#And if a kid kept wanting to go it could cause an addiction to the food

[mrdrhenwardhykle]

TBH I feel so bad for the modern generation of kids, as they're not really welcomed anywhere like they used to be. They don't get fun and extravagant characters, play zones, etc., they're just assumed to play on their phones and devices to keep quiet. They're not given real chances to interact with kids outside of schooling, they're not given mottos to use imagination, everything is compact and limited and somehow we hate them for it despite it being the adult's fault.

#straight up Chuck E Cheese and Mcdonalds #I get Mcdonalds sort of because everytime I saw a commercial I asked to go if I didn't already #mainly because it was so fun #And if a kid kept wanting to go it could cause an addiction to the food #but like Walmart for example #things got worse when Walmart took away the free game demos from the game area #where you can decide for or against a game by playing or watching other kids play #and THERE it is-you could have watched kids play and made connections #Also the death of things like arcades as well #There's no outlets-everything is adult catered

[st-eve-barnes]

I could be your lifeline

(modern Aegon x fem Reader)

Summary: When you visit Helaena's apartment you find her depressed brother Aegon instead.

Word count: +3100

Warning: 18+ for explicit language and content, handjob, dry humping in the shower (so wet dry humping I guess?), no penetration. Mentions of depression, Aegon is a sad wet puppy.

I missed writing this troubled baby so you guys get some more comfort smut. This was written quickly so forgive me for any mistakes (or kindly point them out to me)

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You knocked on the door to Helaena’s apartment that afternoon, dropping by just to have a chat as you so often did when you were in the neighborhood. You hadn’t expected to find another Targaryen at the doorstep, one you hadn’t seen in too many years. 

For a moment you were too stunned to speak. He looked rough, his hair shorter than it was back when you knew him but still just as messy, his eyes were red and his hoodie wrinkled and about three sizes too big for him. There was no polite way to say it, Aegon looked like shit.

“Hel’s not home,” he spoke, voice as rough as the rest of him.

“Oh, okay, I guess I can come back later then.”

“You’re free to come in and wait, if you want. She shouldn’t be too long.”

“Okay, sure, yeah.”

Aegon stepped aside and let you in. 

You immediately noticed the empty beer cans on the kitchen counter, and the dirty dishes in the sink. The tv was playing in the background and the entire room smelled of cigarettes, curtains were closed even though it was 4 in the afternoon on a cloudy day.

“She just went to the store cause we ran out of food,” Aegon explained.

“Okay,” you nodded and took a seat at the kitchen counter.

“Can I…um…get you a drink or something?” he asked.

“Just some water is fine.”

You watched as he grabbed a glass from one of the cabinets and filled it up for you.

“Hel didn’t tell me you were back,” you broke the silence between you two after he handed you the drink.

“I’m not, this is just…temporary.”

“Rehab didn’t stick then?” you nodded towards the empty beer cans all around the kitchen and living room table.

Aegon gave a weak smile,”Nope.”

He kept staring at you with a somewhat confused look on his face.

“You don’t remember me, do you?” you then asked.

“I feel like I should but…sorry, no.”

You told him your name but Aegon still looked at you as if he’d never seen you before in his life.

“I used to sleepover in Hel’s room all the time when we were little,” you explained,”Aemond always ignored me, you always bullied me."

Aegon stared at you for a while longer and then his lips curled up into a hesitant smile.“Aemond ignored you because he had a mad crush on you and didn’t know what to do about it.”

“Is that why you bullied me?”

“Hey, first of all, I never bullied you, I teased you, there’s a difference.”

“Hmm,” you grinned.

He avoided your eyes and you noticed he was blushing a little when he repeated your name,”Of course. I can’t believe I didn’t remember you.”

“It’s been many years, Aegon,” you reassured him,”We were just kids.”

“You look so different.”

“Older.”

“That’s not what I was going to say. You look…really good.”

“Thanks,” you smiled, letting your eyes meet his,”You look…”

“Like shit,” he finished your sentence while he sat down next to you.

“Like life hasn’t been kind to you,” you corrected him.

He nodded his head and sighed, quietly,”Yeah.”

“What happened?” you asked.

“Nothing,” he shrugged,”Depression, anxiety, addiction, pick one. It’s just…all so fucking meaningless, you know? Life’s…I don’t know, sometimes I think I’m just not equipped for it. ”

You took your time to look at him, his face was so pale it looked like he hadn’t seen sunlight in months.

“When did you last leave the house?” you asked.

He shrugged,”What’s the point?”

“When, Aegs?” you insisted.

“It’s been a few days, maybe a week,” he confessed.

“Aegon,” you sighed.

“It’s fine, you don’t…you don’t need to pretend to care.”

“I do care, Hel’s been my best friend since we were kids. You’re important to her, so you’re important to me as well.”

Aegon just shook his head,”But we haven’t been kids in a really long time, haven’t we?”

“No, we haven’t,” you gave him a soft smile.

“You look like you grew up so well. You must have a successful husband and a great career, maybe even soms kids?”

You laughed,”None of those actually, but life’s been okay.”

“That’s good,” Aegon sighed,”I’m glad. At least one of us should do well.”

He stared out in front of him without saying anything else, clearly zoning out of the conversation.

“Listen, why don’t we go for a short walk outside?” you suggested,”Get you some fresh air?”

Aegon looked at you in surprise and for a moment it looked like he was going to take you up on your offer but then his face fell.

“No, I…I can’t go out like this,” he shook his head, withdrawing from you.

“When was the last time you showered?” you asked.

Aegon sighed again,”It’s definitely been a few days, maybe a week.”

“Do you want to shower now?” you tried.

“I…it’s not that I don’t want to but…”

You stood from your seat and carefully took his hand,”Come on.”

“What are you doing?”

“Dragging you to the bathroom.”

Much to your surprise he stood from his seat and followed you towards the hallway and into the bathroom.

You turned on the water of the shower and closed the door behind you both.

Aegon just stood there in the middle of the room without moving, suddenly awkward and shy having you in this private space with him.

This was going to take a little more work than you initially thought.

“Come here,” you slowly grabbed the hem of his hoodie and started pulling it over his head, followed by his t-shirt. Aegon didn’t protest but he wasn’t really cooperating either, letting you pull at his clothes as if he were a doll you were playing with.

You threw his shirt and hoodie in the washing bin and then placed yourself in front of him again, searching to meet his eyes. It took a moment for him to look back at you. 

“Hey, this will only take a few minutes, okay, you can do this. You’ll feel better afterwards, I promise.”

Aegon nodded but he still wasn’t making any attempts to take off the rest of his clothes.

You carefully took his hand again, trying to pull him out of his daze,”I can take your pants off for you but maybe that’s something you’d rather do yourself.”

This time his nod was accompanied but the tiniest of smiles and he started pushing down his sweatpants.“Turn around.”

You did as he asked and heard him take off his underwear and socks before he stepped into the shower, the curtain blocking him from your view now.

“You alright in there?” you asked after a while.

There was no answer and you could tell by his shadow that he’d stopped moving again.

“Aegs?” you checked.

“I’m fine,” he eventually answered but even with the water running you could hear his voice was breaking, and the next thing you heard was him crying.

“Shit,” you sighed. “Aegon, are you alright in there?”

No answer, only loud sobs.

You only hesitated for a minute or so before you realized there was only one thing to do if you wanted to pull him out of this funk and finish that shower. You started taking off your clothes and put them in a neat pile on the floor before you reached for the shower curtain, taking a deep breath before slowly pulling it open.

“What are you doing?” Aegon gasped, eyes widening in surprise at your naked form.

“Getting in there with you,” you answered.

“I..what…are you…fuck…,” he stuttered.

“It’s no big deal, we’ve seen each other naked before, we used to go skinny dipping all the time, remember?”

“When we were kids!” he pointed out,”This is not…shit…”

“If I get out again will you start showering?” you asked.

Aegon’s eyes met yours and just like that he was crying again. You closed your eyes with a sigh and opened them again in surprise when you felt Aegon’s hand grab hold of yours. His touch was soft and hesitant and it made you shiver.

“It’s okay,” you whispered comfortingly, squeezing his hand,”We’ll do it together, yeah?”

He nodded and you grabbed one of the bottles from the shelf, putting some shower gel all over your hands before slowly rubbing it over Aegon’s shoulders and chest, arms and stomach. He sighed into your touch and after a few minutes you noticed his breathing was calming down.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered after a while, avoiding your eyes,”I’m so fucking useless…you should’t have to do any of this…”

“Hey,” you placed your hand firmly on his chest and looked into his eyes,”You’re not useless, you’re human and you’re just having a hard time. It’ll be okay, Aegs.”

The sad, desperate look in his eyes was pulling at your heart strings now and you couldn’t help but lean in and rest your forehead against his for a moment, your hand cupping his cheek to wipe away some of his tears. Aegon closed his eyes and leaned into you.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“Turn around,” you then asked softly, continuing what you’d started and grabbing the bottle of shampoo to wash his hair,”Lean back a little.”

Aegon followed your instructions without speaking but his little drawn out sighs and quiet moans every time you touched him reassured you that whatever you did was helping to make him feel better. And you didn’t want to stop.

He didn’t move the entire time you were washing him. It wasn’t until you’d rinsed the soap off of him and turned off the water that he suddenly reached for your hand again, his voice a soft but firm whisper,”Please, I…it feels so good when you touch me like that…I don’t…please don’t stop.”

Your eyes met his,”Does that help? Physical touch? Is that…”

Aegon nodded firmly, lacing his fingers with yours,”Yes, please, I need to feel you…it quiets my mind…so much…please.”

