#i won't take it as you liking the fact that i got bad news lol

[toecrust69]

Can I request a gn!reader x batfam? The reader is in the batfamily business and is the 2nd youngest. They’re on a mission with the others, when they get hit by a alien tech which turns the reader into a toddler (2-3 years old?)😱 so the batfamily had to take care of the reader till they find an antidote. You can end it with the reader being turned back to their original age?

Young Again

Warnings: cursing, Bad writing, mild mention of violence

A/n: sorry if this took a while to get out, I was at a concert when I got this lol

Enjoy!!

'Bruce is not going to like this...' You thought to yourself as you looked up at everyone towering over you.

"Aw, look at them! Even their suit shrinked" Dick squeeled as he bent down to better look at you.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance and just ignored him.

Damian stared down at you with a smirk, clearly amused.

Tim was busy creating an antidote on the side but he'd glanced at you every once in a while.

Jason was dying of laughter, clutching his stomach in pain only a couple feet away.

And, as expected, Dick was treating you like a baby.

Which you technically were, but-

Damian hummed, "How will we tell father?" He asked.

Jason finally finished his laughing fit and walked over to all of you.

"Simple," he glanced down at you, "we don't. Problem solved".

"What? But that doesn't solve to pro-"

"Hush," Jason put a finger over damians mouth and he immediately smacked it away in disgust. "How do you think Bruce is gonna react to this news? Do you think he's gonna be happy?" Jason reasoned.

Damian thought about it for a second. "Hm, I suppose so"

Standing up, Dick looked over his shoulder at Tim, "How's the antidote going?"

Tim clicked away at the batcomputer rapidly before turning to look at everybody. "It's almost done, it should be out in about an hour" he stated calmly.

"An hour!?" Dick and Damian said in unison.

You huffed out in annoyance and Jason looked back down at you with a smirk.

He crouched down to your level just like Dick had a few moments ago, but instead of baby talking you, he flicked your forehead.

You stumbled back rather ungraciously with a loud and painfull 'thump' and Jason began laughing again.

Even Damian chuckled.

"Hey!" You whined just as Dick and Tim turned to look at you.

Dick was about to help you up when you felt two hands grab you from behind and pick you up.

You all turned and saw who it was; Alfred.

Alfred put you against his hip and looked down at you.

Smiling warmly, he gently poked your nose before looking down at Jason who had since stopped laughing but was still crouching down.

"What did you do to them?" He demanded.

Everybody stammered in an attempt to find an explanation when you finally spoke. "Alien tech. Patrol" you said simply and he looked down at you again.

"Ah, I see" he said, looking up at the rest. "And how exactly do you plan on telling Master Bruce about this?" He asked.

Everybody froze and Alfred almost immediately understood.

They weren't planning on telling him

He huffed and everybody instantly felt a bit bad.

"Sorry, Alf" Jason said sheepishly.

"Yes, we didn't know what else to do" Damian explained and everybody followed suit.

"Well, I don't know what he'll do but I sure do know for a fact that he won't like this"

"Who won't like what?"

Everybody froze and looked behind Alfred to see who it was.

Bruce.

He set down his mask and ran a hand through his messy, sweaty hair.

"And why are you back early from patrol?"

Alfred kept his back to Bruce while everybody else scrambled to find an explanation once again.

They were all trained to be great at lying but it all went out the window the moment they had to do it to Bruce.

They were talking over one another and Bruce couldn't understand a thing either of them was saying.

"Okay, okay, calm down and speak one at a time" everybody settled down and looked at him.

"Father, we-"

"No," he put his hand up, signaling at him to stop talking, "let Dick speak first. He's the oldest," he looked at all the other brothers, "and the most mature. At least for the most part"

Dick gulped and everybody turned to look at him.

Some sent him empathetic looks while the rest simply smirked, knowing he'd mess up.

"Well, w-we were out on patrol when..." He glanced at you in Alfred's arms for a split second and that was all the Bruce needed.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Alfred.

He gasped and everybody, including you, braced themselves for an earfull.

But when nothing happened, they looked at him.

Instead of a fuming Bruce, they saw a sad Bruce.

You froze as he brought his hands and picked you up off of Alfred grip.

He pulled you close to his chest and silent tears began soaking into your hair.

Bruce was crying.

Bruce Wayne, Batman, was fucking crying.

"B-Bruce are you crying!?" Jason gasped.

"No, its just the rain"

"Father, it's not even-"

"Shh, let him have his moment" Dick slapped a hand over Damian's mouth just like Jason had.

Everybody stood awkwardly— some staring in awe— behind Bruce meanwhile you slowly melted into his touch.

When you arrived at the manor, you were just 3 years old— still a toddler.

Originally, he would've never adopted you but you were technically his child and he knew your mother would start a huge scandal if he didn't accept you.

But as time passed, he grew to fall in love with your bright and once innocent personality.

Sometimes he stays up in the middle of the night, remembering the times you were young and innocent and he just wishes he could go back in time and stop you from joining the vigilante life.

Sometimes he'd cry. Just like now.

He knew they'd probably make fun of him for it later but he didn't care— all he could think about was how his beautiful, innocent baby was back.

Even if it wasn't true, even if it was just for a split second, he loved it.

Suddenly, a loud ding rang from behind you and you turned to see what it was.

"Oh, the antidotes ready" Tim walked over to the bright green liquid in a bottle and gently picked it up.

"I thought you said it'd take an hour?"

"And I thought you said you wanted an antidote" he said sassily like the gay dude be was.

He turned on his heel and locked eyes with Bruce.

"Can I...?"

Bruce nodded his head and reluctantly pulled away from you before wiping his tears.

Tim thanked him briefly and scooped you up.

He propped you onto his lap and slowly fed the nasty green liquid into your mouth.

You held back a gag and nearly spat it out but you fought through it and drank it all.

Tim immediately pushed you off of him and set you down on the floor.

You were about to complain when you suddenly felt a sharp pain shoot through your body as it grew to its original size.

You tried your best to bite back a groan and hunched over in pain.

It felt like you were burning from the inside out, like a million scorpions were biting every part of your body.

But thankfully it was only for a few seconds.

Alfred and a Tim rushed over to your weak form and helped you up.

"We'll take them to their room so they can rest, the antidote was painful" Tim explained.

They eventually disappeared up the stairs with you, leaving everybody else alone.

They all thought they were clear when Bruce suddenly spoke. "Well, who wants to tell me what happened?"

.

I'm not really proud of this fic but I hope yall were!

-toes

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[vampireloverz]

can't help it, i want you

pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem! reader

words: 3.1k

cw/tw: infidelity (reader cheats on an unnamed boyfriend with bakugou), best friends to lovers, quirkless au, oral (f → receiving), unprotected sex, size difference, light choking (bakugou → receiving), reader and bakugou are kind of messed up people lol, unhealthy relationships

You coming over to Bakugou’s apartment isn’t unusual but your visits have slightly dwindled since you got a boyfriend. He can't help the sour expression that blooms on his face when he reminds himself of that fact. 

You’ve told Bakugou his name at least five times now but he’s never bothered remembering it. This fling won't last past the summer, he thought when you told him you were seeing someone. Not that he didn’t think you weren’t great, he just figured you’d realize you can do better. But September is suddenly nearing its end and you’re still going steady. 

Bakugou shakes off the thought. Now, at least, you’re sat beside him, no boyfriend in sight.

The routine is easy as ever; you bring alcohol he likes and you tolerate, he wrinkles his nose at your choice of pizza toppings but orders it the way you ask for (he always fights a smile when you kiss his cheek as a thank you), and you both pick a movie.

But you’re too pretty tonight, he has one too many drinks, and the glimmer of cinnamon sugar from the dessert on your lips is all too tempting.

You’re in the kitchen when he kisses you. Well, when he tries to.

He leans into you, heart aching at the domesticity of you knowing your way around his apartment, but you turn your face. Bakugou’s lips graze your ear as he leans his weight onto you, the two of you end up with your faces pressed cheek to cheek.

“What are you…?” you let him press you against a counter, his hands finding your sides.

“He doesn’t deserve you,” Bakugou mumbles.

“Katsuki,” you sigh, voice tinged with something he can’t place.

He wishes he had figured out his feelings for you before some other guy asked you out, he has no one to blame but his own emotional constipation. It's only been a few months but your new boyfriend is smitten, he doesn’t blame the guy. And Bakugou can see why you like him, sort of. He’s cookie-cutter handsome, nice to the point that it’s annoying, and Bakugou hates him.

He still wishes, wants, waits. He’s been waiting, and the wanting and wishing have grown into a dull ache that swells each time he sees you.

“Do you really like him?” the question tastes bitter in his mouth, the only thing that might be worse is if you say yes.

In the following silence he takes his answer, finding the courage to lift his head and kiss you. He knows this is bad— but fuck, you kiss him like you want him too, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him close. Your tongue glides against his own and he groans into your mouth, blood singing in his veins like this is the first time he’s truly come alive. 

You pull back suddenly, panting like you’ve forgotten how to breathe, “Wait, Bakugou—”

His body pressed against yours feels right, both of you seem to slot together perfectly, “I like you.”

“Katsuki,” you say again, his name sounds best when you say it, “Don’t say that.”

He doesn’t speak, but he presses his lips to the hinge of your jaw, light and sweet. He wishes he could say he loves you.

“We can’t,” you whisper, voice wobbling ever so slightly.

He waits, breathing you in. You don’t move away.

Bakugou has to dig deep to find it in himself to take a step back. Then another, again and again until there’s respectable distance between you two. When your eyes meet, his stomach twists with shame.

Your expression softens after a moment, “I should go.”

Bakugou makes a noise that’s closer to a growl than he’d like to admit, but it makes you laugh, the tension in the room slightly eased. You pat his cheek on your way past him, lifting up on your toes to kiss him quick, then you’re out the door. The press of your lips is chaste and fleeting, but it’s more than he expected. 

It’s been a short while since you’d seen each other, even your text conversations have dwindled to almost nothing. The morning after the… incident, he’d texted you something apologetic and vague, never working up the nerve to double down on his feelings. You’d sent him back something sweet and placid, something that made him wonder if you’d be so forgiving if he’d ever kiss you again.

Despite his text, he’s not sorry in the slightest. He got to kiss you, hold you, even for a short while. 

At least a few times a week Bakugou finds his cock leaking and stubbornly hard in his hand when his thoughts drift to the feel of your lips on his, your soft little moan when he’d slid his tongue along yours. He has to dig his teeth into his pillow so his neighbors won’t hear him groaning out your name in the dead of night, making a mess all over his stomach and hand.

Having the same circle of friends makes seeing each other again inevitable. Especially when Mina is hosting, something festive and autumnal fit for a mid October party. And she expects everyone to be there— to be fair, her parties are worth it. 

Seeing your boyfriend’s arm around your waist for hours though? Definitely not worth the free booze and food. It’s infuriating, and it doesn’t help that you look damn good tonight. Jeans on the right side of too tight, lips shiny with something sparkly— he isn’t drunk enough to deal with this.

Your boyfriend ducks down for a kiss but you full on dodge, his lips don’t even have the chance to graze your cheek. Bakugou has to bite his tongue to not bark out a laugh.

My gloss, he reads your lips and knows your voice is whiny even though he can’t hear it. If he was your boyfriend right now, he’d kiss you until your stupid gloss disintegrated. 

He stares down into his beer when he hears the tinkling of your laughter across the room. There's no way your boyfriend is that funny. Frustration begins to bubble into irritation and Bakugou realizes he doesn’t have it in him to pretend to be cordial tonight, he hopes the walk home will cool him down. Bakugou downs the rest of his drink and tells Kirishima not to wait up, then he’s out the door.

He doesn’t make it more than a block before he hears your voice calling out for him.

It takes two shouts of his name for him to finally turn, hands in his jacket pockets and the best surly expression he can muster as you approach, a half jog that is slightly slowed by your heavy boots.

