on the road back home having a good time (hopefully bc i sure need it) -Danny Words: 1,952 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

III: I Use The Power of Friendship (Goes Wrong)

Ara's glad to be left alone with the girls. Reyna is an old friend and Annabeth... well, she's like a sister.

As they leave the dining area, Ara remembers what a fun little girl Reyna used to be. Maybe they can find a way to build something, an alliance that will satisfy both sides. She must be careful, though, the last time Ara tried to be the voice of reason, it didn't end well, which brings her back to Nico.

Gods, she really hopes Lily doesn't know about his disappearance, she's got too much on her plate already.

"Come," Reyna gestures at the girls. "Walk with me."

Ara spent many years telling Nico that Camp Half-Blood was the best place for them, and technically, this place is for Romans, not Greeks, but still... Now she understands why Nico started to disobey her months into her leadership, he'd found New Rome, and he knew Ara was clueless.

How many times had she thought of Lily that way? Lily was too wary, and Ara was all about going big or going home. She'd forced her to participate in flashy plans just because they were easier. Now, standing in the middle of New Rome, witnessing what could be achieved with patience and careful planning, Ara couldn't blame Lily for being exasperated by Ara's approach.

"The harpy Ella..." Reyna says, bringing Ara back from her brooding. "It was a prophecy she spoke. We all know that, don't we?"

"It sounded like a prophecy," Annabeth agrees. "But I've never met Ella before today, and I've never heard those lines exactly."

"I have," Reyna sighs. "At least some of them—"

Argentum, Reyna's automaton dog, starts barking when some kids gather around to play with it. Leo hasn't seen Reyna's dogs yet, but Ara wants to take them onto the ship so he can take a look.

"You have a beautiful life," Ara says. "And you built it with hard work, I respect that."

"When we met, you were just an Aphrodite," Reyna smiles a little. "You don't sound like one now, but it shows."

"You should see her when she's with Leo," Annabeth quips.

Reyna turns to her with a raised eyebrow. "The scrawny boy with the curly hair?"

Ara knows what Reyna thinks because it's what most people think. It's what Lily said when she found out: Really? Him? Ara clears her throat. "Anyway..."

"We should move on," Reyna walks forward, and Ara appreciates it.

"We've also met before," Annabeth points out. "You were younger, right?"

"Very good. Percy didn't remember me. Of course you spoke mostly with my older sister Hylla, who is now queen of the Amazons. She left just this morning, before you arrived. At any rate, when we last met, I was a mere handmaiden in the house of Circe."

"We played tag," Ara tilts her head, trying to remember. "You said my teddy bag was cute and I gave you the bag of gummy bears I kept in it. You thought it was funny that I kept gummy bears inside my bear bag."

Reyna smiles openly and Ara feels comforted by it. This teenager had been like her once, a little girl with not much to offer, and her rank had sharpened her edges. Now, Ara is on her way to becoming Reyna, and she doesn't hate what she's seeing.

"Wait," Ara blinks, finally processing what the older girl said. "Your sister is the queen of what?"

Reyna chuckles. "You're a lot like Percy."

This catches Ara off guard. No one ever says that about her—not in a positive way, at least.

"This is my favorite spot," Reyna announces. "The Garden of Bacchus."

When Ara sees Baccus's statue she lets out a laugh. "You guys got a great involuntary sense of humor..."

Reyna hums. After a moment, she continues. "I wanted to hear it from you."

"Hear what?" Annabeth asks.

"The truth. Convince me that I'm not making a mistake by trusting you. Tell me about yourself. Tell me about Camp Half-Blood. Your friend Piper has sorcery in her words. I spent enough time with Circe to know charmspeak when I hear it. I can't trust what she says. And Jason... well, he has changed. He seems distant, no longer quite Roman."

Reyna raises a hand to stop Ara before she can argue.

"My dogs determined you're a reliable person, charmspeak and all. You have an honest heart, like your brother, but I brought you here and not him, because you probably know Camp Half-Blood way better than Percy nowadays."

If Ara weren't dating Leo, she'd be crushing on Reyna by now. If the girl keeps complimenting her, Ara's going to apply for Roman citizenship.

"Well," the girl shares a look with Annabeth. "Where do we start?"

"Guess what!" Nico bounces on his feet. "Something cool happened this morning!"

"You got to ride a pegasus?"

"No!"

"You convinced Percy to play Mythomagic?"

"Better!"

I look around, and that's when I realize my brother isn't by the fountain. He waits there for Annabeth and I before breakfast, even if we don't sit together. Now that our friend is missing, I'm expecting to see him staring at his reflection in the water, sulking or something, but he's not there.

I notice his cabin's door is wide open and my stomach drops. "Where is Percy?"

The young boy smirks. "I helped him sneak out so he could follow Bianca!"

I'm not very strong, but I pull Nico by the neck of his shirt until we're face to face. The sudden action causes him to yelp.

"Why didn't you wake me?" I whisper in panic.

"H-He told me not to! 'You look after my sister, I look after yours'—I thought it was fair!"

Percy calling me his sister even when I'm not around makes me giddy, but I'm also upset that he's decided to leave me behind without saying a word. It's the first time that he goes on a quest without me, and it stings.

Nico removes himself from my grip, looking guilty. "I wanted to go too, but Percy said I had to stay with you."

I realize I'm not Nico's mentor. I'm just an older version of Nico. We've been left behind by our siblings because they didn't think we were strong enough to keep up with them.

"Does Chiron know?"

"I won't tell on Percy," Nico stands proudly. "I promised I wouldn't."

His devotion to my brother confirms we're the same, so I wrap an arm around his shoulders and guide him to the Athena cabin.

"Alright," I sigh. "It's you and me... That isn't so bad! We'll be a great team. Come on, let's get Lily."

"If you go to the ancient lands, especially Rome itself, there is something you should know about your mother," Reyna mentions.

Annabeth steps back. "My—my mother?"

"When I lived on Circe's island, we had many visitors. Once, perhaps a year before you and Percy arrived, a young man washed ashore. He was half mad from thirst and heat. He'd been drifting at sea for days. His words didn't make much sense, but he said he was a son of Athena."

"What happened to this demigod?"

"Circe turned him into a guinea pig, of course. He made quite a crazy little rodent. But before that, he kept raving about his failed quest. He claimed that he'd gone to Rome, following the Mark of Athena."

Ara stares at her friend. Annabeth used to confide in her, and now they're both keeping their hands behind their backs, waiting for the other to give the first step. It feels wrong.

"Yes," Reyna continues. "He kept muttering about wisdom's child, the Mark of Athena, and the giants' bane standing pale and gold. The same lines Ella was just reciting. But you say that you've never heard them before today?"

"Not—not the way Ella said them." Annabeth's voice quivers. "Did this demigod—did he explain his quest?"

"At the time, I had no idea what he was talking about. Much later, when I became praetor of Camp Jupiter, I began to suspect."

"Suspect... what?"

Something explodes behind them, interrupting their conversation.

"Giants?" Annabeth looks around frantically. "I thought their army was defeated!"

"It isn't the giants," Reyna says tensely. "You've betrayed our trust."

"What? No!"

"Annabeth," Ara turns her around. "The ship!"

