#short one

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Bruce is Jason’s biological father.

He finds out about it during the autopsy after Ethiopia.

#Bruce becomes mega unhinged for a while after that #he actively tries to follow Jason #poor Tim’s got his hands full keeping the maniac alive #Jason comes back but is found rather quickly by Bruce/tim/Dick #by virtue of being buried in the family crypt or something maybe #Jason is pretty out of it for a while but gets better eventually #Bruce obsessively checks Jason’s pulse at least once every hour #Jason is mildly confused #but he also kinda enjoys the attention and cuddles and over all affection from everyone #prompts #short one #family feels #jason todd #jason todd wayne #batfamily #Bruce Wayne #batfam #dick grayson #robin #fic #tim drake #Batman #alternate universe #resurrection gone right #batdad #Jason and Bruce

[disneyprincemuke]

stay cool, it’s just a kiss

alternatively: it’s flawless, really something

in which they roll up to the front porch after their first date and logan can’t seem to wrap up the date as he typically does

“that was very,” she clears her throat, her smile growing slightly as she walks up to the door of the house, “i had a lot of fun.”

logan grins, shoving his hands into his pockets. “this is kinda weird, isn’t it?”

she laughs. she looks back at the house momentarily and turns back to him. “it’s one way to end the date — ending up in the same place. is it weird that we already live together before we go went on a date?”

he shrugs with a small smile. he takes a step towards her. “well, don’t make it weird.”

“i’m not!” she shrieks, dropping her head in embarrassment. “i was asking genuinely!”

silence falls between them at the front porch steps of the place they spent years together in.

the date had gone amazingly well. logan stuck to his promise of making it up to her after the stunt he pulled in the bahamas. opened doors, drove her, paid the bill and everything. it’s very sweet and endearing, and he had even reached over at some point to hold her hand.

on the drive home, she couldn’t help but look over at him, focused on the road as he tries not to turn his head to dreamily stare at her. which he’s done all night, and it was starting to worry her when he was behind the wheel.

she never knew watching someone drive could send her mind into a frenzy.

“so, um,” logan sighs, tapping his foot on the ground. “thing is, i can’t pull any of my usual moves on you like i usually do.”

“what do you mean?” a small smile spreads her lips as she stares up at him in confusion.

“i wasn’t the best guy to try and date before this,” logan admits. “you know that — you get all the stories from me. i can’t do that to you.”

“am i an alien? what separates me from your other girls?”

he rolls his eyes. “you know what makes you different.”

she shakes her head and takes a step forward. her hands are shaking, her mind is operating at a million kilometres an hour as she took that daunting step. it isn’t like her to be so forward. “i actually don’t.”

logan would never admit but he’s known, even several years back, that her eyes were a different level of hypnotising. he could get lost in her eyes every single time he looked in.

“don’t make me say it.”

his eyes flicker to her lips, then back up at her eyes. he knows that she saw him hesitate because he catches her glance at the way his hands flinched, restraining himself from grabbing her and sandwiching her between his body and the door.

she scoffs dryly. he raises his eyebrows when she closes up the gap between them, chests pressed against one another. “are you going to kiss me?”

he breathes out shakily. “what?”

“it’s not like we’ve never kissed before,” she says in a low voice. she loops a finger around his pants’ belt loop and pulls him in. “why are you holding back?”

“come o–“

he doesn’t get to protest against her best wishes when she wraps her hands around his neck, pulling him down into her to connect their lips.

the reality is that at the end of dates, he would typically bring the girl to bed. and, well, it’s not that easy in this situation. not only is this girl his best friend, they also live in the same house. it’s just not right.

and she’s so pure, so innocent, and so fresh to things like a relationship.

it’s just not the same.

she bunches up the material of his jacket in her hands as their lips move against one another, taking another bold step forward to press herself up against him.

his hands come up to tangle themselves in her hair, stumbling forward. the effect she has on his is just absurd — coming undone in her presence after he branded himself as someone with a tough exterior.

