#First of all I'm not a homewrecker and second of all he is NOT my type and third of all they're ADORABLE together

[catgirlwarrior]

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#GOD #Just had my birthday party and it was a wonderful time #BUT #My dear friends new mans has the same real name as piano man #and I was trying to tell my other friends (after friend and bf had left coincidentally) that I like PIANOMAN #and they both fucking thought I was saying I am a simp for HER BF #AND I WOULD NEVER #First of all I'm not a homewrecker and second of all he is NOT my type and third of all they're ADORABLE together #my friend knows about pianoman and I told her I had a crush on him before she mentioned her bf and she was like #oml lmao we'll both have a [his name] if you get together that would be so funny #and we were dressed in fancy princess outfits and I was like we need to do this again and hopefully next time we'll BOTH have a [name] #and she thought it was funny #so I didn't think anything of it when I mentioned pianoman to the others and they both got v weird looks and were quiet #and I explained myself but now my RSD is beating the shit out of me #like!!!! I am not talking about that guy I'm talking about the one who played me the piano and is in my audio drama dammit

[disneyprincemuke]

the other woman * mv1

everything falls into place in your mind when max fails to show up for you at the one event you desperately wanted him to be at

pairings: max verstappen x fem!reader

warnings: cheating, jake gyllenhaal type behaviour

notes: hi i know i promised this on xmas eve and then i failed to deliver mY BAD BABY GIRLS! i am trying my best but then again i did get a fever and all but its ok lfg and NO I WILL NOT BE WRITING A PART TWOOOOO

(f1 masterlist)

your eyes watch your front door, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you try to hold yourself back from crying. there's a sob bubbling from the deepest part of your gut as you glance at the clock one more time.

he's late.

but one can also say that he's simply not coming. did he lie when he told you that he would make sure he showed up for you this time? or did he just simply forget about you again?

your eyes have been staring at that door for the better part of the last hour or so since guests started arriving for the party you'd thrown.

a party you'd thrown, admittedly, just to get his attention. you were never one to make a big deal of your birthday anyway, but he made you think otherwise. because he promised you that he would be here no matter what happened. it's stupider that he was the one that encouraged you to throw a party today.

only for him not to show up?

this is the one time you needed him to so desperately show up for you. but here you are, looking like a fool waiting for somebody who wouldn't come; for somebody who didn't even make you a first choice.

because you know that when if push comes to shove, he would still pick her. max would always pick kelly and penelope over you, no matter how much he tells you that he loves you. no matter how many times you endured him telling you that he no longer wants to be with her.

you know better than to be his little secret. your parents had not raised you to be a potential homewrecker, but are you really being one if he's the one that keeps coming back to you?

you've tried staying away, and you've attempted to cut all sorts of contact with him, but he eventually crawls right back to you a couple of weeks later claiming that he will break up with kelly soon.

you've even bought a new dress for the occasion; in max's favourite colour and a cut that you knew he would say you look amazing in.

only for him to bail on you. you'd even taken the effort to sit for an hour to do your makeup and hair. for nothing, essentially.

fast forward a couple of hours of holding back tears and forcing smiles, you're hunched over the couch, picking up empty beer cans and tears streaming down your face. at the end of the day, you're left alone in your apartment with a heavy heart and the eerie silence the room can only offer you.

you watch the last car from your guests drive away. you sigh and throw yourself on the couch, finally letting the tears fall from your eyes. you had no idea it was so difficult to pretend like you're okay until today.

it's totally different when it's got something to do with the heart, it seems. you were totally banking on the fact that he would be here today, at least today. just today. because it's your birthday.

it's your day.

a knock on the door sits you right up, hands darting up to wipe the tears that smudged your makeup. "give me a second!"

"it's just me."

the anger suddenly hits you. so he is available to travel out to come and see you. just not a couple of hours prior when everybody else was here? just not at the time when you actually wanted him to be here?

you stomp your way over to the door and swing the door open and a string of apologies quickly spill from his mouth. you immediately notice the wrapped present in his hand and the bouquet of flowers.

"i'm sorry, i got held up at home," max apologises with a frown. "p had a fever and she wouldn't go to bed unless i tucked her in. i'm sorry, i know i'm late."

you sigh, rolling your eyes. "you're not just late," you scowl, "you missed the party entirely, max."

"oh," he slumps his shoulders, "i was wondering why it was so quiet when i was walking up."

you shake your head and walk further into your apartment. "max, just go home. you don't have a reason to be here."

"what do you mean? it's your birthday," he says gently, following you in. he closes the door behind him and follows you into your living room. "is there still cake? maybe you can blow the candles with me before the day ends? i even got you a present."

"no, i let people take home pieces of the cake," you say softly, returning to your agenda of cleaning your home from the traces of the party your friends left. "what am i going to do with cake that i don't even eat?"

"you bought chocolate cake on your birthday? you don't even like chocolate," he points out softly. "nevermind that, i got you a present!"

"i don't give a fuck about your stupid present, max!" you burst, standing up and turning to finally face him. "i didn't ask for a fucking present! i asked you for one thing and you couldn't even do that!"

he stares at you, dumbfounded with his lips parted in shock at your outburst. you're not typically one to have outbursts, which is the one thing he claims he finds very refreshing about you. you're calm and collected most of the time, and you assess the situation before picking fights. "p was sick. what did you want me to do?"

"you're telling me you're a sole parent to this little girl?" you ask. "kelly couldn't have tucked her in so you could show up to the party that you asked me to throw? on my birthday? max, you had one job and it was to show up for me tonight! i waited for you all night!"

he seems to have lost all ability to speak because he just pulls out a chair from your dining table and takes a seat. "i'm sorry. you're right, i should have been here."

"seriously, max! are you actually ever going to leave them or do you just lie straight through your teeth whenever you tell me that?" she scolds him, throwing her arms in the air. "i'm not stupid, max! this has gone on long enough!"

"i am, and i will!" he answers you, running his hands through his hair. "i just need more time. there's a child involved, i really hope you understand. i can't just leave."

"you say that every single time! it's been seven months!" you cry. "you've made me the other woman for seven long months! am i supposed to just sit here and take that? just because i love you?"

"i do love you! but it's complicated, okay? i can't just leave p like this!"

you clench your jaw. how many times have you heard that excuse in the past year? and how many more times will you be fooled by the sweetness in his voice and his glistening blue eyes? "max, i think you should go. lose my number, and forget that i ever existed. i can't do this anymore."

his head snaps up to you. he quickly walks over to you, throwing his arms around you from behind. "wait, don't say that. please, i promise. i'll leave in the next month. don't leave me. i really don't love her anymore."

"i'm so tired of the lies, max," you sigh, desperately tearing his arms away from your body. you take a step back and turn to him. "you will always choose them over me. it doesn't matter how much you love me, max. you're too attached to them to leave."

"listen to me, okay? i will leave them. and then we can be happy together like we talked about all those nights we spent together," max coos, putting his hands on your shoulder. he bends down slightly to look into your eyes. "please, just give me one last chance - more time. i just need time. i will let p down easily and i'll leave kelly. please."

"i don't know how many more times you think you can fool me with that lie, max!" you frown, shoving him back. "just leave! leave me alone! i refuse to let you make me look like an idiot! i'm better than this."

"i thought you said you understood my predicament. with p in the picture..."

"yeah, for seven long months. do you know how many days that is? how many hours i'd spend with you wondering when you'd finally take me off the backseat and make me your own officially?" you throw your head back and a dry laugh passes your lips. "max, just leave. don't call me again."

"you don't really mean that."

"i do this time," you say firmly, turning around to face him.

you circle around him and walk over to your front door, pulling it open and gesturing towards the hallway. "i'm done. take your flowers and your stupid present and leave."

he does what you say, hesitantly. he keeps his eyes on you, hoping that you will immediately change your mind. he travelled this far to get to you, hoping that you would somehow forgive him for missing your birthday party.

but you're right, now that he's had a couple of seconds to think about it. in the past seven months, he's told you that he'd up and leave kelly and penelope so he can finally be with you openly. it's much harder to keep you in the shadows when everyone's got eyes on him all the time.

perhaps it's the attachment to penelope that he can't get himself to pack his things and call it a day. he genuinely does love that kid. and his girlfriend has her good days - not all make him want to pull at his hair in frustration anymore.

but he also really does love you. if there hadn't been a loveable child in the picture, one that's grown very attached to him, he would have been able to walk away months ago. it could've been that easy.

"just hear me out," max says, stopping right by the door and giving you one last pleading look. "don't leave. not like this. we haven't even had a real fighting chance."

"that's because of you. not me," you answer dryly, looking up at him. "just go. i can't keep having this conversation with you."

"please."

"i gave you too many chances to make this right," you sigh, putting a gentle hand on his back to guide him out the door. you press your lips together as a lump forms in your throat. you're more shocked that you hadn't fully started bawling moments ago. "i should have done this a long time ago."

"i'm sorry."

"i'm sure you are. too little too late." then you close the door on him and whatever could have been with max.

#max verstappen x reader #max verstappen #max verstappen x you #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen fanfiction #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 fanfic #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 fanfiction #f1 fanfiction #disneyprincemuke #disneyprincemuke imagine #disneyprincemuke imagines #disneyprincemuke f1

[kagakuoniryu]

Alastor x reader I've written randomly to vent about a shitty situation I'm currently living

Summary : a new guest you knew from your past life arrive at the hotel, she was that one person who bullied you throigh high school, but she mooks too angelic to be guilty

Code : E/n (ennemy/name)

Tags : fem reader, etablished relationship, angst for the most part, there will maybe be a part 2, mentions of bullying, reader is TRAUMATIZED, english is not my first language, may have some inaccuracy about the show since I'm just projecting, and of course probably ooc characters

It wasn't a bad day, at least not in a place like hell, it was even quite nice, charlie was babbling about a new team bonding activity as usual, and it was nice being with your friends, until around 2 pm...when a new guest arrived...

Oh you remembered her...from high school, so pretty, so popular, she was you best friends ! You should have been overjoyed to see her down here !

Well...not exactly, because she wasn't your best friend anymore, you hardly bear to be in the same room as her, of anger, from your history and how your friendship ended...but also of fear and dread...

You were both teens back then, you and eager to have many friends ! You had your own group of friends, and she was a separate individual, spending her time with her boyfriend often, that's okay by you, you were happy for her, and when that boy left her you welcomed her with open arms ! You became best friend soon, even inseparable ! You heard her badmouth you to your friend group from time to time, but she told you it was okay, it was "to know who was fake" then, one by one, your friends ghosted you, but you had her, she was there at least, making new friends, each time you introduced her they left soon enough, you thought that maybe you were the problem and stopped trying, your best friend was there after all

Until a boy came along, love at first sight for you, he had everything ! He had so much...your best friend wanted him too...and with that, she had him, when you called her out she called you an homewrecker and a toxic friend getting in the way of her relationship, that ended badly and an argument followed, while you stayed on the down low, she texted your few friends left, and any new friends you managed to make telling them how awful you were, so you ended up closing your media althogether, moving away, and never hearing about her ever again

And there she was, she didn't really looked different from her time on her, a round face and blond hair, she didn't looked like she fitted in hell, but you you were different, your body jointed like a doll, mocking your life as the puppet of those who wanted to play you, but if not your appearance, your personnality changed, you were more confident, your boyfriend was a powerful overlord too ! No, not boyfriend, he proposed a month ago after all, he was your fiancee now, and you had friends, through thick and thin, you knew they wouldn't buy into her lie at least !

Having an hard time to breath you sucked it up, maybe she wouldn't recognize you ?