“Do you want me to take care of you?” you asked softly.

“Yes,” he confessed with tears in his eyes,”I want you to take care of me, please, baby.”

“Okay,” you nodded and you carefully cupped his face with both hands, locking eyes with him,”Okay.”

Aegon sighed in relief and gently placed his hands on your hips, pulling you to him. You shivered at his touch again.

“Can I hug you?” you asked.

“Yes,” Aegon breathed eagerly and he closed the distance between you both, pushing his body up against yours. You wrapped both arms around his neck and hugged him.

You’re not sure how long you stood there like that, Aegon’s hands caressing your back and his head resting on your shoulder as you just held him close to you, threading your fingers through his hair. 

He was breathing steadily now, calm and quiet, but after some time you could feel his heart starting to race against yours and his breathing gradually speeding up again. And then you felt something poking against your inner thigh. 

He was rock hard.

You didn’t say anything at first, not wanting to pull him out of this content haze he seemed to be in. Maybe it was just a physical reaction and he wasn’t even aware of it. You didn’t want him to feel embarrassed or self conscious about it. You had come in here to make him feel better and that was still your only goal.

But when he moved his hips against yours and let out a quiet whimper you couldn’t deny it any longer.

You leaned back to cup his cheek and look at him,”Aegs?”

“Hmm?”

“You alright?” you asked softly.

“Yeah, I’m…oh shit, I’m so sorry!” he stepped back from you when he realized what happened.

“It’s okay,” you kept your hands on his shoulders, not wanting him to pull away completely,”It’s okay, don’t worry about it.”

“No, it’s not okay, I’m making you so fucking uncomfortable, I’m so sorry, I’m such a fucking idiot, I can’t do anything right,” he was starting to spiral again and you quickly pulled him closer, cupping his neck and forcing him to look back at you.

“I’m okay, Aegs,” you repeated, looking deep into his eyes,”Hey, look at me, I’m okay, I promise you. I’m not uncomfortable.”

Aegon stared at you for a moment. “You’re not?” he then whispered.

You shook your head and smiled  at him,”No, in fact…”

You slowly moved your hand down, across his chest and then his stomach, watching his reaction to see if there was any objection from his side. But Aegon didn’t object, instead his lips opened in a deep sigh and his eyes closed in pure bliss when your hand followed his happy trail and your fingers gently wrapped around his cock. 

Aegon’s moan was the filthiest thing you’d ever heard and it went straight to your core. You started stroking him, slow and gentle.

“Fuck,” he moaned, followed by a quiet whimper of your name. 

He was big and throbbing in your hand already.

“Does this help make you feel better?” you asked, keeping your eyes locked with his as you continued pumping him, letting your thumb run over its leaking tip.

“Yes,” Aegon nodded firmly,”Oh god, fuck, yes…it’s been so long since…god, please don’t stop, don’t ever stop…”

His hands were caressing your back again, nails digging into your skin while he buried his head against your shoulder. His breath was coming out in quiet little whimpers, hot as fire against your wet skin.

“That’s it,” you encouraged him, slowly building up a rhythm as you jerked him closer and closer to his release.”Relax for me, baby, just give into it, let yourself feel good,” you whispered into his ear, your free hand caressing his hair again.

Aegon’s body was shaking, he was breathing so hard in between moaning and whimpering you couldn’t help but wonder when he last had someone touch him like this. 

He was crying out your name again, his teeth grazing your collarbone. “Please, please, please,” he whimpered,”I need to…fuck…”

You stroked him faster, bringing his cock in between your legs so you could rub your clit on its head and that was the final push Aegon needed. He came with a loud cry, spilling all over you, his cock nestled against your folds as you milked him for every last drop. He pulled you into his arms, holding you close while your body kept moving against his, involuntarily seeking friction.

You closed your eyes and tried to control your breathing, feeling guilty now for your own needs because this was never about that. You had only wanted to make him feel good and nothing more. But your body was betraying you, turning you into a horny mess desperate for some relief of your own.

“Fuck,” you breathed,”I’m sorry. I didn’t meant to…”

“Shhh,” Aegon whispered, moving his hand in between your legs to play with your clit,”I got you.”

His eyes met yours, neither of you looking away as he started circling your swollen bud. It didn’t take him long to have you moaning his name and bucking up into his hand.

“You close, sweetheart?” he breathed.

“So close,” you nodded, biting your lip to keep from moaning too loud,”Please, Aegs.”

Aegon pushed you up against the shower wall, his fingers continuing to bring you towards that edge while his lips brushed your ear,”Come for me then, sweetheart, soak my fingers, come on, give it to me.”

It was all you needed. Aegon held you through every last wave of it, letting you ride out your orgasm on his fingers. You clung to his shoulders, keeping yourself steady. Your heavy whimpers turned into quiet little breaths as you relaxed in his arms.

“There you go, baby,” he whispered against your lips, a sweet smile emerging on his flushed face as he nuzzled your cheek,”There you go, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” you breathed.

“Oh no, thank you,” he whispered,”God, I needed that, I needed that so bad.”

You could hear the emotion return to his voice as he hugged you tighter so you reciprocated, holding him close and burying your face into his neck.

“Can we just stay like for a while?” he begged softly,”Just…stay with me, please.”

You nodded, allowing yourself to disappear into his hug, not sure who needed it more in this moment, you or him.

When you eventually leaned back to look at him Aegon’s eyes were on you instantly.

“I meant it, you know,” he whispered,”Thank you. You didn’t have to do any of this. I don’t deserve…”

“You deserve to have everything you want in life, Aegon,” you interrupted him,”You deserve to be happy.”

His smile was the saddest one you had ever seen and he broke eye contact to shake his head,”I haven’t been happy in so long I don’t even remember what it feels like.”

You leaned into him, caressing his hair and his neck.

“But today was good,” he then smiled softly, meeting your eyes,”Being with you was…unexpected, like a beautiful ray of sunlight coming out on a really dark cloudy day.”

You couldn’t help but smile,”Look at you getting all poetic.”

Aegon laughed and it surprised you how much you loved the sound of it.

He pressed his forehead against yours and you were suddenly very aware of his breath on your lips. He hugged you closer.

“Could stay here forever,” he then whispered.

“Me too,” you confirmed.

Aegon closed the final distance between you both and pressed his lips to yours in a soft, lingering kiss.

“Stay the night with me,” he then pleaded.

You kissed him back and nodded with a smile,”On one condition though.”

“Name it.”

“You go out for a walk with me first, get that much needed fresh air.”

Aegon sighed but nodded his head,”Yeah, alright, you can drag me around town for hours if that’s what you want, as long as you come back here with me afterwards.”

“I will, I promise,” you whispered and pulled him close, your lips brushing his ear,”I won’t leave you, I promise, baby.”

You could feel his tears against your cheek, but they were accompanied by a big sigh of relief as Aegon buried his face into the crook of your neck and breathed you in.

#aegon x reader #aegon x you #aegon smut #tom glynn carney fanfic #modern aegon #hotd fanfic #modern au

[kissesforsatoru]

Can I ask for some headcanons for Yan!Bonten!Mikey with a former childhood sweetheart darling? Maybe they used to be inseparable/in love with each other as kids before the darling had to move away to the US when they were 8 and now so many years later they arrive back in Japan on a bussiness trip.

pairing : bonten!mikey x reader

summary : yan!bonten!mikey meeting his childhood sweetheart again

⤷ warnings : general yandere themes, implied kidnapping, briefly mentioned murder

– mikey takes his friends and family very seriously—their safety and happiness were the only reason he disbanded toman and moved on without them. he knew that if he kept them around then they would get hurt one way or another, which was the last thing he wanted.

– with every loss that he had he's learned to move on in his own way. some losses took him longer than others to get over, but still he moved on, nonetheless. but with you, he couldn't quite get you out of his head no matter how much time had passed, and quite frankly, it was annoying.

– he didn't like seeing your innocent smiling face flash through his mind whenever he would be shooting a traitor—vermin that needed to be disposed of. he didn't like spacing out during meetings to reminisce the time he spent with you when he was young, where he would blindly follow you around like a lost puppy. he was quite smitten back then, he will admit, but things are different now. he should let you go like he did everyone else.

– the only thing that mikey had going for him was the fact that you left on your own, long before he even formed toman, let alone kanto manji or bonten. he couldn't interfere with your life if you weren't even around. he doesn't have to worry about running into you either since he doesn't even know what you look like now, and it was safe to assume you didn't know what he looks like either. mikey would even go so far as to say that you probably don't remember him. the two of you were only friends for a small fraction of your lives when you were really young, and lots of people forget their childhoods so it's not farfetched. you don't know him; he doesn't know you.

– mikey ignores the fact that he could easily change that with just a simple order—he can get your pictures, your occupation, your friends, family, past lovers, whatever he wanted, really. every single record of yours could be in his possession within a matter of hours if he so wished, but he doesn't. you're just some person from his childhood, a random civilian to him now, at best; he has no reason to be digging around in your life.

– then everything got fucked up on one random tuesday afternoon. almost like fate, you ran into him—literally. you, absentminded as ever, weren't looking where you were going, and you ran into him. from the corner of his eye, he could see sanzu pull out his gun and point it towards the person sprawled out over himself, waiting for the order to shoot, but that order never came. whatever nonsense he told himself about not being able to recognize you had been a boldfaced lie, since he recognized you immediately. there was no questioning it, or second guessing himself, he knew that you were you.