“logan,” she mutters breathlessly, pulling away momentarily.

he hums in response, crashing his lips back onto hers. his hands move down to her back, squeezing the skin in the area. “god, do you have any idea how long i’ve wanted this with you?”

“just do it. i’m all yours.” she smiles against his lips and nods. logan pulls away, holding her in the spot with wet lips and staggered breaths.

she looks up at him with wide eyes, lips parted and a glimmer in her eyes that logan’s never seen before. “what’s wrong?”

“you know i can’t do this to you,” logan sighs, shaking his head. in perspective, he simply can’t treat her the way he does with every other girl. it’s not the same.

perhaps it’s the fact that they’d grown up together, or that he feels like he owes a lot of his success to her family for taking him in when he needed a family to lean on.

he just can’t take advantage of her like that.

“you’re… you’re young.” logan steps away and scratches his head. “we need to take this slow. i told you — you’re not just any other girl to me. it’s different. this is different.”

her expression doesn’t falter. if anything, it looks like she swooning even more than before. she smiles with an understanding nod. “okay.”

he smiles, swiping his thumb across her cheek gently. “i’ll show you what it’s actually like to be with me. i’ll take care of you, okay?”

@myxticmoon

#short one #i miss them!!! #ugh #fucking logan and femdriver #i think of them all the time btw #logan sargeant x reader #logan sargeant x you #disneyprincemuke #disneyprincemuke imagine #disneyprincemuke imagines #disneyprincemuke f1 #disneyprincemuke ial #f1 fanfic

[arrowmaker15]

(stubs toe)

Jason: Son of a bitch on turkey, bologna and ham and cheese with crackers!

Tim:

Tim: Fucking *what*?

#dc comics #incorrect quotes #incorrect dc quotes #batfam incorrect quotes #jason todd #tim drake #short one #sorry #just woke up

[jokeringcutio]

Prompt Fill: Grabber Returns for you [ Grabber/Albert Shaw x Reader ]

Fandom: Black Phone 2022 Pairing: The Grabber/ Albert Shaw x Reader Rating: Mature Warnings: Mature Themes, Stalking, Kidnapping, allusions to smut/talk about smut, 18+ references, Modern Au. For helreyy ♡

-> The dark shape of him underneath the tree made you freeze. You blinked but he was still there. His tall frame a shadow. You slowly lowered your cup and leaned closer to the window. His watching blue eyes met yours and it was like being pierced by needles of ice.

His lips twisted in a grin. Then he turned around and disappeared into the shadows of the park opposite your house.

You turned to cry out for your parents. They came rushing to your side not much later and you told them of the man you’d seen.

The Grabber was famous for kidnapping young boys. You had clearly been a mistake. A young woman, not a child, taken by a stranger who had asked your help, thrown into the back of his van.

His address remained unknown while yours had been all over the news. Granted, your name was anonymized and your details had been blanked in all news articles since they found you. But of course, your kidnapper had been following the news, downloading and screen-capturing every article about you and saved them on his hard drive as some kind of sick and twisted trophy. He did it with all his victims, but little did you know.

You also suspected he wasn’t actually the Grabber, even though he had said that he was. Even the police thought he might be someone new. A wannabe killer. An imitator. You did not fit the profile of his victims.

But if he wasn’t the Grabber, how would you explain the children’s schoolbook containing notes that you’d found in the basement he had locked you up in?

Your mysterious villain had hidden his face at all times, never showing you who was behind the masks he wore. You’d seen him painted white and behind glasses first, then only behind grotesque masks. Even as he had stood in the shadows of you house, you had seen the devil’s horns in the shade.

The police wanted to know who he was and where to find him, but composite drawings were out of the question. They wanted to research his DNA profile, but you had never been touched that way by him and weren’t defiled with his sperm or otherwise. The only evidence you held were the gashes and bruises created by his belt.