Wrong

How wrong

"Hello ! Welcome to the hazbin hotel ! Guys this is our new guest !" Charlie started with her usually cheerfulness

"Hi everyone ! My name is E/n, I barely arrived in hell ! And I figured that if I could, I would want to be redeemed ! After all everyone deserves second chances !" The girl said back

Her voice hasn't changed, neither her tone, that fake nice tone you used to hear every day, here, one again in flesh and blood, not through a phone, not through class, but..here...

Breathing harder than ever, you only went back to reality when husk called out to you

"Hey ? You seem weird, like you've seen some ghost ?" His tone nonchalant as always showed half concerns, but for him, it was a lot

"A glass, of whiskey, or vodka, whatever you got, strongest you got please"

"Wowowo...alright, that's not your type to drink, what's up...?"

"I-I...I know this girl...she...listens, I can't be in her presence sober, I knew her from where I was alive...we had...some bad conflict...she did some awful things to me, and I got bad issues after that...I said some mean things to her too, we were kids, but since then I'm scared I'll lose all my friends again !"

Husk just nodded at my whispered rant, trying to calm myself, I didn't even insisted on a glass and went straight to my own room since alastor and I didn't shared one yet, not before marriage he said

Later that day, angel vaggie and charlie passed by my room, concerned by my absence, I told them everything, how I ended up abandonning the notion of making friends when I was alive, the calls, the insults, they looked at me with compassion, charlie said she believes that she could have changed, and even if I doubted it, I wanted to believes it

Alastor arrived to spend some quality time with me, dancing on old jazz music far from my time, reading a book, basking in silence with each others

After a while, I thought I could talk about E/n with him, he was my fiancee after all ?

"Al ?" I started, unsure

"Yes my dear ?"

"You know about that new guest at the hotel ?"

"Ah yes, what a cultivated lady, quite entertaining, she was really into songs from the 1980s not my style at all, we had a long discussion about music genres, she's actually quite against modern technology and that picture show"

"Oh...so...you like her company ?"

"She is not insufferable if that's your question"

Finally you decided against your first idea, perhaps she had changed in the end ? Perhaps a new friendship was possible ? With healthy fondation, you could get your bestfriend back !

Wrong again

You revealed her the next day who you were, well, used to be, what linked the two of you back in the living realms, for others, nothing changed, but for you it was subtle, for exemple she never interrupted anyone, but when it came to you each time your mouth opened she would cut you out

She was such a charmer too, a quality you envied her, her audience was captivated, and soon even alastor was her aquaintance, he presented her rosie of course ! Just like he did for charlie !

And just like he did for you...

Rosie found her delightful, and from your tea parties at 3 with her and alastor, became 4, adding E/n

A comment about your appearance back in high school, an embarassing moment you had, a silly crush, every single detail of your life was used to mock you, even your crush on a video game character

Soon you always found excuses to avoid going to the tea party, and spend most of our time outside of the hotel, feeling akward in her presence

You tried talking about it to charlie or maybe vaggie, to no avail, they said how nice E/n was and how much progress she was making, if they weren't saying you sounded silly thinking that in these 3 weeks she took your place, you still felt like it...

And it all confirmed when, after a whole day of searching for everyone, they finally came back to the hotel from shopping...without you

"Finally you're here toots ! We tried searching for ya before going but you weren't anywhere !" Angel started, holding many bags in each arms

"What do you mean ? I was in my room all day ?"

"Wait you weren't out ? E/n told us she saw you leave ?"

"Oh I'm sorry my eyes deceived me...next time I'll still check your room !" As everyone looked sorry I couldn't help but see it, even for a second...

She smirked...

Of course she did, she never changed

This started becoming common occurence, either the others left you behind, or you could leave the entire day without them noticing, and at some point, angel, husk and sir pentious started to distance themselves from you

"Hey angel, hum...you wanna hang out...? Go to a club, or drink with husk, just spend some time betweens pal ?"

"Sorry sweet cheeks, but we're partying with E/n tonight and...she doesn't feel comfortable around you..."

"Wha ? Angel what are you talking about ?"

"She told us about it, about the two of you, hos jealous and manipulative you were, you even tried to make her dump her boyfriend, that wasn't cool of you, I don't want to take side on this, but if I hang out with one of you, I'd rather not force her to be with the other for both your sanities"

"Oh...ok"

That's all you could have mustered, because what was there to muster, you were in hell, all the proof you used to have were on your previous phone in the living realm, but even if angel and the other favored her, mayne your fiancee could understand your side ?

Gently you knocked on alastor's hotel room as he called you to come in, he was currently eating his dinner, a...fresh venison...but you shook your head lightly, taking a sit across the table

"Al, can I vent to you for a bit...?"

"What is it my dear ? But please, spare me your story with E/n, as much as I love a good gossip, the young lady did you a favor by never taking vengance in the living realm, I wouldn't want the two of you to get in troubles once again"

"Al, please it's serious, she's telling lies about le ! And you believes her ? I'm your fiancee ! She's in hell as well !"

"And so are you, and so am I, I am not interested in knowing the why who is were, but I admit your little querrel is...quite entertaining !"

"So your fiancee see her ex bully...and all you think about is entertainment ?"

"Well, ma chère (my dear) as far as we are all concerned, without proof, both of you could be the liar, it's about, who's able to convince the public, just like on a stage"

Alastor's half sadistic smile didn't amused you, you just sighed, getting up, wamking slowly toward the exit of his room, if even your own fiancee, the man you loved refused to believes you, who would ?

You couldn't see alastor's curious expression as you left, he just wanted to prolounge the fun and not outright gives you the solution, but seeing you give up almost made him that for once he screwed up badly

#writing #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #angst #alastor angst #x reader #x reader angst #hazbin hotel x reader

[fairlyang]

Obsessed: All Mine 🕷️

how obsessed can you and miguel get over one another?

w/c: 1.8K

pairing: possessive!miguel x possessivef!reader

tags: 18+ smut. teasing, sm jealousy, toy usage, blowjob, exhibitionism

notes: was thinking of all mine by kali uchis 🫶🏼

part one — part three — part four

Jealousy sometimes has a mind of its own and although you both trusted each other deeply, that didn't mean you could trust others to not try and break you up or attempt to be little homewreckers.

Which would happen unsurprisingly often.

You were both very attractive individuals and when you'd go out together (outside of the spider society), people would tend to have a wandering eye. Especially when you first started going out together.

At first Miguel would joke around and say "can you blame them?"

You were at a fancy restaurant only like two months into dating and the water boy was giving you eyes. He felt almost instant rage deep in his stomach and his hands balled into fists. How was he already starting to feel jealous?

He had no idea how far his jealousy over you would go.

After the first year and a half together it'd just piss him off every time. That was until you both started showing the world you were taken with love bites and lipstick stains.

But after another six months Miguel felt like that wasn't enough so when you weren't looking he hid a controlled vibrator inside your purse.

He just put it in a corner and hoped you wouldn't see it.

You didn't.

And because you wore a bodycon that fit every inch of you to perfection, he knew someone would end up looking at you as if they wanna undress you that very second.

And he was right.

It ended up being the waiter you got that evening. He couldn't keep his eyes to himself and kept staring at your cleavage not even your lips at least.

So as soon as he walked away Miguel knew what he had to do. Since you were sat in a circular booth, he simply pulled you closer to him and kissed your cheek. "I've got a little surprise for you." He whispered and you turned to face him.

"What'd you do now?" You ask in a sigh before he just grinned and held your hand that was on your lap.

"I put something in your purse and I'm gonna need you to be a good girl for me and put it on." He whispered making you gulp and shake your head in disbelief.

"You're insane-"

"Only for you my love." He says and his eyes were practically sparkling looking at you.

"Give me your purse." He mutters and you turn grabbing it then passing it to him.

He then pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened your purse before going through it and grabbed the toy. He pressed a button then connected his phone to it before letting it go and closing it back up, handing it back to you. "Go on."

You chuckle and playfully roll your eyes at him, "only because of some stares?" You teased and stood up to walk off anyway.

Your response only prompted him to smack your ass before you walked away from him. You grinned on your way to the bathroom while he patiently waited.

You made it to the bathroom and quickly realized as you entered a stall how badly it turned you on when he got like this.

He thinks he's so subtle with his jealousy on occasions like this as if it doesn't look like smoke is gonna fire straight out of his ears.

You thought he looked hot like this, just so possessive over his girl. So it wasn't exactly a surprise to you when you pulled your dress up only to find your panties soaked.

You quickly opened your purse and grabbed the vibrator. You bit your lip as you moved your panties to the side and carefully slid it inside you, which was an easy task to do considering how drenched you were.

You slid it as deep as it can go and left out only the thin piece (that's meant to pull the whole toy out). You fixed your panties then pulled your dress down. You then walked out of the stall and looked at yourself in the mirror.

Can you really blame the waiter?

You closed your purse and made your way back to Miguel and that was when you realized how far off your table was from the kitchen and bathrooms.

Maybe this was his idea all along.

As soon as Miguel's eyes locked onto you finally coming back he started moving the little circle on his phone screen up and down slowly. It sent small vibrations straight your cunt as you walked towards him. You squeeze your legs together and stop for a second needing to control your breathing as he went faster.

You closed your eyes taking a deep breath before opening them, straightening yourself up then walking straight to your table as Miguel smirks up at you the whole time.

You tried to walk as normally as you could but he was only making it go faster. You finally made it to him and you just glared at him as you sat down next to him.

"You're so annoying." You mutter and sigh as he finally stopped.

"You know you love it baby." He says and pecks your lips softly.

He pulls away and you're both met with your waiter leaving your plates of food in front of you. Steak in front of you and some pasta in front of Miguel.

The waiter then tries to make small talk only with you but Miguel wasn't having it. And almost as if a punishment he started swiping his finger along his phone, having it under the table with low brightness so this annoying prick wouldn't see.

The toy vibrated inside you mid sentence so you let out a cough then cleared your throat before asking the waiter if you could have more bread to which he quickly ran off to get without a question.

And that began a little game between Miguel and the wanderer's intentions through the rest of the night.

He didn't expect for that piece of shit to still try, he was aware of his own physique which confused him as to why this kid had the audacity to openly flirt with his girl.

You had a more... direct approach.

After deciding to eat at the same restaurant after a few weeks since the last time, (and because you were on your period and craving it) you went back.

This time you were in the hot seat and it really didn't take much for you to almost openly explode.

The waitress asked for your drinks and when she came back with them two buttons were open. The only tip she'd get is the tip of your knuckles straight up her ja-

You shook your head and pretended to be nice, already having a brilliant plan in your head.

At this restaurant all the tables and booths had a white overlay that spilled to the floor. It couldn't get more perfect for you.

As soon as she came back with your food and she walked away with more swing to her hip, you rolled your eyes and went under the table ignoring Miguel's hushed pleas for you to not do it but you got down there anyway.

You pulled on his legs to sit closer to the table and he just groaned, not at all agreeing with what you were about to pull, but moved up anyway.

You grabbed the fabric and move it up so you could get between Miguel's legs and he could grab it in case someone came by to hide you.

You eagerly undid his pants and took his already hard cock out of his boxers. His tip was leaking and the shaft twitched as you gently started stroking it.

You loved how obsessed you were with each other that you'd go to extremes like those to show you only have eyes for each other. And no one else. Ever.

The second you take his tip in your mouth his hands go down to move your head and making you take all of him. You did it with no complaint and closed your eyes, hollowing your cheeks as you took all of him in your mouth.

You pulled back then went straight back down making sure you gagged so if that bitch came back she'd know she stood no fucking chance and that your man isn't even batting an eye at her direction.

You were barely able to hear his quiet moans as you moved your head faster taking as much of him as you could and stroking his shaft because you wanted him to cum fast.

You pull out and stroke him fast with both hands then murmur under your breath, "all mine."

His breath was getting heavier and this entire situation was driving him insane. And you just looked so fucking pretty down there sucking on his cock because you got a little jealous.

