#“so people just... watch you play games? for fun?”

[after-witch]

The Glass House [Yandere Mahito x Reader]

Title: The Glass House [Yandere Mahito x Reader]

Synopsis: You get your period and Mahito wants to run a few tests.

Word count: 3465

notes: yandere, consensual relationship, reader is on their period, mentions of other people's torture and death, humiliation relating to period, Mahito being Mahito is his own warning

It’s not often that Mahito bothers with your bathroom. Only, in the past, when you’ve been in it--naked and wet and usually mid-shower, as he apparently finds it entertaining to see what noises you make each time he surprises you. 

(Once, after comparing him to the killer in Psycho, he’d demanded to then watch the film. ‘But I didn’t stab you and you didn’t bleed chocolate syrup,’ he’d said, simply, after the scene in question.)

Today, though, he’s decided that there must be something interesting in there, because he’s spent the better part of 5 minutes rummaging--you can hear the sound of items being moved--in the closet and, judging by the sound of rustling, he’s now fiddling with the trash can.

“Hey,” he says, finally sauntering out of the bathroom. When you turn to greet him, a sarcastic remark about having fun digging through the trash on your lips, your heart stutters. 

In return, Mahito simply blinks at you.

“What’s this?” He asks, dangling one of your used pads from his hand.

The smear of dried blood in the center of the white pad feels accusatory, out of its proper context in the trash can. A bit of toilet paper sticks to the end of it, remnants of the ball you created to cover up your mess. 

“Oh fuck,” you say, reflexively. “Put that down! That’s--it’s--”

“It’s blood,” he says, giving the pad a sniff. “Smells funny though. Why’s it in your bathroom? Why’s it on this thing? When did you get hurt? Why were you hiding it in the trash?” The questions come simply, nearly rapid-fire. He probably says them as he thinks them.

Your cheeks burn something awful by the end of his questions, and your answer comes out half-stuttered. “It’s--I didn’t get hurt. I’m on my period.” 

One of his fingers is stuck to the bottom of the pad, and he peels it off deftly, holding it closer as you wish you could snatch it from his hands and forget this ever happened.

“Oh,” is what he says, eventually, with a quiet hint of curiosity. “I guess I’m lucky then. I’ve been wanting to study human menstruation for a while now.”

The word study sticks to your chest, but you aren’t able to peel it away so easily. You don’t want him to study you; don’t want to be under his scrutiny in such an obvious way. It’s easier to pretend he knows about people, about humanity, when you’re firmly playing at something closer to a normal relationship.

As if anything about this was normal. 

“Can’t you study one of your… experiments?” 

Experiments. Oh, what a simple, inoffensive word for what they really are--you shake that thought away as easily as a mosquito, though it never truly leaves the room. 

At this, Mahito’s eyebrows raise, and the edge of a smile tickles his lips. 

“Oh,” he coos. “That’s awfully selfish to say, even for you.”

He closes the distance between the two of you now, and you don’t bother resisting when he gives your chest a poke--thankfully with the hand not currently holding your used pad--and encourages you to sit back down on the sofa.

“I want to see.” Simple and clear, like most of the things he says to you. His directness with you is something that does make him stand apart from most people. If he wanted attention, he told you so; if he wanted to be left alone, the same. There weren’t mind games with him or--or hell, if there were mind games, you were too stupid to notice them and that was just fine with you, because the alternatives of your past relationships had been far worse. 

“Why?” You ask, if only to delay the inevitable.

Mahito shakes the pad on his hand, smiling a little at the way it sticks, before he peels it off and sets it on the coffee table. He sighs. “Movies never show it. They always show the woman eating ice cream or screaming at her boyfriend or cuddling with pillows, but they never show what’s actually happening down there.”

You squirm without moving.

“It’s just blood.” Your tone stays flat, uninterested. If he thinks it’s boring, he might move on. “Nothing special about that.”

Mahito’s smile reminds you of an eel. 

“Then show me.” 

It’s not a request that you can parry off, so you don’t bother; instead, you spread your legs, pulling up your skirt so that Mahito won’t do it himself. You might just lose the garment entirely, if it was left up to him.

Mahito claps, then crouches down in front of you, getting far too close to your pad-clad underwear for comfort. He takes a sniff and you’d like to die on the spot.

He gives the pad a poke. 

“Why do you put this in there? What’s it called again?”

You close your legs a little--instinct--and he holds them open for you. It’s easier that way, you think. Easier when he takes control and you don’t have to fight your instincts. 

“It’s a pad,” you force out. “I put it there to absorb the blood.”

He tilts his head. “Why?”

Your nose wrinkles at the question. “So it doesn’t get on my clothes or everything I sit on.” A ghost of a memory pushes through your brain--blood stains on school bus seats and church pews--and you force it down.

Mahito tilts his head, and you think he’s about to ask what you’re thinking about, but instead he sighs and rests his head against the edge of your thigh.

“Humans are so squeamish.” His fingers reach up and climb up your leg, dancing on your inner thighs, towards the pad. You twitch--it tickles--and he smiles. “Does everyone use pads?” 

“No,” you say, as he grips the top of your underwear and begins to slide them down. You do move, now, but not to oppose him. It would be pointless. Instead you hike yourself up a little, so that your bare privates aren’t touching the couch. “Some people use tampons,” you finish, as if you’re not sitting here, hunched on your sofa, while a curse pulls down your underwear to get a look at what’s underneath.

Mahito glances up at you. He wants you to elaborate.

“A tampon is like a cotton stick, I guess? You put it up--there--and it absorbs like a pad. But from the inside.”

“Oh!” The edge of Mahito’s fingers play with the pad on your underwear. “I guess some of my experiments have been on their period, then. I wondered what those were.” He pouts, just a bit. “Maybe that’s why some of my experiments haven’t been working out right. I wasn’t taking menstruation into account.”

The thought has your stomach roiling. But you don’t want to talk about it. Don’t want to think about it--what Mahito does, when he’s not here, and how what he does is just as much a part of him as the moments when he’s snuggling with you in your apartment or fucking you into your mattress.

When you look back at him, he’s grinning.

“You’re squeamish, too. About my work.” He presses a kiss to the inside of your knee. “Don’t worry. It’s cute on you.”

With that, he gives up all pretense, and peels the pad away from your underwear in one swift motion.

“What are you doing?” You ask, even though you know the answer.

“Keeping it.” He sets it next to the already used pad. In contrast, the pad he’s just peeled away still has mostly brighter red blood on it, rather than the dull, brown old blood from the bathroom trash can. “I want to see how long it takes for you to bleed through your underwear. And some more things,” he adds, casually.

Oh, you think. This is too far, too weird. It’s puncturing the bubble you’ve created around you and Mahito in a way you don’t like.

“Mahito, I am not--”

In an instant, his eyes are on you. It’s a look that says, “You are,” and your lips feel like they clamp shut without hesitation. Something low climbs into your stomach and takes root there. When your shoulders slump, defeated, he pats your knee in appreciation.

“We’ll have a slumber party this week,” he tells you, voice getting more giddy as he goes on. “For three days? Four? However long you bleed.” He stands up and begins to survey your apartment, but for what you don’t yet know. “I can get a lot of experiments done in four days.” 

You don’t have the heart--or the stomach--to deny him.

--

When you were thirteen, you once got your period in the middle of class. You didn’t know it until you leaned forward in your desk to get a closer look at what the teacher wrote on the blackboard--your needed glasses at the time, and didn’t yet know it--and one of the boys behind you let out a distinct tween boy guffaw, snickering just loud enough for everyone to hear: “Dude, that’s fucking nasty.”

And then you’d felt it--wetness clinging to the inside of your black pants. And you’d scooted back, looked between your legs, and there it was: a smear of red on the dull grey chair. 

You were too embarrassed to do anything but sit back down, cheeks so hot that you began to sweat, and listened as everyone behind you began murmuring about your period. You had wanted to die for almost two weeks, and for the rest of your school career, you wore a sweater around your waist just in case you started without warning. 

That incident, as life-defining as it had been, was not as embarrassing as what you’re going through right now.

“Mahito,” you mumble, voice thick from your tightened throat. “Is this really necessary?”

Mahito, seated at a folding table he’s hauled into the living room, glances up at you. You, naked as the day you were born and perched awkwardly on top of a porcelain bowl that Mahito had shoved underneath you.

“Which part? The bowl or you being naked?”

“Both,” you blurt helplessly.

Mahito smiles. It’s such a pretty, awful little smile. “The bowl is,” he admits. His eyes leer over your body, awkward as it must look right now. “I just like to look at you.”

God help you, you feel flattered; the warm flush in your skin tingles with the new emotion. Mahito’s praises never failed to make you feel like that, even in the midst of something like this.

Mahito abandons the table and squats in front of the sofa, peering in between your spread thighs at the bowl underneath. You squirm, and he smacks the inside of your thigh sharply. You stop moving.

“I thought it would come out faster.” His tone is soft, low. Detached to everything but mild curiosity. Like a child studying an insect in a chair. “But it’s more… oozing than anything.”

“Don’t call it oozing,” you say. 

Before he can answer, a timer resting on the folding table dings delightfully. Mahito doesn’t waste time and yanks the bowl out from underneath you, leaving you to land flat on the sofa with your bare ass.

“’Hito!” You whine. “It’ll stain!” Thoughts of having to get the smeary blood out of your couch override the desire to keep your whining to a minimum, lest Mahito get annoyed with you. But, you think, it doesn’t matter much now. He’s not even paying attention.

