#never had that sort of confidence before. i was just so mad because it's meant to be a public path!!!! it was the route google maps

[katya-goncharov]

today i acted kind of karen like in public for about the first time in my life, and i'm honestly still astonished at myself

#basically me and my friend were on our way to the pantomime and we'd scheduled JUST enough time to walk over #and then the public meadow walkway that's supposed to be open to everyone and which is the main path to walk into the city centre was #just. randomly closed off unless you had a wristband to prove you'd paid for some event that was being held there. there were #literally security people checking and not letting anyone else through. so i went and asked how we could get into town and they #were like oh you'll have to head back and walk all the way round the meadows. which would have made us really late #and i wasn't THAT rude but i did say to them ''um but isn't this a public walkway? is it even legal to close it off?'' and argued a bit #and the security person just said it was the council's decision. so i left it at that and i had to call my mum to get her to give us a lift #with the car and we STILL ended up being late for the pantomime :( #but yeah i didn't cause a scene or anything but i WAS more argumentative than i ever usually am! and i'm surprised because i've #never had that sort of confidence before. i was just so mad because it's meant to be a public path!!!! it was the route google maps #told us to go and they can't just suddenly charge you money to walk through public places just to get where you're going! it's just like. #the injustice and wrongness of it! and it was such a stressful evening. but i think maybe it's a good thing that i'm getting better at #standing up for myself. as long as i don't start being a bitch to customer service people. which i don't intend to!

[thebibutterflyao3]

Day Twenty-Three - Prompt: Cropped @rosekiller-microfic

March Daily Series - 972 words

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Barty allowed himself a full thirty-six hours of recovery before returning to The Ink Spot. He was sore, but mobile. That was enough.

When he stepped in the door, Emmeline loudly snorted and promptly covered her mouth to stifle her laughter. She knew what he was doing, as did anyone else that cared to pay attention. Every time someone else worked on him, Evan became a little more unhinged. He was possessive as fuck over his clients and Barty was counting on that playing in his favour.

“What now?” Evan grumbled. His stall was the first one past the waiting room, so he had a front row seat to Barty’s nonsense.

“Morning, Em,” Barty said cheerfully. He flashed a bright smile at her and she winked conspiratorially. It was unlikely that she knew the details of any of this, she simply enjoyed the game at Evan’s expense. “Anyone available?”

“Fuck.”

Emmeline hummed an amused little tune as she scanned her list. “If you’re willing to wait about an hour? I can squeeze you in.”

“For fuck’s sake, Emmeline. Just tell him ‘no’ for once,” Evan hissed.

She ignored him and gestured at the chairs. “Settle in.”

Barty moved carefully through the maze of outstretched legs and eased into a chair near the front window. He would be on his best behaviour today. That was sure to drive Evan mad. If he couldn’t hear him, he’d be more likely to check on him, which meant that he would spend the entire hour thinking about him. It was a sound plan.

Unless he decides to strangle me. Very possible alternative.

This would probably have been counterproductive with anyone else, but with Evan, stubborn determination tended to pay off. Not always, but often enough.

He focused on the second half of his plan. This part required more finesse, which was not his forte. Barty typed his message, deleted the first half, typed it again, then deleted it entirely. He leaned forward and rubbed his forehead.

How can I make things right with Pandora without addressing Regulus first? And how do I do that?

This was the part of his plan that he was least confident in. Evan probably wouldn’t really take him back unless he made amends, but Barty had burned those bridges with a fucking flamethrower.

There has to be a way. I have to find a way before Evan moves on.

Barty wracked his brain for ideas. Nothing seemed to go far enough to make up for cheating on Reg. At least not when he was trying to avoid the appearance of pursuing him. That would be a dangerous proposition. He wasn’t a moron. Evan would murder him if Pandora and Dorcas didn’t get the job done first.

While scrolling Instagram for inspiration, he landed on Sirius’s profile. Among the lot of them, Sirius was the only one who hadn’t blocked him yet. Although, that was likely because he’d never interacted with Sirius online before. If he tried it, chances were good he’d be blocked by him too.

Idly, he flipped through Sirius’s photos. There were several of a tall bloke, a redhead, and a brawny man with glasses, but few of the people Barty recognised. Pandora was in one and Regulus was in two. Then, he landed on one with the brawny man and Regulus together.

Hold on, I know him. He’s friends with Peter.

Barty searched Sirius’s profile for the short, heavyset bloke with close-cropped hair that he’d run into at the club in Scotland. He hadn’t connected Peter to Sirius at the time, but it couldn’t be a coincidence that this Latino fellow was friends with both and for one not to know the other. Peter was friendly enough and asked if he had any weed to sell, so he’d sold it to him. The shorter bloke had chattered like a magpie the entire time, but the brawny man just loomed behind him like a security guard.

“There you are,” he muttered to himself. “Peter. Peter, hmm. How are you connected, mate?”

After a few minutes of deliberation, Barty opened Peter’s profile. He was some sort of business lackey. No wonder he needed the weed. His profile wasn’t extensive, but his DMs were open. Barty decided to give it a go. The worst that could happen is that Peter told him to piss off.

Met you at the club in Edinburgh a few weeks back and realised we know the same people. I fucked things up with a friend or two and want to apologise. Mind offering some advice? I’d make it worth your while.

-Barty (grass distributor extraordinaire)

Within minutes, he had a response:

Vaguely remember you, but your weed was top quality. Who are we talking about?

Barty hurriedly responded:

Regulus and Pandora. We used to be close, but I fucked it up and I’m trying to make amends.

There was a longer pause this time, but eventually Peter replied:

Are you the one who showed up in Wales?

Fuck. If Peter knew about his dust-up with Pandora in Wales, it was unlikely that he’d help now. Barty considered lying, but figured the truth was easier to defend.

Yeah, I was off it. Part of what I want to apologise for, actually.

Peter responded with a curt dismissal that Barty absolutely deserved:

Sounds like a you problem.

Well, fuck.”

Barty knew it was a long shot, but he had to try. The reality was harder to swallow, but easier to accept. He’d promised not to approach Pandora or Regulus directly, and he didn’t even know how to contact Dorcas, so that left Evan. Somehow, he had to win Evan back without fixing things. That should blow up in his face in approximately three days.

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[miracles-and-butterflies]

For @dandylion94, based on the prompt: “Camilo and Mirabel are trapped together somewhere and have a heart to heart while waiting for rescue.”

Post rebuild, Camilo tries to prank Mirabel but it ends up backfiring on himself as he accidentally locks them both in the laundry room. While waiting to be found by the family, the two get to talking and learning stuff about each other.

Change Your Mind

Mirabel yelped as the door suddenly slammed shut behind her. The action and noise almost loud enough that it made it the walls tremble. Her knuckles gripping white against the basket, she turned around. Only to find a snickering Camilo, waiting beside the wall by the recently closed door.

“You’re an idiot,” she muttered.

“Uh, no, you’re the idiot, primita. You’re the one who just freaked out over a door.” He remarked. “My sister’s gonna be mad.”

“Your sister is also going to know exactly whose fault it is and is going to inform the adults of such.”

Camilo groaned a little. “You’re so boring. It’s just a dumb joke you don’t have to take everything so seriously. Would it kill you to find the fun for once?”

“I can have fun,” she countered, setting down the basket and beginning to sort through the laundry. “And I can manage to do so without insulting or humiliating someone in the process. Not that you would know anything about that. Would it be so difficult for you to take something seriously?”

“I took the rebuild seriously.”

“Your first comment was quite literally about us no longer having a house.”

“That wasn’t my first comment, actually. You weren’t there for it because you ran off.”

“Well, I was present for the rebuild and I can confidently say you weren’t much help.”

“You weren’t either, thread-head. All you did was sew something for the kitchen. I carried a few bricks, babysat several kids and, as horrifying as it is to you, actually got my hands dirty!” He insisted, lifting his hands and waving his fingers, dramatically.

“And there you go again, acting like a child,” Mirabel clicked her tongue.

“Uh, newsflash, I am a child,” Camilo commented. “We are both children. I can be silly and messy and loud and annoying and vulgar and reckless and whatever else you complain about it if I want. You’re the odd one out, prima. Not me.”

Mirabel glanced up from the clothes she was sorting through. “This is all very concerning as it’s coming from someone who is meant to be a role model and guardian to young children. I dread to think what kind of awful impression you are leaving on the children you babysit and the messed up futures they’ll have,” she said, as though she was merely talking about the weather.

That struck a nerve in Camilo.

And he wasn’t going to leave without getting the last word in.

His hands fell to his sides in tight fists as he stepped away from the door, wanting to fully stand down his cousin. “Yeah, but I’m clearly a better person than you are, seeing as you’re the one here who wasn’t good enough to get a gift!”

Mirabel slowly dropped the blouse she had been holding. She turned back to him, eyes narrowed up at him, pushing herself away from the counter.

He’d grown a lot recently - and though he already has a vision from Bruno has guaranteed he’d end up taller than his sister - he has clearly never stood so close to Mirabel in a while. Because she was really, really short and maybe that ruined some of the conviction in her words.

“You don’t know when to quit it, do you?”

“Clearly not if I’m such a kid.”

Apparently done with this argument, Mirabel turned away sharply and returned to her work, ignoring him entirely. Camilo gave one final scoff before stalking back to the door. He reached for the doorknob and tried to twist it, but nothing happened.

Getting more frustrated, he jiggled the doorknob harder. Twisting one way and then the other. Pulling and pushing with all his weight. Kicking at the door and then bashing his shoulder into it. Trying anything to get it loose. Nothing worked. Even Casita tried helping with the floor tiles and a wooden beam, but nobody was strong enough to free the door. He slowly came to the realisation that during his earlier prank, he must have slammed the door too hard and gotten it jammed.

“What is it?” Asked Mirabel from behind. She didn’t sound as upset as she had a moment ago.

“The door’s jammed,” Camilo admitted in defeat. “We’re stuck in here.”

Mirabel shook her head. “Only temporarily. Lunch can’t be that far away and my absence will be noted by—”

He couldn’t help himself from bursting into laughter at that. And he was mildly surprised that Mirabel didn’t immediately chastise him for it. “People don’t notice when you don’t show up at meals, just guess you’re off sewing or that you are there. You’re quiet. It’s the same with Dolores. It’s why I use you two if I want seconds.”

“Then surely someone will notice your absence…” she trailed off from her question, realising. She sighed heavily. “Or no, they won’t. They’ll assume that you have shapeshifted into somebody else or have gone out to town to see your friends without informing anyone.”

“Dolores is having a day off in her room,” Camilo said, after a beat. “And there’s no windows in here.”

“…Looks like we really are stuck here then.”

“I guess so.”

The first hour or so passed with no drama. They remained on opposite sides of the small room and said nothing to each other. Mirabel continued with the chores she was meant to actually be here for without compliant (cleaning clothes, darning holes, etc), while Camilo was slowly losing his mind. There was nothing to do in here.

The second hour came and went. And then the third. And then… well, Camilo stopped counting by then. His stomach was really starting to growl and though he kept checking through the gap at the bottom of the door, he couldn’t see any sign that the family had come back. Though surely they had eaten lunch by now? Wouldn’t Dolores have to leave her room at some point and would hear them? The small source of light outside of the room, slowly faded.

He thinks he must have fallen asleep because, when he next opens his eyes, the entire room was pretty much pitch black. Mirabel had to stop what she was doing as she could no longer see much beyond the slight glimmer of her needle. He could just make out his cousin’s figure in the same place - has she even moved at all? - her knees huddled up against her chest, the same way Antonio does after a nightmare. It’s too dark that he doesn’t even notice Mirabel is looking over at him until she breaks the silence.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I shouldn’t have said those things about you. You are wonderful with the village children and Antonio.”

Camilo shrugged a little. “Eh, I probably deserved it. I went out of my way to prank you, even when I know you don’t like ‘em and scare easy. I mean, that’s not setting a great example to kids.”

There was a pause. “Well, neither is what I’m doing,” Mirabel continued. “I can be cold, stubborn and very closed off about my feelings, which can’t be the best impression for Antonio. I never thought being so levelheaded and responsible would be a bad thing, but… I just spent the last eight hours, trapped in a room, working.”

“Why? Why would you do that? What’s wrong with you?”

“If I were to guess a lot of anxiety, trauma from Casita’s collapse and a crippling need to over-compensate for not getting a gift. Aside from the literal answer, it feels wrong to be not doing something productive.”

“Yeah, you're the weirdest sixteen-year-old I’ve ever met. And I’m me.”

“Apparently, I’m also a hypocrite to Luisa.”

“Yeah that as well— wait, it’s been eight hours!?”

“Eight hours and twenty minutes, I think; I could be wrong. That is what I counted. Isn’t that what you’ve been doing?”

Camilo stared at her in shock.

“You aren’t human.”

“It’s just counting. It’s not impressive—”

“You kept count of time for like almost half a day in the middle of doing that sewing and shit, how the hell is that not impressive?” He exclaimed, gesturing to the clothes. Or where he assumed they were.

“The counting was the more challenging bit, but only because mathematics isn’t something I care about. Stitching is all second nature to me at this point, as simple as mere breathing,” Mirabel explained.

He slowly picked his jaw up off the floor. He had always thought Dolores wasn’t completely human - as a child, he was convinced she was some higher being because of her smarts. He’d never really paid much notice to the fact that Mirabel easily caught up as her equal. Sure, he knew his prima was smart; his teachers use to complain about his grades being appalling in comparison to his “baby, female, giftless cousin”. But like… what the actual hell?

“What else do you know?” He asked.

Mirabel blinked. “What do you mean?”

“Like, off the top of your head, what else is in there? Wait, that’s a dumb question… um, you know how my sister claims she can play any instruments she touches, could you do that?”

“First of all, Dolores can actually do that. I have seen it with my own eyes and that is something to be regarded as impressive. Could I do that? No. Having only tried the piano, accordion and a few woodwind instruments, I don’t have enough knowledge on the other families of instruments to even know where to begin. Anyone could try, but not many instantly gain understanding of a new instrument.”

“You can play the piano? What? Since when?”

“Since about three? Pa taught me the basics and, with the aid of Dolores’ music books taught myself the rest.”

“How did I not know about this? I’ve never heard you play!”

“You never asked. I only play when the rest of you are at work.”

He nodded in understanding. “I guess now I should share some facts about me that you don’t know. Just to make it equal.”

“Is there something I don’t know?” Mirabel questioned, unconvinced.

“Probably not, I’m very loud and open about myself.” He chuckled. “Uh… yeah, no, I got nothing. What is there to say? I babysit, I act, I play football, pull pranks, have a boyfriend, am the weird kid in my class. Oh no, actually, wait! I got something! When my parents first moved me into the nursery with you, I wanted to be your friend.”

Nobody said anything for a long time.

“You what?”

“Yeah! You were the only other child in the house who wasn’t going to school at the time and we’d be roommates.” Camilo went on to say. “I remember being excited for our play dates, I remember Mamí telling me about a new friend and thinking it was the best present ever. I couldn’t wait. And then… you clearly weren’t as interested, maybe scared of me and my energy, and we had two very different ideas of what ‘play’ meant. And rather than help, our mothers just kept trying to force us together which made it all worse. No wonder you eventually burst before I started school, begging Luisa to put an end to it. That really hurt, by the way. I started school thinking nobody would want to be my friend.”

There was another quiet moment as Mirabel shifted. “Well, now I feel bad,” she mumbled. “I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I just couldn’t understand why the adults were doing this; I was convinced I was being punished for something.”

“Don’t be. We were kids,” he waved off. “We weren’t the second Isabela and Dolores, no matter how hard they tried to force it. We probably would have turned out completely hating each other if things didn’t happen the way they did. And I made a ton of friends within ten minutes of getting dragged into school.”

“I know… I’m still sorry I disappointed you. But, I suppose that is very consistent for me.”

He was going to ask her what she meant by that because she’s one of the last people who disappoint someone. Always polite, always helpful, flawless behaviour and grades, and— oh. That. That makes a lot of sense.

“You’re not as bad as you seem to think you are,” he ventured. “You’re not as bad as I thought you were. Still an abuela trapped in a school girl’s body, but you… I don’t know. I don’t want to see you get punched in the face anymore. It’s just nice getting to talk about all this shit, you know?”

“I concur. You aren’t the court fool I thought you were.” Mirabel hummed, softly.

“…I’m just gonna pretend I know what you said.”

“I said that I agree with you.”

He cackled for a moment. “That’s a first.”

He thinks she might have chuckled a little too. “Savour the moment, for I doubt it will happen again.”

