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am-i-the-asshole-official · 4 months

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AITA for not watching my sick goddaughter and then not wanting to watch her sick brother

*fake names used obviously

Two days ago I got a message from my goddaughter's mom, Nancy, saying that my goddaughter, Natasha, had thrown up at school. The reason Nancy let me know was because her husband would be picking up Natasha's little brother, Dennis, who I watch from 7:30 AM to 3:30 PM most days.

Anyway, I have an extreme, irrational fear of throwing up. So after Nancy let me know Natasha was sick, I was afraid Nancy would then ask if Natasha could come over to my house the next day along with Dennis. Nancy works the night shift so she sleeps during the day and her husband works from 8 AM to 4 PM. I've watched both kids since they were infants. I love them as if they were my own, but when they're sick with a stomach bug, or just throwing up for whatever reason, I would prefer they stayed home away from me so that I can avoid getting what they have lol.

I've always felt bad about this, because they're little and I feel like at my grown age I should be okay with being around them if they've thrown up. Yet, I find myself internally freaking out about getting sick AND I get so paranoid I swear I make myself sick sometimes. Nancy knows this about me.

Sure enough, Nancy calls me and nonchalantly asks if Natasha can come over the next day with Dennis because the school told her Natasha couldn't return for 24 hours. Usually I would give in and say yes because I feel bad saying no, but recently my brother's have reminded me that Nancy only pays me 200 dollars every two weeks to watch Dennis four days a week, eight hours a day. Nancy has acknowledged that she'd have to pay way more at a daycare, so she appreciates what I, and my family do for them.

I love the kids, I really do, but despite having known their parents for so long it feels as though Nancy and her husband only really see me and my family as the help and almost expect us to always be available. Or maybe I'm just projecting my insecurities onto them about not feeling appreciated enough? Which I know is bad, but it's instances like this that have bothered me in the past. You wouldn't take the children to a daycare if they've thrown up right? Or if they're sick with something like covid (which they gave us like two years ago), or if they have a fever, but they've brought them over anyway. It feels mean, you know? Like I love the kids, but I don't want to get sick. Maybe I'm just a horrible, paranoid, awful person and I do think that sometimes. Ha ha, is this an instance in which it would be ok to set a boundary🤔😭

On top of that, I don't charge Nancy extra (nor does she offer to pay) when she asks me to watch the kids on the weekends for a few hours or when she's got time off of work and wants to bring them over. I know this is my fault, because I do not charge her, but again I feel bad asking for more money. My biggest fear for a long time was that she would stop bringing the kids over if I did ask for a little raise or asked her not to bring them over if they were sick, but was always reminded by my brothers that Nancy didn't want to pay for daycare. Still I felt too ashamed to ask for more babysitting money or for Nancy or her husband to keep the kids home sick, and again I feared she would find someone else to watch the children.

Anyway, I told Nancy no. I was very apologetic and reminded her that I get really paranoid when someone is sick throwing up. I told her I just didn't want to get sick because then I'd be out for one to two days. Which would mean I wouldn't be able to watch Dennis and she or her husband would have to miss out on a day of work. Nancy sounded let down, maybe annoyed? I'm not sure, I can't remember. I am kind of spiraling about it as I'm typing this out now. I feel really bad that I said no, especially because Nancy called me from her car so Natasha heard me say no. Luckily, Natasha was happy that she would get to go spend time with her mom at work. Nancy works in an office as the manager of a warehouse, so it's not like Natasha had to wait in some break room or alone somewhere.

Then tonight I get a message from Nancy saying Dennis threw up, and the panic set in all over again. I feel bad telling her to keep him, even though she eventually offered to keep him home after my many questions: what time did it happen; did he only puke once; does he have a fever; how is he feeling now? I'm sure she's annoyed that I might say "Yes, please keep him." Because that would mean she would either have to stay awake with him and not sleep before work tomorrow night, or that her husband would have to stay home. I think I'm going to tell her to keep him. I feel bad, but I guess not bad enough, huh? I'm trying to justify it to myself, I know, but that's why I'm here. Am I the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

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wqnwoos · 10 months

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love & shakespeare (x.mh)

-> genre fluff, college!au, academic rivals to lovers -> warnings swearing, kissing, multiple shakespeare references, gn!reader -> word count 2k

there is nothing and nobody you despise more in this world than xu minghao.

you do not like his cocky little smile and his annoyingly pretty face. you do not like the way he rocks his chair back and forth during lectures and spins his pencil around his fingers carelessly. but most of all, you do not like that he’s made it his personal mission to make your life hell.

that’s the only explanation you have for the rivalry you two have going on — everything you say in class, everything you manage to bring up, he counters. he argues. you argue back. the argument veers off the rails slightly, curses slipping out of both of you mouths, until the professor eventually steps in and stops your “debates”. it’s the same story, every literature class, every thursday at 10 in the morning, until today —

“you’re kidding.” your voice is aghast, and rightly so, you feel, as you gaze at minghao in disbelief.

“believe me,” minghao mutters darkly. “i wish i was.”

“why?” you groan, throwing your head back in despair and dragging out the syllable. “i don’t want to partner with you! that is literally the last thing i have ever wanted!”

minghao just takes the seat next to you with a roll of his eyes. “like i said, sweetheart. i don’t want this either, so can we just get on with it?”

you scoff, but he does have a point — so you shut up and dig out your laptop, before professor choi can scold you both. you drum your fingers lightly on the keyboard, turning to minghao reluctantly. “so… which book are we doing?”

“book?” he repeats, scrunching his nose at you. “have you been listening, like, at all? we’re doing a play. a shakespeare play, dumbass.”

you wave your hand dismissively. “whatever. i don’t care. it’s too early for this shit.”

he blinks at you, deadpan. “it’s half ten in the morning.”

you don’t break eye contact. “exactly?”

a short pause, before minghao clicks his tongue, turning away from you. “okay, we’re not doing a midsummer night’s dream — ”

“agreed.”

“— but i was thinking macbeth or twelfth night. or romeo and juliet.”

slowly, you nod. “those all sound okay, i guess. there’s more to say about macbeth and romeo and juliet, though. theme-wise, i mean?”

“there’s always plenty to say about shakespeare,” minghao counters. “but sure. let’s do romeo and juliet.”

“why not macbeth?” you’re asking just to be difficult. you don’t really care which play you do, you just want to see the way his brows furrow when he’s annoyed.

minghao eyes you balefully. “i don’t want you getting ideas. murdering me in my sleep or something.”

“if it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well it were done quickly,” you quip instantly, and the joke actually makes him snort, biting down on his lip to repress his laughter.

you gasp, pointing at him. “no way! he laughs!”

“don’t be stupid,” minghao retorts, but colour is already rising to his cheeks, and he ducks his head to hide it.

it’s cute, you think, and then immediately wonder why you’re thinking that.

unsurprisingly, working with minghao is not going well.

it’s been a few days since the project was assigned, and so the two of you are holed up in a corner of the campus library, laptops open, copies of the text spread across the desk — but instead of working, you’re too busy glaring at each other to do anything useful for the presentation.

“how are you not going to put love as a theme?” minghao hisses, raking a hand through his hair.

“please!” you snort, rolling your eyes and looking away.

minghao slaps a hand to his forehead. “___, we’re literally talking about romeo and juliet. you know, widely regarded as one of the greatest love stories of all time?

“the whole thing takes place over like, four to five days, minghao,” you emphasise, leaning forward over the desk. “there’s no way anyone can fall in love that quickly.”

your project partner passes a hand over his face, biting out, “it. is. fiction.”

“infatuation is more accurate,” you pronounce, ignoring minghao’s narrowed eyes. “in my opinion, anyway.”

minghao sighs deeply, rubbing his eyes. “you know what? let’s split the slide into two. we’ll do an argument for love and an argument for infatuation. how’s that, your highness?”

you beam at him. “minghao, that’s the first intelligent thing you’ve said all day.”

“oh, fuck you too,” he mutters, as he begins typing. “just find your fucking infatuation quotes and get on with it.”

“oh? and how many slides have you done, o great — ”

(within the next half an hour, the two of you are kicked out of the library. for disturbing the peace and foul language.)

“i feel like romeo is a tad dramatic,” you announce suddenly. “listen — i defy you, stars! is kinda crazy for a girl he just met.”

minghao glances up at you, taking out an airpod with a sigh. “he’s in love. it’s meant to be romantic, idiot. do you not like romance or something?”

“no! i like romance fine!” you protest, scowling. “i guess i just don’t get this play. romeo kind of bugs me. i like other romances.”

“you kind of bug me,” minghao replies childishly. “what other romances do you actually enjoy, then?”

your eyes brighten a little. “so basic, but i like pride and prejudice.”

he stares at you. “don’t tell me you’re one of those mr darcy lovers.”

you sniff. “i won’t tell you then. you just don’t understand the cultural significance of the hand flex scene.”

“sure,” he says, rolling his eyes. “god. maybe we should have done macbeth.”

you hum, eyeing your copy of the play critically. “maybe. like i said. i just don’t get it.”

“it’s a love story.” minghao takes out his other airpod. “what is there to get?”

shrugging, and slightly embarrassed, you continue. “i don’t know, it just — maybe because i’ve never been in love or something. is it really that… eclipsing?”

to your surprise, minghao doesn’t pounce on your moment of vulnerability. he just tilts his head to the side, looking at you unreadably, before shrugging. “i don’t know. you’re asking the wrong person. i’ve never been in love either.”

you nod, and then cut your eyes away from his — the atmosphere is different now. this is uncharted territory; you’re used to snarky, quick remarks and returning them equally. but recently, minghao has been…

nice. he’s been nice, and you don’t know how to deal with it.

you’re jolted out of your thoughts by his voice again. “i’d like to be, though,” he says, voice quieter, avoiding your gaze. “in love, i mean. it sounds pretty nice.”

“yeah,” you hear yourself saying. “i think you’ll get there.”

something flashes in his eyes, but he’s quick to disguise it with a mischievous grin. “oh? you think i have loveable qualities, ___?”

“to me, no. to others, sure,” you say dismissively. (and you’re lying through your teeth, you realise with a sinking stomach as you say it.)

minghao cups his hands under his chin in a flower pose, beaming. “you think i’m handsome though, right?”

you scoff, beginning to studiously write out your notes again. “sure, minghao. you’re cute.”

(inwardly, you’re screaming. outwardly, you are the very epitome of calm and dismissive.)

there’s silence for a moment, so you glance at him, and with a hidden smirk you realise he’s blushing. “i wasn’t expecting you to actually admit it,” he mumbles, eyes wide.

you wave a hand, continuing your writing. “i’m not blind. you’re handsome or whatever, just… not my type?”

“not your type?” the boy opposite you snorts, leaning back and folding his arms, looking slightly offended. “why? what’s your type?”

you bite down on your lower lip to suppress an amused giggle, instead maintaining your unbothered facade. “mmm… do you know kwon soonyoung? the football guy?”

minghao raises a brow. “he’s a friend of mine.”

“ahh, really?” you feign surprise. of course you knew that already. “he’s cute. he seems kind.”

minghao just wrinkles his nose in blatant disgust — if you actually liked soonyoung, you’d be a little indignant at the way he turns back to his laptop. you do manage to catch his distasteful mutte: “that man genuinely believes he is a tiger, and this…” — before he trails off into silence, shaking his head.

after that day, minghao hasn’t been as nice to you. the two of you finished off the presentation in stilted silence, charged with a tension you can’t quite work out. he only talks to enough when necessary, barely meets your eyes, and while once you might not have minded, now your feelings have changed. significantly.

but clearly, he’s tired of you.

a week later, you and minghao ace the presentation on romeo and juliet. your professor loves the slides — compliments your arguments on love versus infatuation — is intrigued by the quotes the two of you have picked out. you do everything right.

which means both of you are awarded full marks; it has you bouncing out the room with glee, while minghao trails behind you, hiding a smile at your giddiness.

“you’re acting like you’ve never gotten full marks before,” he remarks. “and i know for a fact that’s not true.”

you glance at him, wondering how he has the gall to comment on your happiness when he’s been the cause of your unhappiness for so long. “dude. can i not just be happy?”

startled, minghao raises his hands and steps back. “of course you can. i just meant — i don’t know. you can be quite serious a lot of the time.”

“me?” you sound shocked when you whip round to face him, but that’s because you are. “i’m the one who looks serious? what about you? you look like you’re always sucking a lemon.”

your partner looks insulted. “excuse me?“

“what?” you snap, sudden months of frustration pouring out. “i’ve literally never seen you look at me without burning anger in those eyes.”

“burning anger?” he repeats, lips forming a slight sneer. “that’s a little dramatic, sweetheart.”

“don’t call me that!”

he steps closer, quirking a brow. “or what?”

suddenly, he’s too close — you turn your head to the side, glancing down the deserted corridor with warmth rising to your cheeks. “nothing,” you say, with more heat than necessary. “you’re so annoying, xu minghao.”