Instead, he whisks the bowl over to the table and places it on the scale to weigh.

He sighs out something like disappointment. “It’s not that much blood at all, really. I don’t know why women complain about it so much in movies.”

He wasn’t paying attention to your whining earlier, but he does hear your incredulous intake of breath at his words. He glances back at you, confusion written on his face.

“What? It really isn’t. Now, when someone loses a limb, that’s real blood loss. And it spurts out, instead of oozing.” He nods, affirming his thoughts to himself. “That would be something to complain about.” 

“It’s not just the blood,” you say, half absent. Your mind drifts to when and where and how Mahito might see someone lose an arm. Did he cut it off? Or another curse? Did the blood droplets spray over his face? Did the person die right away or--

While you were lost in thought, Mahito left his post at the table and returned to crouch in front of you, now sitting flat on the sofa despite the inevitable stains. 

“Go on,” he says simply, all the while pushing your thighs apart with his hands. There’s a bit of blood smeared on the inside of your thighs and he leans forward to give it a lick. The awful feeling nesting in your stomach bristles. 

“Don’t.” 

Mahito blinks up at you. “I want to,” is all he says, before he does it again. 

The look he gives you--Will you try to stop me?--is met with you dropping your chin, just in time to see him smile. He gives another lick. “Tell me what else makes you complain when you’re on your period.”

You think about the sneering boys behind you at school, the way one of them tapped you on your shoulder and said, voice full of glorified condescension, “Aren’t you even wearing a pad? That’s nasty.” 

Instead, you rest your hands on your naked stomach and murmur out the answers Mahito wants to hear.

“Cramps.” You swallow, forcing yourself to taste the ghost of your milkshake from lunch this afternoon and not the bile that wants to come up. “From the um, uterus contracting. It can hurt really bad.” 

One of the girls in the class discretely handed you a pad, but your embarrassment had been so awful that you pretended not to see her, even when she waved it in front of you. “What a bitch,” she’d murmured to a friend afterward. 

“Back pain,” you continue, voice cracking. “And you can get tired. You want to eat but can’t… or you don’t want to eat at all, sometimes. It’s just… a lot of stuff.”

Your body jolts when Mahito puts his hands on your stomach--he wouldn’t transfigure you, he’s said that, and you remember his words well. But it doesn’t stop you from imagining.

“Is that why women get angry when they menstruate?” The mild glare you give him is met with the most innocent of expressions. “What? It’s what all the movies say. Though the man usually gets hit with something after he says it.” He smiles, as if daring you to hit him. You don’t.

Instead, you keep talking. Maybe it’s a way to ground yourself. Maybe you just want to talk to fill the space where dead, disfigured women, corpses created at Mahito’s whim, exist.

“Your hormones can fluctuate.” You smile a little at the forced nostalgia. “Sometimes I get really upset over dumb things. Especially when I was younger. One time, I sobbed because my mom said she was going to get fast food for dinner and she changed her mind.”

Mahito rests his elbows on your thighs, digging into them harshly. His hair tickles your skin, and you wonder, idly, if he’ll get your blood on the silver strands.

“Do you want to cry now?” He asks, almost sweetly. “I wouldn’t mind.”

Do you want to cry? No. You might, though, if things keep going the way they are. So you dig your teeth into your lip and shake your head.

“No. This is just… embarrassing, I guess.” To be naked. To be bleeding. To have Mahito sitting there, your blood on his tongue.

Mahito quirks his head, then scoots back to pry your thighs farther apart so he can get a better view of your bleeding privates.

“I don’t see why humans get so embarrassed about their bodies. It seems silly.” He rests his chin on his elbow for a moment, hums, then hoists himself up and returns to the table where he’s got a few used pads and the bowl still lined up. 

“Mahito?” You ask, while he’s tinkering with his findings. “Can I put my clothes on now. And a pad?”

“No,” he answers, voice light, without even looking behind him. “I need to put this inside you first.”

You do move to get up off the couch now, a pang of fear shooting through your stomach, but you stop when he turns around with a wrapped tampon held aloft. Where did he get it--the thought flickers, and turns into something more pressing: Why does he have it?

But you know the answer, don’t you?

“I don’t use tampons.” A useless thing to say, but you say it anyway.

He simply blinks at you, and crouches back down in front of you, parting your thighs like air.

“They’re uncomfortable,” you try, louder.

This time, he stops moving, and a little bit of hope flickers through you just long enough for him to furrow his eyebrows.

“But when I make my penis, it’s much bigger than this, and you don’t say it’s uncomfortable.”

Your mouth opens to answer, and your tongue sticks to the inside. It’s stupid to argue with him when he’s got his mind set on something. So you don’t.

When you don’t continue to complain, he nods, then unwraps the tampon and skims the back of the wrapper. At least he’s reading the damn instructions, you think, in the instant before he awkwardly shoves the tampon inside you--too rough and hard, and you whimper as it pinches  in an entirely awful way.

Mahito’s lips quirk. He checks the back of the wrapper again, tsks at himself, and pulls it out. This time, the insertion is less chaotic. It’s still sore, but no longer painful. Just… uncomfortable. 

“Aw.” He pats your thigh. “You did great. Let me start the timer!” He jumps up, hair swinging as he rushes to begin the timer for whatever phase of the experiment he’s on.

“Can I put some clothes on now?” Though you’re no longer hoping to avoid staining your sofa, it wouldn’t be awful to be a little less vulnerable in the moment.

Mahito taps his chin with his thumb, considering. Then he shakes his head. “I want you naked. But we can cuddle on your bed for this part, so you don’t get crabby!” 

There’s no time to voice a complaint or offense; he hoists you up, some of the blood that had smeared against your bottom rubbing off on his arm as he carries you into the bedroom. He doesn’t seem to mind; he simply plops you on the bed--fuck, your comforter--and hops on to wrap himself around you.

Silence stretches around you, even as he wraps his arms tighter and presses his nose against your neck.

“Are… we done after this?” You venture to ask, quiet and tired.

Mahito talks into your neck, cold breath--is it even breath?--ghosting your skin. “Oh, no. I have lots of things I’d like to find out this week.” You can feel his smile pressing into you. “You’re being very helpful, you know.”

“I am?”

Mahito hums against you, and sniffs your hair. His answer is so light and sweet, the contrast makes you feel a bit sick.

“Earlier, I’d considered just grabbing someone to experiment on instead, but since you’re being so sweet about everything, I figured I’d just use you instead.”

The dread in your stomach puffs up, its sodden hairs standing on end. 

“So you saved me from having to find at least one woman to test my questions on. Maybe two,” he adds, voice still light. “Doesn’t that feel nice?”

“Nice?” You ask, voice hollow.

Mahito presses a smooch to your neck. “Don’t most people feel nice when they do a good deed?”

A good deed, to stand in for women who might have otherwise died horribly. For women who would have spent their time not thinking about humiliating childhood period experiences but their families--their partners, their children, if they had them. 

A good deed to snuggle with Mahito, while miles away, someone was begging for death from underneath a mass of twisted flesh.

“I guess.” Your voice cracks, but it doesn’t bother him. You suppose a lot of things don’t bother Mahito and so often, you try not to let them bother you. 

He sighs against you, and presses his hands lightly where you’d laid them earlier to indicate your cramps. His fingers dully stroke against the spot, and you wonder what it would feel like for his fingers on you not to bring mild comfort and the growing tingle of affection--but terror and pain and fear.

You wonder, too, if Mahito ever thinks the same thing.

#mahito x reader #yandere #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere mahito #yandere jjk #afterwitch writes

[olderthannetfic]

One thing I think the purity police kind of miss is that people actually enjoy fiction for its own sake.

Your average FPS gamer bro doesn't want to shoot up a school, what he wants to do is sit in his comfy gamer chair with his favourite snacks and play a well designed video game. Your average loli fan doesn't want want to abuse a child, he wants to jerk off to the highest quality loli hentai the internet has to offer. Your average romance novel fan doesn't want to be kidnapped and raped by a warlord, she wants to sit safely in her home and read an exciting and well written novel.

Reading fiction, watching movies, playing video games, etc. are actual things that people do on purpose because they want to do those specific things. Enjoying fiction is not a proxy or second best or more convenient alternative for something different that you want to do, it IS the thing you want to do.

I don't go "golly, I sure would like to beat someone half to death, but that's illegal so I'll just write Stargate whump fic instead". No, I go "hey, that fictional character would be a lot of fun to write whump fic about" and then I write whump fic, because writing whump fic what I wanted to do all along.

And when I find fiction that upsets me and grosses me out and that I just can't understand what anyone would like about it, I still know that the people who created it and like it are just people who have "engage with odd fiction" on their list of favourite things.

Seeing fiction as nothing more than second place to or a proxy for real life actions kind of demeans the art, too.