“We’re not gonna go back to… all that arguing, are we? When— if we get out of here?”

“Of course, we will get out of here. Dolores will hear us and get Luisa any minute now.” Mirabel answered. He could almost hear her roll her eyes. “But, to answer the first question, I wouldn’t mind it if we stopped with the arguing. Perhaps we could try being civil?”

“Great! I don’t know what you mean, but same!”

As if on cue, the room was suddenly flooded with light as the door was smashed clean off its hinges. Camilo scrambled back into the wall, only narrowly avoiding being hit by the thing. Mirabel slowly crept towards the light from the other side of the room, smiling in relief at the two figures - of their older sisters - stood in the doorway.

“I told you so,” she remarked.

“But how did you know?” Camilo whispered in horror, then gasped. “Witch!”

Dolores just held a hand out to the room. “See, Luisa? I told you they weren’t dead.”

She was immediately shoved aside as Luisa shoulder-barged her way through the doorway, running into the open room and drawing Mirabel into a tight hug.

“I was so worried about you!” The strongest was saying, maybe she was crying. “My poor hermanita! I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t realise you got locked in here! I had— well, I thought I was having a conversation with you for a full ten minutes until Bela asked me ‘what the fuck I was doing talking to myself’! And Dolores wanted to leave you in here until the morning because she was busy writing poetry, so I dragged her here to make sure you didn’t die. I’m never letting go of you again!”

“That’s wonderful, Luisa, and I have missed you very much too, but I can’t breathe,” Mirabel winced.

Camilo scampered out, heading straight for the kitchen, as Dolores followed after him, dusting down her dress.

“I can’t believe that food is the first thing on your mind,” she complained. “Not even a thank you.”

“Hey! I’ve not eaten since breakfast! I’m actually starving for once!” Camilo yelled back. He gratefully sank his teeth into some of the leftovers. Shovelling spoon after spoon into his mouth. “Thanks for coming to get us, hermana. You couldn’t have done it sooner?”

Dolores scoffed, “Nobody told you to lock yourself and your cousin in the laundry room, hermanito. I fetched Luisa as soon I realised what had happened! Though… it sounds like something good has come out of this and it means I will get to hear less of you arguing with people, so I don’t really have any regrets. In all honesty though, I am glad that you and Mirabel have made up. If you can get along with me, you can do it with her. Besides,” she added, smirking, “I was going to need you two to work together to plan my wedding.”

“But Mirabel wouldn’t know romance if it smacked her across the head?”

“You will bring the romance and dramatic elements, she will bring everything else. It is a flawless plan—”

“You couldn’t use Isabela and Luisa because they would embarrass the shit out of you?”

“Precisely.”

He had a light bulb moment, dropping his spoon into the bowl. “Maybe I should the jam the laundry door on you three and get you lot to make it up to each other!”

“Camilo Valentino Estrada Madrigal—”

“What? I’m only kidding!”

#encanto #my writing #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #dolores madrigal #luisa madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #isabela madrigal

[yandere-sins]

Can I ask for your take/opinion on a yandere idea? This was a passing thought, so forgive me if I don't explain it well.

But what about a yandere who enjoys the chase more than the catch? Like, they go all out getting their Darling and making sure they are Darling's one and only, but they start to get bored after a while of Darling finally being theirs so they move on. And what if Darling had snapped at some point because of the Yandere's constant mind games and was now convinced the two of them were meant to be so they sort of... switch positions. Now Darling is the predator and Yandere is the prey. The feelings are never really mutual (except for that short overlap in the middle). I think the idea is fun to consider, especially if you want to see how crazy handles crazy.

Honestly, I'm not proud of it, but I have totally chased someone and dumped their ass once I had them before lol. 16-year-old me was fucking ruthless I tell ya. Regardless, I, personally, don't think it's a very good trope for yandere, so it's not my favorite. Sorry to not have a better view on it ):

I believe there is something about the darling that draws the yandere in, but instead of being able to be normal about shared interests or kindness you showed them—or anything you can think about really—they just fall into this huge hole of obsession that they can't get out. Although this is also possible by e.g. torture and breaking of the mind, as with the darling here, somehow regretting the catch feels almost like the yandere... never was a yandere. Because it's the end goal to have a loving darling and live the 'normal' life with them for the yandere, their obsession never stops. At least to me, I know it's farfetched.

The "darling going yandere for their yandere" is just not my favorite thing because it honestly equals the ending of a compliant darling which is just a fucked up couple if they do end up together consensually. And if we take away that the captor is a yandere originally, then wouldn't the captive breaking not result in a more catatonic darling, rather than a darling that wants the love of the captor? You see, of course this is all nitpicking because I really can't make sense of it otherwise while still staying in the trope.

I will, however, give you an alternative if you look for the crazy meets crazy. How about two polar opposites that hate each other? Serial killer and detective, hero and villain, two office workers absolutely unable to stand one another but forced to work together. The good ol' enemies to (unwilling) lovers, where one of them finally goes yandere because they can't imagine their life without the other. Because they realize they are nothing without their darling, their whole existence relies on them. Darling is the only thing on their mind ever, and they can't control the many, untameable emotions they feel for the darling. Sure, they hate each other, but the yandere loves being hated by their darling and loves putting them in their place just as much. If they could have their way with their darling they'd absolutely have them exactly how they want them.

However, darling too, is struggling without them. Maybe going through existencial crisis without their mad counterpart or they realize they can't live up to the expectations once they bested the yandere (yan let them win obv.). Maybe the yandere is putting stones in their way, and forcing the darling to rely on them if they want to progress in their doings. Maybe darling gets gaslit and their self-confidence destroyed. The tension is exquisite as they realize they hate the yandere more than anyone in this world, but the yan might be the only one who gets them and keeps them motivated to improve themselves. It creates the dependency I talk about a lot, and it can go so far as to make the darling desperate, crushing them until they realize they can't get out of the mess they created. They can't give in to the yandere, but also can't do anything to stop them. They need to work with the yandere somehow, but everything about them repulses the darling.

People can't help but think the darling has gone mad as well. They are right. The darling broke a long time ago, but so did the yandere. No one will ever be able to understand these two psychos as they fight each other, so fixated on the other that they don't even realize the things going on outside of their feud. Or how people secretly ship them. Or that they need to finish their fucking around, but even if they leave their jobs/doings/etc. behind they'll never be able to get rid of each other, already too lost in the mad love and mad dependency.

Hope you might like this idea, and thank you for sharing yours! I am just very particular about figuring out how to make yandere work realistically and in-depth. And I totally don't mean in any way or form that you can't enjoy it, it's just my opinion ^^

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[sonicjustbecause]

About Shadow, constantly switching from cool to awful.

I wonder if Shadow is controversial for his being (in some incarnations) a gray (if not dark gray) character of for his being (in some incarnations) a poor character. He suffers for the same inconsistencies of other Sonic characters, for obvious reason (many heads work around Sonic, so this thing is completely normal). Surely, is many incarnations can get crazier than Sonic's. He's not always this sullen calico hedgehog, in some incarnation he may be even cheerful. The only consistent thing is his grim look.

Adventure/Heroes/'06 Shadow

This Shadow is the first and original one. He remembers me a lot Midna from legend of Zelda, a character with a sinister and evil outlook that turned out to be a nice person. The original Shadow indeed is nicer than he might seem at first glance and has a lot of nuances. He's not grumpy and he rarely gets angry, he is overall cool.

He doesn't start as a good guy. He debuts as vengeful, lunatic (he talks like a mad scientist and is melodramatic) and makes a fool of Eggman (Eggman doesn't realize, is funny). All of this was due to his intense unhappiness and his horrible past. He was created on the space colony ARK by Eggman's grandfather, Gerard Robotnik as a living weapon for G.U.N. and as medicine to cure his niece, Maria who had AIDS. Shadow befriended Maria and was a sort of a younger brother to her. Unfortunately, ARK was raided by G.U.N. who feared Shadow, the very weapon they commissioned, and everybody were killed, including Maria who sacrificed herself to save Shadow. One thing that I noticed is that Shadow didn't fight back when he was attacked by G.U.N on the ARK, he just tried to escape with Maria. My interpretation is that Gerard programmed him to be obedient and submissive to G.U.N.). Captured again, he was put in cryostasis. Before being killed, Gerald manages to reprogram Shadow to carry a purpose of revenge, twisting his mind. Yet the core of his personality remain the same, he saves Rouge twice, once not even knowing who she is due to amnesia (Sonic Heroes). Shadow had suicidal thoughs, he wanted to destroy the whole planet while taking also his own life.

Thanks to Amy he reveals his true (and better) colours. Shadow is a brave, selfless yet quiet guy that keeps a low profile, at first glance he may seem timid but is just cautious. When needed he shows a unsuspected boldness and he is not afraid to speak his mind, yet he has very hard time talking about how he feels, shutting off, stopping to talk when stressed. Early Shadow is not always serious. Sometimes he is a fun guy. When around Sonic or Rouge, or when there is a good challenge, he can be playful, mischievous and cocky, talking almost like Sonic, even using his same catchprhrases. He is very stubborn and never gives up, it doesn't matter what.

Shadow lighting the mood.

He is usually sad, melancholic and very lonely, not only because of his past but also because his future and because he is and will always be an outcast. He is a immortal being, halfway between a fully living, organic creature and an android (he is made of flesh and blood and has a heart but his mind and personality is programmable like the one of a computer) and not as confident as he may seem. He suffers from amnesia and PTSD, and this often leaves him confused and doubtful about himself. A misconception is about himself referring as the 'ultimate lifeform' as a badget of superiority, while he often just refers himself either as 'Shadow the hedgehog' or simply 'Shadow' to remember himself that he is also a person and as such he is worthy, too. Since he was meant to die, the sides of his personality are very compressed and complete in Sonic Adventure 2 and remain consistent in Heroes and 06, changing just that bit, according to the nature and the atmosphere of the games, showing that this version of Shadow is very flexible.

At least in SA2 it was shown he could be a good friend to Sonic. With this spontaneous gesture.

Shadow is left handed. I've read somewhere that he was meant to be Sonic twin and he looks identical to him, a full mirror image, just with different colours and quillstyle. SA2 originally was meant to reveal also Sonic's past. However I don't know if is just a rumor or if that there was this idea around.

X/'05 Shadow

Compared to Adventure/Heroes/06, this Shadow is more bold, moody and violent and way less cautious, often taking decision and acting instead of first watching, pondering and then moving like in early videogames. He is more mysterious than early Shadow from videogames. Even to himself. Not my cup of tea, he is too harsh, but he is perfect for those who love anti-heroes. He has the Jessica Fletcher/Conan Edogawa curse, those close to him always die, like Molly. poor thing. The scenes where he suffers the consequences of his PTSD and amnesia are graphic. Oh yes!

Amnesia. Shadow collapsing in pain.

PTSD. He went blank and froze, unable to do anything.

Edgelord(late '00s and '10s)/IDW Shadow

The most awful and unfortunately the most long lived and well know incarnation, this is cemented in all sonic fans. I think of this Shadow a literally anti-Mary Sue. If Mary Sues are those ultra perfect characters, devoid of flaws, loved by everybody and that are always right, anti Mary-Sues are the opposite, character with no redeeming qualities that are troublemakers. And edgelord Shadow can be a great troublemaker at times. I can't see how we got there, or maybe I do. They flanderized the flaws of X Shadow and twisted his good trait. This Shadow is selfish, extremely arrogant, grumpy, short tempered, sometimes blinded by his own ego (zombie arc docet). Whatever he does is just for his personal benefit and nothing else and his dialectic is foreseeable. Team Dark is gone, no relationship of any nature with Rouge and While IDW Shadow is shown to have a soft spot for the chao, in other incarnations of the same period is shown to mistreat them. I may continue but is all bad things, it gets boring.

Archie/Universe Shadow

He is based on Adventure/Heroes/06 Shadow but he is... warmer? More talkative (but still quiet) and slightly more open, also more bold. He doesn't go mute when stressed though he has a tendency to retreat somewhere and brood when upset. This Shadow seems a sort of perfectionist, he hates failures and put himself under a lot of pressure. Overall a softer version of X Shadow. I must say, at the start i believed this Shadow was just a melancholic Sonic. When I played SA2 first I liked Shadow and his refreshing personality, but in later '00 he started to become less and less likeable. I forgot his original personality. Rewatching cutscenes from Adventure 2, Heroes and 06, I remembered why I used to like Shadow and I realized how Archie Shadow made sense.

Chousoku Shadow

I said things in Japan can be crazier than you think, for this I'll mention this outlandish version. Dash and Spin chousoku Sonic is a light hearted comic and Shadow is part of it. This Shadow is quite arrogant, slightly grumpy at the start and a bit aloof but overall is harmless and carefree. The funniest part is when Sonic and his friend make a horror movie (they tease Eggman while doing so). Guess who Shadow plays? The Grim Reaper. Suits him.

tMoStH Shadow

The context is Amy's birthday and it happens on a luxury train. I guess the right place to fix him smootly, if they will actually do that. In fact, this Shadow start out to be close to the edgelord we are used to. You (you play as Barry the quokka, a deliberately generic character that can be whathever you want). According to you, Shadow is frightening. He quickly gets extremely mysterious with his strange requests and his tendencies to avoid you and other characters. Things take a U turn when you and tails manage to make him speak. He is acting this way to prepare a birthday surprise to Amy but you ruin his plans, when this happens he appear resigned and won't get angry at you. After this, you start to realize he is having fun too and that he actually like this place, although he is not too open about this.

Prime Shadow

After years of unbalanced edgelord, we got a more well balanced Shadow. To describle how Shadow fells there to me, I can quote this:

"Where there is light, there must be shadow, where there is shadow there must be light. There is no shadow without light and no light without shadow... Haruki Murakami 

This Shadow has some mystical aura around him. He is a living being and real, but when he start to follow Sonic, maybe also for his condition of being a paradox person (even more than Sonic since he can't travel among the shatterspace), he seems halfway between a spirit and a living being, as you except he might suddenly disappear bacause of his elusiveness. He is overall social withdrawn and wary, excepting people might harm him later, competitive, a bit playful and mischievous at times, but he takes things very seriously, is higly focused in his tasks and tries to keep Sonic focused too.

Whatever version you like, one thing I know is when describling a character for your story, original or fanfiction, try to feel, rather than take characters traits as single to describle them. This is helpful especially with character like Shadow (I won't trust those who say 'Shadow is easy to move'. he is not. But is true to all character.

Personality traits are ingredients of a bigger... mmmh... cake? Alone sugar tastes like sugar, milk tastes like milk, egg yolk tastes like egg yolk, but cooked togheter the result tastes like the cake you meant to get. I guess you can put Shadow in whathever situation you like and then ask yourself: 'If I was him there, what would I do?'. Don't think to Shadow as sad, as loner or whathever. Feel it. he will be perceived as real to your reader. Remember it will still be influenced by your experiences and outlook (is exactly for this we see all those inconsistencies on Sonic characters), but as long as you don't use your favourite character as your vessel, things should turn fine.

Youtube analisis are helpful to wrap your head if you have some doubts

My personal favourite is the early Shadow. For light hearted content I'll go more to Prime Shadow or tMoStH Shadow (I like prime Shadow more). If you want to go dark, you're safe with X Shadow. I would avoid Edgelord Shadow (although is the most popular) and Chousoku Shadow alltogheter.

#shadow the hedgehog #shadow #sonic prime

[insufferableprotagonistpoll]

Round 2

Propaganda why Kirito is insufferable:

He’s Kirito

Absolute nothing of a protagonist. Just plain annoying and unlike most shounens there never seems to be any challenge for him. He's just always the best at everything.

