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giftsnideas · 10 months

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brezzegifts · 2 years

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himegureisu · 2 months

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The Gift

Summary: Out of nowhere, your husband receives a gift from you.

A/N: This came to me last night after thinking of what type of mail people receive. Here's one I hope you enjoy.

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The Owl Postal Service in Hogwarts was, if not, consistent in their delivery time.

This time being, the hour after breakfast started for everyone to ensure that no disruptions, except important missives, were to be received during class hours.

Your tawny barn owl sailed through the Great Hall, over the heads of students and staff, and landed on the High Table in front of its’ intended recipient, your husband, their dark and grumpy Potions Professor, Severus Snape.

It was uncommon for the Potions’ Professor to receive anything but Potions’ ingredients, his usual Potions’ Journal subscription, or official mail either from the Ministry or the Order so the package, a neatly wrapped gift in royal green paper, silver ribbon, and a tag attached, accompanied by a letter in your distinct handwriting was bound to attract attention.

“Is there a special occasion?” the Headmaster’s eyes twinkled upon the sight of the young Potions’ Master quite confused,

“No,” Severus answered, “Not that I know of,”

His thoughts a mile a minute through his brain, slowly, internally panicking. His eyes locked at the present in front of him. Did he forget YOUR birthday? God no, you’d thoroughly celebrated every time the day came around. Did he forget his birthday? Did he forget an anniversary? Did he forget a muggle holiday that you loved to celebrate? No, so what was this doing here?

“It’s wrapped beautifully,” Minerva remarked, from across Dumbledore, “Will you open it?”

He does. First, the letter.

“Sev,” your voice echoed through his brain, “I know you’re probably trying to think of any reason why I would send a gift to you on a normal day.”

You know him far too well.

“Just stop. Do I need a reason to send a gift to the one I love when I feel like it?” a soft smile slowly formed on his lips as he read that line, his colleagues’ interest piqued at the change, “It’s from our holiday and other events, I hope you like it. I know I did. I love you, I’ll see you when I get home,”

Your letter was swiftly tucked in his robes after then taking the package from your owl. Severus proffered a treat for them, and they happily ate before it perched itself on his shoulder. His hands gently tugged on the silver to unwrap the gift.

His initials and yours, on the cover of a leather-bound enchanted photo album.

On the first page of your story, the title page, if the album was a muggle document, was a candid photo from your most recent vacation. Your arms wrapped around his. His figure was behind yours in a hug. Your faces were engulfed in laughter after a guide failed to land a joke against him.

“Oh,” Severus whispered, Your gift was amazing. How did he get so lucky to deserve you?

“That’s a rare sight,” Filius said, by his right, “Severus smiling and speechless,”

“She’s beautiful, Severus,” Albus complimented,

“We look forward to meeting her,” Minerva said,

Their words fell on deaf ears.

Beneath the photo album, in a frame, there was another photo of the both of you from afar. This moment was captured by a charmed camera that you didn’t even know was there until after it happened. In the wilds of Wizarding Britain, on your first date, underneath the stars, he’d kissed the back of your hand, admitted his affections, and asked if he could kiss you. To which you shyly agreed, and received the sweetest kiss you’d ever experienced.

This he could place on his desk. The others were not up for public consumption.

“If you’ll excuse me, Professors, I must send a response,”

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neoarchipelago · 8 months

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Torn between :

Simon Riley who doesn't not/fears to have children because of his last trauma and hating his father. It's terrifying to him and it'll take a LOT of therapy to even consider having children. It's complicated to even see himself being a father.

And

Simon Riley who, every time he sees you, he sure wants you to be the one for the rest of his life. And he remembers how happy his brother was with his wife and little Joseph, just wants to have babies with you. He's scared but he wants to do better, and he is sure that he'll be better, because this is half of him and you. He'll love him/her like it's the only thing he breathes for. So he waits, he keeps the idea in mind, that only sleeps past his lips when he's buried deep inside your sweet cunt, praising and cooing about how he's going to fill you up with his cum.

And then he keeps it in mind, until he pops the question, until he sees you walk to the altar, until the first dance is over, until he's in the private plane offered by Laswell, going to the honeymoon in a secret place Price offered. Until he walks into the hotel room, holding you in his arms. Up to the point he slowly undresses you, eating you up like a madman until you're left shaking and sobbing. And perhaps it's a low blow but he slips his cock past your folds, slowly, raw, feeling you stretch around his fat cock as he coos:

"gonna make you mommy love? Do you want that?"

And you're already a mess because he had too much fun with you before even splitting you open. You register the words, not truly the full consequences of your answer though.

"y-yes... please... please..."

And he's gone.

You barely sleep that night. You wonder how that man has so much cum cuz you're left dripping every time. He cleans you up gently after, making sure to finger his cum back into you.

And it's the first try... cuz as soon as he's home his baby fever is off the roof. But he doesn't know that the first try was all it took. Cuz your next period isn't here, cuz he's in shock and ready to cry when he sees you, tears stained face as you hold a hand over your mouth and the over a small test with two bars clearly marked.

And then he's almost unbearable for the next 9 months. He tells Price first, and then the rest of the boys. They visit you back home with gifts, that Simon makes a point of checking each of them. This stuffed bear has buttons he needs to take them off, the baby might choke, etc etc.

The labor, he's in internal panic, but his military training and the love he has for you build up a facade of care and calm that helps you, oh so much, for your first delivery, that was long and exhausting.

It's all worth it for the look Simon gives your baby, holding them, skin to skin. He looks up at you, tears rolling down his cheeks, chanting 'thank you' again and again. It brings you to tears every time.

The way he looks at you when you're breastfeeding makes you blush and feel adored at the same time. You asked him once why he does it and he says:

"you're doing such a good job mama... feeding our little cub like that... fuck, it's going to grow big and strong, you're perfect."