“you’re so dramatic, ___ ___,” he mimics immediately, tilting his head to the side. god, he’s unbearably close; you can feel his body’s warmth, smell his cologne — fresh, minty, altogether too enticing.

“you look flustered,” he says, voice dropping to a whisper. another step forward; his voice takes on a light, teasing tone. “do i make you nervous?”

“no!” you retort, sharper and louder than needed. “you annoy me. you’re annoying.” but even as you utter the words, you’re leaning back into him.

“shut up,” he murmurs, so gently it feels like a confession — he brings a hand up to cup you cheek, thumb caressing your skin, as you bite out your next words;

“make me.”

minghao’s eyes spark at the challenge; one second he’s gazing at you with fire in his eyes, and the next, his lips are colliding with yours in bruising, urgent kisses — “god,” he gasps out between them, as your hands loop around his neck and into his hair, “you are so — fucking — irritating.”

you pull back with and beam at him innocently. “oh, but you like it.”

he rolls his eyes, but doesn’t deny it.

you push your luck, wrapping your arms around him and beaming. “one might even say that… you like me.”

silence, as he gazes at your bright eyes and happy smile, before softening his facade and smiling. “sure,” he admits reluctantly. “i like you. my only love sprung from my only hate, you could say.”

his smile widens when yours does, as you place a kiss on his cheek, and then he mutters lowly; “god, i knew you were lying about soonyoung!”

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tojiscumdumpster · 5 months

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CHAPTER THREE - TOJI

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“How’s school going, kid?”

Dinners with Megumi are always tense. Awkward. Silence most of the time until one of us says something, which is usually never. There’s a few things we don’t do together anymore, but eating at the table remains. And it looks like he still likes it when I make shogayaki based on how he cleared his plate.

I didn’t have the best childhood or teenage years growing up. Actually, it was traumatic as shit. The scars scattered across my body remind me everyday. So it’s hard for me to give love, be a father to a boy when I wasn’t given that myself—especially without the help of my wife.

But that doesn’t mean I can’t try.

Whether Megumi wants to admit it or not, we’re alike in many ways. I mean, he has my fucking face for fuck’s sake. He’s stubborn as shit like me. Smart mouth. Slightly tempered. Not talkative. The list can go on and on.

And in other ways, he’s a lot like his mom. Caring. Full of life (when he wants to be). Optimistic. Selfless. Earnest.

Lately, I’ve been getting the side of Megumi where he took after me.

I get it. I haven’t been the best father to him these past seven years. I practically had him fending for himself or dropping him with Kong when I didn’t feel like taking care of him. My wife’s death fucked me up bad and I took it out on Megumi.

He didn’t and doesn’t deserve that shit. He didn’t ask to be in this shitty ass world. We’re in another country. I’m his sole guardian. His only parent, and it’s about time I start acting like it.

So if that starts by me making small talk at the dinner table, then so be it.

“School’s fine,” he answers, flatly.

I take a sip of my ginger ale. “Made some friends?”

He gives me an annoyed look. “It’s only been a week.”

“Some people make friends fast.”

“I’m not looking to make friends.”

Yep. Definitely my kid.

“Okay. Well, what about your teachers?” I take our empty plates to put in the sink.

“They’re alright. One of them is pretty nice. My reading teacher.”

“Yeah? What’s her name?” Megumi tries to do the dishes, but I push him away. “I got it.”

“Miss L /N. She wants to set up a parent-teacher conference.”

“She said when?”

“Monday at three.”

Shit. I start work at four.

“I know that’s near your work time, so I can tell her you can’t-”

“Nah, it’s fine. I can make it. If anything, I’ll call in late.” He nods and gives me a tight smile.

A shitty expression, but I’m taking whatever that’s given to me. I’m honestly surprised he’s even talking to me this long.

“I have a kid from school coming over tonight. He wants to watch a movie,” he announces.

“I thought you said you didn’t make any friends?”

“I didn’t.” Is all he says before he goes to his room and shuts the door.

Progress was made, I guess.

I wouldn’t automatically assume Megumi hates you… He’s adjusting just like you are .

Words of Y/N replays in my mind. I’ve been thinking about her all fucking week. I didn’t even bother to meet up with one of my on-call flings after I met Y/N because I knew no one would compare.

Not after when I felt those sweet full lips and perfect ass of hers. My fist has been meeting with my cock too many times to my liking at the thought of Y/N.

In the shower. Before and after work. When I wake up. When I go to sleep. I kept fucking my hand imagining it was her pussy wrapped around me.

I know Y/N would take me well. She’s just so damn thick. Perfect height and body. A sexy, smooth and soft yet raspy voice. How she whimpered in my mouth.

Fuck, she’d be a good girl.

I’m never one to be desperate to have sex with a woman, but I’m beyond desperate. I need to fuck Y/N badly. Hard. Deeply. Have all of my cock fit inside of her pussy until she’s screaming that she can’t take it.

Everything about her is just so damn sexy. And I’m not only talking about her looks.

I’m usually the type to fuck and go, but something tells me I would want to lay down next to Y/N and hear her talk forever.

Forever?

What the fuck is wrong with me right now? Do I hear how I sound? Like a goddamn lover boy. I just wanted to fuck her. Not spend forever with her.

I know her pussy would be good, but forever good?

Yes .

That’s a question I know never will be fucking no.

It’s been days. I went back to the bar everyday this week hoping that I would see her.

I guess I’ll try again tomorrow.

Enough thinking. Time for work.

“Fushiguro, you’re working third floor tonight with Gojo. Bachelorette party.”

Fucking great. Not only am I pairing up with the annoying motherfucker, but also having to babysit drunk women.

Working at a VIP luxury club isn’t the worst, only if I’m able to do my normal shit like walk the floors. However, nights like these, especially Fridays where we usually have multiple events booked, it annoys me.

Because who gets stuck with the shit? Me.

The club owner better be fucking lucky he pays me generously. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be doing most of the things he asks.

Bachelorette parties are not my favorites because most of the time women think I’m the sexy and mysterious security guard stripper . In their fucking dreams. I don’t crave that kind of attention. Hence why I took a job as security so I don’t have to talk as much.

“Fushiguro, aren’t you glad we’re working together tonight?” The white haired fucker, Gojo, asks me.

“Are you trying to fuck with me?”

He smirks. “Depends. Is it working?”

“Dude-”

“Satoru, if Fushiguro punches you in the face again, don’t come complaining to me.” Another one of the securities joined the banter. Geto Suguru.

Usually, they pair those two together, but tonight they want to leave the babysitting to me with Gojo while he’s walking the floors.

Not looking forward to tonight.

At all.

“Fushiguro acts like he hates me but he doesn’t. Not when little Megumi loves me,” Gojo says.

I snort. “Is that you think?”

“I’m practically his big brother.”

Some of the men here are acquainted with my kid since I brought him to work with me in the beginning. Not an ideal environment for a kid, but didn’t have enough money to afford a babysitter. And despite him being twelve at the time, I had enough sense to not leave him alone in a foreign country.

“Yeah, whatever. Let’s just get this night over with.”

I head out the changing room to go to our post on the third floor. The club is damn near already packed and it’s not even eleven o’clock yet. People are drunk and dancing, bumping into me and shit.

Another thing I don’t like about nightlife.

Rather than take the elevator, I use the stairs because it seems like the ladies for the bachelorette party are using it to bring up their set up. Looks like some of them are already up here.

The moment I step on the third floor, I attract eyes from the women. They ogle me like I’m their dinner for the night. And believe it or not, having the attention on me is not my favorite. Like I said earlier, I’ve been dealing with women almost half my life. I offered my sexual advances for money to fend for myself after I was disowned by the Zen’in Family.

I’m single and forty-two. I still have my sexual needs, and it’s not often I’ll deny a woman that offers herself if I’m attracted to her. But that doesn’t mean I want to be stared at all night.

“Ouh, are you one of the male strippers? Sexy bad boy security guard? ” one of the women asked. Brunette. Grey eyes. Average height. Not too bad on the eyes either.

“No. I’m actual the security guards to babysit you, and make sure you don’t fucking puke everywhere.”

She giggles, twirling her hair around her finger. “Well, I’ll try to be on my best behavior, Mr. Security.”

Definitely not my type.

I give her a tight nod and walk to the back of the section out of eyesight.

Eventually the rest of the ladies join to begin their party. Gojo comes up the stairs late, per usual, and the attention turns to him. Unlike me, he likes when women stroke his fucking ego. All better for me while we’re up here for the night.

My assumption is that the bride-to-be just entered because of all the screams and her dressing in white. Am I still allowed to be fucking annoyed by unnecessary loud noise while working in a night club? Yes.

I solely chose this job because it requires less talking and gives me more money.

And I don’t play when it comes to that.

For the most part, time is going by fast. Thirty minutes turns to an hour, and an hour turns to two. Full house club and drunken bachelorette party. Gojo, of course, entertains them, but I stand in the same spot.

“Aren’t we missing someone? I hear the bride ask.

“Yeah, Y/-”

“I’m here! I’m here!”

That voice sounds familiar. No, I know that voice. When I look over to the section, deep skin that glows under the colorful lights, coils pulled in an updo, stilettos with a tiny fucking dress that’s cut out around the waist.

Y/N.

And fuck, she looks damn good.

“Y/N, you’re late,” the bride-to-be pouts. “I thought you weren’t coming.”

She kisses her on the cheek. “I know. I’m sorry. I had like three thousand tests to grade, then I had to go pick up your gift. Then, freaking Nanami. It was just a lot,” she explains. “But I’m here! And you have me for the rest of the night.”

“Okay, sounds hectic. So, you’re forgiven.” The bride-to-be pours a shot of tequila in a glass to hand to Y/N. “Here. You have a lot of catching up to do. As you can see—we’re drunk.”

Y/N giggles. “Oh, gosh.” But takes the shot and downs it anyways.

She makes her rounds to greet the rest of the party and it’s like they all gravitate to her. Like the true life of the party has arrived.

I study every interaction. I watch how those pretty lips move and spread a smile across her gorgeous face. It’s only been a few days and it feels like she’s gotten prettier since I last saw her.

My cock hardens at the thought of having Y/N’s ass in my hands and her full lips on mine again, maybe this time while she’s naked and riding me. Or preferably in that dress. It’s so damn short and tight. Her love handles shows, and again, she’s not wearing a fucking bra.

It’s like she’s begging for me to suck her pretty tits. I will if she wants me to.

“Shit, Fushiguro,” Gojo says, coming near me to interrupt my thoughts. “Being up here isn’t bad after all. All these beautiful women, especially the one that just came in. The thick one? She’s beyond gorgeous.”

I let out a territorial growl and shot daggers through his skull. Y/N isn’t mine, but she’s mine.

“Off limits.”

He laughs. “What? That’s your girlfriend? I doubt she wants a geezer like you.”

“I’ll fuck-” And before I could respond, it’s like Y/N felt someone staring at her because when she turned around, we made eye contact.

She smiled a few times since she got here, but none of the smiles compares to the one she’s giving me right now. It shows her excitement. Her attraction. Her amazement of seeing me, like she never would me again, the same way I thought about her.

Y/N says something to one of the other women before making her way to me. Her walk, how her legs look, especially while wearing those heels. How those full fucking hips sways—it’s sexy. She’s sexy, and I’d be damned if she doesn’t know it.

“Toji Fushiguro.” Her voice is calm and relaxing. “We meet again.”

“We do.”

She closes the space between us but still keeps a respectful distance, just enough to have her vanilla and warm berries scent invade my senses.

“Hi, big guy,” she breathes, sexually.

Y/N calling me big guy causes my dick to twitch in my pants. I really need to readjust myself right now, but it would make it real obvious how hard I am.

“You look beautiful,” I tell her like it’s a fact because it is.

“Thank you. You clean up well, too.”

“Just work uniform.”

She shrugs. “Then maybe I need to start coming here more often.”

This time I don’t need to ask if she’s flirting with me like last time. I know she is. Her body language is telling me that she wants me to fuck her.

There’s just something so organic about our chemistry. Our barely started chemistry, which makes me feel like we’ve been at this our entire lives. I refuse to believe we’re just strangers.

“You’re too pretty to be talking to him,” Gojo snorts.

Y/N gives him an annoyed expression, arching her brow. “And you’re too much of an asshole to be talking to me.”

The balance between Y/N being sweet and spicy makes a pervert out of me. Fuck.

Although I didn’t need the defending, it’s funny knowing not every woman is willing to stroke that motherfucker’s ego.

He doesn’t say a word. Just walks back to his side of the section while smirking at Y/N. But of course, she pays him no mind.

“I hope all your coworkers aren’t like that to you.”

“I don’t really care if they are or aren’t. I’m here to make my money and leave,” I said.

“I suppose. I still don’t like that, though.”

“Come here, Y/N.”

She completely closed any bit of space that kept us apart and pushed her breasts against my chest. I look down at her, dragging my eyes to her tits to see how full and swollen they are. Perfect size to put my cock between.

“Are you going to touch me?” she questions, invitingly.