“Yeah, i was a beta tester. Yeah im better than you. This is something that is normal to assume because of the first fact” theres more but that shit is so wild to me it instantly made me hate his ass

Propaganda why Alex Eagleston is insufferable:

literally causes the end of the world by being The Absolute Worst and has done so multiple times including his alternate selves. he technically has three (and a half) love interests (cause theyre the only characters he can/attempt to kiss or express any attraction to) and he treats them all poorly first three vella sammy and essentia 2000 are cause hes a misogynist but they all get different flavors of it sammy gets fridged for the plot of the game and is basically never relevant again outside of a secret(?) ending. shes also based off of a real life dead person for no fucking reason. vella is subjected to weird speculation about her age in her introduction scene with alex saying something along the lines of she cant be older than him cause shes too pretty (alex is like 24 and vella 27 from what i recall its been a few years since ive thought about yiik) and has a weird internal monologue about his feminist ex girlfriend prompted by vella just existing. theres a weird scene when alex asks her if shes korean n says she looks vaguely ethnic making her uncomfortable. One Of His Alternate Selves Literally Caused Her To Leave Her Home Dimension Cause Of How Poorly He Treated Her and the context behind that is that to leave the world/timeline/dimension/whatever you're originally from you basically have to be super suicidal and he pushed her to that point by ghosting her for a while and next time vella saw him he was hooking up with a girl noticably younger than her (<- remember this) and immediately after being told this he can attempt to kiss her which has no actual repercussions. essentia 2000 is like technically supposed to be evil i guess but her goal is supposed to be killing alex so i cant fault her on that. the in game day after they first meet alex has like a monologue about how special and attractive she is ""she was like water filling all my cracks"" or some shit. all three girls are alternates of eachother and are on a sliding scale of how objectified they are by alex with who got it the worst depending on which aspect you're focusing on. other sort of love interest is rory (diversity loss!) who alex can attempt to kiss after he confides in him about something when rory is like 18-19 (hes meant to be about the same age as michael whos recently graduated high school) and depending on how alex treats him can literally kill himself and alex's reaction to learning this is to only focus on how terrible he feels before moving on n rory's death never being mentioned again. the whole point of the game is that alex is a piece of shit who cant even buy groceries for his mom without throwing a hissy fit about it but it undermines itself constantly by having characters forgive or just stop being mad at alex on a dime after hes been exceedingly shitty towards them in various ways and any sort of charm or endearing traits he had quickly wearing off due to him never shutting the fuck up. near the end of the game all the other party members are killed off in quick succession leaving alex by himself and all he can do is sulk in self pity before going on a space adventure or whatever to stop an alternate him thats linked to an alternate essentia and enlisting the player as a different alternate him to help fight various superficial flaws of himself (which arent even like the actual things that make him insufferable n a bad person) n then finish the job for him. i need to punt him into the sun

He constantly goes on annoying monologues about things that nobody cares about. In game he is meant to be kind of an asshole, but they never give him the necessary character development to make him feel like a proper flawed protagonist, yet the narrative makes him out to be a character who is ""deep down a good guy"". Also he doesn't seem to care about any of his friends/party members.

"""YIIK"" is a poorly written, irony-poisoned RPG using a real life actual unsolved murder as the basis for an inciting event, altered so that what happened to the victim was some ~scary supernatural stuff~ and also Alex was there being vaguely misogynistic the whole time and monologuing to no-one in a way no real human person thinks uncritically.

The game intends to paint Alex as a bad person, but this is implemented in such a snide and uninteresting manner which has nothing to actually say about him being this way, nor is it at all fun or entertaining to experience.

He has no idea what's going on, blindly following the plot with the vague motivation of being suddenly stricken with affection for a girl he basically called a freak as soon as he met her five minutes ago. He is self-absorbed, lazy and overconfident, constantly bemoaning and ignoring the needs and feelings of others. He is the only character given enough breathing space to have something to him, and yet manages to not even feel any sort of dimensional.

Also his shirt is an ad for the dev's last game.

An incel who always screams about everything and yet is overly pretentious about everything.ing manner which has nothing to actually say about him being this way, nor is it at all fun or entertaining to experience.

#kirito #sao kirito #sword art online #alex eagleston #yiik #yiik a postmodern rpg #insufferable protagonist poll #insufferable protagonist tournament #tournament poll

[opinated-user]

first of all, this is a lie on all fronts. i saw Brittany's screenshots of the conversations she had with LO while they were still friends. i read Brittanny telling both tara (fake identity of LO) and LO multiple times that she wasn't sexually attracted to LO in any sort of way. she loved her, cared about her and felt safe with her even as LO was pre-coming out but she just couldn't consider her a romantic or sexual partner, despite how many times both accounts pressured and guilt tripped Brittany into giving in. i saw Brittany constantly speaking about how making sexual rpg with a pre-coming out LO was painful because of past traumatic experiences in the past, which only resulted on both tara and LO pressuring her further. Patch was manipulated financially and emotionally in order to comply to LO's fantasies. LO was fully aware that Patch was a mentally ill disabled person with a lot of trauma and she fully took advantage of that in order to have the kind of porn she wanted to, to the point that Patch legitimately felt like LO was cheating on Lizzy with them. Lizzy's twitlonger was just a futher confirmation of both those stories as they align perfectly. Lizzy would tell LO that she was uncomfortable with something LO wanted of her, LO would keep pressing until Lizzy gave in and when Lizzy tried to have an honest talk about how she still didn't enjoyed the thing she didn't want to do, LO would flip and make it Lizzy's fault. case in point, Lizzy told LO that she was uncomfortable with how LO invited everyone on her blog to come talk about what they would do to LO in sexual scenarios because it felt like public cheating. LO apoligized about it, calling it "the worst thing i have ever done" and Lizzy thought everything was fine... until LO opened up a separate blog entirely dedicated to her sexual rp with strangers (whose ages she was incapable of confirming) the very next day. one of the incidents Lizzy told was one where the pressure of doing sexual art she wasn't comfortable with was so great that Lizzy ended crying during a skype call. instead of offering any kind of understanding or grace, as a response LO got mad at her saying "now you're making me feel like an asshole", as if Lizzy was the one at fault. all these people either explicitely told LO what their boundaries were or LO should have known better than to ask certain things from them in the first place, only for LO to happily keep pressing on to get what she wanted and then get upset when they weren't happy about it. those boundaries were there, clear as they can be, but LO never took them seriously enough for her to stop.

that's exactly what LO is talking about on that response, down to try to make this into a fault from Lizzy's part. the part that i marked with red are those that look all the more telling to me of how LO never even bothered to look anything from Lizzy's perspective. if she knew already that LO would always get angry and flip at her at the minor sign of conflict, then it makes sense that she (who was only 19 when they started dating) would feel like it was best to bottle things up instead of talking it out. i can't blame her for reacting like this if she already knew by then that talking didn't meant anything, that LO would continue to do whatever she wanted no matter how she felt about it, that her boundaries would be ignored regardless. this fundamental lack of compassion is something we have talked about before here, where LO made it seem like the depression of a friend was in fact their fault and then seemingly didn't considered how this could affect that friend. i talked that given the response of LO then of course any friend she had that was struggling would prefer to not confide on her if that was the kind of response they'd get. same thing here when she talks about this alledged tendency of Lizzy of "lying" to her. more than that... "getting mad at crossing boundaries you never knew were there?" that is exactly what LO does whenever she gets mad at people for trying to give her free fanart on a specific style she didn't like or for asking how she was when she didn't want to or send her any other kind of positive message at a time when LO didn't feel like recieving one. there was no way for any of those people to have a clear idea of what to expect from LO and LO still treated them as if they had intentionally wronged her, going as far as to not accepting any apology after the fact. this is pure projection from her part. again. this is all what we're talking about when we refer to how LO shows a certain pattern of behaviour of an abuser.

second of all... this is a very obvious example of a self send anon because how would anon know about any of this? when did Lizzy admitted she never communicated her boundaries? when did Brittany or Patch? i read and heard the accounts of all of these people. Patch's story is a little more complicated because of all the other factors on their life, but both Brittany and Lizzy were always very clear about what they didn't want to deal with. anon just said a bold faced lie and then LO went on to treat it as indispustable fact.

#lily orchard #lily orchard is an abuser

[blueskrugs]

Cornelia Street | Nico Hischier

once again I originally planned this fic for a different player, but here we are over a year later, writing it for Nico instead. can't say I'm mad about it. this fic also has the added bonus of being in celebration of 1100 followers!! 💛 this fic roughly follows the 2019-2020 season fyi

shoutout to @broadstbroskis for always being down to beta these babies, no matter how long it’s been since I’ve written something, and to @antoineroussel​ for lowkey being the reason I was so motivated to finally finish this fic.

this took 13 sheets of looseleaf to write, and idk that feels important.

length: 5.3k words

We were a fresh page on the desk Filling in the blanks as we go

It started, like many things, Brianna Miller would later learn, because of Jack Hughes.

Brianna was sitting in a café, sipping her morning coffee and idly skimming a reading for one of her lectures. Someone rapped their knuckles on her table, startling her.  She looked up. Jack was still relatively new to the Jersey sports scene, but Brianna knew enough to recognize him. He was smirking. Brianna would also learn that that was a common occurrence, as well. 

“Can I help you?” she asked. She glanced around the café. It was busy, but not crowded enough that anybody would need to kick her out of her prime corner table. 

“My friend thinks you’re cute,” Hughes announced.

Brianna glanced around again. This time she spotted someone at a table not far from her own, hiding his face in his hands. If this was some sort of mean joke, Brianna didn’t think it was very funny.

She forced a laugh. “Yeah, whatever,” she said, hoping she sounded blasé. She shut her laptop, harder than she meant to. “I’ve gotta go, I have classes to get to.” Hughes’ grin, which hadn’t faltered until now, fell. She shoved her laptop in her bag and stood, pushing past Hughes. 

“No, wait,” he said. He grabbed Brianna’s wrist but dropped it quickly. He cast a look over Brianna’s shoulder. “A little help, bro?”

“I told you not to say anything,” a soft voice said from behind Brianna. She tried desperately to place the accent before she heard someone step up behind her. 

“Well, you weren’t going to,” Hughes shot back. Brianna turned. Serious eyebrows. Shy smile. Bright red cheeks. Nico Hischier. 

“I’m sorry about him,” he said. Hughes made an offended noise behind Brianna. They both ignored him. “I’m Nico,” he added, offering her a hand.

She shook it. “Brianna.”

Nico’s smile grew, less shy, more confident now. “Jack wasn’t lying, by the way.” He did still look a little sheepish. 

“Well, maybe I should just give Jack my number then,” she said, sounding more confident than she felt. 

Nico just grinned. Brianna was relieved, in a weird way, that he recognized her teasing and was rolling with it.

“I wouldn’t,” Nico said. “He’d probably ghost you.” 

Hughes made another indignant noise; they ignored him again. Brianna held out her hand for Nico’s phone. A part of her still wondered if this was some sort of mean-spirited prank, but Hischier seemed sincere enough, so she might as well go with it. It would make a nice story one day, at least. Nico handed over an unlocked phone, still grinning at Brianna. She hoped her hands didn’t shake too obviously as she carefully typed her number into a new contact, then double-checked it. 

“Wish I could stay, boys,” she said, passing Nico his phone back, “but I’ve got a class to get to and a reading to finish for it.” 

“Yeah,” she heard Nico say faintly as she brushed past him. 

Brianna wished she could say it was easy after that. Days passed, then weeks. Brianna never heard from Nico. She finally brushed it off and was just starting to forget it had happened when Nico tumbled into the seat across from Brianna at the same coffee shop where they’d met. He startled her so much that she nearly spilled her coffee, and she glared across the table at him. He at least had the grace to look chagrined. 

“Can I help you?” she asked, an echo of what she’d said to Hughes. 

“I’m so sorry,” Nico burst out. Brianna raised an eyebrow at him and took another sip of her coffee. “I’m terrible at texting, ask anyone else. I don’t know how to start conversations, it’s why Jack came over to talk to you in the first place, then we left on a really long road trip, and I was too busy to do anything except sleep, plus with the time difference on the West Coast…” Nico had said all that in one breath, but he trailed off. “I’m sorry,” he said again.

Brianna shook her head. “I don’t need or want your excuses, Nico.” Nico winced and opened his mouth to say more, but Brianna talked over him. “I get it, you didn’t mean anything by it, and Hughes put you on the spot. I just wanna move on.”

“They’re not excuses!” Nico protested. He winced again. “Er, well, I guess they are but…it’s not that I didn’t want to text you, I’m just really bad at this.” 

“Whatever,” Brianna said, but she didn’t make any move to get up. Neither did Nico.

Nico huffed and pulled out his phone. Conversation over, apparently. Brianna’s phone vibrated next to her. She narrowed her eyes at Nico and picked it up. A text from an unknown number read: Do you want to get coffee sometime? I’m pretty bad at texting. Another text rolled in. This is Nico btw.

Brianna glanced up at Nico. He was staring at his phone, trying to keep a straight face, but the way his eyes were crinkling at the corners gave him away. Brianna sent him back an emoji with its tongue sticking out. Nico chuckled and set his phone aside.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated again. 

Brianna was starting to believe him. She kicked him gently under the table.

“Alright, fine, you’re off the hook,” she told him. “For now.”

Nico broke into a grin, and Brianna noticed for the first time how tense he’d been. She lost track of time while she and Nico chatted over their coffees, trying to get to know each other. Nico asked about what Brianna was studying—secondary education with a focus on history— and seemed actually interested as she lost herself in an explanation of her classes. Brianna knew enough about the Devils to know that the state of the team was rather rocky, but Nico’s face lit up when she asked about his teammates. It was obvious that he’d do anything for them.

Nico’s phone rang, startling both of them. They both stared at it. Eventually, Nico swore under his breath and picked it up. It stopped ringing, and a text came through instead. Nico grimaced.

“Team meeting, apparently.” He sounded apologetic. 

Brianna glanced at the time on her own phone. “It’s fine. I’ve got classes this afternoon I should get ready for, anyway.” 

Nico waited until Brianna stood before he got up, too. “Can I see you again?” he asked. 

Brianna pretended to think about it, but Nico was too earnest to deny. She couldn’t resist teasing a little bit, though.

“You’ve earned yourself a second chance, don’t waste it by ghosting me again.” Nico flushed. “I’ll text you or something, okay?” 

Nico grinned at her. Brianna was really starting to love that grin. “Okay.”

Nico did get better about texting after that, though Brianna could tell that he really was awkward over text. It turned out to only be a few days before they saw each other again, when Brianna ran into Nico at a bar on Sunday night. Literally.

The bar was crowded enough that it was a little hard to navigate, and Brianna blindly bumped into someone as she turned away from the bartender, spilling her drink over her hand. The stranger’s hand reached out to steady her.

“So sorry,” a voice said, hard to hear over the noise of the bar. They were both jostled again when someone bumped into him on the other side.

Brianna frowned. “No, it was my fault,” she said. She wasn’t on her first drink. Or her second, or third, for that matter. Wait. She knew that voice. “Nico?” 

She looked up into the face of the person she’d bumped into for the first time. Nico was distracted, too, looking over his shoulder to talk to someone. A teammate, probably. He turned when Brianna said his name, though. His hand was still on her elbow. A crease appeared between his eyebrows.

“What are you doing at a bar on a Sunday night?” he asked. Someone passed him a beer. He took a drink without looking away from Brianna. 

“I could ask you the same thing,” Brianna pointed out.

“Don’t you have class tomorrow?”

“Don’t you have practice?” Brianna countered.

Nico rolled his eyes, but a small smile was growing on his face. “Fine, you have a point.” He looked closer at Brianna’s face, too serious. She wanted to kiss him until she could get him to smile again, suddenly. “You’re drunk.” An observation, not a question.

“No, I’m not,” Brianna argued. A little tipsy, maybe. 

“You like to argue when you’re drunk.” Nico sounded amused. Brianna stuck her tongue out at him, and that amusement grew, his eyes crinkling again. “Alright, where are your friends?”

“It’s my birthday tomorrow,” Brianna said instead of answering. 

Nico was leaning close to hear her over the din. He blinked at her. 

“Happy birthday.” He paused, but didn’t say anything else. Brianna stepped away from the bar finally, leading Nico back to where her friends still were. “I’ll buy your next drink, yeah?” 

They were at Brianna’s table. One of her friends looked up.

“Oh, good, we were starting to think you’d been kidnapped,” she said. “I see you found a friend,” another commented. 

Nico’s hand had moved from Brianna’s elbow to the small of her back. Brianna threw an arm around Nico’s shoulders and pressed a kiss to his cheek. 

“If anyone’s getting kidnapped here, I think it’s me,” Nico said mildly. He let Brianna lean more of her weight on him.

“Nico thinks I’m cute,” Brianna announced. Nico laughed, still under her arm.

“Someone make sure she drinks water and gets home alright,” he told the table. They laughed. Nico carefully extracted himself from Brianna. “Text me tomorrow, okay?” he told Brianna.

Sorry about last night, she texted him in the morning, more than a little embarrassed. But you still owe me a drink, she added. She hadn’t really seen Nico again after he left her table, other than glimpses of him with teammates in the bar, rowdy and happy. 

Happy birthday, Nico responded. Brianna waited for another message, watched the typing bubble appear, disappear, then appear again. No message came through, and Brianna set her phone back down with a huff and went to get ready for class. She was getting tired of whatever game this was.

