#listen I know I need a beta but nobody wants to beta my things so I'm left all alone wiith my fics and I try my hardest :(

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM LIFE IS STRANGE, SEASON 1 *  assorted dialogue, suggested by ismelodrama, adjust as necessary

everything is a picture waiting for be taken.

you're just jealous of me because i actually do the things you can't.

are you hiding something?

i'm sick of your disrespect. tell me the truth!

i don't want to fight with you anymore. i don't want to fight with anyone anymore.

i was eating those beans!

how the hell did you know about that photo?

always take the shot. my number one rule of photography.

you just don't listen, do you?

there's something weird going on with you.

you've only been here for three weeks and you're already causing conflict.

after this week, you are certainly not a little kid anymore.

not now. i'm contemplating shit.

are you fucking kidding me? this is major bullshit!

i didn't have all the evidence at the time.

we all make decisions we regret.

i'm not gonna make any excuses for my behavior.

i'd put stephen hawking against picasso any day.

it sucks to be dragged into the spotlight.

nobody believes me anyway.

you're exactly the kind of soldier i'd want by my side in a war.

why the hell not?

i almost asked you to hang out.

you should have asked me.

maybe we're too much alike.

i don't believe anything you say. you're full of shit.

eat a dick, [name].

i'll be in the tardis getting my delorean ready.

since you're the mysterious superhero... i'll be your faithful chauffeur and companion.

you don't know who the fuck i am or who you're messing around with.

where'd you get that? what are you doing? come on, put that thing down!

don't ever tell me what to do! i'm so sick of people trying to control me!

so you can't help me?

i told you before that i'll always believe you.

i may be a pest but... i'm a good listener.

you're the bravest person i've ever known.

for every action, there's a reaction.

i'm trying. but you have to understand my position.

i know i can be a pain in the ass... and you've always treated me like a person, not a beta nerd.

why do you want all your friends to die?

oh i see. i'm not important to you anymore.

nobody lectures me. everybody tries though.

do not analyze me! i pay people for that.

hey, that's total slander!

you don't know shit about my father, or me.

you're all fucked!

everybody hates me.

[name]... it's me. i just wanted to say i'm sorry.

i truly am sorry for being such a bastard.

you would have been cool to hang out with.

you might as well choose me.

i'm not perfect, okay?

you have talent, [name].

you don't have to push people out of your way.

thanks for admitting again that i have some talent.

do you think it's, like, fate we're not supposed to be friends?

nobody says we have to be friends.

everybody lies. no exceptions.

i came for all of you.

i'm in a nightmare and i can't wake up.

no wonder they call it a "web." nothing can ever get out.

i wish i could go back in time and erase everything.

just tell me you do have the photograph.

now shut up and listen.

i'm not a real scientist.

i was just happy just being your friend.

[name], i'm so sorry you had to go through all that.

i don't think i can concentrate on going out to the movies.

everybody pretends to care until they don't.

even angels need angels, [name].

i might be naive, but i feel their struggle.

why did you stop me from jumping?

this shit pit has taken everyone i've ever loved.

when a door closes, a window opens... or something like that.

i keep going back in time.

how could there be a more important moment in history?

thank you for trusting me.

hey... be careful out there.

what kind of friend are you?

you never understood me, or what happened to me.

i'll always be alone, thanks to you.

just in case we don't get out of this...

i'm going to make the right choices from now on.

i've been feeling like this might be actually the end of the world.

i hate to say that i'm glad to see you, but i'm glad to see you.

i wish i could stay in this moment forever... but then it wouldn't be a moment.

if that tornado came right now, i would just sit here and watch for a while.

i just feel like escaping.

i have total faith that you'll do the right thing when the time comes.

with great power comes great bullshit.

am i pushing myself too hard?

you like to hurt people, huh?

i'm glad you decided to escort me.

i know this is a bad time, but can i get one picture?

of course i believe you. you're the most amazing person i've ever met, and i'm glad you trust me.

i don't have a fucking clue what's going on.

#mcflymemes #life is strange #life is strange memes #rp prompt #rp meme #rp memes #roleplay memes #roleplay prompt #rp starters #ask meme #ask memes #roleplay meme #roleplay inbox prompts #rp inbox meme #inbox prompt #inbox meme #sentence starter prompt #sentence starter #sentence starters #thank you to ismelodrama for suggesting this!!!!!

[adeadlyobsession]

The Hassles of Youth

Tom Riddle X Slytherin Reader, firecracker type reader, just a fluffy thing pre-relationship.

Word Count: 1310

Synopsis: Tom saves Y/N from an unwanted suitor during one of Slughorn's soirées

CW: Period-typical gender expectations

Nobody asked for this but I had this plot bunny going through my head and I needed something to get me out of the writing funk I found myself into, so here you are! No beta, we die like Tom Riddle's 7 horcruxes.

This was not one of Slughorn's usual soirée. As you looked around the room, you couldn’t help but notice that all the people invited were young, successful, unmarried men. You traded a look with your friend, 7th year Ravenclaw Siobhan Glurk, before doing your best to listen to the most uninteresting business venture this American heir had decided to undertake. Where Slughorn could have met this man, you had no idea, but for Merlin’s sake would it be better for everyone involved if he had not been added to his collection. Fortunately, some boys from your house seemed to have found their head as well as their mostly absent chivalry to save you from this deadly boredom. 

“Mr. Harrison. Abraxas Malfoy, may I take a few minutes of your time? I have heard that your –”

You lost the rest of Malfoy’s introduction in your haste to run away from the American. The curtain near the buffet soon proved to be a perfect hiding spot where you allowed yourself to lose some of your composure, slouching against the wall with a long, frustrated sigh. Of course, Slughorn would use his connections for his most favourite matchmaking hobby. You should have known, what with his habit of only inviting 6th and 7th years witches to only a number of his soirées, the rest of them being exclusive to the crème de la crème of young wizards society. You stayed hidden behind the curtain for a few minutes more, eyes closed, before your peace was interrupted. 

“What are you doing here, Y/L/N?”

Your eyes opened wide and you violently pulled Tom Riddle behind the curtain with you, pushing him against the wall with a hand on his mouth.

“Not a word, Riddle. I don’t want Mr. Boring-Ambitions over there to know I’m here.”

You felt Riddle move his head, following your line of sight where Malfoy had seemingly trapped himself into talks of trade between his family and the Harrison’s. You just knew it would cost you at least 20 galleons of favours afterwards for this rescue, and started mentally shopping for baskets of sweets and certain rare books the Malfoy heir might want in exchange when you felt a huff against the palm of your hand. You swiftly loosened the grip you had on Riddle’s cheeks as you turned your attention back to him. He was looking at you with furrowed brows, eyes shining with something akin to murder as he stretched his jaw with a wince, hand rubbing at his skin.

“You certainly don’t know your strength, Y/L/N,” he said, looking at your hands in offense. 

“Yes, that’s why I win all of my duels,” you said with a smirk. 

Riddle narrowed his eyes at you. “Not all of your duels.”

“Fine, no one can win a duel against you, your highness,” you deadpanned with a roll of your eyes, turning your head towards the party to see if Mr. Harrison was still where you had left him. When you couldn’t see him at all, you felt a jolt of something akin to panic ripple through your belly.

“Riddle. Get me out of here.”

“Why would I do th–”

“Just do it, alright? I’ll give you whatever you want.”

When you looked back at him, he was smirking at you, clearly waiting for you to further your offer, but you had no time for that. The American was giving you the most horrible feeling and you needed to get out of there yesterday. 

“Riddle, please,” you begged, surprising the both of you. You never begged. Not only that, but your family would be so displeased learning you had done such a disadvantageous trade, especially with a man of no name to speak of. But this was Riddle. You knew that, whatever he would ask in exchange, it would be well thought out, and something he knew you would be able to give him. He had never asked for more than someone could realistically offer. 

Without a word, Riddle looked beyond the curtain and, with a silent nod, commanded you to follow him through the crowd. You followed, reaching for his hand as you ducked behind other people, unwilling to let him slip away without you. A few meters away, you heard Mr. Harrison ask about your whereabout and your hand squeezed Riddle’s in alarm. He squeezed back and strode faster through the guests until you crossed the opened doors into the silent corridor, never stopping until you found yourselves well on your way to the Slytherin’s common room. Only then, did the both of you slow down.

“Will you explain to me why it was so urgent that we left the party?”

You let go of his hand, wrapping your arms around you as you shivered, the chill of the corridors seeping through your cocktail dress.

“Don’t you think it’s strange that a 35 year old man is that interested in a 17 year old? What was Slughorn thinking? ‘Young, strapping men,’ he said, ‘Great prospects for your future.’ As if any of us want the kind of future he has in mind.”

The more you rambled, the angrier you felt at the turn of the evening. Was there really no other prospects for young women but the making of an advantageous marriage with some heir twice her age? And what about their personal ambitions? You certainly did not end up in Slytherin based on your breeding capabilities alone. 

“Don’t you?”

You looked up at Riddle, realizing you were almost out pacing him in your rage, and stopped, confused.

“What?”

“Don’t you want that kind of future for you? Marriage? A family?”

If Riddle had looked anything but genuinely curious at that moment, you might have punched him in the face. But there was something in his frown that made it seemed like there was something in what you said that did not quite align with information he had previously held. 

You sighed. “No. I don’t want that. It sounds… It sounds like such a hassle, to be honest.” 

Riddle nodded, slipping his hands in his pockets as he began slowly walking again. 

“I get what you mean.” 

For a moment, the two of you walked in silence, following the moonbeams illuminating this part of the castle. 

“What do you want? For your future?” he asked as you reached the corridor leading to the dungeons. 

You sighed, allowing yourself to finally relax in the darkness, warm light illuminating your way from the torches on the walls. 

“I want to become the next Duelling World Champion,” you admitted with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. You expected him to tell you it was a silly dream, like your sisters and your parents had whenever you brought the subject up. 

“There’s no way you can be the World Champion,” Riddle said.

You scoffed, walking faster again before he grabbed your arm and pulled you back towards him so hard you lost your balance and crashed into his chest. He caught you easily, stabilizing you with both of his hands.

“Riddle what the –”

“You can’t think of becoming the World Champion if you can’t even beat me.”

There was a smugness to his smile that you wanted to wipe off with a well placed curse, but the simple fact that he was not at all opposed to you wanting to join the championships was not lost on you.

“How about this,” he began, stepping ahead of you once again without looking at you. “For your payment.”

He turned around, walking backwards with a smirk.

“How about you let me wipe the ground with you in duel matches until you manage to beat me?”

The frown you wore slowly turned into a determined smile matching his, and you walked faster, extending your hand for him to shake.

“Game on, Riddle!”

I legit wrote this in less than two hours XD Now, yes, she's a Slytherin with more of a Gryffindor streak to her than anything, but that's what makes her charm! Also, I like the idea of the Slytherins being much more relaxed and temperamental with each other than they are in front of the rest of the school.