When you both know damn well she couldn't keep him even if you gave him to her. He wouldn't leave you even for the world's most famous models let alone some waitress whose trying way too fucking hard.

He felt his heart racing as he watched waiters pass by a couple tables down, they wouldn't be able to see you but he was more scared that he'd be the one to make it more obvious in case he let out too loud of a moan.

It was all just so exhilarating and his heart was pumping loud as you continued taking him so fucking well like always.

Another reason he'd never ever think of leaving you, you were the best he's ever had in more ways than he could count. But your ability to take him down your throat and always, always making him cum had to be top three.

Suddenly he felt his orgasm approach fast, as you took all of him faster and deeper, softly massaging his balls at the same time which only made him grip the fabric as his legs began shaking.

He kept his mouth closed, in a tight line as he somehow fought the urge to groan and moan dirty nothings just for you.

But you understood perfectly and already knew what he was thinking. He pulled the fabric up and watched as you took all of him and just the sight of your big eyes already looking up at him as well as your lips wrapped around him was his last straw and he came hard into your mouth.

You swallowed all of it and looked up at him with those pretty little doe eyes you made for him and then gave him a sweet little smile.

You quickly got up and sat down next to him as he fixed his pants and you twirled your fork into your pasta. Just then the waitress finally made her way back but first gave you a look of disgust, "you have sauce on the side of your lip."

You chuckle and grab it with the tip of your finger before sucking it off as Miguel watched with wide eyes, "just some alfredo sauce." You said rolling your eyes knowing full well it wasn't no alfredo.

#miguel ohara #across the spiderverse #miguel ohara imagine #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara smut #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara fic #miguel smut #miguel x y/n #miguel ohara oneshot #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o hara #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x you

[shadowystan]

yan x yan reader

YANDERE!crush x f!reader – dear diary, (I'm an oblivious, oblivious girl)

(first ask! kinda would've preferred a few more details but beggars can't be choosers lmao. anyway, don't mind if this is utter rubbish; im bored out of my mind)

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You think – only for a second, though – that if you were a yandere subtype like in all those fictions, then you'll be the stalker type.

But then you continue in your little endeavour, promptly diverting your mind from distracting thoughts. It's a gamble what you're doing right now; putting your heart, blood and soul out there to do something this immoral for a mere boy.

But the heart wants what it wants.

The grip you had on your camera tightens, a smile beginning to curl on your lips as you watch him enter the room. Finally, Finally. About time he made his presence known.

Staying perched up on this tree wasn't easy. But you got a good view so it was worth it.

You watched him shrug off his shirt, lean body coming into view for you, you and you alone. How desirable he was, you almost wanted to say. Appreciate his beauty in all its pretty, delicate glory. 

The pants stayed on, you watched with disappointment, but clicked pictures away till your heart's content anyway.

-

You doll yourself up for him sometimes. 

It's not difficult. You've snooped through his phone plenty. He likes the sexy type, you’ve realised, if all the instagram models he liked to thirst over was something to go by.

So you gloss your lips just right. Style your hair a certain way. And powder your nose for a second longer.

(Sometimes, you think the models look a little like you.)

But when you see him on campus, all shining and captivating, you can't help but pass him a bright smile, dimples stretching your face and eyes sparkling like the sun.

You don't quite look sexy there. A little on the cuter side, maybe. But not sexy.

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YANDERE!crush thinks you're just adorable.

He deliberately works out; deliberately rolls up his sleeves; deliberately never changes the password for his phone.

All for you alone.

Deliberately, deliberately changes his clothes right when the window is open and he knows you're watching, all hidden behind the leaves and the green of the tree.

But even more, he is the most deliberate when he follows a new, half naked model every week and amusedly watches you try to mould yourself into her.

It's funny. Slightly pitiful too. And he almost feels bad because it's just not in your nature. To be cool or sexy. To be hot or a diva.

But it's cute. It's cute watching you awkwardly shuffle in mini-skirts just for him. It's cute hearing the pitter-patter of your new heels and almost watching you fall. It's cute how you mask a flustered squeak when he catches you by the waist before you fall and make a fool of yourself in front of the whole campus.

It's cute. It's all so cute. You're so fucking cute it almost makes him rip his hair out.

It's alright though, he'll manage. He has managed since middle school, and then into high school. He'll keep managing in university and the years to come too.

A future with you is a future he's willing to fight for.

And. Well. Kill for.

It wasn't even hard, YANDERE!crush reminisces, to follow this homewrecker of a guy into an alleyway.

And then gut him bloody.

It wasn't hard at all, he thinks again. Far from it. He just had to take a trick from your book: Stalking.

Yes, he's sure, he's willing to kill someone for you too.

And it has a name too – his flashiness, that is – if he was a yandere subtype, he's aware he'd be the possessive, killer one.

#yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x female reader #yandere #yandere!male #yandere x f!reader #yandere!crush #yandere!reader

[oharabunny]

His Cheating Allegations

Description: Going off of my yandere!caretaker!Miguel idea, here's what I think of him in regards to him cheating.

Word Count: 798

Warning: mentions of sex, cheating Miguel, OOC!Miguel, obsession, delusion, not beta read, completely self indulgent fantasies of the author

He has a past of cheating, and he's not proud of it. But ever since he met you, he knew that he would move heaven and earth, the multiverse if you will, just for you. You are literally his whole universe.

He can't really look at other women (or anyone of any gender) the same anymore. Nobody quite compares to you.

You don't really see how because you're dysfunctional and useless to him. You wonder if he's seeing someone else in you.

He doesn't, because there aren't any variants of you across the multiverse.

But still, you think you're a dime a dozen as far as your personality and looks goes. And most people would agree with you.

Which is why it's a mystery how there are still some women that want to throw themselves at him even when he's busy ogling at you through his orange screens.

Maybe they thought they could compete with you.

(To you, they probably could. They'd be more intelligent, useful, witty, pretty, and hard working than you.)

What you and them don't know is that it is going to be a huge challenge to get him to cheat on you.

He's not necessarily infalliable, yes, he can fold, but under very certain circumstances.

Such as, if he was away from home for too long and cannot keep his pent up feelings to himself. He would need the other woman to face away from him, mask on, quiet, body shaped, and skin tone similiarly to yours in order to go through with it. He has to imagine you and your face in order to immerse himself with her.

Even then, it's still not the same and he knows, and realistically, he'll stop midway because it just won't feel as good.

On top of the fact he doesn't want to hurt you. He doesn't want to give you a reason to leave him.

(He would keep it a secret to himself to the day he dies.)

Which is why he's even more reluctant to cheat on you even if he does find someone else attractive because he has to make sure they're completely clean. He can't risk giving you a disease. You're a fragile and helpless being where anything can kill you. (Well, that's just what he thinks.) Your health and wellbeing is above all else.

Plus, he doesn't really have the time to cheat. He's too invested in both you and keeping the balance of the multiverse. You think he has time to go looking around?

Even the most persistent homewreckers will eventually tire out from their attempt to break his gaze on you.

Even the desperate ones.

Here's a scenario:

Other Woman: Miguel~ I'd do anything for you. Please, just give me a chance! I don't even mind being your second wife if I have to.

Miguel: Then would you be able to bear the responsibilities of taking care of my "first" wife above yourself? You'll need to take care of our children too. Fill in for me whenever I'm not home to take care of her. You have to understand that I will always put her, our children, her pets, and her belongings before you. That also means if she doesn't want me to touch you, I won't. Also, if you and I have children, they won't be your children anymore.

Also Miguel: Wait, if I let you take care of her, she might like you more than me and leave me. Nah, fuck that, I don't want you getting in between us.

Other Woman: Okay damn! You psycho! 😥

I don't think he'd do well in a poly relationship like a triad or separate relationship either. In a triad, he'd be threatened by them taking you or even you preferring them slightly more than him in any way. He has to be your number one and only. Even if the dynamics were in his favor, he's so so into you that he's very biased to give all his attention to you since sex for him is about pleasuring you. He wouldn't be a good partner for the third person if they value his attention and care too (they'd be cucked and forgotten most of the time💀). He also doesn't have the time to keep up with other relationships.

Back to the idea of him cheating on you, another way to increase his chances of cheating on you is if you consistently reject his advances and feelings for you. He might do it out of spite and sexual frustration, but he wouldn't find any joy in it especially when he realizes you don't care and you just want to leave. He'd be busy trying to manipulate you into depending on him.

Either way.

He is a you simp through and through.

A/N: This is super self indulgent as you can tell. This will never be who Miguel is canonically nor is it super realistic, but wishful thinking yknow? 🤷‍♀️

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[thewalkingthread]

you're losing me - r.g. (part 2)

part 1

pairing: rick grimes x reader

summary: you're adjusting to life after rick cheats on you

warnings: cursing, rick is an absolute lost puppy without you

author's note: i'm not sure what you guys were wanting in the part two in terms of resolution, but i wrote this with intentions of rick being a loser LOL BUTTTTTT, I can absolutely make an alternate ending where they work it out. but for now, boss babe Y/N.

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It's been a month since you and Rick broke up. The day after you caught him and Jessie you packed all your stuff up and moved into Daryl's little cabin just outside the walls.

It was odd at first, being away from Rick. Being away from Carl and Judith. It was miserable. You were miserable.

You stayed in the cabin for a week straight, despite Daryl's several attempts to make you go into the walls with him during the day. Eventually he stopped, knowing you would face everyone when you were ready.

By everyone, you meant Rick.

Everyone caught on pretty fast considering you moved out of the house, out of the whole community. Maggie and Carol were the first to come see you and ask what happened.

It wasn't until Carl came knocking on the door with Judith on his hip that you decided to take that step and go back in to the walls.

According to Carl, everyone knows what happened. Everyone knows that Rick cheated. Everyone knows it was with Jessie- not like that was a surprise to anybody.

Your first day back inside was awful. Everyone kept giving you pity glances, knowing that you were the victim. You hated it. Yes, Rick cheated on you but you definitely didn't need anyone's pity.

You avoided Rick like the plague at first. Any sight of him you were turning the opposite direction. Whether you liked it or not, Rick is the leader of Alexandria- your leader.

You couldn't avoid him forever. But you sure as hell did your best.

Now a month later, you still weren't okay. Who would be after finding your boyfriend macking on another woman he told you not to worry about?

"I'm here to relieve you of your duties, madam." Abraham bowed deeply to you. You rolled your eyes, handing him the rifle.

"Thank you, kind sir." You laughed, heading down the ladder. Things were a bit easier now. People were acting normal towards you again, everyone was moving forward.

Well, not everyone.

Rick has made several attempts just to get you to glance at him, let alone speak to him. Despite him cheating on you with Jessie, you haven't seen them together since then. It seems that they broke off whatever they were.

It didn't matter though, the damage was done. The trust was broken.

You walked towards the pantry, needing to take note of the things we were running low on for the next run with Daryl.

Your footsteps slow down when you hear commotion by the pond. You see Carl and Ron a few feet apart from each other. You could tell just from their body language that things weren't alright.

You stopped, watching them for a second before deciding whether or not you should intervene. They're teenage boys, surely they can sort out their issues.

"Well your mom is a homewrecker!" Carl shouts at Ron. "She knew my dad and Y/N were in a relationship!"

Ron scoffs, raising an eyebrow at Carl. "It's not her fault your dad is a cheating pig! He chose to cheat on Y/N, sorry my mom's better."

Before you knew it, Carl was lunging himself at Ron. "Take it back, you little shit!" The two boys began to roll around in the grass, wrestling one another.

You ran towards them, other people stopping to witness the commotion.

"Y/N, is the best thing that's ever happened to my dad." Carl grunted, landing a punch to Ron's face.

"Carl!" You shout once you reach the boys. You pull on his shoulder, trying to tug him off of Ron. "Get off of him, Carl." You urge.