When she picked her phone up again, she did have a new message from Nico after all. Sorry about the drink. Rain check? Maybe with dinner? it read. 

Maybe there was no game after all.

And, baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name

Brianna and Nico took it slow. Dates when they could squeeze them in, sporadic texts and long hotel room phone calls when they couldn’t. 

Brianna got tickets to a home game in early January and begged her best friend Lauren to come with her. She pointedly ignored the teasing. Lauren had been at the bar for her birthday a few months before and knew Brianna had been dating someone since then; she was smart enough to put two and two together. 

“What if I just wanted to go to a game, huh?” Brianna asked, staring at her closet. She didn’t own much Devils gear still, and wearing the hoodie she’d stolen from Nico the week before seemed like a bad idea. She also ignored the unimpressed look she knew Lauren was shooting at her back. Brianna sighed and pulled a red sweater out of her closet. At least it was the right color, unlike Lauren’s bright blue Islanders jersey. 

“Did you even tell Nico you’re coming to the game tonight?”

Brianna had not. She didn’t really know how to, though it felt stupid. She knew Nico was trying to keep this—whatever “this” was— close to his chest still, and that was okay. She was something separate from hockey to him, and going to the game felt like crossing a line, somehow. She didn’t want to push him into anything he didn’t want to do, just because she’d wanted to watch him play in person. She’d tell him after the game.

So nosebleeds with her best friend it was. It turned out to be a good game, despite the overtime loss. Nico got on the scoresheet with a goal and an assist, and Brianna shot him a quick “great game!” text as she and Lauren followed the tide of fans out of the Rock. There had been something mesmerizing about the way they’d all cheered for Nico when he’d scored, the way the city clearly loved their young star, their future. She was still thinking about it on the way home, lost in her thoughts until Lauren nudged with her elbow.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Brianna’s phone vibrated in her lap, momentarily sparing her from responding. It was a text from Nico, a simple smiley emoji and a red heart.

“Hey, do you wanna go to another game sometime?” Brianna asked.

She’d give anything to see Nico’s smile after he’d scored again.

Windows flung right open, autumn air Jacket round my shoulders is yours

Not long after that night in the bar, Nico took advantage of a full day off to drag Brianna out to Allamuchy State Park for a hike. It was late fall, closer to winter than to autumn at this point, but it was mild enough, weak sunlight cutting through the chilly breeze.

“I think you’re overestimating my fitness levels here, bud,” Brianna griped, several steps behind Nico and trying not to pant too loudly. Nico laughed, but stopped to allow Brianna to catch up, hands on his hips. Nico had picked an easy trail, not too long or hilly, but still, “Not all of us are professional athletes,” she said. 

It did feel good to get moving after nearly an hour in the car, and, despite the mostly bare trees, it was pretty and peaceful, quiet this far from this city. It would be beautiful in the spring or summer.

“Sorry.” Nico sounded truly apologetic, but Brianna shot him one more glare for good measure. Nico started walking again, letting Brianna fall into step beside him. “I like hikes like this back home in the summers, but there never seems to be enough time there these days.” Brianna was probably imagining the way Nico’s accent thickened as he spoke, softly, though the woods around them were empty. Their hands brushed, and Brianna longed to twine her fingers with Nico’s. 

“Home is Switzerland, yeah?” Brianna asked, although she knew the answer. 

Nico smiled fondly, his eyes faraway. “Yeah, it’s beautiful there, with the mountains and the lakes. There’s nothing like it over here in the States.”

Brianna did take Nico’s hand in hers now. “I’d like to visit someday,” she said.

It was too bold. She and Nico were barely even dating, and yet she meant it. She wanted to see the place that had shaped Nico. Nico smiled at her and squeezed her hand once before letting it drop. They didn’t talk much more for the rest of the hike, a peaceful silence between them.

“Wish we could stay here forever,” Brianna mused as they approached Nico’s car. 

But this late in the year the sun set earlier, and it was getting colder. Brianna shivered, and Nico raised his eyebrows at her. Without a word, he shrugged his jacket off his shoulders and tossed it over his car to Brianna.

“It’s not that cold,” she complained, but she pulled the jacket on before climbing in the car herself. 

Nico rolled the windows down before pulling out his parking spot, fresh autumn air whipping through the car as they drove back towards the city. 

The seasons were changing, and it all felt like the start of something to Brianna.

Back when we were card sharks, playing games I thought you were leading me on

The Devils were hosting a charity gala. Nico had asked Brianna to be his plus-one.

“It’s ‘black tie optional,’ whatever that means,” Nico told her, peering at his phone. Probably googling exactly what black tie optional meant.

They were sitting on Nico’s couch, Brianna’s feet in Nico’s lap. She nudged the hand holding his phone with her toes. Nico blinked up at her. His hair was messy from the hat he’d been wearing earlier, and Brianna was momentarily distracted by an overwhelming surge of fondness. 

“I’ll have to buy a new dress,” she commented, instead of voicing her surprise that Nico had invited her at all. Their relationship was still pretty new. Nico valued his privacy, and Brianna had no problem keeping their relationship to themselves for a while longer. She hadn’t even met his teammates, other than Jack Hughes, that first day in the coffee shop. That barely counted. 

Nico wasn’t deterred, oblivious to the beginning of a panicked spiral happening in Brianna’s head. “You can use my card,” he told her.

“That wasn’t my point, Hisch,” Brianna said, but she didn’t know what her point actually was. That, new dress or not, Brianna was never going to fit in? It didn’t matter. Brianna firmly reminded herself that this was a big step for them. 

“Please?” Nico asked. “I want you there.”

Brianna sighed. Nico knew she was powerless when he begged like that.

“Fine, but I’m taking you up on using your card,” she told him.

Nico leaned across the couch to kiss her, and, for a moment, she forgot why she was even worried. 

Then the night of the gala came, and all those fears came rushing back. 

Brianna and Nico arrived together, Brianna in a new gown and on Nico’s arm. She trailed after him as he greeted teammates and mingled with donors. The names and faces all blurred together for Brianna, but Nico looked at ease, comfortable in his pressed suit. Most people didn’t pay Brianna much mind, which was mostly fine. It was on the fourth time that Nico introduced her as simply “my friend,” that she excused herself to find a drink. Jack Hughes, who’d been nearby, followed.

“You’re not old enough to drink,” she commented, leaning on the bar and trying to ignore Jack’s worried face.

“They wouldn’t card me,” he said confidently. 

“They wouldn’t need to card you, everyone already knows how old you are,” she reminded him. If he was trying to distract her, it was working. She took a long drink from her glass. Jack gave her a look.

“Slow down, maybe?”

Brianna looked around for Nico. He was deep in conversation with someone she didn’t recognize. He glanced Brianna’s way, but he didn’t seem to see her. She took another drink. 

Jack followed her gaze and grimaced. “Look, he’s crazy about you,” he said.

“Why is it that I’m always hearing that from you and not Nico?” Brianna said. “I think you’re the only one here that actually knows that Nico and I are together,” she added, thinking of every teammate she’d been introduced to as a friend, Nico keeping a careful distance between them, a platonic hand on her elbow.

“Nico just likes his privacy,” Jack said, but Brianna could tell the argument sounded weak even to him. 

Brianna finished her drink and left the empty glass on the bar. She cast another look towards Nico. He had moved on to another conversation. He didn’t seem to be missing her at all. She forced a smile in Jack’s direction. 

“You know what? I’m not sure I’m feeling well,” she said. “I think I’m going to duck out, you’ll tell Nico for me, won’t you?”

Brianna didn’t wait for an answer, just brushed past Jack and headed for the door. She ignored Jack calling her name, but he didn’t chase her. No one else tried to stop her. 

Brianna had to call a car to pick her up, and she stood shivering in her gown while she waited. Still, no one followed her. She wondered how long it would be until Nico even noticed she’d left. She was silent on the ride back to Nico’s apartment, where her car and a change of clothes were. She checked her phone a few times on the way. Nothing from Nico.

She felt numb as she left her gown laying across the foot of Nico’s bed. She didn’t know how to feel. She didn’t blame Nico, not really. She couldn’t begin to understand the pressure he was under, the future of a franchise. Of course he wanted to protect what they had. 

She just hadn’t expected him to do it like that, or for it to hurt so much when he did.

She climbed into her car and drove. She didn’t have a destination, nowhere to go, just anywhere else. It was late, not many cars on the road except Brianna. Her radio was off, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She expected to cry, almost, but no tears came.

But then you called, showed your hand I turned around before I hit the tunnel

Brianna didn’t know how long she had been driving when her phone rang. Finally? Too soon? She didn’t know what she was going to say when she answered. She fumbled for her phone where she’d tossed it in her passenger seat. 

She answered without checking the caller ID. She knew who it was, anyway. 

“Hello?”

“Bri?” Nico sounded out of breath, panicked. “Where’d you go? I tried to find you at the gala, but Jack said you went home, but you’re not here, and I-” Nico cut himself off and made a strangled noise that almost sounded like he was choking back a sob. When Brianna didn’t respond, he went on. “Please, I need to know you’re okay. Please. Just- will you come home?”

Home. How strange of him to use that word. There was no “home” for Brianna and Nico. Brianna had thought it was just “not yet,” but maybe it was “not ever.” They lived two separate lives, that much was clear.

“Nico, I don’t know,” Brianna said. “I think I just need a little space.” Brianna turned on her blinker; she was going to need gas soon. She should go back to her own apartment. She turned left, towards Nico’s apartment, without thinking about it. “

No, no, please, I want to talk to you. Bri, please.” Nico’s accent was stronger like this, thick with worry.

Brianna sighed. 

“I’m bad at this,” Nico said. He’d said that the second time they’d met. “Please,” he said again, his voice just a whisper now. 

Brianna pulled into a parking spot in the garage behind Nico’s building. She threw her car in park, but didn’t make any move to get out. Didn’t say anything, either. She listened to Nico’s shaky breathing on the other end of the line. She could leave again. There was nothing stopping her, Nico didn’t even know she’d made it back to his building. Brianna took a deep breath. 

“I’ll be up in five.”

She didn’t hang up, even as she slammed her car door and made the now-familiar trek to Nico’s front door for the third time that night. She almost expected Nico to have the door open when she got there, waiting for her. 

“Are you really gonna make me knock?” she asked instead, staring at the closed door. 

Nico fumbled something on the other end of the line, and she heard him mumbling German curses before he hung up. A moment later, she heard the lock turn, and the door swung open. Nico stood in the doorway, still in his dress pants, but missing a shirt, his eyes red like—

“Have you been crying?” Brianna blurted.

Nico scrubbed at his face. “I was worried.” 

Brianna pushed her way inside and shut the door behind her. She took Nico’s face in her hands, thumbs brushing his still-damp cheekbones. Nico wouldn’t meet her eyes. 

“Oh, Nics, babe, I’m so sorry,” Brianna murmured.

That got Nico to look at her. “What? No, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I said or did to upset you, but I know that I did something, and I just don’t know how to fix it.”

Brianna dropped her hands and took a step back. Nico looked uncertain. 

“You don’t know?”

Nico hesitated. “No?”

Brianna laughed, but her eyes were filling with tears. She furiously brushed them away. It was somehow worse that Nico had been downplaying their relationship without thinking about it. None of it meant anything to him. 

“I just- You were with me, then at the bar with Jack, and then you were gone! I thought you’d just gotten overwhelmed, but you weren’t here when I got home.”

That word again. Home. This was Nico’s home, his world, and he didn’t have any room for Brianna in it. 

He was still shirtless, but for the first time, Brianna couldn’t stand to look at him. 

“Nico,” she said. She met his eyes. “You spent all night introducing me as your friend.” Across from her, Nico went pale. “Is that how you think of me? Just some girl? Do you bring every girl you’ve fucked around to events like that?” Nico flinched at Brianna’s bluntness, but she wasn’t finished. “Do any of your teammates even know you had a girlfriend? Your family?”  

She watched Nico register her use of the word “had,” mouthing it slowly to himself before he was rushing over to her.”

“You have to know-”

“No, I don’t! I don’t have to know anything!” Brianna was close to yelling now, no longer carefully controlling her emotions. 

“No, no, no, shit, no. I didn’t even think-”  He cut himself off. “I didn’t even realize-” Nico stopped again, at a loss for words.

“I should go,” Brianna said finally.

Nico threw himself between Brianna and the door. “Don’t. Please. I’m sorry, and I owe you so much more than that, but right now I can’t fucking think.” He mumbled something to himself under his breath, but Brianna couldn’t catch it. Nico scrubbed his hands across his face again, frustrated this time. 

Brianna thought of him opening the door, eyes still red from crying. 

“Nico, I think we both need some sleep, babe,” Brianna said gently.

“Stay. Please, please, stay. I can’t- I don’t want to lose you.” Nico took a deep breath. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Brianna didn’t move, didn’t say anything. She couldn’t, frozen in Nico’s entryway. Nico laughed, a humorless sound.

“I didn’t want to scare you off. I think I went too far in the other direction.” He took a step forward, looking desperate. “We were taking it slow, but I’m fucking crazy about you, Brianna.”

“We were taking it slow because I thought that’s what you wanted!” Brianna burst out.

Nico looked startled. He recovered quick enough to say, “Well, I can hardly go around introducing you as the woman I want to marry someday, now, can I?” 

He took another step forward, tentatively reaching for Brianna’s hand. She settled her hands on his hips, instead, and pulled him closer, closing the gap between them completely. She laughed in spite of herself.

“Honestly, Hisch, do you really think I would’ve stuck around after that hike if I weren’t completely head over heels for you, too?” she asked. 

“That hike wasn’t even that bad!” Nico protested, already leaning down to kiss Brianna slow and deep. He pulled away to catch his breath after a long minute, resting his forehead against Brianna’s. “I’m sorry,” he said.

Brianna pretended to think. Nico dug his fingers into her sides. “I guess I can forgive you,” she said, squirming away from Nico with a breathless giggle.

Later, tangled up on his couch, Nico spoke again.

 “Y’know, I don’t really bring anyone around to events,” he said. “Ever.” His gaze on Brianna was intense, like he still needed her to understand that she was important to him.

“I know, Nico, I know,” she murmured.

“The guys have been giving me shit for weeks because they hadn’t met you yet,” he added.

Brianna laughed. “Even Jack?”

One day, she’d probably have to thank Jack for making sure she and Nico met. Maybe. 

Nico laughed, too. “No, he’s just smug as hell that he met you first.”

Years ago, we were just inside Barefoot in the kitchen Sacred new beginnings

The seasons changed, then again, and again. Spring came, and hockey season ended. Nico went home to Switzerland for the long summer, but he came back to Jersey, back to Brianna, in the end.

“Missed me?” he had teased. Brianna was too busy trying to get his shirt off to reply.

The Devils named Nico captain. He spent the season injured, and it ended with more disappointments than victories.

“I’m so proud of you,” Brianna told him, curled up beneath a mountain of blankets in bed after he’d cleaned out his locker.

Nico moved out of his apartment in the city, and Brianna moved into a house with him in the suburbs. It took very little convincing on Brianna’s part for them to get a puppy, “to keep me company while you’re away on roadies.” Nico made her promise that he at least got to pick the puppy’s name. (He ended up losing that argument, too.)

Nico was driving home from an afternoon game when Brianna noticed that they were not, in fact, headed towards home.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked.

Nico didn’t take his eyes off the road. “You don’t know where we are?”

Brianna took a moment to peer out the window. The streets did seem familiar in the twilight, but then, so did most of Newark, in the abstract way that came from living there for years. But- “Is that your old building?”

Nico pulled into an empty spot on the street. He stared out the windshield at the high-rise in front of them. 

“How many years has it been?” he asked.

Brianna knew he knew the answer, but she told him anyway. “Four years.” Their anniversary—of the first date, not the time he’d ghosted her after meeting her—had been the week before.

“Lots of firsts in that apartment,” he mused. Brianna squinted at him, trying to follow his train of thought. 

“First fight,” she teased. Once she’d thought that night would be their breaking point, but it turned out to be just the beginning.

Nico grinned at that. “First time,” he said back. He gave himself away by blushing. 

Brianna reached across the car to take Nico’s hand, and he let her. “Lots more firsts ahead of us,” she said. Nico smiled at her, eyes soft. “First kid, first Cup…”

Nico smacked a hand over Brianna’s mouth. “Shh!” he said. He didn’t move his hand. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.” 

“About which part?” Brianna had to shove his hand off to speak. 