You’d been his good girl, he had said. Hitting you had only been to show you how it would be if you decide to be bad. It’d be worse, he had threatened. He said he would never want to let you go.

You’re different from them. You’re my special little pet.

If only you would have remembered the route you used to escape or recognized the houses you had passed. But it had been in the dark of the night and you had been frightened. The Grabber had been asleep on his kitchen chair when you walked past him. By the time the dog barked you were already out the door, slipping away, hiding behind some bins at a neighboring house. Frozen with fear. You had heard his footsteps as he ran into the garden, heard the gravel underneath his soles when he made it to his van, and heard him start the engine.

He didn’t know you were still there, quiet as a mouse, watching as he drove off, pace deliberately slow, lamps like searchlights gliding along the pavement. You waited to see which direction he drove to, then sprinted out of the shrubbery and headed the other way. You ran.

You ran and ran until your legs gave out. Until dawn touched your cheeks and you recognized the scratches of thorns and twigs, cuts and bruises on your arms and legs. And a stranger came up to you and wrapped her arms around you, and you knew you were safe.

It had only been three days of your life, but it had been enough.

In hindsight, you should have seen it coming.

The Grabber had threatened he would not let you go. Though he had not touched you like that, he had fantasized. Openly and explicitly. Told you of all the things he wanted to do to you. How you would take his cock, how he’d split you open, make you bleed your virgin blood all over his shaft. How he would touch your clit, make you writhe beneath him until your walls milked him dry. His balls would explode, his seed dumped deep inside, and he would fuck your cunt raw until it hurt to take him any longer. Then he would fuck you some more until you could no longer stand.

You swore you saw him at times, standing on the other side of the street, observing. You asked your parents to check the camera they’d placed in front of the house. Someone moved in the shadows all right, but he was always out of sight. You told the police and they let their surveillance car drive through your street a few times a day. The sightings grew less frequent, but they did not stop.

Those threats that he had made surfaced when you thought you saw him again, this time on your way to your new apartment. Your parents helped you with that, knowing you wanted a change, that you wanted to escape to a place far away.

You grabbed your father’s arm and made him turn to look and see. But the Grabber had cleverly gone. You comforted yourself by remembering he was only at your parent’s house. He wouldn’t know where you were going to live. You’d be far away, in a busy city. No way he could get his hands on you unnoticed.

Of course, you might have jinxed yourself with your wishful thinking. As you opened the door to your new apartment, after a night out with friends, many weeks later, you suddenly felt the presence of someone behind you, the warmth of a body burned into you from behind. When you turned around, you saw you were in the shade of a tall man. Blue eyes glinted in the dark, hidden behind the upper half of a mask. His teeth glinted in the light of the streetlamp, canines like sharp fangs showing.

“Hello, little butterfly. Ready to come home to Daddy?”

Your eyes grew wide and your hands flew up to cover your nose. But the canister was already against your nostrils, a gas heavy within your nose. Your eyes drooped while you fell limp in his arms. And the last thing you heard “I’m gonna make good on my promise, little girl,” a low, husky rasp.

“I’m gonna fuck you long and hard.”

#Albert Shaw #The Grabber #Grabber x you #you x grabber #slasher x reader #the grabber x reader #prompt fill #drabble #short one #this is what I mean #thank you for requesting

[theplottdump]

Vera: Poppy I think you might have a new dad. Poppy: Nah- my mom is like that with everyone.

Thanks for the save by the way 008. I really don't know why I froze like that.

Kate: No problem. Dealing with creepy old men is kind of what I do best. Orange: Poppy! Hold on! Poppy: 𝘖𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳- Vera: Oooh a man! Poppy: Don't remind me.

Orange: Poppy. What the hell is going on? Poppy: It's fine! It's all fine! Orange: Really? Because I seriously don't think it is!

Poppy: Look I'll explain everything tomorrow- maybe! Or I dunno- probably never.

𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵- 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤, 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮?