You fight the urge to throw a pillow at him as you blush madly. You hold your baby too carefully to even consider moving.

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Me right now because of my hormones:

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currentfications · 6 months

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Ocean Eyes | Part 7

Pairing: Bada Lee x Producer!Reader

Synopsis: Battle Performance

Warning: Swearing, Suggestive Content

AN: Sorry it took me so long to get this one out, catching up on work and writer’s block is getting the best of me :( hope y’all like this one ^_^

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“Oh my god,” Minah squealed in excitement when the crew member delivered their lunch along with a bouquet of blue baby breaths. “These fans are really something, how’d they get around the security?”

Since the filming of the show, members of team BEBE had seen an influx of recognition, which had brought much joy to the dancers, who’s no longer overshadowed by the idols they usually work with. To the surprise of the girls, a blush tinted their team leader’s face as she stride across the room, reaching her hands out to take the bouquet off the brunette.

“Wait-” Minah whined as Bada held the bouquet up high, out of her reach, “-there’s a card, I wanna see what the fans wrote.”

“Nuh-uh,” Bada tutted, plucking the card from the middle of the bouquet. “Pretty sure this is only meant for my eyes.”

Ever the pot-stirrer, Tatter’s eyes lit up at the commotion. “Ohoho, pretty sure the blue flowers were meant for BEBE, unless you’re expecting a special delivery all for yourself?”

Bada was taken aback by the sudden intuitiveness from the girls, and at herself for accidentally letting it slip. Not that the girls would have any qualm with her little… fling, but she thought she had kept you two’s secret well. In the brief moment of Bada’s hesitation, the duo successfully ripped the card stock off their team leader’s fingers, giggling amongst themselves as they ran off to a corner.

“Dear team BEBE-”

Bada found herself exhaling a sigh of relief when she heard Minah reading out the first line of the card that it hadn’t been anything explicit- like a certain audio file that took up way too much storage in her head- only to immediately feel a small ping of disappointment that it wasn’t anything more. With that feeling, she immediately scolded herself for not sharing the excitement with the girls- after all, the whole point of this competition is to win as a team, right? It’s only natural that the gift was delivered to them as a group. With all that internal monologuing going on, Bada was not paying any attention to Minah’s reading of the rest of the card until Tatter popped up in front of her face.

“Why the long face?” With a knowing grin plastered on her face, Tatter decided to further press on the matter. After all it is highly unusual for their team leader to not be thoroughly celebrating the team’s success. Tatter narrowed her eyes at Bada’s silence. Suspicious, she’s decided.

Bada waved off the inquisitive look, plopping herself back onto the couch in the BEBE team room. She was just about to overthink herself into oblivion before recalling a certain conversation with you, pulled out her phone, and texted you instead. After all, you did tell her you don’t play games, and she highly doubts you’ll start trying to make her jealous for no good reason right before their Battle Performance.

Meanwhile in the Jam Republic team room, the four other girls are still getting their makeup and hair done by the makeup artists, while Latrice had entrusted you to perfect her curls.

“How’d I look?” Latrice spun around, brandishing a smile with her white top. You gently whacked her shoulder, spinning her back around so you can finish curling the last few segments of her hair.

Once you finished your handiwork, you guided her in front of the mirror, securing the last braid with an elastic. “Looking good, mama,” you gave her shoulders a tight squeeze, proud that your friend made it this far along in an international competition.

Latrice gleaned at your reflections. “I’m glad you’re here too, I’ve missed home so much these few months,” wetness started gathering in her eyes, and you quickly pulled out a tissue to dab at the corners of her eyes before her makeup needed to be redone.

“Then go,” you encouraged while patting her back, “take a break after today’s mission, I’ll book you a ticket for tonight.” You noticed that she’s lost weight since beginning filming the show- not only her actually, but almost every cast member. You made a mental note to check on Bada later. “The show can wait, so what if they don’t have enough footage- Harimu can probably fill up the whole run time with her personality alone.”

Latrice chuckled at the thought of Ms. Hype taking on more endorsements, she does have the perfect charisma for the job. “You reckon the rest of the team will be okay with that?” Latrice’s brows cinched together in worry, not wanting to become a burden to the group. You rolled your eyes at her silliness and pulled out your phone to book her a ticket. Of course the Jam Republic girlies are not going to have a problem with this, they all know that the show is just that, a show, and mental health needs to be prioritized over anything else.

A notification came through as you were finalizing the flight ticket- Bada had messaged you. You swiped the notification back up to finish the task at hand, forwarding the booking to Latrice. “There,” you turned your phone screen towards her, “now go slay the house down and I’ll pack your bags for you.”

“Thank you for that,” Latrice cooed, appreciative of the initiatives you’ve always taken with her. The door to the team room unlocked and the other Jam Republic members trickled in, and Latrice announced her departure to the group, earning a few understanding hums and sympathetic hugs from the team as you began to pack away a few items from the room you knew she’d need for the trip home.

Once the filming crew entered the room, you took a seat next to the staff members, making sure that you’re out of sight before the recording began. The energy in the back stage was buzzing as the muffled sound of the crowd slowly got louder with audiences pouring in. Brimming with excitement, the youngest of the pink team gave you a nervous smile, to which you responded with two thumbs up as a silent ‘you got it’ gesture.

Turning your attention to your phone, you pulled up the message from Bada.

Lovely 🩵: Where’s my flowers for good luck 🙁

You chuckled at the message, she sounded cute when she’s jealous.

Y/N: Wanted to give them to you myself, come to JR’s team room when you get the chance?

As the crowd erupted into cheers, you realized that your timing might’ve been a little off, as MC Daniel Kang announced the first pair of battlers. You sat back in your seat, watching intensely at the viewfinder, anticipating BEBE’s (Bada’s) performance.