Nico gave Brianna a look. “Yes.”

“All I’m saying is that there could be rings in both of our futures,” she said. She’d been teasing Nico about wanting a ring more and more, but it was just teasing. She knew there wasn’t any rush. Mostly.

“I could leave you here and make you walk home,” Nico threatened, already pulling away from the curb. 

“You wouldn’t dare.” Besides, Brianna could easily get any other Devils player to pick her up. Nico was their captain, but Brianna was their favorite. 

Stopped at a red light, Nico leaned across the console to kiss Brianna’s cheek.

“Of course I wouldn’t, I’ve still got to give you that ring.”

#cait writes things #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier fic #new jersey devils fic #new jersey devils imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #hockey fic #hockey imagine

[ducknotinarow]

[Foot Clan AU] 2k12 Karai Casey - #

| send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:        

   "And what makes you think you can just look through my phone? Fine. Not like you find anything it's not related to anything with the clan anyway."

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone        

 'Cae'

"Casey was annoying when we were kids" She pauses a moment and moves to change her wording. "Caseys always been annoying even when we were kids. He started to call me Rai so to get on my nevers why he thought it would I don't know. Not like it worked." It did. "So I figured if I was Rai, then he was Cae.  And well I guess it just kind of stuck for me to keep with the nickname? Sure I still call him by name, but i'll admit when Shredder and such aren't around or its just us, he quickly goes back to being Cae to me. Don't think much on it."

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone                  

[image description] It's a quick shot taken just as Casey seems aware of a camera on him. There is an ice rink behind him, a few hockey players can be see in the distance. Casey seems to have a faint smile on his face even as hes catching Karai taking said photo of them. Of course she would deny it and tell him she was simply seeing if she had any bars. Claiming she was bored, but it wasn't a good lie for once.

"Sometimes the three of us just sneak out to get away from the compound. It drives Shredder mad when ever we do, claims he doesn't want anything happening to us. Which is why I point out I brought Casey along for a reason. In truth it just feel so damn cramped in that place at times. Like i'm suffocating. Don't get me wrong sometimes I get a kick out of how the foot soldiers seem to sweat and shake at the mere thought of getting on my bad side, because they fear" she gives a roll of her eyes "dear old dad." The word come out bitterly before she continues to talk.

"Not when I with them however, I don't get hockey in truth I can follow the basic rules at least but well. It makes Casey happy." She smiles a little "I know Casey got it pretty tough" She just never fully knew the extent "And well sure hes annoying, and a pest a lot. Always hanging around to annoy me cause he just can..doesn't mean I don't feel he should get a break himself time to time."

           

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone                

Big by Betty Who            

If legends are loud and built to stand out Guess that's who I'm meant to be Ten feet tall and I'm proud of it

"Cause Casey's a gaint and take up space clearly." She wont say the real reason and normally for these one I have just been letting the charter talk. But I feel this needs explanation so imma expose her here today. When picking these ring tones its meant to be a song that makes the my muse think of your for one reason or another. I just really feel this song fits well for Casey in this AU. Because Casey in a sense is made to feel sorry for being who he is because of Shredder. Karai is one who sort of falls for how Casey portrayals himself though with this over bearing confidence hes hiding behind in part Karai isn't fully blind and knows its not the full case, seeing how she dose like to try and sneak them out to places that makes Casey happy. Reminds him of his real family and such. But this is very much how Karai sees and views Casey as well. As someone who should be loud and proud of who he is. After everything happens? She keeps the song because this is how she wants Casey to live after knowing the truth.

She wants him to live Big to be obnoxiously and unapologeticly himself.

- my muse’s last text to your muse

[text] look i'll cover for you so you can see Raphael but don't take forever again this time?

[text] if your staying out late with him just stay with the turtles so im not staying up to help you sneak back in

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[text] I swear Casey if you took my eye liner i'm breaking all of yours!! and will sneak into your room to make your face look like more trash than it already is!

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[text] hey

[text] I sort heard Dad getting after you eariler. So thought maybe

[text] well wanna sneak out?

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[text] Casey, i'm going to find you no matter where you went I will find you.

#muse| karai #madamkezzie #[ you're weird and annoying but your still my brother -aflockoffeathers] #phone contact meme #meme answers #ic reply #stay queued #((sometimes I think about the fact Karai only has her brother in this au and low key makes me feel bad for her XD and then I make her be a #bitch to casey at times knowing fully well she would choose casey over shredder even if thats gonna cost her uwu)) #((context on text messages karai helping casey out with his whole dating raph #basicaly sibling threats #karais not good with talking but tried here best when she knew casey had a talk with thier dad ;3; #>:I shes not letting casey leave after his text to here ))

[ennaku-sirri-da]

TAMIL BOTCHES HEADCANONS!!!!! (AU)

( Plaintext: Tamil botches headcanons!!!)

Because EVERYONE.

[ ID: Closeup of Jimothan Botch from Smile For Me the game's moustache. It is large and curling upwards. End ID]

YOU TELLING ME THIS MOUSTACHE ISNT SOUTH INDIAN!?😭( sobbing emoji)

( Plaintext: You telling me this moustache isnt south indian!?😭( sobbing emoji) )

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VANNAKA.....No one says that informally XD (laughing emote) so ..instead...

Hiiii Machi!

Eppa ennadu kadhaia kellunga! ( Now, hear my story!)

OK, first of all, Jimothan Botch isn't ACTUALLY his birth name. He changed it. Why, you ask? Well he watched a crapton of Westerns in the theatres of Chennai in his youth, roaming about with his gang. He was so impressed with those rope-slingin' cowboys, he EVOLVED INTO..

JIMOTHAN "BIG BADONKERHONKEROS" BOTCH

He thought it was cool OKAY?!!!

As for Parsley well it all went wrong when they named the dog Senthilkumaran and him Parsley. Whoops! Can't change what the dog answers to. It's a Kanni breed. His Mom really likes the silly name too so it sticks.

[ ID: Photo of a brown and black Kanni dog, a sighthound breed that is very lanky and long with a curving stomach and elongated snout. End ID]

I like to think that's like the dog in that one ingame poster but HEJDGG

Either way the dog keeps appearing around the Habiticians even if they're in different places, suspiciously before significant events, like an omen. It remains to be seen if Tim Tam and their "shortcuts"( AKA TELEPORTING) is somehow involved in this.

On account of Parsley continuing to be a difficult child for Jim to raise though, for his shark-like biters, explosive hellfire surge Moments( due to demonic heritage on his Mama's side ) as well as his thieving tendencies etc-- He calls Pars "Rowdy Ranga" sometimes, MY MOM CALLS ME THAT LMAOOOOOO

Since his Mom's a Carnivorous Ungulate Monsterthing I think it'd be SO SWEET if she called him like " attukutti " in rare affectionate moments. That means " goat kid" :] ( smile emote)

--

Yeah, Parsley had it kind of Rough too. His Mom( I'm still figuring out her 'human' name. Her real one would make mortal's tongues go mad twisting in their mouths trying to form a language they were never meant to speak ) and Dad( or "Appa" HEEHE. Hes just a. Guy. Who coincidentally keeps crushing for vampires and demons I GUESS ) really fell into a disaster of a time raising him. They could never agree on what he should do, how he should be raised, where he should go, what to learn...

An example of that is that his Mom is Extremely Stern, being a prosecutor in The Underworld Court and stuff where things are generally corrupt and sometimes draconian. She's been trying to make a change in it, and that requires that sort of strength. Jim, though, Jim is casual and forgiving to the point where his kid later grows up to be a callous ( and packed with guilt for it. You know whats in that ham's suitcase? Baggage. ) sort, having spent much time with him.

So yeah, his parents split( though they were not married), and Pars' core of self hatred due to it never quite heals fully.

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I'm kind of getting off course but BACK TO IT

But yeah Parmesan Bunches does a lot of stuff ( forgery of papers, still stealing stuff, lying whenever, procrasinating for extremely long times to everyone's detriment, bribing etc...TBH it's not like EXTREMELY bad stuff. It's just that taking this route a lot causes problems anyway, and in this case gives him low self- confidence ) that'd make his parents Displeased in the process of trying to build his own identity through all that turmoil and be independent for himself, though he buckles under his own pressure as well. Sure he's winning every case he takes on through the shady means. But at what cost??

He's got Enemies. And Mom's one of them.

[ This is all still W.I.P BTW so as I get more info things may change!]

Jimothan at most shows his disappointment and expecting an apology through a tried and true tradition.....

"No earthquake felt in my house. The tectonic plates know very well that if they shift a little, my mom will place Rava upma in them as well."

-- courtesy of @i-hate-upma

(Plaintext: "No earthquake felt in my house. The tectonic plates know very well that if they shift a little, my mom will place Rava upma in them as well." -- courtesy of @ i-hate-upma )

That's right. BEHOLD. The only Edible food Jimbo can make.

[ ID: Photo of Upma, a thick porridge packed with vegetables, lentils, nuts, herbs etc. It looks like a somewhat solid lump. End ID]

CRY CRY. It's UPMA!

I'm kind of sad he'll never be able to taste the goodness that is Curry instead BUTTT since he's friends with Kamal, and highly likely he's visited his house-- He can get some Paro Manxho( Pigeon meat curry) there.. it's not exactly chicken but hot curry is hot curry! I've heard it is hard to make and since they're in the US, the ingredients would be harder to procure too. I'm sure Pars is flattered someone would take all that trouble, jsjsahsjsjd. Stuff like this is why him and Kam are such close friends. They aren't just hi-hello-bye. They're deep, guys. Going all the way back to when Pars was a tee-and-baggy churdidar-pants wearing stressed college student, roped in as a guitar player for ten-mice-in-a-cool-leather-jacket wearing stressed college student Kamal's band. Coming all the way back to deciding to stay longer in this creepy "self-help resort" hes definitely getting a bad feeling about Not Sueing To The Ground Instantly, because...Kamal's there. Pars calls him machan, so that should tell you everything. ;-) (winky emote)

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I HAVE TOO MANY IDEAS JUST TO PUT IN THIS ONE POST DHJDJD

(Plaintext: I have too many ideas just to put in this one post dhjdjd)

So I'll end on some design ideas!! Not quite solid yet but here ya go.

[ ID: Traditional fanart sketch of the artists interpretation of Jimothan Botch. The style is semi realistic. It's mostly a headshot with a fading bust. He is a skinny aging man with salt-and-pepper hair sweeping across his forehead and growing down the sides of his face in a more orderly manner. His eyes are squinty and he has a long, slightly big nose. He smiles, showing some wrinkling, his upper lip totally covered by a very big moustache that curls at the tips, fanning into even more curls at their bottom edges. He wears a bartender's suit and tie. End ID]

You bet he twirls off that thing and laughs LIKE REALLY LOUDLY coughing fit fucking show off and Habit is so in love with him SHUT UP SHUT UP Even if they are good cowbuddies their level of homoeroticism is YEEHAW

BUFF PARSLEY JUMPSCARE MOTHERFUCKER

( Plaintext: Buff Parsley Jumpscare Motherfucker )

I will use He/Ham pronouns for Pars in this one and explain why later! Actually JK I'll tell you now. He accidentally said " my pronouns are he/ham" but he found he suspiciously very much liked being called a ham and not a man all the time and so it came to be!

[ ID: Traditional fanart sketch of the artists interpretation of Parsley Botch. The style is semi realistic. The main sketch is colored digitally and stops at the starting of the thighs. Parsley is a strongly built person with a stocky upper body. His skintone is a warm medium brown. Hams face is like a softly edged downwards rectangle. He has red-sclera eyes with somewhat prominent brows. Nose is similar to Jimothan's. Along with regular teeth ham has two bigger gold-plated canines. Parsleys red hair is a sticking-out bedheaded mess that falls to his shoulders. Some are cut in a more orderly way down the sides of his face. He wears a light red shirt, darker tie, dark blue business suit.

His hands are behind his back and he looks off to the side and frowns, looking dejected. Beside ham, coming from ham, emanating soft yellow waves with a red centre hold the lyrics to " heaven knows I'm miserable now" by The Smiths. It says "In my life...why do I give valuable time....to people who don't care if I live or die?"

A few more reference sketches are seen beside the main sketch, left side. One is of canon Parsley as a head saying 'bro' and a note of his head shape being a square. More below is written ' Comic book inspo" and a cut-off "mutton chops". Beside these there's Parsley's frowning mouth drawn, teeth showing, regular and gold-plated. "Smile?" is written questioningly. At the bottom is a digital exported and blurred canon sprite of Parsley. End ID]

OK weird story. Muscled Parsnip first caught my imagination with, a, um, this story where he crushed a suitcase with his abs in court or something like that. I'm pretty sure it was written as fetish stuff now( I didn't know!) but GOD was it HILARIOUS to read. So there you go. Demonic metabolism, or something. I would play the drums on his chest. Dum Dum Dum. Or smash Randy's goddamed pickle jar( actually tried this in game, didn't work).

#headcanons #my headcanons #jimothan botch #parsley botch #txt #roseverse #au #tamil #habitician #habiticians #my art #fanart #s4m #smile for me game #kamal bora #(mentioned) #botch family #s4m au #parsley botches mom #YOULL HAVE A NAME ONE DAY I SWEAR

[procrastinatorrex]

iv.

“They all think you’re mad, you know.” 

The inn was busy, but not overly so. The locals were well used to the gaggle of archaeologists who frequented their local watering hole each summer, and Percy got cheerful nods from more than a few patrons as he settled beside the only member of his team who ate alone. 

Firelight played over Dr. Ambrose’s face, disappearing into his dark curls and flickering into shadows when it flitted into the hollows of his cheeks. The man had a strangely ageless face, Percy decided; except for a dusting of dark stubble, the skin was smooth; pale, and perfect, but he just didn't look young. There was a tension in the angle of his jaw and the line of his forehead that never seemed to quite fade. Those blue eyes seemed to always be looking at something just a little too far away for Percy to make out... Something about the way the man looked into the fire spoke of a knowing that could never belong to youth. And yet… 

“Maybe I am.” The Welshman sighed, breaking into Percy's train of thought. “they think you’re a bit mad, too. Looking for legendary kings and all. You’re walking a thin line.” 

“I’m not looking for Arthur.” Percy insisted. 

“No? I’ve been reading your papers, Dr. Chevalier. It’s not difficult to see what you’re getting at.”

“No.” Percy insisted, stubbornly. “King Arthur is clearly a myth, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t based on someone– maybe more than one someone. There is often truth to popular legends. They found the site of the battle of Troy, didn’t they? That doesn’t mean everything written about in the Oddessey actually happened. It’s a perfectly legitimate line of research.” 

“There is often more truth in legends than people realize.” Ambrose agreed, softly. Then he shook himself, as though clearing a daydream. “Still, you’re risking a lot for this particular legend.”  

Percy frowned. “I suppose that’s true. I know you met Lee and Eli when you came on, I’m sure he told you about our conversations. I  just– I have a feeling about this site. It’s turned up so much material. Everything we can date is very tightly dated to the same period, even within the same century, possibly, and it’s the right timeframe, in the right sort of place. I can’t just ignore that.” 

Dr. Ambrose was silent for so long Percy decided he wasn’t going to respond at all, then finally he sighed. “There’s no castle in that clearing.” He said. “I can promise you that.” 

Percy blinked. “No castle. You’re awfully confident. Are you sure you don’t just think that because you want to go off looking for your high status burial? You do seem to specalise in those.” He meant it as teasing, but the other man shook his head sharply. “It’s not about that. He’s there. I know he is. If you let me, I can find him.” 

“All due respect, Dr. Ambrose, you haven’t found another potential royal burial since the double internment in Neave. What makes you so sure you can find one here in Gloustershire?” 

“I know. This time, he will be there.” 

Percy tilted his head. “Why?” 

Now Ambrose looked at him, really looked, and the sadness in his eyes made Percy gasp. It was like looking into a well dug in a forgotten age– all smooth, timeless darkness, with no telling what lurked in the bottom. “Because you’re here. All of you are here in the same place, at the same time. It’s never happened like this before, Percival. There must be a reason.” 

“How– did you know my…” but Dr. Ambrose was moving, a sudden flurry of limbs and swishing jacket, and before he could finish the question the man had vanished into the crowd.  “... full name.” He finished lamely, talking to no one. “How does he just know?”

Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 & Part 5

#merlin fanfic #archeaology!merlin #Merthur fanfiction #merthur eventually #look into that fire bebe #and angst over your missing hunk #I mean king #mine #Immortal edgelord merlin is bae

[suchabea]

Crush on you...