“I can’t. Club rules. Unless we’re not seen on the floor.”

She raises her brows, smiling. “So… behind closed doors, you can?”

“I can.”

All she does is smile and go in the direction of the stairs, but first stops at the section.

“Ladies, I’ll be back. The security guard is going to show me where the bathroom is. I’ve never been here before.”

“Let us know how the dick is!” someone yells, leaving Y/N laughing while walking away.

I can neither confirm or deny that Y/N and I are going to fuck, but how she’s looking tonight, I’m willing to take whatever she gives me.

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gatitties · 1 year

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Ghoulish cuteness

─ Kid Pirates x fem!reader

─ Summary: you love cute little animals and you brutally punish the abusers, drawing the attention of a certain redhaired pirate

─ Warnings: none

You were a free soul on the vast sea, free, brash, hyperactive and completely impulsive. You didn't want to consider yourself a pirate but… you had gotten a bounty on your head just for causing minor damage to a few islands. Considering the minor damage was almost dismembering several people for mistreating cute stray kittens, you didn't mind being considered a bloody pirate as long as those adorable animals had a place to call home, yes, you traveled on your little boat full of cats until you got them a house.

How you came to be part of the Kid's crew was not much of a mystery, you were at your thing on some random island, cutting off a couple of hands for more cute kittens that needed help, seeing you smile while cutting limbs, laughing like a madwoman completely covered in blood, Kid liked that brutality, like a stubborn child who sees something he likes, he takes it.

Then from one day to the next you found yourself aboard the Victoria Punk, you didn't care much, the only thing that changed is that now you were surrounded by testosterone, punks and goths with pierced nipples. All you wanted was to travel the world and you were doing it alone with a group of men, most of the time you didn't listen to Kid's orders, which led to many arguments that Killer had to pacify.

The blonde should let you cut out his captain's tongue, since he just kidnapped you without knowing the kind of person you were and you caused so many confrontations, still he couldn't blame you, in the end you ended up being a good addition to the team, like you were a missing piece, when you weren't yelling or running from the men you had annoyed it was quite calming to be with you. You had this weird energy like orange cats.

The bad part is that you weren't going to abandon those cats, oh lord no, you didn't give a shit if any of the others had allergies, you were going to keep looking for a home for those cats you found, you formed a legion of cats that snuggled against you while they hissed at the men on the ship, except for Wire, he was the only one who could get close to the kittens without bleeding to death trying to caress them.

You know that explosive chihuahua energy that stares with its teeth out? Heat had that vision of you when you got scolded for causing too much trouble and you couldn't complain because you didn't want to blow up on Killer, he stood up for you when you wanted to get the kittens on the boat so swallow your pride and take the scolding for now.

Of course, that didn't make you think or stop playing pranks on your shipmates, you were still a fool who liked to cause trouble for your own amusement, you had a lot of energy in your body and you needed to discharge it somehow, when you were traveling alone you were always bored until you reached an island, now you have fun twenty-four hours a day.

"HEHEHEHEHEHEHE!"

Killer watched as your body ran around the deck laughing like a witch, he simply thought you were running to exercise your legs a bit, but his eyes caught a bright flash between your hands that made him worry.

"Let me see what you have there!"

"A KNIFE!"

"NO-"

Thus began a chase that ended in Kid's workshop, lots of flying metal and several cuts because of you, they scolded you again and forbade you to take any type of sharp object, not for your integrity, but for that of others.

The worst part was when they wanted to stay on an island for several days, even though everyone in the crew was free to do whatever they wanted in that 'off days' period and as much as Kid liked to see you get blood on your face in your battles, you couldn't just get lost on an island and make a damn show just an hour after getting off the ship.

"I'm not wearing that shit."

"These are captain's orders."

"Who?"

"Captain's orders, you idiot."

"No, who the hell asked you?"

"You little shit-"

You didn't have time to run, mostly because Heat had pinned you down with Wire, you felt betrayed by your cat petting friend, now you were wearing a stupid harness for children who get lost, but you weren't embarrassed, it just irritated you not being able to go where you wanted.

Your revenge that day was to bark, yes, literally bark, at the women who approached the group of four Kid's crew officers, since they always ended up flirting with some girls or looking to have a little one-night stand, oh no, they wouldn't have any of that today as long as they have you tied up with that damn thing.

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buckysimp101 · 2 years

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Love at First Grade (18+) - 4

Single Dad!Bucky Barnes x Single Mom!Reader; Teacher!Bucky x CEO!Reader

chapter warnings: language?

a/n: I’m a sucker for Tony Stark. He’s always one of my favorite characters to write. So pls enjoy 😂 and please note: I had to write this chapter on my notes app because I am away from my laptop for the weekend but felt the need to post today so all grammatical errors are my own 😭

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Tony Stark was the bane of your existence. He annoyed you to no end. In a favorite Uncle kind of way. He’s lucky Pepper was such a good person, because a people person Tony was not…to everyone else that is. Because, Tony Stark adored you and Avery. His reputation was similar to yours. Ruthless business executive who would make sure the deal went the exact way he wanted, but behind closed doors he loved his wife, his kid and his close friends. You sometimes considered yourself lucky to be in the latter group, but only sometimes. Tony’s friendship tended to be a love-hate situation.

Keeping up with your reputation was better for you. Safer for you and Avery if the whole world thought you were a stuck up bitch. It meant nobody could smell a weakness and use it against you. Even though you were fairly certain that your divorce only added fuel to the fire, gasoline in the form of Brock Rumlow.

He’d gone to all sorts of trashy magazines after signing the divorce papers and had told them that you were a shrewd businesswoman who had no time for her family and would do whatever she could to make sure L/N Enterprises came out on top. It was the “no time for her family” comment that hurt the worst and you were just so thankful that Avery hadn’t learned how to read at four years old. Brock didn’t stop there, he supplied the paps with rumors that you were cheating on him, with TONY, because of the close work Stark and L/N did together. Your face was plastered across nearly every paparazzi magazine in the grocery stores for a year.

Brock’s fury lessened when he realized he’d be getting some money in the divorce and so the rumors slowed down. But your reputation has already grown into this monster that you had no control over. At that point you figured, if you can’t beat em then you might as well become the person they think you are…in public at least.

“Tony, we’ve been over this before. I’m not going to beg you for your support in my deal with the Odinsons, but you know just as well as I that if we both teamed up together then we’d make the deal of a lifetime,” you stated sharply, looking Tony Stark himself in the eye. Tony quirked an eyebrow at your attitude, knowing that you didn’t normally speak to him like that unless you were in front of other people or if something was bothering you.

“Alright. You’ve got me. It’s a good deal, and I guess Odinson would be a good ally to have. Now. On to the real issue, what is wrong with you today, cupcake?” Tony quipped as he signed the deal you had laid in front of him.

You sighed roughly as the weight of securing Tony’s help and the reality of the morning settled into your bones. Your response got Tony’s attention and his face softened, he knew that look. It was one he saw on his own face almost every day. When the weight of your reputation bares all its weight on your shoulders. “Alright, kid what do you want for lunch? I’m buying and then you can tell me all about what’s got you in this funk,” Tony jested as he pulled up the phone number to the restaurant you normally ordered from after working together.

Pepper and Morgan joined you for lunch, the three year old choosing to sit in your lap. Morgan was a cutie. And she reminded you so much of Avery at that age. Just instead of the shyness Avery exhibited, Morgan definitely acted more like Tony. After eating and playing with Morgan for a little bit the two left, leaving you and Tony across the table from each other.

Before he could even ask you groaned and rubbed your face, “sorry Tony. Just today added so much stress to my plate that I didn’t need. For a second there I was genuinely worried that you wouldn’t help and that the Odinson’s would back out,” you started but were interrupted by Tony, “well technically they still could..”

You cut a sharp glare at him and he held up his hands in mock surrender, so you continued, “and Avery was in a mood today. She didn’t want to go to school, she was scared nobody would like her and she’d make no friends, and you know I hate it when she cries,” Tony offered a sympathetic look because he knew he was the same way over Morgan. One tear and he was buying her an entire toy store.

“And worst of all, her teacher looks like he was sculpted by the gods themselves and was placed in front of me as an obstacle to just fucking CLIMB.”

And that’s where Tony lost it. If he’d been drinking water he would’ve done a spit take at your words. He was laughing so hard you thought he’d fall out of his chair. You waited for his laughter to die down, as he began to wipe his eyes you muttered,,”it’s not that fucking funny, Tony.” Which apparently was the wrong thing to say because he almost completely lost it again.

Tony took a breath to steady himself. “Why is it such a problem that you find Avery’s first grade teacher such a hunk of man that you want to have your nasty dirty way with him, hmm?”

Your eyes narrowed at Tony’s comment which only made his eyebrows raise enthusiastically. Tony enjoyed getting a ride out of you. Before you could even respond he was interrupting to add, “you scared you’re a black widow spider or something and once you fuck him you’ll have to kill him?”

That made you lose it. You laughed so hard you snorted, causing Tony to rejoin with his laughter. You knew that talking to Tony would help you feel better, even if all he did was make fun of the situation and not offer any valuable advice. He was Tony Stark. Not exactly known for his great advice. And definitely not known to be very helpful with “romantic” advice. You had to practically beat him upside the head with one of his machines to get him to realize Virginia “Pepper” Potts was the best thing that would ever happen and he’d be a fool and alone forever if he let her go.

Okay, in all seriousness. What’s got you so wound tight over this man you have met one time, might I add?” Tony questioned semi-seriously causing you to think hard about his query. “Is it because you haven’t really been with anyone since Brock?”

His statement caused you to lift a brow and state flatly, “I’m divorced, Tony. Not fucking celibate. You know that.” Because Tony did know. Tony knew all about how terrified you were to casually date or sleep with someone after your divorce. How you were scared to introduce someone into Avery’s life that could break both your hearts in a minute. That’s why Avery didn’t know. She conveniently spent the night with Pepper, Tony and Morgan when you’d find someone to fill that basic human need. The look on your face must have answered some unanswered question Tony had because you saw his eyes soften before you.

“Okay I know you’re not a nun obviously. But now I’m gonna ask you a serious question…” he started only to be interrupted by you.

“Wow Anthony Edward Stark being serious? Someone call J Jonah Jameson,” you snarked with a teasing smirk at the way Tony glared at you.

“BUT do you think you’re acting weird about this man because he’s already met Avery? And you’re thinking if you did find him attractive and wanted to sink your fangs, I mean teeth, into him then you wouldn’t really be able to distance you or Avery from him?” He finished, his question practically echoing in your mind.

He must have seen in your eyes the way you were processing his sentence and just leaned back in his chair with a short nod. “Well would you look at the time. Someone’s gotta head back to their place and get this Odinson deal all shiny like a new penny so we can talk about the future of machine/human telehealth. Think about what I said will ya, kid? Maybe talk to Wilson or Maximoff about it. I know they’re your “besties” and you know, a little closer to your age,” he said besties with finger quotes and spat the last part of his statement with mock venom, a teasing look coming to his eyes. You smiled lightly at Tony, mouthing a thank you as you stood up to give him a hug and head back to your own building.

“Hey! Make sure to bring Avery over next week! We’re making cheeseburgers,” he winked as you walked out the door.

“You’re always making cheeseburgers,” you yelled back, not even having to turn around to see Tony‘s laugh.

When you got back to your office you finished writing up the Odinson deal so it would be ready to sign at your meeting at the end of the week. Before you knew it, it was time to pick up Avery. On the ride to school Sam decided to joke about your “crush” on Avery’s teacher saying that he was looking forward to seeing the man himself so he could gossip about him with Wanda after your celebratory drinks this upcoming Friday.

“Don’t plan the celebration too early, Sam. Odinson could still back out,” you stated pointedly. Sam knew how you felt about jinxing this deal and he promptly stopped talking about it, but he just rerouted the conversation back to Mr. Barnes. It was mostly him talking and joking and you rolling your eyes but when he pulled up to the school you saw Mr. Barnes next to Avery and a little girl who looked suspiciously like Mr. Barnes.

“That’s him,” you said to Sam, pointing at the first grade teacher.

Sam’s eyes widened, he looked from you to Mr. Barnes and back before saying, “you know, normally I don’t think I’d say this… but that man is a whole damn tree trunk. It makes sense why you wanna climb him.”

You snorted and slapped Sam’s arm before exiting the car and making your way over to your daughter. Mr. Barnes didn’t notice you and for that you were thankful. It gave you the opportunity to appreciate his…assets. The way his brown hair curled slightly at his shoulders, the way his button up seemed a half size too small judging by the way his shoulders stretched against the material, the way his slacks clung to his..

“MOMMY!!” Avery’s voice cried, pulling you out of your appreciative gaze. You could feel your cheeks start to hurt with the smile that graced your face as your daughter barreled towards you and engulfed you in the largest hug she could muster, flinging her little body into your arms. You were about to ask her how her day was when you felt another little one practically tackle your legs in a hug. Big blue eyes looked up at you, eyes that unmistakably belonged to the tall drink of water standing next to you.