The girls run fast to reach the commotion. Ara searches in her pocket and seizes Almighty but she doesn't turn it into a sword yet, she has to try and de-escalate the situation first.

Jason and Piper are fighting side by side. Percy, Frank, and Hazel are all together. Only one person is missing.

"Leo!" Ara hurries to the Argo II. A group of demigods approaches her menacingly, and she uses charmspeak. "Drop your weapons!"

They obey her at once. Percy shouts her name, so Ara elbows the soldiers out of her way. She arrives at the same time as Annabeth.

"Girls!" Her brother scowls. "What—?"

"I don't know!" Annabeth exclaims mortified.

"I'll tell you what!" Octavian climbs down the rope ladder. "The Greeks have fired on us! Your boy Leo has trained his weapons on Rome!"

Ara rushes past the crowd again, dodging attacks from pretty much all around her.

"I was just there!" Octavian continues. "I saw it with my own eyes!"

The girl reaches the ladder and jumps, kicking Octavian out of her way. She climbs fast, yelling Leo's name hoping he'll answer. She finds him near the ballista, and he is shooting.

"Leo, stop!"

The girl doesn't use charmspeak at first, she never uses it on her loved ones, not since Nico. Besides, Leo usually stops when Ara tells him to, but not this time.

"Enough!" Ara grabs him and the boy stumbles back. She cups his face. "Leónidas!"

In his eyes, she sees a flash of something that reminds her of Luke. She moves away from him as soon as it happens. Ara decides to take the ammunition out from the ballista, and that's when the boy reacts. He yanks her back by the cloak, tossing her against the railing.

"Get out of the way," he says numbly.

Ara's on the ground when Percy and Annabeth reach the deck. Percy doesn't hesitate before attacking Leo, tackling him to the ground. Annabeth helps her up.

"What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know!" Ara gulps, her left side is pulsing. "He's acting weird!"

A dragon lands on deck and drops an unconscious Jason and a stressed-out Piper, then turns into Frank Zhang. Percy drags Leo away. "Girls, get us out of here!"

"Can you stand?" Annabeth asks worryingly.

"'Course I can..." Ara groans, struggling to reach the control board and typing away, then pulling the throttle steadily to glide higher.

The crew stumbles back thanks to the change in speed. Ara tells Annabeth to get her dino bag and then orders Percy to tie Leo to the main mast. She has to know what's going on with him before she can let him walk around freely.

"Thanks," she tells her brother once he's done. "Check on Jason, see if you can help Piper with him."

Percy frowns. "I'm not leaving you alone with—"

"That's an order, Percy!" Ara urges him, still pushing buttons and flipping switches.

She doesn't want to be rude, but if Leo wakes up and sees Percy's glare on him again, he's gonna freak out and it's going to make things harder for her. Annabeth returns with the T-Rex and Percy leaves, though he asks Frank and Annabeth to keep an eye on Leo.

Once she stabilizes the ship, Ara grabs her bag and pulls out her bottle of nectar. She crouches in front of Leo and tilts up his face to pour the liquid down his throat. Leo bends forward coughing and she pushes him back against the mast.

"Easy," she speaks gently. "Easy, Leo... what happened?"

"I... I was having a..." His eyes glide across the deck and realization hits him like a ton of bricks. It wasn't a nightmare.

"Leo," Annabeth crouches next to Ara, but she sounds way less chummy. "What is the last thing you remember?"

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noahtally-famous · 10 months

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some Dave family & childhood/adolescence headcanons:

bc I wanna dissect this guy and his mind fr-

(fyi I'm desi (a person of South Asian descent born in another country), and I'm like 99% sure Dave is desi as well, so this is just a note for ppl so y'all are aware that I'm an Indian too! however, if anything at all mentioned below doesn't sound right (and not opinions, though I'd love to hear those too, I mean like actual info) pls lmk!)

uh, also mentions of homophobia, internalized homophobia, and trauma relating to mysophobia

some of these might be subject to change or tweak here and there, but overall, I'm satisfied with what I have!

- his father is a prestigious businessman who was born in Canada—he worked his way from the ground up as his parents (Dave’s grandparents) were immigrants from India; his reputation is everything to him, and he sees his family as a way to enhance said reputation so that he doesn’t lose face.

- his mother is descended from a wealthy family—she likes to say her great-grandfather was a Baron who’d resided on the India-Nepal border—and she was born in London. It was her grandparents (Dave’s great-grandparents) who emigrated from India to the UK. She’s artistic and the lower level of their house is her own studio.

- Dave’s parents marriage was more of an ‘alliance’ than anything. It’s little details that are also glaringly obvious that signified to him that his parents really didn’t love each other in that way—and if they did, it isn’t a priority; things like his mother hyphenating her last name and not fully taking his fathers, the distance in the way they interact, just slight emotional ticks that let him know their love was more of a facade.

- since then, Dave vowed that if he ever found someone, the love they’d share would be real and genuine—ironically, he became a bit of a romantic (okay, a huge romantic). Obv his parents weren’t good role models in the romance department but all those movies he’d watched are!

- anyway back to the family; Dave’s father spent long hours either at the office or traveling for business. Whenever he’s away, their house feels a bit more like a home—his mother unfurls like a flower and her already overprotective nature due to his weak immune system heightens, and Dave let’s himself believe he’s a normal guy in a normal family when this happens.

- but eventually his father returns and the emotional distance ensues, the high expectations, his mother retreating back into her shell, and the reality hits that he just can’t ever be ordinary.

- only one person has brought up the topic of a divorce and it’s his older brother; it’s mentioned half-heartedly too as though he knew she’ll disagree. It’s a funny thing; Dave’s mother does love his father and maybe that feeling is returned, but there’s so much weight and expectations and pressure they’d placed upon themselves that whatever affection is straining.

- his father reacts to this by overworking himself; his mother by retreating.

- (Dave also vowed that him and his lover won’t have a relationship this complicated. It’ll be simple, cliche, normal, and perfect.)

- Dave has Middle Child Syndrome. He has three other siblings and he’s not just the middle kid, but also the kid who doesn’t seem to know what he’s doing (in other words, who doesn’t seem to be able to ‘enhance the family name rep’. He’s just…There.)

- perhaps that’s why he and his father are so distant—more than his siblings are. No matter how hard he tries to impress his father with anything, it goes awry and/or his father never seems to give him more than a curt nod.

- there’s his older sister: she’s graduated from law school, is 25, and is currently an attorney for their fathers business. She goes with him on his business trips, and Dave is so not jealous. She’s strong, bold, and isn’t afraid to look assholes, sexism, and racism in the eye and shoot them down with her words and expressions. She’s like the shield, a mature presence in the siblings’ lives.

- his older brother is second. A double-major in history and business, and 22 years old. At first, he was meant to take on the mantle of their fathers business when the time was right. However, that took a drastic turn when news got out that his brother was fully and utterly homosexual. Naturally the equation in his fathers head was: ‘homosexuality = hate = losing precious reputation’ and the following arguments that spawned between the two of them from this were some of the nastiest. That’s when Dave, listening in keyholes, over banisters, and in other random locations, found out one huge thing: his father is a homophobe.