“Katsuki,” the way you’re panting reminds him of the last time he saw you, breathing nearly as heavily with his hands on your hips— “What the hell? You left without saying bye.”

He has to turn his head to the side to rip his eyes away from your parted lips, “Don’t feel good. ‘M goin’ home.”

You finally catch up to him, coming in close to put your hand on his bicep and search under his bangs for his eyes, “What’s wrong?”

Something electric passes through him at the point of contact and he tries not to think so hard about how much time has passed since you’d last touched.

His lips twitch into a smile at your worry, “Go back to the party, have some fun.”

You huff, “I didn’t even get to talk to you.”

He gives you a look, brows furrowed.

“I came tonight to…” 

To see you, hangs heavy in the air. The long eye contact touches on awkward, heated, your hand is still on his arm.

“Can I walk you to your place?” he spits out, fumbling to fix himself he hurriedly adds, “Unless, uh, your boyfriend minds.”

“He’s getting a cab.”

“So?”

“So walk me home.”

The curve of your smile is sweet and easy but your eyes have glint in them that’s far too knowing. Something flutters in his stomach, he nods, “C’mon.”

You kissed him. Bakugou is sure of that. Mostly sure, anyway.

He’d walked you home as promised, no funny business. Both of you platonically catching up, until you invite him in— want a drink, Katsuki? with that same sweet smile— and now he’s got his hands up your shirt and your tongue in his mouth. Your tacky gloss smears onto his lips, something tinged with artificial sweetness that spreads over his tongue like cheap candy.

“Does it feel this good when he kisses you?”

His question goes ignored as you chase his lips with a groan of frustration when he doesn’t give you what you want. You huff and grab the front of his shirt, holding him steady as you pout up at him.

“Does it matter?”

Bakugou grins, that’s all the answer he needs.

“Nah,” he concedes as he unclasps your bra, “It doesn’t.”

The only other question he asks is if it’s alright to take off your underwear, his grin growing wider when you give him an enthusiastic yes.

You make a noise in your throat, something close to a whimper when his fingers pet down your slit, “Fuck, Katsuki, what are we doing?”

Bakugou almost laughs at your tone. Guilt. Guilty but not showing signs of wanting to stop his fingers pumping in and out of you. Guilty, but your cunt gets wetter when he thumbs at your clit.

Not guilty enough, maybe not guilty at all.

Guilt or lack thereof becomes the least of his worries when you start to beg for his mouth on your cunt. The moment he drops to the floor he’s sure his knees will bruise but can’t find it in himself to care. Bakugou turns his face to bite at the softness of your thighs, groaning at the warmth of your body. You whine for him, his tongue, and your hands are in his hair, tugging insistently.

As much as he wants to get you off, he needs to memorize you first. He leaves sloppy kisses down your leg until his face is pressed against the seam of your thigh and hip. Bakugou can’t help it, he sucks in a deep breath, the heady scent of you makes his eyes roll back.

You squirm and pull his hair again, “Come on, perv,” but your tone is affectionate.

He gives in, adjusting so your thighs press around his ears as he licks a fat stripe up your pussy. The taste of you is sweet and bitter and better than all of his fantasies because it’s you. You’re soaking his face and he loves it, he can’t help but touch himself as he laves his tongue over your clit, following the rhythm of your rolling hips. 

Bakugou honest to God moans at the way your pussy twitches when you cum, his cock throbbing as he wonders what it would feel like to have you cumming around him. When he finally recognizes your moans aren’t wordless, his balls tighten and twitch— he’s cumming because you’re moaning his name.

Your moans quickly become overstimulated whines when Bakugou redoubles his efforts, arms curling around your thighs as he works his mouth over your cunt. He needs to make you cum again, he just has to, he might never get to feel your twitching clit on his tongue again. Your hands in his hair turn painful but he likes it, loves the feel of you shuddering as your first orgasm rolls into the next, your taste and moans even sweeter the second time.

He rests his forehead on your trembling thigh, eyes closed and trying to regain some composure while he catches his breath. He doesn’t know how he’s going to act as if he hadn’t just lived through one of his top three fantasies. Neither of you move for a long while, nothing but the sound of deep breaths and ambient noise from outside.

Eventually, his legs start getting pins and needles, so he finally rises. He thinks you’re asleep for a moment but you blink your eyes open, looking like it takes great effort to do so.

“Hey,” you whisper, a satisfied smile playing on your lips.

He bends down to kiss you, breath catching when your tongue traces the seam of his lips, licking away the taste of you. Your smile doesn’t budge when he pulls away.

His voice is hoarse when he tells you, “I’m gonna head home,” even though all he wants to do is curl up beside you and sleep with you in his arms.

“No, hey, I’m—” you yawn long and hard enough for him to chuckle, “I’m up, I’m up.”

Bakugou nudges your cheek with his knuckles, “You’re gonna pass out any minute now.”

“Stay,” you whisper, pulling him to sit beside you on the bed.

“Sure,” he says easily, pleased you want to fall asleep with him there, “I’ll lock up on my way out.”

“No,” you protest, “Stay.”

“Oh.”

Bakugou swallows harshly, feels his brows furrow. This whole… hookup— affair? Can you call what just happened an affair? Whatever it was, it was a bad idea. He never wanted to make you a cheater.

His eyes trace over the curve of your hip, the empty space beside you on the bed, the look on your face that’s anything but regretful. 

“Yea, ‘course.”

Bakugou doesn’t know why he’s not really upset at being the other woman. Sure, you might have a boyfriend but you keep finding your way back to his place— finding your way underneath him. 

Sometimes, oftentimes, you have to reach over and silence your phone— both of you ignore the name on caller ID— and he tells himself that this guy is a temporary distraction for you, he’s got nothing on your ten years with him. Bakugou loved you first. Bakugou has loved you for longer. He’d let you shatter him into a million pieces just to feel your touch. He’d put himself back together just for the chance that you’d do it again.

It takes until mid-November for him to realize all the cliches and stereotypes are true, almost too movie-like. Late nights at work, lying by omission, sneaking out of parties (you go now, I’ll leave in ten minutes) to hook up in each other’s apartments or cars, hiding hickeys. He even finds himself cagey around his phone as if he’s the one with the boyfriend.

But beyond that he goes about his days like normal. Not an ounce of guilt as he waits for the next opportunity to see you. And somehow he doesn’t blame you. You’ll leave him soon, you told Bakugou yourself.

Somehow he doesn’t mind not being able to think clearly when you’re involved. He knows it’s fucked but can’t pretend to give a damn when your nails are scratching down his back and you’re moaning his name like he owns you.

There’s no way someone is knocking at his door at this hour. Bakugou burrows his face deeper into his pillow and ignores it. But the knocks come again, hurried and insistent. He groans and cracks an eye open to check his phone for the time.

2:54 AM

No notifications.

“Fuck,” he grumbles, determined to fall asleep again.

Another short burst of someone’s knuckles and he rises, trudging out of his bedroom with a scowl and determined to throttle whoever has woken him up. He rubs the heel of his palm into his eye as he opens the door, “Somebody better be fucking dead—”

He hardly has time to register that it’s you at his door before you’re kissing him. You’ve never kissed him out in the open like this, he doesn’t know what else to do besides kiss back, only pulling away when he remembers what time it is.

“Hey, what’s going—?”

“He dumped me,” you tell him. You’re grinning.

Bakugou sucks in a sharp breath then lets it out in a slow whisper, “Yea?”

Then you’re kissing him again, hands on his chest pushing him back into his apartment. The press of your lips holds a desperation he doesn’t remember being there before. He loves it.

The path to his bedroom is easy to follow, even in the dark, the two of you have done this dance more than enough times. Clothes fall by the wayside without so much as a word, you both know why you’re here. 

You’re where he likes you best; underneath him and waiting, wanting, wet because of him.

He needs to be inside you so badly, he can’t reach for a condom quickly enough. The bedside drawer is almost in reach but you grab his wrist and redirect it to your bare breasts, nipple hardening under his palm. Bakugou’s cock throbs when you shake your head at him, he thinks he might cum on the spot. 

“Gonna let me fuck you properly now?” he asks, voice steady like his desire for you isn’t strong enough to make even his bones ache.

“Yes,” you reply, and the word sounds a little bit like a sob.

He loses himself the moment he sinks his cock into the tight, wet clutch of you. Bare for the first time. You say something but he can’t hear it over his own heartbeat, too wrapped up in the way your cunt feels impossibly warm around him. 

“Fuck,” he groans, eyelids fluttering but not quite closing as he starts to move, “I missed you.”

You make a noise somewhere between a laugh and a moan, your tits moving attractively with each thrust, “Me or my pussy?”

Bakugou’s head hangs between his shoulders, hair falling into his eyes as he barks out a rough laugh, “Yes— both— dunno.”

It feels even better to have you like this. Fucking you without a condom, yes, but knowing you have no obligations to anyone else.

Bakugou holds himself above you with his forearms on either side of your head. Close enough for your breaths to mix, close enough to kiss you until his head spins. He almost keens when you nip his bottom lip, he takes the sting of your teeth with pride.

“You’re mine,” you tell him, your hand curving around his neck. You squeeze, nails digging into his pulse, and the headrush makes him moan.

“Uh-huh,” he replies through a smile, voice strained when your hand tightens minutely, “Yours. All yours, baby, fuck—”

You grin at that, pulling him down for a kiss and wrapping your arms around him. He lets himself be pressed close, needing to feel your heart close to his.

“You mine, baby?” he asks, turning his face to kiss your arm.

You nod enthusiastically, “Yes! Yes, please, I’m gonna—”

“C’mon,” he grunts between hard thrusts, eager to feel you cum around his cock, “Say it, say it back.”

When you gasp and moan, “I’m yours!” Bakugou swears you mean it.

#bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #📝 — bnha #bakugou 🧡 #💒.txt #no beta we die like men o7

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Request: Inigo Dragonov scenario where we (his darling) didn’t cave into remarrying him. (I guess this is like an alternative timeline from the original storyline). He was thinking about bankrupting our family, so aside from that, what if we also didn’t want to remarry him because we found a new lover (that even his private investigators didn’t know about). And to make it even more soap opera drama like, our new man is Inigo’s old university rival (who’s still also his company’s rival). I’m sorry…I just love these tropes/cliches. What makes it even ❤️provokingly❤️ worse is if his rival were just to see Inigo across the street one day on an outing with us and our twin babies…and just kiss the babes while pulling us into an embrace…all while keeping a long deadlock stare with Inigo. Like DUSKGSJOSLHWJJJWJ!!!!!!!!! Unleash Inigo’s full yandere potential after being forced to witness this!

Yandere! CEO! Arranged! Ex-husband x AFAB! Ex-wife! Reader

WHAT IF: You refused to marry him?

Ooh anon, you're the worst (lovingly). You really want Iñigo to suffer huh?

Once more, I'm delving into Iñigo's lore because fun fact, Rowan may be my first yandere OC, but Iñigo had a whole novel just exploring him and his actual partner, Ykaidi! (I unpublished it on Wattpad though, it's so cringe lol. Also, there's so much stuff I changed so technically, the original timeline IS an au in itself) So this will be a good creative exercise to explore his personality more.

He's one traumatized bitch.

No?

Did you really say no?

Iñigo scoffed before tilting his head to the side, a bit bewildered.

"This..."

Words died down in his throat as he saw your resolute face.

"A-are you sure you don't want to marry me? I told you that the children needs a father figure in their life."

He somehow got a bad feeling about this. And that proved right as you gave him a soft smirk.

"They do, actually. It's not you though."

Iñigo felt his blood run cold.

His ears started to ring from the shock he received.

"You..." You have another man? That was not... Him?

How could that possibly be?! He always made sure that his private investigators would know each and every single one of the people that you spoke to back in New Zealand.

He should rethink his choices right now.

"But, Elise and Elliot needs their biological father. I am their bio father!" Iñigo yelled, his jaw ticking. But you only rolled your eyes.