There won't be a sequel to this, it was just to write something and have fun with it, I barely even reread it but if you liked it, I'm happy! Let me know what you think!

Readers tag: @shibble, @darkmoviesquotespizza

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#tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle x oc #tom riddle fanfiction #harry potter #my writing

[borzoilover69]

“Ok Borzoi so why don’t you like Dirkjohn” - somebody, who didn’t ask, but I want to ramble. 

I guess it’s funny as a crack ship but in actuality, i feel it would fall incredibly flat and only be viable in an unhealthy way. Canonically, they've got little to nothing to do with each other, and their relationship branches on bullshit in the epilogues and HS2 which just isn't a good judge of Dirk and Johns character so much as a butcher of it.

First, lets get their characters down. Dirk, very introspective to the point of destruction, who’s prone to rambling, overcomplicating and accentuating things in a way to keep up his aura of coolness, of being “totally in control and all knowing”, and sort of socially awkward, failing quite a few times to read jokes as jokes. 

John, upfront, more likely to push forward without really thinking, keeps things simple and asks not much, and very much a protagonist figure. He’s blunt, he’s teasing in his humour, and he likes to take the mic out of people and make his own fun. 

Dirk is very active. He's willing to go through many hoops and talk around himself, and he needs a conversational partner willing to spar him on it, however, John is anything but that. He's upfront, he brings a hypothetical hammer down into the bush that dirk is walking around. Jake will indulge, so will a lot of the alpha kids, but the beta kids by far are more blunt and straight forward. John would see whatever bullshit Dirk is pulling and think it's stupid and ornery, and shut him down..Dirk would go "okay" and then either try to counterpoint to be shut down, or walk away.This conversation is a relaly good point of reference for how it would go. Note how roxy is going through the general alpha kids bullshit theatrics and ornery, and john instead of getting it, cuts it down with "no thats stupid", and doesnt get the joke.

This conversation is a really good point of reference for how it would go. Note how roxy is going through the general alpha kids bullshit theatrics and ornery, and john instead of getting it, cuts it down with "no thats stupid", and doesnt get the joke.

dirk wouldn't know how to handle someone actually being completely straight up and refusing to humor him, being open about not giving a shit about whatever tangent dirk is on.  it might humble him which he definitely needs sometimes but most of the time itd just make him go "ok. whatever man im going to jake's"

(art by my boyfriend) 

Nobody puts up with dirk and jakes bullshit as much as dirk and jake do each other

DIRK: "I'll get this blue gumball son of a bitch this time. He's gonna be so perplexed by the bullshit im about to spew he's got no idea the storm that's wafting in on the wind."

 and then john says ratio and dirk is reduced to ash. 

John and Jake also have a bad habit of comparison in a negative sense, like how he did with davesprite. Jake does it out loud with no regard for others, and John is the type to drop a single “x has already made this joke” because his preference of Dave is so much stronger than Dirk. Dirk wouldn’t be able to beat Dave to the ironic punchline because most likely, Dave has already said it in a language John understands, and John has made fun of him for it already. John doesn’t have patience for long winded games, if he’s not in the mood he’ll just fuck off. 

Personally feel like John would be acutely aware that Dirk hates when he shuts him down, but he just genuinely cannot sit here and listen to a “worse version of dave talk like hes pretending to be rose. I just cant.i don’t have it in me.” 

I mean I think they’d be funny somewhat, but they would not be happy together at all it would be awkward as hell. Dirk needs someone to pull him out of his bullshit but John just won’t do that. He won’t consider it really that much. They could have funny moments, but the toxicity of their potential relationship sours most of it for me. Dirk is pretty fucking intense in a lot of ways, and hes prone to being a lot. 

the alpha kids in general are just way intense due to their fucking isolation whatever thety smoked in those years made them volatile like fucking potent like a chili peppers but thats words for another ramble.

John just isn’t able to match Dirk. He doesn't think enough, he's just going with the flow and dirk needs someone who can either match him on an intellectual level or someone who can match him in an interest way. John just wouldn’t take the relationship seriously enough, which would lead to Dirk trying to figure out something that isn’t there to really figure out. John matches well with someone who has known him for a while and doesn’t have a specific way they want things to go. 

#homestuck meta #hom3stuck #homestuck #dirk strider #john egbert #no hate to the ship #just wanted to ramble #still think its a pretty funny ship #borzoi talks #borzoi meta

[lily-fics-11]

Robin’s Jacket

Inspired by a combination of prompts from @novelbear and @creativepromtsforwriting

*not beta read

cw: teen+

(This is my first attempt at writing something a little spicy so let me know what you think)

You turn off you car after pulling into Robin’s driveway. You were planning on sitting and waiting for her, but you see her open her window and it looks like she is saying something. You can’t hear her from inside your car so you open the door and get out.

“Come upstairs, I need your help with something. The door is open!” She calls out to you. “I’ll be right up!” You call back.

When you enter her house no one greets you like her parents normally do so she must be home alone.

A wave of nerves crashes over you. The two of you haven’t been alone since everything changed last week.

You and Robin like to hang out at the park and listen to music most Saturdays during the day before meeting up with the rest of your friends in the evening. But it was raining last week so you had to switch up your plans. The two of you had gone back and forth on what to do and you settled on going to the mall. You needed a new pair of Vans anyways.

The mall is always crowded on the weekend, making it difficult to navigate through the throngs of people. When it came time to cross through the food court it was overrun with mall goers. Robin tends to get lost and distracted in crowds so you figured you would take her hand and drag her through to keep her on course. “Follow me,” You tell her and you lace your fingers through hers. When your skin made contact with Robin’s you felt what you could only describe as a shock of electricity surge through you. You know she felt it too by the way your eyes met, searching for a way to understand the feeling that the connection gave you. You held each other’s gaze for a moment but you panicked and turned away, repeating your instruction for her to follow you.

Ever since that moment thoughts of Robin have filled your head. “What is this feeling?” You asked yourself. “What does this mean?” After thinking things over you realized that a crush on Robin had hit you like a tidal wave. Robin was your best friend, the person you felt closest to in the world. But she is also beautiful like nobody’s business. And now that you are thinking about it, she checks off every item on your list of what you want in a partner.

As you climb the stairs all of the interactions you’ve had with Robin over the last week flicker through your mind. After the mall that night Robin had accidentally hip checked Nancy trying to get a spot next to you on the couch. Where everyone sits at your lunch table never stays the same, but in the last week you have found yourself next to Robin every day. No matter what room the two of you were in your bodies are always angled towards eachother. You have made more eye contact with Robin in the past week than you ever have before. You haven’t talked about it, but the two of you have been communicating without words and you didn’t even realize it until now.

You take a deep breath and try to settle your thoughts as you pass through the doorway. You are met with Robin beaming at you. You are sure you are smiling back at her just as brightly.

Robin is sitting on her bed, legs crossed, surrounded by school stuff. “Can you check and see if I did this problem right?” She asks. “I want to make sure I know what I’m doing before the test this week.”

Robin was always asking you to check her work. Not because you were smarter than her. She was smarter than you, if anything, but she is always doubting herself.

“Of course, anything for you.” The last part just kind of slips out, you hadn’t meant to say it even though you were thinking it. You immediately focus your gaze on the notebook in Robins hand.

You join Robin on her bed, nerves blazing as you are forced to sit very close to her by the stuff all over the place. You lean over trying to get a better look at the page. Both your knee and your shoulder touch hers. You don’t fight it though, you settle in, yearning to get as close to her as you can.

You reach towards the notebook to take it from her but you are so distracted that instead of grabbing the notebook you grab Robin’s hand. You both look at each other, eyes wide, then back to the notebook. You notice that she doesn’t pull away so you decide to test your luck. You pull the notebook towards you but leave your hand on top of hers. It takes you longer to look over the problem than it should. Partially because you are distracted, partially because you are reveling in the moment of intimacy.

As you look over the problem Robin starts to ramble. “I’ve done this problem 3 times already and I got the same answer every time. But the teacher specifically said that there would be a problem like this one on the test so I have to make sure it’s perfect. I’m sure it’s fine but I just need confirmation that I’m doing this right, ya know? I wouldn’t want to risk my grade. I really appreciate you checking it over for me Y/N, you are the best.” She hesitates for a moment but Robin starts to go on about how even though she got an A on the last test and all of the homework she could still fail the next test and then she would never get into college. Robin cuts herself off when you look back at her after you finished scanning over her work.

“You,” you begin and stop dead in your tracks, “it” you correct yourself, “looks good.”

You are failing to hide how you feel behind your words and your body betrays you in the way that it is magnetically attracted to Robin’s.

You are embarrassed by the slip of your tongue. Your face is burning red as you quickly scramble off Robin’s bed, leaving her there in shock.

“Are you ready to go?” You ask, desperate to divert attention away from what just happened.

Robin stares at you for a moment before snapping out of it. She quickly puts down the notebook and gets up. She pulls a jacket off her desk chair and throws it on. She starts to walk towards you but then stops.

“What are you wearing?” Robin questions.

You look down at your outfit and assume she is referring to your ripped jeans.

You begin to defend your fashion choice, explaining “I know they aren’t nice or anything but we aren’t going anywhere fancy.”

Robin rolls her eyes. “I’m talking about your short sleeved shirt! It’s cold out, Y/N, you need to wear a jacket!”

You sigh. “I don’t have one with me and I’m not going to go all the way back to my house to get one.”

“We are going to be outside and I’m not going to let you freeze your ass off. You are going to wear one of my jackets.”

Before you can protest she is going through her closet and pulling out a denim jacket. She holds the jacket open in front of her and you realize she is going to help you put it on.

God, you are practically screaming on the inside. Not only will you be wearing Robin’s jacket, she is going to put it on you. You’ve been longing for this kind of intimacy all week, but it scares you too. You timidly approach her and the jacket and turn so that you can slip your arms into the sleeves. Robin brushes your hair to the side so that she can settle the jacket over your shoulders. Her fingers brush your neck, practically setting your skin on fire. She smooths down the collar. You let yourself have a moment to take in Robin’s scent. It’s not only carried by her jacket but she is close enough that it’s all around you.

You turn around to say “let’s go”, taking a few steps while walking backwards.

“Wait,” Robin instructs you so you stop moving and let her approach you. Robin is standing close to you when she starts to button the jacket. She starts from the bottom button and works her way up. But she never looks down, even when she fumbles over one of the buttons. She maintains eye contact with you the entire time.

Your breathes are deep and shaky.

When Robin finishes with the last button her hands linger there for a moment, still holding on to the jacket. One of her hands slides over to your shoulder and the other up to your chin. You had been looking up at her with just your eyes but now she has lifted your face up towards hers. Robin is a few inches taller than you so her face is angled down towards you.

Robin shifts closer, as close as she can, your bodies pressed up against each other.