When the camera zoomed in at a cheekily grinning Bada crouching off the stage, you let out a soft giggle at the sight. The giggles were quickly replaced by silence as the performance continued Bada peeked through the prop table, eventually leaning onto the table with one knee propped up, her tongue poking through the hollow of her cheeks. It’s such an innocent habit to have your thoughts thinking about anything but innocent. Which is probably why you were only absentmindedly watching WolfLo’s performance, definitely not because of the red smeared down Bada’s abs.

Latrice stole a glance at you as soon as that scene took place. She had seen it during their practice shoots, and had wondered how you would react to it. Watching your unfazed expression, she really wonders how the hell you always keep that poker face on, and where she can sign you up to play at Vegas next.

Truth is, you would be screeching and kicking your feet if there wasn’t filming around.

When Jam Republic were asked to get on stage next, you gave each one of them a firm hug and a kiss on the cheek before ushering them through the door. “Slay mamas,” you leaned against the door frame as they walked down the hall, round the corner, and disappeared from your line of sight.

As you were about to walk back into the room, a bloody hand grabbed you by the wrist. You almost threw your assailant over your shoulder before you heard the familiar voice. “You ignored my message,” a pout tugged at the corner of Bada’s lips as she shot puppy dog eyes at you, “didn’t know you’re the type to hit it and quit it.”

You smiled at her adorable frown, tilting her face up by her chin and planted a swift peck on her forehead. “Sorry, had something going on. You wanna come in?”

Bada shook her head, raising her stained red hands. “Gotta get these off before they stain me a permanent shade of pink,” she hesitated before continuing, “want to help me get them off?” Your bluntness must’ve definitely rubbed off on the dancer.

“Sure,” you tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her ears, “let me finish Latrice’s stage and I’ll catch you in the changing room?”

Bada nodded and hummed, shuffling her way down the hall.

You finished packing a travel bag for Latrice in between jam Republic’s performances, a handy skill from the many times you had to pack a quick bag to leave home in the middle of the night, just in time to watch the vote counts. To your dismay, LadyBounce took the win with the audiences.

“Fuck them, if they don’t appreciate you guys I will,” was the first thing that came out of your mouth when the girls re-entered the room before you handed the Latrice and Kirsten a towel each. “I’ve packed your to-go bag, use my stuff when you get home,” you tossed Latrice your room keys as you made your way out the team room with a towel and a bouquet in hand. Latrice mouthed a ‘thank you’ as you waved her goodbye.

“Where’s she heading off in a rush?” Ling asked as the duo dried themselves, “with towel and flowers nonetheless?”

Glancing at the camera propped up in the corner of the room, Latrice shot a suggestive look at Ling instead. Luckily Mnet doesn’t have the legal right to film and distribute your likeness. “Someone else needs a towel.” It took Ling a second, but her eyes eventually widened as realization kicked in. “Glad she’s enjoying Korea I guess-”

“More like Korean cuisine,” Emma interjected, erupting into a fit of laughter.

Walking towards the changing room, you ignored the Jam Republic girls’ muffled cackling, knowing that there’s a good chance they’re teasing you. They were. But you didn’t really care as you had one important goal in mind as your pace quickened towards the door down the hall.

“You still need help?” You tapped your knuckles on the wooden door. You could hear some shuffling around in the room before the door creaked open, Bada peeking out at you with red smeared on her face.

Opening the door wider to let you into the room and locking the door behind you with a click, “definitely,” she muttered, as the red paint had taken over more than half of her upper body. You chuckled at the sight, Bada looking like an early Halloween decoration.

“Peonies for good luck,” you handed the bouquet to her before wetting a corner of the towel with a bottle of water you presumed is hers, judging by the red hand print covering the lid.

Bada tossed a wink at you.

“Peonies huh,” you turned around to Bada inches away from your face, “you know they don’t only mean good luck.”

Stealing a quick peck while she was pressed up against you, “hold still.” Your words sent chills down Bada’s spine, and she’s certain that it’s not caused by your usual icy tone- she’d gotten used to that by now.

“Or what?” Reveling in the victory, the dancer is feeling cheekier than usual. The corner of her lips curled up with mischievous intent before she bit down on her lower lips, looking through her lashes at you with ulterior motives.

“Or-” you paused to take a good look at her, drinking in the sight. Her hair messy from the dance off, strands cling onto her face with sweat. Streaks of red ran down her neck, trailing towards her sports bra, another set of handprints swiped across her abs. Tracing a red line on her throat towards her collarbone, stopping right above her sternum, you held her by the shoulder and guided her down to sit on the bench. Leaning forward, with a tone barely above a whisper, “-or you’ll be stained.” With the damp towel, you got to work wiping the ink off Bada, starting from her face.

Bada huffed in annoyance, rolled her eyes, and pulled you onto her lap by your lower waist. “Don’t be a tease,” her voice is now deep, laced with danger that almost mimicked yours.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish,” you continued to wipe off more streaks off her cheeks, working your way lower as you straddled yourself onto her lap.

“Who says I can’t?”

“Mnet,” you deadpanned. Tilting her chin up to work on her neck, you noticed her swallowing hard as you readjusted yourself on top of her.

Bada squinted at you through her lashes, endeared by your concentration in getting the stains off her, whilst simultaneously irritated by you not giving in.

It took every ounce of self control you have to pounce on her flawless skin.

All it took for you to break was a husky plea that escaped her plump lips, “… please?”

You glanced up at her flushed cheeks, gaze still fixated on your through her half lidded eyes, lower lip bitten red from her anxiety tics- fuck Mnet, they can have her back later, you can blame it on wardrobe malfunctions. Pressing your lips against the base of her neck, you gently nibbled a trail up her throat, relishing in the moans she gave out when you licked her sweet spots.