"Did you think I would take into account on going back to you?!" You screamed, marching up to him and pushing him back. Your heart squeezed in pain as it pumped to accomodate the anger rising inside of you. "You neglected me. Insulted me in ways I don't even hear from my parents!"

You stomped one step, as if crushing his heart in pieces.

"Why would I come back to you?" Your voice, crackled with the pent up anger, gave a raw, intense tone of rage that echoed your beating heart. "You must think I'm stupid if I'll run to you."

Iñigo's vision swam, breathing heavily as he felt small, pressured....

Intimidated.

He never took account of you moving on and hating him to the point of getting another man. But you did. You did what he thought was impossible.

"Sweetheart... Please..." His tone was getting desperate, clawing at the seams to make sure he won't burst from the emotions he's feeling.

Iñigo is an emotional man. Yes, he may seem cold hearted and reserved, but when it comes to you, it's different.

His hand trembled, wanting to grab your hand to rest upon his cheeks and place a shackle on it.

"I'm going." You whispered before walking out of him.

~~~Two weeks later~~~

It's been hell in Iñigo's company. He's working his employees like dogs to create the best fashion company out there.

Whatever that means.

But all he knows he needs to outrank the Smith's when it comes to the Fashion influence across the world.

He needs to outrank you.

He needs to be more popular.

More rich.

More influential.

He drank another coffee, letting the coffee dribble down his chin and onto the hardwood table.

"Indigo, I think you need to take a break." Oliver said, using the nickname he's been using since he was a child. Iñigo looked up and saw Oliver holding up a mirror, reflecting how bad Iñigo looked.

"Wow, way too drive the nail further. Fuckhead." Iñigo glared at Oliver before shaking his head and standing up. "Alright. I'll go for a walk, Livi."

Iñigo went to the bathroom, fixing his appearance, shaving a bit, and adding light makeup to his face, just to hide the circles on his eyes.

Damn, he even knew how to apply makeup just to impress you, the fashion icon you are.

His tongue stung, remembering when he called you frumpy.

He got down through the elevators and walked towards the park. His steps heavy and straightforward. He ignored the stares he got, some shocked, some flirty, but he didn't mind them.

Because once he looked up to cross the street, his eyes widened seeing you and...

"Steven..?"

Steven. He knows him so well.

He's an academic rival back then in highschool and college, and now a business rival too.

He also can't believe he's now a love rival also?

Iñigo always remained victorious between them, with Steven simmering in second place.

But Steven only laughs, rolls his eyes and moves on.

He hated that part of him.

But now, it seems that Steven is leading in one aspect.

And it's you.

Steven looked around, sightseeing before landing on Iñigo.

Both froze, unsure of what to do.

But this time, Steven smirked and pulled you close, kissing your temple lovingly then scooping Elise and Elliot into his arms, laughing as they giggled in Glee.

People awed at the sight, seeing this "father" play with his children and being openly affectionate with his "wife."

The perfect family.

Iñigo feels like he's looking into the spotlight, looking into a pedestal that looked too far from his reach.

He wanted to break the hands that affectionately caressed your hips, to tear the lips that kissed your temple, to break the ankles that dared walk up to you.

He felt something crack inside him.

Sure, he won't use violence.

On you.

But, the prospect of Steven dying in his arms, torturing him for hours sounds delightful.

He finally snapped.

He's not afraid of blood, nor guts nor any of that gorey stuff.

He got his yandere side from his biological father after all, not Allastor. It was never Allastor, after all, he's a really sweet man.

He could never spawn a devil in hiding.

And, as Iñigo walk away to buy the necessary items to torture Steven, he smirked.

"Business be damned. I'm taking what's mine."

#yandere boyfriend #yandere imagines #yandere male #yandere writing #male yandere x reader #tw yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere fic #yandere drabbles #lizzaneiaelizalde

[astrophileous]

Love Bugs was sooo good!!! Do you think they’d let Penelope plan a baby shower with the entire team? Maybe even a sex reveal and Penelope truly trying her best to not reveal it early, the others on Garcia duty to make sure she doesn’t let anything slip LOL

WAIT HOLD ON THAT IS SUCH A CUTE CONCEPT???

and I hope you don't mind me putting my own twist to this, but you literally just reminded me of this insta reel I saw a while back of a couple who was doing a sex reveal privately on the beach with a cake, and then the wife, very innocently pulled out the candle so that the husband could cut it, not realizing the cream sticking on the candle would prematurely reveal the sex to them 😭 now I just can't stop imagining Penelope accidentally doing the same thing KAJJSJEJ IT WOULD BE HILARIOUS

btw thank you so much for reading love bugs, I'm soooo happy you liked it <3333

Love Bugs Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

You couldn't have been less inclined towards the idea the first time Penelope had brought it to your attention.

The next time she did, Penelope knew better than to come empty-handed. Thankfully for her, JJ and Emily both seemed to be partial towards Penelope's brilliant suggestion.

"I think it'll be great, (Y/N)," JJ had said. "I never did one for Henry, but I helped a girlfriend host hers once. It was fun."

"And I, personally, am always down for a party." Emily grinned.

"But a gender reveal party, guys? Seriously?"

"It'll be great, Beets. Trust me," Penelope swore. "Plus, you don't need to worry your pretty little head with anything. You just sit back, relax, and let us three do the heavy liftings."

Eventually, with the right doses of persuasion and incessant pleading, you agreed to let them throw a sex reveal party for the baby; with one condition: you wanted to keep the whole thing small and simple.

But small and simple weren't exactly Penelope's forte.

JJ and Emily tried their best to keep the tech analyst in check during the entire planning process. It was bad enough that the two of them had to take turns monitoring Penelope to make sure she wasn't stepping out of any line, but when they finally received the envelope from your doctor containing the sex of the baby, Penelope grew even worse.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Penelope yelped when Emily's voice suddenly appeared beside her. The blonde scrambled to click a few buttons on her computer screen to close the page she was looking at before Emily could see what she was doing, but it was too late.

"Wasn't that the archive of the hospital (Y/N) goes to?"

"What? No. Of course not. Why? Did you think I hacked it? That's ridiculous, why would I ever hack--"

"Garcia," Emily's stern voice cut her off. "Did you seriously just hack a hospital's records to find out the sex of (Y/N)'s baby?"

Penelope's silence was all the confirmation that Emily needed.

"It won't happen again," the tech analyst murmured shamefully.

But it did, in fact, happen again.

"Pen?" JJ's eyebrows creased when, just a few days later, she spotted Penelope sitting behind the desk in her office.

"Yes? Oh, hi! Hey, how are ya? Nothing to see here!"

Penelope offered JJ a sheepish smile, one that was intended to conceal trouble but instead spoke of one. JJ's eyes squinted.

"What's that in your hand?"

"Oh, this?" Penelope raised her right hand, showing JJ the figurine of a duck dressed as Superman that she, for some reason, was holding. "It's my new buddy. I got him at a flea market last week. Isn't he cute?"

"I meant your other hand, Pen."

JJ raised her eyebrows expectantly.

Soon enough, Penelope surrendered to JJ's stare of death--the one that she had perfected since becoming a mother--and handed the envelop into JJ's awaiting palm.

"I'm sorry," Penelope said meekly, like a child being scolded after being caught with her hand in the candy jar.

A week before the party was supposed to be held, JJ had safely dropped the cake order at the bakery, along with the sacred envelope that you had entrusted in her care. In hindsight, it looked as though everything was finally going according to plan.

Until the D-day rolled around.

As Emily held down the fort back at Derek's and your shared place, JJ and Penelope resorted to cake duty. JJ let Penelope go into the bakery to grab the cake while she stayed in the car for a quick phone call. When Penelope didn't yet reappear after five minutes, JJ decided to follow her inside to see what was holding her up.

"Hey, Pen?" JJ called to Penelope, who was standing like a deer caught in headlights in the middle of the room. In front of her, the baker was holding the box of cake with visible confusion on his face. "What's wrong?"

"She's just been standing there like that. Frozen. Like she saw a ghost," the baker informed.

"Pen?"

"The apron," Penelope whispered.

"What?"

"The apron."

"What ap--oh no."

JJ's eyes widened almost comically when she finally registered what had Penelope looking so stunned.

"Sir," JJ began, "you didn't happen to be working on this cake before we came in, did you?"

"Yeah, I did. I was just finishing it up. Filling in the buttercream and adding some final touches."

JJ sighed. "So, you're saying that the buttercream on your apron is the buttercream you used to fill in the cake?"

JJ's question prompted the baker to look down at the apron he was wearing.

More specifically, at the colored buttercream that spoiled the sex of your baby.

"We've got a situation," JJ said to Emily as soon as she and Penelope found her in your kitchen half an hour later.

"What is it?"

"Me and Pen accidentally found out about the sex."

"You what?!"

"I found out about the sex. I know the sex," Penelope murmured from where she was standing behind JJ. "I know what it is. I know what--hey, you two!"

The three women swiveled their heads towards the doorway, seeing you standing there with Derek practically gluing himself to your back.

"Hi, girls. Everything alright in here?"

"Everything is fine! Why wouldn't it be?" Penelope chuckled nervously.

A frown appeared between Derek's eyebrows. "Babygirl, you okay?"

Penelope waved him off. "I'm fanta... bulous."

"Fantabulous?" Emily whispered.

"Pretty sure it's a combination of fantastic and fabulous." JJ whispered back.

You stared at Penelope in concern. "You sure you're okay, Pen?"

"I'm fine, Beets! Splendid, even! I'm just so happy to see the three of you! God, look at that. You're all so perfect together. My Beets, Chocolate Thunder, and your beautiful baby--"

"Okay!" JJ exclaimed, cutting Penelope off before she could spill the main surprise. "We've still got a lot of work to do here, so... go, both of you."

As soon as you and Derek were out of earshot, JJ said to Penelope, "Pen, you gotta calm down."

"I can't. Oh my God, I can't calm down. It's the knowing. I hate knowing secrets, I'm not good with them."

"It's only for one more hour," Emily reasoned. "You can do this. Just... take a deep breath."

JJ and Emily somehow managed to keep Penelope from spiraling any further, long enough for them to finally commemorate the main event of the night. Your living room was crowded with beloved and very familiar faces: members of the BAU and a few friends of yours and Derek's. The speakers were blasting "September" by Earth, Wind & Fire, and you stood in front of the guests with Derek to your side when Emily and Penelope finally brought out the cake.

"Ladies and gents, we're about to witness a very important moment in history," JJ announced to the room. "In a few minutes, we'll finally find out the sex of the newest member of the (Y/L/N)-Morgan's household!"

The crowd erupted in cheers. You felt Derek give your hip a squeeze.

"Does anyone care to share their guesses?" JJ asked.

Shouts of "boy" and "girl", and a very vague shriek of "twins", all piled on top of one another. JJ quickly gestured with her hands for the crowd to calm back down.

"Without further ado, I present to you, Derek Morgan and (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!"

As your guests exploded in a synchronized ovation, Derek pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. "You ready, Bug?"

"As long as you are, Mr. Morgan."

You and Derek each grabbed a knife from the table, but before the blades could touch the cake, Penelope's voice stopped you in your tracks.

"Wait, let me remove those candles for you."

"No, Penelope!"

Emily's warning came too late.

The entire room held their breaths at the sight of the candles in Penelope's hand. The tech analyst darted her eyes in confusion before she realized what she had done.

"Oh no."

"Is that--" Derek's voice sounded lost in awe.

"Yes, it is," you breathed out.

"The cream, it's--"

"I know." A humorous chuckle escaped your chest as a lone tear fell down your cheek. "It's a blue buttercream. We're having a boy."

Derek didn't waste any second before gathering you in his arms. Around you, your crowds of friends celebrated along in a sequence of hoorays and applause. But even in the midst of that ruckus, you felt like there were no other people left on this world with you other than Derek and your baby.

Your son.

"Hey, Little Man," Derek whispered as his hand landed on your belly. "I can't wait to meet you."

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[barzysunflower]

Can you write something where Mat and his girlfriend get pregnant and it’s not bad but it’s super unexpected and they are very surprised and unsure about everything when it comes to a baby?

unexpected - mat barzal