- (not that that mattered to him. He’s straight, he liked only girls. Right?)

- anyway, their father told his brother to ‘hide his gayness’ and pretend he’s straight. His brother said that’s bullshit and that everything rich ppl do is ‘pretend’. Long story short, his brother moved out. Currently, he lives in Europe and owns an art gallery that his mother sends her artwork to (his father found out abt that once, and that resulting fight was a mess too--but dw she still does it and he can't stop her).

- Dave hates him. He wants to hate him so fucking badly for leaving him behind, for not listening to their dad and pretending to be straight, for being gay in the first place! Bc he and his brother were tight; they were super close and he’s the one guy Dave felt he could rely on and now?? He’s in another damn continent and Dave’s stuck in this suffocating atmosphere and ugh, goddammit he wants to hate him but he can’t bc he’s his brother and he loves him. So yeah. He def has mixed feelings lmao

- (this is also when his internalized homophobia started. He doesn’t care who other ppl love, he just cares who he loves. He’s not making the same mistake his brother did.)

- his younger sister, 14-15 years old, going into high school. Unlike the rest of their siblings, she doesn't want to be bogged down by office work or business drags. With a foot in every sport imaginable and an expert breakdancer, she's already got her sights set on making it professional in the sports category or becoming a famous dancer (maybe both, depending on how good she is, and she is good). She may only be in 9th grade, but words already spread that she's been scouted to go pro. She takes self-defense classes, helps coach soccer and softball for the younger kids during summers, and basically whatever her siblings didn't do in the athletic field, she's making do with flying colors.

- so yeah. After all this, you can see why Dave feels as lost as he does. Whichever way he turns, there's one or more of his siblings achieving great things, and he's just there...doing nothing...not being recognized because he's good at nothing. Just average. At every goddamn thing.

- normally he'd be fine with that, considering that's what ordinary ppl feel and that's what he wants to be, but it goes at odds with the side of him who wants to impress his father, make his mother proud, also stay at the same level as his siblings are.

- he's just so confused, he doesn't know what to do, and he's too scared to take a step forward. He's just some sheltered rich kid who doesn't understand/know cues in society, what good is that?

- onto his childhood/adolescence; boarding schools. That's basically all he's known. And ofc it has to be fancy boarding schools that the parents of other rich kids send them bc despite Dave being so average, his father will be damned if he sends him off to some middle-grade school.

- boarding schools left their own respective impressions on him as well. He used to be made fun of, teased, and even bullied bc rich ppl are nasty and they don't hold back—even to one of their own (especially to one of their own). One stark incident that left a huge mark on him was when he was eleven and his bullies took things a bit too far--you can't put a bunch of kids whose parents are competitive maniacs in a harsh cooperative and/or political world together and expect nothing crazy to happen; this was one of those crazy incidents. Long story short: some older kids took advantage of the fact that Dave has a weak immune system, lots of dirt was involved, a near burying-alive incident, lots of name-calling and taunting, and, as a result, on top of his immune system problems, he developed mysophobia too—which added more to his germaphobic tendencies.

- Whenever he's in a situation similar to the one that triggered this phobia, he falls into a panic. Those first few weeks, months, couple of years, it was horrible; only his siblings (mainly his younger sister and older brother bc his older sister was away a lot) and his best friend at the time would make any headway pulling him out of that trauma. Overtime (and the only time Dave was actively determined to do smth) he forced himself, his mind, his body reactions, to tune in with his thoughts so that if he ever got into a panic, he'd have a greater chance of pulling himself out instead of relying on someone else.

- but yeah. He has mysophobia, is a germaphobe, and has a weak immune system (smth his father considered a weakness) so him asking if smth is unhealthy or dangerous or "of questionable origin" isn't just him being a hypochondriac.

- that wasn't the only thing he went through in boarding schools. But, before we get to that, imma just say after that incident, he learned his lesson—he learned that rich kids are nasty pieces of shit and he's not gonna get anywhere the way he's being right now. So he excels in the art of people-watching, of careful observation that over time just becomes a habit/instinct—scoping out the opposition. He knows who's the assholes, who're worth interacting with, what to do to stay under the radar. Like magic, the lack of bullies dwindles once he starts doing that, and he finds out that everyone rlly does have something to hide—but he's not a blackmailer, he just observes, gives a mental nod, and moves on with his life.

- he often fluctuates with what his father would expect of him, and what he expects from himself; one of them is the lengths to go to stay on top. For example, despite knowing he's not a blackmailer, he'll still hesitate bc it's "what his father would've wanted".

- anyway, he's switched boarding schools twice—the first bc of the dirt incident, the second bc that's when he got his sexual awakening:

- his best friend in that boarding school—the only person he lets loose around—ends up also being someone he, to his horror, gets a crush on. Why horror, you might ask? Simple: his best friend is a guy.

- see: Dave's internalized homophobia. My dude already has fluctuating feelings abt impressing his dad, if he comes out as liking guys, he just knows that's not gonna be well-received. Literally, the one thing he thought wouldn't ever happen does. So he reacts in typical Dave-fashion: he panics, and does what his mum would do: retreat. He basically runs away from the problem lmfao, he ignores his best friend—which he still feels guilty for to a degree bc the one person who accepted him for who he was and supported him, and he just...stomped on him bc of a sexuality crisis lmao. And that's not the worst of it: he actually nails the head in the coffin by asking his dad to switch him to another boarding school bc his roommate is gay. (And yeah, ofc, they were roommates lmao).

- not his best moment, everyone's well aware.

- (and try as he might, his bisexuality (though he doesn't know that he's bisexual yet) isn't "gone" like he hoped it was; it's more so repressed, buried, deep within him, but in a manner that one tilt off-axis will send him spiraling into another sexuality crisis)

- anyway, he's in his third boarding school when he comes across the Total Drama audition flyer online, and decides why the heck not lmao.

- before his younger sister was born, Dave spent most of his early childhood at his aunts place—his mother's younger sister. The utter normalcy of the place compared to what he’s used to astounds little him, and his visits there leave a great impact on him. His aunt, an art teacher at a local school, had a small, modest house filled with sketches, paintings, murals, and the various designs and bright colors were mesmerizing to him. They took him to a world where only colors mattered and nothing else. His aunt doted on him too, and Dave loved spending his days in that house more than his own place.

- Unfortunately, when he was seven, his aunt died—a mundane way to die for a mundane young lady, he couldn’t help thinking; (I'm thinking either getting hit by a car while crossing the street or what is a 'simple viral infection' which turned out to actually be a tumor). As mentioned though, those times left a great impact on him. Made him realize that it is possible to an extent to lead an ordinary life even while connected to such extraordinary. It also made him harbor a love for art—any and all kind of it (except maybe pottery bc it’s messy, as well as the unconventional types like using dirt and the outdoors as tools).

- her death, if I wanna go the tumor route, will emphasize his germaphobic tendencies and his mysophobia. Depending on which road I wanna take, if I do this, the dirt incident at the boarding school won’t have happened, maybe?? not quite sure 🤔

- given all this, it's no wonder he has attachment issues. Usually, he's standoffish, he keeps to himself, he still interacts with ppl but he doesn't trust or get close to ppl easily. But when he does, when he finds someone who he actually vibes with, he sorta just...latches to them bc of this worry that they might leave him, or the other shoe will drop, or smth bad will happen to them. Basically, it's hard for him to let go. He's capable of it, but it's difficult for him to process—heightened depending on how strong the bond is with the other person.