Gripping you by the hair, Bada hungrily pulled your lips into hers, sliding her tongue between your teeth in one fell swoop. Her lips tasted of the peach lip gloss MAC had applied on her. Being the biter that she is, Bada didn’t hesitate to give you a nip when you got distracted by her taste, demanding your full attention to tonguing her down. You complied and decided to kiss her stupid since she had asked so politely.

Bada parted from you after what felt like minutes, catching her breath as she leaned her forehead against yours, her taste still lingering on the top of your tongue. Her cheeky smile grew wider as you two just sat like that for a while, breathing each other in, “do we have time for round two?”

“Only if you sit still and let me clean the rest of you off,” you picked up the towel that had been discarded in the heat of the moment.

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thebibliosphere · 2 years

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Peddling my weres. (and my vampires too)

This is not an urgent cry for help, but Holly Mop spent the morning in the emergency room (she's okay, she's been given meds and fluids, but we need to send her for an endoscopy), so if you've been thinking about buying a copy of Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites and haven't got round to it yet, please consider buying it from my Payhip store, where I get 90% of the royalties and don't have to wait several months for royalty payouts.

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bestworstcase · 5 months

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@tumblingxelian tag from here

#OK I'd legit love to hear your take on her interactions with Oscar

oh i think about the interrogation scene a normal amount

something i want to underline before diving in is the conspicuous discrepancy between the eloquence and spoken delivery of salem's soliloquies in V1/V3 (internal monologue) versus her dialogue (verbal speech). it's especially noticeable in juxtaposition with ozma's V7 soliloquy versus ozpin's dialogue, where no such discrepancy exists; oz talks the way he thinks, he's an excellent orator and even in casual conversation he's well-spoken and charismatic.

whereas salem... thinks eloquently and often poetically ("nature's wrath in hand, man lit their way through the darkness..." or "it's true that a simple spark can ignite hope, breathe fire into the hearts of the weary..."), but speaks with minimal rhetorical flair. her speech is also sometimes a little stilted or just very, very deliberate in a way that does not sound natural; and there's times—her conversation with cinder in V5 is a particularly noticeable example—where what she says circles around what she means.

"working with bandits? keeping ruby alive? what's the point? we're strong enough to take what we want by force!" / "never underestimate the usefulness of others; take leonardo. he was one of ozpin's most trusted, but now... hm. you will have the power i promised you when the time is right, but remember that it comes with a cost. if ruby rose has learned to harness her gift, you must take care to protect yours. there's only so much i can do to aid you."

<- its like. instead of just saying it, salem says examples supporting the idea she's trying to articulate. if a conversation were a math problem, salem shows all of her work but doesn't give the answer. and she does this A LOT.

none of the other characters in the story are like this—which means it isn't, like, a problem with the writers failing to write cogent dialogue. it's a deliberate character choice for salem specifically.

anyway, prior to the interrogation scene, salem only appears in contexts where she is either addressing her subordinates or—in V7—giving ironwood the terms of her siege. on two of these occasions, she get interrupted with unexpected new information (ozpin is back, ruby rose used the lamp) and in both cases, salem abruptly ends the conversation and either kicks everyone else out (V6) or leaves (V7).

and i think that's worth noting in relation to this scene, because the interrogation veers off script very fast and we get to see salem, um, Trying Her Best.

so!

as far as salem knows, oscar is gone. she expects—prepares for—a hostile and painful confrontation with ozma. when oscar wakes up, she's huddled against a pillar in a shadowy corner with an arm curled around herself and her head low, staring fixedly at conjured shadows of her dead children. she is Not Okay.

but when she speaks, her tone is conversational. almost cordial, once she's past the withering sarcasm in "my long lost ozma... found at last." it's affected! it's not real! she's reciting words she planned and probably rehearsed beforehand—which i think is likely the case for most of her little speeches. she's a poor speaker.

except... it's oscar. salem twigs that he isn't ozma the instant he talks, stares at him for a couple seconds without no visible reaction except that her mocking little smile fades, and:

snarls and grabs his face and yanks him down to get a better look at him—the mask just shatters. there's lots of ways to interpret this, but i'm inclined to take it as salem recognizing that this isn't ozma and then second-guessing that instinct and grabbing him because she needs to be absolutely sure.

"you can pretend, boy... but you're not fully him. not yet, at least." her tone shifts on every clause, from almost a growl to relieved to just sort of resigned. and then she drops him, exhales, steps back:

and just... stands there gazing into the middle distance for a couple seconds. like—oscar being here was not a possibility she even considered until it happened and upon finding herself in this situation her reaction is basically, "...um."

and then she's like

well... :)

perhaps you and i can have a better working reLaTiOnShiP.

...

oscar, >:[

was it? :\

laying aside the dire understatement of referring to what happened between her and ozma as a bad "working relationship," you can like. hear. the crash box crashing in her head as she says this. her tone swings from sweet and gentle to sardonic to coldly indifferent—and then she follows this by swerving right back into cordial neutrality. hrgkhsj her affect just goes haywire

and i think that happens because this is just so far out of expected bounds that she can't figure out how to say what she needs to say to get herself back on track. her speech smooths out again as soon as she segues into her questions, because she knows what she planned to ask ozma and she can tailor that to oscar instead.

but getting there? dial-up noises.

the hysterical part though is that it's really obvious this awkward verbal jumble isn't indicative of internal confusion or uncertainty, in that salem knows what she's going to do—her chosen tactics are clear and entirely coherent. she:

calms herself down and backs off.

states her intention to play nice if he cooperates.

both implicitly and explicitly differentiates him from ozma to indicate she understands he's his own person and can and will set her rage and bitterness with ozma aside to treat oscar fairly.

which is precisely what i meant in the OP, about salem having the necessary grasp of human nature to be—in theory—a formidable manipulator but lacking the social dexterity and charisma required to put it into effective practice. like, tactically this line of attack is very shrewd, but her awkward, erratic delivery cuts the legs out from under it because she sounds utterly insincere.