– your sweet, sweet voice that used to lull him into a state of absolute serenity was now much more mature, but still it quelled his inner darkness just the same. his body relaxed against you, and against his better judgment, he wrapped an arm around your struggling body, pulling you closer to him.

– before he was okay with not knowing you. he didn't feel the need to pry or keep tabs on you but having the smallest taste of you again left him addicted. he needs you. he needs to know you, to have you, to own you. you make him feel sane, which is a feeling he can't just let slip through his fingers with the kind of life he lives. without you he might just go on a rampage—kill everyone and everything in sight cause he's just so peeved to not have you around. for the sake of not just himself but his organization and all of tokyo he cannot let you go; he won't let you go.

– now that you've unfortunately stumbled into his world of darkness, you can’t escape. he'll have you no matter what.

#𓏲 msg answered 𓂃 📬 #yandere #yandere thoughts #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokrev #yandere tokrev x reader #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #yandere tokyo rev x reader #yandere tokyo rev #yandere mikey x reader #yandere mikey #yandere manjiro sano x reader #yandere manjiro sano #yandere bonten #yandere bonten mikey #yandere mafia

[serxinns]

The Big 3 "educational" vist

I wanted to make a part 2 of the aftermath of @lets-get-kraken-boys imagine when Big 3 found out about how Class 1a treats you cause it's so addicting and I wanna see justice!

DISCLAIMER: this concept isn't mine it goes to @lets-get-kraken-boys if you wanna read their 1st part go to here! Please go support them!

This little gift is for Kraken! I loved her fics for a long time I'm addicted to her Yandere purge and her other Yandere class 1a one-shots!

"What are you gonna do with them?"u said whipping away the rest of your tears, you looked at him with a nervous expression, at him nervously he changed back into his gentle and warm demeanor and looked at you with a smile while patting your head "Oh just a new educational lesson about how heroes in training should treat each other! We'll have to talk to Mr. Aizawa with some few arrangements tomorrow" Mirio happily said while patting your head but you swore you heard a tint of aggression in his voice "Don't worry y/n well make sure they won't do this ever again" "After all we are your senpais! It's our job to protect you!" You softly smiled at your upper classmates's words feeling much safer with them

"If it's no trouble. can you walk me to my dorms, I don't want to talk to them or even see them at the moment.." the 3 smiled at your suggestion always wanting to see your room, "Of course pumpkin! Anything for you!" Neijire took you by the hand and smiled cheerfully like a little kid eagerly waiting to get some ice cream, as the 2 of you skipped down the halls (it was mostly her skipping and you trying to match up her speed) mirio chasing the two of you down and Tamaki trying to catch up to you telling mirio and neijire to slow down worried that you might hurt yourself

When the 4 of you made it to the common room your body tensed when you heard some of your classmates like Bakugo, sero, Denki, and Kirishima all loudly yelling at their game you could even hear them roughly mashing the buttons on the controllers, Mina, hakagure, and ochako were chatting among each other and tokoyami was reading a book with headphones, Mirio noticed your tensed figure and grabbed your shoulder while giving you a reassuring smile you smiled a bit mentally preparing yourself

When the 4 of you were visible in the common room the whole room became silent, they were staring tokoyami even peak a glance but your 3 upper classmates could see the jealous glances and glares Cleary ignored them and still kept walking until Mina stopped the 4 of you with a fake smile her yellow eyes staring directly at you

"Y/n! There you are we've been looking everywhere for you cmon I have a new game we can play-" "No thanks Mina maybe another time? I have studying to do" you lied praying that she fall for it "Oh cmon the next test doesn't start until next month we got all the time ! Now lets go-" she tried reaching out for your Arm, but was stopped by neijire with a stained smile

"Well it's never too late to study now, is it? The more early you study the better the grades!" She said grabbing your hand tightly the two had a staring battle for a bit until Mina cleared her throat moved out of the way and sat down in silence, the other classmates were chatting quietly among themselves

You quickly made it to your dorm relief washing over you "Thank you...I appreciated it im sorry about what happened back there with Mina whenever I tried to deny her request she would keep pushing it..." "there's no problem at all after our visit tomorrow she'll be able to back off the 1st time" Mirio joked winking at you "Now why don't you rest your little head sunshine you have school tomorrow!" You nodded before leaving Tamaki reached into his bag "Here..." he gifted you a cute plush of your favorite animal "It's for you just in case you feel scared at night" he quietly said hiding his face you thanked him by hugging him now Tamaki flinched a bit at the hug but it was enjoyable it made him feel warm and fuzzy, you said your goodnight and shut the door, you checked to see if anyone was in your room when the coast was Cleary you quickly change into your night clothes and slept hugging the plushie tightly feeling safe

Morning arrived and you woke up instead of feeling amazing that was 1st time in the past 2 months you slept soundly without any fear or discomfort that someone was watching you, you checked the halls to see that nobody was there you quickly ran into the bathroom brushing your teeth and ran back in the room quickly putting on your school uniform and ran to the classroom to avoid any of your classmates barging in and inviting you to walk with them

You sat down in your seat waiting for the others and the school to begin, after everyone was in their seat Aizawa soon got everyone's attention "Right class today we are having an important announcement with our 3rd year students please come right in" and there mirio, Tamaki, Neijire all walked in their expressions were usual mirio and neijire with their cheerful smile while Tamaki look a bit brave and confident today which surprised your classmates a bit

"Good morning class! It's a pleasure to meet you again!" Mirio said with a proud smile while the class looked at him blankly "Today we will be doing a special activity and a lesson called punishment for our actions" his kind voice darkened to a strict and scary tone which shooked the class while Tamaki and Neijire's expressions didn't change "Cause I've heard that someone has been playing unwilling games with them" Mario said as he glared at the class 1a girls especially Mina and hakagure who looked away in fear and worry but Tamaki spoke up "and not keeping our hands to ourselves" Tamaki added while glaring at Kirishima, Denki, and Sero in disappointment the 3 boys looked down to their desk in shame and fear

"And pushing others around even when they tell them to be left alone," Neijire said glare piercing at Izuku, Bakugo, and Shoto's Soul The 3 boys felt a shiver up their spine and could barely even make a noise Bakugo couldn't even protest or say anything just avoided contact and tch "and we decided to start this week all of you will be having hero training with us to remind ourselves about What we are and what we are training for even the weekends! With only 30 minutes a break a day!"

"WHAT!!!" the class soon screamed "But none of us did these things why are we getting punished!? sensei wouldn't approve of this!" Iida angrily said while chopping his hands "Actually I did since most of you were lacking a bit I think this should improve your quirk and abilities a lot consider this as a "wake up call" and no need to tell your parents they approved of this" Aizawa's smirk grew as the class was either speechless, uproar, or just looking down in shame while your senpais stood there consuming all the chaos

"Make sure you start preparing! Training starts tomorrow!" Mirio then exited the room alongside Tamaki and Niejire, not without a smirks and a petty wave from neijire

You stood there stunned your mouth was jaw opened you knew this was gonna be a long week for sure

On Tuesday and Wednesday everyone (except you) was awakened by a loud horn which was by Neijire yelling at them to wake up and get ready for hero training they got 2 extra hours of sleep and just had to do a few laps while their classmates were running until their legs left numb and if they did fell Tamaki would snatch them up with his eagle claw until pieces of their clothes fell of like buttons vest etc while you were gently picked up by Tamaki and asked if you were ok

From Thursday to Friday your classmates had to pull heavy objects (like a bus a car or anything very heavy) until their arms couldn't take it and if they stopped mirio would just ignore them and push them to pull the object harder saying "It's just an object right? You be fine" while you get to pull only a few objects of your choice and get hyped by Tamaki and Neijire while bakugo had to get a private "lesson" from Mirio

On Saturday and Sunday, there was no weekend for the class only you and it was Neijire turn oh boy she wanted to get on your disgusting students, especially the males she forced them to write 12 essays full of apologies to you about how sorry they are none stop even if their hand started to cramp while you spend the weekend with Tamaki and Mario were busy training you and making sure you're not getting yourself hurt

The next day back at school you were looking better and more confident than ever while your classmates looked like they had been dragged around like dolls they all apologized to you (even Bakugo managed to mumble it) for how they treated you

Now whenever Momo and Iida ask you to have a study session with them they walked away defeated

Dark Shadow didn't come to your room in the middle of the night heck he was kinda scarred about the hero training he gave you a sparkly card that said sorry and Tokoyami was a bit quieter for the next few days until he genuinely apologized as well

Bakugo would still tease you but not as much as he did he never degrades you for your skills or everything else just says a comment and just watches you he still tries to talk down to you but you would either just ignore or call off his bluff making him pissed

Shoto doesn't buy you as many gifts as he still does but not to the point it's very expensive if he does he tries to ask for cuddle time but you decline and he mumbles something under his breath and walks away it was awkward even

Mina and the girls don't do those games if you ever agreed to play with them it would be your favorite video/board games and Neijire is always invited (since they made a deal) so all the girls glared or even pouted at Neijire while she gets to cuddle up on you or make you be on her lap resting her head on top of yours with a smirk

Kirishima, Sero, Denki, don't pull your shirt to the point it rips but still touches your hair if you tell them to stop they'll immediately apologize now they just pat you on the back but immediately check if you are alright

Midoriya doesn't try to push you to talk with him if you have a conversation and decide to be left alone he'll completely understand and wave to you politely but deep inside he felt envy and also jealousy

You thanked the Big Three so much for their help Mirio and Neijire beamed at your smile while Tamakiface turned red hiding and his face you were just so cute! you invited them to go watch a movie as a token of your appearance which they happily accepted they were so glad they cheered their little sunshine up and they wanted it to stay that way so one day if they confess their love for you they hope to see that beautiful smile beamed up and accept their love!~