- being ordinary is the center point of this guy's persona—his core existence. it's why when he auditioned for Total Drama, he's labeled as "A Normal Guy". He didn't mention anything abt his family and if he had to, it was the bare minimum; no one knows who his parents are, who he's connected to, they just know him as a germaphobic average joe.

bonus stuff:

- for his last name, I'm thinking Jha??? idk I rlly like it and I think it suits him.

- vegetarian, due to his cultural background.

- hates horror movies, he's the guy to cling onto your hand or arm if you're watching one with him, and def the type to scream at the jump scares and then curse up a storm.

- gore is a no. it's too messy and makes his stomach twist; same with zombies bc uh...the effects are basically overkill for him. (Shawn dared him during one of their scavengings that if he won the show, Dave would watch a bit of The Walking Dead with him. Rip Dave lmao.)

- he can tolerate horror and gory movies, btw, he just doesn't prefer it.

- I've this standing silly hc that he and Noah are family friends; as a desi, let me tell you, we've a lot of family friends lmao. The opposites of his and Noah's home lives only serve to prove that it is possible to lead a normal life where your emotions aren't secondary to the public.

- despite leading a variety of lives, Dave and his siblings are pretty close! When they were little, they used to have tree-climbing contests, which is why, even if his arms might look chickeny, his legs are pretty strong stamina-wise. They might be more distant now with a lot more differences between them, but they're capable of standing together when need be.

- speaks English and Hindi; due to his upbringing, he's fluent in several other languages too.

- obv closet disaster bi; his main fear is someone will find out and his sexuality will be exposed on international television

- likes to garden, but only if he's wearing gardening gloves; he also feels productive when doing so bc it makes him feel strong tackling the dirt to let beautiful plants grow—like facing his fears to let smth else grow there instead. He has several potted plants in his house.

- while he seems standoffish and 'colder' at first, ironically, he also has the tendency to get emotional easily. Especially when it comes to rejection—he's not very good at handling that. Basically he's a mix of nervousness and distant—he can be quick to judge, especially when it comes to ppl who have different quirks like Beardo and Leonard.

- he learned coding bc that’s what his dad wanted him to do. All he got from his father was the usual ‘curt nods’ so he thinks he’s just average at it. Whenever his dad gives him one of those nods, Dave just assumes that means he’s not particularly exceptional at whatever it is he’s currently doing—even if that may not be the case.

- the attachment issues and emotional detachment of his family are one of the main reasons for his snarky self-aware yet also lack of self-awareness (and, at times, rude) personality; I want to say it's like a shield--the snarkiness, I mean--but it's also basically an ingrained habit.

- doesn't like being called David. his father (and his mother, oftentimes) tend to call him that, and hearing the name reminds him of them and the expectations and pressure and everything he cannot be. He much prefers Dave.

#i do have names for his siblings that I'll add if I feel like it (and if this is well-received)#oh what the heck jaydha gabriel and viola are their names lmao #I think...that might be subject to change but I like them so far #im 10k words into writing a skylett (with a side of dashawn) oneshot when I decided it's high-time to jot down my notes for this guy lmao #the random things I decide to do instead of being productive and finishing a oneshot smh #td dave #total drama #kit speaks #noahtally-famous #kit stuff #td #tdpi #total drama pahkitew island #this is just a silly little thing I wanted to post bc I love dissecting dave like hello this guy's mind?? def worth looking through

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crowhyun · 2 years

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When You Give a Mouse a Cookie…

best friend!felix x reader smut (minor boyfriend!yeonjun x reader)

— Yeonjun gets curious about the times you and Felix slept together and decides you ask you how it happened.

Genre: smut, just best friends fucking :D

Warnings: unprotected sex, pulling out method, vaginal intercourse, whiny Felix, slight comedic themes, both Felix and reader are just horny atp, mentions of an open relationship, it’s quite quick

Words: 2.2k

AN: I advise you to read “Hard Catch” before reading this so you can completely understand. I wrote this quick asf bcs I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. There will be more of this topic to come…

"So..." Yeonjun started, taking off his jacket as he stepped into your apartment. You looked at him expectantly, feeling like what he was going to say next wasn't normal in the least. "I was wondering for a few days now..."

"Wondering about what?" You tilted your head.

"This might sound weird, but..." He hesitated before he shook his head. "Nevermind, it doesn't matter. How was work?"

"Wait, no, I'm really curious now." You said. "You can't just start saying it and then stop." You pulled at his sleeve and pouted.

"Well, I was gonna ask about...you and Felix." He said.

You paused. "...me and Felix what?" You asked, gulping. Hopefully he didn't ask about what Felix had told him the other day. That would be too embarrassing to talk about.

He sighed, figuring he'd get straight to the point. "How did you and Felix sleep together? Like...why?"

"Oh fuck, I knew it." You frowned. "Can we not talk about that?"

"No, I'm not mad or jealous or anything." He said. "I'm just curious." He scratched the back of his neck and you examined him, looking for any hints of anger. Usually, boyfriends would not want to even know about past...lovers? Well, you and Felix were never really lovers, it was just a one time thing. Until it happened again. Just a two time thing and never again.

Once you made sure it was just curiosity, you gave in. "Okay...I guess I'll tell you." You thought back to the day it first happened. It wasn't a shameful or embarrassing day, rather, it was quite a good memory to look back on.

You and Felix sat on the couch in complete silence as you did one of your favorite activities together, which was watching movies. The sun had set hours ago, and the only light was the one radiating from the television. It was the weekend, so you nor Felix had work in the morning, thus creating the idea of having a sleepover. With the plan of moving from the couch to the floor once it was time to sleep, you guys had already made a cute little fort in front of the TV to save for later.

Felix laughed at a funny scene of the romance, clutching onto the plushy that you ahad given him. You rolled your eyes at how corny the movie was at times, but you couldn't help but laugh.

Laugher soon turned into silence again once the movies started to get a little heated. The scene started with the main couple bursting through the door of their house and immediately attaching thier lips together in intense passion. Your raised your eyebrows and leaned in with interest as they started taking off their clothes. In no time, they were on the bed, and their bodies moved together roughly as the man thrusted inside of her. Of course the movie wouldn't know hte most intimate parts, save for a flash of her breasts or a flash of his butt.

Erotic moans filled the room, and you kind of wanted to turn the TV down so it wouldnt be as awkward. Felix was the one who loved having the volume high, anyway. You clenched your thighs together, surprised at the tingling you felt in between your legs. You hoped that Felix hadn't notice. Turning to look beside you, you saw that he was engrossed in the scene, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as his mouth watered. You saw how the plushy was conveniently placed between his legs, shielding you from what could be a possible boner.

You felt awkward, but you didn't know why. Felix was your best friend for a few years now, you should be fine with watching a sex scene in front of him. Maybe the awkwardness was placed in the way you were absolutely dripping, and you had hoped you wouldnt soak through both your panties and your shorts.