--

[theminecraftbee]

as my frankly slightly embarrassing level of hyperfixation on survivor continues, I find myself trying to combine my two current interests in new and exciting ways. having fun imagining what the various hermitcraft guys would be like in survivor. some thoughts:

doc would ABSOLUTELY be one of the “villains” of the early season, strong and good at survival but terrible social gameplay. he would think he has fantastic strategic gameplay and his attempts to strong-arm camp to do what he wants are for the benefit of his tribe. his TRIBE would decide after about three days that they want him dead. not the first boot because he’s too good at challenges to go first but the first moment he fucks up at all he’s Gone. does not make it to the merge. is confused and frustrated by this the entire time.

scar, by contrast, is one of those players you watch and whisper to yourself “he can’t keep getting away with this”. he’s in like three mutually-exclusive alliances, but he’s so likable and charismatic you can kind of forget that his whole thing is lying to everyone all the time. every tribal council he’s in SOMEONE proposes him as the weak link in challenges and every time he’s managed to convince the tribe there’s some other, better boot. there’s probably at least one player (maybe grian) who knows he’s lying to everyone, is harboring a grudge, and has no idea why everyone keeps on going along with this man’s schemes. definitely makes it to the merge but from there it’s a toss-up if he makes it to FTC or if his dalliances come back to bite him. if he makes it to FTC though he has higher odds of losing in jury to everyone who he betrayed than he does managing to pull off a win, especially if his FTC is with people who can put challenge wins or loyalty in their speeches to the jury.

cleo strikes me as a player who ends up with an early alliance that she is doggedly loyal to until the end. probably fun to watch because her confessionals are sarcastic and she’s unafraid to insult her fellow contestants, but her loyalty to her day one crew makes her storyline come across as heroic. probably one of the better challenge players and would help carry her tribe, though she probably wouldn’t “lead” it. I can see her being the final surviving member of her alliance either in her tribe or post-merge, but I can’t see her wheeling and dealing into a new alliance if hers doesn’t end up as the majority alliance; instead, she does everything she can to save her allies, and then she goes out. a season she’d win is one where she’s in the majority alliance, seen as a lesser threat when she gets to the merge by the other players, and manages to go to FTC having made no one mad and with at least a few good plays under her belt. otherwise I see her as a late boot, but going out with her allies.

grian would make people MAD, but not in a “get rid of him immediately” way like doc. a bit of an agent of chaos, but if anything would set off grian’s bossy project manager instincts, survivor would. ends up kind of the “leader” of his tribe, both for good—he’s hard to boot early—and for ill—he pisses people off and he’s a very visible threat. I think he’d be good at finding idols and is good enough at keeping himself around. his survival I think depends on the willingness of other alliances to believe him when he flips his vote to save his skin and how good he is at keeping immunity; i think there’s not a world where he can manage his threat level well enough not to be targeted, but I think there’s a one where he manages to keep himself around despite that. if he makes it to FTC he either wins by being able to honestly say he had the best game or loses because the jury’s bitter against him, no in-between.

iskall would be one of the capital-c Characters of a season I think, whether he goes early or late. he’s friendly, decent at challenges, and, most importantly to the producers, just weird as hell enough to make good tv. probably gets more screen time than his gameplay deserves because he’s pegged as a potential fan-favorite. another player who makes a few close early alliances and sticks to them, but less doggedly loyal than cleo and more likely to seriously consider flipping. he DOESN’T, but he thinks about it. I don’t see him as a post-merge player honestly, I don’t think his strategic play is great, but I do see him as someone who gets to come back for another season to try again.

joe is already a capital-c Character. I think he’d be someone who is way too stressed out by survivor gameplay to play well, attaches himself to an alliance and then is Terrified for the rest of the game of messing up. however he’s ALSO fun as a guy and probably just Says Shit during tribal councils. that saying shit either gets him further than his gameplay would deserve or gets him booted SUPER early. he does not regret getting booted early; he wouldn’t quit but he would decide that it’s better for his heart to not be on the island. I think he’d be a surprise sleeper at challenges; not so much physically strong as someone who is VERY good at all the mental ones.

and these are just the ones I have thought of off the top of my head if anyone else has opinions. please share. this is fun.

#hermitcraft #also if you want to make a season of survivor. mcytblrsurvivor production apps end today. #but this post is mostly brought to you by me laughing about doc and scar as survivor contestants tbh

[vex91]

Baek Harin - Heaven in hell

Pairing: Baek Harin x Female Reader

Fandom: Pyramid Game

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: im new here and Lokey in love with ur writing could I ask for harin x reader but the reader is grade F and harin just be crazy ASF like I'm talking girlie is threating you with your life and shit lmao (smut I'm begging also G!p harin if you're comfortable)

🛌I'll use this emoji every time I'm post an anon just so you know who's at the crime scene

Summary: Grade F was the worst thing that could happen to you... or so you thought, until you met the worst nightmare imaginable in person.

Warning(s): Smut, 18+ content, G!P Harin, Cursing, Smoking, Unprotected sex, Mentions of burning skin with a cigarette etc.

A/N: If a psycho then why hot? Thanks for requesting <3

3rd's POV

The sound of a whistle made your blood run cold, you instinctively looked at Suji who immediately got closer to you in order to help you if things went south. Looking to the side you saw Dayeon walking over to you smirking with every step, you started imagining everything she could do to you despite the whole class being there and watching.

"Unfortunately I'm not the one in charge of having fun with you. Harin is calling for you, if I were you I would hurry there, she doesn't seem too happy"

You weren't sure if you won lottery or lost it because as much as you were happy that Dayeon left you alone, you weren't too keen on seeing Harin. Suji noticed that when she pulled you to herself "You don't have to go Y/N or I can go with you" You appreciated how much Suji worried about you as your best friend, she hated that you were in grade F because it gave Harin a free pass of harassing you and she already was all weird with you before.

"It's okay, I'll be back" You squeezed her hand reassuringly and left the class, Dayeon's laugh at the back sending shivers down your spine.

Harin was waiting for you in an empty classroom that no one ever uses - one of her bright ideas as she wanted to have a space where she could played with her favorite toy in peace without any interruptions. The moment you walked in a strong smell of cigarettes hit you. Harin's eyes immediately wandered over your whole figure before she gestured you over. Not wanting to argue you did as she told you.

"I wondered why you took so long" She said as her free hand went to your hip "Now we will probably miss class because you're so slow" Dayeon was right about her being in a bad mood, the tension in the room felt suffocating as she put the cigarette she held near your mouth "Are you also gonna irritate me like the rest of these fools?" You quickly shook your head at her question, too scared to say anything bad.

"Then what are you waiting for?" Her eyes bored into yours as she waited for your move. You slowly opened your mouth and let her put the cigarette as you took a drag from it. She took it back with a satisfied grin and watched you exhale the smoke, coughing. Harin's grin only widened as her hand started lowering to your thighs, massaging them "I knew you were better than everyone else in this class, you're way more fun to be around" You gasped loudly when you felt her cigarette making contact with your skin, she quickly covered your mouth as she repeated the action on your thigh, burning another part of your skin.

She smiled at the way you struggled against her in pain before she dropped the now extinguished cigarette to the trash. She looked at you innocently as she said "I love when people are competent, are you?" You could only nod with glossy eyes because what else you could do? If you won't do what she says, she could make your life a living hell, even more than now.

"Quiet huh? Well you're right, it's better if you use your mouth for better use anyways" She pushed you down in front of her and freed her cock from her boxers. She looked down at you, putting her dick near your mouth and smearing it against your closed lips "Come on, you know what will happen if you start misbehaving. You're lucky you never saw me really angry before" You hated how calm she sounded while saying all of that to you. Finally having enough waiting she pushed it in your mouth, forcing you to suck it.

Her hand forcefully pushed your head up and down, causing you to not being able to keep up with her thrust but you quickly managed to start sucking her on your own. Your tongue licked all around her cock as she kept your head bopping on her. The silence in the room kept being interrupted with the sound of her groans and curses under her breath. She finally came with a particularly hard thrust and forced you down more to swallow all of it, nearly choking you but Harin didn't care, why would she anyways?

"See? You can do something useful when you want to" You mentally scoffed at it, as if she didn't forced you down on her cock the whole time. Before you could even say anything back to her, she changed your positions, she pushed you up and sat you down on the desk while she got in front of you, already pulling your panties off. She dragged her finger against your clit, smirking at how wet you were "You look so sad but deep down you're just as fucked up as I am because you clearly like it with how wet you are, so wet that I don't even need to prepare you to take me well" Harin laughed mockingly at you as she slapped your clit with her cock a few times before pushing in harshly making you gasp loudly again. Her hand quickly covered your mouth.

"You really want someone to walk in and see us like that? You're really fucked in the head and so fun" She laughed again before pulling out her phone and starting recording her dick going in and out of you "Since you're so dirty, I'll record everything well for you" Harin's hand squeezed your boob through the fabric of your shirt as she continued thrusting into you mercilessly, the sound of skin slapping resonated throughout the room as she fucked you roughly.

You hated how much you actually enjoyed her cock, you felt embarrassed of yourself for liking the way she treated you despite also wanting to get away from her. Maybe the fact that you can't run away from Harin and her twisted desires made you enjoy it, you weren't sure but you felt ashamed of your body for meeting her every thrust.

"I'm gonna cum in you and you're gonna take it all like a good girl, I know you want me to anyways, you're a slut for my cum after all" She whispered in your ear as she covered your mouth again, her thrusts became faster as she soon released all her seed into you, forcing you to stay close to her in case you wanted to pull away.

You wouldn't anyway because you knew that you had to let Harin do anything she wanted with you and you couldn't stop it. That was your life after all.

#vex writes #🛌 anon #pyramid game x reader #pyramid game reactions #baek harin x reader #baek harin #baek harin smut #pyramid game smut #smut

[riki-riks-chick]

heeseung who loves to club x antisocial reader? i loved ur Jennifer body inspired fic !!