Her focus drifts away from your eyes to your lips. Her gaze lingers on your lips for a moment before glancing back up to your eyes, asking for permission to give your lips more attention. Your hands had remained by your side but without hesitation they find themselves on Robin. One hand settled on Robin’s waist and the other on the back of her neck so that you can pull her face to yours and close the only distance remaining between you. Robin’s lips touch yours softy at first but she quickly deepens the kiss. Goosebumps race over your skin as fast as your heart is pounding in your chest. Your mouths seem to fit together like puzzle pieces, as if they were made for each other.

Your hand slides down from Robin’s neck to the small of her back. You pull back from Robin and she takes a deep shaky breath. Your lips don’t spare a moment reconnecting, you place gentle kisses along her jaw then move down to her neck. The soft kisses grow hungrier as you nip at her.

“Y/N,” Robin mumbles in your ear. You can feel her hot breath on your skin. Her voice sounds raspier than it usually does and it sends a wave of heat through your body. A tight knot forms in your stomach.

You can’t help but detach yourself so you can take a moment to look up at Robin and admire how beautiful she is. Her pupils are dilated and she looks a little dazed, but she is smiling at you.

You notice over Robin’s shoulder that her closet door is closed so you place one hand on her chest and you give her a gentle push to tell her to back up. She tangles a hand in your hair and pulls you with her. You look her right in the eye and smirk.

As she slowly steps backwards, holding your gaze, Robin tells you “I don’t think I feel like going to the park.”

Then right before you reach the closet Robin spins you around in one quick maneuver and you find your back against the door.

“Babe, we aren’t going anywhere,” you ensure her before grabbing her shirt and pulling her in for another kiss.

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x fem!reader #robin buckley x reader fanfiction #robin buckley one shot #robin buckley oneshot #robin buckley one-shot #robin buckley blurb #robin buckley fic #robin buckley x you #robin buckley stranger things #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley #robin stranger things #robin buckley drabble #robin buckley scenario #robin buckley x y/n

[kitasgloves]

"Follow You"

event masterlist

— ♬ "So you can drag me through hell. If it meant I could hold your hand"

— ♬ Tendou x Reader, timeskip, SFW, gen reader, established relationship, brief mentions of stalking, no beta

The afternoon was cloudy with the pavement still freshly soaked from rainfall. Tendou Satori knew he shouldn't be doing this. He shouldn't be walking down this path, he shouldn't be wasting his time like this, and most of all he shouldn't be following you. Well, he was technically stalking you but he doesn't want to be honest with himself. In his defense, this only happened today and he doesn't intend any harm. He could explain that he's only keeping an eye on you, making sure you're safe. He could argue that he has the right to do this because you were his. But his eyes linger on you for more than that reason alone.

His head was haunting him and his heart felt like a ghost. He needs to feel something 'cause he's still so far from home. Tendou hopes you'll cross your heart and hope to die, promise him you'll never leave his side. When you meet each other for lunch the following day, Tendou doesn't mention how he followed you home yesterday. He didn't intend on repeating it so he thinks it's unnecessary to bring it up.

"And then she said..."

You were talking miles per minute and Tendou just listened to you with a loving look in his eye. He could listen to you blabber about the most absurdest things and he'll be beyond contented. Tendou adored everything you did beyond what a normal person would consider. You could consider him obsessed and he won't shy away from that fact. Tendou knows the things that made you smile down to all of the things that make you tick. He knows what makes you laugh and what makes you crinkle your nose in disgust. He knows the flavors you hate and the food you love. He even knows the toothpaste you use. He knows everything that you're willing to put out there.

Tendou found it wild to imagine that he managed to find someone who loves him for how he is, it would be foolish to let you slip away. Evers since he asked you to go to prom with him back in high school, you stuck with him. You stayed with him even after college. You stayed with him despite his flaws. You took him into your arms with no room for hesitation, even if people told you how weird he was, and even if the world showed you how he's not good for you. Show him what he can't see when the spark in your eyes is gone. You got him on his knees he's your one-man cult. Tendou crosses his heart and hopes to die, promise you that he'll never leave your side. 

The redhead has always made it his mission to express his love for you in various ways. Making you chocolates, lending you his hoodie, dancing with you in the kitchen, and singing you to sleep. Tendou made sure to reassure you that there was nobody else that made his heart beat so hard that it would break out of his ribcage. He looks at you with a tender stare and a gleam in his eye, 'cause he's telling you you're all he needs. He promises you you're all he sees. He'll never leave.

"Are you sniffing my shirt?"

You enter the room with an amused smirk. Tendou pauses brings your shirt down from his nose and cracks a smile at you through the doorway.

"And what if I am? What are you gonna do?"

"I dunno, punish you?"

"Don't you think I'm already punished enough with you snoring like an elephant?"

"Hey! I don't snore!"

You pout as you throw a pillow at him that you grabbed from the bed. Tendou cackles and discards your shirt on the floor to sprint at you at full speed, you squealed as he scooped you in his arms and attacked you with pecks and kisses. You burst into a fit of giggles even if he went in to bite your right cheek. The two of you decided to spend the afternoon in bed watching a movie and cuddling under the sheets. The film was one of those typical zombie apocalypse ones.

"Satori, would you love me even if I get turned into a zombie?"

"Yeah, I'll even let you bite me"

"Well, that's stupid"

"Huh? Do you want me to keep you around my house and feed you dead humans until I die?"

"Babe, what the hell?"

You laugh at him and he joins. Tendou thinks back at the conversation at the end of the movie, everything he said was serious but he had a feeling you knew that already. He wasn't even trying to hide how he adores you uncontrollably. And he likes it when you say nothing about it and just let him do his thing. Come and sink to him and let him breathe you in. He'll be your gravity, you'll be his oxygen. So dig two graves 'cause when you die, he swears he'll be leaving by your side.

"Happy anniversary, Satori!"

Tendou gasps when you hand him homemade chocolates that you managed to hide from him. He grins from ear to ear and goes to kiss you on the lips before pulling you into a bone-crushing embrace. He opens the box and sniffs the saccharine scent of the chocolates, he pops one in his mouth and all the flavors melt on his palate.

"Baby, this is delicious! Dare I say better than mine"

"Oh my god, really?"

"Uh-huh. Dang, I better watch out or my business is gonna die because of these chocolates"

He jests and you slap his arm with a chuckle. Tendou fetches his anniversary gift for you and hands it to you wrapped in red like his hair with a white bow. You tear off the wrapper to see an expensive black jewelry box and your breath hitches. Tendou bites his lip, a smile already erupting on his face as he watches you eagerly open the box.

"Satori, you didn't..."

"Oh yes I did, my darling"

"This...oh my god, thank you!"

You pounce at him and he laughs. You gave him a few aggressive kisses on his face before staring back at the gift he gave you. It was the necklace you've always wanted since you graduated from college, you remember how you would sigh and complain to Tendou about how your life would be better if you got that necklace. You were beyond astonished that your boyfriend went out of his way to give it to you. Tears well up in your eyes.

"Now now, no need to cry, my dear! Let me help you put the necklace on!"

Tendou carefully takes the necklace and drapes it around your neck, he secures it and then kisses your left temple. You rushed to the mirror to see the necklace glimmer around your neck and swoon at your boyfriend giving you one of his loving looks. You trudge over to him and wrap your arms around his neck as he grabs your waist.

"Thank you, darling"

"Anything for you, [Name]"

You lean towards him to pull him into a quick but passionate kiss. Tendou couldn't possibly be happier. You remain to hold onto him as he sighs softly under your gaze.

"I can't believe I managed to bag someone like you, Satori"

"I should be saying that"

"You'll do anything for me, huh?"

"You can drag me through hell if it meant I can hold your hand"

Tendou says. He will follow you 'cause he's under your spell, and you can throw him to the flames. He will follow you follow you. And from that familiar knowing look in your eye, Tendou knows that you know he will definitely, inevitably follow you.

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[chasingmidnights]

An Offshore Love - Part Three

Title: Rough Seas 

Summary: An incident happens on The Jupiter, putting everything on hold. 

Warnings: First, this is 18+, minors DNI! In this part warnings may include but not limited to: minor cursing; implied smut & groping; mentions of bad weather; mention of small explosions & fire; mentions of character injury; Ari Levinson (he’s a warning okay?); and I believe that’s it. I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read and what you consume on the internet. I do not claim to be a professional writer, any and all mistakes are my own; nothing is beta read. 

Wordcount: 2,183

Five weeks flew by for you and Jake while being on the Jupiter. Through that time period, you got a good feeling on what you would like to change and see happen on the rig. Also during that time, you and Ari found any chance you could to be together, there were a lot of late nights. However, at the start of your sixth week, you woke up with a not so great feeling and you couldn’t shake it. The weather had been awful the last couple of days and the waves were unforgiving. Any training was put on hold and the men who worked on the lines that were located on the ocean floor weren’t permitted to dive and be in the water. As you climbed out of bed, you could already hear the wind howling and it caused a shiver to crawl down your spine. You yawned as you tiredly stumbled around the room and you did your best to be as quiet as possible as you got ready. However, a knock at the bedroom door spoiled that for you and Jake jolted awake. 

“I’m up, I’m up.” Jake said, still half asleep. 

You couldn’t help but laugh a little bit before you answered the door. Before you could say anything though, the crew member simply handed you an envelope and then walked away. You opened up the envelope and as you read it, you couldn’t help but feel a bit relieved as Mr. Bodecker had canceled all the meetings for today. Your thoughts immediately went to Ari and how you wanted to spend your day but you were more than likely sure that he still had to tend to his duties. You practically jumped out of your skin when Jake spoke from behind you, you hadn’t heard him get up. 

“What is it?” Jake asked with a yawn, thankfully not noticing you jump. 

“All meetings are canceled.” You answered as you walked back into the room to finish getting ready. 

A short while later, you and Jake had entered the cafeteria and the first thing you noticed was just how terrible the weather was raging outside through the giant window. You could hear just how hard the rain was coming down outside and you were thankful that you didn’t have to be out in it. From this point, you couldn’t see any waves but you could imagine just how fierce the waves were as they beat up against the sturdy, concrete leg. Another cold chill crawled down your spine and goosebumps formed all over your body as you continued to stare out the window, it was as if the weather was hypnotizing you. 

“Kind of incredible isn’t it, Rogue?” Ari whispered into your ear from behind you. 

“Very.” Is all you could manage to get out. Your main focus suddenly became the feeling of Ari’s warm breath that was now fanning over your ear and part of your neck, sending a different kind of tingle throughout your body. Thankfully, Jake wasn’t around and had already gotten in line for food, nobody needed to know or witness how this man made you weak. 

“Meet me later?” Ari requested, his lips now brushing against your ear. 

“Usual spot?” You inquired, it was crazy to you how you and Ari had a usual spot on this oil rig. 

A small yelp escaped you as Ari slid his hand between your bodies and gave your ass a squeeze. “You know it, sweetheart.” 

Oh how you couldn’t wait for later. 

You were on your way to meet Ari when you passed by an office, you stopped to listen as the men inside talked about the upcoming weather. 