#yandere x reader #yandere bnha #yandere ua #tw obsessive behavior #yandere class 1a #yandere mha #bnha fluff #tw stalking #tw yandere #yandere big 3 #yandere mirio x reader #yandere tamaki #yandere neijire #mirio togata #tamaki amajiki #Neijire hado

[ssparksflyy]

OMG BELLS REQS ARE OPEN AAAA

literally any kind of Leo x latina reader please cause im just in love with how you write him

ask and thou shall receive ༉‧₊˚.

leo valdez dating hcs! ✶ ࣪˖࿐ *

pairing: leo valdez x latina!reader warning(s): swearin + gringas this one aint for u pookies ♡♡ a/n: BRO. i had to rewrite this completely twice bcs i kept on forgetting to save it nd it would all delete 😭 also ty girlie ♡

leo valdez, certified loverboy

his lips gotta be surgically detached from you cause damn

this boy loves kissing u

big big fan of u wearing lipgloss/lipstick cause then it gets on his lips nd leaves him all heart eyes

its like his own lil trophy

nd hey it reminds the other girlies that hes taken !! not available !! go find someone else !!

so u best believe u do it w a SMIRK.

best dance partner to ever dance partner

his hands go all over u girl

but that usual firm grip on ur waist omfg 😵‍💫😵‍💫

also does not gaf if he feels like his legs r about to fall off, if u wanna keep dancing then dance he shall

only other people he would dance w are little kids who ask him to ♡

good asf with kids im afraid

he claims that its because their imaginations are still big, hence making it easier for him to actually enjoy having a conversation with them instead of like ... politics ( hes never had a convo about politics )

he so wouldve loved spending time with family if he had the chance :((

he so becomes besties w ur mama tho ♡♡

( if shes mortal ofc )

they instantly clicked when u introduced them to each other :))

ur mom loves how sweet he is nd how much he cares abt you ♡

you left for a second to go to the restroom nd came back to the comadres looking at baby pics

like ?? u left for 2 seconds ??

wdym hes already getting the family chisme shes just met this man ??

its that leo valdez charm or somethin

cause like if ur dads a mortal he also really likes him 😭

ofc hes gotta pull the whole overprotective dad bit first

but once they get talking he slowly gets more comfortable w him :))

he also appreciates how much he cares nd how he puts u first ♡♡

i feel like mortal parents would just care if they treat u right nd are loyal

or maybe they dont nd actually become stricter

....

who knows anyway back to repair boy

THE roses man

his fav flowers

he thinks it romantic its classy and hey who doesnt love a good red rose

he could spend days making you a bunch of metal flowers nd painting them nd make a bouquet

but he gives u a metal flower everyday !!

so u best believe for special occasions he buys u a big ol ramo of roses nd a cute lil plushie or somethin ♡

v cute v cute v that sould be me

u best believe when u move in together

oh yea. ur future is already planned out together

theres always something bomb for dinner

whether its homemade or ordered in, u eat good every night ♡

"but i cant cook!' dw pooks he can !!

he asked ur parent for ur fav homemade meals nd asked them to teach him how they make it :((

best believe u wake up to breakfast made every weekend

nd ofc all he asks for back is kisses ♡

im tellin u. an addict. cannot get enough. its not normal man

youve got a stash of candies in one of ur cabinets for whenever u crave themmm

constantly gotta restock up tho cause they do NOT last

u guys def talk crap in spanish

i mean obviously , who doesnt

but if u desperately need a gossip sesh but r like surrounded by ppl you whip out the spanish ykyk

sigh, i want a leo valdez ♡♡

a/n two: hope u enjoyed !! idk if these r kinda short but tbh im so sleepy nd havent had good sleep at all this week so im ending it here, have a good day/night !!

peace from manhattan,

percy jackson ♡

#percy jackson #pjo #heroes of olympus #pjo x reader #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo x reader #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x you #leo valdez #by bells ♡⋆ ࣪.

[scoutswritingcorner]

Rose Colored Boy

Angel Dust x Male Reader

A/N: Part two of ‘Harder Than It Looks’! Once again I’m going to reiterate that I am not a medical professional or psychiatrist. If you need help with addiction please reach out.

TW: Alcoholism, killing, being pressured, toxic friendships.Talks about Valentino.

The night had passed in a whirlwind of nausea causing you to wake up every two hours to vomit up even more of whatever was left in your stomach as your loving and caring boyfriend, Angel Dust, rubbed your back and wiped the bile, saliva and tears from your face with a nice warm cloth. You didn’t get much sleep that night, opting to stay awake to take care of yourself to allow your boyfriend to get some sort of rest. He didn’t go back to sleep either. Opting to hold your trembling body close to his as you tried to ignore the betrayal from your life long friends…you don’t think they were your friends anymore.

The morning was much the same as it was any other day but this time, you were scared to look at Charlie and Vaggie in the face. They would surely berate you. Tell you that you didn’t deserve to be redeemed, of course you didn’t. You were so stupid to ever think someone so broken and jaded like you could be redeemed. But the yelling and berating never came to fruition, only soft hugs and whispers that it would be okay entered your ears. “Redemption is a hard road to go down..everyone trips once in a while. None of what happened is your fault, okay? Vaggie and I are so proud of you.” Charlie whispered out her voice cracking as she no doubtably was trying to carry your burden on her shoulders as another sob wracked through your already trembling body, hiding your face into her shoulder as your arms wrapped around her. She reminded you so much of your older sister, arms always open to help in any way she could. 

Now, here you were sitting at the bar as you stared at the glass of water in front of you. Every thought of yours screaming at you to jump over the counter and drink till you pass out again. You wanted to feel the buzz of the poison you came to know and hate. The liquid that numbs your taste buds and senses, makes you feel like the world couldn’t stop you. A gloved hand grasping yours knocked you out of your thoughts causing you to look up towards Angel, he truly was your angel and you were his. All those nights you promised to beat the fuck out of Valentino fresh in your mind. You stared at him before a smile graced your lips, “Drink some water, Suga’. It’s gonna help you okay?” His voice was soft as he mirrored your smile. 

You nodded and turned your focus back to the glass of water, using your free hand to hold the cup. Slowly bring it up to your lips, you sipped on it. You ignored how you spilled some on your shirt as you started to unceremoniously chug the water down. A clawed hand reached over to stop you from choking on it as another wiped down the counter with a rough grumble, “Don’t choke on it, Kid.” Husk’s voice rang out as another violent tremble ripped through your body as you almost slammed the cup down but once again Husk had stopped your erratic movements. “..I hate this..” You grumbled out as Angel leaned down to gently kiss your forehead. “I know, Baby.” He replied glaring at your phone that started buzzing with text after text from your so called ‘friends’.

“Can I see your phone, Babe?” Angel asked, causing you to lift your head up from the bar. When did you put your head down? You shake your head to get your thoughts together and nodded, handing it over to him, “Oh..’Course..” You mumbled out laying your head back down, “For food?” your question surprised Angel before he smiled and used one of his hands to rub your back. “If you want some food, Suga’.” He frowned as he glanced back at your phone. Encouragements of more drinking and half assed apologies from your ‘friends’ kept spilling out but one of the messages stood out to him.

‘Nyx: Stop being a fucking bitch. You always liked drinking with us. Are we too good for you now or are you actually trying that new fucking redemption hotel?’ 

Angel’s blood boiled at that, seeing the picture of a tall lanky demon with a smirk. One that reminded him too much of Valentino’s smirk when he knew he had won whatever mind games that he was using. “..can we get take out?” you asked softly, causing him to jump back into reality. “Of course, Handsome. Anything specific?” He asked, watching as sweat rolled down the side of your face. It took a few seconds for the question to register for you but when it did you gave him a shake of your head, “Get..get Husk something too, Angie..” You slurred out causing the bartender to chuckle, “Nah I’m fine, Kid. Don’t worry about me.” He sent a glance towards Angel, who nodded and turned his own attention to his own phone, placing yours on the bar. 

He texted the only other person he truly trusted and the one who had to make sure you were good enough for his heart, Cherri. It was a quick back and forth as he used your phone to order the takeout as well to calm your mind. Filling in the missing pieces to Cherri, he kissed your cheek as you tried to stay awake for him. “I’m gonna go get the food, Handsome. Do you want me to pick up any medicine for you?” His voice soft as if not to shake you awake from your groggy state, brushing back some of your hair as another tremble forced itself through your body.

“No..don’t think so…” you whispered out your eyes feeling heavy as you tried to stay awake for Angel. Nodding, Angel placed another gentle kiss against your cheek, “Okay, get some sleep Handsome.” You nodded and let out a loud yawn finally allowing yourself to fall asleep against the cold surface of the bar. Angel sent one last look to Husk who waved his hand, “Go, I’ll watch him.” He said gruffly but Angel could see how angered Husk seemed, how his pupils constricted with his anger. Husk was another person in this hotel who had helped you with your alcoholism, nobody questioned it but everyone knew Husk cared for you more than he liked to admit, Angel is guessing that he sees himself in you.

With one final nod and placing a stray blanket over your shoulders Angel left the hotel. Meeting up with Cherri was quick but his anger was quicker to flare up. He was going to teach those ‘friends’ of yours to not fuck with you ever again. So with a baseball bat in one hand and his tommy gun in the other they both entered the bar where your ‘friends’ met up to teach them a valuable lesson. But of course he was going to make it quick, though he wished he didn’t. But his sweet Prince needed him and he was looking forward to cuddles and kisses from you.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #angel dust x you #angel dust imagine #hazbin angel dust

[crownmemes]

House Sentences, Vol. 5

(Sentences from House (2004-2012). Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Can I ask what he's done to deserve your loyalty?"