Overwhelmed ┃L.HS

club-bf!heeseung x antisocial-gf!reader

yn doesn't like to club but tries her hardest not spoil her bf's fun.

cw: neutral/fluff?, kisses, anxiety, social anxiety, reader likes to stay home, low social battery, heeseung loves clubbing, supportive and loving bf hee.

wdct: 1.2k

thanks for the request. I'm glad you liked Sunshine and Rain! ♡

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Third Person POV~

"Princess, I promise it's just for tonight.. Tomorrow we can stay in all day and cuddle and watch your favorite movies.. Okay?" It took some hard convincing, but eventually you agree to go out with him tonight.

He preferred taking you with him over leaving you home late at night. He was always worried something would happen to you when he wasn't home.

As soon as he got done kissing and hugging you out of gratitude, you went upstairs to get ready, doing you hair and makeup before putting on one of your club-appropriate dresses. You usually never wore them because you didn't like clubbing, but Heeseung bought you a few for when you went out with him.

You decided to wear black, wanting to be less noticeable. Plus it matched Heeseung's outfit that was mostly black.

You put on the heels you so hated wearing. And as a final touch, you put on your leather jacket that matched Heeseung's.

Once finally finishing getting ready, you head back down stairs, where Heeseung is waiting patiently by the door, back against the wall as he states at his phone. He glances up at you when he hears your heels click against the floor.

"You look so pretty, princess.." He smiles, leaning down kiss your cheek. "Let's go, hm?"

Two hours later, you're sitting in one of Heeseung's favorite bars, surrounded by all of his closest friends and some of their girlfriends.

They decide to play truth or drink, and you glance at Heeseung worriedly.

He knows you hate drinking games, and usually he ends up drinking for you, but you didn't want that to happen tonight.

The game progressed and the first time it landed on you, his friend Jongseong had asked you the question. "How often do you and Heeseung fuck?" You immediately glanced towards Heeseung, who was already preparing to take the shot Jaeyun poured for you.

Before he could grab it, you picked it up, downing the shot before setting the glass down. Honestly, you hated drinking.. It's not fun, and the aftermath is even worse. That's why Heeseung usually takes the shots for you whenever you play drinking games with his friends.

Eventually they moved on to playing another game, but you decided to exclude yourself, staring at your phone, sipping on whatever non alcoholic drink Heeseung had ordered for you. You'd been here two hours and it's going on three. When you left the house it was already 9pm, and now it's almost midnight and you're still here.

And Heeseung seems to be having fun, doing what he likes, joking with his friends.. But you're just out of it at this point.

And ultimately, he notices the bored expression on your face, the pout in your lips. It's adorable. "Are you doing okay?.." He whispers in your ear, caressing your thigh beneath the table as you nod. "I'm okay..."

He can tell you're trying not to drag his mood down, but he wants to find ways for you both to have fun even though you're not a fan of clubbing. So he gets up, ignoring his friends' questions as he offers you his hand.

"What?.." You question softly as he pulls you out of your seat, dragging you to the dance floor. So many people are dancing, pressed hotly into one big clump of bodies.

You find yourself weaving into the sea of moving limbs and bodies as Heeseung pulls you against him, his hands on your hips as he moves you to the music.

You stare up at him, hands resting on his shoulders. He leans down to kiss you gently before leaning in towards your ear. "Are you overwhelmed?.."

His tone is gentle, hands rubbing circles into your hips as you shake your head. He can tell you're lying. "Love.. If you wanna go home, we can leave."

You protest. "I don't wanna spoil your fun. Let's just go back to the table..." You mumble, your tone slightly pleading, but he presses anyway. "Come on, let's grab your stuff.. We can just leave."

Somewhere along the lines of listening to Heeseung, the music, and the loud yelling around you, your heart starts racing. It's hard to breathe, and you're speaking in your head, but the words aren't really coming out.

You react by pulling away from Heeseung and rushing towards the exit of the club. The second the cool night air hit your lungs, you felt so much better. You hadn't realized how overstimulated you really were, being cramped inside of the bar. The feeling you just experienced was terrible.

You leaned against the wall, breathing gently to steady yourself, it's not long before a panicked Heeseung comes running over to you, holding your jacket and your clutch.

"Are you alright, princess?.." His eyes show pure worry as he cups your cheek. You nod. "I'm okay now.. I got overwhelmed.. I'm sorry.." You apologize and he shakes his head. "No, I'm sorry.. I should've took you home the second I realized you weren't feeling it.."

You can tell he's thinking too hard about everything so you cup his cheeks, giving him a kiss. "I'm okay.. I promise.."

He nods, kissing you again before helping you slip your jacket back on. "Do you wanna go home?.." He asks as you nod. "But only if you're ready.. You seemed to be having fun with them.."

He shakes his head, leading you back towards the spot where the car is parked. "Let's get you home, okay?.."

When you finally get home, you immediately take off the uncomfortable heels, glad to be four inches shorter again. Your jacket is littering the floor as well, clutch set down terribly.

Heeseung hangs your coat on the rack, moving your heels to stand neatly by the door before taking off his own shoes and following you upstairs.

"Heeseung?.." You call as he hums in response. "Do your friends ever call me lame for making you leave early?.." You question as he shakes his head. "Princess.. I know you're not the party type, and they know it too.. But when I go without you, they actually do miss you.. As much as you loathe going, they think you're pretty fun.."

You're shocked at his words. "Really?.. They think I'm fun?" You ask as he nods. "Of course.. It's okay that your social battery dies a little faster than others' because I promise you, if you're ever uncomfortable, we can leave.."

You nod in understanding, smiling at Heeseung. "I wish I was as social as you.. That way we could have more fun together.." At your words, he cups your chin, tilting your head upwards. "I always have fun with you.. You don't have to wish to be something you're not.. Okay?" He kisses you, pulling away with a smile as he kisses your forehead.

"Now.. Let's get take a nice hot shower and then we can make some snacks and watch a movie.."

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#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen hyung line #enhypen heeseung #enha heeseung #heeseung soft hours #heeseung drabbles #heeseung headcanons #lee heeseung x reader #heeseung soft thoughts #heeseung imagines #lee heeseung #enha soft thoughts #enha soft hours #enhypen soft hours

[azzifudd]

ace

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

inspired by this post

summary: the team has a time after attending an aces game

The final buzzer blares through the Mohegan Sun arena. After a hard fought forty minutes plus one overtime period, the defending champion Las Vegas Aces had finally pulled away enough to beat the Sun in their home court.

The game had been hard fought, but a thrill to watch as the two teams projected to meet in the Finals matched up. 

“Hey, where’s Azzi?” 

Paige scans the nearby crowd. It has thinned out considerably as people headed out after the end of the game, and the long line of fans who had lined up to meet her has finally dispersed. 

Ice points down toward the court. They had been seated near mid-court, a few rows up, the perfect spot to see all the action. Paige looks toward the visitor’s bench and sees that most of the team has left for the locker rooms, but Kate Martin is still down on the court being interviewed. Paige tilts her head up to watch it on the big screen. 

“What was it like coming into an opposing arena, against one of the top teams in the league, and playing them at home?” 

“It’s always hard going against such a good team at their home court.” Kate wipes at her forehead with the towel wrapped around her neck. “They have some really passionate fans, so that’s always fun to play against.” 

“Speaking of passionate fans, we noticed that after you hit that big three late in the overtime period, that you pointed into the stands. Were you trying to send a message to the fans?” The interviewer holds the microphone up in anticipation of the answer.

“Oh,” Kate laughs, appearing flustered. “No, that wasn’t meant as anything towards the fans. I saw a couple of friends in the crowd, so I was just giving them a little shoutout.” 

“We’ll let you get some rest. Congratulations on the tough win.” 

Kate thanks them, and Paige watches her walk away as the interviewer continues wrapping up the game with someone from the studio. 

Instead of heading toward the tunnel, Kate rounds the bench, jogging up a few steps to meet- Azzi? 

Paige finally spots her girlfriend, standing a few rows up from the floor, smiling as Kate comes to greet her. Paige watches them chat, looking way friendlier than she would expect from people who had barely spent two days together.  

“Did you find Azzi?” KK comes up behind her. “Are y’all ready to go?”

KK pokes her head around Paige’s shoulder. “Oh, she’s talking to Kate! Money!” She shouts, waving her arms back and forth in greeting. 

Kate nods and waves in acknowledgment, but she stays talking to Azzi who laughs at something she says. 

“She’s pretty cool, for an Iowa girly.”

KK doesn’t notice how Paige’s face darkens in response. 

“Did they spend a lotta time together? At the camp?” Paige remembers Azzi mentioning Kate once or twice, and remembers seeing her holding a puppy on Azzi’s instagram story, but nothing to suggest their relationship would be as friendly as it seems now. 

She watches as someone with a camera approaches them, and motions for them to take a photo. Azzi nods in approval, and Paige watches them pose, Kate’s arm slung around Azzi and her hand around her waist.

It can’t be more than fifteen seconds, but it feels like the longest fifteen seconds of Paige’s life. They finally separate, and the camera stays on them as they hug goodbye. 

Paige glares as she watches Kate watch Azzi walk away. She jogs down the steps to meet her, and risks slipping her hand beneath Azzi’s sweatshirt, one of her own favorite sweatshirts, to graze the skin of her lower back. 