You were introduced to Becca, who was no doubt Mr. Barnes’ daughter, and how she and Avery were new best friends and they had a great day together. As the two girls continued chattering with yo about their day you managed to sneak a look at the incoming notification on your watch. You knew it was getting close to dinner with your parents and you’d have to leave soon to prepare for it. Mr. Barnes must have caught what you were doing because he announced it was time for the girls to go. Your heart both grew and broke a little when the girls hugged each other, neither one wanting to leave. Your eyebrow quirked at their friendship, an amused look on your face as you met the twin oceanic pools of Mr. Barnes.

He looked like he was going to say something when an annoying, and obviously fake, breathy voice called out “James….”

You took in the newcomer. Her bottle blond hair that needed to be toned and her low cut shirt that was extremely inappropriate to be wearing to an elementary school. You could practically taste the acidity of the little green monster that was spawning in your brain. Who the fuck is this woman?

Mr. Barnes looked almost sheepish as you made the girls say goodbye and reminded them that they would see each other tomorrow, giving a short nod in Mr. Barnes’ direction. When you and Avery made it back to the car she was telling you and Sam all about her new best friend and how they were going to hang out and play mermaids and princesses. Her little ramblings made you feel like maybe first grade wouldn’t be so bad…especially if you got the opportunity to see James Barnes every day.

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luwritesomething · 1 year

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since you wrote xmas how about halloween with Mickey pls?

Mickey Altieri Heacanons: Halloween.

Warnings: Maybe there's swearing?? It's me, so...

Edited?: Like always, no.

Reader's pronouns: Not stated, gender neautral.

Summary: Halloween with Mickey Altieri

Author's note: HIIII thank you for requesting <3 i decided to do these in form of headcanons since i had a brain rot and couldn't think of anything to write as a story. hope you like them!!

criticism, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! requests are open, especially for scream! hit that anon button and tell me your ideas.

in the scream fandom, i write for billy loomis, stu macher, mickey altieri, chad martin-meeks, mindy martin-meeks, tara carpenter, anika kayoko, laura crane

you bet mickey celebrates halloween like it’s bigger than christmas

it’s not that he doesn’t like christmas, he actually likes that one

but halloween is so underrated and dumbed down, in his opinion

he’s organizing a marathon of scary movies/movies that have anything to do with halloween for you too

even special episodes from tv shows he rarely ever watches,,,

MATCHING COSTUMES

not like a couples costume, MATCHING.

listen,,, this man would be down for having his costume match with yours in some way

even if it's different costumes from different movies, something like you wearing something red and him wearing the exact same thing

does that make sense????

oh and if you don't like dressing up, you bet this man is going to try and convince you to dress up with him

"just for me, this once? pleeease. it'll be fun!"

the scarier the merries, as he says.

you bet he’s volunteering for haunted house or corn maces or whatever implies being around people during the halloween time, especially if it’s with little kids

(i headcanon him as someone who does like little kids lol)

he’s so good with telling scary stories, the type you hear in camps or from older brothers that just want to freak you out

get ready for jumpscares, because he’s not stopping until christmas

he doesn’t like carving pumpkins, in fact, he hates it

it’s the smell, for him…

mickey is also rereading every single stephen king book he can get his hands on

halloween is a longer period for him, also… it starts the first day of october and ends in december first. the halloween night is just the top of it

every week, it’s a theme for the movies. like, week one it’s zombies, week two is vampires, week three ghosts, week four slashers… mickey is very organized with this.

scooby doo. that’s it, that’s the headcanon.

probably attends every dressing up party he can, and he’s dragging you with him.

“we’ll have a great time, babe!”

actually, him saying "it'll be fun!" is a constant when it's halloween

don't be fooled, it's always a constant with him.

lectures people about the slasher genre

LIKE FULL HOURS OF LECTURES about how the slasher genre is amazing and groundbreaking and even though now it's kind of considered boring, it's actually really important because---

please save whoever he's lecturing because he's not moving on from the topic and whoever he has cornered isn't escaping unless you drag mickey away

BEAMS when in film class they start talking about horror movies because of halloween

decorates his dorm with all kinds of halloween ornaments — fake webs, skeletons, bats, fake blood, you name it.

the fake blood.

the motherfucking fake blood.

mickey will casually go to class with fake blood in his clothes and just smiles when anyone asks him.

he can’t bake shit, but if you can, get ready to be annoyed with your baking having to be decorated with halloween colors or things.

he can get annoying, but we love his enthusiasm for halloween

one day he’ll probably make a short movie during halloween, the type with very corny dialogue and shiny blood, the type that it's rather cringy and embarassing, but a good memory still

i feel like he would be surprised that not many people actually find halloween fun outside the drinking and partying

i mean not surprised,,, but why isn't anyone else appreaciting it??

as a person who loves halloween, i might be projecting.

mickey would be so fun to be around with, though. he's like a kid in christmas

or a kid in halloween lol

but like, more excited

you BET he'd like to have a house in a nice neighborhood and keep lots of candy for the kids trick or treating

he wants to have kids and go trick or treating with them

well, that escalated quickly.

no kids for now

just having fun watching movies and being dumb during the best time of the year !!!

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klm-zoflorr · 1 year

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Aot incorrect quotes part uhhhhh idk seven or something

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Sasha: Yeah, so they wanted to put me in the beginners' class with the little kids

Niccolo: So what's the issue?

Sasha: I don't want to be around a bunch of 5 years old! They can be so cruel when they sense weakness

Connie: That's why on the first day you have to beat up the biggest one in the yard. Assert dominance, you know.

Niccolo: Jesus Connie that's juvie rules not cooking class rules

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Yelena: We’re in constant need for a new microwave because Commander Hange keeps exploding stuff in ours.

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Pieck: I mean, come on, it's all fine. Let's just hug it out. Come on! Hug it out!

*The Warriors struggle into a group hug*

Porco: *patting himself out* Who took my wallet?

Gabi: Oh! ...Sorry.

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Commander Magath, talking to general Calvi: I just don't think fries for lunch really fits the "health conscious" image we're trying to sell

Gabi, following them: *in between two coughs* Cowards

Commander Magath: Excuse me?!

Gabi: What's not clicking?

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Zeke: Grandfather... Am I ugly?

Mr. Yaeger: What nonsense! I'm looking at you right now, you're the most beautiful little man in the world!

Grisha: Father, am I ugly?

Mr. Yaeger, not even looking up from his newspaper: Very much

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Pieck: You know, studies show that the brain does some of it's best work when it's not trying. That's why great ideas come in the shower.

Zeke: Mh. For me, it's usually you who c-

Porco: Don't finish that sentence.

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Historia: When you said "I'll show you some magic in the bedroom", I'm gonna be honest, I wasn't expecting that kinda...

Eren: *pulls out an ace of spades from his deck* Now, was that your card?!

Historia: Holy shit

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Zeke: *taking a swig out of his flask then holding it out to Pieck* You want some of this?

Pieck: Sure why not *takes a swig*

Pieck:

Pieck: Is this soup

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Gabi: I'm the type of person that likes to think things through.

Udo: I once saw you try to eat a marshmallow that was still on fire

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Falco: Hey Gabi. Pssst Gabi.

Gabi: What?

Falco: Hi!

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Reiner (about Eren): We can't kill him!

Mikasa: Not with that attitude we can't

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Marcel: So, how are you two doing?

Annie: I think I accidentally stole a dog

Porco: I'm not doing too well, I have this headache that comes and goes, super annoying.

*Reiner enters the room*

Porco: Oh look, there it is again

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Reiner: I'm so useless

Porco: No you're not! Look, at least you'll always be able to be used as a bad example!

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Mikasa: You shouldn't be using a straw

Hange: I know, it's bad for the environnment or whatever

Mikasa: No, it's just a weird way to eat spaghetti!

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Hange: I’m gonna need a human skull and I can't have you ask any questions why.

Mikasa: Only if you also don't ask why

Mikasa: *Pulls out 7 pristine human skulls* Take your pick.

Hange:

Mikasa:

Hange: This one is fine

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Hange: I've got a riddle for you. What's got four legs and isn't alive?

Mikasa: Nice try, but I know this one. It's a chair.

Hange: *holding dead dog* Not this time!

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Historia: Have you ever gotten checked for any, you know... weirdness?

Hange: ...Where would I go for that?

Historia: There has to be a doctor that specializes in that!

Hange: In "weirdness"?

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Commander Magath, answering the phone: Hello?

Kidnappers: We have your son

Commander Magath: I don't have a son

Kidnappers: Oh, then who's the little kid who asked us to cut the crust off his sandwich and for a glass of chocolate milk?

Commander Magath, covering the phone: Oh my god, they have Falco

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Eren on top of his founding titan: I SEE NO GOD UP THERE...

Eren: ...OTHER THAN ME!

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Armin: Annie, how did you find me?

Annie: I just saw a giant explosion and wondered "who else could that be?"

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Pieck: Zeke is playing hard to get.

Pieck: Little does he know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

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Zeke: "wHy diD yOu cOmMit mUrdEr" I'm an extrovert, next question

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Historia: My toxic trait is how badly I want to domesticate a raccoon

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Historia: Sasha, are you crying??

Sasha: No, I'm just having an allergic reaction!

Historia: To what?

Sasha: To life!

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Mikasa: How is the most beautiful person in the world doing?

Eren: I don't know, how are you?

Zeke, across the room: I'M DOING GREAT!

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Reiner: Would you slap your brother for 100 bucks?

Zeke: I'd slap Eren for looking at me wrong

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Eren: THE FLOOR IS LAVA!

Mikasa: *Helps Armin into the counter*

Sasha: *Pushes Connie off the sofa*

Historia, hanging from the ceilling light: Two types of friends

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Gabi: I came as soon as I heard! Is it true you're terribly ill?

Commander Magath, laying in bed with a scarf around his neck: You sound so hopeful

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Historia: Just... Be yourself!

Mikasa: Be myself? Krista, I have one day to win Eren over before he goes on that mission. How long did it take before you guys even started liking me?

Jean: Couple weeks

Armin: Six months, and I'm still scared of you when you raise your voice a bit too much.

Ymir: Jury's still out

Mikasa: "Be myself" What kind of garbage advice is that!

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Connie: I'm out tonight.

Jean: Oh yeah? Gonna go on a date? Get some hoes?

Connie: You know I'm not like that!

Jean: My bad

Jean: Wait are you asexual I didn't know this

Connie: No. Just lame and bitchless.

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Hange: Do you guys ever have a civilized conversation that doesn't require insulting each other every time you get the chance?

Eren: No

Jean: No

Hange: Yeah. Didn't think so.

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Zeke, to Eren: I'd sell you to Satan for one corn chip, but if you ever want me to commit war crimes for you? Don't even need to ask

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Gabi, sing-songing: I am looking for trouble and if I do not find it I will create it!

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Reiner: me: going 100 mph (mistakes per hour)

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Zeke: You need my help?

Reiner: Well, I would not phrase it like that.

Zeke: Well, if you want my help, you better phrase it exactly like that.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Armin: Jean, can I talk to you for a second?

Jean: Yeah, what's up? Oh, let me guess. You and Annie are having problems and you want me to teach you how to kiss?

Armin: What? No, stop that. I know how to kiss. I've read books.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Sasha: Here's a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.

Mikasa: Sasha no.

Gabi: Call it mistlefoe!

Reiner: Please stop encouraging her.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

*Mikasa's helping Jean out after he got injured, while the others are watching*

Reiner, walking in: How does Jean look?

Annie, looking between the both of them: A little better than you, actually

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Pieck: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Hange: I'm so tired of this life. I want to be a roomba. I want knives taped to me. I want to be set loose.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Onyankopon: *gets down on one knee*

Yelena: Oh my god, it's finally happening.

Onyankopon: *falls over*

Yelena: The poison is kicking in!

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Historia: But what about Eren?!

Armin: Don't worry about him.

Armin: I once watched him fall down 5 flights of stairs, stand up, and keep eating his hotdog like nothing happened.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Hange: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside

Erwin:

Erwin: Hange, I swear, if I step outside and all of my mugs are on the front lawn...

Hange: *Sips tea from bowl*

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Zeke: The Warhammer is a very powerful titan. You'll be messing with some forces we don't fully understand.

Eren: Sounds like a dare to me!

Zeke: Oh my god

Zeke: How did you survive that long on your own?!

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Zeke: *walks into an art museum*

Zeke: Hello, I am here to donate myself.

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Gabi: Can I say something that will probably annoy you?

Reiner: Since when do you ask for permission?

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Annie: Today is a day of running through hurdles.

Hitch: Aren’t you supposed to jump OVER hurdles?

Annie: Whatever. Fear is only something to be afraid of if you let it scare you.

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Annie: You can’t expect me to stab somebody on an empty stomach.

Armin: I’d prefer you didn’t stab anyone at all.

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Hitch: If Armin and I were drowning, who would you save?

Annie: You two can't swim?