Much to your dismay, the boys continue to pull at each other, both trying to land a punch.

"What the hell-" You hear the all too familiar southern accent from behind you. You look around and see a small group of people gathered around. Jessie comes bursting through the wall of people, seeing her son on the ground with a black eye.

Rick manages to pull Carl off of Ron, pushes him back. You grab onto Carl, checking him over to see his bruises that were already forming.

"Do one of you want to tell me what the hell is going on?" Rick shouts at the two teenagers.

Both of the boys glare at each other, neither one of them saying anything. Rick glances around the area, "Nothing to see here." He shoots everyone a look. Everyone scatters except Jessie, who pulls her son off the ground.

"Carl?" He angles his head to his son once the crowd disperses.

Carl scoffs, rolling his eyes.

"Don't you roll your eyes at me, son." Rick clenches his jaw. "You think this is acceptable be-"

Carl stops him before he can finish. "Oh save it, dad! Everything was fine. Everything was great! But you decided to cheat on Y/N and then everything went to shit!" Carl snaps.

“Carl-“

“No! Y/N left and now we’re all feeling emptiness! I’m feeling it, Judith is feeling it- You’re feeling it.”

"You want to talk about acceptable behavior?” Carl scoffs, nodding his head up at his dad. “Check yourself first." He shakes his head before walking away.

You stand there awkwardly. Rick glances at you as if to ask for an explanation. You cock an eyebrow at him and shrug your shoulders.

Carl has a point.

“He’s a smart kid,” You say smugly before heading away.

“Look, Y/N-“ you could hear Rick’s footsteps follow shortly behind you. His hand latched onto your elbow softly, halting you in your spot. “Can we talk… please.”

There was a desperation in his voice that you haven’t heard before. His eyes stared at you deeply, dark bags had formed beneath his eyes and the wrinkles on his face seemed deeper.

“I don’t really think there’s anything to talk about, Rick.” You shake your head at him.

His frown deepens. “There is, there’s so much we need to talk about. I- I need to say things. Explain myself-“

You raise an eyebrow at the scuffed up man in front of you. “Explain yourself? There’s nothing you can say that will justify you cheating on me.” Your voice raises slightly, causing the few surrounding people to glance at you two.

“Y/N, please. Can we just talk?” He glances around. “Somewhere private?”

You sigh deeply, glancing around the audience around you. “Fine.”

You turn on your heels, heading towards the house. Rick followed closely behind you, you could practically feel his breathe on your neck.

Carl was on the living room floor with Judith, playing with some blocks and dolls. His eyes lock on yours when you open the door, a smile spreads on his face before disappearing when he sees Rick step in behind me.

The father and son lock eyes before Rick nods his head towards the stairs. Carl rolls his eyes before pushing himself off the ground and stomping towards the stairs.

“Carl-“ Rick glares at the boy. You put your hands up to stop him.

“I’ll go talk to him,” you shush Rick quickly before following Carl up the stairs. He was on his bed, a comic book opened in his hand.

“Hey, you.” You smile at Carl as you knock on the door frame.

Carl sighs deeply when he sees you. “I’m not going to apologize for hitting, Ron.” He mumbles.

You laugh, head tilting backwards. “Oh, please. I wouldn’t want you to. The little shit deserved it.” You smile at him, stepping into his room. You sat at the end of his bed.

“Are you okay?” You ask.

Carl frowns, shutting the comic book and tossing it to the side.

“I miss you. We miss you.” He says. “It’s different without you. Judith doesn’t sleep through the night anymore, dad can’t cook for shit. The house is a mess, there’s no order.” He ranted on.

“Things between me and dad have been hard. He knows I’m angry with him and so there’s this weird tension between us.” He sighs.

You bite your bottom lip, hearing the frustration and tiredness in Carls voice.

“Do you think I should give him a second chance?” You ask Carl, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Honestly? No. He doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve you.” Carl shakes his head. “You shouldn’t be with something that makes you question their loyalty.”

“You know, no matter what happens with me and your dad… Our relationship will never change. I’ll always be here for you, Carl. No matter what.” You reach out, placing your hand on top of his to give it a good squeeze.

“Thank you for sticking up for me to the little brat.” You smile, lightening the mood. Carl gives you a smile, nodding his head.

“I guess I better get downstairs. Just wanted to make sure you’re okay. And hey, cut your dad some slack… what he did to me was wrong, but that’s an issue for me and your dad.”

Carl nods his head in defeat as you walk towards the door.

“Hey, Y/N.” You stop, turning back at the teenager.

“I meant what I said. He doesn’t deserve you.”

You give him a tight lip smile and nod your head before heading downstairs. You could hear Judith’s cries from the top of the stairs. Your heart instantly breaks at the sound.

Rick’s in the middle of the living room, bouncing Judith in his arms in an attempt to soothe her. Her cries seemed to get louder as soon as she saw you walking down the stairs.

Her cries turned into screams as she thrashed in Ricks arms.

“Ma!!” She cried, reaching for you. “Ma-maaa,” she screams between cries. Rick looks at you desperately as you approach the pair.

You reach for the toddler, your hands grazing Rick’s at the hand off. The screams instantly subsides once she’s in your arms. She hiccups as she clutches onto you.

Rick sighs and falls onto the couch. You sit at the opposite end of the couch, Judith lets her head rest on your chest, trying to calm down.

“Carl said she hasn’t been sleeping well,” You break the silence between you.

Ricks eyes squeeze shit as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “None of us have since you left,” he mumbles.

Your heart breaks a little at the thought. You don’t say anything after that, not really sure what to say. Rick shifts his body towards you and you really take in his current appearance.

He looked tired.

“I know I messed up,” he starts. “I know there’s nothing I can do to change what I did. But I want to fix this- I want to fix us.” The desperation stays in his voice.

“This past month has been absolute hell, without you. I’ve been- I’ve been miserable.”

Good.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for hurting you, I’m so sorry for ruining us. Please just let me make it right. Please give us another shot, Y/N.”

The way he was looking at you right now was almost enough to make you crack.

Almost.

"I can't," I said quietly. The room fell still. Silence enveloped us in a suffocating hug.

"I'm sorry, Rick. I can't." I repeated. I felt tears well up in my eyes, saying it out loud.

It's taken an entire month for me to even be able to look Rick in the eyes. I was a few begs away from giving in and taking him back.

He doesn't deserve you.

Carls words rang in your mind.

"I think you and I both know the end of our relationship began as soon as we stepped into this place." You frowned. "Whether you meant for it to happen or not, you allowed this place- Jessie, to drive a wedge between us." You sigh.

"You." You lock eyes with him. "Not me." You shake your head.

"I let it go on for a while. I forced myself to just deal with a lot of the stuff. The late nights, missing dinners, forgetting dates." The memories of you waiting endlessly for Rick caused a scowl to settle on your face.

"I really wanted us to work. I loved us. I thought we were it." A small chuckle leaves your mouth. "I would've lassoed the moon for you if I could. Even though you hurt me over and over again with each lie, I wanted to stay. Because I loved you with everything I am."

Rick's jaw clenches and his eyes are moving around the room repeatedly before settling onto yours sadly.

"Loved." His voice cracked.

You gave him a tight sad smile.

"I asked Carl if I should give you another chance." You clear your throat. "He said, no."

Rick tugged his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Said you don't deserve me."

Rick chuckles with a nod. "He's a smart kid," Rick echoes what you said earlier that day.

"I really did love you, Rick." You reach over, latching his hand in yours. "I'll always care for you. For the kids. Y'all have a special place in my heart." You nod, holding Judith close to you.

"Would you believe me if I said I do love you?" Rick cocked his head to the side. "That I'll spend every day of my life loving you even if you hate me." Something in his eyes tell you that he's being 100% honest.

You squeeze his hand 3 times.

"Thank you for everything." You offer him a smile. Despite better judgement, your body leaned towards him, capturing his lips with yours for one last time.

Rick sighed deeply, taking you in for the last time.

Rick watched as you got up to put Judith to sleep. Then he watched as the love of his life walked out the door because of his stupid mistakes.

#Rick grimes #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead one shot #Rick grimes one shot #Twd #Rick grimes fanfiction #Rick grimes fanfic #Carl grimes #Daryl Dixon #the walking dead fic #Rick grimes fluff #rick grimes x female reader #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for being truthful with my husband's coworker?

I (23f) have a husband (25m) who is very close with his coworkers. They come over to our house a lot for DND, holidays, etc.

One of his coworkers, N (27m) and I were close. N is very charismatic and flirts with EVERYONE. My husband legitimately did not care, I've even showed him me and N's texts before which look the same as my husband and N's- yes some flirting but nothing actually serious. Most of it is joking

Well, N started dating someone they all work with, J. I had never met J, I have 0 clue her age. The first time we met, I tried to be inviting as there isn't a lot of girls around except those of us that are married or who already are coworkers. She seemed shy, maybe a bit socially awkward.

Then the second time, I caught her pointing at me and whispering to her best guy friend and they both started laughing. It felt like I was in high school, but I ignored it. N had been out of the room. This was at MY house.

We've met a handful of times since, and by a handful I mean literally 5 times. Every time she does not say a word to me. I've tried talking to her and she'll blankly stare at me. So I've stopped. If she doesn't want to be friends that is her choice.

Except my husband caught her vagueposting about me on social media. N doesn't have social media fyi. She basically posted the exact outfit I was wearing, something that happened, and then put "what a dumb situation caused by someone stupid, but at least the outfit was cute". She also replied to a comment saying i was flirting with her man and a homewrecker, which is why I brought up how N is because he is like that with EVERYONE. So I haven't liked her since because, sure she can be upset with N and me joking and "flirting" even if N is like that with every coworker and even my husband, but to post about me and call me stupid just seemed petty and rude

I asked N if she was uncomfortable with our interactions, because J had me blocked on social media and I couldn't ask her, and N said she shouldn't be because he treats me no different then anyone else.

Well, any group hang outs she doesn't come to. There is always an excuse, and I dont even want to invite her because of what she said about me. Except for DND which I am not a part of (I do enjoy it, but the way they play is so fast paced and im dyslexic and not good at math, I have a better time watching then playing so I do other things while they play, it also gives my husband time to enjoy a hobby he likes alone). Anytime J is over for DND she ignores me or whispers to her guy friend when I'm around. N is still N, flirting with everyone (me, my husband, the guy who plays an orc, J, etc.). I dont even think he is intentionally flirting i think he is just very charismatic and some stuff he says can be taken that way

Well most recently N invited us to his house so me and my husband went. J came home started talking to everyone there and then saw us and went to her room (N, J, and two other people live together). She didn't come back out the entire time me and my husband were there, but I found out later she came out once we were gone.

N texted me asking my opinion of J. I was truthful and said, and I quote "Well she seems smart and she is pretty, but I don't really know her. I don't think she likes me, which to each their own. I wish she was a bit more polite about things when she is at my house. Cant really speak on someone i dont know except that shes a bit cold and not who i had thought you would be with.. Otherwise, as long as your happy, what does my opinion matter?" To which N replied "so you have a bigger opinion" and then blocked me.

My husband agrees with me but N is his best friend, they haven't discussed it at work. I have seen J recently, we ran into each other at a store, and she called me a bitch (I guess N told her what I said). AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[bcdrawsandwrites]

[ID: A Team Fortress 2 fic banner featuring a silhouette of Pyro using the stock flamethrower and setting things on fire. Pyro is light gray with darker outlines, with its class symbol and canister markings in orange, and its lenses yellow-white. They are on a dark gray background with faint gray text behind them reading numbers from 999,996 to 999,999. The title is in the top right in yellow-white text on a darker background reading, "CHAPTER ONE: PYROMANCY." /end ID]

Flickering

Fandom: Team Fortress 2 Rating: K+ Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Friendship Characters: Spy, Pyro, Engineer, Medic, Sniper Warnings: General references to trauma, TF2-typical violence Fic Description: After the events of the comics, the mercs try to go back to how things were, but it’s never that easy.