“Geeze, it’s gonna be a rough week if this weather doesn’t subside.” One of the men said, groaning as he examined the monitors. 

“Better let Bodecker know.” Another man said. 

“Eh, let’s wait and see what happens. If it gets then we’ll tell him.” The first man said, brushing off the suggestion. 

You groaned internally, this whole crew didn’t have a care about what happened to this oil rig, except for maybe a few. 

A short while later though, any thought about the raging weather outside or anyone else on this rig disappeared as Ari took control over your mind, body, and hell, even your soul. You were in a state of euphoria and you felt like you were floating on the clouds. Your body had never felt such pleasure as Ari thrusted in and out of you. The room you and Ari occupied smelled of sex and sweat and to you, it was intoxicating. It was actually starting to become one of your favorite scents. You arched your back into Ari’s chest as Ari held onto you tightly, it was almost as if he didn’t want to let go or that he was afraid too. You didn’t mind though, you would gladly be his anchor. 

As the two of you were starting to reach the final climax, Ari lifted his head up and the look in his eyes sent chills all over your body and it almost pushed you over the edge. Sure there was lust and passion in them, but there was also something else that was swirling in his ocean blue eyes that you couldn’t quite place your finger on. Ari continued to hold onto you tightly, bringing you as close as possible before he crashed his lips into yours and kissed you with so much passion. As he kissed you, his hips started to move again, hard and powerful as they snapped into you. You were so close and when Ari started to kiss and suckle on your neck, it didn’t take long for the coil to snap. His release followed not too longer after yours and the pair of you just laid there on the floor as you slowly started to come back to reality. 

Your time together was cut short though as the rig started to shake from what sounded like an explosion. The two of you hopped up quickly as alarms started to go off. You glanced over at Ari and he was already half dressed and was already putting his shirt on. You hurriedly started to put your clothes back on as well, worry quickly filled your mind. You’ve never experienced anything like this before while on an oil rig. 

“Ari, what’s going on?” You asked, panic laced your voice as you buttoned up your shirt. 

“I think that’s the fire alarm, but I’m gonna find out what’s going on. Rogue, I want you to get somewhere safe, can you do that for me?” Ari requested as he turned to face you, grabbing ahold of your shoulders. 

“Of course, but you’ll find me once you’re able to, right?” You inquired as you searched his eyes for reassurance. 

Ari pulled you in for a kiss before he took off and was out of the room before you could properly respond. You left the room shortly after and did as Ari requested and found a safe place, you have never seen a rig in such chaos. Worry consumed your mind as you thought about Ari and anyone else who might be in danger as they tried to defuse this horrible situation. 

You waited anxiously inside the mess hall of The Hub, bouncing your leg as you sat at one of the tables and your stomach churned as you sat facing the doorway so that you could see Ari as soon as he walked into the mess hall. Once you had left the room that you and Ari had been in, you were pretty much ushered to the hall and told to stay put until further notice. The sirens were still blaring as you waited for any kind of update. You couldn’t help but wonder if this was the bad feeling that you had this morning when you woke up. Surely there had to be some kind of news, all you really knew was that lightning had struck the flare stack in just the right place multiple times, causing a small explosion and fire. 

“Here, it looks like you could use this.” Jake said as he offered you a cup. 

You let out a small sigh before you accepted the drink. Your hands were instantly warmed by the hot beverage within the cup. “Thank you, Jake.”

“So, who is it?” Jake asked with a knowing look as he sat down next to you. 

“What do you mean?” You asked him back, trying to act like you don’t know what he’s talking about; you could only hope it worked. 

Jake scoffed before he took a drink out of his cup. “Come on, you’ve had your eyes glued to the entrance of the mess hall and don’t get me started on all of the nights that you come back to the room at three or four in the morning. So, who is it?” 

You let out another sigh. “I promise, this doesn’t happen, like at all, in fact I even made a rule for no dating anyone while on the job. But there was something different about him.” 

Jake nodded his head as he listened to you. “It’s Levinson, isn’t it?” 

“How did you know?” You asked, a bit surprised that he had figured you out. 

“You guys aren’t exactly subtle, but don’t worry, I won’t say a thing.” Jake said with a playful smirk on the corner of his mouth. 

Before you could say anything, the rig shook again and a wave of uneasiness washed over you. Just then, Bodecker stomped into the room, his face was serious as he marched over to one of the supervisors. You waited with bated breath for them to finish talking and when they did, you immediately got up and jogged over to Lee as he was about to leave. 

“Mr. Bodecker, is there any update? What’s going on?” You asked quickly, your words rushed. 

Lee shook his head as he scratched the back of his neck. “Well, we got the fire put out, but one of the crew members got hurt in the process. Banged up his arm pretty badly.” 

Your eyes grew wide with concern. “Who was it?” 

A huff escaped Lee’s mouth, he was probably annoyed with you right now but you didn’t care, you needed to know who. 

“It was Ari Levinson.” Lee finally said as he met your eyes. 

Your stomach dropped when you heard Ari’s name come out of Lee’s mouth and you nearly fainted. No, it couldn’t be Ari, this was all some kind of cruel joke. Before you could even fully wrap your mind around what Lee told you, you took off running towards the direction of the infirmary. People called out to you to come back but you didn’t listen, you had to get to Ari. You felt like the energizer bunny as you ran through the corridors and you could feel the adrenaline starting to pump through your veins. When you finally got to the med bay, you frantically searched for Ari amongst a few others that had gotten injured. You sighed in relief when you finally found Ari in one of the medical beds and you placed a hand on your chests. He was alive and he was conscious. You slowly approached his bed and greeted him with a small smile. 

“Oh my god, your arm.” You said as you looked at Ari’s arm that was now in a temporary cast and sling. 

“That, it’s nothing. What are you doing here, Rogue?” Ari asked as he reached out his good hand towards you. “Not that I’m complaining.” 

You took Ari’s hand into yours as you looked at him. “I heard you had gotten hurt and I had to come see you.” 

“You’re too good for me, you know that?” Ari said as lifted your hand up to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it. 

You gave him a small smile as he kissed your hand, you were filled with so many emotions at this moment. You were relieved that it wasn’t a more serious injury and that Ari was going to be alright, you’re not sure what you would’ve done if it had been worse. As you looked at Ari, you realized just how deep you had gotten yourself in and at just how much you’ve compromised your position here, but honestly you didn’t care. Right now, all you cared about was that Ari was going to be okay. So, you found yourself leaning down and pressing your lips against his, not caring that the room was filled with people. It seemed like Ari didn’t care either as he immediately returned the kiss and placed his good hand on your waist. When the two of you pulled his good apart, you rested your forehead against his and took a few deep breaths. You knew you were about to face your own personal rough seas by getting involved with a worker, but right now, rough seas or not, you wouldn’t change anything at all.

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I'm gonna die on my deathbed explaining why Ghost is actually a normal person outside the military and he's extremely mischaracterized.

You will never be able to convince me that Simon "Ghost" Riley doesn't do normal person things outside of his job. Sure, his information his top-secret, but that's all the more reason for him to be a normal person outside deployments.

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Here's examples of Ghost being domestic:

- He goes grocery shopping every Thursday at 2:30PM because it's when the store is the least busy.

- He wears a black fabric surgical mask when he's not at home. He's more comfortable covering his face but it's not an issue if he's somewhere where he can't have a mask.

Was strangely comforted when COVID happened because it normalized wearing face masks.

- He sits in the mirror of his bathroom every two weeks so he can chop his hair when he grows too long.

- He's a phenomenal sniper but when it's time to shave his face then suddenly his hands are shaking and he's cut himself at least 4 times. (Prolly that sharp jawline 🤭)

- Loves dogs. Will ask people if he can pet their dog. (They're shitting themselves bc this giant masked man just asked to pet their dog in the most monotone voice)

- Has called Price to ask for advice on dating. He's got a crush on the girl from the coffee shop down the street from his flat and he needs some help on asking her out.

- when he's not on a deployment, he's probably at home eating pocky while watching Top Gun. Ends up falling asleep on the couch and snores like a dad.

- he's probably in his late 20s-early 30s and owns a flat somewhere in Manchester. (He was never able to fully separate himself from where he grew up)

- has a pet beta fish named Toes that the old neighbor lady takes care of while he's on deployment.

- He secretly pulls pranks around base when he's stationed somewhere. Nobody knows it's Ghost secretly leaving tiny plastic babies from Amazon around the entire base. He never gets caught and it's still a mystery where these babies keep popping up at.

- drinks milk, probably

- Will get violent if he watches an American microwave tea in front of him.

- Like Price, he WILL correct the word "soccer" into "football" like he's got some type of vendetta against the audacity.

- Sneezes like a fucking dad

- He's severely allergic to cats so the second he sees one, he will instantly abort mission. It's a whole scene watching a 6'5 skull-masked man jerk back the second a cat steps in front of him while he's on a mission.

- Hates spiders. He's not the spider killer around the base. Will not go into a room if he's seen a spider in there unless someone else killed it for him.

- He listens to Queen, you can't convince me otherwise.

- (Killer Queen is his favorite)

- He actually has an entire tattoo sleeve on his left arm, not just a forearm sleeve. If you look close enough, you can tell that it's actually just the most cliché military tattoo sleeve that's ever existed. He didn't even care what the tattoo was, he just wanted one to look cool.

- Bad Santa is unironically his favorite movie.

- Plays first-person shooter games with Gaz sometimes and always loses.

- Is the guy who brings beer to literally any event ever. Without fail. And it's always a beer that only he likes so he can have it all for himself. Everyone else started drinking them despite how disgusting they are just because they figured out that he was trying to hoard it for himself.

- Sucks at playing Monopoly. Absolutely no strategy.

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I can keep going lmao. I have ideas for days lmaooo

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[autumnsnuggling]

Serendipity

Hurt/Comfort, divorced!grumpy!Harry lol. Thanks to @thebooktopus for the speedy beta! Any mistakes are my own :)

Even unconscious, Malfoy's infuriating. 

Harry doesn't know how long he's lain there, awake in the stupid hotel room he’s somehow wound up sharing with Draco Malfoy—ex-nemesis, widower, and prat—but each ridicuously calm breath across the 'respectful distance' Malfoy's left between them has his jaw clenching. 

This was exactly why he hadn’t wanted to come to this idiotic parent’s retreat in the first place. It’s a complete waste of his time, everyone was vying for the scoop on his divorce, and he knew something would go wrong. But Ginny was away with the team, and Lily had given him her best puppy-dog eyes, so he hadn't had a choice. And now he was sentenced to listening to Malfoy sleep, trying to ignore the rock-hard yet lumpy mattress digging into his back.

Alcohol, Harry decides when Malfoy lets out yet another contented sigh, and he seriously considers kicking the bastard. I need alcohol.

Scraping a hand down his face, he starts to reach for his glasses, but then Malfoy gives a sleepy hum, and an odd pressure settles in the centre of his back.