⭐️ she tried.

continuing on—salem first explains the context regarding what she needs to know about "the beacon relic" (sidebar, does... salem even know what it is? this is the only one she refers to this way. the lamp, the staff, the sword, and "the beacon relic"), all in a fairly amicable tone except for:

"if i know my ozma" <- she's implicitly positioning herself and oscar on the same 'side' against ozma. this follows from her deliberate rhetorical separation of oscar from ozma and also the basis of her strategy in coaxing this information out of oscar. the reason she's taking the time for this little prologue is not to help oscar understand why she captured him necessarily. she's (trying to) set out the rules of the game she is playing. trying to, because she's doing her showing-her-work-but-not-giving-the-answer thing again.

here's what she means:

"perhaps you and i can have a better working relationship. oscar, was it?" -> i can work with you because i know you're not him. "if i know my ozma, he has used some means of deception to hide [the relic's] location differently from the others." -> ozma lies. i despise him for lying to me. i expect you to prove to me that you're not like him in this specific way. "i need to know where it is." -> i want an honest answer.

salem knows he isn't going to tell her where ozma hid the relic, if oscar even knows that information; she doesn't expect or even want him to tell her that yet, necessarily. rather, this is a test. she wants to see if oscar will try to deceive her.

"that's not something i know about." he passes.

immediately, salem rewards him for being honest. "of course." she removes her hand from the hound's shoulder and moves away.

"he would keep that one guarded as long as possible." she also takes the opportunity to reinforce that she sees oscar as a separate individual and insinuates that ozma is actively keeping secrets from both of them.

and again, this is a cunning approach because:

oscar is scared and uncomfortable. he quite clearly anticipates that salem is going to get angry and hurt him as he says he doesn't know the answer. so when she accepts "i don't know" without hesitation and physically moves out of his personal space, it creates these feelings of surprise and relief.

that emotional reaction is the key to salem's strategy here. first she tells oscar that she will be reasonable if he cooperates, then she clarifies her expectations ("don't lie.") she asks a question knowing full well that he either can't or won't answer it. he says "i don't know" and braces for retaliation, but instead salem goes "okay" and turns down the heat. she's demonstrating through her actions that she's going to play fair.

"how about something easier, then? the password for the lamp."

she doesn't expect him to tell her this one either. not yet. it's another test that builds from the first. she's established that "i don't know" is a safe answer (as long as it's true). what salem's fishing for him to say now is "i'm not going to tell you that."

why? when she walked away, she left oscar hanging from the hound's jaws. salem lowered the heat—she didn't turn it all the way off. the point of all this is to teach oscar how to play her game, and the last rule he needs to know is that "i won't say" is also a safe answer. had he given her that answer, the hound would have set him down and withdrawn to lay down in the entryway.

only then would the game truly begin. the idea is to draw oscar into something like a real conversation and gradually get him comfortable saying things like "i don't know" and "i won't answer that question" by cultivating trust. once that rapport exists, it becomes really easy to turn the discussion around by asking oscar why? why not take the risk of trusting her with this or that information? after all, she's been nothing but polite and reasonable. does he truly still believe she's the evil monster ozma made her out to be? she gave him the benefit of the doubt... can't he do the same for her?

salem wins by convincing him she's a person he can negotiate with. that pulling this off would be the ultimate fuck-you to ozma only makes it more satisfying.

of course, that's not what actually happens. (partly because salem talked a circle about the "don't lie" rule and oscar—who hasn't spent the last four volumes seeing that his woman yells and flips tables when she's lied to—didn't pick up the hint.) instead, he tries to deceive her again and salem lashes out.

<- the physical violence gets all the attention from the fandom, and i do understand why, it's nasty and protracted and made to be viscerally unpleasant to watch, but. it's only a placeholder, something salem does while she considers what she's going to do—and say—to hurt him in a way that will never heal.

ok.

salem gets that oscar isn't ozma, didn't ask to become him, and feels desperate to retain his own identity distinct and separate from for as long as possible. she knows how ozma's reincarnation works, what this curse does to his hosts. it's not hard to figure out that it is a horrifying, traumatizing ordeal for the souls he's "paired" with. this is why she makes such a particular point of differentiating between oscar and ozma.

"the lies come out of you so easily." ("if i know my ozma, he has used some means of deception...")

why does she caress his face like this? to make him remember her like ozma does. "like-minded souls, indeed." you can pretend, boy, but so much of you is him that you remember even this.

the torture is just the preshow. this is the cruelest, most devastating thing she could possibly do to him, and salem knows it. she gave him a pass on pretending to be ozma, and he threw the second chance back in her face by lying to her again; she's furious and upset and she wants to HURT him.

this is how porous the boundaries between you and him have become. this is how close you are to being him. this is how little of you there is left to lose. like-minded souls, indeed.

like.

she does this to fuck with his head and it horrifies him so much that oscar spends the remainder of this arc actively choosing to endure being hazel's literal punching bag rather than let ozma take over or try to escape using ozma's magic. in 8.6:

OZMA: I’d like to express again that this is my burden to bear, not yours. His grudge is with me. OSCAR: No, it’ll be even worse. He’s holding back with me, I can tell. OZMA: I understand. I do. But you’ve done so much already. The least I can do is give you a break and try to get us out of here. OSCAR: We can’t leave yet.

they go back and forth, oscar proposes trying to flip hazel, ozma agrees it's worth a try. when hazel comes in, ozpin goes "oscar, please"—and because oscar doesn't respond, it's ambiguous whether he gives ozma control or if ozma shunts him aside again as he did at haven academy.