2 months to prom…

It was never obvious to Ayla. Her friend group knew each other for a long time before she came along, and she fit right in like a missing, matching puzzle piece. They welcomed her with open arms. Ayla became a breath of fresh, vibrant air to them. She provided a new optimistic perspective. She introduced them to new things and removed all limits they once had. What they also loved about her was how clueless she was to very obvious things.

It was cute to them, especially Dimitri.

Dimitri. Quiet, anxiety filled Dimitri. One to jumble over his words, get super embarrassed and disappear for a day or two to sulk over any little mistake.  Not one to make situations weird, he always made maintaining their friendship a priority. He confided in Vix a lot, as she is the oldest and most experienced. He couldn’t keep the secret to himself.

She provided advice and found ways to keep him chill. She became a wingman of sorts.

For a week, Vix took Ayla to Thriftea to grill her and figure out her interests. Dimitri kinda fit the description. He had a good face and a great personality, so he may have a chance if he doesn’t blow his opportunity. 

Vix is a YOLO type of gal and thrived on putting people on the spot. She set up a movie date in the park for them. This will go one of two ways. It would work out and they admit they actually like each other or it will crash and burn in a hilariously awkward display. It's entertaining either way.

While Ayla was distracted on her phone, Vix gave Dimitri the go ahead.

He blurted out all of his words at once and Ayla was convinced that he had been high because she couldn't understand a thing. Alarmed, she turned to Vix who could barely contain herself. After a bit, she revealed his crush. In an equally awkward display, Ayla dashed off to the bathrooms to calm herself down.

(blame her being a NPC while basemental is installed LOL)

After the initial shock wore off, Ayla entertained the idea. Dimitri is cute and tall and she knows him well. It kind of made sense and she wasn't mad about it. So why not. What's the worst that could happen??

Dimitri planned their first date. They went to a taco spot that he loves to go to.

They worked through the awkwardness. That solidified it for Ayla. She liked him for sure. Luckily for Dimitri, she is much more forward than he is.

Young love.

Nothing changed in the group dynamic. They kept their relationship separate so it wouldn't be weird.  Nobody minded though. Everyone expected it to progress to this. They fully supported.

Ayla and Dimitri's relationship flourished in their first month together. Has she told her sister Sabrina yet? No, but … she plans to get to it at some point. No need to involve her yet. 

But there was a reason to involve her. Ayla never gotten the 'Wooho' Talk from their mother. It was a convo Sabrina didn't bring up because she’s asexual. Out of sight out of mind.  

So Ayla pushed some limits…

...in some reckless ways...

...emphasis on the reckless...

(I'm actually mad about this lmao, I didn't know 'mess around' meant this okay! Pls. AND IN A DUMPSTER OF ALL THINGS. I DIDN'T PICK THE DUMPSTER, SHE DID! GIRL, HAVE SOME DECORUM!)

(i’m seriously judging)

She literally picked trash off him (just foul). 

She got home late that night, which is never a big deal because Sabrina was live streaming a new game. Ayla slept soundly, completely happy with the decision she made.

But one missed period later ...

She had no choice but to go to her sister and fess up. She had nowhere else to go. She hadn't even told Dimitri yet. Did she even want to? How would he react? He's just as childish and unstable as she is. He lives in a slightly renovated abandoned warehouse for goodness sake.

Sabrina didn’t present any options. She didn’t actually know what would be the best thing to do other than fully support her no matter the outcome. Ultimately, it was Ayla’s choice with Sabrina’s money.

Ayla invited Dimitri over for the first time to meet Sabrina. She gave her a quick rundown on his life. He didn’t have a parental figure in the picture. As a result, Sabrina, after several google searches for a pg-13 explanation, gave them both the birds and bees talk so that they are better prepared in the future. No more foolishness on her watch.

After a week of thinking it over and discussing it with Dimitri, she made up her mind with his support. Neither were ready for that step. It’s literally been two months. Taking care of five dogs, 16 chickens, a cow and a llama was too much for her already. Lesson learned. She will never cross that line again until she’s truly ready.  

#sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 #sims 4 custom content #simblr #relationships #black simblr #black sim #black simmer #ts4 #sims #youtube

[iamshay]

Part 2

Aiit let's finish this stupid shit shall we.

The reason I saying this. cuz I felt like he was talking to me cuz he was bored and that girl he rp with arent respond to him I got some weird vibes from him. A lot of stuff was going around my head. I was trying to figure out how to be super transparent with him another time I hint him and share how I feel he just brush it off. and ensure me she was just all rp nothing else til we stop talking. Seems been her all the long was jealous and stirred shit up between us. cuz she was in love with him or something and want an actual relationship and he was just flirting between two streamers getting to know each other.

So over here I told him off. that I am not down for playing games and if he just flirts just cuz he playing little games and I dont need that shit in my life because I am was in a very vulnerable stage going through IRL shit I dont need this bullshit in my life. and I was talking about serious stuff with panda when he called me. tell him he should stop using me to refill himself with the type shit that helps him go by in his day. I message him that super earlier than I join skeleton RP and first-day RP and I message him an hour later discord dont capture the time frame just the date frame of your chat.

and his response was he is confused-.- and he says he going erp me he was pretty confident though he had a chance. that funny part. he wishes. i try to call him to explain what I meant by my message.

I send him a d10 server invite cuz he was crying over the VC and how going lose his RP girl cuz of this Jacqueline was crying about how Rocky bothered her. The reality is she is the problem. This is where JacqulineAM comes in the shit. The reality is true story that Jacqueline follow love on twitch on 8 October right after she got rejected by rocky from another city they both were in rocky joined a new district cuz of rocky invited and he got his own fair share screenshot where she talked shit about the owner how she will never join his server. and she felt type way cuz rocky was RP with another female she fall in love with rocky and she took up to seriously. The same shit happened she took lovo rp with her to seriously fall in love with him and she was mad and jealous because he gave her all the attention and she got ignored because he was not responding to her dm that much. the fact she was harassing me told me to tell lovo to respond to her dm and should give his personal phone number. Weirdo after a few days already asked the phone number of the streamer she RP with. The same shit happens to rocky bruh. This guy got zero boundaries with his community. In my community, there are larger boundaries being set. When I play games with my community they dont know my business or allow anyone to be in my fucking business. Viewers are just viewers. My fellow streamer or network is the only sort of people I allow in my circle. Like, people, I know for years know so little about me.

and here I am telling him that I think panda had this impression that I meant in IRL but in reality, I meant rping only if join the city so cave in I want to join in. plus before I meet lovo and panda my friend ghost wants me to join the city too. Because I meet him in streetz apparently I meet a lot of people on there he came by my stream said we meet on there ever since we start talking and he open his own server which he made me co-owner and I left cuz he gave me hard time :D anyways stick to the story...

Here u have more and more to come. This guy in my dm and being super flirt very sexual too now today lies through his teeth cuz he does want to come off as this liar. and him saying "is if still a move night if it hard F" meaning he ask me to moan and whisper in his ears. i want to watch horror this time. I told yah I would not be filtered and not hold back. it was good until... his true color showed.

i actually resend my emote reaction I do when I am being sassy. I send this to another guy one time. This months-old clip Snapchat I did send to the head manager 4pf whom I talk to. this was made when he was getting dono weird alert I clip this reaction and send him wtf face impression and he was laughing at it.

he said that my camera broken cuz he nags me about doing video chat I just excuse it away. so he can stop.

so this is where he started to get super hammered on stream. these date frames where he was drunk or playing drunk idk. cuz he seems to be sober up when he talks to me and ignore the rest of his community because with me I was not in his business about him drinking and streamer I ask an update from one of his close mod. all sudden I am a bad person asking for his well-being. U can see that he has been talking to me for over a week and when he was hammered he didn't even remember who I was when was hopping into the voice chat channel on his discord. This guy got a serious drinking problem. I honestly think he lost some brain cells he cants recall what he said or talked to me about how he lying cuz he is still delusional. This person is a very unstable person. If you are actually a normal person who has awareness of what u doing and u got blacked out or whatever and in fact, he goes saying lies saying I am the person that is mad he stops giving me attention bruh he was in my DMS. these receipts dont lie. mistakenly I should not give him benefit of doubt u see I even try to tell him 3 times about me ask we could talk in voice chat I won't be transparent with him with stuff and he just brushes it off and change the topic each time we were in the call. I had my stupid guard down. Rob is right. I should just fucking stop giving these weirdos a chance or the benefit of the doubt. lesson learned, tho. The fact I had my guard down and was in healing progress right after the first asshole I went through I sadly was in right mind to allow this happened to me. But now my guard is way up. after that another person was flirting with me after lovo I was just very not there and I even told Chris respectfully i just recent experience this shit i told him about and my guard is up and i dont feel like flirt back cuz I dont allow anyone in anymore. that door is closed til the person starts earning my trust again and is worthy of getting to know them in that lvl.

and over here he says OMg cuz he waking up half sober up. and ask me to join vc where one of his mods is too. this was around 13 am maybe more dont remember the exact time, it was him waking up from drinking and he waking up to a message he got from his community. god knows what these snakes have been telling me I got a vibe all of them felt type of way cuz he was busy with talking with me when he was sober up. maybe he enjoys my company because I didn't harass him or was on his dick about him drinking and try interfere with that bullshit. I want to pull him away from drinking when he and I were alone he was happy and normal. but when he was around them he was drunk. the main reason he start drinking cuz because Jacqueline encouraged him to drink. he talk about drinking I start to pass out and didn't even hear him fully respond to me about him when the last time he drink. I pass out for a hot second and woke up, I saw that bitch was on him drinking fact he had been trying to stay sober and she was bad for him to encourage that shit to show what type of person she is. and after she was playing doctor shit the fact she had so much time on her hand. going around talking about me and being on his dick about him drinking playing psychologist and pretending she is an adult. Girls are in their 20s. I was older than her ass. yah should hear her mouth in VC while he was drunk and left off and on VC and offline and live stream he was all over the place. She was talking shit about payyobills and panda. "oh they still young" the girl followed for a few days already thinking she knows them for over 12 years shit. maybe that's why he ignored her ass cuz she was on her dick about personal shit. the fact she harassed me. on this call tell him stuff. how he should respond to her dm and she will send over her personal phone number. I even told her Roxy said he dont share that shit and streamer dont share personal numbers and she should respect that shit.

That funny how me and lovo been flirty for over a week I never ask him for a phone number, as a streamer myself I respected those boundaries. the fact viewer like her asks for that shit heck weird ngl.

I dont know if this guy has been lying since day one. or he just got lost some brain cells during his drinking. all these messages are deleted today btw. This show what type of person he is. He heck bitch for that and show his true color even more. If he got nothing to hide as he goes around telling people why delete then huh? he did the same shit to Lola. Now it was my turn cuz Jacqueline told bullshit to him before I was transparent with him myself. She knew some sort of what I wanted to ask him what this was about between me and him. she has flipped to her own version... want see more proof?... here comes...

This while we in call me, payyobills and it starts building up more people joined. panda was there one time. and joey one time. i send him songs suggestion and he listens to some of them. while he was life and we were all in VC discord just vibing. and we talk at the same time on discord.

he was saying shit in VC showing off in front of his boys. and I told him that and he thought I was trolling. he was flirting with me in the DMS he was multi-tasking shit. during this time joey invited me over play warzone 1. which I am a bot btw and he find out I am playing he felt type of way. and want to play with me. i ask him to join us tho. he said no joey is a shadow ban he dont wants to deal with cheaters. it sucks I had kept the match short with joey the last time I was talking to panda he was super impatient and this him sober up I want him to keep his mind off his bottle cuz he is on the stream asking for I made a white lie that he toss is.

I try to baby him but payyobills was not helping. I was on payyobills head to tell him " ain't that righhhht he tosses it" took him a while to understand take fucking hint. cuz while lovo was hammered he was telling him to drink it all he was high himself. There are a lot of snakes around him that are not good role models, in fact, he is around kids that are younger than himself. he starts acting like them too. but atm whatever floats his fucking boat. he won't hang around children not around his age which can be benefit for him to grow and be a better person.

it seems to work at the time he was in good mood and was enjoying himself. I was trying to keep him away from that bottle and he going sober up. seems when his mind was busy he didn't drink. I try to be there for him in the best way not nag him like Jacqueline just baby-talk him as if he is a baby and a child. i dint come as judgmental at all. seems to work. and seems to him the time of time loudly telling jacky back off cuz she was dm the long message she was willing to share a screenshot which I will show in another part of the story and she went to lovo and said I was grilling her about her show me her DMS. never happened. aiit more receipts

and he was on a call with me and the rest of the people. Joey came in panda was there one time and he said to he dont want to lose me to fuck boi shit. "A fuckboy is that guy … the one who doesn’t respect women but relies on them heavily. He’s distant, doesn’t care about other people’s time, and won’t commit. He’s self-absorbed, does stupid things, and fucks with others’ emotions."

like a "chad" person that is more attractive and got the perfect body. these people call those more handsome guys a fuck boys and think all of them are like that.

and I said no cuz at that moment I was talking to him mainly to try to figure out what this bullshit means that's why try to ask him the time of time he just brushes it off, I got bad vibes. was not the only person I spoke to ofc. usually, I dont go for his type ngl my type is more those guys he calls fuck boys. turns out it was not his face that was the problem his personality was thee issue too. at the end...

he can go on live and make up lies to his community but these dont lie. He just mad cuz he fucking lost a good one and he choose to believe a fat girl from RP. Over me. So said he will never find someone like me. and that fucking damn right!! he will constantly be in this pattern getting used by only fans girls he aims so for and girls that like him are fat and he should be grateful that I pretty gal like me gave him to shoot. and seems like jacky told maybe I am going to ignore him or not speak to him or use him just brush me away cuz she felt threatened by me. I got something she dont has. class and beauty and brain. I can speak more the 6 languages one of them is mine Persian(Farsi) rest is self-taught the fact she felt so threatened she went around telling him lies just stirring shit up and ruining what he had with me. him being so drunk and lost his brain cells not even having proof of anything or I have done nothing to him. A fact person like him finds GF from Rp heck of a weird turn out the bitches do not look like their character. the fact she end up instigating so much that lovo was all flirting she makes it like me and he got something going on. ... This girl is mental ill. she has done this to another guy name rocky. He got a screenshot too how weird she is. Ask him if u want to know about that story. that is what I was told. after what happened to what she did I actually believe him. this pattern. same with lovo and Lola. This pattern is with lovo. He got some insecurity issues with females. When he got pretty girls around him he self sabotage it and dont put boundaries with his community fact he shares so much shit with payyobills fact that guy payyobills came on me the first time we were in a voice chat call and he brought his buddy in a. and Jacqueline moved him from call to tell him to bullshit about me. probably got jealous his community male give me attention kinda was simping over me. she felt even threatened. When bri tries to join VC to talk to lovo cuz she knew him at a close lvl cuz she was friends with Lola they met I got the impression when her bf told her they know each other. His mod came off rude tell oh they are not friends anymore so they can't help him. Did want even try at least talk to him, maybe she can actually help him since his mom dont give fuck about his son being helpless. so I ask a favor joey he could ask me if help out help this guy is hammered and was helpless I didn't want to interfere cuz I didn't know him on a deep lvl. So try to help out. my heart was in right place. I dont want to harass him about his drink like others did in a call. I want to show his good time and only make about us flirting nothing else. make his mind busy on something else but people were whispering in his ears about me. There are zero reasons to show that I did him wrong. They making me out be a bad person and lying. when the children and petty behavior. Girl RP got jealous I got attention cuz she felt type way throws him claiming him but told him I am the one saying I claim him. I mean this dude can fucking read his own dm with me. where is that or ask for proof where I say that bullshit this bitch brings to his ears.

so after everyone was in vibe channel voice chat on discord everyone ends up leaving call me and he was alone and he asks he can call me from his phone and he ask me for a video chat and I caved in. actually look like a troll. I was messy my lips were dry and my hair was messy. i have not slept for days. lack of sleep for days. I didn't want to but then I said fuck it let's do it. just him get off my dick about it. He didn't look good himself anyways. Dont hurt to show him how I look when I am not dolled up. when I dont have mascara or lipstick on.

and we talked and ask again what going on between him and this jacky since she asking about the phone number and she is on his dick I was transparent with him these two hours we spoke and his phone died.

i cleared things up me asking for mods I didn't mean that way he was like that's fine he didn't mean to be a dick about it. I said I want a temporary mod while he is this drunk and sober up, he misses and understood everything. And I get we only talk for one week its about trust shit. i get that as a streamer myself. " he revoke jacky having the power to move people in discord he told me that payyobills ain't allow to do that shit while he was talking to me he remove her power. was not pressed or anything that he sober up he saw what his own mods did giving people access to stuff they should have and giving out roles.

and on that picture, he told me that emotes and rest him send a sexual emote cuz he is very sexual on the call with me. you will notice silence usually he responds with this he read all the lies his RP gf telling him he read that shit. he seems sober in a call. from 0 to 1000 real quick. after our video chat. weird right. this all cuz a fat ugly chick felt threatened by me. and she brings his community into the petty shit drama she cooked up. behind my back.

there was a guy in his chat coming at me for no reason and he call me before he flipped off. 0 to 1000 real quickly he remove his comment " he like idk why he saying that shit to u. he posts selfie of himself earlier" he was like why yah simp over here cuz people react on my pictures. and then he read old messages that he ignored for those days he was drunk and sober up. i was so confused I was like wtf he didn't even clear shit up. talking about me grilling this fat girl Jacqueline about DMS. when she her own send to me. i only ask what he is saying as I expect she just tell me in typing or just not say anything. i would say okay respect it. She is an adult person as she claims to be. nobody can force anyone to do something if they dont feel like it.