It has to be a hand—and Malfoy's hand, at that. Which would explain why it's warm. And soft, somehow, even through Harry’s old t-shirt, as it rests between his shoulder blades. Probably because he turned over in his sleep. Which means Harry should ignore it and carry on doing what he was doing. But try as he might to refocus on finding his glasses, his mind refuses to cooperate. 

It's tingling. The skin on his back where Malfoy's hand is. It's tingling. And growing warm. But not the normal, sweat-warm sensation from another person's contact. A gentle, glowing warmth that's making things happen in Harry’s chest. 

It spreads, bubbles, and slowly, the hotel room fades until he's there. In an armchair with Ginny in his lap whilst she runs a hand through his hair. There, at Ron and Hermione's, with Ron’s arm around his shoulders, just because. There, with the kids on the sofa, the boys on either side and Lily on his lap, all snuggling close at the end of a long day of fun. 

Just— held.

He hadn’t realised how much he’d missed it.

Unbidden, tears prick in his eyes, and he swallows down the urge to press back against Malfoy's hand, to splay it open, firm and tender—or better, to turn over feigning sleep and roll into his arms—so he can pretend, just for a night, that he's wanted. Treasured. Then heat wraps around him from behind.

“M—Malfoy?” he gasps, pale limbs covering his as a hand nestles itself on his chest. But only soft, even breaths answer.

He shouldn’t melt. Shouldn’t inch closer and mould his body to Malfoy’s. Shouldn’t twine his dark fingers with slender pale ones. And he definitely shouldn’t have hot tears streaking down his face. But when Malfoy gives another tiny hum and snuffles in his hair, Harry all but whimpers.

Just for tonight, he promises, clinging tighter to Malfoy. Just this once. 

And if Draco squeezes Harry gently when he finally starts to fall asleep, scheming as to how to orchestrate future serendipitous events, that’s nobody’s business but his own.

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[grimsneverendingfuneral]

Okay now I NEED your opinion (or headcanons in general) on Rosekiller 🎤

looorrdddd alright im grabbing the microphone and tapping it gently. a loud screech of feedback rips through and everyone stops talking

umm so first there are many variations of rosekiller, more than any other ship imo so im just gonna talk about mine??? my rosekiller are like complete opposites but then you look closer and they're still complete opposites but in the other direction like.....they're what the other thinks they are. as in evan thinks he's not like barty but he's more like barty than barty is and barty thinks he's not evan but he's more evan than evan is. they're obsessed with each other. like unhealthily so. its a sickness, almost. they keep it under wraps, but there's this pull between them, a string of energy that connects them with the blaze of a thousand suns. its electrical, leaves them feeling insane rolling around in bed unable to sleep. imma put a keep reading cause this shit got long

barty is an intellectual. he's an alcoholic. he LOVES poppers (the drug lol), keeps a Rush labeled bottle with him at all times, sniffs it whenever, wherever. like he'll be sitting in the subway and just bring it up to his nose. he likes sweet things. eats sour keys like there's no tomorrow. he's really into music like its his whole personality. everything he wears and does is consciously curated even if to other people he looks like a dirtbag. he makes people think he sleeps around but really its just a carefully constructed image so he can be left alone to be a rotting decrepit being. god complex but is unaware of it. he thinks he's soooo sexy but its a coping mechanism for the inescapable self-hatred he feels for himself. he's flirty but kinda awkward with it like its almost forced because he thinks of everything he wants to say before saying it so he never comes off as uncool or bothered. he doesn't really exist to himself. when he looks in the mirror for too long, he dissociates. he doesn't think of his body as a body its just a vessel he can shove things into and see what happens. he's a science experiment to himself, which is why when he meets evan he becomes irrevocably hooked, cause finally someone else sees him as that too!!!! yay!!!!

speaking of evan. my evan is tricky cause im still getting to know him. i know he has a giant fish tank with only one beta fish in it. he gives it the best life. he sees people in colors, he hates impurities, dirt, dust, anything like that. he doesnt like the texture of dirty (except barty hheeehhoooo). he keeps handcream on him at all times and various medicinal packets like aspirin, cough drops, acetaminophen tablets, etc. he's always got an earphone in, for sure. listens to gay shit like depeche mode and pet shop boys with a deadpan expression. his eyes are often expressionless but he feels everything so much it makes him gag. sensitive to the bone. can read anyones energy within two seconds. he's very decisive. like he'll look at someone for five seconds and be like yeah ok i like you. loves nobody but his sister and his fish. evan is also bent on domination. he likes to control situations and he's not afraid of doing so. not in any manipulative way no he'll just be like "you're gonna do this and this will be the result."

there's so much more i wanna say but fuck yall are just gonna see it in the fic anyways so

thank you for your question!!!!! kisses

#anon

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Grace my love!! Have you watched the new sidemen Sunday?? I’m an hour in, any thoughts if you have???

Hey Buzzy Bae! (hope I'm okay to call u that :) )

Saw this come in ystrdy but was only about 10 mins in and wanted to give you a good answer so I've let it marinate and watched so that I am now also about 1 hour into the video

Hmmmmmmm very very interesting Sidemen Sunday, this one... I'll list down a bunch of rando thoughts n u evaluate them with me and give your own opinions also

For reference, this is the Sidemen Sunday of the week:

SO! Thoughts:

Simon always hits so well whenever he's host - moresidemen, main channel sidemen, he's honestly really good at filling in all those little gaps in conversation and he's quite quick-witted with his jokes, and I think that might be to do with the fact that he loves Stephen Tries and Beta Squad, British-type humour and he's done really well with emulating that type of humour in a way that fits his vibe

Ah, I love seeing Deji in Sidemen videos! He's such a sweetie, looks and acts like a big teddy bear which I love for him. I feel like he's such boyfriend material, like, he's so cutesy and honestly kinda fine, like, why does nobody else SEE THIS SHIT!!! Would be the best hugger, so funny + positive, absolute listener, so real with you... Ugh, need his energy in my life

ANOTHER VIK + HARRY TEAM DUO! These two together give me LIFE! I feel like Harry just loves tryna bond with Vik because whilst Vik is so so so intellectually smart, Harry is so practically smart and that bright sort of person that balances out Vik so well. Like, Vik studies theory and Harry knows how to do it practically, is their duo's vibes.

Also about Harry + Vik - I am (haven't watched the full vid but currently they're dead last) ROOTING for this team to win. They have chemistry, they have effort, I know damn well Harry's a good cook... Idk, this team j gets me smiling most, I wanna see them succeed

Ethan and Tobi duo is more interesting. Generally I think these team/duo works really well together because Ethan's hilarious and Tobi laughs a lot + they j vibe like that and it's fun to see! This vid though, Ethan's more stresso about the cooking aspect bc obvi he wants to win and he's come across (so far) as a little whiney and complaining... Tbh, Ethan's whining does get on my nerves a touch, but in the end I end up sympathising + feeling worse for Ethan bc i know SDMN fans CANNOT empathise w Ethan's stress or shouting or however he reacts and then they bully him? Like, Sidemen fans see one thing they don't like and they just will not shut up about it. We saw this about the colleague's thing, how ppl started hating on Ethan- calling him insensitive and ungrateful for calling the boys "colleagues", as if the fans weren't practically agreeing with him prior when they made their comments of "Sidemen feels overproduced, we prefer the old videos where it's just banter between the boys", like, Hello??????? Dunno if this point made sense but summary: Ethan's complaining mildly pisses me off but I actually feel bad for him instead of annoyed, because I know fans will have a go at him for complaining + take things wayyyyy too serious.

And oh deary dear, JJ and Deji?? I love love love these boys on their own but in a weird way why are they so jarring on a team together? I feel like Ethan and Deji would've worked rly well, maybe Tobi and JJ on a team instead? JJ always acts so unhappy to be with his brother and it kinda reminded me of 2017-2020 beef between Dej and JJ. Like, JJ was just being mean and telling Deji to fuck off, that he's useless... But they're both at the same competency level?? Like, sure, Deji isn't really competence, but JJ is no better (even though apparently his omlettes are delicious). I feel as though JJ always takes place as Sidemen's greatest wally/idiot asw, and having Deji there means that JJ cannot be the biggest oblivious-one there, but he doesn't know how to fit in other than that... And so he takes on the character or the persona of a bully/just being mean to Deji, but (at least in my opinion) it feels really jarring and sort of uncomfortable to watch. I don't think this is a very popular opinion that I have either- maybe I'm just deeping it, or maybe I'm just projecting my own experience onto others.

Slightly more lighthearted note asw, I thought Kimberly (Special masterchef guest!) looked a lot like Faith which was quite funny lol. Like the American version of Faith :D

Right, very long, very waffle-y...

What are your thoughts? Agree, disagree, think I've read any situations entirely wrong? Tell me your thoughts in the comments or post a letter through the inbox n ill reply sooner or later :)

Thanks for asking, Buzzy, hope you're having a good one! <33

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Guess what? It’s Hero x Villain time :D

Quick thank you to my beta Soldier Blade, your advice & editing was very much appreciated :] Tw: Cursing ================================

Book Club

A book club. A fucking book club. Supervillain glared at Villain, who was adverting their eyes away from their gaze. They sighed, trying to not blow up over the fact that not only was the Villain HQ being shown off to civilians, but that it was advertised as a book club. Not even something cool like a fight club, but a book club.

    “Villain, I’m gonna give you five seconds to tell me why I shouldn’t fire you right here & right now.” Supervillain growled, staring at the younger member. Villain flinched, a hand going to the back of their neck as they looked up at the supervillain. “Well?”

    “I- You see boss, I saw you reading Pan's Labyrinth yesterday & I was coincidentally reading it too, so I thought we could maybe get more people to read together. Plus the fact that you don’t really have any friends outside of work-” Villain cut themselves off as they realized what they said. Supervillain narrowed their eyes, arms crossing against their chest. It was true, being a supervillain often led to not getting much time outside of work, much less time to make friends who weren’t always planning evil schemes with them. Though, they didn’t want to admit it. Supervillain sighed, a hand going to rub their temples a futile attempt at calming themselves.

    “Listen, kid, I appreciate you wanting me to get out more, but you need to mind your own  damn business sometimes, okay?” They said, trying to keep their irritation at bay. Villain nodded, looking back down at their feet. “Now, go out & take down those posters before someone actually comes, alright?” Villain laughed nervously, once again raising a hand to the back of their neck. Supervillain raised an eyebrow at them.

    “Uh, heh, bout that..” Villain said, trailing off slightly. The supervillain groaned, unmasked irritation & anger in their voice. They gestured Villain to the door, a silent command to bring them to the idiots who decided to join the ‘Book Club’. Villain flinched, speeding to open the door for their boss before scurrying ahead to lead the way. 

After an incredibly awkward elevator ride, they made it to the lobby. The cheery elevator music did nothing to quell the tension between the two of them. The elevator opened with a resounding ping, & Villain hurried to ahead of Supervillain. They peered out to notice the single civilian, who was happily chatting to the receptionist about lord-knows what. The echoing of Supervillain's steps alerted Civilian to their presence, making them turn, a blinding smile wide on their face.