Azzi turns into Paige’s embrace, eyebrows raised at the bold touch in such a public place. 

“Hey, you ready to go?” Paige asks, gruffly. 

“Yeah, I was just saying hi.” Azzi raises a hand to scratch gently at Paige’s stomach through her t-shirt. “You okay?” 

“Yup.” Paige says, trying to shake this irrational jealousy. She guides Azzi back to the group and they all head back to their cars. 

Paige pulls out of the parking lot, tires squealing as she heads toward the freeway, not even taking the time to put her phone on the AUX. 

“Paige!” Azzi scolds from the passenger seat. 

“Sorry,” Paige grunts, easing up on the gas after merging onto the highway. 

“What are you so pissed about?” Azzi asks, grasping for Paige’s hand on the gear shift and pulling it onto her lap. “The game? I didn’t know you cared about the Sun that much.” 

Paige sighs as Azzi locks their fingers together, relaxing a bit in her seat. “It’s nothin.’ Just tired, I guess.”

Azzi reaches her free hand over, running it through the hair at Paige’s temple. “You haven’t been sleeping enough lately.” 

She’s right. They’ve spent more nights apart than together lately it seems, with their family obligations and Paige’s Overtime trip. 

Paige leans into the touch. From the backseat, she hears a fake gagging noise, and then the sound of someone being smacked. 

“Leave them alone, KK.”

“Thank you, Ice.” Azzi smiles at her before it drops as she sticks her tongue at KK. 

They drive in silence for a few minutes, before it is broken by KK. “The Aces posted Azzi and Kate talkin’ after the game. ‘Our Rook had a career game while being cheered on by UConn star Azzi Fudd.’ The comments are goin’ wild.” 

Paige’s hand tightens on the steering wheel. “What they sayin’?” 

“‘Oh, y’all are so cute. The duo I never knew I needed.”

Paige takes a deep breath. 

“Oh, shit y’all got edits already too.” KK passes her phone up to Azzi who drops Paige’s hand to her leg to hold it. 

A familiar song starts up and Paige groans, hand gripping and squeezing Azzi’s thigh. “Dude, what the- that’s my song!”

“You have dozens of edits to that song, you can’t spare one for me?” 

“If it was just you.” Paige grumbles. 

Azzi turns to Paige then, smirking. “Aww baby, are you jealous? Is that what’s got you in this mood?”

“I saw the way she looked at you.” Paige finally bursts out with it. 

“I only went to say hi because you were so busy with all your fangirls.” Azzi is smiling, but there’s a hint of edge to it. 

“Bruh,” Paige turns to look at Azzi, incredulous. “What am I supposed to do? Say no to my fans?” 

“I didn’t say that. There’s nothing wrong with you taking photos with them, just like there was nothing wrong with me chatting with Kate, right?” 

“Right.” 

“Right.” 

Silence fills the car again. 

Ice pipes up from the back. “Are y’all gonna be staying in Paige’s room tonight, because I don’t wanna be in the apartment for the makeup.” 

KK and Ice both crack up and the tension in the car is released as Paige and Azzi laugh too. 

Later that night, as they’re about to go to bed, Azzi speaks, voice slightly muffled against Paige’s shoulder as she cuddles into her chest. 

“Hey, you know I don’t actually care that you always say yes to pics, right? I love that you’re so sweet to your fans.”

Paige hums in response. “I know.”

“And you’re not actually mad that I was talking to Kate, right?” Azzi slips a hand under Paige’s shirt, drawing patterns on her stomach with her fingers. “She’s just a friend.” 

“I know,” Paige sighs, resting her cheek on the top of Azzi’s head. “I was just being dumb and jealous.” 

“Nah, you just love me a lot, huh?” Azzi tilts her head up to kiss her, and then they don’t speak for a long while. 

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In the morning, when Paige opens instagram, the first post that loads is a video of Azzi and Kate hugging goodbye. She muffles a laugh, seeing herself glowering in the background. 

And no, Paige isn’t mad, but who can blame her when she posts one of the pregame selfies she had taken with her girl, their foreheads pressed together as they beam at the camera. 

#azzi fudd #paige bueckers #pazzi

[m1ckeyb3rry]

CHAPTER FOUR WAS SO GOOD UGHH literally the only fanfic I have ever loved so much and wait for updates like this. Am so excited for the next one!!!

On the topic of finally opening requests, I was wondering if I could ask for head-canons of what a relationship with Seishiro and a female reader would be like. If we want to be specific, maybe related to the fanfic? Like, how you would imagine their relationship would have been like back when they were still in high school, young and with Nagi’s past soccer career and all. Don’t feel pressured to write this, and good luck with everything!😽😽

── DATING NAGI!

Synopsis: Headcanons about having Seishiro Nagi as your boyfriend.

Event Masterlist

Pairing: Nagi x Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Content Warnings: none really, just generally fluffy and silly

A/N: AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON i hope you like where i go w the story in the future!! and hehe now that we’re in the past arc of peregrine you will actually get to see all of the nitty gritty details of their relationship in the fic itself so i won’t spoil it 🤫 but i love nagi ofc so i’ve added some general headcanons on what i think he would be like as a bf

Additional: part of my 500 follower event! see the event description and rules to make a request of your own.

no matter how the two of you get together, reo is somehow involved LMAOAOAO like bro is ALWAYS at the scene of the crime in some way shape or form just because i don’t think nagi would really pick up on the fact that he has a crush on you without outside intervention

it would also definitely be a jump scare when he confesses!! you would have zero idea it’s coming because he literally hasn’t changed how he acts towards you whatsoever

canonically he doesn’t really interact with a lot of people or have a lot of friends and he’s not aggressive with romance so i just don’t think he’d really know what the appropriate method of telling someone you like them is

would probably say some shit like “reo says i have a crush on you” and would be so nonchalant about it meanwhile you’re like “???” because you did not even realize he knew your name and also why is reo being brought up

i honestly think he would not be a bad boyfriend. yes he is lazy and unmotivated but he does what he needs to do and if something is important to him he generally puts in effort for it

that’s another reason why it would take him foreverrr to ask you out — he would have to like you enough that he realizes he does in fact want to have a relationship with you even if it is a hassle

he doesn’t have social media though so don’t expect there to be an official announcement that you guys are together or anything like that HAHA

he would probably forget to tell anyone that the two of you are dating and it’s not because he’s ashamed of you or is trying to hide you or anything he literally just does not care what other people think and would prefer not to talk them if possible so it never comes up

you’ll show up to an event with him and everyone’s like “omg nagi who is this” and he’s like “this is my girlfriend” and someone (probably otoya tbh) is like “since when have you had a girlfriend” and he’s like “it’s been two years 😐”

i think he would be fire at insulting people just because of how many video games he plays…that man has seen some of the worst sides of humanity

the world is lucky he’s a pacifist and avoids conflict because he has some vile stuff stored away (i will never be over him asking barou if he practiced kneeling because he’s about to make him his servant)

this particular quality makes him the BEST person to talk shit with

he’s not a gossipy boyfriend in the sense that he doesn’t have anything juicy of his own to contribute to the conversation but i’m pretty sure he mentioned he watches dramas at one point so you know he’s locked tf in if you need to complain abt someone

he will sit there and be so invested in the tea…def would not give any useful advice but he will make fun of anyone bothering you so you still end up feeling better

i don’t think he would get jealous honestly

the thought of you cheating on him doesn’t cross his mind at all because why would he date someone he didn’t trust fully???

i would say he expects the same from you because he would but at the same time he voluntarily talks to one (1) other person besides you and that’s reo so the opportunity for you to be jealous just wouldn’t even crop up

definitely super clingy and cuddly

loves being babied too

according to epnagi he has this whole automatic system in his apartment to clean and do laundry and i think he’d be fine if you appropriate that so no more cleaning!! but you will have to cook because that man literally only eats fruit jellies

genuinely how is he so built and not dying of malnutrition SKJFDSHKJ

he probably is terrible at coming up with date ideas so it’s up to you to plan things

again it’s not malicious i think for him just spending time with you is his ideal date!! like he doesn’t see the point in getting dressed up and going somewhere fancy when you could just eat at home and be comfortable together

but if it’s an important day or you tell him that you want him to suggest something for once, he WILL go all out (which means calling reo for advice and doing what he tells him to)

overall communication is key with him. he’s not particularly sensitive or in tune with other people’s emotions so being passive aggressive or expecting him to read your mind will honestly just end up making your mood worse because he will not pick up on the fact that something is wrong

but if you tell him what you want him to change he will happily do it!! he just needs to be told very clearly if you’re upset or need him to do something different

honestly it would be very refreshing. there are zero games with nagi and he doesn’t really try to hide anything — what you see is what you get 100% of the time

overall 10/10 would date idc haters dni he’s a sweetheart and he’s doing his best

#nagi x reader #nagi x y/n #nagi x you #nagi seishiro #bllk x reader #bllk #blue lock #reader insert #headcanons #m1ckeyb3rry milestone #m1ckeyb3rry writes

[euniexenoblade]

My thing with table tops, whenever anyone tried to make me play them it was always d&d and pathfinder and I always found it to be such a fuckin drag, I really wanted to just hang out and be dumb with everyone but the game always had these annoying ass combat patches and I just got so annoyed during it. Then I'd watch some show someone recs me and its the same shit I don't want battle sequences I want fun story telling and fun shit to do and I genuinely thought that ttrpgs were just all that, boring fucking combat and no fun..but the truth was you gotta find people who don't play DND and pathfinder, like there are fun fucking games out there apparently that aren't just boring as fuck typical fantasy combat shit.