Spy can see his teammates going through their own struggles… but something seems to be very, very wrong with Pyro in particular.

And since no one else seems to be doing anything about this, Spy makes it his mission to get to the bottom of what is troubling Pyro. For no particular reason. Beta Readers: @mechmolar, @gonturan0, @junuve Notes: I have no idea what was supposed to happen in the final comic, so for the sake of my sanity I'm going to have the mercs go back to business as usual, somehow.

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Chapter 1: Pyromancy Summary: In which Spy takes on a new mission.

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After everything was said and done, the scars they endured were more than physical.

Sniper had been the first to admit it, quietly mentioning during the chaos between rounds the fact that he sometimes still felt the pain of bullets long-gone, and not the ones they endured from their usual matches.

(The matches had resumed, even after the death of all three Mann brothers. It was a touch of normalcy that they all needed.)

Heavy made frequent trips to Medic's office, not for any treatment, but just in case there was still some Australium left in that brute's veins and he came after them again.

Spy, meanwhile, had escaped unscathed and had absolutely nothing to hide from anyone.

But as for the others, this was, of course, all very normal. They'd all been through a lot of strange events—or stranger than usual—and a bit of lingering trauma was to be expected. Nothing to be concerned over.

Except for one thing.

Spy had noticed it during a match. An enemy merc had been preparing to sneak up on Pyro, who was removing a sapper from a sentry. But the second they got too close, Pyro swung around with its homewrecker, striking the merc again and again until they despawned. On the surface it had seemed little different from how Pyro usually handled things. Even so, something about the incident felt... off to Spy.

So he decided to keep an eye on things. During matches, whenever he could, he would take a moment to observe Pyro. He observed it charging into battle, firing its flare gun with impressive precision. Efficient, and yet...

Another moment he caught was when it had a brush with an enemy spy. The spy had just attempted to backstab Pyro when it swung around, striking with its ax and slashing, again and again. When the bloody remains disappeared, Pyro stared blankly at the red stain they’d left behind for a few uncomfortable moments before moving on.

At this point, Spy wasn't even sure what he was looking for, or why he cared, beyond the fact that it was his part of his job to study people's behavior should he need to imitate it later. No one else had taken notice of any of this—or if they had, they said nothing of it. If he just dropped the matter, likely no one would care, and they could continue to move past the mess from the past six months.

...But a little poking around wouldn't hurt. It wasn't like the Administrator was sending him off on any high-profile missions right now.

Engineer's workshop was meticulously organized, and a place Spy did not typically set foot in, for good reason. Instinctively he cloaked the second he heard the beep. The sentry's gun was trained on him anyway, but, recognizing a friendly merc, did not shoot.

"I'd say it's funny seein' you here, if I could see you," Engineer said, following his sentry's eyeless gaze.

With a snort, Spy de-cloaked.

Engineer's gaze darkened as he rested the Gunslinger over the top of the machine. "You ain't here to practice with those sappers of yours, are ya?"

"What? No. I have no need for that."

"Huh." Withdrawing his prosthesis, he relaxed slightly. "What can I do ya for?"

"I seek... information." Spy strode closer, idly lighting a cigarette. "You often work with Pyro, no?"

Engineer shrugged. "Well, sure. Don't need to explain to you how we collaborate on the battlefield. Sometimes collaborate here in the workshop, too. That fella's got a knack for makin' new flamethrowers, and it'll sometimes ask for my input." He tilted his head. "Why? You lookin' to partner with it for something?"

"Ugh, no." Spy shuddered. "No. I was wondering if you had... noticed its behavior on the battlefield as of late."

At that, Engineer leaned forward, rubbing a finger against his chin. "Lately? Mumbles's been doing pretty well on the battlefield. Better than I can remember, even." Shrugging, he sat back. "Guess it's been missin' the usual matches, pointless as they are, same as the rest of us."

Exhaling a stream of smoke through his nose, Spy looked the Engineer in the goggles. "And outside of battle?"

"Dunno. Haven't seen it much."

"Do you find this... concerning?"

"Nope." Engineer looked away. "I know I was pretty much out of the fray for all of that, but it sounds like all y'all had it pretty rough. Don't blame anyone for wantin' to take a bit of time to themselves. I'm sure it'll come around."

"Perhaps." Sighing, Spy turned, heading back toward the door. "I'll leave you to... whatever sort of contraptions you have here."

"What are you worried about?"

Spy stopped in the doorway. "What?"

"You ain't the type to come in to ask about someone for no reason."

Spy glared over his shoulder. "I worry about nothing."

"All right," Engineer replied, and resumed tinkering with the sentry. When the fellow merc said nothing more, Spy went on his way.

No, he was not worried. But as his mind wandered back to their short time imprisoned in Gray Mann's base, he was wondering. And there was someone else who might be able to satisfy his curiosity.

Medic's lab, in contrast to Engineer's space, was cluttered and chaotic, not helped by the doves nesting and perching wherever they could find space, nor the young baboon scampering around the floor. The sight of Heavy sitting on a chair made Spy pause, wondering if he was interrupting something, only to realize that the Heavy was only reading a book. He did not look up when Spy entered. The baboon, meanwhile, scampered up to Medic (who was studying something at his desk) and tugged on the hem of his coat.

"Ah, Aristotle. Did you find it?" Medic asked, bending down to accept a small red vial from the baboon's paw. "Let's see..." Adjusting his glasses, he peered at the vial's label, only to frown and toss the vial aside, where it shattered on the floor. "Aristotle! I told you I needed an O-positive blood sample, not another B-positive!"

The monkey, evidently named Aristotle, gave a sad chirp.

"Now, now, try again," he said, and shoo'd the monkey off. "Unless you want this experiment to fail, anyway." He watched the monkey scurry back across the room and run past Spy, and did a double-take. "Ah, Spy! I didn't hear you come in."

"I should hope not, or else I'd be doing my job poorly." He sidestepped the broken glass as he approached.

"Are you recovering well from your emergency blood transfusion?" Medic asked, flipping through some papers at his desk.

"Actually, I had a question about that."

The Medic's face lit up. "Ah! You're in luck!" Setting the papers down, he gestured excitedly toward a series of vials lined up in front of him. "I'm currently working on a method of separating different blood types that may have gotten—hmm—mixed together, by some means, and I needed a human test subject to—"

"No."

Medic's expression immediately soured. "Oh." He turned away, flipping through the papers again. "Well what do you want? I'm very busy."

"You also performed an emergency transfusion on the Pyro, did you not?"

"Oh, yes!" Medic smiled as he held up a paper; Spy was able to spot the Pyro's class symbol on it. "Yes, it's always fascinating working with that one."

Spy didn't have to ask what was fascinating about the only non-human mercenary on their team. "Did you notice anything... unusual when you performed the operation?"

At that, Medic scratched his head. "Well now... I was quite busy at the time, trying to prevent everyone, including you, from dying from blood loss, you know. I didn't have time to focus on the details."

"But you did open Pyro's suit to slice it open and fill its chest cavity with blood."

"Yes, yes. Your point?"

"And you didn't see anything strange when you did this?"

Medic clicked his tongue. "I told you, I had no time to focus on the details!" Sighing, he turned back to his desk. "Besides, it's hard to notice anything past all that soot."

Spy paused. "Soot?"

"Yes, it gets everywhere," Medic replied, as though that had answered the question. "Anyway, why do you ask?"

Tempted as he was to ask about what on earth lied beneath that suit, he held himself back, and very nearly shot back a "classified" at the doctor. However, something else struck him, and he hummed. "You worked with those other mercenaries for a time. Were you familiar with their pyro?"

"Oh, Beatrice?" Medic chuckled. "Yes, she was an interesting one. Quite sadistic, I would say. But what does this have to do with—?"

"She interrogated our Pyro for an extended period of time, and I am wondering if this may account for its strange behavior."

"Strange behavior?" Medic echoed, then laughed, the noise grating on Spy's ears. "No, our pyromaniac is just as crazy as it ever was, in case you haven't noticed! Perhaps you could do with a head examination." In one swift motion he retrieved a clipboard. "I could put you in for next Tuesday—"

"No, thank you." And with that, Spy strode out of the lab, nearly stepping on Aristotle's tail on the way out.

As he crossed the base, he tossed his cigarette to the ground and stomped on it as he passed.

This was ridiculous. Was it not obvious to anyone else? Or was he really just looking for something that wasn't there?

He found himself glaring out a window, staring out at the desert. It was growing dark, now, and he had no reason to be hanging around here—several of the other mercs had already gone home, or to whatever hole they slept in.

The hair stood on the back of Spy's neck, and he whipped around to see someone staring at him from the other end of the hall. He shuddered. "Don't do that."

"Am I not allowed to look at people without a scope up to my eye?" Sniper asked, approaching Spy. He held a cup of coffee in his hand that fogged up his glasses as he brought it to his mouth. Nonetheless, he joined Spy in looking out the window. "You're here late."

"As are you." Spy glared out into the darkening twilight. "Don't you have a van to sleep in?"

"Don't much feel like sleeping," Sniper answered, taking another swig of coffee.

"Then go somewhere else to produce your jarate."

The Sniper only heaved a sigh. "Went to the phone again."

"Yes, very exciting." Spy continued to glare out the window before it struck him what the man was talking about. His annoyance quickly melted. "...Oh." He hesitated for a moment before glancing at Sniper. "My apologies."

"Been a minute since I've done that," he said, and shook his head.

The two stood in awkward silence for a moment.

"...Since you're here," Spy said, "perhaps you could help me with something."

With a lifeless shrug, Sniper did not look away from the window. "Shoot."

"Tempting as it would be to kill you right now, I must decline," Spy said, eliciting a chuckle from the other merc. "Have you paid any attention to Pyro on the battlefield?"

"Some. It watches my back sometimes. Why?"

"Have you noticed anything... strange about it?"

"Hmmm." Sniper turned to face him, and Spy nearly got his hopes up. "Why, have you?"

Spy grit his teeth. "At this point, I'm starting to wonder. Its behavior seems unusual to me for some reason, but no one else in this stupid base seems to think so."

"Everyone's been actin' different, mate. Including you."

Something snapped, and Spy pounded a fist against the windowsill. "Can you answer the question or not?"

Sniper was silent for a moment before he tipped his head back, draining the rest of his coffee. "If somethin's up with Pyro, it hasn't said anything to me about it."

"You—!" Spy sputtered, but Sniper was already leaving. He glared after him, fuming, before spinning around and storming toward the base's entrance.

But as he neared the door, he froze.

It hasn't said anything to me about it.

That was it.

The next day, during their match, Spy kept a closer eye on Pyro than before.

The merc was charging through the map, blasting its flamethrower at anyone and everyone who came near it. If a fellow merc was ever on fire, it quickly put them out before going straight back to setting everything else on fire.

Months ago, when committing such atrocities, it would typically be giggling and laughing and whooping in glee as it stormed through the burning destruction.

Now, it was dead silent, its movements sharp and hurried as it set every enemy in sight ablaze.

Spy, who was cloaked, nearly gave himself away, laughing as his suspicions were confirmed. Yes, something was for sure wrong with Pyro, and he was not going crazy. Satisfied, he resumed his role in the match as normal, decloaking and backstabbing a soldier that the Pyro had missed.

But as the match came to an end and the team returned to their base, it dawned on him: Yes, he'd confirmed that something was wrong with Pyro.

But he still didn't know why.