Armin: It's a hypothetical question, Annie! Who would you save?

Annie: My time and effort.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

*Armin and Hitch are standing in the rain*

Hitch: *banging on the door* Annie, open up!!

Annie: Well, it all started when I was very young...

Hitch: No, I meant-

Armin: Let her finish

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Annie: Armin and I don't use pet names, that's ridiculous.

Mikasa: I see. Hey, what do bees make?

Annie: Honey?

Armin: Yes, sweetheart?

Annie:

Mikasa: Don't lie to my face ever again

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Annie: Are you thinking what I’m thinking?

Hitch: I will bet every penny I own that I'm not.

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*At a restaurant*

Reiner: You guys should try the orange soda, it's amazing

Porco: Okay

Marcel: Sounds neat

Waiter: And for the drinks, what can I get you?

Reiner: Orange soda, please!

Marcel: I'll have the strawberry juice.

Porco: Me too, strawberry juice as well.

Reiner:

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Erwin: Living well is the best revenge.

Hange: Yeah, but obviously I'm not gonna do that. What's the second best. Cutting their brakes, right?

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Kidnappers: We have your girlfriend

Armin: You have Annie?

Kidnappers : Yeah. We want ten tho-

Armin: Good luck with that. *Hangs up*

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Eren: I don't think the therapist is supposed to say "wow" that many times during their first session with a client, but here we are

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Eren: Ymir said I only have 4 days left to live.

Historia: You're sick?!?!

Eren: No, she just doesn't like me.

Ymir, shouting: I'll fuck you up on Tuesday!

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Jean: *Pointing at strange, non-identified liquid* Is that gasoline?

Sasha: I'm pretty sure that's just water

Eren, lighting a match: Well, only one way to find out

Eren: *Throws the match. The gasoline ignites*

Armin: *Screams*

Jean: THERE WERE MORE WAYS TO TELL!!

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Levi: Kenny, my old arch enemy!

Zeke: Hey, I thought I was your arch enemy??

Levi: I have a life outside of you, Zeke

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Reiner: I know you snuck out last night, Gabi

Pieck, muttering: Play dumb!

Gabi: Who's Gabi?

Pieck: Not that dumb!!

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Reiner: I'm a bit of a rebel, too, you know. Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container

Pieck: The cow???

Gabi: What?

Reiner: Pieck, WHY?!

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Pieck, consoling Annie: Things are going to be difficult. But you-

Reiner: *from behind the door* -are going to be difficulter

Marcel: *also from behind the door* That's the spirit!! Be a problem to your problems! Mark your territory!

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*Levi shatters a window and climbs through it*

Levi, turning around and helping Mikasa through it: Breaking and entering is wrong Mikasa.

Mikasa: ...Okay

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Sasha, rolling down the car window: What seems to be the problem, officer?

Levi: Get the FUCK out of my car

Sasha: Okay, okay. Jee.

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Ymir: Where are you all really from?

Reiner: Liberio

Ymir: I'm sorry

Bertholt, a little louder: He said Liberio

Ymir: No, I heard. I'm just sorry.

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Zeke: You have a face that only a mother could love.

Levi: Yes. Your mother, in fact.

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Annie, sent to assassinate Hange: *creeping behind them, knife in hand*

Hange, loudly: I hope no one is about to attack me from behind because I'm thinking about baking pastries later.

Annie:

Annie: What kind?

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Porco, sitting on a balcony: *sneezes*

Gabi, crawling on the roof: Bless you

Porco: God?!

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Hange, to Zeke: Goodnight. Sleep tight. Don't let the fact that you're a terrible person keep you up tonight <3

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Historia: Don’t wish ill upon strangers.

Eren: Great advice but remember if someone has slighted you they are no longer a stranger but an enemy hope this helps

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Pieck: *Banging a pen on the table out of frustration*

Zeke: Stop that! How would you feel if I banged you on the side of the table?

Pieck: I- I don’t know the correct answer to that question…

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Falco: What if I pour coffee in my cereal instead of milk?

Colt, taking the coffee pot as he walks by: What if you don't.

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Colt: Do you think Reiner has been doing okay lately?

Reiner, running after a garbage truck: COME BACK! YOU FORGOT ME!

Porco: Yeah he seems pretty normal.

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Mikasa: Armin, your magazine arrived! And Eren, I organized all your mail into three categories: "From your brother," "Death threats," and "Death threats from your brother."

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Commander Magath: Ackerman! A word, please. Gabi tried to steal one of those Thunder Spears.

Levi: So?

Commander Magath: She was caught doing something she shouldn't have and should be reprimanded by someone she admires, say, you.

Levi: What?! This is unacceptable!

Commander Magath: I know, right?

Levi: Criminal even!

Gabi: Oh come on...

Levi: Who taught you how to sneak around?! Ah, if it had been me you would never have been caught! Come on now, three rounds around the castle, that'll teach you to be a bad thief you little brat!

Commander Magath: NOT what I meant-

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Zeke: Look. I know that from the outside it seems like I have everything together.

Tom Xaver: No, not really.

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Tom Xaver: Heads up, if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this.

Zeke: What did you do M. Xaver?

Tom Xaver: A MISTAKE

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Zeke: You're my best friend and like a father to me, I would do anything for you.

Tom Xaver: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Zeke: Absolutely not.

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Zeke, to Tom Xaver: Come on, you know I've never been one to half-ass shenanigans

Tom Xaver: We're talking about betraying our country and possible genocide here.

Zeke: Shenanigans.

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Ymir: Wanna play 21 questions??

Historia: Sure, I'll start. What's your favorite color?

Ymir: Triangle. Do you like girls?

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Mikasa, after Eren did something stupid again: I'm too tired to slap you for that today. Just bash your face into my palm really hard.

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Eren, at Liberio: You came?

Mikasa: You called.

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Pieck: You came?

Porco: ...That's what she said

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Reiner: You came?!

Gabi: You called.

Reiner: I didn't fucking call you. YOU eavesdropped on a PRIVATE conversation and decided it was YOUR BUSINESS to come here and bother all of us!

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~~~the beginninge of it all~~~

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eccentric-nucleus · 1 month

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covid stuff

the last several years have really done a number on my emotional wellbeing. like i would have already said on the whole i tend to be a fairly unhappy person but it's definitely gotten substantially worse with covid. basically every time i go out there are these waves of sadness and anger that just kinda wash over me continually. it's not great.

i don't really like being around people. when i was a kid i got yelled at a lot for, like, not wanting to go to the babysitter's, not wanting to spend time around other people, not really wanting to be in any kind of position where i could be observed by other people. there was a lot of, you know, "listen everybody has to deal with other people sometimes, and part of existing in society is not making things an enormous hassle for other people". yeah yeah plenty of stuff makes you miserable but it is genuinely not the responsibility of other people to restructure their whole lives around whatever upsets you; sometimes you have to just suck it up and deal for the overall good of, like, society. sure. it feels like i am constantly tolerating a lot of things for the good of society

and then covid hits, and it becomes clear that nobody really meant that, not really. i learned the lesson wrong and thought the point was 'for the good of society' and not 'people should never be expected to restructure their lives'. oh, right, it was always about normality all along. if keeping things normal requires hassling some introverted kid, then we gotta hassle that kid. if keeping things normal requires millions dying and who-know how many getting serious, still-unknown long-term medical issues from a plague, well, that's just a cost we'll have to pay. i'm kind of furious every single time i go into a building and i see nobody wearing masks. it's the smallest fucking thing but this vast confluence of habit and pressure means that oh i guess even that was too much to ask.

like a little personal information, i guess: literally every single time i have gone outside in the past four years i have been wearing a mask. it's been annoying! i got pressure bruises on my nose several times! i'm really lucky i don't actually have some job that requires me to interact with people for 8 hours of the day, b/c then i'd have to have figured out something that doesn't wear away at the flesh of my nose longterm. wearing a mask kinda sucks, actually. it's still such a small fucking thing to do and it has such a well-documented impact on transmission rates

it's not like covid went away! covid is going to be around for the rest of human history! waves will come and waves will go, and it's still mutating furiously, & all we can really hope for at this point is that at some point, uh, probably in the next hundred years, it spreads to a form that doesn't give people organ damage. another huge scientific breakthrough that manages to kill off the common cold would be okay too, i guess.

just... seeing all of society go laser-focused on pretending things are fine and nobody needs to go out of their way to mitigate risk or accomodate other people just seems deeply and utterly grotesque. a profound and utter abandonment of any sense of morals or ethics, just to keep things Normal.

so yeah covid on the whole has made me a much more unhappy person. i go through this whole train of thought basically every single time i step outside, which is probably unhealthy. but that's how it is

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tragicromanceisland · 1 year

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What Happens in Wonderland, Remains

Character x female reader

Chapter Four

“Uncle Leona!!”

Leona grumbled under his breath; this was – what seemed to be the 27th time – in one day that his nephew sought him out.

“Uncle Leona, wait!!” Cheka called out.

Leona halted abruptly as his kid nephew ran into him.

“What is it this time, kid? I’m busy.” He retorted.

Cheka huffed out as he straightened himself and stood in front of his uncle. He wasn’t near as tall as his uncle yet, but he was gaining some height! Leona narrowed his eyes.

“What’s the matter you’re dad ain’t got time for ya or something?”

“Who is this?” Cheka asked as he showed Leona a picture of you hanging over a smug looking Leona.

Leona’s eyes widened as he placed a gloved hand to his forehead. His heart was racing at a mere image of you. His tail flicked as he grabbed the photo out of Cheka’s hand.

“Where’d ya get this?” He snarled.

Cheka furrowed his brows. “Answer my question first! Then I’ll tell you.”

Leona huffed irritated; he wasn’t in the mood to play games.

“Whatever, it’s none of your business.” He stormed off.

Cheka frowned. He just wanted to know because he had seen his uncle look at that same photo for years. He always seemed so sad when he looked at it. He figured the lady in the picture must have been someone important. He just wanted his uncle to be happy. Little did Cheka know that his father Farena had seen the whole thing.

Farena sighed as his eyes fell to the floor. If there was one thing, he hated more than Leona being so hard on himself it was seeing his brother unhappy without the one person he cared about most by his side. He knew he was lucky; he had his wife and his son. His life was good, though it wasn’t without its struggles. Farena had tried for years now to try and get Leona to date other people at least see if he could find someone he could be compatible with. Yet it always came back to her, and Leona always left, not wanting to waste his energy arguing about the subject.

Leona shouldn’t have visited today; it was the same thing every time. His car was shut off in the garage of his house. He stared at the photo his nephew found. His thumb brushed over your image. He bumped his head back against the headrest of his seat and closed his eyes.

Would you be proud of me? Or would you be disappointed in me like my family? I can’t help but wonder about the kind of life we could have if you return and accept my proposal. Or maybe… you’ve moved on. It’s been five years. Not a day has gone by that I haven’t thought of you and wondered how you’re doing.

…(y/n).

I still love you, so when will you return to me? When are you going to show up and apologize for keepin’ me waitin’ for so damn long?

He blinked open his emerald eyes and sighed. He was too tired for anything else today. He needed a nap. He exited his car and walked into the house through the garage. His house was messy, but thankfully, he had Ruggie to help him keep it clean every other day he would come over to check on him. He was annoying, but at least he helped him. Jack occasionally showed up, too. He wondered if they were worried about him. He brushed it off. The only thing that mattered was being able to see you again. He was going to make it happen eventually.

He pulled off his clothes and tossed them on the floor wherever. His bedroom floor is littered with clothing. He walked into his bathroom and filled up the bathtub. Sinking into the comfortably warm water, he exhaled. His mind wandered to one of his favorite memories he had with you.

“Are you sure?”

“If I wasn’t I wouldn’t be standin’ here telling ya it was okay.” He retorted as he began to remove his clothing.

Leona was the first one you told your secret to. He knew you were a woman, and this was the first time you were exposing this to him. He had only found out by the unfortunate timing of your menstrual cycle. You happened to be sitting beside him, and you could see his nose scrunching up. Then he turned over to you and began sniffing close to your side until he immediately withdrew from you. His ears flattened against his head as his tail began to flick. You were mortified. Leona kept his distance for a day after that, and then he confronted you with a smug smile in the hallway, saying he knew you weren’t really a male.

You slowly stripped down, embarrassed. Leona was using all his willpower to not watch as you undressed to your undergarments. He stripped first and emerged into the water. A few seconds later, you joined him in the pool, and Leona faced you.

“Since it’s just the two of us… how about we have some fun?”

The smug look on his face made your cheeks warm. “You mean…?”

“If I kissed you, would you be okay with it?”

It had been a while since you dated someone. Your relationship in high school ended with your boyfriend cheating on you. So you had remained single for a while, and now that you were at Night Raven College, maybe you could have a loyal boyfriend. Leona was only a foot away from you, his heart pounding.

“I’m…okay with it.”

Leona didn’t waste time closing the distance. Ever since he found out, he had been replaying a first kiss with you in his mind at least twenty times or more a day, and now, finally, he had a good opportunity to do so.