[geotjwrs]

baby fever

Pairings ; Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; none

The Ortega family backyard was buzzing with laughter, the sizzle of the grill, and the mouthwatering aroma of grilled delicacies. It was a warm summer evening, perfect for a family BBQ. Jenna and Y/N sat together on a picnic blanket, soaking in the atmosphere. Jenna's niece, Mya, was particularly enamored with the couple and had spent most of the evening glued to their sides.

"Mya, do you want another hotdog?" Jenna asked, smiling at the energetic little girl who was perched on Y/N's lap.

Mya spoke in gibberish, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Y/N chuckled, handing her another hotdog. "Here you go, kiddo. Just make sure you leave some room for dessert." Mya grinned and took a big bite.

Jenna and Y/N exchanged amused glances. Mya's affection was heartwarming, and they both adored her.

As the evening progressed, Jenna's mom, Natalie, approached them with a camera. "How about a picture of my three favorite people?" she suggested.

Jenna and Y/N nodded, and Natalie stepped back to capture the moment. Mya sat happily between them, a big smile on her face. Natalie snapped a couple of pictures, capturing the trio's joy perfectly.

Just as they finished, Jenna's sister, Aliyah, joined them. She looked at the picture on her mom's camera and teased, "You know, you two look so good with Mya. When are you planning on having a baby of your own?"

Jenna blushed slightly and glanced at Y/N. "Oh, it's too early for that," she said with a nervous laugh.

Y/N nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we're still figuring things out. There's plenty of time for that in the future."

Aliyah raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on her face. "Well, just saying, you two would make amazing parents."

Jenna's blush deepened, and she felt Y/N's hand gently squeeze hers. "Thanks, Aliyah. We'll keep that in mind," Jenna replied, trying to steer the conversation away from the topic.

The night wore on, filled with delicious food, stories, and games. Mya continued to follow Jenna and Y/N around, her adoration for them clear as day. At one point, she insisted on playing a game of tag, pulling Y/N into the fun.

"Tag!" Mya giggled, tapping Y/N's shoulder before running off.

Y/N laughed, chasing after her with exaggerated slowness, making sure to let her have the upper hand. "I'm gonna get you, Mya!"

Jenna watched them with a smile, feeling a warmth in her chest. Seeing Y/N play so naturally with her niece made her heart swell with love and gratitude. She knew that, one day, they would make wonderful parents.

As the night drew to a close, the family gathered around the fire pit, roasting marshmallows. Mya, with sticky marshmallow fingers, sat next to Jenna and Y/N, her head resting against Y/N's shoulder.

"Can we do this every night?" Jenna asked sleepily.

Y/N kissed the top of Jenna's head. "Maybe not every night, but we'll definitely have more fun nights like this."

Jenna nodded, wrapping an arm around Y/N and Mya. "Absolutely. We're family, and family means making memories like these."

As they all sat together, roasting marshmallows and sharing stories, Jenna felt a deep sense of contentment. She leaned into Y/N, their closeness a comforting reminder of the love they shared. The night was perfect, a testament to the joy of family and the strength of their bond.

After a while, Mya's eyes began to droop, and Jenna's mom offered to take her inside to bed. "She's had a big day," Natalie said with a smile.

Jenna and Y/N stood up, helping Mya to her feet. "Goodnight, sweetheart," Jenna said, kissing her niece's forehead.

"Goodnight, Auntie Jenna. Goodnight, Y/N," Mya murmured sleepily.

"Goodnight, Mya," Y/N replied, ruffling her hair gently.

As Natalie led Mya inside, Jenna and Y/N found themselves alone by the fire pit. The stars twinkled above them, and the warmth of the fire wrapped around them like a cozy blanket.

Y/N turned to Jenna, a soft smile on his face. "Tonight was really nice," he said.

Jenna nodded, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Yeah, it was. I love seeing you with Mya. You're so good with her."

Y/N chuckled softly. "She's a great kid. And you're amazing with her too. It's easy to see why she adores you."

Jenna smiled, her heart full. "I'm really glad we're here together, Y/N. Moments like this make everything worthwhile."

Y/N kissed the top of her head. "I feel the same way. I can't wait for all the moments we'll share in the future."

Jenna lifted her head, looking into his eyes. "Me too," she said softly.

They sat there for a while longer, enjoying the peace and quiet, their hearts intertwined with love and hope for the future. The night had been perfect, a beautiful reminder of the strength of family and the promise of what was to come.

As they finally stood to head inside, Y/N took Jenna's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Ready to go in?"

Jenna nodded, feeling a warmth spread through her. "Ready."

Together, they walked back into the house, the love they shared glowing brightly in the night.

Back inside, the house was quieter. Most of the family had started winding down for the evening, but a few were still chatting in the living room. Jenna and Y/N headed to the kitchen for a glass of water. As they stood there, enjoying the stillness, Jenna's mom walked in, smiling warmly at them.

"Did you two have a good time?" Natalie asked, pouring herself a cup of tea.

"We did, Mom. It was perfect," Jenna replied, leaning against the counter with a content smile.

Y/N nodded in agreement. "Thank you for having me. Your family is wonderful."

Natalie's eyes twinkled. "You're part of the family now, Y/N. We're glad you're here."

Jenna felt a surge of emotion at her mom's words. She looked at Y/N, seeing the gratitude and love in his eyes. He really was part of the family, and she couldn't imagine her life without him.

As they finished their drinks and headed toward the guest room where they were staying, Jenna's sister Aliyah intercepted them one last time, her playful smirk back in place.

"Seriously, though, you two would make such cute parents," she teased, giving them a wink.

Jenna rolled her eyes but smiled. "Goodnight, Aliyah."

"Goodnight, lovebirds," Aliyah said with a laugh, heading off to her room.

Jenna and Y/N entered their room, closing the door behind them. Jenna sat on the edge of the bed, pulling off her shoes, while Y/N flopped onto the mattress with a sigh of contentment.

"What a day," Y/N said, stretching out.

Jenna nodded, lying down beside him. "Yeah, it was. But it was a good day."

Y/N turned to face her, his expression softening. "Jenna, I meant what I said earlier. I can't wait for all the moments we'll share. You make everything better."

Jenna's heart swelled with love. She reached out, caressing his cheek. "You do the same for me, Y/N. I love you."

"I love you too," Y/N replied, leaning in to kiss her softly.

They lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the warmth of their love and the promise of their future enveloping them. The night was quiet, the only sounds the gentle hum of the house settling and the soft whispers of their shared dreams.

As they drifted off to sleep, Jenna felt a deep sense of peace. She knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together, their love a beacon guiding them through any storm.

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x male reader #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega fanfic #jenna ortega x reader #fanfiction #imagine #one shot #dailywomen

[littlemagicalstardust]

FULL SUMMARY OF CLOSE UP W/ RENEE PAQUETTE & CHUCK (Notes of everything mentioned/talked about) - The beginning of the video Renee & Chuck reminisce about Double or Nothing and 5 years of AEW. - Begins with Renee asking what we all wanted to know. Asking Chuck about the injury, what happened, etc. - During October until Now, Chuck never felt lost or dark being away from wrestling and in-ring. He got to play video games, watch some movies, hang out. He was still mostly on the road because he's trying to learn stuff backstage and it's something he was always interested in! - Mentions of being hopeful about returning one day, just like the many others who had "career-ending injuries" and returned. - He thinks if he had to adjust his style in-ring and continue, he could. It could be possible. - Working backstage: he's really enjoyed it. Little chatter occurred. - Mentally switching roles (in-ring to backstage), he always enjoyed it about wrestling. Planning things about matches and helping others do that. Backstage, he was worried people would think he's not good but everyone was really hype and saying he would be good at stuff backstage <3 - He went into the parking lot match with the thought of it possibly being the last one. He went to a putt-putt bar a few days after and the bartender asked if he had a cat (due to the aftermath of the match) and Chuck didn't want to get into it, so he said he was in a car accident, lol. - Creatively, he couldn't have asked for a better way to go out, if he never returns in-ring. <3 - Little talk about Best Friends break up. How it feels weird OC/Trent were against each other for the DoN PPV. Little mentions of Chuck/Trent tag teaming for years and knowing Orange for so long & used to live together. - Mentions of favourite Chikara matches, he has favourite matches in other various promotions. He feels his best run was in PWG, before AEW began. He's proud of the parking lot matches and Arcade Anarchy. - Talks about making children cry in the early days, lol. How he loved being a heel and how more fun and easier it is. - Random little talk moment - For 23 years, he's packed his bag the exact same way. Talks a little about how this is and how his wallet too has to be the exact same way or he panics. For his Dustin bags, you could give him whatever and he'd pack it full of random stuff. - Little chatter of games and what games he's playing. He really likes spooky games. - Chatter about what he's doing outside of wrestling, producing, etc. Talking about in Vegas and what games he'd play in the casino. - The surgery isn't an emergency. After the summer, he's hoping to get it done. He wants to learn more of the backstage producing stuff and then leave and come back. - Chatter about wrestling and talking about in general and what it means to him. He'd love to be a manager, commentator, etc. Hopefully something in-front of camera too. Renee said if he wants to do shows with her and RJ to let them know. They'd happily welcome him in. <3