Once the sex scene finally ended, you let out a breath you didn't know you'd been holding.

"Well that was...eventful." Felix chuckled, and you almost gasped at how you felt a gush of slick escape from you at his low voice. What the hell? This has never happened before. He's your best friend, you shouldn't be reacting this way because of his voice of all things.

"Yeah..." You chuckled nervously, throat dry. None of you spoke again until the movie ended, but the sex scene was still on your mind.

"What time is it?" Felix asked.

"Uh..." You checked your phone. "Almost 3 am."

"What?" Felix's eyes widened. "We should probably go to sleep."

"Yeah, I think so too." You said. You couldn't get over how awkward the air felt, something that didn't happen often between you and Felix. The two of you silently moved down to he floor where your little nest of blankets and pillows were. You noticed how Felix kept the plushy in the same place, and you were definitely suspicious about it. Yet, you didn't say anything, getting comfortable under the blankets.

You were a bit further from Felix than you would've liked to be. Everytime the both of you had a sleepover, you'd have no problem cuddling with him, but now it didn't seem like the right time to do so.

Thirty minutes passed of you just laying on your back in the dark, staring at the ceiling and still wanting some friction down there. You thought that Felix was fast asleep by now until you heard him speak.

"(Y/N)? You awake?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"Oh." He said. "Have you...have you ever had sex before?"

You were surprised at the sudden question and you didn't answer for a second. "Y-yeah, of course. Have you?"

"Yeah." He said. Then there was an awkward silence. Why did he just ask you that? Now you felt even weirder. "Can I be honest with you?" He asked.

"Mhm."

"I have a boner." He said. "From that one scene. And it hurts."

"Oh." If only he could see your face now. You were baffled. But at the same time, you didn't feel really ashamed to say, "Me too...I-I'm not hard, obviously, I'm just...y'know."

"Yeah, I get it." He hummed. "Would it be weird if I just started jacking off right now?"

You couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, kinda." He then laughed, and everything felt light hearted now, you didn't feel awkward anymore. But you couldn't stop thinking about the plushy situated in between his legs, possibly giving him relief by rubbing down his clothed hard-on. Maybe you could help him relieve some of his pain? It's what friends are meant to do, right? Help out their friends so they don't feel pain. "Felix...I...I could help you out if you want."

It took him a few seconds to answer. "R-really? It wouldn't be too awkward?"

"Not if you make it awkward." You said. "We're both needy. Let's help each other out...but as friends, of course."

"Well then...I won't oppose to that." He gulped, removing the plushie from between his legs. You bit your lip, barely able to see him in the dark, but you could see bits and pieces from the light of the moon. He sat up, facing you and you did the same. "You sure about this? I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"I'm the one who asked, of course I'm sure." You snickered, pussy throbbing for some action.

"Okay..." He said, a hesitant hand sliding from your bent knee to your thigh, and you moved closer to him. His hand moved up to your waist and the both of you leaned into a soft kiss. As expected, his lips were soft and plump, slightly wet from him licking his lips before hand. The kiss was short and the two of you looked at each other once more before diving in again, this time, this kiss was more heavy, heads tilting to deepen it. Felix got closer to you, and in no time, your bodies were pressed together, hands roaming and groping at each other.

You parted from the kiss in order to take your shirt off, throwing it somewhere else. After it was off Felix wasted no more time to kiss you again, sliding his tongue into your mouth. Your saliva mixed with his as you grabbed onto his shoulders and made out. He reached behind you to unhook your bra, letting the straps fall down your shoulders, revealing your naked torso to him. He grabbed your boobs, fondling them in his hands and teasing your nipples. You moaned into the kiss and Felix slowly pushed into you so that your back would meet with the blankets on the floor. You spread your legs so that he could place his body in between them. Once his bulge made contact with your covered slit, he groaned deeply, grinding down just once before he sat up on his knees and quickly pulled down his pants, his cock springing up and hitting his stomach.

"Felix!" You gasped.

"What?"

"You weren't wearing underwear this whole time?" You giggled.

"Underwear is constricting, I only wear it when I have to." He replied, hovering over you. "How do you like it?"

"Whatever way you want." You said. "I can take anything."

With that, he sunk his cock into you, groaning at the feel of it. The slight stretch had you cringing but it was fine when he delivered his first thrust into you. You bit your lip as he started to steadily thrust into you, him not wanting to wait any longer.

You were so incredibly wet, each thrust sounded like sticky wetness. Looking up at Felix, he seemed so lost in the feeling of your tight pussy surrounding him. You clenched down hard on his cock, making him accidentally thrust hard into you, a high pitched whine coming from him. He blushed in embarrassment, but couldn't hide how good that felt, and neither could you. He started thrusting into you at a faster pace, his whines filling the room.

"Fuck, Felix, that feels so good." You moaned, clutching onto his arms.

"I'm not gonna last long," He cried. "I wanna cum so bad." His eyes rolled out the back of his head and you didn't know what was more satisfying; the fast paced drag of his cock in your walls, or the whines he made along with it. You had never seen him in this state and it turned you on like no other.

You clenched around him again and he whined even louder, dropping his head down to your shoulder.

"You're doing so good," You moaned into his ear, scratching your nails down his back. You reached down in between your bodies to rub at your clit, needing just a bit more of a push to cum. That plus the way he was rocking into you had you cumming within seconds, a gasp leaving your throat as you came around his cock.

"Fuck!" He cried out, quickly pulling out and yanking on his cock, rope after rope of cum squirting on your belly. It took him a while to calm down after his orgasm, his hips twitching forward, cock slowly softening as his breathing returned back to normal. You bit your lip, wanting to see what he looked like while overstimulated, but you weren't sure it was the right time for that. He looked down at your cum covered stomach, and although it was hot, he gave you an apologetic smile. "Sorry 'bout that." He giggled.

"It's fine." You said. "I kinda like it."

"Oh do you?" He couldn't help but give you a teasing smile. "I'll keep that in mind."

"You seem to be enjoying that memory quite a lot." Yeonjun said, snapping you out of your daze as you explained what had happened. You didn't say every detail, of course, since you were too embarrassed, but you told him how the two of you got to that point.

"I-it's not like I enjoy it, I w-was just-"

"No, it's fine if you enjoyed it." He smiled, and you pouted. "If you ever wanted to, y'know...do it again...I wouldn't mind."

Your eyes widened as you looked at him in disbelief. "Even though we're dating?"

"(Y/N). I'm 400 years old. My way of dating isn't really...conventional, I'd say." He said, leaning towards you. "I know you liked fucking Felix. I won't have a problem if you two do it again. Besides, Felix doesn't seem so bad."

"So...basically, this is like an open relationship?" You asked hesitantly. You definitely didn't have a problem with that, but you wanted to see how far Yeonjun was willing to go.

"If you could call it that, yes." He shrugged. "If you're...comfortable with that."

"I am." You said quickly, maybe a bit too quickly, causing Yeonjun to laugh. "Are you?"

"Of course."

You nodded, a shy smile coming across your face. None of your past partners have ever allowed this to happen, so this was new to you. The ideas that surrounded your mind were plentiful, but there was no one else you wanted to get involved with other than Yeonjun and Felix.