So I message him and show him even proof what she cooked up said about is fucking lies. I think he was a liar and played games all along. now u got more best view of anyone reading this if u heard his lies now u can look back at this u can see what type of person this person is. I bet the same date and time frame he said the same shit to another female. they are not aware of. hopefully, now he goes with an open mindset.

This was my last word with him after that. it took him 19 October to remove me as a friend and block me so did the same shit in return I block him from all other socials and ban him from my stream. and since the last time we spoke he has been smack-talking about me like crazy.

not a pretty picture guy that out of control drink so much he can't handle his liquor at all and lose his brain cell and lie about shit and hurts other for no fucking reason. i told yah I would not fucking hold back. I am sick and tired of him slandering my name around. One thing I am not is a liar and a bad person. When someone provokes me and does me wrong is when I retaliate. I learn from all my mistakes and always keep receipts cuz people always twist your words. I am glad I took that police office's advice and start doing this shit when was younger cuz I went through sexual assault, I report he got away with his crime. I did everything right I went straight to the police but sadly over this dump country police is dogshit. which I won't talk about in detail I am still on edge about that shit. and I learn always keep those screenshots to protect myself. it has been a shield for me since I was younger cuz I see people miles away give them benefit of the doubt and they do this.

This is them talking shit about me on stream and right after I talk to Greg snake he goes straight to him after him telling me about Lola when I didn't had clue who she was. he saying all bullshit to me. and Jacqueline pretends to know him for ages. nobody warned us this bitch only knew him for a week too. This screenshot I got from someone btw. this is after we stop talking btw. this is his pattern of girls he disrespects and gets bored with he goes to his community and he smacks and talks about them. i mean he did the same with Lola. the fact they still bring Lola's case to strange like I to show who they are. I told her from girl to girl she had the right to know what things had been said about her. she even told me quote

"I’m sorry you’re going through that babe. I’d move on from it. It doesn’t do you any good or being you any peace if you continue to be around him or his streams. If nothing is being said about me, I’m not worried about it then. I advise you just stay away from the negative people and any shit-talkers. I haven’t seen or heard anything myself, so I can’t take it out on them for not being wrong to me. My damage is already done and I’m over it. If they did, that’s where I confront." -Lola

she thought I was around his stream after we stop talking I got a screenshot and word he talking shit about me so stop by and check and record it cuz I know he is bitch and a fucking coward once he deletes shit. tech is amazing how u can easy record obs his own stream think him delete shit and delete what he said and twitch will not see that. plus she told me she will go over and call him out for that shit and he made lies so she believe him that's why she saying that. Cuz he personally didn't say anything but his own community talked about her in a bad light. He hurt her feelings I dont want to go into detail about what more she said to me before that only that he was mad cuz she ain't friends with him anymore for good reason. but I will share her last word and her quote so there is no  Inconvenience about it. part two.. next page

[bonky-n-steeb]

𝐶𝑂𝐷𝐸 𝐵𝐿𝑈𝐸

𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙑𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: Steve is angry on you for behaving recklessly and you decide to let him take his anger out on you in a very unprofessional way...

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: Unprotected sex, spanking, shower sex, rough sex, hair pulling, handjob, choking, PWP (porn with a very little plot... wait who am I lying to? It’s porn.) 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀 𝘿𝙉𝙄!

For my sake, your sake, your mom’s sake and for the betterment of the entire world, if you are a minor, please do not read this!🔞

Beta’d by the wonderful @lex-the-flex But all mistakes are mine

This is my first time writing smut, so please be kind 🥺 It’s filth... absolutely filth, even I can’t believe I’ve written this 🤦🏽‍♀️ I hope to god my mom never finds this and Marvel is probably gonna sue me for writing this.

“Steve!”

You exclaimed as he shut the door right in front of your face. Closing your eyes, you pressed your face to the door and sighed. You wanted to bang the door until he opened and explain Steve that all you did was your job. But you didn’t, instead you went to your own room next door and sulked.

You and Steve were on a mission to take down a hydra base. For the first few days, all you both did was map out the building. Once sure enough of your plans, you had finally breached it this morning.

In the beginning everything was just as expected. But then during the fight, you had spotted a man aiming his gun at an unaware Steve and like the love crazed woman you were, you shielded Steve with your own body.

Gladly Steve realised it before the damage was done and quickly held the shield in front of your both, deflecting the bullet. At your stunt, he had clenched his jaw and given an angry glare to you and had resumed fighting.

You had thought that was the extent of his anger at your carelessness, but apparently you were wrong. Steve hadn’t spoken a word to you after that. He had been silent throughout the entire ride to the hotel.

As he kept on fuming with unspoken anger, you tried your best to mend the situation by repeatedly calling out his name and talking about random things to yourself.

You actually didn’t know why he was angry. Agreed it was a stupid decision to be standing in front of a bullet, but you did it to save your teammate, at least that’s what you justified it with.

The truth was you were hopelessly in love with Steve Rogers. Soon after you had joined the avengers, you and Steve had become best friends. You hadn’t even planned on befriending him, forget about falling in love.

But with all his charm and naivety it was impossible not to fall for him. Not to mention his godly body. With the way he sometimes got flustered in front of you, you thought he felt something for you too, but you canceled it down by calling it wishful thinking.

While you both shared all your problems and worries with each other, you kept your emotions under wraps.

When you had seen the man aim his gun at Steve, your heart had literally stopped beating. The thought of living in a world without Steve in it was much more harrowing than your own death. So you did what you had to.

But now his silence was speaking louder than his words. It wouldn’t have felt this bad if he had scolded you or given you one of his long boring lectures, but this tactic of not talking with you was hurting you much worse.

The entire time you stripped out of your Kevlar suit and bathed, your mind was occupied by Steve’s silence. No matter how much you thought, you still couldn’t understand what had made him so mad.

After all, signing up with the avengers meant you would get into fights and get injured. The mantle of being an avenger came with a few broken bones.

And you weren’t the first to make such risky decisions during a mission, there had been many before you and there would be many after. So what was all this fuss about?

As you were pacing around your room, chewing your bottom lip, you stopped suddenly and took in a sharp breath. You couldn’t go back with this mess. Whatever it was, you had to sort it out and for that you needed to talk.

Deciding that it was now or never, you stepped out of your room and stood in front of Steve’s. You placed your ear on the door to check for any activity but there was none. You hoped to god he hadn’t fallen asleep.

Gathering all the strength you had, you knocked on the door, once, twice... thrice. But there was still no response. This had your mental alarms ringing. Steve sure wouldn’t ignore you this much, what if he was in danger?

Thinking of the worst case scenario, you crouched down and started picking the lock with your hair pin. As you opened the door and entered the room, you finally heard the noise of cascading water.

You huffed out a breath of relief. All this time he was just taking a shower and you thought about the possibilities of him getting murdered; you sure were an over thinker.

You didn’t know why but your feet weren’t retreating from the room. The sane part of your brain was telling you to go and come back later. And yet you stood awkwardly straight in the middle of his room.

You didn’t know how it happened, you swear to god didn’t realise. But all of a sudden you were standing in front of the bathroom door. You were burning with warmth from head to toe and you could listen to your heart beat in your ear.

Placing one hand on the door and the other on the knob, you tried to think for a moment. But somehow, your brain couldn’t process anything, except Steve. You slowly turned the knob and the door creaked open.

If Steve asked you what you were doing, which he definitely was going to, you would answer that you were sleepwalking or maybe you were possessed by a horny ghost. You wondered which one was more plausible.

The sight which greeted you was better than any you had ever seen. Steve was standing with his broad back facing you, glistening under the trickling water droplets.

His muscled expanse was stretched out magnificently under the shower, the water making rivulets into the grooves of his chiseled back. He straightened visibly under your watchful eye as he became aware of your entrance.

You waited for his scolding as you nibbled your bottom lip. You waited for him to tell you how immoral and indecent this was. You waited for him to fire you on the spot.

But nothing came from his side except strained breaths. It was as if he was doing some physical exertion by standing ramrod straight. As he tensed, his back muscles flexed even more and you wanted nothing more than to lick up the water drops.

Your mouth had fallen open and you were already panting and his body wasn’t the only thing wet. Seeing that he was neither bursting with anger nor reprimanding you for your actions, you decided to let your eyes wander further.

Your body lit itself on fire the moment you eyed his sculpted glutes. It was definitely, undoubtedly America’s ass. God, the things you wanted to do to him and the things you’d let him do to you.

You looked up to see Steve had turned his head a little and was staring at you through the corner of his eye. Taking that as a hint, you walked further until you were inside the shower.

The water seeped through your clothes as you stood right behind Steve. You were so close that the only thing in front of your eyes was his broad back. Yet he didn’t turn to face you.

Your hand shivered despite the warm water as you touched his back. That simple contact passed an electric current through Steve and you could hear his audible gasp.

Keeping one hand on his back, you moved your dominant hand further onto his chest. After palming his abs for sometime, you snaked your hand further down.

But before you could reach your destination, a strong hand curled around your wrist, limiting your movements. “Don’t.” It was the first word he had said to you after the mission.

His voice was hoarse and deep and you wondered if it was possible for you to come just with his voice. “But what if I want to?” You really were possessed, because you definitely didn’t have this much confidence.

Unexpectedly, your defiance worked and he loosened his hold, though he didn’t remove his hand. When you finally touched his warm cock, which was standing hard proudly, you moaned and buried your face into his back.

“Fuck.” Steve cursed as you rubbed him. You had heard him cursing a few times before, but listening to it now just melted you into a puddle. You pressed your face further into his back as you kept palming him, his hand was still on your wrist as a reminder, though he wasn’t guiding your movements.

You wondered how he would fit inside you, as you were barely able to curl your hand around his massive length. One second you were jerking him off and the next you were pinned to the wall, facing him. You blinked rapidly to steady your senses.

The hand he had used to pull you forward was now held against the wall and you had placed the other on his chest. His entire body was blushing hard and his face was just as flustered as yours.

Steve placed his hand gently on your cheek, a stark contrast to his previous actions. He bent down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips as first but he didn’t go any further.

Looking up at him through hooded eyes, you stared at him in confusion. Noticing the question on his face, you realised he was asking for permission. Nodding your head rapidly, you replied with a breathy yes.

That’s all it took for him to smash his face into yours. His kiss wasn’t a perfect or a practiced one, but what he lacked in experience, he made it up with his passion and edge.

You were actually tongue fucking each other and you didn’t regret a moment. You were close to eating each other’s faces off when you finally parted.

You panted and arched your back, exposing your neck as he sucked down your jaw to your neck. Without giving you a moment to gather yourself, he tore your tank top right through the middle.

And the only thing your mushy brain capable of saying was, “Holy shit.” It was the hottest thing you had ever seen. The way his arms flexed as he tore the fabric made you gush.

He discarded the now useless tank top carelessly on the floor and bent down to suck your nipples. You were about to go to sleep and thus weren’t wearing any bra. You let out an unholy moan at the sensation and the sight of him suckling you.

You carded your hands through his hair only for him to take your hands and pin them back to the wall. “Oh Steve.” As you moaned his name, he looked up at you through his lustrous blue eyes.

All of a sudden he let go of your hands and nipple and as you whimpered in dissatisfaction, he quickly tugged your pants down. He practically growled at the sight of you naked in front of him.

He placed his hands on your ass as he knead it while simultaneously kissing you stupid. He shifted his hands from your ass to your thighs and in one swift motion picked you up.

You hadn’t ever been picked up by anyone before and for once you were glad that Steve had taken the serum. He carried you out of the shower and into the room.

You were going to complain about how you were going to ruin the carpet with water when he all but gently threw you into the bed, face down.

You gathered yourself on your hands and knees just as he positioned himself behind you. Steve didn’t know what got into him when he saw your ass perched up in the air, but he went absolutely feral.

He wanted to talk and tell you things, but currently he was incapable of doing anything but devour you. He placed his huge palms on your ass and started kneading, but the thing he did next, took you by absolute surprise.

He spanked your ass, hard. At the contact you let out a loud surprised shriek. You had no idea captain America was a kinky little shit, not that you were complaining.

While you were turned on beyond your senses, Steve mistook your surprise for pain. He snapped out of whatever haze had taken over him, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You looked back at Steve with confusion. “God. No. Steve, you didn’t hurt me. I liked it.” You said with such shyness as if you hadn’t just given him a handjob moments ago.

“Do more.” You asked and he delivered. Steve understood that you wanted it rough, and who was he to deny. He spanked your ass thrice more, alternating the cheek, in quick succession, only to rub it gently later.

He kept up with the contrast of quick spanks and gentle kneads until you sobbed with wrecked pleasure and delightful pain.

When you came back from your blissful high, you realised Steve was pressing soft kisses to your back. You strained your neck at an odd angle and pulled Steve in for a kiss.

It was gentle and filled with adoration and love, a great disparity to what just happened. Steve was rutting against your ass as he deepened the kiss.

Parting from the kiss, he took hold of his cock and jerked it a few times before rubbing himself against your drenched folds. You were already so dripping that you didn’t need any extra stimulation.

Finally he pushed in the tip and you moaned like in heat at the sweet pressure. Gladly he gave you a moment before pushing slowly further, inch by inch.

No matter how wet, or in a sex haze you were, you both knew he wasn’t easy to take. All the while, Steve was muttering praises and soft words to you.

When he finally bottomed out, you both moaned out with pleasure. After giving you some time to adjust, he pulled back only to push back in with a measured but powerful thrust.

“Oh fuck!” Overcome with pleasure, you slapped a hand on the headboard to hold yourself steady while you clutched Steve’s ass with the other to hold him as close to you as possible.

He began with slow yet hard thrusts but soon he changed rhythm and started fucking you in earnest. The headboard rattled against the wall as Steve held your shoulder with one hand and supported you both with another placed firmly on the bed.

You had got a hundred dreams about Steve railing the shit out of you. But nothing matched the actual thing.

Steve experimentally wove his fingers through your hair and when you let out something between a moan and a demand for more, he clutched and pulled it tightly making your eyes roll back with euphoria.

“Stevveee, I... Stevie, I’m close,,... oh fuck!” The only thing you could do was moan wantonly and take everything Steve gave you.

Just as Steve felt your walls quivering, he pulled out. He groaned with frustration as you were so so close. But before you could formate any words, he flipped you around.

“I want to watch you as you come for me.” He said bending down to press a kiss. This time, he entered you in one swift motion.

Curling a hand around his neck, you held the head board with other as you arched into his touch. He was grunting loudly and his voice was having more effect than it should have on you.

You were close, so very close, but you needed more, something more. “Steve, choke me.” You whimpered. Steve faltered for a moment before realising what you had said.

When Steve placed his hand delicately on your throat, which you had exposed to him, you knew you were going to have the best orgasm of your life.

Steve squeezed your throat, and at that very second, you orgasmed like never before. Your toes curled and legs shook uncontrollably as you babbled nonsense.

You felt as if you saw the deepest crevices of the universe and snorted the most powerful drug as white pleasure enveloped you.

Steve, in spite of his super soldier stamina, gave in to pleasure as your walls hugged him tight. With a shout, he came deep within you.

After the pleasure faded and the fatigue had set in, you both laid limply within a tangle of limbs and in each other’s embrace.

“Steve.” You croaked as he kept on prepping you with kisses. He only hummed in response. “I love you.” At that the kisses stopped.