either way, the next we see of oscar after the interrogation scene is ozma entreating oscar to let him take over and oscar going no no no, that'll make it worse, no i don't need a break, i've got a plan, no no we have to stay here. and while his reasoning is cogent... this is a fifteen year old boy who's spent the whole day getting beaten up by a guy three times his size, and he actively wants to stay and be tortured more rather than let ozma front for a while.

and then in 8.9:

OZMA: I think this plan to divide may have run its course. It’s time we start thinking about a way out; not having our cane certainly limits our options, so… OSCAR: No! I don’t like what happens when we use magic. Every time we use it, I can feel us merging faster. I'm not ready for that.

the deeper truth gets spoken aloud.

this is not a new thing with oscar—his emotional core has always been existential dread—but framing it in this way, set against hours and hours of brutal torture that oscar insists is the less bad option, represents a massive spike in the intensity of his horror.

because salem Did That.

anyway the interrogation scene is great. 10/10.

#can't wait for her to have more Conversations in V10

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Unexpected Delivery

There had been many changes when their father returned home. Some were new, some were the old status quo reasserting itself.

As Jeff had taken over the daily running of Tracy Industries and the paperwork associated with International Rescue, Scott had managed to take back some of his old duties on the Island.

One of those was unpacking the supplies Virgil regularly brought back from the mainland.

First was the perishables: foods, some of Brains’ more exotic experimental materials, whatever-the-hell it was that Gordon was ordering in to assist in rehabilitating their surrounding sea-scape. Personal deliveries came second, portioning out the mail orders; of which a not-insignificant portion was personal food stocks – Grandma still couldn’t be dissuaded from cooking, even though everyone now had more time to contribute to kitchen duties. Third was domestic consumables: toilet paper, light bulbs, cleaning supplies, and personal grooming and hygiene products – including so much deodorant. And then maintenance supplies; raw materials for production of the custom parts necessary for the maintenance of the Thunderbirds, parts for maintenance for the Villa and auxiliary buildings.

It was a comfortable routine, and one that Scott enjoyed, especially dealing with the maintenance supplies. Checking the packing slip against their internal register of projected deliveries, using the pallet-bot to deposit the large crates and bins at the appropriate areas, before unpacking the individual crates, confirming the itemised stock within, and storing them in the appropriate locations, as he updated the warehousing inventory.

It was a simple – and satisfying – job.

Today there was an extra crate. A large roughly square crate, one and one half to two metres in every dimension and solidly built. Scott frowned at it. There was no sender’s ident, and the anonymous holographic label implanted in the rough-hewn, tightly-spaced wooden slats simply read ‘International Rescue’.

Nothing was unaccounted for on the projected deliveries. There was nothing left over from previous runs, nothing on back order.

Scott checked Virgil’s collection register. This package had been collected from their mail facility at Tracy Industries Headquarters, the security assessment on this crate was attached. Nothing untoward. No radiation, no explosive compounds, no biological matter …

Thunderbird Two’s pod sensors hadn’t detected a threat, either.

“What is it?”

Scott started, jumping as the Mechanic materialised beside him, looking between Scott and the crate curiously.

A slight hesitation – he still hadn’t fully overcome his distrust of the other man, nor had the Mechanic suddenly taken a liking to him – and he explained the situation.

“Only one way to find out. If all the scans are clear.”

Scott waved his tablet at the man, who, after a second, took it, and considered the record trail. He handed the tablet back, and summoned two of his ‘scorpion’ mechas to the crate.

“Better blow them up, than us, if your scans are wrong,” was the response to Scott’s raised eyebrow.

Scott agreed without hesitation. The crate was in a secure section of the hangars, there was no danger to any of their equipment – they had learnt that the hard way, soon after Jeff had … gone on sabbatical. The two men backed off a respectful distance, and watched as the two machines surged forward, powerful pinchers forcing themselves under the lid and prising it up, before skittering around the crate to settle either side of it, like guardians.

The back of the lid was hinged, and a holographic sign projected against the rough and splintery wood. ‘A gift. From a friend.’

The two men approached cautiously. And stared in shock at what lay on the straw at the bottom of the crate.

The Hood, bound hand and foot – hands behind his back – lay half curled with in the space. His naked body bruised and bloody, the slight rise and fall of his chest the only sign the man was alive.

Scott Tracy – Commander of International Rescue, First Responder, Qualified Paramedic, and Survivor of a POW Camp – swallowed his bile as he took in the sight of the bloody and weeping bandage around the man’s head that ineffectively protected what he knew would be the bloody and empty socket where the cybernetic eye had been.

Mutely Scott and the Mechanic stared at each other, both searching for answers the other didn’t have.

How were they ever going to explain this?

Notes:

Febuwhump Day 21 “Unresponsive”.

Whoops. I totally missed posting this one on the date. Other important dates I have missed include my mothers, and my niece's birthdays. Oh well, off to the dog house!

The standard disclaimers, I do not own Thunderbirds, either the Original Series, the Movies (both Supermarionation and Live Action), or the Thunderbirds Are Go Series. (Although I do own copies on DVD.)

I do not do this for money, but for my own (in)sanity and entertainment.

#febuwhump2024 #febuwhump2024day21 #thunderbirds are go #post season 3 #fanfic #my fanfic #scott tracy #the mechanic #the hood

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lunariamv · 9 months

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take 2

yandere x reader (but hes a gamer internet guy :OOOO); obsessive + possessive behavior, manipulation, stalking, threat of self game-ending

❈The guy is a shut in, so either you met him online or you were childhood friends before he became a full on neet-

❈ Either way, he's liked you ever since the two of you met (whether he admits it or not) and his crush only grew the longer you've been friends. And soon enough turned very unhealthy.