“Howdy! Are you the leader of the book club? I’m Civilian & I’m glad that there's still book clubs here in the city. These days it's all about social media & superheroes or whatever. So when does it start? I noticed that nobody else was here so maybe I’m just early? Oh well-” Civilian chattered, completely unaware of the confused & downright irritated supervillain in front of them. They were rambling far too fast for Supervillain to hear properly. They raised their hand in a silencing gesture, trying to get a moment so they could speak. 

“I'm very disappointed to tell you this, but ‘Book Club’ will not be happening today. My colleague here,” They jerked a thumb at Villain, who waved at them nervously, ”made a mistake on the posters. So you’re going to have to leave.” Supervillain finished. Civilian deflated at that, disappointment clear on their face. As much as they disliked it, Supervillain did feel a pang of sadness as they sollumley nodded.

“Alright then,” They said, not even trying to hide their disappointment. They began to grab their things when they paused, a small smirk creeping onto their face. “What about these then?” Civilian held up a basket full of pastries, fresh ones if the steam emanating from them was anything to go off of. Supervillain stilled, jaw dropping slightly at the move they just played. It was dirty, they had to admit, but then again, Supervillain liked the wit behind it.

“So you play dirty then.” They said, a small smile growing on their face. Civilian returned the gesture with their own shit-eating grin. “Both of you meet me in room 72, 12:00pm. Sharp.” They said, turning back to the elevator. 

And that's how Wednesdays at 12:00pm became known as book club days at HQ, & every meeting always had pastries baked by Civilian themselves.

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That’s all for now, have a good day/night :D

#Civilian x Supervillain #hero x villain #civilian x villain #my writing #not a prompt #heroes and villains #civilian x supervillain #writing #creative writing

[heyseihai]

Now BoS season 2 is over, I can focus on adapting it to VN format. If everything goes well, it will be ready for beta-testing before christmas.

But part of me is also eager for writing season three asap, it's here that Tenjin's paranoia starts to build.

He still thinks Seihai was pretending to be Coatlicue when she said those things and therefore, that she's interested in Leiftan. He thinks she has taken the opportunity that he was away (eastern border, some rebel elves causing a ruckus for not agreeing with the soon-to-be Sovereignty Triad Alliance) to bring Leif to court as some sort of paramour. He thinks she's like the Sakurai dynasty, known for their countless lovers off-screen.

There's even a moment when he tries to make a move on her, and *gasp* she refuses. The guy is so stunned for Leiftan's presence in the north he completely ignores the fact that Seihai refuses him not because of Leiftan, but because she's still recovering from labor weeks before. He's been away for so much time he had even forgotten she was pregnant.

Then we have the issue with Tsubomi and how she only shuts up when Leiftan is around. He is kinda forced to accept Lief there for it was his only choice. He could have found a way to get rid of the girl, but sooner or later the fact would have come to light and he would be known as kinslayer. Well, Leif is lesser of two evils for now.

And then it's when things start getting wild:

Tsubomi stops crying.

Seihai, who had never cared that much for spending time with the children, starts doing so from time to time.

And even Yuki, who was known for spying on him in the throne room 24/7, is not there all the time anymore.

And worse: it's quite common to see them together now, like, Leiftan combing Tsubomi's hair while telling Yuki stories of his adventures before his arrival. While Seihai just sits there close to them, listening as if she's not paying attention but she is.

In that court where Seihai knows nobody and the only one she kinda knows is there just to lecture her (Rin) or the other noble families who are kinda meh, Leiftan is a reassuring presence for her. And Tenjin doesn't realize it because the guy is more king, than husband or father.

He's so dumb when it comes to this kind of thing, that he even starts comparing himself to Leiftan and comes to the BRILLIANT conclusion that if he wants Seihai to be the way she was before Leif's arrival, he needs to get off his pedestal a little and make her pay attention to him... aka, "I need to remind her that I'm the boss here, and I'm her husband, and I'm amazing blablabla but how am I gonna do that? Oh I know, dragging her to my bed and pleasing her" considering that he had never done that before. The man thinks he can conquer her with that, even if he's not the horny kind lol He does think that having a better "bed performance" than Leiftan's will make Seihai come back to him, because he's 100% sure Seileif have an affair haha!

But it's funny seeing how Tenjin asks RIN, of all people, about how to please a woman in bed lol. On one hand is cute because it shows she's the only one he trusts to ask these things, the only one he trusts to show he's vulnerable in some way, the only one that knows he's just a normal kitsune doing his best to rule despite not having an answer for everything. On the other though, it's funny to ask an old woman (who most likely knew nothing about it) such a thing.

He summons her to his chambers at some point, and he just lets his hands do the work at first. He asks if she likes it, she says something like "if you like it I like it too" or similar, and he gets all angry: "I'm asking YOU whether YOU like ir or not". The guy is so insecure in this moment but he can't handle it and his insecurity is masked by anger, it's mask of picture-perfect king starting to shatter.

All because of Leif. It's amazing how Leif-baby can contribute to the story, be it in a character-driven aspect, be it in a plot-driven aspect. Some characters can only contribute in one aspect, he does with both! Leif is a goddamn gamechanger (L)

[chaotictarlos]

With love, your soulmate

Ship: Tarlos | Fandom: 911 Lone Star | Author: chaotictarlos| read on ao3

Rating: Mature | Warnings: Alternative Universe, Tarlos AU, Brooklyn Love Stories AU, Alternate Timelines, long-distance relationship, fluff, soulmate au, pen pal au, mention of police cruelty

Author's Note: I know it's been awhile since I've posted a chapter to this but thank you so much for being so patient! It's been a bit of a rough go writing this chapter and making sure it's fantastic but it's here now! As always a shoutout to the lovely @noxsoulmate for being the best beta ever!

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(tw: mention of police cruelty)

Hello TK,

I can’t believe that I’ve been doing field training for six weeks now! The weeks are passing by so fast and I’m learning a lot on the job. I’m loving every minute of it… aside from being partnered with Nathan. He wasn’t the greatest today. Again.

I know he’s been a cop for 26 years but he has a lot of outdated opinions so it makes working with him hard sometimes. Today he stopped a homeless person just to harass them and it made me uncomfortable. I intervened the best I could and that lead to me having to listen to him lecture me for an hour about how it was our job to clean up the “trash” in the city as well as take care of the criminals. 

I’m also enjoying getting your letters - it gives me something to look forward to each day now. Even if the day is bad, I know that I can come home to a letter from you and it’s like a little gift! Especially after days that are more challenging than the others. I don’t think the classroom training really prepared me for how mentally taxing field experience can be… but I’m still loving every minute of it!

I can’t wait for the next six weeks to pass so that I don’t have to work with him any longer. I hope that my official partner is someone who actually cares and wants to help people. I know that can be hard to come by in this field but I refuse to believe that every cop is corrupt and has such outdated opinions. 

But other than Nathan, I am enjoying my job. I do feel like this is what I am meant to do in life and I know that I can make a difference. And maybe I can inspire other people to make a difference too.

I enjoyed the comic that you sent me last week! It was funny! I’ve enclosed one of my favorite comics and I hope you think that it’s funny as well. 

I’m always so excited when you tell me about how you’re doing in your field placement! Did you really see a lizard crawl out of someone’s leg? And - there are lizards in New York? I don’t know how you do it, I would have been terrified of that thing. To think… there are flesh-eating lizards… not something I needed to know about but it makes for a good story.

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#chaotic fics #with love your soulmate #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #tk strand x carlos reyes #rafael silva #ronen rubinstein #911 lone star #911 ls #lone star fic

[msfbgraves]

Are gender roles ever questioned in Mob Verse? Do you think there's things happening politically such as "Omega Rights" groups? If Terry and Daniel saw or heard this sort of discourse, what would their reactions be?

My personal view is that Terry and other Alphas he mixes with would find it bewildering and silly. Terry believing that a mated Omega should be protected and cared for, Daniel too. Why on earth would they want to be "equal" to Alphas, to work, to provide etc. I wouldn't imagine either of them are very "woke" 🤣.

You must indeed consider their environment. This is likely set somewhere that would be pre-war for us, though it isn't certain that there ever would be a Second World War in their 'verse. Maybe they were smarter about fascism, who knows. I do know that Terry's not a War vet, but maybe his Daddy died overseas. Then again, an Alpha with a family would be hard pressed to go fight, so it could be a factory accident that got him.

Which gets me to my main point: omegas needing any rights for Alphas would be synonymous with severe, terrible hardship. Alphas do not leave their mates, not really. That's some beta bullshit. Living with them can be difficult for betas, and you see that most beta women with Alphas are pretty fiery themselves, or they are near omega like in their sensibilities. There's a lot of beta women that find Alphas too Extra to bear. The fact that John and Betsy work is largely due to John being rather stoic.

For Terry an omega needing rights is apocalyptic. Of course he doesn't want that. A beta is one thing but an omega. Jaysis, Mary an' Joseph that is some famine and plague shit. Could we not. We're at dinner here. O my God.

Daniel's... ambivalent after he lost his heart to Kumiko. His whole world is littered with tales of why two omegas together without an Alpha spells disaster, but... There's a song, called the Children's Balad (I'm basing this off a poem by Dutch writer Gerrit Komrij) in which two omegas sneak off to have the sweetest love story at dawn where a boy told a girl 'words of wonder, so beautiful even the grass was listening. And the barley said: "be welcome", and split for them, like The Red Sea had too'

Until the boy ends up brutally murdered and 'nobody would ever tell /the heartache of sweet Annabelle'

Yet the sea remembers all...

If it didn't happen more often, why are Alphas so concerned? They doth protest a lot... He's fine, he is, but he wonders... Yet he knows that wondering may not help too much. Alphas are more powerful, and that makes the world run. Look at his marriage. Besides, Kreese's Johnny Lawrence seems much happier now he has the protection of an Alpha again. Anyway, he's busy, he has five pups with another on the way.

But don't leave him alone with Amanda. She was not indoctrinated to be an omega, so there are those that go against type in temperament and worldview. If anyone is knee deep in a movement, it's her. She has nannies to take care of the puppies, and takes no shit.

Terry thinks it's spoiled. Amanda says he set her up. Olivia, her Alpha, laughs with Terry about how they like fire in an omega. Daniel asks, privately, about meetings, but doesn't do anything... yet.

Those pups will grow up too, one day, and who knows? He does read the pamphlets, and thinks about the situation of his people. Talks about it, a little, with his friend Jessica, Vinny and Lisa, and Lucille, but doesn't want to upset his Pop or Terry.

#knights and pawns #omegaverse #silverusso #daniel larusso #thanks to you and all the other sweet nonnies

[ask-beta-anders]

incorrect quotes part 2! if you still like them...

Beta: Hey, no, you stay out of this, this is between me and Ella!

Josh: So Ella knows about this?

Beta, walking away: No, this is between me and me!

-

Ella: Hey Guys!