#ficscafe #stray kids felix #stray kids smut #felix smut #felix x reader #txt yeonjun #yeonjun x reader

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monkberries · 11 months

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I would only ever admit this on anon but…. I just don't find Paul and Linda that romantic? Like I know they were both happy with what they had so my retroactive opinion is just unnecessary bullshit, but sometimes I see people point to them as the ideal couple and I just don't really "get it". To me Paul and Linda are a pretty textbook example of someone with very powerful anxious attachment (Paul) finding someone with a deep-seated need to please/satisfy others (Linda) and their emotional pathologies feeding on each other until it creates a symbiotic balance. (And btw I don't blame or judge either of them in the slightest, or consider them to be "toxic", bc anxious attachment is an involuntary reaction to severe abandonment trauma and emotional neglect that a person very much does not choose to experience, and excessive self sacrifice is very common in women esp from a certain generation and also not something to demonize.) And if that symbiotic balance was a positive thing to them then it really is wonderful and should be celebrated as a positive relationship. And yet... when I hear stuff about Linda getting 2-3 hours of sleep a night because she was taking care of the farm, the kids, the house, and providing support to Paul in his musical career, it grates on me that so many people think this is ideal. It's not *bad*, btw -- if that's what people want they should go for it! I just wonder if it should be *aspired* to. But, again, they were happy with each other, and that's more than I can say for my own relationships. And I know I definitely lean too hard to the "I can take care of myself" side of things, so I should probably take a few steps back and give them the benefit of the doubt. I might just not recognize their idea of happiness bc it doesn't suit me personally, and that's no reason to judge them. Still, when I hear stuff like "they never voluntarily spent a night apart" I just think holy shit that's some pathologically anxious and paranoid attachment. (And yet… I know someone irl who says they only believe love is real bc of Paul and Linda. So clearly there's a certain magic here I'm not picking up on.)

I love this, anon, and thank you for telling me. I feel similarly in that I am so independent as to be pretty near hermit-like, so spending every night with someone for 30 years sounds like an absolute nightmare to me. Whatever worked for them, I guess.

The whole "never spent a night apart" thing does ring faint "hmm is this healthy?" alarm bells. It actually also reminds me a little bit of the way my father (a pastor) and other male pastors we knew would work when they had to meet with women alone. They would never drive them anywhere alone, there always needed to be someone else in the building if they were in the office together, door open, so on and so on. It was to keep any impropriety from going on. I wonder if there was a similar antiquated vibe in Paul and Linda's relationship, where he made sure to spend every night with her (or she made sure of it?) so as to assure each other no funny business was going on.

Or I dunno, maybe it was just a nice relationship and they really did like each other that much.

#panda #anonymous

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winter-parrot · 6 months

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went and saw the les mis nat tour. thought i maybe wouldn't cry so much this time, was wrong. having lots of thoughts and feelings. i'm gonna dump them here in whatever tangle they come out in because i want to document some of it while it is still Fresh.

act 1

did not expect the prologue (esp on parole) to hit me that hard. i almost cried and that was when i knew i was in for it tonight.

there were!! little brick moments esp in the prologue!!! that i really loved!!!

valjean stealing a coin from a kid. this has to be a petit gervais reference even it it came early during on parole instead of the brick-accurate what have i done

baptistine and mme. magloire were there with myriel!

fauchelevent got his leg wrecked by the cart and specifically had to be carried off, which doesn't feel like a detail i've seen often

the entire town coming out with pitchforks to see valjean arrested was A Lot.

they didn't do the parole slip rip-to-the-beat thing!! they just did one (1) at the end i miss it.

they gave?? most of the factory girls solo over to the foreman??? that was a weird choice

they made fantine's firing more personal for valjean, mainly by having her try to talk to him and be brushed aside during the factory fight. valjean also paused to look back before he walked offstage. i dislike this.

lovely ladies was so brutal. oh my god. i felt her degradation and despair in the lovely ladies descent a lot more viscerally than i usually do. and but god i wanted to punch bamatabois so bad. good work to the actor, but fuck that guy

tiny tiny nit but they kept saying monsieur mayor which was driving me nuts. pick a langaug dammit!

runaway cart continues to feel choppy bc of all the lines they cut out of it.

it's not by the face, it's not by the voice, no, it's by the lifting that you recognize a man. this will always be funny to me.

there was!! a french flag!!! flying over the courtroom scene!!! it had words on them but i couldn't see all of it. the middle looked like egalite as you'd expect, but the far right was justice?? fraternite seems like a weird one to replace with justice, so maybe the whole thing was different? I couldn't even see the left where liberte would go bc of the stage lights.

little cosette was so good. oh sweet child you desrve all the hugs.

surprisingly managed to mostly enjoy master of the house. hated the opening more than i ever have before, specifically watching the audience laugh at mme thenardier abusing cosette. i realize it's not entirely the audience's fault, the show is absolutely playing it for laughs, but the ick was high today.

i will never not find show me where you live funny

look down broke in while jvj and cosette were stil having their sweet moment. idk if it was intentional but it felt very ominous and it worked

oh god gavroche was so tiny. i've never seen a gavroche feel so viscerally young, with all the invincible courage and rashness and childness bravado. i almost cried when he first appeared just because he was so small and so young and i knew what was coming.

i did a lot of crying in not-technically-sad scenes because i knew what was coming. oh god.

gavroche seemed to have a bit of hero-worship of enjolras, a la his relationship to bahorel in the book. this did become relevant in the most painful way that i feared.

i love enjolras's red waistcoat in look down

on the topic of enjo's costuming, i make fun of him for being half naked a lot. but i realized today that all the students are fully dressed (buttoned up, waistcoat + cravat, jacket) in act 1 but end up at more-or-less enjo level of (un)dress on the barricade.

is?? state of (un)dress being used as a visual shorthand for revolutionary fervour???

i think??? enjo almost got arrested after the look down scene. i missed the actual onset but i looked back towards him to find an officer waving a truncheon menacingly in his face, so.

in my life felt very ick!! which is not what was expecting. mostly it's the staging where cosette is trapped inside the courtyard pushing out at the bars, valjean comes in, unlocks the door for himself, and then locks the two of them back in. it brought back beeblemis trauma honestly.