#aew #chuck taylor #chuckie t #sexy chuckie t #kentucky gentleman #summary #video #close up w/ renee paquette #all the things #notes

[rafesbunny]

just a friend- rc 🎀

where r and rafe are childhood friends, but will that all change?

it was finally friday, and you could relax and forget about the the tiresome week you just had. sarah, your best friend, said that after school you could go hang out round her pool with your mom before you two had to go out. you and your mom didn’t have the best relationship, everything she said seemed to have some snarky attitude to it and her compliments were always backhanded, but either way ever since you were little you two would go to the theatre every week to watch whatever was on. you loved the theatre it was a place to escape from your life and the opportunity to get sucked into someone’s else’s reality. it was a bit ironic that you would go to your place to escape from your mom with your mom, but it didn’t matter who you were with, as long as you were at the theatre. not too long after you had arrived your sister, scarlett and her friend , the older cameron daughter, sophie, arrived, and you took off your clothes, revealing your sweet little red bikini. you always have cherished your relationship with your sister, despite the five year age gap she was your best friend. you felt like a child again, playing mermaids, splashing each other and gossiping with a drink in your hand around the pool.

as you got out and dried yourself off, slipping back into your shorts and oversized tee, a giggly wheezie came out attacking you, scarlett and sophie with a water gun, getting you drenched again. and trailing behind her and scolding her was rose who was also bringing over a plate of juicy, colourful fruit over, “i’m so sorry girls” she apologised, but you just laughed and dismissed her with a shake of your head, how could you ever stay mad at wheez? as you continued talking to your sister and her friend, and rose caught up with your mom, she exclaimed to everyone, “you guys come for the annual celebration tonight! it will be lots of fun, plus it’s not too dressy so you could borrow something from the girls,” she said to you and scarlett, and to your mom, “and i can give you something of mine” your eyes lit up, you’ve always wanted to go to the cameron’s annual party but your mom never allowed you to go. you’ve heard about how amazing it was from whispers in the hall way and from peoples stories on snapchat and instagram: they would have heaps of food, from every cuisine you could think of; games and competitions, that were silly but everyone wanted to win; music blasting through the speaker, whether that be from a delicately made playlist throughout the years or from a live band; and an open bar that would serve everyone. “maybe, we’ve got plans” your mom said coldly, you looked at her pleadingly but she just ignored your attempts to get her to change her mind.

finally sarah, had arrived home and came into the garden. you two have always been friends ever since you were little girls learning their abc’s, even when you two grew up, you had stayed in the same friendship group. your other friends were a lot more like sarah, they were bubbly and outgoing and adventurous, and you were still bubbly but in bigger groups you were more reserved and kept to yourself, this meant that you never really went out with them outside of school, much preferring the solidarity of your room. as she got down to the pool she stripped off her clothes revealing her bathing suit, she also brought up the grand event happening later, “you guys should totally stay, it will be the best time. you’ve never come before so it will be even better as it’s your first time”. you girls slipped back into the pool and as you swam to the middle of it you whispered, “yeah just gotta convince my mom, y’know how she is” sarah understood, she’d known how yours and your moms relationship has been for years now so she gave you a sympathetic smile. you’d been doing gentle, slow laps of the pool for nearly an hour now when you decided to get out and dry off, the stage for later was being set up and caterers were making their way in and out of garden. even though you probably wouldn’t be staying, you and your sister decided to help set up. as you and sarah were doing some finishing touches, rafe walked out in those beige kook shorts he always sported and a lose white linen button up, he gave you a nod of acknowledgment and made his way over to rose to see what he needed to do before guests started to arrive. you, sarah and rafe used to be a little trio when you were younger, always going out together, if it was to the beach, the zoo or just to the park, you were always together. every weekend you would all have a sleepover and during the summer it was practically nearly everyday, and during the day, if you were busy at a family event, they would also be invited and vise vera. you were inseparable. but as you grew older you drifted away from rafe, he started to hang out with his own friends more, he wouldn’t hang out with you and sarah as much, he only would if you were at Tannyhill and he wasn’t busy. there was no bad blood or any argument that happened, you guys just simply grew up. but even with that the whole of the island knew not to mess with rafes girls- his sisters, and you.

slowly guests start arriving, it was mainly younger couples with children, as they couldn’t stay until too late they just showed up early to make the most of it. Sarah grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the stage which had five chairs with a deflated balloon on each, sarah was too your left and rafe was to your right. you looked rafe and then went to look back at Sarah but she was gone, rafe saw your puzzled expression and pointed at the stage and there sarah was with a mic in her hand. “what is going on?” you asked rafe in bewilderment. “basically every year we host the same competion. it’s only silly but everyone loves it. five people from an age range- so these ones coming on will be like ten years old, and the next will be like teenagers and so on- and out of these age groups they have to blow up a balloon and whoever pops it first wins out of that age group. then out of the end of the night all the winners from different age ranges compete against each other for the ultimate winner. it’s stupid but everyone has fun” you laughed softy at the stupidity of it all but you loved it, you wished you could stay longer, “you think i could win?” “doubt you would win against me” “is that a challenge mr cameron?” “maybe it is” you two bantered back and forth. as sarah was explaining the rules to the children, through the mic, your mom was talking obnoxiously loud from where she lounged on the sun bed next to rose. out of the corner of your eye you could see rafe turning his head quickly to look at her, clearly getting agitated. you knew he was stressed because no matter how silly this was all, he hated seeing people disrespect the effort his family had gone through to set this up, he also knew how mad ward could get at this too and didn’t want to deal with that later. you just about heard him murmur , “oh my god just shut up” as he ran his hand down his face and turned the top half of his body to glare down at your mom. with your best efforts, you pushed rafes shoulder so he was back to looking at the stage and said to him, “just tune her out and ignore her, y’know that’s what i do” with a playful smile on your face. chuckling at your lighthearted joke, he put his arm around your shoulders bringing you into the side of his chest as you watched the group of tots try to blow up a balloon. after it was done, sarah got off the stage and made her way back over to everyone else gleaming, she always managed to bring the light into any room. as you stood around talking another one of your friends showed up, grace, she embraced you in a big hug causing you to detach from rafes hold. your conversation got onto the topic of an upcoming party, it was this girl in your english class birthday soon and she was hosting a house party with nearly everyone from your year and other people from outside the island, and afterwards instead of everyone going home you’d camp on her fields she had attached to her house. you weren’t really that close with her, the only conversations you had was when you sat next to her in english, but she was a sweet girl so you were you to go and celebrate her big day with her. plus who were you to say no to a party! this obviously sparked something in sarah as she once again grabbed your hand and dragged you over to where rose was sun bathing, “rose y/n is going to that party in a few weeks!” this was her way of subtly asking rose again if she could go, you have always been the person who your friends parents trusted the most so you were used to people telling their parents you were going to something so that they could go. “well then i guess you two could go together” sarah squeezed your hand out of excitement she could now go and she carried on rambling about the event. this physical touch made you realise rafe wasn’t here now with you guys, the thought of that made your heart ache. why though? he was just a friend.

#rafesbunny #rafe cameron #rafe cameron prompt #rafe obx #rafe #obx #outerbanks rafe #rafe outer banks #puppy!reader #rafe x you #rafe fanfiction #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #bsf!rafe #bestfriendbrother!rafe x reader #obx fanfiction

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

S/O, who is a major prankster, starts a prank war with skeleton

Main 10 plz

Undertale Sans - You now live in fear. Sans acts like everything is normal, but you know he had to booby-trap the whole house. He had to. Why would he look so chill for otherwise? The fun part is that Sans knows you would react like that. So he didn't booby-trap the house at all. He's enjoying watching you getting more and more scared as you try to understand what is his strategy in this prank war. The prank is that there's no prank. His enigmatic smile and the constant taunting to make you believe he's dangerous is his strategy.

Undertale Papyrus - You think you can reach him with your pranks? Have fun now that he trapped the entire house so you can't reach the room. He took out all of his arsenal. Spikes, bombs, nets, electric invisible mazes! It's only a war prank if you can find a victim for your pranks. And he ain't one!

Underswap Sans - It's ok. Blue is a good player (no) and accepts his defeat (not) as you keep getting him through the day. But you see, there's one thing that makes the difference. Eventually, you have to sleep. He doesn't. When the night falls, he's silently setting a tons of traps in your room. He sticks your hair together with glue and then he paints your face to make you look like a clown and hangs a mirror above your head so it's the first thing you see when you wake up. He's a dirty player.

Underswap Papyrus - Don't let the puppy eyes fool you. Honey is really good at making you feel guilty and stop pranking him, only for you to get betrayed the second you lower your guard as he suddenly slams a giant cream pie in your face and runs, laughing like a gremlin. He knows all of your weak points. You have no chance.

Underfell Sans - He's too lazy to think of pranks to counter you, so he accepts his defeat. Or so you thought, until the next day during lunchtime at your workplace, you discover that asshole filled your lunchbox with sex toys. Red is very proud of himself when you come back home that day. He has no regret.

Underfell Papyrus - It's only a war if two people are playing. Edge is not happy, and you hear him screech in anger every time a faucet explodes in his face. Eventually, he stomps towards you in his full armor and slams you on the floor. You're under arrest. You're going in time out, he has enough! You can't take him seriously because he just got out of a paint shower and his face is bright pink. You can't stop giggling as he's lecturing you.