You worried if this was the end of everything, but when you looked up in his eyes, you knew it was just the beginning. His eyes were filled with love.

“I love you too.” He smashed your lips once again and you responded just as enthusiastically. “I can’t think of living without you. You mean everything to me.

When I saw you in front of the gun, I was so scared. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to save you.” You caressed his face as you said, “But you did. And I know you always will Steve.”

“That I will.” You knew that Steve would keep you safe. You knew that in his warm embrace, nothing in this world would touch you.

“Steve, if you ever get mad at me, talk to me, scold me, give me on of your boring lectures if you want, but please don’t stop talking to me.”

“If ignoring you is going to lead to this, then I’ll probably give you the silent treatment.” He chuckled as you punched him playfully.

You couldn’t believe you were in love with this goof, or that he was just as in love with you.

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[slasherhaven]

Hello! I adore your blog so much! Just a quick question, are you planning on doing part2 of 'Disruptive', Thomas x reader hc? Maybe reader finds out what happend to Ian and Cecilia (those were the names, right?)

Thomas Hewitt X Reader

Part 1 HERE

Disruptive Part 2:

Luda May had tried to shield you from the fate of your friends but you knew what was happening as soon as you heard Hoyt's gun go off. She held you as you cried, both from the feelings of betrayal and from the violence taking place outside.

She had continued to comfort you during the days following their deaths, shushing you and reassuring you. She had tried to get Thomas to see you, to take her role in comforting you, but he had refused each time. He was sure that you wouldn't ever want to look at him again, never mind be comforted by him. So, he took to avoiding you, assuming Luda May would bring you more comfort than anything else could.

Everything had happened so fast but you had managed to wrap your head around the main points and come to terms with them. Ian and Cecilia were dead, the family that you were now living with had killed them.

It was scary at first but the family never seemed to wish you any harm, Luda May always assured you of that. Even Hoyt refrained from threatening you or scaring you, apparently he hadn't been fond of your friends but had no real problem with you since you had been the polite one. Still, neither he or Monty went out of their way to make you feel particularly welcome.

In the end, you couldn't say you mourned your ex-boyfriend and ex-best friend all that much, considering the betrayal they had committed. More than anything, you had been afraid about what your time in the house would mean for you. But...it had never meant you any harm, and you believed they would continue to welcome you in their home.

Luda May had apologised for your loss, apologised for what the family did but assured you that you were safe here. She had also asked you not to blame Tommy.

Some time passed and the family trusted you to move freely around the residence. You were still polite and undeservingly kind to the family, helping with chores and assimilating with the family relatively easily. You were a welcomed addition in everyone's eyes.

Still, Thomas was avoiding you and you had become highly aware of it. Now that everything had calmed down, you could notice the lack of the large man in every room you walked into. At first you thought it was a coincidence, now you were certain he was avoiding you on purpose.

Despite wishing that Thomas wouldn't keep avoiding you, you hadn't had much chance to confront him about it. At least, until today.

The house was pretty quiet and you were in the kitchen, having just finished some chores when you glanced out of the window. From your position at the window, you could see Thomas outside by the collection of cars. Hoyt must have asked him to strip down the newest car, the car you had arrived in.

You smiled to yourself, determined to take the chance to speak with him. Grabbing a chilled glass from the tray, you hurried outside and skipped down the steps.

It reminded you of a graveyard, cars in various states of distress lined up in the field. Some stripped down to their frames, others barely touched but parts rusting away.

"Thomas" you spoke as you approached him, getting his attention since his back was to you. You bit back a small laugh when he jumped and turned to face you, clearly surprised by your presence.

"It's hot, I thought you would like a drink" you offered as you held out the glass of freshly made iced lemonade.

He looked a little suspicious of your offer at first but his face soon softened before he took the glass from you.

He tensed some more when he realised what he had been doing as you approached. He glanced back at the before, looking nervously at you before hanging his head.

Even though he didn't say anything, it was like you could read his mind. He was worried that you would be upset about him stripping your car for parts.

"Don't worry. It was Ian's car, you can do whatever you want with it" you assured him with a small shrug, lazily kicking the flat tyre as if to further your point.

Thomas nodded, relaxing slightly, before drinking from the glass that you had so generously provided him.

You rocked back and forth on your feet for a moment as it fell silence, feeling a little awkward and sensing the tension in the air.

"Have you been avoiding me?" you finally asked, deciding there was no point dancing around the subject.

Thomas just shifted his weight, unsure of how to answer. He could be honest and say 'yes', but he knew that would sound rude, and surely you wanted him to avoid you. Or he could lie and say 'no', but he didn't want to lie to you and he knew you already knew the truth.

"It's alright if you have, I get it" you reassured him, not wanting him to feel guilty for it. "Just stop, okay?...I'm not mad at you and...and I miss you" you confessed, noticing how his eyes widened slightly at your words.

How could you miss him? You had only known him for a day before he started avoiding you. He supposed the only real company you had now was Luda May, so maybe...that was why you 'missed' him. He couldn't wrap his head around you having forgiven him and wanting to have him around.

"I have to get back before Luda May finds me gone but stop avoiding me, okay?" you spoke again when he didn't really respond.

This time, Thomas nodded, making you smile before running back towards the house. Thomas smiled to himself as he watched you run back into the house, hoping that you really had meant it and he wouldn't have to avoid you any more.

Thomas was true to his word and stopped avoiding you. Conversations should have been a little awkward but you found any silences comfortable and you kept the conversation flowing. He didn't talk, you had learnt that for sure now, but he listened intently and always responded in what ways he could.

Now, you spent more time with him that any other Hewitt. Now, he did the opposite of avoiding you. He was always around, seeking you out just for your friendly company.

You were thankful for those developments but a new concern was worming its way into your mind. Even when he wasn't around, you were thinking about him, you couldn't wait until you saw him again. Whenever he was around, you would smile, practically giddy to be around him again.

Could you be developing feelings for Thomas?

From the first day you met him, defending him behind the gas station, you had thought he was sweet. You had also found him attractive, tall with broad shoulders and strong arms. God, you wondered what those arms would feel like wrapped around you.

You could never make out all of his facial features because of his mask but you could see his eyes. Oh, how you adored his eyes. They were expressive and beautiful. You wanted to tell him that whenever you could see him doubting himself.

You wondered if he would ever take his mask off around you, if he would ever let you see his face. You had heard from Luda May that he had some sort of skin condition and that was what he was hiding, but you didn't care. You just wanted to see him...maybe he would even let you k-

"I'm so glad you and Thomas are talking again" Luda May's voice brought you out of your thoughts, reminding you of where you were. You were in the kitchen, helping cook supper, but had completely zoned out with thoughts of Thomas.

"He's a good boy and he likes you, he's just a little shy" she smiled to herself. She obviously loved Thomas and it did make you smile, it was sweet.

You sighed and you collected yourself, practically deflating as you pushed away the thoughts about Thomas. Yes, you could be honest with yourself, you had developed a crush on Thomas but it surely didn't matter. You doubted he returned your feelings, even despite how highly Luda May claimed he thought of you.

"It's alright, he was just worried about everything that happened..." you cleared your throat, hoping she hadn't seen the change in expression on your face. You didn't feel like being questioned about it right now. "Do you want me to come to the gas station with you tomorrow?" you asked, changing the subject. You didn't like the idea of her walking down there on her own.

"No, that's alright, dear. Hoyt is going to drive me up" Luda May assured you and you nodded. "I'll ask Tommy to help you out with some chores tomorrow, I'm sure he won't mind helping" she offered.

"Oh, I'm sure I can handle it" you shook your head, able to handle some clean up on your own.

"Trust me, dear, Tommy will be happy to help" she insisted, giving you a knowing look.

You were sure she knew something you didn't, but you couldn't question her about it because Thomas had walked into the room, making you both look back at him.

"Hey Tommy, we're almost done with supper" you told him with a smile.

"Would you help Y/n clean up after breakfast tomorrow?" Luda May asked and Thomas nodded without hesitation.

"Thank you, Tommy" you smiled at him. You tried to hide it but Luda caught the light blush on your cheeks as you turned back to the task at hand.

The next morning, Thomas kept his promise. Hoyt was taking Luda May to the gas station, Monty was passed out in front of the television, and Thomas had come to help you clean up in the kitchen. Well, he was supposed to be helping but he was basically doing it all, not letting you help when you tried.

He had been working in a comfortable silence for a while, as your mind ran while. You watched him work, watching the muscles of his back moving under his shirt, smiling at him whenever he glanced over his shoulder at you.

Sometimes you thought he might return some of your feelings but then your newfound insecurities would show their ugly faces. You used to be so confident in yourself, able to take rejection with understanding, it wouldn't shake you. But now you doubted yourself, now you couldn't stand the idea of Thomas not thinking you were enough.

You sat on the kitchen table, where Thomas had placed you and silently ordered you to stay making you laugh, and anxiously picked at the wood with your nails.

"Thomas?" you finally spoke, making him look at you. "Do I talk too much?" you asked. Ian had believed you were too much, too chatty at times, too eager, just too much and yet not enough all at the same time.

Thomas instantly shook his head. He honestly liked how much you talked, that you even wanted to talk to him in the first place. Your face would light up as you rambled about something that had happened that day, and it made his chest feel warm. He couldn't help it but smile whenever you talked so happily, even about the most mundane things.

You almost smiled but not quite. He seemed to be being honest, you didn't talk too much. He didn't think like Ian had...but that didn't help much.

"...do you think I'm attractive?" you asked quietly after a short moment of silence. You never thought you were the most attractive person in the world but you had been comfortable in your own skin, at least until you found out your boyfriend had been fucking your best friend for months. There had to be a reason for Ian to betray you like that, you must have done something wrong.

Thomas paused at your question, his eyes widening.

Surely this was a trick question, how was he supposed to answer that? Of course he did! Of course he thought you were attractive, but would you think it was weird if he said that?

Thomas had thought you were attractive from the first moment he saw you. He thought you were the kindest and bravest person he had met since you took that punch for him, and still smiled up at him like he was worth it. Ever since your first encounter with each other, he was smitten with you. And those feelings had only grown as he spent more time with you. He absolutely adored you. God, he wished he could tell you all of that...

You took his silence as a negative response. He didn't answer because he didn't want to hurt you...

"Sorry, you don't have to answer that..." you hung your head, looking down at your lap. You shouldn't have put him in that position, you shouldn't have asked.

Thomas panicked a little, the last thing he wanted to do was make you feel bad. He just hadn't wanted to make you uncomfortable. He took a breath, trying to build up his confidence, before walking over to you.

You looked down at where your hand lay on the table when you felt Thomas' much larger one rest over yours. You teared your gaze away and looked up at him. He just nodded once you were finally looking at him again.

"Thanks, Tommy" you smiled. "I think you're attractive too" you confessed.

He pulled his hand away then, looking down at his feet. You were just being kind, saying what you were meant to say, or just straight up making fun of him.

"Hey" you frowned, quickly catching his hands in both of yours. "I mean it" you promised him as he met your gaze again, still looking unsure. "You doubt yourself too much, think too lowly of yourself" he tensed when you released on of his hands, bringing your hand up to his mask. "I don't know exactly why you wear this but I promise, whenever you feel like you can take it off around me, I will still think you're attractive" you promised, tugging on his hand to pull him closer.

Thomas let you pull him closer, swallowing the lump in his throat as he came to stand between your legs, hand still in yours. He had to do something, he had to savour the moment. Could you really be being honest with him?

He lifted his free hand and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, making you smile softly up at him. He still didn't talk but you knew what he was saying. You too. You shouldn't doubt yourself, you were everything he could ever want, and he did want you.

Since you didn't pull away, Thomas' confidence began to grow. The hand he had hovering around your face gently cupped your cheek and he swore his heart skipped a beat when you nuzzled your face into his large palm.

Thomas wasn't Ian. Thomas clearly cared deeply about you, he wouldn't betray you, he wouldn't hurt you like Ian had.

You placed your hand over the only he held against your cheek, turning your head to press a kiss to his palm. Thomas just looked at you in complete awe.

It made him think back to the man you had arrived with, your boyfriend, Ian. How could Ian ever betray you like he did. Thomas had met your friend, Cecilia, and sure she was pretty but nothing when compared to you. And she wasn't even half as kind. Thomas would never hurt you like that, he couldn't even fathom it.

Here you were, tenderly kissing his palm and looking at him...lovingly, if he didn't know any better.

The sound of the front door slamming closed made you both jump, Thomas' hand falling from your face and landing instinctively on you thigh as you both turned towards the door of the kitchen.

"What the fu-" Hoyt began but cut himself off with a sigh and a shake of his head. "Y'know what, I don't wanna know. Just not in the fucking kitchen" he snarled before grabbing a beer from the fridge and leaving the room.

Both you and Thomas blushed at the implications of what Hoyt had thought you'd been doing, Thomas stepping away from you with an almost apologetic look.

"It's alright, Tommy" you smiled as you hopped down from the table. "Let finish up cleaning, okay?" you asked and he just nodded, assuming you were about to just ignore whatever the moment was that you both shared.

You smiled up at him again, taking your hand in his and lacing your fingers through his, before guiding him back across the kitchen.

#thomas hewitt x reader #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slashers #slasher #my writing

[gustingirl]

gvf headcanon | you give them the silent treatment.

request: omg could u do a head canon of how the boys react to u giving them the silent treatment plsssss

disclaimer: i’m probably going to do this like explaining a bit the situation and maybe a little scenario at the end!

danny.

no, this boy can't take it. i know for a fact that he wouldn't just take it. like not even five seconds. the moment he notices you're giving him the silent treatment he would go baby mode and apologize for whatever he did, even if he doesn't know what he did. i bet he would do anything to have you forgive him and you obviously would instantly because have you seen how soft this man is?? how could you resist a pout from him?

like you two have just finished having a little argument, really over something dumb. but he suddenly said something a bit hurtful and you froze. it did hurt but not as much, however you still got mad and since he didn't recognize his mistake, you looked at him and made it obvious you were giving him the silent treatment. he didn't resist it at all and began apologizing. "no, baby baby baby, i’m sorry, i really am. i didn't mean to say that! i’m so sorry please talk to meee" he would beg as he tried hard to have you look at him

sam.

this motherfucker plays with fire, we know it. he believes the silent treatment is super childish but since he's even more childish, expect for him to give YOU the silent treatment, even if he was the one to make a mistake. depending on how stubborn you are, you could say that, if it were on sam's hands, you two could call it hibernation silent treatment, as he would see it as a competition and not talk to you just for the sake of his pride....but he isn't resisting much. it's you we're talking about after all.

"ok fine, fine! you win" he would suddenly say while looking at you "please talk to me, let's work this out, babe. we can’t be silent forever"

jake.

not gonna lie, jake seems like quite a mature boyfriend. and a soft one too. like the kind to appear all tough when in public but he's all soft and cuddly with his partner in private (not the tsundere kind, please don’t think that lmaoo). anyways, i feel he would find the silent treatment too unnecessary.

sort of like this: you knew jake had had a bad day, but that didn't excuse him to act like an asshole to you. you also had your issues and would never get it off with him. but now jake was being a bit too rude with you. as much as you tried to talk to him about it, he just answered back even ruder. so, tired of his shit, you decided to not give into it anymore. you told him you were done and that you would talk to him when he would talk to you with respect. as soon as he realized you meant a silent treatment, he sighed before approaching you. "really? you're just not gonna talk to me? come on, babe, we're not 15 anymore. we're adults" as he noticed you were still upset, he took your hand and placed a kiss on it before continuing "i’m being an asshole, i know. you don’t deserve this, i’m not upset with you, alright? i’m sorry now please let's talk again"

josh.

there are two chances: he either gets insecure or mad. like i know josh's probably the most self confident of the group but something tells me when this man puts out his heart for someone, he's really opening up to them, letting all insecurities in.

like i imagine you two attended a bar together and he got a bit too drunk, making you his babysitter more than his partner. he had promised to take care but you knew he would break this promise again. the next morning, you just didn't want to talk to him. you knew starting an argument with a post-party josh was the worst idea so, you decided to swallow everything and just avoid him. when he noticed you wouldn't reply to him, all concerns would drown him and the more you would spend silent, the more he would worry.

"darling? what's going on? you've been like this since i woke up. is everything ok?" he swallowed as he only got a sigh as a response "y/n....y/n, you’re killing me, please" it was his sudden voice breaking that made you look at him for the first time since the day had started.

dude why was josh's so fucking hard to write??

anyways hope this is good!! thank u for reading, love u all <3

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