(obligatory???) acknowledgment that vlajean does kind of become cosette's jailor in the brick, but the musical doesn't really have the room for that kind of nuance. not when we see so little of them.

courf just?? randomly grabbed a gun at the from nowhere?? at the end of red and black???

enjolras then shouted to the streets! raising said gun right before do you hear the people sing. this isn't the baricades yet!! this is a demonstrably bad choice like one (musical) day before your planned rebellion. especially if he's already been almost arrested. boy, what are you thinking???

i miss the revolve. they had to do some weird snaky maneuvers to keep marching without walking off stage. it looked stupid honestly.

garoche & enjolras's deaths area also elevated by the revolve imho

also the barricade revolve is just cool

oh god how am i not at the end of act 1 yet.

the one day more overlapping medley at the end felt werid disjointed and i'm not sure why?

one day more also made me cry not bc the song itself is particualrly sad but i couldn't stop thinking in one day more most of you will be dead which was. heartbreaking.

okay now i'm done act 1

act 2

i have less to say about act 2 i mostly just cried a lot

the tragedy of on my own really struck me, i think bc eponine felt more defiant?? like more angry about her fate, less lovestruck.

i cried at now we pledge ourselves to hold this barricade. more anticipatory grief knowing what was coming.

enj felt like a very good leader which i always appreciate. i love him, my boy.

javert's uncovering felt so violent in a way that i'm not used to seeing on stage. they fought. several times. it was very physical and tense.

also gavroche was so fucking proud and i was so fucking proud of him too and so fucking sad.

the audience laughed at now hat i know that you love... me as well which was. weird??? is that normally a laugh spot???

a little fall of rain wrecked me, partly for eponine's death, but partly for gavroche showing up just in time to see her die. musical gave no indication of their relation but i know and i was sad.

the progression from they will see the people rise to the people too must rise to the people have not stirred. god!!! this is not new but it did strike me anew today!!

courfeyrac??? told valjean well done, sir and like banged his gun against the barricade as a gesture of respect/praise??? that was weird on so many levels. idk where that came from.

i started crying near the end of bring him home and basically did not stop for the rest of act 2. only lessened in intensity at times.

grantaire's verse in drink with me was very belligerent and enjo was not putting up with it. i'm used to seeing this as a moment for enjo to comfort/soothe r (at least in the last ~10 years of productions) but this enjo was not fucking having it. it was more hostile than comforting. gavroche ran off to comfort r after.

oh my god gavroche's death. sans revolve they obviously couldn't show him on the other side of the barricade. so we just hear some shots, and then he throws the ammo over, and then he gets to the top of the barricade -- and then he gets shot down, right into enjo's arms. he then gets passed to grantaire, who stands there holding him for the entire lead up to the final battle.

enjolras was?? the first to die??? he ran up to the top of the barricade not to shoot but to wave the red flag, and then was the first to get shot down. then the rest of the amis in the standard cross-beam of spotlights thing. and then, last of all, grantaire puts down gavroche, runs up to the peak where enjo died, and is shot.

i'm not exactly upset about grantaire getting that moment, but him getting it alone -- esp after enjolras was the first to die -- felt like a weird choice.

the oboe solo pause after the final battle continues to be my downfall

thenardier says [God's] as dead as the stiffs at my feet while standing over marius. i have yet to decide if this is an intentional staging choice as commentary on "God may look dead but he's alive, i promise" or just a coincidence

they dropped valjean's there is a life to save line, no idea why

javert was so unhinged during his suicide. he was waving a pistol around for the first half and i briefly but genuinely feared they were going to restage his suicide to be by gun. thankfully it was an unfounded fear.

the candles are still my undoing!!!! i knew exactly what was coming when they brought them out during turning and yet. and yet. the simultaneous blowing out made me bawl.

side note, ghost!grantaire and enjolras appeared flanking gavroche and my first thought was are they his parents now??

dear god please do not let them parent anybody. they're bad enough individually but as a pair??? unthinkable.

i almost laughed during valjean's confession bc all i could think was ahh yiss story time with papa. i was still crying but it did not stop me from snorting.

can we cut that weird opening to beggar at the feast. you know the one.

this one's a jew is more ick than usual given current events

tacking on i might try it too after this one's a queer does not, in fact, make it gay liberation!!! it just makes it gross!!!

you've already cut so many lines from this show, why is this bit still here

take it away and give me back the i remember eponine lines in the same damn song!!!!

i think that's all for act 2??? even if it it's itls fucking late and this post has exceeded 2k words so fuck it.

general notes

i can trace the 2012 movie influences in places, that was unexpected

splashing waves as the opening imagery of work song

were the msurm factory uniforms always that blue?

did fantine's death always have that white curtain?

fantine spitting on valjean was a hathaway thing, wasn't it?

gavroche gets to keep his this is the land that fought for liberty line! i'm torn about this bc i love those lines but also this is my school, my high society bit was good too

the harmony at the end of red and black!!!! it was like my favourite music change for the move i love that they kept it

entire master of the house scene staging felt very movie-ish, just in the ~vibes~ of it

nose boops!! valjean boops cosette like four times i'm p sure that's a movie popularization

actor / character interpretation thoughts

valjean was good! i liked him better in the first act 24601/madeleine side than on the act 2 fauchlevent side, but still good

fantine was angry and i liked that.

thenardiers were mostly good. weird that they made mme obviously lust over other people??

marius was fun! good balance of earnest lovable genuine and idiot himbo booby.

did not like cosette. this is the first time i've actively disliked a portrayal of cosette and it was a big pity. the musical does enough infantalizing of adult!cosette already, i really did not need the actress to play that up.

mixed opinions about javert. honestly i think he's a fine musical javert i just like my book javert too much. obsessed with jvj, openly defiant to madeleine, very Godly, that kind of thing. but his voice was good and his suicide was extremely unhinged in a good way.

i fucking adored enjolras. he felt older?? which is not exactly the right vibe but it came with the right vibe of authority and calm that i super super appreciated. also he sounded beautiful and his hair was a glorious mane of curls.

grantaire is a delightful garbage bastard man.

i've already talked about gavroche but god gavroche!!!

courfeyrac kept catching my eye in both good ways and bad. kind of felt like he became ami #3? (after enjo and marius, per the musical). very often on enjolras's left, the first to seize a gun, the first to praise jvj on "killing" valjean (that was weird, what was that), etc etc.

song list in playbill was not incorrect but kind of weird. notable mentions:

the entirety of prologue was just listed as prologue

both what have i done and javert's suicide were just listed as soliloquy (not even x's soliloquy)

confrontation wasn't listed at all?? i'd think it was folded into come to me, odd as that seems, except that just has fantine and valjean listed.

drink with me became drink with me to days gone by???

all the little bits and pieces of song missing was expected, but seeing none of the battles listed at all felt a little weird. not even the final battle.

the spotlights on stage were mostly yellow/warm white, except for when someone died/was near death, where they got bright cold white spotlights. except javert -- he got the cold white spotlight in stars, too, and in one day more.

was this an intentional choice to make a statement about javert??

was this just an accidental coincidence??

did other non-dying people get the white spotlight too and i just didn't notice??

#les mis #oh god this got so long #2100 words.. help...#i had to go back and update several times bc the wordcount is making tumblr editor unusable on my browser rn #and i was afraid of losing 2k words #so i had to write and save in chunks #did you know there's a 4096 character-per-block limit???#i sure didn't until today #if anyone wants to Talk To Me about this PLEASE DO #sylvie says

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hibernationsuit · 7 months

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Hello i arrive back 🕺 for the unplanned variable meme: #2 :D also #20 and #15 pls :3c <3 nyehehe

omg aaaa thank uuu <3

2. What are their attributes, perks, and flaws?

Attributes:

Below Average Strength

Average Dexterity

Very high Intelligence (the critical damage buff 🥰)

Good Perception

High Charm

Good Temperament

in other words this guy's all brains no muscles (yet still beats up ppl w/ a tossball stick)

Perks: omg long list bc sc edition allows u to choose all so i'll just write the ones that fit him or ones i always pick: toughness, slow the world, the negotiator (i always think about rac: a crack in time bc of this one btw), strider, cheetah, high maintenance, precision, Nietzsche's reward, resilient, quick and the dead, run and gun, the reaper, scanner, snake oil salesman, soliloquy, harvester, steady hand, confidence, armor master, don't go dyin' on me!, boom, headshot!