thank you sm for the request!! loved thinking & writing about this!! sorry for the delay, this has been written for a long time I just delayed posting this lol

word count: 1.5k

PART 2 OUT NOW PART 2.1 PART THREE

Pregnant. Not one, not two, but four tests confirmed it. Crap.

Tears escaped your eyes, the anxiety eating at you until you ended up crying on the bathroom floor. You were not ready for a baby at all. You loved your boyfriend a lot and had just moved in with after two years together, but both of you were still young and your careers were just really taking off. You had finally gotten your masters and years of hard work and landed a good job and Mat had just signed an amazing deal with the Islanders that would put his career on another level. Throwing a baby into the mix, when you were both so busy already, was not ideal. However, picturing Mat with a little baby in his arms made your heart melt.

After you calmed down and processed the information with a clear mind, you had a couple of hours before Mat would be coming home from a road trip. No matter how many times you played out telling him the news, you got more and more anxious. Mat was a sensitive person and you knew he wouldn't get angry or leave you, but this was huge news at the wrong time.

"Babe? I'm home!," Mats voice rang through the apartment. You hadn't heard him come in or even checked your phone where he'd let you know he was on his way. You smiled softly at him from the couch you were sitting on when he stepped into the living room. He sported a big smile on his face and held a small bouquet of flowers in his hands. "How are you?"

You stood up to hug him tightly, burying your face in the crook of his neck. He was only gone for a few days, but you'd missed him terribly, especially now with you being unexpectedly pregnant, you really needed that hug. You pulled back to kiss him and thank him for the flowers.

"Maty? I need to talk to you." You suddenly got serious, sitting back down, not being able to keep this news bottled up inside you any longer.

"What's wrong?," he asked with concern in his voice when he heard how chocked up you got. With a deep breath and nervously fumbling with your hands, you just blurted it out: "I'm pregnant."

You looked up at him and saw his face go blank. He stared at you for a few seconds before sitting down next to you. "Wha- I- How?"

"I don't know," you whispered. "I guess when I was sick a couple of weeks ago I missed a day or the meds messed with it, I don't know."

"Fuck." He slid his hands through his hair. After a long nervous pause, he broke the silence again. "What do we do?"

"I don't know." You exchanged a glance. "I mean it's not like we're in a bad place right now, but it's not how I pictured us having a family."

"So you wanna keep it?"

"I don't know," you answered. "I think so."

He nodded, buried his face in his hands and then finally got up. "Ok. I- I need to process this." Then he turned around and left. You broke down crying the second you heard the apartment door slam shut. You knew he wouldn't be thrilled, but you didn't think he'd leave you.

But not even a minute after you heard the door slam, Mat came rushing back and wrapped his arms around you. "I'm sorry," he whispered against your head. "That was such a dick move. I'm sorry."

You cried more, clinging to his body for comfort. "Please don't leave me again. I'm scared. I don't know how to do this."

"Fuck, me too. I'm sorry, I panicked. But I won't leave you again. I promise," he mumbled and kissed the top your head. "We'll figure it out, eh?"

You nodded, staying silent, kind of just processing the fact that you were going to be parents.

***

Over the next couple of weeks things were definitely a little bit awkward in your relationship. You didn't really know how to act around each other, still adjusting to the enormous news you got. But you shared small gestures, glances, and kisses to reassure each other you were in this together and that you wouldn't leave the other.

Today, you had your first doctor's appointment, and you were definitely nervous. But the idea of having a little Mat walk around definitely grew on you and as scared as you were, you couldn't wait to see the little baby.

And you were glad Mat got to be there as well, holding your hand and asking the doctor just as many questions as you, if not more. "So it's ok to have sex?"

You turned red when he asked that question, but the doctor just chuckled. "Yes, that's perfectly safe."

"And there's some foods she can't eat, right?"

"Yes, I'll give you some brochures that will outline what's not recommended and if you still have questions you can always call and ask. Want to see the baby now?"

She got everything set up and walked you through whatever was showing on the monitor. You were shaking, anxious but excited at the same time. When you finally heard the heartbeat, your heart burst. But it wasn't until you looked over to your boyfriend and saw the huge smile on his face that you started to tear up. You squeezed his hand and his eyes wandered to you. You shared a meaning look, before looking back at the screen, watching the baby.

"Looks like you're about 9 weeks along. The heartbeat is strong, everything looks good." The doctor ran some more tests and took some pictures, before giving you a couple of minutes.

As soon as the door closed, Mat leaned over and kissed you. Surprised by his abruptness, it took you a couple of seconds to adjust, but then you kissed him back with just as much passion. Seeing your little baby and hearing it's heartbeat made you overcome with so much happiness you could burst. "We got this, eh?," he laughed, pressing kiss after kiss to your lips.

"Yeah, we got this."

***

Later that night, you woke up by Mat shaking you awake. "What?," you asked groggily, slapping his hand away.

"Should we get married?" Well that question certainly woke you up.

"What?," you asked, finally opening your eyes and looking up at him.

"Should we get married? I mean, we're having a baby. Shouldn't we be married? And a house. We need a house. This apartment isn't big enough. The little guy is gonna need space and a yard and-"

You stopped him with a soft chuckle by placing your fingers against his lips before he hyperventilated. "Maty, relax." You sat up and turned your bedside lamp on to be able to see him better. "We don't need to get married, not right now. And how do you know it’s going to be a boy?"

“I have a feeling.” He shrugged with a grin.

“A feeling? Okay. What if we have a girl?”

“A mini version of you? I don’t mind that at all.” You leaned against him with a smile. “You don't want to get married?"

"Of course I do, but this isn't how I imagined it. I don't want to get married because we have to. We can take our time, no rush." You stroked his cheek and kissed him gently, before falling back into your pillows.

"Ok, so no wedding any time soon, what about about a house?”

“Ma-at! I’m tired. Can we talk about this tomorrow?,” you groaned. He laid back down behind you, but hovered above you, holding himself up on his elbow.

“You’re saying no to marrying me and me buying you a house?,” he teased. A small grin formed on your face.

“I didn’t say no to the house.” He chuckled in response.

“So you’re gonna let me buy you a house?”

“I mean, I’m not gonna stop you, but we can take our time with that, too. Babies don’t walk until around their first birthday.”

“No, I’ll buy you a house. You’re carrying our kid. Seems like a fair exchange.”

You opened your eyes and turned to look at him. “Yeah, it does sound fair, huh?” He chuckled and tickled you, before calming down to kiss you. “Now will you let your pregnant future house owner sleep in peace, please?” You turned back around, getting comfortable.

“You could also be a fiancée,” he said to which you kicked him in the legs. “Ow! I’m just saying.”

“You can propose to me, but don’t do it because you think you have to,” you explained again, hoping he would let you sleep now. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his body. His hand slipped under you shirt, nestling on your lower stomach, right where the baby was.

“Okay, we’ll talk about it again soon.”

“Mhm. G’d night.” You placed your hand on top of his. You were suddenly filled with so much warmth and happiness and you knew everything would be fine. You might have a lot of learning to do when it comes to raising a child, but you’d figure it out. Together. “Love you.”

“Good night. I love you.”

#mat barzal #mathew barzal #new york islanders #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal fanfiction #mat barzal blurb #mat barzal fic #nhl fics #nhl imagine

[pix3lplays]

Ok since my other ask got eaten by Tumblr I'll write it again (screw u tumblrrr I'm gonna eat u for eating asks)

Dan Feng IL purposely "making" a Vidyadhara child using his DNA. We all know canonically Vidyadharas can't have an offspring, but Dan Feng was desperate for one. He conducts many illegal experiment to produce one offspring of Vidyadhara of his own.

He was beyond thrilled when he succeed, but then realize there's no way he can possibly bring his child to the outside world since she's literally a replica of himself in any way, only slightly different horn color.

But when shit goes down, when he resorts to giving immortality to Yingxing and both of them get banished from Luofu, he has no choice but to leave his daughter behind.

She was being left there in Dan Feng's basement for who knows how long until Jing Yuan finds her.

Jing Yuan took pity on the poor kid and took her under his wings so she won't be used for other experiments.

But because she's a 'product', she 'reset' way faster than normal Vidyadhara (I'd say she reset every 200-300 years instead of 700).

Imagine Dan Heng's reaction knowing this fact. Jing Yuan probably asked him if he wanted to take her, since it would be safer for her anyways to be in Astral Express instead of Xianzhou.

Dan Heng probably wanted to refuse, but he can't since technically he's her father. She's just another victim of Dan Feng's shenanigans 😔.

Especially if Dan Heng is already in a relationship with the reader, imagine him trying to explain to everyone.

Do you mind making the astral express crew reaction to the kid? If somehow Dan Heng brought her back lol. You don't need to do it right away btw, since you are still playing sea of stars.

I will do this now because I feel bad I missed it because it got eaten!

And because you wrote out such an interesting idea TWICE to me (so sorry you had to do that) I will make an exception and write Himeko and March for you! (I don’t write the female characters)

Anyways, let’s get to it!

-The Astral Express Crew’s Reaction to Dan Feng’s daughter joining the crew-

Dan Heng and reader: well. You’re certainly surprised to find out that, in a way, your boyfriend has a daughter. So that kinda makes her your daughter now too right? Dan Heng was expecting you to be more hesitant when he introduced Dan Feng’s daughter to you, but you welcomed her with open arms. She was family to you. Dan Heng is hesitant about this whole situation, but he didn’t see a choice. He had to take her. And maybe with time he’ll end up being a good father to her.

Welt Yang: he’s welcoming but cautious. Who knows what kind of life she lived with Dan Feng, and what that did to her. Welt wants her to be able to live a good life, of course, though he’s careful around her. He wants to make sure she’s influenced in a Positive way now that her life is back on track, in a way.

Himeko: you know Himeko…I have no doubt in my mind that she’s very welcoming to having Dan Feng’s child join the express. She is warm and friendly with the girl, and almost like a mother figure to her. (Who am I kidding? She’s Definitely a mother figure to her).

Trailblazer: The Trailblazer is very curious about their new companion. I think the Trailblazer would be very welcoming, but sure to be careful around the daughter of Dan Feng.

March 7th: March is SO excited! For her, it’s like getting a new little sister!! The two hang out a Lot, and they became fast friends, and Dan Heng is relieved that his daughter found someone she could be close to…

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail spoilers #Dan heng #Dan Heng x reader #Hsr Dan Heng x reader #honkai star rail Dan Heng x reader

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Cooking Up Love, Chapter 12

Pairing: Chef!Matt Murdock x F!Journalist!Reader

Rating: T

Story Summary: Here 

Warnings/Tags: Hallmark levels of fluffy, cheesy goodness (and speed that their relationship develops, lol), no use of Y/N, Matt is not a vigilante, idiots in love, angst

Word Count: ~1800

A/N: It's time for Mega Angst, which means we have 2 more chapters to go until our resolution!

Tag List: @yarrystyleeza @hailey-murdock @mattkinsella @bellaxgiornata @danzer8705 @chezagnes @shouldbestudying41 @thepunisherfrankcastle @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment @roseslovedreams

"Hey, Ellison is looking for you," Skyler said on Friday morning. "He said he wanted to talk to you about something."

"Oh, okay, thanks," you replied. 

Skyler eyed you. "Still haven't heard from Chef Hottie?"

You shook your head. "Nope. I tried texting Matt yesterday just to let him know that I'd be emailing a copy of my article to him after Ellison approved it and never got a response."

Skyler frowned. "Well that's shitty."

"Told you he'd ditch you as soon as it was all over," Kelsie said as she walked up. "Although I'm surprised he didn't at least wait until your article came out."

She let out a snide laugh. "He must've really not been into you."

Your heart twisted. After rehashing the events of your blind tasting with Skyler on Tuesday you had allowed yourself a small glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe , Matt had been genuine with you, but once again Kelsie had come along to squash it.

You swallowed and shook your head. "It really doesn't matter what Chef Murdock thinks of me personally. I'm still going to write the truth about him."