The squad:

Ella: You are probably wondering why I am duct taped to the wall.

-

Ella: Can I offer you a nice stick in this trying time? --

Beta: Am I right, Ella?

Ella: I’m almost certain you’re not, but to be fair, I wasn’t listening.

-

Josh : *is throwing stones at Beta's window*

Beta: You have a phone for a reason, Josh !

*THUD*

Beta: DID YOU JUST THROW YOUR PHONE AT MY WINDOW?!

---

Beta: *out cold on the ground*

Ella: Oh my god, do you think they’re okay?!

Josh , holding a bucket of ice water: Who cares?! *dumps all of the water on Beta’s face*

-

Ella: Am I a boy? Am I a girl? It doesn't matter. I'm going to burn your house down. (Note: Ella did mention being non-binary(more specifically Demigender) and an affiliation with fire in a few posts so that’s why I put this here)

---

Ben: Where are my fucking keys?

Beta: Ben, Ella is around, can you say it a little nicer?

Ben: May I ascertain the whereabouts of my FUCKING KEYS?!

-

Josh : No, I don't want to talk about physics! I don't know anything about the laws of physics because they are hard and boring. I simply would like them to behave in a way that is most convenient to ME and MY LIFE! Is that really asking too much?

Ella: Yes, as a matter of fact, it is!

Josh : Well, guess what? Science is stupid bullshit!!

Ella: You take that back!!!

Josh : No. Magic is awesome. Science blows. The end.

-

Beta: What is love?

Ben: An emotional minefield.

Ella: A neurochemical reaction.

Josh : Baby don't hurt me.

-

Beta: When will Ted himself...finally show up to the talk?

Josh : The final boss.

Ella: You guys know TEDtalks stands for technology, entertainment, and design talks, right?

Beta: I will not let Ted hide behind these lies any longer!

----

Beta: Why is it that I always lose things as soon as I need them?

Ella: Actually, it's not that you lose things when you need them. You lose them a while before. It's just that you LOOK for things when you need them.

Beta: Okay yeah thanks Ella, that's great but WHERE'S THE FUCKING FIRST AID KIT?

-

Ella: Do you know that we are made out of atoms?

Ella: And atoms never touch each other.

Ella: So in my defense, officer. I did not punch this kid.

-

Beta: How stupid do you think I am?!

Ben: You really want an honest answer to that?

--

Beta : Ella, do you love me?

Ella: Of course I do!

Beta: Would you still love me if I did something bad?

Ella: Well, of course I… would…

Beta : I mean something really, really—

Ella: Beta, what did you do?

---

—-

Police Officer: You have the right to remain silent.

Beta: I choose to waive that right!

Beta: *screaming*

—-----

Beta: *in a jail cell* What about my Miranda rights!? You’re supposed to say I have ‘the right to remain silent’”! NOBODY SAID I HAD THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT!

Ben: *in the cell next to them* You have the right to remain silent, what you lack is the capacity.

----

Beta: What’s it like being tall?

Josh : Is it nice?

Ella: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

Ben: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.

---

Beta: Don’t worry, I have a permit.

Ben: ...This just says “I can do what I want”.

----

Ella: So... what’s goin’ on?

Ben: You want the long version or the short version?

Ella, hesitantly: The short one, I guess?

Ben: Sh*t’s fucked.

Ella: Oh. Well, yeah, that’s definitely not an optimal situation.

-

Beta: I'm going to get myself some soup.

Ella: Be careful not to burn yourself, it's hot.

Beta: Pfft, I won't burn myself.

*30 seconds later*

Beta, entering the room: I burned myself.

-

Ben: Do you want a drink?

Beta: I could go for some appy slices right now.

Ben, mockingly: With a little peanut butter to dip them in?

Beta: OF COURSE I WANT PEANUT BUTTER, BEN!

-

Josh, pointing to the wall: What color is this?

Ben: Gray.

Ella: Grey.

Josh, turning to Ben: Now tell them what color you think it is.

Beta: Dark white.

-

Beta: Smart is attractive. Educate me on something I don't know!

Ella: When someone burns alive their eyeballs will melt while they are still conscious. (note: I changed this line from what it said from the OG generator because Ella mentioned this being her favorite dark fact to tell people in one reblogged post)

Beta: Stop.

---

Ben: You spent all your time on THIS??

Ella putting tiny raincoats on ducklings: They live outside. They need this.

—

Ella: I can't believe there's a cat somewhere in my house. Amazing feeling. Love cats. And he's here, in my house! Somewhere! And I may encounter him! What a treat.

—

Beta: You are, of course, wondering why it is I have brought you here tonight.

Ella: Actually, Beta, after all these years, I just sort of go with it.

—

Beta: *is visibly upset*

Ella: Beta, what happened? I haven't seen you like this since you found out candyland wasn't an actual country.

—

Ella: Fruits that do not live up to their names; passionfruit, grapefruit, honeydew and dragonfruit.

Ella: Fruits that do live up to their names?

Ella: Orange.

—

Ben: So, what is Ella to you?

Beta: The reason I wake up every morning.

Ben: ...That’s adorable.

Ella earlier that morning, barging into Beta′s room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!

—

Beta: Ella, you love me, right?

Ella: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

----

Ben: sorry I’m a little late, I was “doing things”

Josh: *panting* HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE STAIRS

Ben: I wouldn’t call it a push, I prefer giving you a little nudge

Josh: I’ll show you a little nudge when I put my foot up your ass!

Ella: HEY!

Ella, points to Beta: Watch your f*cking mouth around the president!

---

Beta: *holding a salt packet* It’s just a little sodium chloride.

Ella: Actually Beta, it’s salt.

Beta: That’s what I said, sodium chloride.

Ella: Uh Beta, that would be salt.

Ella: *takes salt packer from Beta* This is iodized table salt, which in addition to sodium chloride contains anti-caking agents and potassium iodate, which is added to prevent iodine deficiency. So, not only are you being overly pretentious by insisting on using scientific terminology for everyday items, you are factually wrong. Your arrogance is your downfall, you annoying little shit.

---

Beta: Any questions?

Ella: Uh, yeah, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?

Beta: Uh, a plan, duh...

Josh: Ella, chill, I know it’s weird, but Beta has a point.

Ella: ...

Ella: THAT WAS LITERALLY A PONY DOODLE WITH A HAT!!

---

Beta: Why do you think I don’t like you? I do. I would kill for you.

Beta: Ask me to kill for you.

Ella: ...First of all, calm down-

---

Ella: I’m telling you, my team is competent.

Ben, rushing in: Ella! Beta tried to make pasta in the coffee pot and now it's broken!

---

Ben: sorry I’m a little late, I was “doing things”

Josh: *panting* HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE STAIRS

Ben: I wouldn’t call it a push, I prefer giving you a little nudge

Josh: I’ll show you a little nudge when I put my foot up your ass!

Beta: HEY!

Beta, points to Ella: Watch your f*cking mouth around the president!

----

Ben: Would you take a bullet for me?

Beta: ...yes?

*Josh angrily burst into the room*

Ben: *running away* Great, thanks!

—

Ella: I'm a nice person, but I'm about to start throwing rocks at people.

—

Beta: Hey, wanna hear a funny joke?

Ben: I only like dark humor.

Beta, turning the lights off: What do you call a fake noodle?

Ben:

Beta: An IMPASTA!

—

Josh: I don't know, it's not my cup of tea.

Beta: Well then whose is it?

Josh, staring at a cup of tea: I don't know!

—

Ben: Hey Beta.

Beta: *punches Ben in the stomach*

Ben: What the fuck?

Beta: You are one of my very best friends. And I cannot stand by and watch you throw away your life like this. You're too young....YOU'RE TOO BEAUTIFUL!

Ben: What the fuck are you talking about?

Beta: I'm talking about the baby that's growing inside of your belly right now.

Ella: See ya! *leaves*

Ben: I'm not pregnant!

Beta: Well, not after that punch you're not. I've been taking muay thai classes.

Ben: I was never pregnant, Beta!

Beta: Are... you sure?

Ben: Yes, I'm fucking sure!

Josh: I'm sorry, but why the fuck is everybody yelling over here?

Beta: Oh, I found this positive pregnancy test and—

Josh: *punches Ben in the stomach*

Ben: AW, MOTHERFU--

---

*Josh is speaking on the phone*

Josh: Yeah, I'm with Ben.

Ben: Im fucking dying-

Josh: Yep, they're okay.

Ben: I have a knife in my chest!

Josh: No, they can't talk right now. They're sleeping, sorry.

Ben: IM BLEEDING OUT-

—

Beta: Damn, the power went out.

Ella: Don’t worry, I got this.

Ella: *stomps foot*

Beta: What-?

Ella: *Sketchers light up*

I'm starting to love these ones, I'll say what would happen in reality:

1. Yep if it happens everything that is my business is between me and me.

2.i would have probably been really silent if I saw one of them duct taped in the wall.

3.Ella isn't that ignorant.

4.yep...josh would do that.

5.Ella isn't violent,and I can confirm she's demigender

6.Ben wouldn't swear and he's smart, he'll figure it out.

7.We would believe in science, but we often see magical stuff, like if I am God of chaos, Ben's a angel,Josh is a devil and Ella is human with a void instead of face, I guess we can say magic is cooler.

8.Josh would understand me ;w;

9.this because TEDious.

10.i'm losing stuff..I have a golden fish memory.

11.ella would 100% say that

12.i am not stupid!

13.I did worse and Ella still forgave me but would say that I'm silly and dummy

14.Phh no police shall take me,I can run fast, remember, I'll run from the police in no time.

15.And even if I get caught I can use my anarchy blast.

16.Ben is tallest,followed by me,then Josh,then Ella,so she would be asking.

17.God damn right.

18.yep,I understand everything. (*Shaking my to left and right*)

19.I'm not that clumsy

20.I'm allergic to peanuts butter.

21.correct

22.pretty useful

23.she would do cure things like this.

24.she would do that,she loves animals.

25.and have a good time

26.i'm still sad about it,but wait... isn't candyland a island?No?...ok :(

27.some doesn't work,I tried that

28.i would run jump from the window if someone's doing that to me, if it's Ella I would land in the front door saying good morning

29.she can't know that.

30.around the God of chaos, thank you very much.

31.we're still arguing about it

32.funny plan

33.true,but I'm not yandere

34.you can make pasta everywhere (just don't try this at home kids, I'm a professional)

35.we would be that crazy to do it

36.that's nice,I think?

37.classic me

38.We're still figuring out...

39.men can't be pregnant, right???.....right?

40.i would run to see what's going on,take care of Ben and bonk Josh.

41.my eyes can light up

Wow i did it again, they're so many,I may have lose order,messed up the order or jump over, but these are my answers

[archangelmacaron]

NTMF College AU Chapter 25

;-; Um

I promise things will look up...