"One day, our friendship will break, and it'll just prove your theory that relationships are conditional and you don't need human connection, or deserve it, or whatever goes on in that rat maze of your brain."

"You think I'm a bureaucrat with a badge, following some arbitrary guideline?"

"None of you are innocent. Not one of you."

"A bully's a bully. If they don't get a reaction, they'll lose interest."

"People think you have no inner censor. The fact is, you hold yourself back, because when you want to hurt, you know just where to poke a sharp stick."

"When I see people with their kids, it's so natural. It's like they have an instruction book imprinted on their genes. Maybe I just didn't get a copy."

"I did this to help you!"

"You need to believe that I've got a problem so that your betrayal has the illusion of nobility."

"Being different, you get used to people's idiocy."

"Only an idiot goes to prison for being stubborn!"

"We both know that my pride far surpasses my instinct for self-preservation."

"Normal's not normal if you're not normal."

"You could throw a dart at all the adjectives between arrogant and unhinged and I'm sure you'd hit one that describes me."

"I live in pain. Pain that on good days is merely intolerable and on bad ones will suck the life-force right out of you."

"You're not my mom! You don't have to keep checking up on me!"

"You find fault in everybody because you're afraid to look at yourself."

"You ever trust an addict? You ever give one the benefit of the doubt? How many times did it work out for you?"

"People like you, even your actions lie."

"I'm sorry, but I don't remember you."

"Does your voice always get that high and annoying when you're angry?"

"How can I help you this beautiful morning?"

"You owe me. I kept you out of jail; I can put you back."

"When you entered, I noted your shirt hadn't been pressed; you hadn't shaved in quite some time. I extrapolated you were a person for whom detail is not a major concern."

"You cannot make the uninteresting interesting."

"Why are you wearing perfume?"

"Is this a real case, or one of those imaginary cases that happen when you’re bored?"

"I'll get better. I always get better."

"Stop looking at my ass when you think I'm not looking!"

"Do you put all your patients through this many tests, or just the important ones?"

"I take it you two aren't sleeping together anymore?"

"I didn't realise you were going to get hurt. I'm sorry I misled you."

"No! I’m not getting sucked into the vortex of your insanity again!"

"That’s such a bad idea! There’s no way that won’t cause damage to the large intestine!"

"Are you keeping us here just to torture me?"

"The only difference between me and you is that I made some bad decisions, and you made some good ones."

"I don't like you. Never have, never will."

"I'm not breaking into somebody's house! I have principles!"

"Tone it down or I will hit you."

"I thought this was going to be fun. I mess with you, you mess with me - eventually, you give in. But you've shown a startling lack of humour."

"I approve of your shamelessness."

"Your hair makes you look like a hooker."

#rp meme #rp memes #roleplay meme #roleplay memes #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #sentence starters #specific; #medical drama; #filmtv; #House;

[natashawritesstuff]

time-skip! oikawa x reader

“Fuckboys get married at twenty.”

“Hi… hi is also a way to start a conversation,” you say, and your best friend, Kumiko shrugs. 

She’s had this theory for as long as you’ve known her. Good guys take their time in settling down in getting married because when they find the one, what’s the rush? Fuckboys, however, are different. Fuckboys are immune to love until they’re not. So when they find the one they know it’s real and at that point, why wait?

You think it’s bullshit. And also not a proper greeting as she sat across from you, rolling her eyes still yet to say hello. 

“This is our last hangout, come on,” you say and she pouts. 

“Why do you have to go all the way to Argentina?”

“I told you. I’m sick of saying I love Miyagi just cause I’ve never been anywhere else. I wanna go places, see the world.”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t forget about me.”

“I could never.”

“Or my theory.”

“Whatever,” you say, laughing brushing her notion off. 

You move to Argentina the summer after you turn nineteen. You do a year studying abroad but kept an open mind in case you wanted to stay. The country is breathtaking. The food, the atmosphere, the culture, the people. Well, a person.

“You’re kidding?” you ask, bewildered. 

“Yeah, I went to Aoba Johsai. I was a setter for the volleyball team, even made captain in my third year,” Oikawa Toru will tell you over a morning coffee, your first official date.

“That’s crazy! We lived in the same prefecture and didn’t meet until we’re both across the world.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, “I really wish I would have met you sooner,” he confesses, sending a longing look your way that makes your heart skip a beat. 

“You probably say that to every pretty face that walks in here don’t you?”

“No, I don’t,” he says and with the way he pauses after the words come out, it was almost like he was just figuring that out himself. 

You smile and as he watches your lips curve upwards, he smiles too. You shy away from his gaze, turning away but he places a finger under your chin to where your eyes meet once more. “You look beautiful.”

“T-thanks.”

“Anytime,” he promises and one thing about Oikawa is that he keeps his word. 

He would call you beautiful nearly every day he would see you, and you saw the man every day. He became an addiction, something you always craved and never got enough of, and from the way he would hug you just a little bit longer before he’d go back to his place, he felt it too. The mornings he stayed over were long and lazy, his arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you further into his chest when you tried to get up a moment too soon. He places soft kisses on your collarbone when you sleep longer than he does and even after the alarms ring and are snoozed over five times, he won’t dare to let go first. Safe to say after not too long, you were in love. 

Unfortunately for him because you were also going back home. The school year had come and gone all too quickly and just shy of your one-year anniversary; a milestone where he wanted to ask you to move in, he was helping you move away. 

You hear a small sniffle as he tapes up the last box and you stop what you were doing, walking over to hug him. His larger frame envelops yours as he pulls you in an impossibly tight embrace and you feel him trying not to cry.

“I don’t wanna go.”

“Then stay,” he pleads, pulling away and you gaze up at his bloodshot eyes. 

“I can’t-”

“You can.”

“My lease here just expired-”

“Move in with me,” he offers.

“School-”

“Transfer.”

“My friends-”

“We’ll go back and visit as much as you want. Just please, please don’t leave me.”

You sigh and take his hands in yours as you explain, “look, I love you. So much, but I can’t take this kind of chance on a boyfriend-”

“Will you marry me?”

“What?” you whisper, voice so quiet you barely heard it yourself. 

“Marry me? I was gonna ask anyway, been thinking about it since our first date. I have a ring at my place, I’ll get you a better one eventually. And you’ll get the best seats for my games. And when I can’t wear my ring I’ll put it on a chain and you can wear it when I’m playing-”

“Toru,” you interrupt and he shakes his head with a wobbly smile. 

“Y/N, marry me. Please.”

Kumiko’s theory was right. Fuckboys get married at twenty, but she left out one crucial piece of information. She never said anything about who actually marries them.

“I…yes.”

And that it’d be you.

10 years later pt 2

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#oikawa tooru #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu angst to fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu captains #haikyuu domestic #haikyuu captains x reader #oikawa angst to fluff #oikawa x female reader fluff #oikawa x you #hq oikawa #oikawa drabble #oikawa x reader #oikawa tōru #haikyuu setters x reader #haikyuu setters #toru oikawa

[fandom-fuck-yourself]

What Hides In The Night Breakdown: Izuku Midoriya

Lore:

Kidnapped and sold into human trafficking at 5.

Was originally held in an underground “sanctuary” with at least a dozen other kids.

Was sold off to a German politician after being deemed Quirkless. (Normally she’d only take girls but Izuku’s face was too pretty.)

Worked as a maid with other trafficking girls since he could pass as a girl as long as he didn’t speak.

Was taught simple things like lock picking and hoarding supplies by the other girls who had been there longer.

Educated himself in secret by stealing books from the library when the owner wasn’t home.

Eventually got sold again at 16 after getting a cut on his face which deemed him “damaged” in the Politician’s eyes. Unfortunately, this time it was Sex Trafficking in Russia.

Gained many bruises and scars from beatings.

Would sometimes sneak onto client’s phones for real world updates. ( He spent most of his life chained to his bed in a brothel and was only allowed out for stage performances )

He knew Katsuki was a Hero through his small media updates and because of this, he never gave up on being found no matter how many years past. It was the only thing that kept him from going insane and losing himself (fully) to the dark.

Eventually the owner of the brothel was murdered by the mafia and they took it over, this made the beatings, starving and client lists very extreme.

Unfortunately, Izuku is very well known to the Dark Web in ways nobody should be.

Izuku was married off about 8 times but it was always to degenerates and never lasted too long. Normally just for business ventures or to make someone jealous by higher ups. He always ended back at the brothel in the end.

By 18 he had become almost immune to the abuse and the murders. He learned not to make connections, even with the other slaves. He learned to only keep necessities and a tiny amount of them. He learned to never speak and live with his head down. He learned that he didn’t matter because the loss of 1 in 8 billion was laughable.

Became extremely underweight.

Mental Health:

OCD (Needs all windows and doors locked to feel safe)

Extreme Anxiety

Extreme Depression

Memory Loss due to dissociation disorder

Occasionally has flashbacks, though.

Chronic and vivid nightmares

Low self esteem

Suicidal

Trust Issues

Authority Issues (Has has many police and high ups as clients)

Emotional Numbness

Body Dysmorphia

Eating Disorder (under)

Sex Addiction (the only thing that makes me feel real and wanted)

Substance Abuse from being almost constantly drugged

Habits:

Hoards things under bed (the only place he really had to hide things)

Checks all locks at least 3 times (mistakes were made in the past)

Avoids eye contact unless asked or mandatory (eye contact makes the experiences too exposed and can cause him to have a panic attack)

Doesn’t speak to police or heroes

Never leaves the house without Katsuki

Doesn’t stay outside after dark but likes the house to be dark.