"And that's why you'll be stuck writing puff pieces your entire career." Kelsie shrugged. "Well, I better get busy. James is picking me up early for our weekend away and I don't want to be rushing to get things done last-minute."

Skyler scowled as Kelsie sauntered away. "One day… One day I'm going to go off on her, and I promise you, it won't be pretty."

She turned to you. "You okay?"

You nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm gonna go ahead and go see Ellison. I'll catch up with you later."

You headed towards Ellison's office, knocking on the doorframe when you reached the threshold. "Hey, you wanted to see me?"

Ellison nodded and gestured towards the couch opposite him. "Yeah, take a seat."

Oh, shit. Sitting was never good news. Sitting indicated Serious Conversation that usually resulted in someone getting reprimanded -- or worse.

You swallowed nervously as you sat. "What's up?"

Ellison reached for a stapled set of papers -- papers you recognized as the copy of your article that you had set on his desk Wednesday afternoon and had been waiting for feedback on. "I want to talk to you about your article."

You didn't notice any red markings on it, but you weren't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

A dozen thoughts flew through your mind, none of them good. Did he hate my article and I need to rewrite the entire thing? Am I being reassigned? Did Matt call to complain about me having been unprofessional somehow and that's why I haven't heard from him?

Ellison peered up at you above his glasses. "Remember when I told you not to make me regret agreeing to give you a raise?"

You nodded, your heartbeat quickening. "Uh huh."

"Well…" Ellison grinned at you. "There's a reason I told you that you're my best reporter, and it's because of articles like this."

A wave of relief washed over you. Oh, thank God. "You liked it?"

"Liked it? I loved it." Ellison shook his head. "In fact, I think this is the best article I've read in a very long time."

A slow smile spread across your face. "Really?"

Ellison nodded. "I knew if anyone on staff would be able to get Chef Murdock to open up, it would be you. I feel like I've gotten to know him through your writing -- that bit about him volunteering to cook for the soup kitchen at Clinton Church every Sunday after the restaurant closes? It's almost like I was there with the two of you. The descriptions of the dishes you tried at his restaurant? I could almost taste them myself."

He flipped to the second page. "And that final line? 'Chef Murdock's professionalism, masterful culinary skills, and obvious love and care that he puts into his cooking all combine to create a delicious recipe for success' ? Probably the best closing sentence I've ever read. In fact, I was so blown away by your article that I'm submitting it for consideration in the NYPC's Journalism awards next year. I have a feeling it'll win the Best Feature Reporting category by a landslide."

You were speechless. "I honestly don't know what to say, Mitch. Thank you."

Ellison leaned back in his chair with a grin. "Say you'll remember to thank me in your acceptance speech when you inevitably win."

You nodded. "Absolutely. If I win, you'll be the first person I thank."

"Good. Now, I have an editorial column to write for Restaurant Week so let me get back to it, but I want to tell you again… great job."

You stood. "Thank you, Mitch, truly."

You left Ellison's office, a huge smile on your face.

"You look happy," Skyler said as you passed her in the hallway. "Good meeting?"

You nodded. "The best. Ellison loved my article and said that he was going to nominate it for the Press Club's Journalism awards next year."

Skyler gasped. "You're kidding!"

She wrapped her arms around you in a hug. "Oh my gosh, I'm so happy for you. My best friend, an award-winning journalist!"

You huffed out a laugh as you gave her a quick hug back. "That's the dream, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. I probably won't win." 

Skyler shook her head. "Oh, I'm pretty sure you will. You're an incredible writer."

"Thanks, Sky." You smiled. "I'm gonna go send my article over to Matt. Hopefully he likes it as much as Ellison did."

"Okay. I'm about to head out to go pick up my press pass for that music festival I'm covering this weekend. Did you want me to grab something for you while I'm out?"

You shook your head. "I'm good. Thanks though."

"Okay, I'll see you later then."

You headed back to your desk and pulled up your email, clicking the button to draft a new email and attaching the document with your article from your desktop.

To: [email protected]

Subject: Bulletin Article 

Attachment: Restaurant Week Feature V1.doc

You considered adding a message, but still wasn't sure what you'd say to him besides "I'm sorry", so you left it blank.

You were getting ready to click send when Kelsie walked up to you. "There's a delivery for you downstairs," she said. "You have to go sign for it."

Your brow furrowed. Normally Phil, the Bulletin 's security guard, signed for deliveries and put them in your mailbox. "Oh. Okay."

"And by the way, I'm not your secretary, so next time there's a message for you, someone else can deliver it."

You sighed. "Whatever, Kelsie."

You stood and headed to the elevator, then went down to the first floor.

You frowned as the doors opened and you stepped out to an empty lobby.

You walked over to the security desk. "Phil, did I have a delivery in the past couple of minutes?"

The security guard shook his head. "We had several packages come in, but nothing for you that I know of."

You shrugged. Kelsie must've been mistaken. "Okay, thanks."

You headed back upstairs to your desk and clicked send on your email to Matt.

You sighed. At least that's done.

…So why did you feel uneasy?

Matt was sitting at his computer in his office working on the next week's purchase orders when his computer chimed with a new email alert.

He navigated to his inbox and opened the email, waiting as his voice accessibility feature read out the information.

From: [email protected]

Subject: Bulletin Article

Attachments: (1) Restaurant Week Feature V1.doc

He took a deep breath and opened the attachment, an uneasy feeling forming in the pit of his stomach.

He plugged in his headphones, then hit the keyboard command to start his text-to-speech service.

His heart sank as his computer began to read the article aloud to him. It was full of false information, including completely made-up quotes and scathing reviews of both Daredevil and Matt personally. At least she left what I told her at Fogwell's out of it.

He listened to it twice more, his stomach sinking lower and lower each time.

He was contemplating listening to it yet another time when Foggy walked in. "Hey, Matt, we need to add extra oranges to next week's --"

He paused. "What's wrong?"

Matt sighed. "The Bulletin article."

Foggy stepped fully inside the office. "Oh, you got it?"

Matt nodded. "Yeah, and it's just like I thought -- she was using me the whole time."

Foggy placed a hand on the back of Matt's chair as he peered at Matt's computer screen.

He sucked in a breath. " Shit, man, I'm sorry."

Matt shook his head. "I knew it. I knew that she would turn out to be just like Elektra."

His phone began to ring, the repetition of your name twisting the knife into his heart.

He answered, saying your name flatly.

"Matt, hi," you replied. "I was just calling to let you know that I sent you a copy of my article."

"Yeah, I got it." 

"Oh. Okay." You sounded unsure. "Have you read it yet?"

"Oh, yeah, I read it." Matt scoffed. "What, are you expecting me to be happy about it, to say 'thank you?' I knew I shouldn't have trusted you -- all you journalists are exactly alike."

"What?" You sounded confused. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the fact that you used me to make a name for yourself. Always looking for the next big scoop, no matter who you screw over in the process."

"Screw over? Matt, I don't under--"

"I actually thought you cared about me, that maybe you felt--" Matt cut himself off and shook his head. "You know what, don't bother coming by my restaurant ever again -- you're not welcome here."

Before you could say anything else, Matt hung up then threw his phone across the room. "Fuck. "

Foggy placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Matty."

Matt shook his head. "You know, the worst part about all this is that I could feel myself falling for her, Fog. I thought she was different, I thought -- I thought that maybe someday she could be the one."

He sighed. "By the way, I know you meant well and all, but don't ever offer for me to do anything involving a journalist ever again."

Foggy chuckled. "Oh, no danger of that, don't worry."

He patted Matt's shoulder. "Come on, let's finish getting ready. If this article is going to tank us then we're going to make these last few services the best we possibly can."

#lotmf writes #Cooking Up Love Masterlist #Chef!Matt Murdock x Reader #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x female reader #matt muerdock x you

[misc-obeyme]

So uh... Lesson 18 huh??

I'd just like to say that the juxtaposition of Lesson 18 being all sad and serious with the new event being all ridiculous was both weird and kinda nice? Like I needed that event to cheer me up after Lesson 18 almost made me cry.

Anyway, let's talk about it! Lesson 18 spoilers below!

Okay. I've seen some speculation that perhaps Lesson 20 won't be the end of season one. However, I don't think that's going to happen.

I think they're gonna pull some time travel shenanigans on us again. Or Nightbringer is gonna show up and deus ex machina this mess. Or the solution to everything is for MC to just make a pact with all seven brothers at the same time. Solomon did say that he thought they could do that in a past lesson. And if they do it all at once, it wouldn't take that long? Hmmm.

Anyway, I could speculate all day, but there were some really interesting things that happened in this lesson that I'd rather talk about.

First of all, Diavolo pulling out the Prince Voice on Raphael had me going OHHHHH lol.

I honestly love Diavolo's different sides. It makes him feel so real, you know?

SPOILERS FOR HARD LESSON 18 (just skip this paragraph in case you haven't gotten to it yet!)

And I feel like that really is even more evident in the hard lesson where he talks to Barbatos about the difference between his head and his heart. And how all he really wants is for the brothers to be happy. Which was so dang sweet. And Barbatos just gives him that whole speech about what a great king he's gonna be. I was like I can't with these two.

HARD LESSON SPOILERS OVER

Anyway, the fact that Diavolo can just step into this Prince persona and be a leader when he needs to, but then he's just a silly guy when he's not needing to do that is very realistic to me. A lot of people have different versions of themselves that they only show at certain times or to certain people. Gives his character a lot of dimension, in my opinion!

And oh... can we talk about Mammon?

My precious baby. I wanted to hug him so bad. I wanted him to continue to chew out Raphael. I mean, I know Raph is kinda just the messenger here, but I felt like Mammon was actually saying what everyone was feeling, but was too restrained to say. For some reason, everyone was just kind of letting Diavolo take the lead (and I guess that makes sense, he is the Prince after all and Raphael is basically saying they'll go to war over this). But Mammon was like oh hell no.

I agreed with him entirely. The Celestial Realm can go fuck off. I was NOT expecting this to be about the fact that the brothers have power in the Devildom now. Like are you kidding me? THAT is your big concern? Should've thought about that before you threw them out, GOD.

And when Raphael was like are you questioning Father's word to Lucifer and Luci just kinda got sad looking, I was like YES QUESTION HIM because Lucifer and his brothers deserve better than this bullshit.

It really feels like the Celestial Realm booted them out because the bros did something they didn't like, but now they've realized they made a mistake. So to get them back, they're gonna go down to the Devildom and threaten them.

Are they trying to get us to hate the Celestial Realm? Is that the goal here? I don't, obviously, but I think this was a pretty shitty move considering all that these guys have been through.

BUT THEN THE BROTHERS COMIN THROUGH WITH THE WE WON'T LEAVE SATAN

when I tell you I was crying... it was Belphie's fault.

Pretty sure this was the line that made me tear up, but then we get the same sentiment from Beel and Asmo about not leaving Satan behind and I was just like that was MY HEART you guys just shattered.

Now let's talk about Solomon and Barbatos in 18-A, shall we?

Please refer to this collection of screenshots featuring my true love dishing out some real insults.

WOW. Let him have it, Barb.

I don't know what Solomon did, but I do find this exchange incredibly interesting. Note that Solomon is wearing his human world outfit here. I kind of think human-world-outfit-wearing-Solomon is the imposter. He's the one who talked about the pact with Asmo first, where it didn't fit with his later version of the story. He was also the one who pushed all the brothers into Asmo's tub and therefore also the one who then made a pact with Asmo. He was also the one who commanded Barb to make a portal when he didn't want to and who had the discussion with Nightbringer.

I'm just sayin... maybe he doesn't know why Barb is mad at him 'cause we got more than one Solomon running around...

Buuut I could be completely off base here. We'll see, I guess!