BIG CW for violence ;-; ableism, misogynist/sexist and otherwise awful comments but like, mostly violence ;-;

She instinctively tried to struggle away, but he slammed both fists on her shoulders, pinning her to the ground. She heard, then saw, Spica walk to stand over her, looking down with a malicious grin.

-

When Noel could see again she realized that Ribellio was on top of her—but not the classmate she recognized. His eyes were completely vacant.

“Good boy, Ribby.” She patted the man's head in a truly condescending fashion. He didn't react. “Now, Noel, why weren't you a good girl? You should have just died in our apartment. Think of the vibes, I guarantee Jilly and I would get such a discount on rent! I hear that you even get straight A's for the semester if your roomie kills themselves... which, honestly, was basically the look I was going for.”

“Spica... why do you want to kill me?” Noel managed, her eyes flickering from the deranged Ribellio holding her down to Spica standing above her with the strange device. “What have I ever—“

Her eyes slid over to Caron. She made a face at him. “And you, Caron, what the fuck? You're a goddamn Great Devil, some drunk bitch accidentally summons you, and you just let her live? Why? Did she bat her eyes and say, 'pretty please don't kill me, Mr. Devil?' Showed you her tits? Offered you favors? What the hell, dude. I can't believe my luck, drawing the summon circle for such a beta simp. You're supposed to be a heartless killer, here!”

Caron did not respond. Noel feared that he wasn't able to.

“Shh, shh, can it with the 'but what have I ever done to you' shit. You've already figured it out, right? That you're being targeted because of the ceremony, so like, nothing personal, Cerquetti.” She giggled again, but this time there was an edge to it.

Noel got the feeling that, ceremony aside, it was actually extremely personal for Spica.

“Now, as for your actual attempted murder... Well, y'know... honestly, I did it as a lark, you know? I mean, nobody listened to me. I told Daddy Burrows and that bitch Becker—oh yeah, I know she can still hear me, but she doesn't care about shit anymore which is honestly pretty funny, you would not believe the kinda shit I can say right to her face—oh, anyways, I told them that, gimped or no, you weren't going to just accept such an egregious insult as 'not being the very best and center of everyone's attention always.' You have way too much spoiled little rich girl in you for that.”

Noel heard a noise, and Spica poked the prod behind her without looking back. There was another horrible crackling sound, followed by a groan. Noel tried to look, but Spica slapped the tip of the prod on her face, far too close to her eye. “Hey, up here, I'm talkin' to you, roomie.”

The woman yawned, scratching her ear. “Where was I? Oh yeah. So even though I told them, they were like 'oh no, we'll just expel her, that'll be enough, it's too risky to try and kill her again,' something something rich parents, something something investigation... blah blah blah. So! I set up a little show up on my own. And you were such a star for it, Noelly! You're still so clumsy without legs, making sure that table wobbled just right... Didn't know you'd be drunk, too. Oh, that's right!”

She slapped her fist against her palm. “You stole my New Year's wine! Ribby, slap her.”

The force that hit Noel could hardly be called a slap. She couldn't breathe or even see for a moment, and her ears were ringing. She tried not to sob when she heard the crackling noise, and another unintentional cry from Caron, again. “Damn, your boyfriend really doesn't quit, huh, Noel? Maybe I need to up the voltage...”

Leave him alone—

She couldn't get the words out. Spica slowly came back into focus.

“But I guess that's not an answer you'd really be satisfied with, the whole 'why would I wanna kill you' thing. I mean, that doesn't even explain why I'm working with them, or what the ceremony is, right? That part's still a secret. But why I personally want to kill you? I'll tell you, and only you, the truth, Noel...”

Spica leaned over further, grabbing her chin to force her to look into her eyes. Once again, they appeared to be pure black. Her smile had completely vanished, leaving her with a cold, mask-like appearance. She leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “The truth is, Noel Cerquetti, I'm so fucking jealous of you I can't stand it anymore.”

The concept was bewildering. “Wh... at?”

Spica gestured with her own chin towards the stage where Professor Becker was standing silently. “You know Becker? How she's got no emotions anymore? Well, it's worse for me. She knows what happened to her. She agreed to it. But me?”

Spica shook her head, her voice slowly raising to a shriek. “I still have feelings, or something along those lines, I guess, but something else is missing now, Noel, something I know I had at one point. And you definitely have it, and you're using it, and it's so fucking unfair that a basic bitch like you was born rich and pampered and spoiled and I don't even remember how I came to exist!”

She unexpectedly stomped onto Noel's arm so hard she couldn't hold back the scream. She recognized the sound, the sickening crunch, and choked back the urge to vomit from the pain.

I think... something just broke...

“Oopsies, Professor Becker, I think I just broke something!" Spica giggled, turning back to Noel. "I mean, that was really all you needed to do, wasn't it? Just break her fucking arm, that've ended her piano career real quick. Instead you dumbasses took her stupid legs, what was she gonna do, play the cleansing song with her feet?”

The cleansing song... so there is something about the way I'd play it that threatens them. Confirming this doesn't help us now...

Professor Becker ignored the taunts. “Miss Spica, time is becoming limited. The mobile phone, please.”

“Oh, yeah...” Spica moved down, out of Noel's eyesight and began digging in her pockets. The feeling was incredibly violating.

Noel looked up in Ribellio's empty eyes as he held her down, as expressionless as Professor Becker. Somehow, the vision was more sad than terrifying to her. She remembered the only time she'd ever seen him smile—the only time she could remember seeing him without Spica close by. She and Jillian had invited him to join them for lunch, when Spica was in a disciplinary hearing. He didn't say much as they ate, but seemed to relax just the tiniest bit with them. She couldn't even remember what she'd said to make Jillian laugh so hard, but when she looked over at him, the very tip of his lips had curled upwards, too.

I know him... Not well, but I know him. He's not like this. He can't be doing this from his own free will. He has to be suffering too...

“Ribellio... pl—“

This time the spark was so bright it burned her eyes, and the noise was so loud it drowned out whatever sound Caron must have made. “That's it for max voltage? Damn... disappointing.”

“Spica, please—“

Spica patted Noel's thigh, right where her leg ended and the prosthetic began. “Don't talk to my boyfriend, Noel, or I'll fucking kill yours.”

Spica finally found the correct pocket and pulled out the phone. “Right. So, let's see... no passcode? Silly Noel. Here's your messages with Jillian, ooh, did she ever send you any nudes? Oh, right, you two weren't actually dating, it was that whole unrequited bullshit. I'm looking for Fugo, right...? Anyway, Becks, what did you want me to send?”

“Please give me the phone, Miss Spica. I will send the message.”

Spica pouted as she stood up and walked over to the stage. “Fine, fine... Seriously, though, I don't get the deal here. You had Jilly here, Noel was on her way, why the whole ambush in the woods? Why let Jilly escape? I could've been playing with them this whole time! We coulda made Jillian watch! Have you seen that girl have a panic attack? It would have been awesome!”

If she hadn't been emotionless, Noel was sure Professor Becker would have sounded impatient. “Miss Spica, surely you are aware that, despite how easily it seems that your tool has removed him as a threat, Caron is indeed a Great Devil. It is a shame they were unable to kill him in the woods, but their work was still useful. If he had not been exhausted first, it's unlikely you'd have subdued him at all, let alone so quickly.”

Is he exhausted from healing me...? No, I paid him, he said that would take care of it... was it healing himself, then? No, wait—it was the noise—making the noise to draw them off us. Why didn't he ask me to pay him for that, too? Maybe then I could have...

Professor Becker frowned, an expression made more of habit than emotion. “Jillian's escape was unexpected. I am still not certain how it was done, but we cannot allow it to happen again. When she arrives, capture her immediately and carefully. Do not harm her at all.”

“Got it. Ribby's on the case. You can be gentle, right, Ribs?” Spica walked back over and patted Ribellio's head again. “And I can kill Fugo, right? What about these two?”

“Mr. Dressel must be eliminated. You may do what you wish with these two now, provided Miss Cerquetti stays alive. Jillian will not be obedient otherwise.” She heard Professor Becker's heels clacking as she started to walk away. “I cannot stay to observe. Dean Burrows needs me. Do not fail, Miss Spica.”

So it was a trap... they made Jillian send those messages to lure me, but it sounds like she escaped. So they're using me to lure Jillian now?

What do they need her to be obedient for? Why do they need her at all?

I thought I was the target! Why is everyone I care about getting involved in this!? Why can't it just be me?

She heard a door close. Spica's voice mocked Professor Becker's emotionless one. “Do not fail, Spica!' Oh, shut up, you old bitch... how the hell can I fail at something so easy?”

Noel tried to turn her head to look at Caron. He wasn't facing her. She couldn't tell if he was conscious or not, but he moved slightly as she looked at him.

He's still alive... Caron...

Spica walked back over to them, pacing while holding the prod behind her back. “Okay, so I get to kill Fugs, and I can kill him, too... let me think about how I wanna do this. Hmm...”

“Spica...” Noel knew it would be useless, but she had to try anyways. “Please... just let Caron go.”

Spica stopped pacing, rolling her eyes again. “Oh, here we go with that bullshit...”

Noel continued anyways. “I will beg you, Spica. I'll... degrade myself however you want...”

“Ooh, that is tempting, Noelly. To see someone as proud as you even offer that is pretty nice...” Spica put her hand on her chin, looking as if she was considering it.

Noel looked up at the other woman, her expression pleading. “I'll do whatever you want, I'll be... obedient. I promise, I'll—just please—“

Spica closed her eyes and let out a sigh. She shook her head, giving Noel a pitying smile. “Oh, Noelly, hun... you're gonna be obedient whether you want to or not.”

I know it's so pointless to beg... but what else can I do? I'm not strong enough... I have no way to fight her.

It's my pride that started all this, anyways... I don't need it. I don't need it at all. Please...

She clapped her hands together, making sparks fly from the tip of the prod again. “Okay, so, let's get started! I've decided. I'm gonna torture you first, and then I'll kill him. Mm, tasty despair!”

She walked over to Caron, giving him a firm kick to roll him over. “Rise and shine, bird boy. You're not gonna wanna see this.”

Noel could see his face now, his eyes not even half open. His expression was heartbreakingly frustrated. She tried to smile, blinking back tears. “Don't... watch... you don't need to...”

Spica stomped on her broken arm again, forcing out another scream of pain. “Oh, shut up, of course he's gotta watch. Unless you want me to torture him first? I could switch it up... hmm, which is better...”

Through blurry eyes, she could see that Caron was reaching towards her. Spica hadn't noticed, looking up thoughtfully as she debated how to begin her torture. Noel reached out her arm, and was able to touch just the tiniest tip of his finger—then it looped around hers, squeezing it tightly as their eyes met.

Once again, they were able to understand each other without saying anything.

I'm so sorry, Caron... I really wanted to say that I loved you out loud.

“All right, plan stays, I'm stickin' with Noel as the appetizer.” Spica looked down at her, her black eyes glinting as lightning flashed outside the window again. The storm was back. “Let's see, where to begin... Ribby... take out her right eye.”

#fanfic