Very submissive from habit and often blames himself for literally anything even if he didn’t even do it (someone pls protect our sunshine child he’s just a boy)

Apologizes A L O T

Abnormal attachment issues with Katsuki since he makes him the most comfortable but he’s also a hero which makes him weary.

Adores pictures and letters since he has a bad memory.

Spends most of his free time looking after his hoarded things.

#anime au #bkdk #kacchan #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #bakudeku #BakuDeku au #MHA #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #fanfiction #writing promt #story outline #character analysis

[sauerland-2001]

Well, all I wanted after season 2 was for the focus to be back on Wille and Simon. Can’t say we didn’t get that. But at what cost?? And who is now actually still rooting for them to end up together? Unless they abolish the monarchy, I don’t see a happy ending for these two. The entire season was about the problems their relationship causes them. And there is no resolve in sight.

If anyone hates on Simon for his decision, I’ll have words with you 😁; he’s a kid just like Wille and doesn’t know what to do. Wille doesn’t know either.

And I know these characters are teenagers whose brains aren’t fully developed yet. So I’m trying not to be too harsh on them. But the way Sara still can’t fully own up to what she did is slightly infuriating: she knew that being with August was going to hurt Simon. She kept protecting August. She lied for months to both Simon and Felice. She freaking warned August that Simon would go to the police. And for her to blame August for everything at the end of season 2 was just awful. But she got away with it. Yes, Simon and Felice were mad at her for most of the season, but she never had to explain herself to either of them. Girl gives us nothing and gets everything.

And now August. We knew since season 1 that he must have some kind of eating disorder/workout addiction, and now that Simon dropped that clue to him, there would have been time to address it a bit more. They didn’t, so it’s either going to be shoehorned into the finale or they’ll ignore it. But hey, at least he got his happy ending with Sara. Lisa needs to explain at some point why she loves these two so much. If the show ends with August becoming crown prince and Sara by his side, I will break things 😁

The Hillerska kids really leaned into their privileged views this season, but I had to laugh out loud at the scene of them auctioning off food during the strike.

Overall, definitely better than season 2, but there was so much sadness and you could see what the pressure did to both boys over the course of the season.

#young royals #young royals spoilers #young royals season 3

[gumnut-logic]

All three of his big brothers were out on this particular night, so once again the comms room was empty. Even Grandma was off the Island. Brains was around somewhere, so technically, he wasn’t unsupervised. No doubt John had an eye on him as always, in any case, and honestly it was great to have the place to himself.

Besides, it wasn’t like he was three years old and likely to stick a fork in a power socket or anything.

But he was still young, and despite himself he fell asleep watching Virgil packing equipment back onto Two.

He was woken by a sigh.

Someone sat down beside him on the sofa and took his tablet out of his limp hand.

He kept it limp because he had a pretty good idea who had sat down next to him and how much shit he really was in.

“Allie, why?” It was soft and despairing.

And John.

John was his idol.

He did everything Alan wanted to do. He even lived in space.

The downside of living in space meant he was rarely home nowadays. So the fact his space brother was currently sitting down beside him was a big thing.

But also terrifying because he was in so much shit.

So he faked slumber and gambled John might be a little cooler in the morning.

If he didn’t throttle Alan awake in the meantime.

He waited, limp on the couch as his brother examined his tablet. There was a soft hiss, followed by something like a small gasp.

Alan itched to open his eyes, to see his brother’s reaction to his work. But it wasn’t worth it.

Tomorrow was going to be hell.

He fully expected John to shake him awake and have at it then and there. But instead, he was surprised to feel a gentle hand in his hair.

What was it with his hair? Why did his family always poke at it?

But this was John. His secluded brother always gave Alan his time and his care, but the hugs and familial touches were rare.

Alan didn’t mind. After all, he knew all about the effects of space on the human body.

He worried about John sometimes. Alan would be grateful to one day take some of the long space hours off his brother to give him some down time.

When Alan wasn’t flying space rockets, of course.

“Allie, you’ve out done yourself on this one.” It was whispered ever so quietly.

A touch to his temple.

And then he was being lifted. Spacesuit brushed against his cheek and still he let himself stay limp.

He felt bad. John was always sensitive first thing down from orbit. The air pressure on his skin, gravity, it all took a little time to get acclimated to, and Alan did not want to cause his brother any hurt.

Of any kind.

But John was so gentle. He kissed his hair and held him ever so strong in his arms. Alan felt so loved, so cared for, in a way that was usually so far above, so far away, that he let himself fall into it.

While he was ‘asleep’, there was no need for bravado, no toughness, no show of strength. He had no responsibility and could give control of everything to his brother, whom he trusted with…everything.

It was what was so addictive. The chance to be cared for and not have to push it away because he was tough…he didn’t need coddling.

A small voice in the back of his head said that he obviously did, and this was just further proof he was still a kid and possibly in need of that therapy. But if being a kid felt like this, he was willing to sacrifice bravado for the moment.

And why should he need therapy for the need to feel loved?

Caught in his own thoughts and the warmth of his brother’s arms, he did not realise that John was not taking him to his rooms. The corridor was too short and they exited on the wrong side.

A peek and he saw the stardust on John’s ceiling. Before he knew it, John was settling him on a bed. A very soft bed with special sheets designed to be kind to space-soaked skin.

John’s bed was huge and Alan melted into it.

“You may be smart, Allie, but there is no way you are asleep.”

Alan couldn’t help it, he peeked open an eye.

John was standing beside the bed, still in his uniform, a small smile on his face. “Now go to sleep and we will talk in the morning.”

“Promise?” It came out far too childish for Alan’s liking, but it was necessary.

“Promise. Now sleep.”

The bed was little more than a cloud, like those John usually floated above, and Alan was tired.

He closed his eyes as the bed dipped and a finger brushed a hair off his forehead.

The last he heard was a whisper.

“Too smart for your own good.”

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #alan tracy #john tracy #nuttyfic reblog #nuttyart reblog #thunderbirds fanart

[hyunxjinnie]

All your broken pieces (Stray Kids) Chapter 2, "Night terrors."

Summary: Your life was not easy..in fact, it was rather terrible. As a child, you'd gone through emotional and physical abuse, and you'd seen some things you shouldn't have...Your trauma stuck with you throughout you teenage years, and through the current adult years in your life. No one, not even you was willing to deal with you and your trauma, you're broken. Well..that is until a group of guys come and try to save you from the horrible, insufferable depths of your mind.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, Mentions of abuse (emotional and physical), mentions of alcohol and drug addictions, mentions of anxiety and trauma, possible mentions of blood.

You were laying in bed, contemplating whether you would go to work or not.

You really wanted to, but last night you had a horrible nightmare. You woke up screaming, and Noel had come and helped you calm down and tried lulling you back to sleep, but it didn't work.

So, now here you were, exhausted and terrified. You knew it you left the house it'd trigger your anxiety, in moments like these, you were obviously more sensitive and shaken up, so you usually stayed in bed all day.

You groaned as you reached out across the bed to find your phone. After a bit of searching, you found it tangled up in the blanket.

You called Jeongin.

"Hi! What's up?"

"Hey Innie...I can't come today, I'm sick."

You could tell that Jeongin was pouting as he spoke. "Oh..well I hope you get better! Do you need me to come over after my shift?"

"No!" You answered a bit too eagerly. "I mean..no, I'm fine, really! I'll be better by tomorrow."

Jeongin didn't speak for another moment.

Finally, he sighed. "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow! Bye Y/n."

"Bye Jeongin."

You hung up.

The house was eerily quiet, but, you liked it that way.. Usually, whenever Noel was home, she kept the Tv on, because she couldn't sleep without noise, but you, you hated sleeping unless it was completely silent; and for the first few months, when Noel would leave the television on, you'd turn it off in the middle of the night, and it caused constant arguments between the two of you, until Noel had found out about your trauma and put her preferences aside. She had instead decided on using her headphones.

You tucked yourself into bed and tried to get some rest.

...

"Knock knock knock*

You woke up and checked the time. It was 7 pm.

Who the heck would be knocking on your door at 7 pm?

It definitely wasn't Noel, she got off at 8, and usually went out with her friends after work. Maybe she came home early?

You sighed and pushed the covers off your body with a huff.

You grabbed your pepper spray just in case, and went to the front door.

You looked through the peephole and gasped.

"Shit!" you muttered to yourself.

"Y/n open the door, we know you're in there!"

You took a deep breath, fixing your hair and trying your best to look like you hadn't cried your eyes out earlier from a nightmare, but you knew you looked pretty bad, you'd done nothing but sit in bed all day.

You took one more deep inhale and opened the door.

"Jeongin, I told you I was fine! You didn't have to come over, and you didn't have to bring everyone with you!" You whined.

"Yeah well I could tell something was up, and clearly you're not fine." He gestured to you and then let himself in.

You sighed as all the guys practically invaded your apartment. You loved them, but you did not want to deal with eight noisy guys at the moment.

As the guys set down all the food they brought, you went to the bathroom and brushed your teeth and combed out your messy hair. You still had very prominent bags under your eyes, but there wasn't much you could do about that.

When you came out of the bathroom all the guys were sprawled out all over the living room, hanging out.

You sat on the floor next to Felix who gave you a big smile.

You guys all had a good time, talking and laughing, until halfway into the hangout you started zoning out.