This could all be resolved by the end of Lesson 20, you never know with this game lol.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me nightbringer lesson 18 #obey me nightbringer spoilers #obey me nightbringer lesson 18 spoilers #obey me diavolo #obey me solomon #obey me belphegor #obey me barbatos #obey me mammon #obey me raphael #misc talks about characters #misc rambles

[ridreamir]

Short Drayton Imagines (Set 1)

Warning! These are Post-DLC Imagines! I won't really be spoiling much plot-wise but in case I say anything spoiler-y I'm going to include a page break-- read with your own caution! There's a hint of Kieran Jealousy in here haha

You aren't really close friends, per se, it's just that he's taken to inserting himself into your life at random. If you ever find yourself in his neck of the woods, it's more than likely that he'll pop out from nowhere and try to distract you from getting your work done. You are colleagues at the very least, being the champ of his little organization and all.

"Hey sport!" or some variation is the only warning you'll get that you're about to be dragged into some whirlwind and might as well either run as fast as you can or resign yourself to being at the mercy of Drayton's whims for the day.

Yes, he is always scheming. People might look down on him for being laid back, but he's still got the energy to plot things it seems.

...It's not that he's philosophically against bad grades or anything, but you're a little too high-strung about being perfect and performing all the time. At least, that's what he thinks. You've been the best at everything for so long that he's not sure if it's just your nature or an obligation that everyone else has set upon you. You need to learn to relax! Who better to teach you than the Drayster himself? It's not like he takes anything seriously anymore. (lol) (Maybe he's projecting, a little. He knows a thing or two about expectations and pressure being put on a person to achieve excellence, even if that's not what they really want.)

Plenty of his lackeys have obviously figured out that he's got some sort of thing going on, what with how easily he drops what he's doing just to go pester you. Even if that means abandoning his snacks and actually cleaning himself off to look somewhat presentable. The fact that he cares to wipe a couple crumbs off his chest is enough to turn heads. Drayton isn't the type to mind what anyone thinks.

You're lucky the dorms require a digital key to get in, and that he can't be bothered to break in (though he probably could pull some strings if he really wanted). He's followed you back to the dorms after a long day and ignored the hall monitors barking at him to get back to his own just to play around and snoop through your stuff. It's... kind of like finding a really lazy Beartic rummaging through your garbage.

He doesn't really need a comfortable bed, to be honest. He's happy to drag you into a foot of snow and burrow there. He can settle anywhere secluded, as fun as it is to watch people from afar. He needs peace and quiet to sleep.

Artificial glaciers or not, the cold is still biting, but he's impervious to it somehow. He'll have his skin exposed for hours and have nothing more than a slight flush to his pale skin. You, on the other hand, have little choice in the matter. He knows you've dealt with worse, being a seasoned adventurer and all, so he doesn't really feel all too bad about hogging all your warmth to himself. ...If you were actually cold, he wouldn't be so cruel. You're dressed appropriately, and you have your Pokemon if you absolutely need. You can handle a few moments out in the snow. Your little friend is a teeny bit upset with him. So's his sister, so there's nothing new there. But he has to admit that he's a little smug about how 'close' he can get to you and loves watching the pipsqueak try to stomp down his temper. It goes something like "Hey there buddy~." And an arm slung lazily slung around your shoulder. Not that you have any idea that Kieran is both behind you and seething at Drayton. It's just too easy to get to him, but think of it as payback. He's forgiven of course, but he still put you all through some rough stuff. You especially. Drayton still loves to mess with Carmine, sure, but she's also been on his case about how he's been latching onto you recently. Maybe it's because she knows how jealous her brother gets, but he thinks she just wants you all to herself. Too bad for her, he got to you first. Well, not exactly, she met you before him, but she had her chance! Now you're the bestest of buds and she can't do nothin about it. You've got lots of friends back at 'home'. He knows he can't always capitalize on your time, and he backs off when he sees you actually needing space, but they're not here to stop him. You're his bud, all his.

#x reader #pokemon #reader insert #pokemon x reader #imagines #fanfiction #dlc #drayton pokemon #Drayton x Reader #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon scarlet dlc #blueberry academy #school life #hello tumblr #i'm back #post dlc #possesiveness #Youtube

[pinknightsinmymind]

if you feel like it, could you write more headcanons about ellie? not full fic or one shot, but thoughts about her. like, the types of kisses she gives you or the kind of girlfriend she is

【 ellie williams as a gf hc's 】

a/n: yes yes yes yes 100% i think about ellie way too much for my own good and it rots my brain. since i wrote so much it'll be below the cut lol

she loves to see you in her clothes in fact she even encourages it its just something about it that drives her crazy

she's protective of you and always wants to take care of you and make sure you don't do any of the dangerous or stupid shit she does

i feel like ppl forget how much of a dork she is; she'd tell you all about space and the different facts she's learned, she'd explain the plots of her favorite comics, who the characters are, which ones are her favorites, why she thinks one arc was better than the other, and so on and so forth

i think she loves to chat your ear off about any and everything

she's probably afraid she's annoying, so sometimes you might need to reassure her a little bit

in a modern au she's the type to send you funny memes or videos she finds, probably browses tiktok and twitter a lot

definitely the type to send you a photo of two animals being cute or cuddling together and say "us" because she's just a sap like that

composes songs about you and acts all shy when she shows them to you

DRAWS YOU

you're one of her favorite subjects to draw, and she loves showing you every new piece of you she has

she'd send you song recs ALL the time

listens to lots of indie and shoegaze

pls pls pls for the love of god ask her to teach you how to play guitar bc she'd be so excited to show you and spend the time with you

i think her love languages are quality time, physical touch, and words of affirmation

forgets NOTHING

you know how dads do that thing where you tell them you liked something once and they never forget it? yeah she got that from joel it rubbed off on her

remembers what you wore on your first date, remembers your food orders, memorizes your favorite colors, bands, tv shows, movies, everything

so so caring and sweet

since one of her love languages are physical touch you can expect lots of affection from her

loves cuddling, holding your hand, having her arms around you, she just has to be touching you somehow

flirts a lot (but its not a bad thing) even after you two have started dating

loves kissing you all the time, and will make excuses for it

she needs her good morning kiss, her good night kiss, good luck kisses, goodbye kisses (even if she's only gonna be gone a few hours💀), one bc she missed you, a hello kiss, she will use ANY excuse just to kiss you

but sometimes she won't even bother creating one she'll ask to kiss you just bc

loves having sleep overs and nights in together where you can just cuddle and watch movies or play video games bc she's a huge introvert

the type who will do anything to make sure your comfort isn't disturbed

if you don't like the other side of the bed she switches with you, will let you sit in the last chair at an event (but not before asking if you'd just rather sit in her lap), helps guide you through anything making you scared or anxious

calls you pet names every five minutes. all of them.

love, babe, baby, babygirl, princess, darling, honey, whatever is your favorite she calls you the most

lives to spoil you; pays the bill, buys you gifts, drowns you in affection, you name it

celebrates your birthday like its a holiday

speaking of can you imagine her during the holiday season???

the two of you plan out a couple costume for halloween

the two of you are so cute together it's gross

you're always welcome to spend thanksgiving with her and joel

and christmas?? she gets even more sentimental than usual, and buys you an extremely meaningful gift

the most supporitve, soft, kind, humorous, and sweet gf imaginable just a dream come true

she feels like you really balance her out, and isn't afraid to tell you how much you mean to her or how much she loves you

she makes sure you feel loved and remember that you are loved

can't wait to move in with you and once you two do she feels like she's in heaven everyday

just loves you and cherishes you deeply

overall just THE gf you dream and pray for ugh this girl gets me in my feelings every time she's just so cute and sweet😭😭😭😭

#tlou2 #tlou #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x you #tlou ellie #tlou x reader

[creedslove]

There is an edit of Whiskey with the song "Viva las vegas" in my Tiktok likes. A while ago I read a headcanon that says our favorite cowboy likes to sing. Well, I am a faithful believer that not only singing, Jack could be a perfect clumsy sassy fool imitating Elvis and making his girl laugh with all his antics and bad jokes, even if he's not a really fan of him, he could perfectly sing his sweethearth a cover of "Unchained melody" also by Elvis.

A perfect balance between acting funny and also sweet and fucking, painfully in love with his "sugar". ✨

I also thank you for writing of my pretty hot cowboy, he deserves a lot.

I love your fanfics so much and I love you too ✨✨ take your time babe, I hope you're fine and you had been a beautiful christmas and new year! ❣️

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

A/N: I love this very much! Unfortunately I have never seen this edit but if it crosses your fyp you can send me the link ❤️ I'm sure our cowboy is very handy and talented when it comes to his guitar and he is an Elvis fan, no doubt about it, so I wrote this short headcanon because it's a sweet idea and also because I need to get back to writing, I'm becoming way too lazy on my vacation, lol! Happy New Year's honey, I wish you all the best ❤️

alright so our beloved Senior Agent Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels grew up on a ranch, during a time where social media wasn't really existent and instead of gathering in front of the TV, the families gathered in the front porch, chatting, watching the stars and mostly playing the guitar and singing old tunes

seeing grandpa Daniels, papa Daniels and uncle Daniels doing so, little Jack felt the desire of playing the guitar spike within and soon enough he was grabbing an old guitar and practicing some notes

it got to the point it became Jack's favorite part of the day, just sitting around the porch, listening and playing the guitar

he also had so many nightmares when he first learned the legend of Robert Johnson and how he had supposedly sold his soul to the devil in order to become a master at guitar playing, but he wasn't going to tell anyone that

the fact was Jack was improving each time more caused his family to gift him a brand new guitar when he became a teen, it's his current guitar and he loves it until this day

and at that same age, he also found out that playing the guitar is something that can attract a lot of girls, being the flirty little gent he was back then and growing into the flirty man he is, he can definitely pick up girls just by playing the guitar

yeah it can sound cliche and corny, but wouldn't you melt if that handsome cowboy looked into your eyes with his beautiful brown ones and played a tune for you?

of course you would, we all would

Jack is a country man, he listens to country, flirts with blues and also rock’n’roll, you can definitely find Elvis, Chuck Berry, Robert Johnson, Aretha Franklin and many others in his playlists and of course he plays some of these himself

something he won't ever reveal is that he's a great Elvis impersonator, and he has even done an Elvis cover show to keep his disguise on a mission and Champ paid a large amount for the security camera footage so he could watch his performance whenever he wanted and have a good laugh

Whiskey likes sitting in the front porch with you, he likes spending time, stealing a few kisses as the lights make his ranch even cozier and he can play love songs for you

he declares all his love through them and even if he doesn't consider himself a good singer, he will sing for you, because he knows how much you love it and that's enough for him to do it, anything to earn a beautiful smile from his sugar

and sure, it can be a little cliche, but you can be sure your cowboy will take you for a dance to ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’ by Elvis on your wedding party ❤️

____

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal headcanon #pedro pascal headcanons #agent whiskey #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x you #agent whiskey x y/n #agent whiskey fanfic #agent whiskey fanfiction #agent whiskey headcanon #agent whiskey headcanons

[hajimeshoe]

Heya! How're you? If you take requests, could you do a headcanon about the Octatrio with a Crystal Jellyfish! S/O?

So, I spent a lot of time doing research about jellyfish for this one. Apparently, there's a species of Octopus that eats jellyfish? Crystal Jellyfish reader better not piss off Azul...