“Are you sure?”

He didn’t want to feel like he was pressuring you into it.

You nodded. “I would like to kiss you too.”

He arched a brow. He was pleasantly surprised you felt the same. He reached out water dripping from his hand and arm as he placed his palm on the side of your neck as his eyes fell to your lips. You leaned in closer and closed your eyes. His lips pressed against yours as his eyes closed. When he pulled away just enough to study your reaction. Your eyes fluttered open, and you met his darkened, lustful gaze. You felt a pull as you pressed your lips back against his. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he pushed you up against the side of the pool. His canines poked into your lower lip as your lips continued to touch repeatedly.

Leona snapped out of the memory and lowered his eyes to the water that filled the tub. He was miserable without you. He couldn’t even look at other women the same way. Besides, it’s not like he wanted to look at other women anyway. He sighed his brother, and his wife would only keep nagging at him about finding someone else. He was tired of hearing it. Maybe he would try finding someone else…maybe.

#twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #leona x female reader #cheka kingscholar #farena kingscholar

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jemstone55 · 1 year

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Small idea/thought of a avatar various x fem!reader

I'm just writing out whatever story i just thought of, don't judge me :")

(first time using tumblr posting something so i am not sure if i did this right tbh)

Atwow various × Kanao Tsuyuri!reader

Y/n lived in a very poor place and had been abused when she was very young. After being beaten,starved and miserable almost everyday,one day she broke psychologically and became an empty shell.

One day,she was eventually sold off into slavery but got saved by two sisters who are scientists. The sisters adopted and raised y/n as their sister. The younger of the two sisters named Shinobu Kocho was reluctant to adopt y/n at first but warm up to y/n and took care of y/n with her older sister. The older sister ,Kanae Kocho, gave y/n a coin and instructed y/n to flip the coin if she needs help making a decision.

As a few years went by, the kocho sisters were given the chance to go to Pandora as a part of the good scientist there. They brought y/n along to Pandora as they couldn't leave y/n behind and wanted y/n to also have a better life in Pandora. (Set two years before the twow)

When the three sisters got there,they were amazed with the sceneries of the planet. Kanao went out exploring one day and was just looking around, distracted by the life in Pandora,she didn't notice four pairs of eyes on her.

All of them being entranced by her beauty. The smallest of them all accidentally step on a twig and cause the human to turn around quickly in surprised. All four beings starts to panicked looking at the human while y/n just stares at them in a calm posture but have sweat dropping and feel alert.

The four pairs of eyes being Spider,Lo'ak,Kiri and Tuk.

They slowly come out of their hiding spot and all of them just have their eyes looking into y/n eyes. After a while of having a mini staring contest,the reader ran away quickly. The four quickly ran to y/n catching up to her. Then they talk cautiously to y/n,then y/n just flips her coin when they asked her some questions. Sometimes she just smiles and didn't answer the question,sometimes she answers them but in short sentences. This makes them all even more interested and curious about this human girl. All four of the strangers likes y/n's voice and wants to hear more so they ask y/n lots of question. At the end,after getting to know each other more,the three teens sorta have small unnoticeable crush on y/n while Tuk really likes y/n as a mysterious friend. They talked until dark and went back their respective home.

The Sully kids all talked about y/n to their brother, Neteyam, and their parents. They met y/n and likes her but is kinda weirded out by her using the coin making decisions. Wonders why she does it but doesn't ask since it's not really their business.

Neteyam,like his siblings, is mesmerized by y/n's beauty. Never thought a human could look this pretty-

Does feel a little envy that his siblings and friend got to know y/n first.

Neytiri was cautious and doesn't really like Y/n at first but starts to like and accept her seeing how y/n helps healing and protecting her kids(especially Lo'ak) when they go out doing something reckless and also because of how y/n isn't annoying or pretending to be one of them like a certain someone she dislikes *ahem* spider *ahem hem*

Like her children,she also likes y/n's voice and would make an effort to get to know y/n and sometimes would talk to y/n.

Jake just thinks of y/n as another daughter and would know his children is infatuated with the human girl.(Neytiri knows as well)

Y/n is always called by the Sully's kids +spider to hang out in their place or the kids use the excuse of showing y/n around to actually hang out with y/n

Y/n starts to help around the clan as she doesn't wants to be a burden when she's going around in their territory.

The clan accepted y/n as their own because of how the human helps around a lot and is really nice even tho she is mysterious and a bit weird in their opinion.

When the forest was burning,the kocho sisters sacrifice themselves for y/n to escape safely.

Y/n then also fights the humans with the na'vi as her sisters wish for her to help and protect the place and its people. Y/n became slightly colder but the Sullys are there for her and it kinda makes them a bit worried when y/n doesn't cry for her sisters death. She finally told them her backstory and how her brothers got killed just for crying,making the Sullys,the clan and others feeling sorry and protective of her and even more angry towards the sky people.(i really want someone to write their reactions towards characters backstory)

Y/n kinda just get adopted by the Sully family.

Jake decides to bring y/n along with them to the metkayina clan because she also got caught by Miles Quaritch with the others and he is worried that y/n is also gonna be targeted.

At the metkayina clan,ofc the clan members were angry,scared and wary of y/n's presence. The Sullys held a protective stance in front of y/n, Kiri hold y/n's hand to soothe y/n(or herself). But they didn't really need to, with the way of how y/n is,being calm and quiet,made the members intrigued by her. Her smile is so pretty that the members let some of their guard down. Ao'nung and Rotxo couldn't really make any remarks about y/n as they were mesmerising her beauty. Tsireya couldn't help but stare at the pretty human girl as well, intrigued and in awe.

Ronal harshly criticized y/n but stopped when y/n never say anything and have some thoughts that maybe this "demon" isn't quite bad.

After being accepted into the clan,the reader tried her best to learn the metkayina ways. She impressed almost everyone with how she learns fast and really well. Tsireya always wants to hang out with y/n to get to know each other.

Rotxo and y/n starts to have a pleasant friendship.

Ao'nung and his friends tried to taunt y/n but she just smiles and say nothing,making Ao'nung and his friends a bit frustrated. But Ao'nung can't help but wants to get closer to her,since he's not good with feelings and wants to keep his reputation infront of his friends,he just bullies y/n for being a "demon" and also taunts her about her coin.

The Sully kids gets really protective of y/n when they see Ao'nung and his gang trying to bully her.

One day,Ao'nung just gets really frustrated with y/n that he just threw her coin into the water. Y/n just panicked and franticly gets into the water to find her coin. Ao'nung and his gang was just surprised to see her like that since she's always in a calm posture. They did laughed at y/n but starts to worry as she didn't come back up for a while. The Sully kids,Rotxo and Tsireya saw the entire thing and did quickly ran to the scene but was too late when y/n rush into the water.

Y/n was so focused on finding her coin that she forgot her breathing lessons and just starts to drown without much care tbh, she's just thinks about the coin,the coin is the last thing she got from her late sister,it made her thought of how she lost the coin like she lost Kanae and Shinobu again.

Ao'nung quickly rush to save y/n while the Sully kids,Rotxo,Tsireya also dived into the water wanting to save y/n while Ao'nung's friends all waited for them to come out.

Ao'nung did saved y/n,but she was unconscious,everyone grew even more concern and scared.While rushing to Ronal to get y/n treated, the Sully kids and Tsireya all scolded Ao'nung and Rotxo just wanting to bring y/n quickly to the Tsahik.

The adults(Tonowari,Ronal, Neytiri and Jake) asked what happened. After telling them everything, Ronal and Tonowari just gets angry at Ao'nung and scolded him then make him apologize to the Sullys and especially y/n after she wakes up.

The metkayina na'vi then asked about the coin,then the Sullys just explained about it and told them y/n's backstory.

Ao'nung and his friends felt even more terrible after hearing what y/n had gone through as a child and now the metkayina clan knows why y/n is like this. This make the metkayina leaders have a sorta soft spot for the girl. They and the clan does accept her as a good sky person and also fully part of their clan.

Ao'nung changed and starts being nicer to y/n after the event. Developing a nice friendship. This made the Sully kids a bit jealous like prince fish lips was a big bully and now he's just being nice like all of a sudden stealing their best friend.

They were also jealous when the metkayina people starts to hang out with y/n more,making them spending less time together. But they feel less jealous when y/n always says they'll never be replace by these people.

Now the sully kids and the metkayina kids starts to have a competition of stealing y/n's attention wherever or whenever they can.

Now i feel embarrassed

I wrote too much lol

Once i start writing,i couldn't stop

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shurisneakers · 2 years

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What do you think Bucky would do/think when miss villain gets hit on but doesn’t realize it.

Bucky's glaring before he even realises.

Though, to be fair, he's always glaring so it doesn't always register when he does. System default.

You're talking excitedly on a panel, mic threatening to fly away with the way you gesture around wildly.

It's the first you'd been invited to and Bucky didn't think twice before clearing out his schedule to come to watch. EvilCon was only one day a year but he'd put it on his digital calendar, a reminder on his phone, circled it on the common room calendar. And written it with Sharpie on his metal arm. Just in case.

And here he was, pride in his chest and an extremely large, cartoonish moustache on his face. That and the giant googly sunglasses he has on-- courtesy of your online purchases to his house, obviously-- leaves him out of harm's way for the time being. Or they all knew who he was but they were ignoring it completely.

They probably wouldn't by the way he was about to flip a chair, but that was a bridge he'd explode when he came to it.

He's so proud though. Records you the same way a dad would at a kid's talent show, camera shaky and his own commentary in the background.

"The guy was flirting with you," he states the second you're in the car, heading out for dinner he's insisted on because being on a super evil panel something to celebrate, damn it.

You're basically buzzing out of your seat in excitement even though it was nearly four hours later.

"What guy? The security guard?"

"The guard flirted with you?"

"Oh, sorry, were you talking about the guy from the food court?"

Bucky's eyebrows pull together. "There was a guy in the food court?"

Right. You clear your throat, decided the hole you dug yourself was big enough so you just ask him straight up.

"The moderator," he replies.

"The moderator?"

"Yeah, Bargain Basement Riddler." Bucky nearly rolls his eyes at the thought of the outlandish green garment he wore. "Whole time-- swear to Christ, he was trying so hard."

"I literally didn't even notice," you muse.

"I know."

"You're pissed at him for flirting." You grin, wide and smug.

"I'm not pissed at him for flirting with you. I wouldn't be able to help myself either," Bucky replies absentmindedly. "I'm pissed because he was doing it all wrong."

"Oh?" you ask, eyebrow quirking in amusement.

"Yeah, it was painful," he grumbles. "Like, he kept bringing up taking you in his stupid rocket to blow up a star when you literally said you like submarines better."

"I do think the lil' fucked up creatures down there are fascinating."

"I know," Bucky emphasizes, audibly annoyed. "And that whole thing with testing your inventions out with you. Like you didn't say five minutes ago it was something personal to you."

Your lips purse, impressed. "You were listening way more than I thought you would."

"Of course, I was," Bucky exclaims. "I wanted to throw something at him. You gave him so many ins and he just went with-- whatever."

"You're mad because you... could do it better?" You squint at him.

"Yeah." Which now that he's thinking about it, sounds completely ridiculous. It's not like that guy was the one driving you to get cake from the best diner in the district.

"Well." You blow out an exhale. "Maybe next time I'll invite you up there with me. You could give him a crash course."

"Absolutely not," he mumbles. "He's gonna have to put in the effort if he wants to try with you. If he's gonna steal you away, he can't half-ass this shit."

"He's not stealing me away."

"Not with those lines, he's not."

"Yeah, all he's gotta do is pretend like he hates me for a year and a half."

"I'm not gonna apologise for your standards being low."

You snort, reaching across the car to pick up a stray hair left over from his fake moustache. "With a trash stache like that? No one else stands a chance. Got my heart all fluttery, Barnes. A real catch."

Bucky drops it when you laugh at the sheer stupidity of this conversation, a smile growing on his face.

Dinner's nice. He tells you what he liked about the convention, even shows you the keychain he picked up for Steve and the stuffed raven on a branch for Alpine. You tell him you don't think they'll call you back after you left the stage in an explosion of smoke and lazers.

He says that was probably a fire hazard. You ask him what he thought the live flamethrower counter was then.

He narrows his eyes at you when you steal the larger slice of cake and it only deepens when you amend it by pressing a kiss to his cheek, leaving a bit of frosting there.

It's a good day.

But later at night, when you're in bed with him, half asleep and warm, it comes obnoxiously at the stroke of midnight.

"I mean, honestly, 'Let's get coffee and end the world together'? What is he, a fucking CW show?"