"Hey, you okay?" Jisung asked you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You hummed.

"Guys, I-i think I'm gonna head to bed now..I'm pretty tired. You guys can sleep on the couch, it turns into a sofa bed. An air mattress is in the closet and so are the blankets." You spoke.

You could see the guys looking at you worriedly, but you just walked to your room, unbothered by their stares.

You pulled the covers over your head and lulled yourself to sleep.

...

3:27 am.

That's what time it was when you'd woken up to your own screams.

Then you made your way to the bathroom and into the cabinet under the sink.

You thought you heard someone calling your name, but you couldn't tell, you were out of it.

You sat under the cabinet for about five minutes, and then you heard the door slowly opening.

You panicked, had he finally found you?

You covered your mouth and tried not to breathe.

"I swear I saw her go in here-" a voice spoke. You couldn't identify who it belonged to due to the squeaking sounds of the pipes under the sink, but you didn't even want to know.

You curled into a ball, quiet sobs escaping your mouth, as you desperately tried to hold them in.

And then the cabinet opened.

"Y/n?"

It was Chan.

Your sobs grew louder and you flung yourself into his arms.

"Shh, shh. It's okay." He whispered as he rubbed your back.

You heard someone else entering the bathroom, but didn't dare to look up from where your head rested in Chan's chest.

"She's okay, I got it, go back to bed." Chan spoke to whoever it was.

You sat there on the bathroom floor in Chans arms, in silence for a while.

"Chan?" You quietly called out, your voice hoarse and weak.

"Yes?"

"Please don't tell anyone about this."

"I won't, promise. Just, don't worry about that right now, okay?"

You sighed. "Okay."

...

#bang chan #han jisung #hyunjin #i.n #jeongin #lee felix #lee know #seungmin #skz angst #skz fluff #Skz #skz smut #skz x reader #skz x you #skz imagines #stray kids #changbin #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids fanfic #hyunxjinnie

[jesuisici33]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut <3 some more vampire!buck feat. taylor kelly!

For once, Buck is glad he doesn’t need to pick up Christopher immediately after school. Instead it’s Chris’ time with Carla for a few hours before Buck needs to go back to the Diaz household and take care of him tonight. 

It’s not that he doesn’t love Chris – he does with all his undead heart. More than Buck learns to realize. It’s just hard to look at Chris’ smiling face while he’s in Eddie’s house and Eddie’s not there. Hard to pretend to stay positive for his kid while not knowing how Eddie is doing in that hospital and he can’t visit him until he wakes up. 

A little break in his loft where he doesn’t have to fake a smile is a nice relief.

He’s in the middle of taking off the stupid bullet vest when there’s a knock at his place. He must’ve been so lost in his thoughts, he didn’t even hear the heartbeat now assaulting his ears from behind his front door. When he opens the door, he’s met with Taylor’s sympathetic face as she asks to come in.

“I wanted to see how you were doing since…everything.”

Buck could lie to her, however he’s been lying so much to everyone lately, it would be nice to be truly honest with someone. “I hate this. Bobby had to take my phone away because I kept waiting for Ana to tell me that he’s awake.” 

Something flashes across Taylor’s face. If Buck is paying full attention, he might have been able to identify it. “I’m sorry, Buck. Are there any leads to who the sniper might be?” 

He shakes his head. “I keep being told they’re working on it as fast as possible but-” Buck yawns, the day, the weeks, catching up to him. He’s barely had any blood since the shooting. Bobby noticed. In the morning he slides Buck’s preferred water bottle full of bagged blood towards him for breakfast. Then again during lunch and dinner when Buck can only manage a couple gulps. It’s only enough to get him through a couple days, yet not sustainable. Eventually Buck knows he’ll have to truly feed. Yet the idea of it brings up memories of Eddie’s splattered blood on his tongue, and Buck can’t do it. 

The yawn causes Taylor to raise her eyebrows. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you yawn before. Are you sure you’re okay?” She grabs his face to get a better look at him. That’s when she notices his dark circles under the eyes, his more hollow cheeks, and his paler face. He rolls his eyes when she gasps in realization. “When was the last time you fed, Buck?”

“Taylor, it’s not that big of a deal-” She leaves him to go to his kitchen “-really, I’m fine-” he stops when he smells her blood. Glancing quickly over at her, she’s smirking triumphantly with a knife in one hand and a cut on her other wrist. Walking towards him, she offers her bloody wrist to him, her expression granting no argument to refuse.

“Drink.” 

Taking her wrist, he hesitates before bringing it to her lips. Already he can feel his fangs out. Licking his tongue along the trail of blood, he tests it out. AB negative. He can remember the last time he’s had blood from someone who is AB negative. It was so long ago, he made himself slow down in drinking it so he can savor it. The flavor so sweet, almost addictive he wanted to keep  that taste on his tongue for hours after he was done. 

Taylor Kelly might just be his new favorite addiction after this. 

Sinking his teeth in her wrist, he moans as her blood hits that back of his mouth. “That’s it, that’s a good boy. Drink as much as you need.” Buck whines at the praise she gives him. He could go on forever, except he knows he can’t. As much as he wants to keep going, Buck only takes enough that’s the equivalent of a blood donation. When he looks in Taylor’s eyes, they’re slightly glassy from the blood loss. Along with something else there. Despite Buck being the predator, he feels like he’s the prey in this scenario as he keeps staring in those eyes.

“Thanks. I think I have some food for you to help with the blood loss-”

“Don’t worry about it.” Taylor starts to leave when she turns back around. “Hey. If you ever need to feed again, you have my number.”

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[helioshellion]

Another yakuza hc dump from the bucky brain.

Majima

He is one of the few to actually graduate instead of dropping out. He was pushed by Shimano to finish because a man ain’t worth shit if he doesn’t have the smarts to back it up.

Isn’t an animal person one bit. He doesn’t get along with dogs or cats. He likes wild animals like birds and squirrels and stuff like that though. If he had the time he could be one of those grandpas that throws seeds at pigeons. His way of endearment is to insult and curse at them like “hey shiteater have some seed”

Prefers younger kids over older kids he doesn’t get along with teenagers or older kids because they remind him too much of himself therefore he sort of self-hate projects onto kids. However he loves babies and a deep down part of him gets baby fever each time he gets close to one. He wants to hold a baby and kiss its head and lay it down to sleep. He doesn’t want to argue about homework with a “brat” (once again he is projecting)

His car is a shitty mid to late 90s truck covered in rust and scratches. It roars like a son of a bitch and is the perfect spot to have depressed sack of shit benders. There are stains in the seats and burn holes from cigarettes. There’s probably a sexy woman keychain dangling from the rear view mirror.

Teeth are very yellowed and spotted and dirty and he should keep an eye on his dental health but with the rate he smokes there’s not much he can do unless he commits to a steady routine of caring for his teeth. His gums bleed and he gets freaked out so he stops.

Ends up always getting pneumonia or bronchitis in the winter. Every time. He’s immunocompromised so he gets easily laid out by sicknesses.

Actually is interested in metalworks but pretends to think metal sculptures are stupid as shit but he’s got the brain of a middle aged grilldad so he loves watching metal get real hot and make cool object.

Starts using nicotine patches when he’s older. He never quits, but he’s able to cut pack to less than a pack a day.

When not shirtless his attire consists of spotted gross tank tops and jeans of the dad variety, Also ripped and spotted. He’s kept the same bunch of clothes since 1995 essentially. He is a man trapped in time.

Growing up in poverty, Majima tries to keep ahold of the stuff he cares about. His father was much much older and essentially was a generation behind. There’s two sides of Majimas brain where one encourages him to hold onto stuff and the other encourages him to let go and not grow sentimental to things. It causes a lot of migraines.

Back on cars. He actually loves driving. Driving is something he holds a lot of value in and he’s good at it. He encourages seatbelt usage and will hit anyone driving him if they don’t belt up first.

Personal headcanon that his modern relationship with Saejima is. Tumultuous. They care about each other deeply but Majima has never had to live with someone for a long long time and has a lot of habits he’s accrued due to that meaning there’s a certain incompatibility they never had when they were young considering the fact that Majima never lived with Saejima in the 80s. Majima deals with a certain nervousness having someone in such close proximity and Saejima has to essentially relearn how to move and interact around Majima. There’s a part of both of them that somehow just knows what the other has been through, especially in regards to Kugihara’s torture on Saejima and Majima in the hole. They never talk about it, but they feel it.

His leg bounces as a nervous tick, and his teeth grind extremely loudly when he sleeps. It’s uncomfortable for everyone to hear. He snores softly, but needs to be pushed onto his side because he chokes easily on his back on his spit and the coughing wakes him up.

Kiryu

The kind of addict that’s never really able to quit fully. He’s tried, god he’s tried. He’s tried a lot of different routes but it never works. He gets extremely hostile when he doesn’t smoke and he has at times taken it out on the kids in morning glory leading him to the decision to just. Smoke and not try to quit. He cant handle the pain and the possibilty of him yelling at the children again for something that’s not their faults. He smokes more than a pack a day, even in his peaceful times, because his brain never really relaxes. He’s never at peace, not really.

In opposition to Majima, Kiryu prefers older kids. He likes guiding them and helping them and doesn’t like dealing with diapers or hand feeding them or anything like that. He likes talking to them like people.

He eats the kid’s leftovers. (Father overload)

Since my Kiryu is trans, he has genuinely considered at times to carry a child to term. They weren’t that serious but he did consider it. However he went through early menopause in his 40s so it isn’t happening. Before menopause, His testosterone levels fluxuate due to him not keeping a good schedule so theres usually a time where he’ll just menstrate and be like. How could this have happened. And it’s because he didn’t do his injections bitch.