Horrortale Sans - He gives you a betrayed stare as his apple pie actually tastes like lemons. How could you do that to him? You know he hates lemon. You feel bad and come to him to apologize. He goes to hug you, suddenly grabs your neck and slams your face into the pie. All you can hear from your humiliated position is his deep laugh as he's laughing at your misery. Two can play that game bud.

Horrortale Papyrus - Ah this is so funny! He's mad because you said you would plant the coffee seeds, but you actually planted all of his mugs in the dirt. He slow claps you, before giving you the shovel and says with a very calm and creepy voice that you have ten minutes to dig all the mugs out or you're not having dinner tonight.

Swapfell Sans - He drinks his coffee, stops, and slowly puts his cup down, dramatically. Did you... put salt... in his very expensive coffee? .... You slowly stands up and leave the room. He gives you a 30-second advance before he runs after you to fight you. RUN. RUN FAST.

Swapfell Papyrus - Ok, maybe the foam was too much. But it was fun. While it lasted. Now you and Rus are cell neighbors. Nox didn't appreciate the house full of foam and dragged you both by the soul into the cave to lock you in prison for three days lol. You're not sure if you're regretting your actions yet.

Fellswap Gold Sans - You tried to draw a mustache on his face while he was sleeping but you kinda forgot Wine is an extremely trained soldier that gets triggered by the smallest things. Wine got jumpscared so bad he kicked you at full force in the stomach, making you fly through the window of the first floor. As you're hanging to the window for dear life, Wine starts to scream at you and lecture you while doing absolutely nothing to help you. Worse, he slams the window close on your fingers, making you fall in the bushes. Good. You're sleeping outside tonight. You think you're bleeding inside as well lol.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He was so happy to eat fries. Well until he discovered you filled the barbecue sauce with toothpaste. Coffee stares in shock, before crying in frustration. He really wanted to eat fries! You ruined everything! He's so mad! As you're laughing at his face, you serve yourself some ketchup, only to see Coffee replaced all of it with soap. You gasp loudly as he smirks at you, so proud of himself. You're too predictable.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

[connorsblog]

pretty boy | c.g

loosely inspired by "pretty boy" by the neighbourhood!

genre : fluff !

summary : reader & carl take turns describing how they see eachother in their eyes, or eye in carls case. fluff ensues !

a/n : sorry if this sucks !!! i havent written in forever, so it might be a bit ooc :(

"i have an idea," carl shifted on the carpeted floor, watching judith play with her makeshift toys in the corner of his eye.

"shoot, and not literally," i joke shortly, chuckling as carl seems to stare into my soul with his eye. it's scary how he can do that.

"we should describe eachother. not like how an outsider would see it.. but the way we see eachother. it sounds fun, you in?" he inquires, tilting his head the same damn way his dad does.

"i can go first," he says as i stay silent. i nod my head as an internal battle begins in my head. what if i mess up? what if i say the wrong thing?

"i think you are pretty. and not just outside," he pauses as his voice cracks a bit. he clears his throat to continue, "the way you look at judith like she's your own sister, the way you care for people that dont even know you."

carl seemed to hesitate continuing.

"i can go next," i murmur as my throat seems to close up. the walls felt like they were closing in, but one look into carl's eye and everything was fine again.

i didn't know how to start, so i just decided to act rational and hope for the best.

"you're calm and warm, everything about you is warm," i paused. "i hope that makes sense," i whispered.

"it does," was all carl said. out the corner of my eye, i saw his slender hand snake towards mine. i decided to be oblivious, hoping to make the moment better for him.

i felt the warm skin against my hand, heat flushing to my face as carl smirked. his sideways smile always gave me butterflies.

out the window of carls room, i saw the sun setting down into the horizon line. it was quiet today, no accidents and rick didnt even interrupt them.

i glanced over to judith, she was asleep against the blanket wall we had made for her. she looked peaceful. she always did when she slept.

carl cleared his throat. it seemed like he wanted to say something, but i decided not to push too hard and just stay next to him.

"something is quiet about today," i said after a few deafening moments of silence.

he turned to me slightly, his eye outlined by the ray of light peeking through the window.

"were you.. serious earlier?" he inquired. i wasnt sure what part he meant, i had said a lot earlier. even before the game.

"which part?" i asked, turning towards him slightly. our hands were still intertwined, pinkies holding eachother like we'd held hands before.

"the part where you said i was warm. i have one eye, how can i be warm?" i heard his voice shake ever so slightly.

sometimes i forgot he was just a kid when his eye was shot out.

"yes, i meant it. every part." i whispered tightening my grip on his hand ever so slightly.

a grin grew on his face, that lopsided smile giving me butterflies as always.

"even with one eye, you're gorgeous." i furrow my eyebrows together as his smile grows just a tinge bigger.

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pretty boy, you did this with me, boy. now it's all about to end.

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a/n : i hope you enjoyed ! :)

#connorsblog #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes #carl grimes x gn!reader #the walking dead #chandler riggs

[xycuro-illuminati]

Fix(Save) TF2

(What's going on and what you can do)

For the past 5 years as of this point, Team Fortress 2 has been facing a bot crisis. There are groups of people who are hosting aimbot cheaters to join servers and swarm the player base by making the game unplayable (i.e., sniping players from impossible areas, using wallhacks to track others, spamming both in mic and chat loud music or vulgar, hate speech, votekicking innocent players for no reason, overall making a horrible experience to play on.) This has been happening in every server in casual mode.

While many community members have created community servers to combat the bots with their own anti-cheat, not everyone knows about them, nor are they always available for everyone to join.

And you might be thinking: well if community members can implement their own anti cheat, why doesn't Valve just do that then?

That's the thing! They haven't, and their negligence continues to this day as all they've done to update the game is fix minor bugs and add more micro-transactions despite fixing the MAJOR ISSUE AT HAND.

These bots aren't just aimbots, they go around spouting hatespeech as said earlier and the hosters will do everything they can to keep it that way. It's noted that these hosters have tried scamming the player base by stating if you fork over some cash, they'll stop the bot scripts. Along with some hosters going as far as DDOSing servers and DOXXING figure heads that go against them.

TheWhat Show's video on these bots perfectly explains the problem in full detail with great explanations and examples. He also has MegaScatterBomb as a guest, telling his story of how he was doxxed by these bot hosters and so much more, just because he was developing an anti-cheat to combat them.

Prominent tf2bers from Uncle Dane, FiskonaStick, Big Joey, Jontohil, Weezytf2, and so many others have made their statements on this topic, all agreeing that Valve needs to do something.

(Uncle Dane's video not only informs more about the situation but the clips he has just shows how frequent these bots are when hopping onto casual mode). Many FPS games have been inspired by tf2, this isn't us trying to stroke our egos, this is just the plain truth of it. So even if you're a fan of ow2 or valorant or any other game, this SHOULD matter to you and it SHOULD piss you off. CsGo, another Valve fps game, is starting to get the same bot problem as tf2, so who knows how long it'll take for this to spread even further. Remember that Valve owns Steam, and that these bots are on that platform, and they're allowing these bots to stay on their platform. If these bot hosters have gone as far as to leaking personal info of known tf2 figures, then what's stopping them from doing the same to random, innocent players of the game? So what are we doing? The tf2 community is spreading word about this bot crisis on multiple platforms. There is a website that you can find here that details what's going on and a petition going on right now. We plan on printing out every signature and mailing it to Valve themselves, to show that we love this game and refuse to let it be taken over by a bunch of bad actors that want nothing but to ruin the fun for everyone. We have nothing to lose, and we're only focusing on the major problem at hand, it being the bot crisis.

I ask all my followers and mutuals to please sign the petition and spread the word, even if you don't play tf2. This games means so much to be and as much as it pains me to watch it get flooded by these bots, it pains me even more to see Valve sit on their asses and do nothing about it.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #fixtf2 #savetf2 #tfw talking #vid #no one send hate to anyone working at valve btw #we want this to be peaceful and we want our voices to be heard #if WoW players can do this and succeed then so can we

[brucewaynehater101]

I get asked, "What do you do with your life?" and have no clue how to respond. I tell people all I'm doing is working cause "post fanfics, have a batfam blog, and stream on Twitch" is not a conversation I want to try to explain to others.

#“oh? you're into dc characters? so you like batman?” #“you read about the same character multiple times?” #“so people just... watch you play games? for fun?” #why the fuck would i go out to a bar or something when i can watch my favorite characters defeat villains over and over again? #who needs clubs when i have angst? #im sure they dont want to hear about how there's more than one robin and it's all so tragic and that's why i love it #why start talking about the batfam when they'll end up in an hour long rant we both know they don't care about #they be out there getting married and having kids and stuff but I'm good with trying to force my brain to write fanfics

[natjennie]

julian describing himself as a "former politician, brackets, disgraced" is maybe the funniest line of the show

#its definitely one of the funniest thing he's ever said #s5 is so fun actually because they're so comfortable in their characters #and also the characters are more comfortable in their existence #like. the way they've adapted to modern life and having alison around #kitty casually watching is it cake and pretending to be spider-man #them all playing the april fools prank on alison #trying to play trivia game shows and eventually having alison answer questions about their different time periods #its all so seamless #it's not alison wrangling weird dead people anymore #it's just a group of wacky roommates #some of whom are incorporeal and have been there for hundreds upon thousands of years #i love you ghosts #bbc ghosts