❈ He stalks all of your socials. Including the ones you haven't told him about. He's an internet sleuth, so he found every single one of them rather quickly. With sporadic eagerness, he looks at all of your posts to learn everything about you (that he doesn't already know).

❈ His urgency is that of a starving man, from how erratic he checks your pages and carefully sifts through them to gather as much information as he can. If you have any pictures of yourself on there, chances are he's been staring at them for hours on end.

❈ and saves them on the hard drive for later

❈ SIMP

❈ SIIIIIMMMMMPPPP

❈ Will get you anything you want. He likes to please you with gifts, so he'll buy anything your heart desires, even if you had plans to buy it yourself. This irks you to no end, because you feel inclined to pay him back, but he insists otherwise, which in turn makes you feel guilty. It's gotten so bad that you have to watch what you say around him. Even the slightest hint of you mentioning something you need, it'll already be on it's way from a delivery service. ((He has money from his remote job;; so he has plenty to spend on you))

❈ One of his favorite things is studying you, and picking up on all your mannerisms. Once he picks up on certain quirks, he can't help but notice them and get excited. At this point, he fanboys over nearly everything you do. If you're wearing a cute outfit, he's internally screaming about how 'moe' it is, or if your sneeze is adorable, or your laugh… all of your cute behaviors drive him mad.

❈ If the two of you hang out, it's usually at his place. Surprisingly, it's not too messy, but oftentimes you find yourself helping him pick up opened delivery boxes or sorting through a game or manga collection. He loves this because he likes to imagine you're his wife or his personal maid.

❈ On that note, he fantasizes way too much. Every romance or sensual anime cliché ever, he's probably already thought about your involvement in one. Maybe you made him a personal lunch, or you had plans to confess to him with a love letter. Or worse where you're his maid or catgirl-

❈ Stalks you online a lot. Most likely, he's probably waiting for you to get on. If he sees you're online, he'll instantly ask to call, or text, or beg you to play games with him. He practices almost everyday so that he can get the satisfaction of carrying you in a game.

❈ Incidentally, he thinks e-couples are cringe, but there's an obvious double-standard when you're the one playing as his pocket support. If it's the two of you, he doesn't hesitate to pretend that you're a couple around other players.

❈ Even though he might be a stuttering, introverted mess when the two of you go out and hang, he's entirely different over the computer. It's like a switch. When playing games together and calling, he's extremely level-headed and surprisingly suave. It's pretty fun to him to catch you off guard with his prowess in games, especially competitive ones. He enjoys impressing you. Watch him 1v5 and kill the entire enemy team, just because the two of you made a bet that you'd go on a date with him if he won.

❈ But in the real world, he's the loser :(

❈ When the two of you go out to hang, he's usually extremely clingy, and keeps very close to you. He doesn't really talk to other people unless he has to, like a waitress or a cashier. He's too busy internally yelling in his head whenever someone mistakes the two of you as a couple. Whether you're shy, or more forward, he loves you a lot, and wants to be with you.

❈ "…(Y/N), can we go now? Please??" He whispers with a grimace. As much as he loves spending time with you, there's too many people in here for his liking. Unfortunately, you're currently invested with this really cute stationary at this store. They have a keroppi pen set! "No." You retort, and he groans under his breath. But he has to admit, you look really adorable admiring all the stuffed animals and cute stationary.

❈ bro playing an irl dating sim fr

❈ If you two are dating, it's very wholesome stuff. The mere thought of you being together is surreal, like a dream he's yet to wake up from. He's shy when it comes to affection at first, but then later on he'll constantly ask for things, like for hugs or to hold your hand. Then even later on when he's comfortable, he's super clingy and gets jealous very easily.

❈ "Uh… can I… have your hand?" He asks quietly. Some guy was staring at you, and he wanted to set the record straight that you were already taken.

❈ You notice his apprehension, but you decide to humor him. "I don't know, can you?" You reply with a hint of playful sarcasm.

❈ He frowns with a half-lidded gaze. "Please…?" Normally, he'd be amused, but right now he's getting desperate. If it weren't for his strong sense of self restraint, he would've grabbed your hand already.

❈ His sincerity, plus the seemingly puppy dog eyes make you surrender, and you hold out your hand to him, and he hastily takes it. Once your palms touch, his grip turns tight, like you'll vanish if he lets go for even a second. Though it might not translate well externally, he's practically exploding with dopamine on the inside.

❈ unlike the last guy who calls you waifu ironically, this guy will do it 100% unironically. None of his fictional crushes can hold a candle to you.

❈ If he's good at hacking, he'll bug all of your things. There might be a tracker on your phone, or he's on cams looking at you 24/7. He might hack into your computer for files or go through phone and do subtle things, like mess with your schedules, texts, or even make you unfollow other men or friends who challenge your relationship.

❈ absolutely no murder. This man is a cowardly pacifist. Though to compensate, he's very manipulative. In the sense that he will guilt trip you whenever you don't pay enough attention to him, or make him jealous. If you don't feed his clinginess, he's going to get sad. You don't want to make him depressed and kill himself, do you?

❈ When it comes down to it, he's extremely a very insecure and paranoid man. Though he doesn't look like it at first, he's a handful, and you have to be prepared to deal with him, whether you accept him or not. After all, you're the only thing he has, and even though he lacks confidence, he's very stubborn and devoted to the things he treasures dearly.

sus like amongus

i love this type sm ;-;-;-;-;-;

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cosmivee · 7 months

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Custom Pins!

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- Please feel free to ask questions at any time when I am working! - You are 100% allowed to check in at any time or discuss how you want your pin done ^^ Ill do my best to accommodate! I will also be giving check ins while I am working to keep you in the loop

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- At this time I cannot do international shipping, terribly sorry! - May be open in the future

Minis Images 2-3 (Artists featured: TOODLETUNES and BuggleBurger )

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RULES: 1.) Only accepting art drawn by me or the client of the character. If wanting art used from another artist (like a comm you have that you like and want a pin of) you need to provide to me express written consent from the artist and show me the screenshot!