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #idk about this one chief. i just needed to get something out tho #missed them <3 #harmless fic #harmless mini drabbles

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creatively-cosmic · 1 month

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Hi Starry, I’m back! :D

I’m glad you like the questions and that they aren’t annoying, because every bit of lore I read is like a taking a shot of dopamine lmao. And that picture of Fire getting a hug 🥹 brightened up my whole day. Trust me when I say that you guys reposting pictures and adding content to older ones isn’t obnoxious in the slightest. The art (at least for me) makes it easier to digest and form connections about the story in my head, plus y’alls art is great—who wouldn’t want to look at it? The lore/art in the last one was particularly interesting. (Like, young Red looks like such an polite, upstanding citizen and then you scroll down two pages and now it’s like “Tf you lookin crazy for”? Was that an implication that Steven had something to do with Red going missing/becoming Glitchy? And Leaf is funking DEAD?-)

Anyways, you know what that means! Question time: Leaf Edition!

The First (and most obvious) question: What happened to Leaf? Why is the homegirl dead? (Why was Leaf being dead, out of all the things I’ve seen so far, the one thing I wasn’t expecting?)

Second: What’s the relationship between Leaf, Fire and Blue? You said that Blue and Fire’s murder-suicide loop was spurred on by her death, so were they friends before she died? Did they see it?

And two smaller questions: How tall are the main four (Red, Blue, Fire, Leaf)? And do they have Pokémon Teams? If so, what are their teams looking like?

That’s all till next time! Have a good day/afternoon/night wherever you are!

TUMBLR FUCKING CRASHED HALFWAY THROUGH ANSWERING THIS ASK IM SO MAD FUCK. FUCKKK

We honestly can't thank you enough for all your questions, compliments, and just overall being a huge sweetheart. We're really happy you've been enjoying these, and whatever dopamine you get from seeing these, we probably get like. TENFOLD, just for seeing someone so interested, and giving us a chance to talk about this wild ride of a story. So really- thank you. This has been a delight!

This one is gonna be REALLY long (I have to rewrite fucking HALF OF IT now DAMMIT), as we want to talk on the stuff you crossed out, too.

(I'll put their heights and teams in a follow-up post btw, so watch for that.)

1. Red.

Young Red is an interesting point in time. See, he and Blue had a LOT in common- a lot more than you might think. Of course, Red was a good kid, genuinely- always so caring for his Pokemon, kind and passionate about them. He was polite to the people around him, and always soft spoken, when or if he spoke at all. The adults around Kanto and his hometown always adored him for how well mannered he seemed- a real role model, and stand up child. Just a bit shy.

In all truth though, Red moreso had a very strong mask. One that he only dropped, allowing himself to relax and act like himself around one person: his best friend, Blue.

Both of those boys were a lot more immature and competitive with each other- the main difference being Blue didn't hide it like Red did. They LOVED competing, always trying to one up each other in everything they did. When they were together, Red wasn't afraid to speak his mind, signing or whispering to his friend with a smug grin on his face. Around his friend, Red could really be himself, and they both loved it. Having so much fun, roughhousing and taking jabs and just being children around each other. A lot of people, when seeing this, would assume Blue- who was always rude and a bit more standoffish- was a bad influence, but really, the two couldn't be happier than they were with each other.

... When you spend God knows how long, trapped in a dimension with no human life, desperate and angry with unholy forces eating away at your mind, will, and sanity. Let's just say masking doesn't end up staying a necessary skill. A good portion of why Red being Like That now is honestly? Just because he just gave up on trying to make himself presentable.

He has bigger problems now than worrying about how people see him, anyways.

2. Steven.

I'll try to keep this short, as the Strangled Red elements of this story could warrant it's own post entirely.

To put it simply: Steven is, in part, directly responsible for Red's fate.

It wasn't HIS decision, mind you. He barely even thinks for himself anymore. But there were things that wanted Red, and Steven is very suggestible when it takes the right approach. So it lays itself out so simply.

Red trusted Steven, after all. Idolized him. Missed him. Would follow him anywhere. What better possible option could there be?

Of course Steven is the one to drown that boy on the coast of Cinnabar.

3. Leaf. (cw for animal death.)

Finally, the star of the show for this ask (as if this isn't long enough already). I can see why the information for her is more supriding as we haven't posted as much for her, which. We do feel bad about- our ability and motivation to make art for her was severely hindered by our struggle (I'm talking MONTHS) to make a design for her that we were happy with. Her story is WELL figured out, though, so we're glos we get to discuss! And now that her design is actually finalized, there should be more visual stuff for her coming.

So what happened?

Well! As is the entire premise of Missing Numbers, each major individual is based off of various Pokepastas. The easiest way to answer that is one of two of Leaf's sources:

Abandoned Loneliness.

But first, we have to go further back.

Fire was not the only Vessel made by the Almighty.

... He was the first, and the favorite. But he wasn't the only one. Leaf was the other.

Once Fire had come to Palette town, the next Game was set to begin any time now. But as the Almighty looked down on the world, He looked back at the others that had been built, and realized that the new Kanto was missing something. An alternative option. Though He was reluctant to change the structure of the world, it was, by all means, an improvement, and something the Players would expect after the past Generations.

She was less meticulously made than her brother. She kept her Heart and Mind about her, as there wasn't time, nor was it safe, to rid her of them like Fire. She would serve well enough as a Vessel regardless- and she did, as when the Game began, Leaf was chosen as the player's Avatar. (Not quite what the Almighty had expected, but the choice had been given for a reason, so it would be foolish to change anything now...)

Blissfully unaware of the nature of her existence, Leaf proceeded to go on a triumphant adventure through Kanto.

This is a good time, before we get back to the tragedy, to answer your second question!

Leaf, Blue, and Fire's dynamic changed throughout their journey through Kanto. At the beginning, let's just say things were... Tense.

Fire acted hollow, in the beginning, as he was meant to. Genuinely, it was fully expected that he'd be chosen as the players Avatar. So without it, he was left... Quiet and cold. It seemed he didn't care for anyone- not Blue, nor his sister.

Blue, meanwhile, was NOT in a good headspace. But at this point, after about two years passed since Red's dissapearance, he'd learned to hide those feelings. The people of Palette town, including his Rivals, knew him as this bitter, irritable person, resentful towards the world for incomprehensible reasons.

Leaf was the only "normal" one, basically. A cheerful, excited girl, whose heart bled for everyone she cared about and always tried to stand for the right thing. She didn't know where she came from... She had no memories of her life before "Red" and Hazel (Fire's mother) Yuuji found her, seemingly abandoned in the tall grass just outside of Palette Town, under the falling autumn leaves. Taken in as a part of their family, she grew attracted quickly, her loyalty and love and impulsive need to protect coming to be what she was known for.

With all this given, when the journey started. Leaf HATED Blue- he seemed to despise and bully her brother more than anyone. Blue didn't like Leaf much either, but wasn't as harsh towards her as he was Fire. Fire was as... Neutral as ever. But he silently followed the two once they went out, almost as if he wanted to watch over them. Ensure their safety.

As the journey continued, over time, away from the stuffiness of their hometown, the three started to grow closer. Maybe the fresh air was doing Blue good. Maybe Leaf was learning more about the world. Maybe Fire's deep brown eyes were growing warmer.

Somehow, a death was the tipping point for all of them to finally become friends. It's absurd, how grief was the thing driving them apart, but ultimately went to bring them together.

When Blue's Raticate died, he quickly fell back to his lowest point. Angry and hateful and heartbroken, lashing out, and ultimately running away. ... But it put everything in perspective. Through all her guilt (it was in a fight against her, after all, that the Raticate had been so severely injured), Leaf suddenly understood why Blue had been so horrible before: he was mourning. And he needed someone. It didn't make her forgive him, but it made her extend a hand.

And for once, knelt over the grave of a lost Pokemon, Blue accepted it. From that act of kindness, Blue genuinely began to get along with the others, and slowly, the trio came to be friends- all the way up to and after the Championship, where despite losing again, Blue felt closer to the others than ever.

... It seems in this world, good things don't last.

The events of Abandoned Loneliness happened several months after Leaf became champion. When revisiting Raticate's grave with Blue, Leaf came across a peculiar Pokemon- a horribly sickly little Eevee, too weak to even cry. Leaf had never been the kind to leave a Pokemon in need to fend for itself- kindly, she took the little stray into her care, determined to nurse it back to health.

The properties of Glitched or Corrupted Pokemon aren't something I need to dive into right now this is already ungodly long. What's important is that the Eevee was not a natural Pokemon. It should've been dead.

It always starts with a Pokemon that should've been dead.

Let's just say... Everything unraveled from there. Fully explaining what the events of Abandoned Loneliness translates to in Missing Numbers isn't something I have the energy to write at the moment (this is so long and I've been putting off finishing it cause I'm still mad all my initial writing got deleted >_<).

The important part comes down to Leaf's demise at the hands of this "curse." Bonded to that sickly little Eevee, when the world pushed her to put it out of its misery- voices of the damned screaming, unbearable, suffocating, demanding she DO IT DO IT DO IT, you can't bear to watch it suffer anymore, after all... The destiny bond it held her in dragged her down with it.

Nobody witnessed her death. She was alone and isolated at the foot of a mountain. She thought she could solve everything herself. Thought she could handle it all.

Her body was only found days later, curled up on the ground, rotting blood seeping from her eyes, with the body of the poor little Eevee in her arms. Trapped and suffocated by the hands that killed it. It was far too late. To maje it worse, her friends were the first to know of her death.

Fire was the one who found her body, after all.

Leaf's demise was a SEVERE breaking point, and unlike Fire, she didn't get a chance to be revived by God. Her modern presence in the world was not... Authorized, let's just say. Leaf had to claw and fight to keep hold of herself and climb back to existence in ways unprecedented, and believed to be impossible. But despite being a corrupted entity, her body was stable. And so, rather than Smite her as he would other Glitches, the Almighty decided to make good of an unintended situation: He could make use of her. A man on the inside is a powerful tool, after all.

So long as He kept her anger for her fate targeted towards the "true" threats.

I could keep going but I've babbled on way too much already for this post lol. I'm so sorry about the delay on this one- life REALLY got in the way. And Tumblr's buggy ass mobile app 💀

hopefully i can elaborate more without any crashing in the next round if there is one ashfshf

#i plan to keep doing this according to questions we get so we keep posting like. Jusst based on interest #that being said i would LOVEEE to talk about the biology mechanics and nature of Glitches (bats my eyes)#it'd help put a lot more in context probably #anyways. leaf has issues #genuinely i was planning to recount the full story of how she ended up. like that but #im so tired dude tumblr fucking up really took the energy out of this response after a point #anything else you want me to explain or elaborate on u know you just gotta shoot an ask though okayyyyyy #missing numbers

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certifiedwhore4slashers · 10 months

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Can I get, if your request are open, The Party x male reader

But the group are all ghostface?? So I think Max and Lucas would be the callers, Will, Mike, and Eleven would be the main killers, and Dustin would be the the one to tournament the victims.

And they all see reader as someone who needs to be sheltered and protected even though he’s perfectly able to handle himself?? — sorry if it’s too specific or anything. Thanks!

YES! i love this! and no problem. thank you for requesting:)

Sheltered

pairing: ghostface!stranger things kids x male!reader

summary: your friends, or so called lovers, think you need to be sheltered when you can handle yourself just fine.

warnings: yandere(?), murder, gore, blood, knife violence, the party is delusional lol, possessiveness, toxicity, etc…

There had been a total of four murders so far. And who was the prime suspect? Eddie Munson. You didn’t know why. Because you had met him before and not at all the kind of guy who would kill.

Your friends had been off lately. They were even more protective than ever. Yes, they were all naturally protective. But more specifically your friends your age.

You had a platonic relationship with the older members as it should be, nothing more than that. But they were protective. Though your friends that were your age were a bit more protective. No, extremely protective. It was always off to you.

“No, Y/N, This isn’t safe, you shouldn’t come with, Mike said. He was lying to you about where they were going. Truth was, the killings were happening because of them.

“Oh my god, wherever you’re going is probably not safe for you either then, You groaned.”I can handle myself, Mike. Just, let me come with.”

“Mike is right, Will pipes in."Your can't come.“ Most of your friends leave, leaving you dumbfounded, but more so annoyed.

You honestly didn’t give a fuck. You’d find out where they went. And you’d join them. In whatever, unless of course it was murder or something like that.

That would be an ironic statement later.

You snuck out that night. Your Mother and Fatjer were tired so they didn’t hear you go through your window and jump down. You hear their voices and decide you could follow them. Somehow, and subtly.

You get on your bike quickly, hoping you’d be fast enough and not too late. That’s when you saw it. “Y/N is ours! Ghostface said, voice covered by a voice changer. They were stabbing the victim a few times, and harshly as far as you could see.

Though, you could recognize it from a mile away. Mike. You wanted to move or at the very least, run. But you were frozen with shock. The victim was someone who flirted with you. A girl, actually.

They were willing to do that for you? You accidentally stepped on a branch, making them turn in your direction.

There were only two of them, strangely enough. Eleven groans, taking the mask off.”Curiosity got the best of you, didn’t it?”

You slowly nod, their costumes drenched in blood. The girl was Angela. You knew her, Eleven did, as well. Making you think she was primarily the one killing Angela.