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[runningfrom2am]

achilles heel - I: Ben's Sister

summary:

Grace is the very opposite of her brother in every way. when she finally moves onto campus at UNC Chapel Hill, she feels like she gets to be her own person, make her own friends, and hopefully start a promising career in the museum industry, and maybe, one day, get married to her high school sweetheart and live the American dream for herself. Rafe Cameron however, upon their very first meeting, throws a wrench in her very perfect plan.

tags/warnings:

rafe cameron x fem!oc, rafe is giving very much homewrecker, fanon!rafe (kinda), college!au, friends to lovers, slow-burn (maybe?), minimal oc description, drug and alcohol use, mostly unedited, (these tags are not exhaustive, lmk if i should add anything!)

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January 4th, 2019

B: i'll be at the caf in 10 if you want to grab breakfast before class

Her phone buzzes twice in quick succession as the screen lights up on the table in front of her. She leans over to read it, putting down her coffee mug and rolling her eyes slightly to herself. Grace had already eaten the same thing she always does, being frozen strawberries and whipped cream for breakfast, and is finishing up her first of several cups of coffee for the day when she receives this text from her brother.

g: okay, back table in the corner

She sends her quick reply and goes back to what she was doing, pretending to read her textbook and hoping to absorb at least the key points before her eight am class. So far, this method has worked well for her. Only one semester down so far, but with a 3.91 GPA, Grace is feeling pretty good about her academic career.

Her brother, Ben, on the other hand, got into the same school on a scholarship for soccer, and Grace is pretty positive he's only doing the same degree as her so she can tutor him while he lives in a frat house. Which he very promptly moved into after orientation, leaving Grace on campus alone, and she didn't mind it one bit. Having some space from her brother and her parents for the first time has been amazing.

Grace looks up as her disheveled-looking brother slides into the seat across from her at the table, practically throwing his plate down. She removes her headphones to hear what he's saying. "Huh?" She asks, prompting him to repeat himself.

"I said..." He draws it out, clearly frustrated his sister didn't listen. "You're already reading that? It's only the second class."

"Oh, well yeah, they're assigned readings for a reason." Grace replies, putting in her bookmark and closing the book, shoving it in the bag at her feet before looking back at her twin brother. He looks like he just rolled out of bed, which, of course, he did.

"Right. Give me the summary then, yeah?" He asks through a mouthful of cinnamon and sugar toast.

Grace sighs a little. "So, basically, there's this guy, totally a dick." She begins to explain and Ben nods, but he's already looking down at his phone. "So he shoots this elephant, right, and then someone else shoots him, and then that's how the third world war started."

"Wait, what? Really?" Ben asks, his attention suddenly drawn back to her.

"No. There was no World War III, dumbass." She replied flatly, crossing her arms over her chest. "Do you even know what this course is about?"

"Not yet but that's why I'm here isn't it?" Ben chuckles, taking another bite of his toast and instantly chasing it down with his orange juice.

Grace cringes a little as she watches that. "Not exactly..." She replies, looking down at her watch. "We have fifteen minutes. We should probably go, we have to get all the way across campus."

Ben nods and shoves the rest of his one piece of toast in his mouth and picks up the other to carry with them while they grab their bags and clean up the table.

No one really knows what it is about the first week of the semester, but Grace, as well as every other girl she's seen so far, has fallen victim to the idea that you need to look put together and organized knowing damn well that by two weeks from now, she'll be showing up in pyjamas. But today, for the time being, she's actually wearing jeans and makeup to class.

They walk across the beautiful campus that overlooks the city from a hill. It's January, but the sun is rising and there's hardly any snow left on the ground, not that there ever was much to begin with at UNC. Grace grips her coffee cup with both hands to try and warm them- it was probably an oversight to leave her gloves back in her dorm.

They make it inside and find their classroom, walking in and looking around, scanning to see open seats. Grace's eye lands on a table with two seats that no one is sitting at, and makes a beeline for it, placing her bag down before realizing her brother isn't at her side anymore.

"Hey, man, how's it going?" She hears as she looks back over her shoulder, seeing her brother grabbing the hand of a boy sitting in the back row. She sighs and sits down as he sits in the back with someone she's assuming he knows from his frat or soccer or something,

"I'm pretty good. Don't know why I took an eight am but here I am I guess." Ben's friend, Rafe, says as Ben takes a seat next to him.

"Honestly, same." Ben laughs slightly, pulling his laptop out of his bag and placing it on the desk.

"Hey, uh..." Rafe starts, leaning closer to his friend and lowering his voice. "Who's that girl you came in with?"

"Why?" Ben asks, taking on a defensive tone as he digs around in his bag, looking for his textbook.

Rafe instantly shakes his head, leaning back in his seat. "Just wondering." He says quickly, looking forward at the long-haired girl sitting a few rows in front of them. "I didn't know you had a girl- I just thought you would have told the team."

"What? I don't." Ben looks up at him to see his friend staring at his sister. "That's just Grace. My sister." He admits, leaning back in his chair as well.

Oh, his sister. Rafe thinks to himself, nodding slightly in response to his friend, that was now watching him, watching his sister. Time to look away. "You have a sister?"

"Uh, yeah, dude."

"You never talk about her," Rafe says, glancing back at her.

"Not much to say I guess." Ben shrugs in response. "Uh, we're twins, I don't know she likes to read apparently. She's a history major, she lives here on campus. I don't know what really there is to add."

"Oh, really? I was thinking of doing history."

Ben laughs. "Dude, as if Ward would ever let you even think about taking anything other than business. Pretty much the only thing you can do with history is write or teach, that's boring as hell."

Rafe sighs, he knows Ben is probably right. "I mean, like, I wouldn't hate that. At least it would be my choice."

"Yeah, I mean, whatever you want man. Why not, right? Being a prof makes bangin money too. People respect you and shit-" Ben rambles on but Rafe isn't really listening. His eyes are trained again on the girl sitting closer to the front of the room, as her hair cascades over her shoulders when she leans forward more, writing something down in a notebook.

"Right?" His thoughts are interrupted.

"Oh, yeah, totally." Rafe nods, completely unaware of what his friend was talking about by now.

"Okay, so we've got some new faces in here today." A man who Rafe assumes to be the prof says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention as the room quiets down. "You, in the back there. You missed introductions on Monday, so basically we all shared our names, our majors, and what year we're in if you'd like to share as well."

He's looking dead on at Rafe in the back, and everyone's heads turn to look at him. "I, yeah, sure. I'm Rafe, uh, this is my first year, so I haven't made any big decisions yet, but I'm thinking about majoring in history." He says, making eye contact with Grace and giving her a slight smile.

"Right, yes, Rafe Cameron. You're on the soccer team with Ben here. Your dad is Ward, right?" The prof asks and Rafe nods.

"Yes sir."

"I've met your father, he's a really nice man, hey?" He grins and Rafe nods again slightly in response, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "Anyway, let's get started, shall we? Did everyone get the readings done?"

——

Grace gets up at the end of class, placing everything in her bag and her headphones back in, assuming that her brother would take off with his friend.

"Shouldn't we wait for Grace?" Rafe asks Ben as his friend turns to the door.

"Nah, I'll talk to her later." He shrugs in response. "Come on- we've got practice this afternoon and I want to have a nap first."

"Hold on one sec," Rafe replies, holding his hand up at his friend signaling for him to wait, and watching as Grace turns around evidently surprised to see them still standing there looking at her- waiting.

"Oh, hi." She says, removing one of her headphones.

"What did you think of the first real lecture? Did you write down every word?" Ben asks her and she laughs a little.

"No, but I'm glad we're getting into something interesting at least." She replies, avoiding eye contact with his friend, who's watching her intently.

"Hey, uh, I'm Rafe, by the way." He says to her before Ben can get a word in.

Grace looks briefly at her brother, who is staring at Rafe with an indecipherable look on his face. "I'm Grace." She says, looking back at her brother's friend and smiling politely. "You said you want to take history? That's my plan too." She adds, making an effort to move the conversation along so they don't just all stand there staring at each other.

"Yeah, I mean, maybe. My dad wants me to take business because he owns a company and I'll have to take it over eventually and all that crap." Rafe shrugs as the three of them head for the door.

Grace nods at that, shoving her hands in her pockets as they walk out the door and down the hall. "My boyfriend was supposed to take business too, or that was originally his plan in high school. He decided to go into chemical and electrical engineering instead and he's loving it, but I guess it's a bit different than your situation but I still think it's important to do what you want, not what other people want you to do." She shrugs, as Rafe looks at her brother, giving him a 'what the fuck, man?' expression.

Ben raises an eyebrow at him, the silent exchange finished with his confusion, and Rafe quickly continues his conversation with the girl who wasn't watching them, eyes straight ahead as she walked. "Yeah, I guess you're right. My plan right now is to sell it as soon as my name's on it, so my degree won't really matter."

"Yeah, you probably don't need a degree in business for that." She agrees, laughing slightly as she shakes her head.

As the three approach the end of the hall, Rafe takes a few quick steps forward to grab the door, and Ben smiles at him, laughing slightly and patting him on the shoulder as he walks through. "Thanks, bro." He steps outside, leaving Rafe to stare at the girl who took a turn down the hall instead of following them out. 

"Not going back to dorms?" He asks her, making her turn as she continues to walk backward staying with the flow of other students.

"I have a class in C building in ten minutes- this way is much faster. It was nice meeting you!" Grace smiles with a slight wave, popping her headphone back in as she turns around and continues down the hall. Rafe smiles back and raises his hand in a quick wave, sighing as he's stuck holding the door for a few more people before he can follow Ben.

"Dude, you didn't think to tell me she has a boyfriend?" Rafe asks, jogging slightly to catch up with his friend.

"Sorry, didn't think you'd be into my sister. Didn't think it mattered- that's not like, the most important thing about her, you know." Ben scoffs, shaking his head.

"Well, of course not. Would've been nice to know, though." Rafe grumbles, adjusting his bag on his shoulder.

"You're not hooking up with my sister. Listen, even if she wasn't dating that loser I wouldn't let you. That's like, fucked up." Ben says sternly. "What would you say if I said I was into Sarah, huh?"

"Dude- gross. She's like, seventeen." Rafe shakes his head, scrunching up his nose at the thought.

"Exactly." Ben agrees. 

"Okay, well, that's different."

"You're digging yourself deeper and deeper man- you've just got to let it go." Ben insists, turning to walk towards his car on the opposite side of the parking lot from where Rafe parked his bike. "I'll see you at home!" He shouts back.

"See ya'," Rafe replies, walking in the opposite direction. He pulls the other side of his backpack over his shoulder, holding tightly onto the straps as he makes his way back to where he parked his bike- completely unaware that he was being watched through an upstairs window in C building by his friend's sister.

ahhh finally part one!! i’ve been working on this one for a hot minute so lmk all your thoughts and everything- i don’t have the whole thing planned out so also if anyone has any requests on where this should go, pls lmk!!

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[lamonnaie]

GMMTV 2024 Part 1 roundup :)

it's been a day, i've had some time to gather my thoughts, so i wanted to get them all down in one spot. (Only really gonna be talking about the shows I plan on watching, in order that they were announced!)