#short one #sad puppy orange #orange bailey moon #plott gen 6 #gen6Angels #poppy plott #vera doe #kate miller

[katyahina]

About the chalice next to Lady Maria

Hey guys, remember how I said that it appears to be really low-res Pthumeru Chalice?

So when I brought that up, Mico revealed to me that there was a figure of Lady Maria by Prime 1 Studio that I didn't know about (actually I never know about any merch, don't judge me..), which features the table too ( x ). He also found some rather good photos that got published on nsfw website of all things for some weird reason ( ( x ), don't worry the photos are... just photos of this figure? nothing weird)

And here is also a video that goes in detail aboit everything:

(From 10:41 it goes about the Chalice and shows it well, too)

To be honest, the details are not exact, yet at the same time the shape and logic in patterns is so eerly similar that it is not THAT different either? I'd say it MUST be this chalice, because it is as detailed as a figure physically could get with repeating such complex pattern, full of tiny details! And it just does make a lot of sense that the thing next to Maria in a place that functions like Hell should be something significant, and not just a random goblet.

The Chalice that Gehrman is point us towards is this one, Pthumeru Chalice... Perhaps, the implication of it being next to Maria all the time (and covered in blood, too, implying having been used in a ritual) is that it is something that haunts her! I am really sure at this rate that she used to raid the tombs with Gehrman too; Gehrman's dialogue and a summon such as Vitus imply that Old Hunters were going in the Chalice Dungeons too, perhaps even before Tomb Prospectors became a thing.

And the picture that is 99% the one from Old Hunters Workshop is probably not a good sign, either; it is just extension of Maria being tormented by her past as part of Gehrman's hunters. Hell is supposed to make you feel bad! Maybe she was the one to smash that picture, even.

#bloodborne #lady maria of the astral clocktower #not art #text post #use later #bloodborne theory #short one #i kept forgetting to post about this #Youtube

[animalgenderbodypart]

Doctors Appointment

Clara has an appointment with a ver popular, very unorthodox hypno-therapist to solve her sleep issues

| M/F | low edited | Hypnosis | Coercion | Dubious Consent | Mind Control | Doctor/Patient | Degradation | slight bimbofication | Memory Play | Cis/Het | NSFT |

~~

She clicked her fingers on the dark, wooden table in front of her. It was a satifsying sound, and her patience was running thin at the waiting time.

Dr. Bradshaw was a well known spychiatrist, and she had been on the list to see him for months. Everyone she'd talked to had raved about how much their lives had improved after seeing them; addictions overcome, insomnia fixed, stress and anxiety all but vanished! It almost sounded too good to Clara, but the sleepless nights were starting to ware at her.

After what felt like an eternity, he emerged from his office and bid farewell to a woman she didn't know, then beckoned her to follow inside.

The room was inviting, warm brown bookshelves and a red velvet sitting couch with accompanying chair. She layed on the couch, and Dr. Bradshaw took up his seat beside her, looking her over with his soft Hazel eyes.

"Miss Finnigan. Over the phone we spoke of you having issues sleeping, is that correct?" His voice was so deep and kind, it rumbled over her and she relaxed into the plush couch.

"Y-yes," she'd explained this a thousand times, but thusfar nothing had made it easier to get to sleep. "Ever since I lost my fiancè, i haven't been able to get to sleep. I toss and turn and imagine what I could have done differently, but I'm hardly getting 3 hours a night. I feel like I'm losing my mind!"

She felt that lump in her throat and took a shaky breath. He put a hand to her arm and let her collect herself before speaking.

"That sounds awful Clara, I'm sorry. Let's try to get to the bottom of this, shall we? I can see that you're distressed, and I want you to sleep." His rumbling voice drifted through her mind, and she started to relax again.

"Imagine now that you're trying to sleep. Relax your muscles and your mind, just let yourself start to drift. Don't think about him. Think about letting yourself relax,"

She tried to focus on his words, to not think about Michael, but it was hard, and she scrunched her face in discomfort.