During his transition in the 70s-80s, because of there being no real dictionary for him to really explain how he felt, he ended up falling in with a lot of different crowds in Kamurocho. The city life really helped him reflect. He found a lot of comfort within the small butch lesbian community in the bar scene, and identified with them a lot. It was through the shared support and love that he was able to recognize what masculinity meant to him and how he wanted to be viewed by others. He also engaged with the gay scene as well but felt a strong disconnect due to being transgender, and being fed fearmongering by Kazama. Kazama attempted, but it was his own fears that led him to feed Kiryu harmful anxieties about how he’d be treated and seen by everyone, and told him the only way to survive if he wanted to be yakuza was to stay in the closet about both his gender and sexuality. Kiryu didn’t.

While Kiryu is extremely. Sexually active to put it best (fucks like a beast and gets pussy like a frat star), he is still mostly closed off. It’s through interacting with Majima that Kiryu attempts a level of intimacy he didn’t allow himself before.

The kids are his alarm clock due to not having an internal clock. If they don’t wake him up he can sleep all during the day and completely miss the kids coming home from school. It upsets him knowing that sometimes Haruka will intentionally let him sleep to get everyone ready herself, but he can’t verbalize how it makes him feel.

While he does have a very deep intimate relationship with Majima, most of his conversations on a deep level come from interacting with Date. Date is his closest friend, and is one of the few with a more level head. Date is a regular civilian, and so has civilian advice. It helps Kiryu a lot in his darker times. Sometimes he just needs a pat on the back and a shared beer and be told to keep his chin up, bucko.

Would probably be really good at riding mechanical bull.

He talks to the kids like adults and sometimes that works well sometimes it doesn’t, because sometimes it results in him not giving the proper amount of care and attention in something, because sometimes you need to talk to a kid like a kid. He wants to protect their innocence but he can’t really help himself. Thjs is what happens when adults don’t have adult friends. Sorry kiryu.

As he gets older he has freeze-ups. He will go still and his brain will just. Freeze. It lasts for a couple seconds and it scares him. Nothing scares him more than losing control.

He has a neverending sadness and the only thing that satiates that is blood. He wishes he wasn’t like that. He wishes he was somebody else. He wants to feel comforted by his head on someone’s lap, their hand in his hair, but he can’t help that he just. Is himself. He wants to hurt people and he wants to be hurt because that’s all life is to him. He wants to be held.

Kazumajiiuurrtghhhh

Sex to them is staring at each other from across a bar. Sex to them is tasting each other’s blood after a fight. For all the sex they have they sure aren’t having sex. It works out, though.

Nothing will stop the beast in Majimas heart telling him to settle down and have a family and hold his kids hand and kiss their foreheads and kiss his spouse on the cheek and go to work and- none of this can really exist in the real world, not with Majimas turmoil. He imagines it, though. For how separate their lives are, Kiryu certainly exists in the life Majima deeply wants. Maybe there’s a small jealousy, or some type of envy. Or maybe it’s sadness that Majima and Kiryu can never meet in the middle. It’s an either-or, despite Kiryu being constantly in the middle. Kiryu will always be a bit of a hypocrite.

Kiryu pretends to be asleep when he wakes up, because Majima is always awake first and Kiryu likes to pretend to sleep and just exist in Majima’s space without expecting anything. He’s embarrassed to admit he once groaned in his “sleep” to pretend to be having a bad dream and Majima came over and sat down next to him and put a hand on his head and Kiryu very very enjoyed it. He’s not going to admit that, though.

Majima could literally be the most stable thing in Kiryus life if Kiryu and Majima were able to meet in the middle and see if they can live together, either earlier or in the orphanage. Majima keeps a schedule, Majima is stable, works hard, keeps track of things when he can. Majima would cook dinner, Majima would clean Kiryu’s space without being asked. Majima would stir and stir in his newfound life and never be able to truly settle down like his brain wants. Eventually it would come crashing down, but it wouldn’t be. Destroyed. Everything changes. Deep sigh.

Anyways, Majima can pick and throw Kiryu around and it makes Kiryus brain go hooray and yippee. They kiss like nasty ass gross men because they rarely ever actually kiss. So the times they do it’s very noticeable and nobody likes it. That’s why they only kiss when they’re alone.

#artbucky #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #rgg #majima goro #kazumaji #kiryu kazuma

[bloobluebloo]

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❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

“Mankind cannot grow wings, so they fly kites instead, and tell themselves that they are soaring.” -Ganondorf being a broody bitch to his kid (I write a lot about kites it's...probably something I should unpack at some point) 👻 What is your wildest headcanon? My wildest headcanon? Probably that Ganondorf is really terrified of clowns. I just googled it and it's called Coulrophobia. It's partially why, when I write Ganondorf interacting with Ghirahim that he tries to dismiss him immediately from his presence because Ghirahim sort of reminds him of clowns. He will use him as needed but that doesn't mean he has to tolerate him. 🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

I'm currently very interested in ways that Ganondorf can antagonize Rauru without really trying so hard because he knows that Rauru, just like him, does enjoy having power. Here is an excerpt:

Rauru had more control than this. He should have had more control than this.  However, it had become an addictive feeling. This ability to have this man, who he knew to be evil, who he knew had ulterior motives, under his control. He was not foolish enough to believe that Ganondorf felt any true sense of fealty towards him and his kingdom. In fact, he was well aware that the Gerudo chief had his eye on the secret stone. Too often did the man let his gaze linger over them for a moment too long, betraying his desire to acquire such power. Such were the desires of warmongering surface dwellers, Rauru had long surmised. So long as the power of the Zonai remained in his hands and out of the Gerudo chief’s reach, he would continue to remain under his control. Ganondorf, however, seemed to play just as dangerous a game as Rauru. He knew the man was coaxing him, goading him into exercising his power as king of Hyrule over him. It was as if the Gerudo chief was testing him, attempting to see how far he was willing to go with the power of a monarch in his hands. The king’s tent was set at the edge of Hyrule Field, where one of the larger chasms the Zonai had opened was located. The monsters that lived in the Depths had been crawling out, causing chaos across the land he had vowed to set right, to bring peace to. Naturally, having Ganondorf as his right hand man, he dispatched him to help the Hyrulean forces get rid of the menaces. In that moment, as Rauru observed their efforts from his vantage point, he knew deep in his heart that he was way in over his head keeping Ganondorf as close as he did. The man fought like a vicious whirlwind, cutting down as many enemies as several of his men did in one go. He could see the malicious grin on the Gerudo chief’s face, relishing battle and bloodshed as he mowed through monsters as if they were mere annoyances as opposed to being an actual threat. On the battlefield Ganondorf showed his true nature, that of a warmongering warlord that relished his own prowess and bloodshed. 

Rauru should have him imprisoned, he knows that. However, he could not justify imprisoning a man who had not outwardly done anything wrong, and had, for all intents and purposes, been agreeable to their treaty thus far. It would make him out to be a tyrant, someone who would not accept anyone who posed a threat to his throne. He was not that type of king. 

He just had to keep Ganondorf in line, was that not right? So long as he kept the Gerudo chief close, so long as his eye was always on him, Ganondorf could not do anything. 

And that was why he insisted that the Gerudo chief stay in his tent. After all, his right hand man deserved as much protection as the king himself, the Gerudo chief being a king in his own right. (Not that it seemed like he needed any, given the skill he put on display in battle). 

As Rauru poured over the map on his makeshift desk, marking the territories they had covered, he could not help the prickle he kept feeling at the back of his neck. Ganondorf’s presence was hard to ignore; he knew the man was watching him intently, most likely donning the infuriating smirk that seemed natural on his weathered face. It was unnerving how capable Ganondorf was of sitting still for hours on end, simply watching, obviously scheming, never uttering a word when Rauru was busy with the affairs of his kingdom. Could the man not look somewhere else for once?

Rauru looked up, meeting the Gerudo chief’s gaze with a frown.

“Is there something you wish to say, Ganondorf?”

#thaaaaanks for the aaaaaaask #bloothots #ganonthots #I mean most of this is about my wife so

[royalramennoodlesoup]

i cannot stop thinking about the ballad of songbirds and snakes (like seriously if anyone wants to talk about it lets go)

i mean first i can't get over the fact that suzanne collins did that shit. you know??? i don't mean like ooh she wrote a cool plot twist, NO. i mean she wrote probably one of the best critiques of humanity, and targeted it towards teenagers. and don't tell me she didn't know what she was doing, cause she did.

second, i don't think i've ever read something from the pov of the main antagonist that felt so fucking real. maybe im just every bit as fucked up in the head as coriolanus, but i felt his feelings so deeply. of course i don't condone his actions, but i mean goddamn he was a KID trying to decide how he felt about a situation we can't even begin to fathom.

i don't even know if i could say what i think about dr. gaul without spoiling a lot of the book, but let's just say the dark part of me wouldn't be opposed to seeing how she fared in the games.

DEAN HIGHBOTTOM .·´¯`(>▂<)´¯`·. -i won't spoil anything here either, but seriously from the first thought coryo had about the dean's addiction my heart was broken for him. i just kept thinking about johanna after they rescued her from the capital and how heartbreaking that was.

i would actually die for the covey (barb azure, ily)

i used to call my mother "ma" back when we actually had a good relationship, so y'all already know how that scene went over with me

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #sejanus plinth #thoughts #random thoughts #books #book talk #book thoughts #suzanne collins