Octavinelle x Crystal Jellyfish!S/O

So, first, for the basic facts

You grew up with the Tweels and Azul in the coral sea (Crystal jellies, Moray eels, and some octopuses are pelagic, so it makes sense)

You don't swim very fast, so you would often skip phys ed in elementary and middle school

You started dating him at the end of your second year at NRC

Unlike the boys, I feel like you'd be assigned to Pomfiore - Crystal Jellie's are beautiful and have toxic stings

You do still stay at the school throughout the winter holiday

When you started attending NRC, all of you found out that you can sense when people have cancer! The staff had to spend around an hour just to explain to you why you can't just walk up to them and tell them though....

Azul

You went to school with the boys

At first? You were terrified of Azul

Some types of Octopus eat jellyfish!

But you got over that when you realized he was bullied too

So, growing up, you two built a close bond - you, because of the bullying for your body proportions, and him for his weight

You would both skip phys ed together, complain about other students, everything!

You were 100% his biggest supporter when he started using his unique magic to get back at bullies

Because of this, once you two both went to NRC, you stuck together as close as can be

You're the only person who he helps for free (Yay!)

Neither of you are good at flying class

But that's okay, he'll just make a deal with someone who is

Also, your job in the Mostro Lounge is generally to use your Unique Magic - Concealed Fulmination (Turns you invisible and shock people) - in order to whisper in people's ears in why they should make a deal with Azul

Awww, when he overblotted, he never hurt you <3 He assumed you were the only innocent person in that school lol

You tend to stay away from Floyd, he finds it interesting that you can't feel pain (Azul, meanwhile, is panicking internally - can he just keep you in an aquarium to keep you safe and protected?)

Floyd

You were also terrorized by Floyd growing up if Jade wasn't there to stop him

He did mellow out once you two went to NRC - after all, he had new prey

You often got sat with him in class

You were ready to strangle him half of the time and actually did try once

That was the day he actually took notice of you and your natural talent for squeezing

He makes it his life's (Or moods?) goal to end up with you

Once you two do start dating, Floyd would absolutely love that you don't have pain receptors!

He could squeeze you as much as he wants and you won't complain!

At least, until he accidentally breaks your arm - oopsies

After that, he tends to be a little more careful with you - not enough really that other students will notice, but just enough that there aren't any more incidents of him injuring you

Floyd gets you into all kinds of trouble when he's in the mood

If he's in a bad mood, though? Azul throws you at him and runs

"You deal with it! You're his friend!"

"So? You're his partner!"

Jade

Jade, Jade, Jade

He's entertained by how skittish you used to be around Azul

He scares you on purpose sometimes because he thinks you look pretty when you glow

He's also a bit surprised still by how big you can open your mouth

Like, in your jellyfish form, you can open it to half your size??? You can still open it to a quarter of your size when still in human form?

He doesn't let Floyd squeeze you, don't worry!

(He does have you go up to random people sometimes though and have you tell them they have cancer)

Jade definitely will teach you all about mushrooms. Good ones, bad ones, edible ones, poisonous ones, all mushrooms!

Hopefully you listen, he'll be sad if you don't

You wouldn't want him to cry, would you?

Jade cooks for you whenever you ask - so long as he has time

Wait- Y/n, why did you just request jellyfish??? Y/n, get back here!

#twst #twisted wonderland headcanons #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #jade leech #azul ashengrotto x reader #floyd leech x reader #jade leech x reader

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

I dont know if this is awkward or not, but I feel like I should apologize to you and @twinanimatronics about how much the Sassy Sun drama has flared. I know I'm not responsible for people being assholes on the internet, but my difficult emotions took this new facet of my blorbo being revealed a little more personally, and I think a lot of people have too. I really appreciate you and everybody else on the platform for encouraging people like me about our perceptions of Sunny Boi, it's really helped balancing out my effed up emotions (which frankly weren't in the best state to process new info lol). I'm so sorry for all the crap you and Ceph and everyone have been dealing with, and I'm ESPECIALLY sorry if anything I've posted, replied, or vibed have helped fan this stupid flame. You are an awesome person, a wonderful creator, and the DCA fanbase is so fortunate to have you as a part of it! (and that goes for Ceph too if they read this)

Awww, thank you, I appreciate it.

Believe me, I don't hold anything against anyone.

We are on the autistic website, and some people are upset their Blorbo has expressed legit anger.

I personally, am more saddened by the fact that Moon is nothing more then "big sppooky big bad moon" with nothing new added.

I'm happy over new Sun content and seeing different sides to him, but Moon got the short end of the stick you know???

It's almost like he's a rabid dog with no thoughts behind those eyes other then "LIGHT BAD"

But that won't stop me from writing Moon as a softer person with a little bit more emotional intelligence and nuance to him, ya know?

I think the best that we can do is move on, and keep writing Sun how we like? Ya know?

All interpretations are valid.

HW2 is in this weird space right now where we are just taking in information and don't know the overall context of the story.

Sun in arts and crafts might be a VR-reconstruction about Fazbear Making fun of itself for Lawsuit purposes again. We don't even know.

I feel HW2 we won't know the answers for what it is aside from a lot of short minigames with endings stapled on them until like 2 or 3 games later.

I hope that people will take all of this in stride, and we'll stop doing the whole "Good Sun" vs "Sassy Sun"

Who's to say this isn't both sides of Sun? Who's to say HW2 Sun isn't real?

Who's to say that all of our Suns can't be friends?

Anyway, don't know how to end this point or train of thought

Peace and Love on the Planet Earth

#danachan's replies #danachan's asks #help wanted 2 #help wanted 2 spoilers

[bonefall]

First off, obviously this is a WC blog so I won't go further but THANKS for the brief dunk of The Lion Guard, that's one of my biggest problems with the show. Second off, are you seeing this shit Elder Bones?! * Points at the Thunder Spoiler Thread at WCRPForums * Do try to avoid reading the posts that aren't chapters though, they're bad as usual for that site lol.

Maybe one day I'll grumble about Lion King on the side blog lmao.

Anyway... that spoiler thread. I try to take these threads with a pinch of salt, but... overall feelings are really getting negative. If I had a Vibes Barometer, the needle would be dipping out of positive right now.

We're 2 books away from the conclusion and I don't know if they have time to turn this around... and they chose to spend time traveling. It's partially a travel book, guys. Several chapters of pointless bullshit.

(Spoilers under the cut-- remember we are getting this secondhand from a spoiler thread. Some of this may turn out to be misrepresentation.)

NIGHTHEART STUFF

We start off where the preview left off. They jerk the shit out of your chain with Squirrelstar teasing but spoiler we DO got her

(CELEBRATORY SQUIRRELSTAR MUSIC)

We get a BrambleSquirrel screaming match. Please for the love of god divorce these characters, this is fucking insufferable

They also had to give Bramblestar a smug little gotcha moment where he's right about his argument, Squilf accidentally walks to SkyClan camp for the plot and it turns out that Bramblestar, the guy who was apparently supposed to have memory issues and brain fog, was right that Squilf forgot how to navigate her own territory

Im dead serious she like... accidentally walked to SkyClan.

This is a clever literary trick called bad writing <3

While they're there, Nightheart says, "HEY WASNT THERE A MEDIATOR THINGY? ISNT HE SUPPOSED TO SOLVE DISPUTES?"

*I look directly into the camera. Right at you. Reader I am glimpsing across the magical threads of the internet, directly into your soul.*

Leafstar

says

"I Forgor"

if this thread is to be believed. Then the canonical explanation for why Tree was not mediating up to this point. Is because every single cat around the lake. Including the geniuses who came up with a unique role JUST for the specialest little boy. Just fucking forgot about him.

(bestselling young adult series)

Do I laugh? Do I cry?

I think im unlocking the emotion that those lizards who shoot blood from their eyes feel just before a squirt

Anyway

There is also an absurd amount of Bramblestar winking at Nightheart and teasing him about his new mate and reminding the audience about how much Nightheart wuvs him. This is probably supposed to be charming?

it just feels unsettling, ngl.

It's even more Bramble Worship than normal, like the writer is trying really hard to stress how cool and awesome their special boy is :D and how dumb and mean his wife is >:( and it's so fucking forced.

They pad the book by having it be cloudy so that StarClan doesn't show up the first time they try to do the Squirrelstar thing

I kept thinking, "What if this wasn't a willing abdication?? What if the Clan didn't have a second chance to do this?? What if this was Nightstar 2 all over again and she died of plot convenience before coming back?! This dumbfuck system has fixed NOTHING"

Plumstone and Dewnose have a moment where they antagonize Nightheart over the fact he was chosen to accompany Squilf and Bramble to the Moonpool, because he just got back and it's not fair

And you know what? They're right actually

Nightheart huffs that Squilf was giving him a Chance To Prove Himself but he doesn't fucking get it! His whole life's been nothing but chances he threw tantrums about being offered or blew up through wrecklessness, like a spoiled brat nepobaby, and he keeps getting more and more

Meanwhile Plumstone here has been in the background just being this consistently steady warrior, and has never gotten a chance to shine

He also has a moment where he whines about Sparkpelt and Finchlight being mean to him in the past when Sunbeam shares they've been super nice to her.

Sunbeam offers that they're probably trying to make up for it and he agrees.

Folks. I REALLY. REALLY HOPE. That this ends with Sunbeam telling him, "Nightheart, you are the problem. They've treated me like Kin, and they treat their Kin well. Do YOU?"

Anyway something happens and suddenly Nightheart's on the trip with Frostpaw.

The rest of his chapters so far (at time of writing the spoiler thread is at chapter 14-ish) are traveling chapters.

The traveling chapters suck diet discount dick. They look like they were rejected submissions for the various travel shenanigans that happened in Riverstar's Home.

For me, this is the most disappointing part of the Thunder Spoiler Thread. I love Nightheart because I really like the idea of him learning to grow, consider his actions, and realize that he's actually been very loved in his life.

I like the impulsive Nightheart from Book 1 who doesn't know what's wrong with himself, shooting down every attempt others make to bond with him, making shocking descisions that frustrate the entire Clan and not realizing how much he gets away with. I hoped that maybe, just maybe, the writing could be a little clever for once.

But, no. On this trip he's still whining to Frostpaw about how his family "wanted him to be like Firestar" and this is treated as something Frostpaw is able to bond with him about, somehow, because Curlfeather wanted her to be a Medcat??? And now she's choosing to be a Medcat again anyway????

FROSTPAW STUFF

WC Writing Team: "Everyone is super invested in Frostpaw's story where she learns to choose her own path! Especially the idea that she chose to not be a medcat of her own will and made a brave choice for herself! Lets fix that"

Literally, I guess lol

Smoky Cameo. Fuck Smoky. I hate this character and I hate seeing his deadbeat ass.

Gotta love how Daisy's one major role in ASC so far has been to be a source of negative emotions for Nightheart, but Smoky gets to be the new Barley with a cutesy barn rest stop.

He calls for a human to come get Frostpaw because she's got wounds.

Like. Cat MEOW MEOW calling. And this summons... a magic vet?

She has the world's fastest field surgery, as if she's some kind of endangered wild leopard and a top-notch vet staff rolled out of a research truck.

They even inject her, by hand, with tranquilizer. Who the fuck carries cat tranquilizer around?

Is this barn in the back of a fucking vet office???

Does this universe have roving surgical vans that drive around and play music like an ice cream truck, waiting for cats to call them over?????

Frostpaw wakes up back in the barn

But now her neck wound is fixed and she's spayed.

She looks down at the fresh cut on her abdomen and is like "what's this"

Smoky: "dont worry abt it"

If Frostpaw is okay with being sterilized, this will be the first time in the series that a cat being fixed will be seen as a good thing

Which, irl, it is. To be clear. Spay and neuter your animals

But dudes, this is really massively unsettling me. It seems like she doesn't know what has been done to her. This has never been treated as a positive thing in this series before. In the last book she was talking about the sort of life she would like to live