"Now now, don't think about all those things," his hand was on her arm again, warm and comforting. "Let my words think for you, let yourself relax into the chair.

Let your arms and legs feel like lead on that plush fabric, let your mind empty itself at my words. Let my voice fill your mind and-"

He snapped his fingers beside her ear.

"Drop. Deeper and deeper down, feel yourself sink into nothing. Your mind is empty and you. Are. Mine."

Her breathing was slow and even, she was essentially out cold. Perfect. He continued;

"Good girl. When you're in this deep state of trance, you will do exactly as I say. My word is law, and following commands is as natural as breathing. Do you understand? Say 'yes master' if you understand."

"Yes master..." her voice came soft and doughy, her eyes barely still open.

"Good girl. Whenever you wake from trance, you will have a week of restful sleep, not remembering what we did in our session. After that you will crave to come back, your problems will return and you will need to see me again to help it. Do you understand?"

"Yes master" her complete and total trance made him excited, her sleep deprivation made her even easier than the others had been.

"Being in trance is so easy, and it feels so good. You love being under my spell, you love it so much that you feel the need to show your appreciation." He was starting to feel hot, watching her placid face and slow, methodical breathing.

"Following my commands makes you feel Pleasure. You're a good girl who needs to Please and to be Pleased. My words of encouragement make you start to feel hot; you're a little slut, and will do exactly as I say to Please me."

"Yes, master" it came out almost as a moan.

"Good girl. You're going to open your mouth up for me and suck." He hastily unbuckled his belt and freed his twitching cock from the slacks.

Her mouth was so warm and wet, it took all of the doctor's strength to go slowly and not slam into her throat. Soon enough he started to pump and she took it eagerly, swirling her tongue around and sucking like it was the last thing she'd ever do.

"Good girl," he grunted, suffing her face full with himself. "You love being my little toy, my vacant little fuckdoll. You need Daddy to use you, don't you? You vapid slut, getting so wet when I degrade you." He pulled out of her mouth just in time to stop himself from letting go inside her, eager to get to the main event.

"Now, when I wake you up, you won't remember any of this," he whispered into her ear. She was panting heavily now. "When you're under my control, you are a bitch in heat. When you leave my office, you are your normal self."

"Please Daddy, give me more" was her only reply, her hips bucking ever so slightly up toward him.

It was too much to resist, and he pulled her panties aside to slide into her hungry cunt. The feeling was electric and he started to pound into her ferociously. When her panting turned into moans, he clamped a hand over her mouth,

"You will be silent while I have my way with you." She nodded, going quiet as he continued to rail her. "You will find the pleasure overwhelming, but will be unable to cum unless I do."

Her vacant expression of pleasure and her perfect body getting rocked by him eventually sent Dr. Bradshaw over the edge. He ground to halt, groaning as he filled the young woman with his thick seed.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as she climaxed, breathing heavily but miraculously, remaining hushed the whole time.

"There's a good girl. You're so good for me, you're going to come back in a week for more, aren't you?"

"Yes, Master," she replied breathily, riding the hormonal high of being bred by a virtual stranger.

He layed her back out on the couch and fixed her clothes the best he could before straightening himself up. He planted extra trigger phrases into Clara, before waking her up and assuring her that she had just drifted off to sleep during their session. She left thag day totally satisfied, and would definitely keep coming back.

#Story #hypnok1nk #hypno story #mind conditioning #short one #doctor nsft #nsft #straight nsft #smutty smut smut

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Riot Kings, page 8D

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#thus concludes this flashback arc #short one #mercury going for the throat #riotkings #flashback fridays #melchiorgoesbrr #whump art #whump comic #tw bruising #angst #comic #tw blood #shaking #death mention

[acernor]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Liǔ Qīnggē/Tiānláng-jūn Additional Tags: Soulmates, LMAO Summary:

Tianlang-jun recognizes his soul mate in a bar.