1. We Are the series

aka ALL my favourite couples in one show ahhh 😭😭 i was so happy when the trailer started, you mean i get winnysatang marcpawin pondphuwin AND aouboom all in one??? i wanna be a bit cautious seeing it's directed by p'new and i'm not a huge fan of his work, but i'm super excited for this regardless :] looks like a cute romcom à la futs, which i rlly loved <3 i WILL be hyping this up no matter how it turns out :D

2. Only Boo!

rookie leads !!! strong msp vibes with this one (which i'm not opposed to at all, and i'm pretty sure is what they're trying to emulate) it looks rlly cute?? i know keen is from proj alpha so at least i'm not worried about the singing/dancing for once 😅😅 and we get aun in the side cp!! and louis dance role!! honestly this could turn out rlly good and i'm gonna tune in to at least the first few eps :)

3. Peaceful Property

The second tay slapped new in the face with the sandwich and jan instantly had her camera out, i was 100% sold. but fr, i love horror comedy and ghost stuff, and we get it with taynew + mook and jan!! all the dynamics look like so much fun and i already know i'm gonna enjoy this a lot

4. My Golden Blood

OH MY GOD THIS SHOW i went for a dinner break during the performances, then came back and was planning on just quickly skimming through the livestream to catch up. well, the first 20 seconds of the trailer played, and once i realised what was happening (JOSSGAWIN BL HELLOOOO????) i had to pause and faceplant on my bed for a solid 5 minutes to process it. vampire series would have already had me hooked, but jossgawin??? looking super gritty?? mond evil vampire moment?? neo with a baseball bat (in his sand era🤨)?? gawin my fav in another lead role??? Also the bloody kiss !!!!! guys i'm dead i'm literally writing this from the grave (hoping to meet my own hot vampire guy) Basically i dont care if the cgi's a bit questionable or if the story's cliche, i WILL be eating this up, be ready for it to be my whole personality

5. Kidnap the series

OHM!!! my day one!!! 😭😭 so he was hanging out with leng a couple months ago and i was wondering ahaha what if...? AND NOW !!! WE ACTUALLY GOT OHMLENG !!! i'm rlly happy to see him back to bl, and i like how he stars opposite lots of different ppl (just like gawin). The concept actually seems rlly interesting + more mature, leng is gorgeous and seems like a good actor, and the tied hands sleeping scene totally had me sold on the pairing <33 also ohm squared siblings !!! i rlly like ohm tpk :) and PAPANG WITH A GUN WOOOHHH i said i needed more papang on my screens and my wishes have been answered 🙏🙏 i'm gonna be so annoying about this show as well once it airs ahjskdjfh

[5.5. special mention: Summer Night]

gmm knew Exactly what they were doing with those first 30 seconds 😭😭 i was rlly getting hyped up for a dunkphuwin show but ofc it was too good to be true <//3 not gonna be watching this, but i'm still holding out for a joylada poly show at some point... pls gmm 🙏🥺🥺

6. Wandee Goodday

Okay so I saw the GreatInn lore a couple months ago (guys pls read it here it's insane), and i didn't think too much of it because it did seem kinda random, BUT HERE WE ARE WOOOHHHH this show looks so good??? Great with braids <3 ployphach <3 podd homewrecker era <3 mature bl with adult characters <3 directed by golf tanwarin <3 and even more good things!! also i have no idea what the song in the trailer is but it goes so hard, rlly suits the show. i'm all for this pairing and the whole show looks like so much fun Also thorfluke!!! (thor out here collecting all the flukes - thorgawin for 2025??) loved the situp scene and i'm rlly vibing with this pair <3 another show that will be all i talk about once it airs

7. High School Frenemy

God what is that name 💀💀 definitely one where just a literal translation of the thai name would have probably been better names aside, sky and nani !!!! i rlly liked sky in some other shows, and i'm loving the tension between the two. lol i had ohmsky and ohmnani on my gmm24 bingo, i guess we just got it without the middle man 😂😂 also i see they're pulling a double savage with the bromance toeing the fine line of bl hajskdj honestly i don't mind that at all, i think sky and nani have good chemistry and it doesn't seem like there's a random female side wedged in for drama. also so many of my favs as side characters, i'm happy to see them <3 overall, i'll probably watch it if i'm not too busy when it's airing (or just bingewatch it after)

8. My Love Mix-Up!

Gem4th series announced last, who's surprised lmao. this looks very cute!! i know nothing about the source material, but gemini and fourth are great actors, and i trust p'au's directing. i was hoping for something a bit more mature for them (like heartliming was) because i think they're so good in those heavier scenes, but i rlly don't mind this either !! i've been on a kick for less high school bls lately though, but i had the same thought for msp and that ended up being one of my fav shows of all time, so i'm not gonna go into this with any preconceived notions :) gonna tune in for this, no doubt gem4th will serve like they always do

Overall, i was rlly pleased with the lineup this time around. Lots of shows i'm rlly excited for !! a bunch of my favs didn't show up even once which... yeah, but i'm holding out for part 2 🤞🤞 :)

#gmmtv 2024 #gmmtv2024 #we are the series #only boo the series #peaceful property #my golden blood #kidnap the series #wandee goodday #high school frenemy #my love mix up

[ghoulisheous]

A Little Vicious Snippet #1

HERE, #2 X, #3 X, #4 X

Summary: Vlad sabotages the portal. And Danny's life sucks. So much. Set pre-portal accident. Will probably end up being a crossover.

Hesitantly giving a warning for this snippet, cause I still haven't let this idea go. TW: extremely violent thoughts, objectification. A couple lines tip over, almost, into gory territory. I mean, I wouldn't say it's gory at all, but just in case my standards are warped. And I'm paranoid.

Vlad's a bad, bad man.

Still, not sure I'm committed, but I'm hesitantly calling this A Little Vicious.

-----

Vlad throws himself in his chair so hard it screeches backward a little on the clean, freshly polished wooden floors. The wide open, empty space of his dining room and the long stretch of the table in front of him feel like a new weight on his shoulders.

He hadn't seen either of them in so long.

He hadn't seen her in so long. And she hadn't seen him at all. She only saw Jack. Her hand gently cradled his scruffy chin. Like it was sweet. Like it isn't caustic. Like it isn't nauseating. Just like the old days, then. With Jack's large figure standing over her, between him and Madeline. Only this time Vlad was invisible in an entirely different way.

They are still as tightly wound around each other as they always were. As committed to their work as they always were.

Vlad's lips pinch closed. They're together. Still. And they looked..

Charmed, still, with each other.

His heart clenches painfully at the thought. But something in him boils in rage at it as well.

Vlad grips the roll of papers in hands so hard. His whole body tenses in a tight coil. He feels like he could spring out of his hunched shoulders in a moment. Tear into anything he can find. Tear into him. His knuckles turn white in his rage. He thinks about incinerating the rotten thing they hold.

And they had children together. Proof of their undying devotion. He almost spat, but held it. Vlad had never been anything but upstanding. A proper man. A great man.

There was a teen girl, he can't know her age. 16. 17 maybe. She had been sitting in their living space, a book cracked open in her fingers. Every few moments, she'd stop and scribble on a sticky note. Her hair was more red than Maddie's ever was. It reminded him more of Madeline's mother, the one time he had seen her.

And then a second one, as if the first slap in the face wasn't enough. A boy, younger than the girl by a few years. He looked awkward as he joined his sister on the couch, absent-mindedly staring at his phone. He kept his limbs close to his center as if he was afraid he'd lose them otherwise. Keep all hands, arms, feet and legs inside the vehicle at all times! Vlad thinks almost deliriously.

It's pathetic how angry he is, Vlad thinks and hunches his shoulders closer. He needs a stiff drink.

But at the same, is his anger not right? Because both those children, sitting side by side, looked just enough like Maddie and Jack. They were family after all. Jack's family. It's like proof that the marriage his old friends had entered into was cut from marble.

But it wasn't, was it? Marble statues last long. Too long. And so have Jack and Madeline. But even they don't stand the test of time. Their colors have long worn out, leaving them pale in comparison. Many are even left in pieces. Missing limbs.

Missing heads.

Vlad doesn't believe they were ever in a serious relationship. He's no fool. He knows Jack better than that homewrecker knows himself. Jack could never be that serious. The man doesn't take anything seriously. Especially Maddie.

He doesn't deserve someone like her. He never did.

And Maddie deserves so much more than a pitiful excuse for a man like Jack Fenton.

But now they're married. Vlad knew that. He had received the invite 18 years ago. He'd always remember that moment. Lying in his bed, feeling so weak–still so weak, waiting for the caretaker to leach the last of his inheritance as she cared for his ails.

It was like he couldn't move. Like his bones were lead and his ribcage crushed his lungs. His heart beat so hard in his chest.

He had stared at the invite with so much intensity he thought he might somehow be able to gather his strength. Run to her. Fling the doors of the chapel open and yell "I object!"

And he did so object. To everything. He clenches his teeth hard.

But it didn't matter how strongly he yearned. His strength was gone. And soon Maddie was as well.

Or so Vlad had thought. At least on that day that Maddie signed away the rest of her life, her name thrown out with the deal.

His hands shake with rage as he unfurls the tightly curled papers in his hands.

The blueprints. As many as he could get his hands on when he was there. After he had seen what had become of–

He wants to twist Jack's throat until something pops out of him. A low gurgle. His eyes maybe–if he just squeezes hard enough.

Or maybe he'll shove his fist into the cavity of his chest and–

He snarls as he slams the papers on the table, flattened out as much as they could be.

He had known what it was when he saw it. He knows what it is. He can't believe the nerve of that man.

Or perhaps it wasn't the nerve. Jack Fenton never had another thought in his head outside of each petty desire.

Jack never thinks things through. And he never learns his lesson. The consequences of his actions. Their rivalry–it's Vlad's job to teach it to him. Show the man his place is the hell out of Vlad's way.

In the ground, he thinks with a curve to his lips. That would be his preference.

Everyone leaves him eventually, except the one person Vlad wants gone. Everyone stepped on his back to achieve their happy endings while Vlad is always left to wither in dismay. Alone.

Jack Fenton got his happy ending, almost at the cost of his life.

No, he growls to himself.

The cost was his life.

And it isn't fair. He can't help but feel like his life isn't meant to be this way. It just isn't. Great things, great love is what he's destined for. Nothing less than great.

Maddie is his great love. She was always supposed to be. He remembers the day he met her. At college orientation, when he was still a business major. They talked and the world moved around them. Made room for them. He'd made her laugh. He remembers he made her laugh.

He remembers the feeling that stirred in his chest at the sight of her smile. He saw a glimpse of everything they could be. And everything he could have.

And then it all ground to a halt when an arm slung across her shoulders. Jack Fenton's arm. The man who dared call himself his friend.

Unfortunately the closest of his friends in high school who followed him all the way to his new college campus. No one ever stuck around Vlad long, but Jack was a leach he couldn't get rid of. Jack described their friendship as "attached at the hip." And if he had asked, Vlad would have called Jack "just a placeholder."

On the same day, he met the love of his life, the love he deserved, and then found the man he'd hesitantly called a friend had the pleasure of meeting her first. Vlad still didn't know exactly when or how.

It isn't fair. Anything he wanted, it seemed like Jack got to it first. He ruined anything he had the gall to place his hands on. He just wishes he could make the man feel what it's like to come second and play catch up. To have something taken from you and have to fight for it.

But that's it though, isn't it? There is one thing Vlad managed to do first, one thing he could lord over Jack that the man would actually care about. Vlad would make him care about it.

Vlad Masters is not as human as he once was.

And he is no longer accustomed to losing.

Vlad stares down at the blueprints. Reading them over. Inspecting them. Seeing what's different in this one. The beginning of a plan forming.

He could take his life back. He will take his life back. Jack will never stand in his way again.

The sketched out visuals of the ghost portal lay bare on his desk. The size, reminiscent of the prototype. At least on paper. And seemingly insignificant.

His holy grail.

But it was not life size. Vlad saw that for himself.

Jack will learn his lesson. He'll know intimately every agonizing moment Vlad had gone through in college. Every last shred of inferiority Jack had unfairly foisted on his shoulders.

He'll feel Vlad's heartbreak. His loneliness as he laid sick and shivering and unknowing if he would live. Or if he still did.

He had so much more experience. He's the pioneer of this lifestyle.

Maddie won't stay at his sickbed for long. Especially not as Jack stews in bitterness and spite.

She'll run to Vlad.