Flaws:

Guilt-ridden

Drug addiction

Smoke addiction

i also think he'd have a frost weakness </3

15. How do the companion quests go?

first things first: you have no idea how happy he is that he can help them solve their problems btw </3 people pleaser ^ 2

Max: do u have any idea how many times Tobias had to hold himself from not leaving him in the middle of nowhere bc of all the OSI things he kept talking abt in the beginning? he's had his share of ppl using religion to control ppl back on Earth already and he's not having it here </3 BUT he also realizes that Max himself is a victim and maybe, Maybe helping him out will make him realize what's up. Their relationship got a bit rocky on Monarch after the Fallbrook scene (he managed to talk Max out of killing the guy btw), and even worse bc he got...tired...of how Max was talking to Iconoclasts, specifically to Huxley after she hurt her leg. This led to a small "fight" btwn them (away from the others' eyes obviously) and he was like...ready to say that they're going different ways after Scylla. WELL then they go to Scylla (almost right away after the fight) and learn the truth abt Max + finally solve his problems. Tobias feels Really Bad abt how he acted :( They become v close friends in the end (and also have a unofficial "got practically disowned" club)

Ellie: This was a funny and short one and they mostly just had fun in the second half of the quest. As for the visit at Ellie's parents' house? That reminded him a lot of his own mother & step-father </3

Nyoka: Helping with this one was hard for Tobias tbh. Not because the task themselves were hard but because he was constantly concerned about Nyoka's wellbeing (especially after they found in Emerald Vale). Once they killed the mantiqueen, he though that she should keep the amulets to remember the good things from the past <3 Every now and then he would ask her to tell some funny stories about CHARON, she seems to enjoy talking about the good things.

Felix: "What would you do if a long lost friend contacted you suddenly" "Idk man, freak out? they're all on Earth :(" "oh yeah sorry" is one of my favorite conversations btw. ANYWAY. He knew Harlow wasn't being honest the moment they arrived to his base. He's been on Scylla and seen the ship wrecks, and some notes left from their old crews. The outlaws they saw there have to have some kind of a leader. He still decided not to say anything about it, especially to Felix, and went to meet this guy. He agreed to do what Harlow wanted, but decided to find out what actually happened, and finally voices his concern regarding Harlow to Felix. Felix doesn't know what to think but decided to go with the plan. They go to the Groundbreaker, then to Emerald Vale, where they find the guy Harlow's looking for and ask him to tell what happened. The guy tells that Harlow's working for the Board and that he has evidence. They believe him and decide to let him live. After that they go right away back to Harlow, get the evidence and confront Harlow. They talk about it and Harlow attacks them bc clearly they're not on their side. They manage to win :') I personally think that since Felix is clearly not doing well, they go back to the ship and make a self care night for him to show that he's cared abt and that he deserves better friends.

Parvati: first things first: he was so happy to help with this aaaAAAA oh my god. imagine being able to help someone ask the love of their life out for a date when u had the same problems </3 Anyway. So, after that one letter makes Parvati feel bad, they go to the Lost Hope, where he advices her to choose wine bc he heard it's good. She tells what's wrong and asks what to drink next & he just advices her to choose water sjdjjfjfdj That was a good choice tbh. Then they do all the tasks for the date (they pick the mock apple basket btw) and finally when they get to Byzantium everything's complete. Parvati & Junlei have an amazing date and Tony is so happy for them <3

20. How did those cows get onto their ship??

ADA herself takes these orders and uses it to make fun of Tobias <3

unplanned variable asks

#asks #oc: tobias

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rahleeyah · 1 year

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So I read a lot of fic lol and one of the things I find so funny is that authors either write that Liv still can’t cook a thing and still gets takeout for everything or they’ll say she had to learn for Noah’s sake and now she’s actually a decent cook. (And as someone who now lives alone and had to grow up and figure some shit out and has actually gotten pretty good at cooking now if I do say so myself it really isn’t that hard so I’m usually team liv figured out how to use her kitchen for Noah’s sake)

Anyways I always have this head canon (that I’ve never wrote out but maybe I should) that when liv got Noah she got a phone call from Nick’s abuelita who was like “my Nicky tells me you have a baby and you cannot cook anything” 😂 and then Liv goes to her house and learns how to cook. And probably Barba’s mom and Mrs. Carisi teach her some things too cuz I want to believe they shared more time together than could be shown on screen.

Anyways I’m thinking about this mainly because there’s been some fics from Mrs. McCann’s POV and obvs she’s an excellent cook. And that’s not to say liv doesn’t get takeout often I’m sure she still does but I mean she’s also an adult with a child I’m sure she learned how to make some meals😂

You mention food a lot regarding svu and how it was nice in 1.0 when the characters sat down to meals together and how it made them very human which I totally agree with so I was wondering if u had any thoughts?

Have a great day!! Happy L&O Thursday!! ❤️

I love this so much thank you friend!!

So the thing is like. 1.0 Liv doesn't ever cook, it's established there's no food in her fridge, she's always getting delivery. There's a scene early in s13-14 where she is actively trying to cook at home when Nick brings her bad news and she throws her half cooked dinner in the sink, as if she no longer has the strength to keep trying (or as if she no longer thinks she deserves it, but that's another post). By s15 she is throwing dinner parties, of the manic kind (@calliopecantaloupes being of course the expert on the trauma response dinner parties). When Noah is going thru his particularly unbearable phase we see Olivia actually making dinner for him and trying to get him to eat his vegetables.

So my theory is that Liv always knew how to cook in theory, but never spent the time on it in practice. When you're just cooking for one delivery is so fucking easy, and she's barely ever home, why bother? I live alone and I love to cook and I'm pretty good at it and I know a lot about it and I cook once a week on Sundays and heat up leftovers or order in every other night of the week. It's not lack of knowledge that held her back, it was lack of need. She just didn't have to.

Now we know Cassidy cooks, at least a little, and cooking with someone is a special kind of intimacy, and I like to think he taught her some recipes. But then he's gone. But then she has a baby.

And Olivia is devoted to being a Good Mom. She sings to Noah she's working with him on his speech she's buying him all the little toys and outfits and trying so fucking hard. I absolutely think Liv started to cook more - not learn to, bc she already knew how, but started to actually do it - bc she had a child and feeding her child is important emotionally and practically.

But she took the boy to get shake shack this season, she is not above a return to her old ways lol

But I love your thought bc I love the idea of all these older women who are tangentially connected to Liv - Nick's mom even looks after Noah! - taking her under their wing and I love the idea of Noah growing up in this rich and varied quasi family with influences from multiple cultures/traditions, not being any one thing but being deeply loved.

But I do think Elliot can't really cook (beyond one or two set meals like spaghetti or whatever) and if I see one more fic that treats cacio e pepe like it's a fancy complex dish that Elliot "learned" how to cook while he was in Italy I am going to start biting people

#anonymous #e.o asks #s.vu

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