#tianliu #tianlang-jun #liu qingge #svsss #scum villain #short one #heh

[rintoki]

making kazufuyu grind their cocks on each other, cumming multiple times that they end up overstimulating each other to the point that they’re both going dumb but they can’t stop cause it just feels too good

UGHTJG TRUEE the fact that you’re watching too ??? it’s so fucking hot, neither of them can stop, until it’s such a mess between them completely covered in their cum mixed together. they’re clinging to each other and rutting like crazy, and chifuyu would try to reach down to tora’s hole, just to tease him, make him desperate.

#short one #bc i literally just answered another fuyutora ask #and for some reason i cant rlly think of anything else #also i’m sleepy #also is this dominique sending these in ???? #sub tokyo revengers #fuyutora kazufuyu #six.writes #asks #matsuno chifuyu #hanemiya kazutora

[ryuzatodraws-archive]

“I just wanted to hear your voice”

Reader/Secondo pretty please?

OOF Reader fics are kinda hard for me , so it might be short

“Amore mio it’s getting late, don’t you have early duties tomorrow?” Secondo murmured slowly.

You can only whine back, it’s been a long hard week without him when he was off for his duties in Italy. The first day you tell yourself that you would be fine, second day is agony but you hold yourself , by the third day you start calling him before bed.

“I just want to hear your voice” your mewl at him.

That always seems to melt him, you can hear him sigh trying to hold himself.

“Alright Amore, would you like me to tell you a story as you sleep?”

You nod as if he can see it before exclaiming yes, burying yourself into the pillow and propping the phone next to your ear as you listen to him.

#my writing #reader x Secondo #short one

[lemon--squeezy]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐡

Summary: You are in a casual relationship with Aaron that hurts you more than makes you happy.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

Warnings: Angst, allusions to sex, one-sided love. 

Song(s):  “The Cut That Always Bleeds” by Conan Gray

A/N: SUPER SHORT ONE cause I’m desperately trying to get back at writing but right now I don’t feel like the words I’m putting together come to a good story, which is VERY frustrating. Am I even allowed to call myself a writer?? I don’t know anymore! I wanted this one to be longer and more detailed but I couldn’t and I’m not completely happy with how it turned out, sorry.

Falling in love shouldn't be like having a knife splitting your back open and making you constantly bleed. Being with someone shouldn't be like having a tied noose around your throat. A lover shouldn't eat you up just to spit you back out. But that’s all you know about love, even if it’s wrong, even if it hurts more than it brings happiness. Love and pain have always been intertwined in your mind, one inseparable from the other because to love is having to endure anything to keep loving. 

You want to be worthy of love, even if it makes you blue. So when you walk into a bar and encounter a stranger with dark inviting eyes following your moves across the place, you don't resist the urge to go to him and fall into his arms. What started as a one-night stand became frequent meetings late at night. Aaron Hotchner would go and come back at your door. As soon as he walks inside your home he kisses you godless and pushes you against the nearest wall to rail you senseless until your legs give out. Some nights you both manage to get to the couch or the bedroom because Aaron is willing to fuck you on every surface of your place. 

Feeling his tongue or cock between your legs is to forget about anything else besides the man who drives you to mind-blowing orgasms, it’s to feel the passion you’ve been looking for all your life. But when you’ve both reached exhaustion, he leaves through the door, leaving you with the loneliest feeling in the world. You tried talking to him about wanting to be more than his lover on occasions, but your pleading never goes far since your words are interrupted by Aaron’s mouth covering words, and quickly you’re caged in his arms, breathless and moaning his name. His body pinning you down on the bed, clothes discarded everywhere, hips bucking from friction until he’s ruining you again. When he roughly touches your clit with his fingers, slamming his cock inside you over and over again, you know you are in for heartbreak but then his lips trace your neck and you disremember all your emotional bruises. 

When you wake up alone the following morning, you’re willing to open your door again when he’s seeking pleasure. You're willing to let him use you every other week, as long as he keeps coming back.