Once again she has been stripped of her own choices in a massive way

And if Smoky apparently lives so close to a vet that they just come when he calls,

I have so many questions im losing my marbles

Why is Smoky not neutered

Why were none of his 3, possibly 4 wives spayed

Why are his kids not fixed

Why were his kits with Floss taken "when they were too young to even open their eyes" back in TNP if their humans are so loving and educated

SO EDUCATED THEY WALK AROUND WITH CAT TRANQUILIZER

Anyway through the power of the writers not caring anymore, Frostpaw can now talk to StarClan whenever she wants.

They have magically bestowed a connection onto her.

This is apparently something they can just do now. Maybe it's tied to near-death experiences or the vet or something

Remember Shadowsight having a whole thing about this at the end of TBC?

Remember Mothwing and how upsetting it was to have no connection to them and how finding Willowpaw was a big thing in TNP?

Yeah apparently they could just do this whenever. Sorry.

Frostpaw is just cool with this because fuck the last book where she found out she likes being a warrior

Agency? What's THAT

It's not ok if your mom encourages you to be a doctor nun, but StarClan rips your organs out and forces you to be their mouthpiece and that's peachy-fucking-keen.

Then she goes traveling for several chapters i want to commit crime

Riverstar does the usual alarmist moaning, "ooooouuugh this newest crisis could destroy riverclan!!! Oooooooooooooouuououou it's for real this time!!!!"

Everything's gonna destroy the clans. A light breeze has just reduced ThunderClan to rubble. A beetle has landed gently upon Harestar's nose, 34 dead 25,430 injured

Girl help frostpaw is being followed by clickbait headline ghosts

And, also, for no good reason, the ghosts can't just answer a question. Why? Who fucking knows. Never explained. They can summon Frostpaw into a Ghost Zoom Call whenever they want now, but they're forbidden from revealing anything useful.

Average autistic experience with zoom calls though, can confirm, that is what every zoom call ive ever been in was like.

Im serious though, she tries to ask Reed who killed him, he just says no i cant :(

She tries to ask where her mom is. They don't tell her she's downstairs.

Riverstar says nothing useful

I have never been more frustrated with StarClan as a plot device. This is actually fucking insufferable.

They're annoying enough when they send vague signs and prophecies that amount to nothing, but now they can pop up like shitty unskippable cutscenes and STILL add nothing of value to the plot

Something I was ENJOYING was how much more grounded ASC was compared to previous arcs, and that StarClan was back to being difficult to access directly. Gone. Goodbye.

SUNBEAM STUFF

The highlight of the book everyone leave me alone i need to speak directly to sunbeam

I like how she's finding more reasons than just Nightheart to stay in ThunderClan, but is also struggling with the shift in culture

It's in a Sunbeam chapter that we FINALLY get Squilfstar. Everyone say Thank You Sunbeam

If you even LOOK at the Sunbeam wrong I will smash you to death with my hooves

For once it actually feels like we're using the cast in ThunderClan. Cherryfall, Dewnose, Plumstone, Myrtlebloom, Bayshine, Finchlight, Sparkpelt, and Lionblaze all get some significant little lines to add to this.

In particular I like Cherryfall throwing a bit of a fit about being a senior warrior and acting high and mighty, which Sunbeam immediately dislikes because ShadowClan doesn't do as much posturing. It's fun to see how she percieves ThunderClan cats.

I have a softness for these sorts of stories though, to be fair. The idea of moving to a new place and having to adjust.

It's also neat that she's growing frustrated with how Nightheart has now ditched her THRICE.

Girl please steal his family and dump him.

Be a legend. Marry his sister. It would make you the queen of pettiness you would become my favorite forever

Ivypool's exams are also pretty neat, they all test teamwork abilities. I'm going to be happy when I finally get to read them in full, if nothing else, these trials have been delightful to see.

Anyway the next emergency gathering comes up and it descends into an argument

Dovewing gets to yell at Ivypool and tell her to back off <3 "You're not going to manipulate my mate through me, screw you"

Tigerheartstar and the other leaders eventually agree to meet with the mediator off-screen because the writers don't feel like showing us Tree's madd skillz which definitely justify having this unique role that we completely forgot about until just now

It doesn't accomplish anything meaningful because they only acknowledged the mediator role to make the fans stop complaining

Tigerheartstar agrees to not station more warriors in RiverClan territory but nothing else. Waow.

aaand Berryheart's planning something and Sparrowtail, Sunbeam's father, accidentally spills the beans to his daughter. I like this because I have always imagined him as a himbo

so... yeah. It's not looking great. I'm not having a good time in this spoiler thread. I am hoping that a fair amount of it is misrepresentation, because if it's what the leaker says it is, I'm not going to be a happy camper

#Thunder spoilers #Asc spoilers #Tw sterilization #Tw spaying

[yakuzacanons]

been waiting to send this one!

since IW h/cs are on the table now, how about some tomizawa dating ones?

i fell so hard for that man you have no idea 😭😭

I'm so Yamai fr fr cuz everytime I see Tomi's name I'm like Tomizawaaaaaa where is our doordaaassh Tommmiiiii I'm hunnnggggrrryyyyyyy. The short answer to your question is yes btw lol.

Since he's a divorced man, he's not super eager to jump back into the dating scene. He didn't really come to terms with his divorce until he met Ichiban, at which point he's been out of the game for so long that he may as well be entirely new to it.

One thing that does motivate him in a romantic sense is that he has a newly ignited drive to do better and be better than he was before. He can't guarantee you much but you know he will be putting in the effort. 110% or nothing for our Tomi.

Not full blown awkward like Ichiban is but he does have a shy side to him. Things like compliments make him break eye contact or awkwardly rub the back of his head. He says things like "Haha, well I'm glad one of us thinks I'm cool... heh."

He doesn't really hate himself, he just isn't sure yet if he's someone that's really worthy of a long term relationship. Definitely in a gotta-love-myself-before-loving-someone-else stage of his life.

When it comes to confessing, it's 50/50 with Tomi. Genuinely could go either way, I will say he is incredibly patient and can bide his time so he won't be in a big hurry to just blurt out his feelings.

Dates with Tomi are simple but thoughtful. He isn't made of money but he'll take you somewhere that most people won't know about. Good conversationalist too, very easy to just chill and vibe with.

Yes, he does volunteer to drive you literally any and everywhere whenever you have to do something. Doesn't matter if it's down the block. It's partially that it's an excuse to see you but also that he is somewhat paranoid about something bad happening somehow.

In longer term relationships, Tomi is actually quite domestic. Pretty clean and good at maintaining an organized space. Please do not ask him to cook though, he'll do that thing where a fire shoots up out of the pan and scare the shit out of himself.

In bed, Tomi leans more towards being a bottom, although he wouldn't say it's enough to the point he could label himself as one fully. Pretty gentle lover as a whole, hasn't got any kinks. Do not ask him to hit or degrade you, he will not do it.

Lower sex drive than most of the boys, prefers to just cuddle you. Definitely a hugger more than a kisser as well. Likes to give head pats despite the fact he isn't even that tall himself.

One important note: he slouches a lot so you can tell he's into you if he sits up straight around you.

#majima megaphone moment #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #yakuza headcanons #yakuza imagines #ryu ga gotoku headcanons #ryu ga gotoku imagines #yakuza infinite wealth #like a dragon infinite wealth #infinite wealth #eric tomizawa

[saltygilmores]

DANCE MARATHON EPISODE-PART 3

So I had seen this Charity Dance Marathon gimmick on an episode of the Golden Girls (an episode which aired in 1987) and I feel as if I’ve seen it on other shows as well. (fun fact I just learned this week: Gilmore Girls and Golden Girls both shared at least one writer). Were these ever real things or is this just a gimmick made up for sitcoms? Are there real people out there shaking their moneymakers til they drop? Who can actually dance for 24 hours with only minimal breaks? It seems incredibly uncomfortable. See also: Charity bachelor auctions (Seen this gimmick on The Golden Girls again, and The Simpsons). Stars Hollow could never auction off a date with a hunky bachelor because Miss Patty keeps all the eligible single men and teenage boys chained up in her basement. I may have to do some research on these phenomenons.

I already can't stop saying Shug and Shuggy and Shugar at random intervals after seeing Land of Bad yesterday, and Babette is not helping, lol. Maybe on a different timeline, she was Shug's Momma (actually...maybe I shouldn't wish that for dear Babette).

I just want to point out the sign in the background reading: "All students riding a school bus home after school must wait in the gym." Who is so far away they're taking a bus to school in Stars Hollow? Stars Hollow is like four feet long. Maybe there are so few teenagers in The Hollow they have to consolidate with other districts and bus in students from other towns, like seat fillers. Those poor kids, deprived of an education like that.

Everything reminds me of Captain John "Sugar/Shug" Sweet. Sookie informs Lorelai that under duress, she reluctantly agreed to her husband's "four in four" plan (four kids in four years, what is she, a dog?) and now she can't back out or have a conversation with him about it so she has no choice but to lay down and accept his sperm, lest she cause any conflict in their newlywed marriage where things are still bright and shiny and they enjoy sniffing each other in the morning, or something like that.

Tell that to Liz Danes.

That's rich and creamy coming from Ms. "I Almost Married Max Medina Without Discussing Where We Were Going to Live".

This is a janky medical operation we've got going on here. Medical examinations being performed next to open containers of food, no gloves being worn by medical personel or kitchen staff, and massage therapists walking around wearing tshirts saying "Masseuse" on them, because it's important to establish who you're getting massaged by. If it doesn't say Masseuse on the shirt, you might end up getting a rubdown from an unsanctioned random weirdo.

Alexis's is sneering like, "I'm here working 14 hours day in the Los Angeles heat in a heavy coat with a bunch of DORKS when I could be home boinking MY NEW BOYFRIEND MILIO VENTIMIGLIA and touching his BIG WANG! But maybe we can sneak in a quickie behind craft services later"

Mrs Kim is the real star of this episode.

Oh hey Mrs. Stanley Appleman.

Kinky.

If you keep drinking all that coffee, you're going to turn into a Coffee. Or probably have back to back heart attacks.

The clock is ticking to Shane's imminent demise. Hopefully her collapse from excessive blood loss won't get in the way of the other dancers, because Jess is going to butcher her behind the school without any witnesses. He is home sharpening his axe. #MurderOnTheDanceFloor #BetterNotKillTheGroove How the hell did they rustle up 156 couples/ 312 people for this thang anyway?

I love Luke in this episode :)

Pretty rich and creamy coming from you, Miss No Car, No Job, No Pet, One Friend, Butthead Boyfriend, Goes Home From College Every Weekend to Visit Mommy. Kirk has a thousand careers, he will eventually have a pet and a girlfriend, and what reason would you need a car in The Hollow? Except to escape it. Kirk easily has the most interesting life in The Hollow, save for Miss Patty, maybe (who has the most interesting past). He seems pretty content with his life. I love that there's a "security" guard back there. I guess he was sleeping on the job when Shane's cries of agony rang out into the cold Connecticut sky.

Says Miss Lonely Pathetic Existence Also Attending The Same Marathon With Lonely Pathetic Mother And Every Other Lonely Pathetic citizen of the entire town.

YAYYYYY.

If Lane doesn't stop causing so much friction in Hep Alien, she might be replaced with this guy. I'm sure he will get paid equally as much drumming for a group of teenagers as he's currently getting paid to drum for a small town twerk-till-you-drop charity event.

Remember when swing music had a brief resurgence in the late 90s? Those were the days, oh some days they were. But since time stands still in The Hollow, they're actually still on the 1930's wave. This is too much fun and so cute and whimsical and joyous and what a wonderful episode it is. Can't even snark too hard about the dancing. Lowering snark cannons.

They're going to go home and have unbelievable amounts of sex.

You know who else is going to go home after the DM and have an unbelievable amount of sex? I'm sorry. You came to The Thing, Dean! You did the bare minimum! You paid your girlfriend and her mother an uninspired compliment! For that Lorelai will stare at you like a hungry dog salivating over the last scrap of meat on a bone.

#gilmore girls #denise rewatches gilmore girls #Dance Marathon #tsgdt #they shoot gilmores dont they #rory gilmore #lorelai gilmore #luke danes #kirk gleason #babette #sugar #shug #shuggy shug #gilmore girls season 3 #Shane is swan food