2.) Will do edits BEFORE it has been baked and resin applied, cannot do edits after.

3.) Client will be able to discuss with me ideas for add ons etc, and will get check ins depending on completion progress.

4.) All pins have a flat fee of $4 for shipping!

5.) Addresses are needed for this product. We can arrange other pick up spots (post office etc) if you would not like to share it with me (thats totally ok!)

WILL DO: Oc's and Characters! Will ONLY do art from me or the client, if wanting pin of another artist's work (like a comm you got of your oc) will need express permission. Pets! If you have a clear transparent png of them Gifts - you can order one for a friend! Must show proof of ownership etc, we can discuss Species

WON'T DO: Gore, only Candy Gore allowed. NSFW. Other Artist's art, without express permission. International Shipping. Media Images, so like movie screenshots etc.

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 1 year

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Hey, I wanted to ask if you know some fan-fics where Derek is CEO/Manager and is in a relationship or married with Stiles?? Stiles works in the company too. Thank you!

I sure do!

Love Me So (let it snow) by Innaz (zanni_scaramouche)

(1/1 I 5,573 I Explicit)

As CEO, Mr. Hale is used to spending more nights curled on his office coach than his bed, but this time it isn't an impending merger or new client deal keeping him hibernated on the fortieth floor this Christmas Eve. A city wide blizzard warning, a power outage, and a dismal lack of tea leaves him hours away from what he expects to be one of the more pathetic Christmas mornings of his life.

That is, until the new bright eyed intern scares the living crap out of him.

That Thin Line In and Out of My Bed by fadedhues

(4/4 I 5,611 I Explicit)

“Ow,” Derek says, scowling, rubbing his bicep where Laura hit him.

She retorts, “That’s what happens when you zone out and eye-fuck your new assistant, Derek,” crossing her arms and jutting a hip out.

(aka the one where Derek is a CEO of his family's company; enter Stiles, his new assistant, who happens to be extremely fuckable)

12 Days of Hale Publishing by relenafanel

(2/2 I 7,533 I General)

Something must have poked his Christmas Spirit. It might be the way Hale was watching the proceedings with a scowl on his face, unable to hide what was clear derision. Earlier, his eyes had lifted when Stiles entered the work pen with the presents, and Stiles had been under the impression he had been vaguely pleased. The only thing Stiles could think of that would make someone such a gloomy grump was not getting a gift.

“What?” Hale asked, staring at him through the glass wall that made up the part of his office facing the work area.

“I’ve got something for you!” Stiles said, waving the small rectangular present as he walked in.

“That’s not mine,” Mr. Hale said, staring at the box like it offended him. Then he stared at Stiles like he was offending him more. “You’ve made a mistake.”

“No mistake, sir. It’s a special delivery from magical Hale Holiday Elves.” Stiles gestured to his head. “See the hat. A man wearing this hat makes no mistakes.”

Mr. Hale and the Lumberjack by isthatbloodonhisshirt

(1/1 I 15,407 I Teen)

“Derek,” Stiles whined, draping himself across Erica’s desk. She patted his back comfortingly. “Derek, why doesn’t the lumberjack like me? What can I do to change that?”

“If you’ve opened your mouth around him, that explains everything,” Derek told him coldly. “Maybe try shutting up for once. And standing still. Not breathing would help your cause, too.”

Stiles let out a wail of despair, and everyone quickly moved in to comfort him. Derek scowled, annoyed, and clapped his hands loudly.

“Enough. Back to work. Stiles, get the fuck out of my department.”

“Language,” Stiles chided, pointing one finger at him while still draped across the desk.

One Way or Another by Anyshe

(11/? I 28,262 I Mature)

“A deal?” Stiles asked slowly, keeping his gaze eyeline to Derek’s even though his boss was practically looming over him as Stiles sat in his chair. “Yes, a deal. I won’t fire you. I will even give you that recommendation you want so badly and turn it into the dean of admissions myself. All you have to do is accept.” Derek’s voice oozed with promise. Like molasses, the sweetness of his promises consumed Stiles. “What would I have to do?” Stiles gulped. Derek’s mouth spread into a full grin as he leant forward, both arms caging Stiles as they rested on the arms of his chair. Derek’s face was inches from his own. If Stiles just leant a little closer he could…. “Be my boyfriend.” Wait... What?

Rules & Restrictions by DamnSterek

(11/11 I 49,795 I Explicit)

“I want you to dom me.”

Stiles had dropped his bag and had turned around to gape at Derek. He what now?

Derek had still been staring at his food, angrily, as if he wanted it to disappear.

“You want what?” Stiles asked, just to be sure. His ears must have played a trick on him. Only they hadn’t.

“I want you to dominate me,” Derek had said to his food.

“Excuse me? Are you talking to me?” Stiles had asked again.

He still couldn’t believe it as he stared at the ceiling. Derek had blushed and sputtered for a long time, especially when Stiles walked back into the room and sat down on his spot.

Stiles barely got any answers from his boss, so he had proposed to talk about it on Monday.

He had never in his dirtiest and darkest mind thought Derek Hale would be a submissive. That was just insane.

___

Or the one where Stiles and Derek indulge in a BDSM relationship without love. Also, Derek is Stiles's boss.

The New Guy by MeshackDiva

(28/28 I 59,997 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles is new to Beacon Hills. He finds a job at Hale & Co. where things are different then any other job he has had. Though, when he starts to fall for the company CEO, Stiles is unsure of what to do with himself. Does he pursue his wants, or back off and continue to work like any other employe.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #office au #anon

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