#my work #my writing #short one #hotch #aaron hotch #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch/reader #hotch/you #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner angst #criminal minds fic

[ptimpostors-syndrome]

oi, hello? y'all hear us? we connected?

🪵

SHORT ONE : "Watching? what do you mean by that Fep- 01: "SOMETHING-"

SHORT ONE: "Oh! Thats-a... that's what you meant- Well- uh- Howdy there! Ominous voice comin from-a camera. We can year you loud and clear!" 01: "DAN GER?"

#Imposter syndrome au #SHORT ONE #Stupid rat(?) #CREATION 01 #pizza tower au

[roseandgold137]

(Oc AITA post, Jasper pov)

AITA for accidentally seeming transphobic to my crush?

So I (FTM11) recently started school, and I have a crush on this girl on my class (MTF11). I’ll call her Ella. I’ve been trying to work up the courage to ask her to our school dance but I don’t think I’m doing a very good job at it. And then, yesterday, I made the worst slip up imaginable, and I don’t know if I’ll ever live it down.

Basically, we were paired up for a science class project, and we went to a local diner to work on it. We did that for about ten minutes until our food arrived. We both got those sort of happy meal type of orders, and they came with toys. Gendered toys.

I guess it might be relevant to note that I grew up pretty isolated so I don’t handle small talk well, or at least that’s what my dad says, so I, being an idiot, made a joke about swapping our toys. I saw Ella’s face drop immediately. I backtracked instantly but I know the damage was done. Ella doesn’t know that I’m trans too, I think, so she probably thinks I’m a total asshole. Even if she knows I still feel awful about it.

I’m pretty sure I am the asshole here, so really, what I need is advice on what to do; should I tell her I’m trans and apologise again? Do I bother asking her our after this?

Edit: I got a “boy” toy and Ella got a “girl” toy, sorry if that wasn’t clear

#short one #aita fic #jasper #his crush’s name is actually Corrie #Btw #also bc he can’t write well he made this with the dictation thing #At this point his reading would be alright

[wonderlandleighleigh]

I just watched Panhandle! 😍 Saw Bell’s ‘breakthrough face’ scene, and thought how great that line would fit Lenny. So, Lenny talking to Midge, or anyone, about how good his ‘breakthrough face’ is and how it got him out of two rehabs? Please?

He hasn't been hit by his mother in a long time, but here he is, giving her his "sane, let me out of this fucking treatment center" look, getting said look slapped clean off his face by the woman who birthed him.

"Fuck you, Sonny. Clean it up."

#tmmm #fic #short one #lol I'm sure this isn't what you meant but this is what I Got

[nivienne-grovant]

The Royal Menagerie

When the time comes to confront him in the Alamigan Palace, Yugiri is uncomfortable with Nivienne being the one to face him. She cannot adequately express her concerns to the Scions without giving away what happened between Nivienne and Zenos, and she knows if she breaks that confidence, Nivienne will never trust her with it again. So she says nothing, and hopes the strength of her friend's heart will not fail her. She will at least have her allies at her side. 

In the end, Nivienne fights him alone - she faces him staff back in hand but finds that instead that he is much more interested in talking. He tells her all about the person he thinks she is, about the joy he thinks she feels and about the fight he thinks she's after. It's hard for her to tell him he is wrong. She has asked herself these questions many times. She has always fought for other people’s hopes and dreams, so she has never considered her own. Is it possible that this is who she is? Could Zenos be right about this? It’s a question unanswered, and one she has desperately ignored.

She denies him, but it goes unheard. 

They fight, she wins, and that should be the end of it. Yet it isn’t. 

Nivienne doesn’t know what to do in the aftermath of their victory against the Empire. There is work to be done, celebrations to be had, and yet she can’t shake the feelings from her fight. 

Eventually she just goes home. 

#a normal amount of thoughts #short one #but I think it works to give it its own section