As Vlad studies the sheets before him, spread out, sun shining down on them from his windows, he notes the failsafe marked on the inside of the portal. He slowly pulls a pen out of his breast pocket to sketch out what he'd need to change. Rewire.

Vlad will stand firmly in front of everything Jack had built for himself. What good was killing the man when he could be as-good-as dead and suffering all the more because of it. Vlad's accustomed to the weight of it. But Jack's unprepared.

Jack would make a pathetic halfa, and Vlad wouldn't be alone. Not anymore.

And when he finally understands. When he finally realizes the rivalry that's been their relationship since that first day in college. When Vlad has Madeline standing at his side, so far from Jack it'd feel like heaven and Earth were in his way, then Vlad will wrap his fingers around his throat.

And squeeze.

It was only a matter of time.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #vlad masters #vlad plasmius #ghouly tag #a little vicious

[normalpeopleconfuseme]

You know the photo I’m thinking about when asking this.

Twins (sep) s/o shoving their face into their man’s chest and squeezing them titties.

I live by the tits I will happily die by the tits.

- noodle

I do indeed know the photo very well!

Now let me set the stage for you.

CW: gender neutral reader, fat tit submas, suggestive themes.

You grumbled as you walked home from your job.

Today has been a no good lousy, bad day all wrapped up in one.

First you didn't wake up to the love of your life because he has an early meeting, second you spilled coffee on yourself which made you late to work, third, you've had to deal with your flirty coworker just wouldn't get the hint that you weren't interested in him.

Your day has just been terrible! Now all you want is to bury yourself into the comfort of your husband.

🔲 Ingo

Ingo was in the kitchen when he heard the door open. He was aware of how bad your day was with how short your texts were during lunch so he thought he would take care of dinner for the two of you.

All of the pokemon have been feed and tucked away and all the chores in the house have been done so all you have to do is realx!

"Darling?" Ingo called out as he shut the oven off and walked over to the front door.

As soon as he saw you, he became worried. You're not a violent person but he could sense the anger coming off of you.

"Beloved? I already made dinner so you can relax for a moment"

He didn't like how quiet you were being and it made him more worried.

You looked at him with clear annoyance on your face, he knew it wasn't for him but the daggers in your eyes didn't stop the slight fear.

Suddenly you stood up and marched over to him.

His eyes were filled with worry as he looked into yours, he was worried about even saying something to set you off until...

You rested your head against his chest very gently.

Oh...you just wanted a hug!

Of course that makes sense after having such a hard day you would want cuddles!

He would be a terrible husband if he-

Suddenly your hands squeezed his chest hard the plush of his pecs puffed between your fingers.

Ingo was still for a moment as his face turned bright red as his brain try to restart.

The shierk he held in left his lips as you squeezed harder even pinching his nipples and pulling them hard.

"D-darling?!"

He squeaked out in surpise, you gazed up at him from his chest.

"Its been a long day...and I need my stress balls"

🔳 Emmet.

Emmet knew from how hard you open the door how upset you were.

You had called him during lunch to vent about your coworker constant flirting despite the ring clearly on your finger.

It took ingo and half of the deport agents to stop him from marching down to your work and give that homewrecker a piece of his mind!

But now he's happy that your finally back from work.

Now he can finally brighten up your day with some love and rest that you need!

And what kinda of husband would he be if he didn't provide it?

"Sweetheart! You're finally home! I missed you verrrrry much!"

He stood there with a bright smile waiting for your response as you took off your shoes.

He got grumpy when he didn't get a response.

"Deeearist! I know you had a rough day but please dont-"

He was interrupted once you rested your forehead against his chest, you hands resting on his shoulders.

He smiled brightly at your position. His beloved wants a hug!

He happily wraps his arms around you hugging you tight enough to where you feel engulf.

"Oh my sweet beloved! I'm so sorry your day has been so hard but! You don't need to be grumpy anymore your dear husband is here to-!"

He jumped a bit once he felt you squeezed his pecs and buried your face deeper.

Emmets smile turned into a smirk as you grip tighten.

"I believe I know exactly what you want~"

#pokémon #ingo #ingo x reader #submas #subway bosses #ingo and emmet #subway boss emmet #emmet x reader

[actualalligator]

May I ask about "Text Note 2/15"? :)

Hiii, yess!

This is from "Love is a Burning Thing" and Buck tries to sneak out the morning after they start their relationship in "Ignite." Buck thinks he's a homewrecker. This is gonna be a lot of them talking and Buck doing some deep dives on the internet.

Here's a little snip!

"I should probably be offended that you could think I was a cheater, but I'm not even sure that has crossed your mind. I think you went right to homewrecker and unpacked your suitcase." Eddie sighs. "I don't have a girlfriend."

Buck frowns. "I've met her. You cannot gaslight me."

Eddie snorts, but he puts his hands up. "Not trying to gaslight you, Buck. I did have a girlfriend, but I don't now."

"Since when? Why wouldn't you tell me you broke up with Ana? We share everything, Eddie. I know your blood type, but I don't know you broke up with your girlfriend," Buck demands.

Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath in, then out. "First of all, you know my blood type because you were snooping at the hospital. I did not give you that information." He pauses, looking away for a second before he meets Buck's eyes. "I didn't want you to think it was because of you."

#asks

[fluffehpenguin]

I WANT TO SHARE THIS STUFF, OKAY!! I miss writing SO much and I'm getting back on the horse

Here's some snippets to help decide:

/First One:

The carrier is wrecked beyond repair. The cockpit is torn in half and he can spot pieces of the engine’s motor and its coolant leaking into the earth. He takes a full 2 seconds to appreciate that his head is still attached to his body, never mind a lack of extreme brain damage.

Which instantly comes into question when something bright orange pops up in front of him.

“-Oh, this is rich,” A figure flickers into existence, back turned. It takes its time observing the situation, shaking its head and raking a hand through its slicked hair. Said hair doesn’t budge. “You’re unbelievable,” It turns, gesturing at the torn-up shuttle, flames and all. Dressed entirely in orange hues, the electric blue eye is the only deviation from the figure’s colour palette. “I’m the one you set as the emergency safeguard?” The figure scowls, arms crossing. “O-Or are you just sadistic enough to put me in that thing,” its finger points to the hexagon on his tattered jacket, “So I can rot out here with your corpse, Jack.”

Silence and sand stands between them, unhurried. And it takes a moment to click, but when it does, it hits him like a bumper to a skag. 

“That’s- my name’s John, pumpkin, and you’re acting real high and mighty for an AI.”

◇-------◇

/Second One:

“How was I supposed to know? Come on, it’s just one bangle,” the man whines. The man matches every step Jack takes forward with a backwards step. Jack snorts. What a coward.

“Yeaah, pumpkin, and the shiny thing is much more valuable than your pitiful life,” Jack growls, pausing as he watches the man furiously shake his head. It took one more step before there was a shriek as the man’s foot hit the air- having backed out the attic’s window. His fall was stopped as Jack grabbed the stranger’s cloak, keeping him from plummeting to the ground below.

“And it’s certainly not worth the reward I’m waiting on. So, be a good boy, give me back that bangle and run along.”

There’s a moment of defiance written in a frown and lowered brows. It’s cute for all of two seconds. Jack goes from upright to being violently shoved backwards and falling onto his ass. The stranger rights himself with a gust of wind. He shoots Jack a smirk as he slides the bangle onto his wrist.

“No. I don’t think I will.”

The magic user breaks into a sprint past Jack, whose grip misses the other’s ankle. Great. First, I’m bested by a vampire and now a young, dumb mage? He growls and stumbles back to his feet, rushing after the footfalls.

◇-------◇

/Third One:

“Jack, if you wanted to dance, you didn’t have to drag us here to do so,” Rhys says, breathless as they skate through the crowd. Said crowd is not so graceful as people rush to make space for them. Thankfully, his deep maroon suit against Jack’s yellow satin waistcoat is hard to ignore.

The man in question grins. “Come on, Rhysie- it’s way more fun with an audience and booze I didn’t pay for,” he replies, clasping Rhys’s hand tighter and pulling him closer to avoid a collision.

Rhys can’t argue with that. However…

“Did it have to be on the Zanara, though?” He complains, managing not to falter as he’s flung out and twirled back into Jack’s arms.

Honestly, the entire moment is bizarre. To think that he’d be here, with Handsome Jack as both his plus one and Co-CEO, representing his company, the Atlas Corporation, in Katagawa’s pleasure palace to celebrate some mediocre Maliwan release party… Well, Rhys didn’t think he could have even survived the first thing a decade ago. How he’s surviving the last one is a miracle.

#rhack #fanfiction #borderlands #handsome jack #rhys strongfork #my writing

[homemade-ghosts]

i'm starting to see that some anti rinas are just racists...and that is really vile considering the show aim to be a safe space for young audiences

You’re absolutely right, so much of the hate Gina gets is, at its core, fueled by racism. 

Unfortunately, this isn’t a recent development. I’ve been blocking & reporting people (primarily on Twitter — but here, too) for posting incredibly derogatory & racist remarks about Gina (&, by extension, Sofia) since season 1 was airing. 

From day one, they’ve called her a bitch or a homewrecker or said she wasn’t good enough for Ricky (gee, I wonder why that is) — then, when 2b rolled around, they switched up, pretended to like her because they no longer saw her as a threat to their white ship (despite the fact that rini was already crumbling for reasons completely unrelated to Gina).

Suddenly, she’s their favorite character…as long as she does exactly what they want her to do & acts exactly the way they want her to act. Meaning, as long as she keeps dating EJ (the character they really care about) and stays sweet & soft, they love her. It’s always conditional.

The second they realized her relationship with EJ wasn’t going to work out, they started to villianize her again. Now EJ’s “the perfect boyfriend” (I lose 3 years off my life every time I see a pw call him that — like, is this perfect boyfriend in the room with us right now?) despite the fact that he treated Gina like a chore all summer, never showed up for her & never put a single ounce of effort into making their relationship work — but, oh, no Gina’s the evil one for even daring to suggest that she deserves better ??? 

Basically, they want her to sacrifice her own personal needs & wants to stay in a relationship she isn’t happy in for the sake of a guy who barely even gives her the time of day. Okay, cool. So Gina should suffer so that EJ doesn’t have to face his own flaws & insecurities? Got it.

I swear, she expresses literally any normal human emotion and they jump to criticize her for it.

She seeks comfort in her friend (at the time) Ricky because she wants to be around someone who understands what it’s like to have an absentee mom. Oop, she’s trying to “steal” Ricky away from Nini! Oh, & somehow that and Gina dating Ricky now is some kind of betrayal towards Nini? (yes, that is a real take that I’ve actually read). First off, I can promise you Nini does not give a fuck what Ricky does. How many different ways does the show have to tell them that they are done. Over each other. Bones & better off because of it. Nini has not spoken to that man all summer and she’s somewhere in Southern California chilling on a beach with her moms, living her best life. & more importantly, why are they always acting like someone else's happiness is more important than Gina's? Why is she not deserving of the kind of love that she wants and that Ricky can & will give her? I'd love to see pws/rinis try to answer either of those for me. I'm all ears.

Oh, & apparently Gina can’t even kiss the boy she loves without being vilified for it because, the other day, I saw someone say that the Rina kiss “made [them] uncomfortable” & that Gina pulling Ricky in for that second kiss was “aggressive.” (It’s called being passionate, my god — but I think we all know exactly what they really meant by that.)

Ultimately, Gina is the most well-rounded, complex character, played by — hands down — the best actress on the show, if #they don't like her, if they have a problem with her being The Main Girl™ of hsmtmts (if we're being fr, she's always been the main girl to me, but this season made it official) then it's pretty obvious why.

#they keep saying they won't watch s4 & i'm like 'don't threaten me with a good time' #hsmtmts #hsmtmts s3 #asks #anon