“We needed to protect you! Mike said.”Come on out.” The others come out. It indicated that they were the one making phone calls. You were naturally phased. You weren’t crazy like they were.

Only, you laughed.”I told her off so many times. She didn’t deserve to die, you know. Well, actually… she wasn’t nice. But I can Handle myself, I’ve said this a million times haven’t I?”

“But is it the truth? Lucas asks. The party came closer to you, you didn’t really know what to say. Despite the fact you could hold your own ground, a bit of protection didn’t hurt. Though, this was a bit too far.

Up until now, you weren’t aware of what they were secretly doing the past few days. “You’re not going to witness this anymore, Eleven said.”In fact… you need more.”

You blinked before realizing Eleven, using her powers, had knocked you out. And when you woke up, she was right. You were even more sheltered than ever now.

#ghostface!stranger things #au #male!reader #stranger things x male reader #lgbtq

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squirrelno2 · 14 days

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Assuming that you play Swtor... Who are your main 8 Ocs and what's your favorite class/romance?

muahahaha so you have in fact met at least one of them via my sideblog, @relevant-url-incoming, because you asked about Kit there, but I always welcome the chance to ramble/infodump/annoy the shit out of people who are following me for not-even-star-wars-adjacent things SO:

(disclaimer: this may get spoilery. it's all very out of context spoilers, but if anyone reading this cares about swtor spoilers. be warned.)

Ven is a name some people following me here will remember, specifically as a four year old Nautolan who adopts Dogma, the clone. She also, in the grand scheme of my silly little swtor nonsense, is a time traveller who grows up to fuck shit up in the distant past. As one does. She's my trooper and my Alliance Commander and my precious baby girl mary sue beloved. She's also committed a few war crimes in her youth but what is a war crime to the star wars galaxy anyway? nobody knows. it's fine.

Nalyan is her brother, newly introduced in the same fic series i allude to above, and my smuggler. He is... grumpy. and an asshole. and also overall much more likely to save an enemy than most of my ocs, but that always surprises people due to the grumpiness. I ship him very hard with Corso and Risha who I do not ship with each other, which makes for a delightful dynamic in my head. sometimes besties just have sex with the same man it's whatever.

Kitiver is my Jedi Knight whose anxiety made him fall big-time, and he is full of self-loathing and self-doubt. He's overall kind of neutral in how the game sets up morality but when I write him it's the inwardly directed anger and the way that splashes out onto others that keeps him dark, even though all he wants is to be a good person. He doesn't really believe he's capable of that, anymore. oops.

Kaojacol is my Consular who went from a kind of coldhearted closed off person to the biggest softie who just wants to be a good friend and wife and mom. She's... a good friend? to be fair to her the wife and mom thing kind of got out of control with the whole zakuul thing. Sorry Felix and also the kid I made up for them.

Exchei is my Sith Inquisitor and she's so nice, for someone who'll shock you with Force lightning if you piss her off. Her backstory is always kind of fresh in her mind, and she really really wants to reform the Empire and stop slavery. also if you give her something nice and expensive and don't betray her she'll love you forever, which is how Andronikos sold her on the whole romance thing when she still wasn't sure if she could trust him.

Ri'gastio is a fucking asshole and also my bounty hunter. He's just. He's the guy who does every mean thing and kills everyone he can kill and makes everyone pay for everything he does for them because he figures if the world screwed him over there's no point in him being nice. He might as well do the same. I want to smack him so badly.

Tavansa is my Sith Warrior, she is my pathetic wet cat lesbian who just wants Vette to love her in spite of her many murderous tendencies and the fact that she's kind of unbearable to be around. A real attack dog kind of person, if an attack dog was also always calculating how people might perceive her behaviour so she can make sure the people (Vette) she cares about see her in the best light possible.

Sarrant is my Agent and he's... very hard to explain honestly? Like he starts out super loyal and that gets burned to hell and back, and he falls for fucking Kaliyo of all people even though he likes to let people live and help them out and generally enjoys being nice, and he also will just cut a bitch for looking at him wrong - man has issues. He's made lighter choices than his sister Tavansa but he is equally fucked.

As for my favourite class and romance uhhhh... story-wise it probably is Jedi Knight because that shit is juicy, though i think in terms of juiciness Agent is also up there. But if we're talking straight-up soft spots I really like the trooper storyline. I like that I got to force Ven to solve the trolley problem like twenty times. That was great. She names her kid after Jaxo, that's how bad that hurt her.

I also really like romancing Jorgan, possibly also because of Ven, but especially for Timothy Omundson's little voice crack when you reunite with him. Like damn. how can i resist that. I haven't romanced Elara in-game yet but the version of her that lives in my head and is married to Ven and Jorgan is great. kind of terrified to find out if the actual romance lives up to that but I adore her so if it doesn't I shall simply rewrite it.

#I refuse to put this under a cut you shall all see my infodump and SUFFER #but yeah this and more is all on that sideblog I think except maybe my favourites #but thank youuuuuu i cannot express the giddiness i feel upon recieving such questions. my little fucked up children #anyway sideblogs are fun it's like i accidentally have two identities. or five really. shh #swtor #Ven (oc)#Nalyan (oc)#not gonna tag all of them because they live elsewhere but i do have ven and nalyan stuff on this blog so. tag!#still don't have an ask tag

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hongjoongscafe · 2 years

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3+1=?

Chapter: 01 {Serieslist}

|In the 3+1= four|

Pairing: widower!yoongi×widower!reader

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, single parent AU.

Summary: life has been cruel to them. Heartbroken and sad when they stumbled towards each other. Will they be able to heal their heart?

Warnings: mention of death (it will be there for the entire fic)

Word count: 2.3k+

Masterpost

*DO NOT REPOST, PLZ*

The corridors were quiet except for the whispers through the closed doors and the occasional sound of mental clinking and doors opening and closing.

You could feel your heartbeat in your chest, your breath suffocating. Your thumb nail was scratching the thumb of the other hand. Eyes unfocused as the faint sounds in your head took over your mind, blinding you to your surroundings.

"Faster!"

"Stretcher! It's an emergency, please be fast."

"It's gonna be okay!"

"Please get away!"

"Ring for Dr. Park!"

"Please, hold on for us. Think about the babies… please."

"Arrange a bag of blood!"

"I- take care of yourself and the babies for me."

"Don't say that. Hold on for us."

"I promised that I will love you till my last breath… Here I am, fulfilling it. I will always love you. Forever, my angel…"

"What is 3+1?" Your thoughts were cut short by your son's voice.

"Huh?" You cleared your throat.

"What is 3+1?" Geon-Wu repeated.

"It's four," you answered.

"I told you, Wu. You don't listen to me at all!" Your daughter, Mi-Cha, huffed.

These two little twin bundles of happiness are the only two threads holding you alive. It's been five years with them. The most enduring and rosy years of your entire life. But life can turn roads like we change clothes.

The rosy years halted a year ago.

"Whatever," Geon-Wu pouted and fiddled with his fingers in his lap.

"Mommy! He never listens to me!" Mi-Cha whined. "I told him that 3+1= four but he won't listen."

Before you could say something, you heard someone grumble under their breath. Looking around the almost empty corridor, a man sitting on the bench was looking with frowned eyebrows at your children. He looked around your age but his sour expression was enough to tell you that he was getting annoyed. He looked intimidating.

You cleared your throat and turned towards your left where your kids were sitting, "okay, enough. Be quiet. Remember, what I explained at home?"

They cutely nodded. "Yes, momma."

"Mhm, good. Now sit properly and calmly. We will talk at home," you patted their tiny heads.

The man silently sighed. He leaned back and folded his arms over his chest and closed his eyes. He had feline features and milky glass skin. He had no flaws except the dark circles, he could turn that into a trend.

It was obvious that he was there for a therapy session. Coming to a hospital for therapy was a bit of an odd setup. The clinic you usually went to was being renovated. So the two friends that owned it moved temporarily into the hospital that was owned by one of their fathers.

You hated this, coming to therapy. But it helped in an unspoken way. Talking about everything that happened a year ago and its consequences gave you headaches, and anxiety but it also helped you go to bed feeling less tangled. This untangled one knot of your mess every week.

This week, your kids were meant to be there too. They have been asking many more questions, and it was only good to take wise advice so you talked to your therapist and here you were with your kids.

"Ms. Kwog. Whenever you are ready," the middle-aged lady spoke up from her desk.

You got up and slightly bowed to her and ushered your twins with you. "Mommy?"

"Yes?"

"That cat man was scary," Mi-Cha thought she whispered.

"Yes, he was scarily looking at us. Was he a ghost? He was so white," Geon-Wu didn't even try to whisper.

"Just move you all. You guys embarrass me every time," you whisper-yelled and pushed them into the cabin. Then you looked back at the man who was staring at you with a flared nose and frowned eyebrows. You hastily bowed and went inside.

These kids make your life a step harder.

"Good evening, Dr. Park," you greeted the ever-smiling man and sat next to Mi-Cha who was in the center with your son on her right.

The room was as comfortable as ever. The walls were sunburnt with comfortable furniture. If you weren't aware of the fact that it was in the hospital, you could have mistaken it for someone's cozy living room.

Dr. Park tossed you your favorite stress ball that you used whenever you came for a session. It was exclusively for you. "Jimin. You know you can call me by my name, y/n."

"At least let me call you Dr. Park for the sessions," you smiled.

"You are never gonna listen to me," he scrunched his face.

"Well, I came this far while listening to you, Dr. Park," you both chuckled. The twins looked at both of you with wide doe eyes.

"However you feel comfortable, Ms. Kwog," he teased and turned towards the twins. "Well, hello there. Who do we have here," he asked in a childish voice and already went for the drawers that had some squishy toys that could be qualified as stress relievers.

They looked at you for approval to speak to a stranger. You smiled and nodded. "I'm Mi-Cha. I'm five years old."

"I'm Geon-Wu and I'm also five," they introduced.

"Wow, you both are so big and smart," Jimin said with big eyes.

Jimin and you have met outside of a session multiple times. But you never brought your kids with you or introduced them to anybody new. They were in a soft spot for now. They didn't do well with strangers, especially males.

"But mommy says that we are babies and we should behave," Geon-Wu pouted.

"Well, she is right. You both should behave at all ages," Jimin gave them some squishes. "How are you both? Did you two sleep well last night?"

"I'm good. I sleep a good night," Mi-Cha said in her broken language while playing with the green squishy frog whose eyes were going far away when she squished.

"Me too," he said while squishing the sheep.

"That's wonderful. So, is there something that makes you sad? Or makes you feel empty?" He carefully began.

The kids stopped and spaced out. You knew it was coming. They were smarter for their age. But they were still kids, they didn't understand deeper things.

"Dada," Geon-Wu said. "He is not coming home anymore. We always wait."

Your heart clenched. Every single day for five months, the twins would sit by the door at seven in the evening to greet their father as they usually did, but he never came.

"Did you ask your mother about it?" Jimin said as he wrote something in his notepad.

"Mommy said that an angel came and took him with her," Mi-Cha said, subconsciously squishing the frog.

"Yeah? Did she say that? And what do you think?" He asked.

"I think she is joking. He always called mom an angel. Why would she take him? Wouldn't she bring him home? And he can't go away without saying goodbye. He kisses our foreheads before going to the office," Geon-Wu's lips trembled.

Jimin straightened up and picked up the landline phone and called someone, "Hey, can you come in for a sec, please?" He hummed and placed it back. "You can keep the toys," Jimin smiled as well as the kids.

The middle-aged lady from before came in with a knock, "yes?"

"Take the kids for a while… kids? Go with her. She will give you candies," the kids looked at you again and with a single nod, they were out with the lady. "When there is a sudden change in the routine of kids, they tend to not get along well. No kid is good with changes especially if they are so sudden and unclear. I understand that telling them anything is heartbreaking and overall a stressful situation, but kids need a disclosure. A more settled if not the whole truth."

"How am I going to tell them?" Your tears were threatening to fall.

"Not now. Unless you are not ready, you don't have to. If you do tell them when you are not ready, it will affect your mental health. They don't understand the death stuff. They need some guidance to be there… to handle what their life has turned to," he said.

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"My father's friend is a great child therapist. I think you should set up at least one session for each. She is a really effective lady. I think she can help you the best. The rest is up to you," he shifted in his seat.

You sighed. It's not that you don't earn enough, it's the fact that your five years olds need therapy. This added one more thing to Jimin's list to help you overcome. He was just trying to help you in any way possible. And you were very well aware that they needed it. They need to know the truth…. In the end, the person in the equation is their father.

"How about we talk about you, Ms. Kwog?"

…

"Mommy! She gave me a raspberry candy," Mi-Cha waved her candy and jogged toward you followed by Geon-Wu.

"And she gave me a grape candy!" He said and both hugged your legs. You patted their heads.

"Yeah? That's so cool! Did you say thank you?" You asked.

"Oh, they did. I have never met such cute kids!" The lady said.

"Thank you so much," you smiled.

"I hope we will get to meet them sooner. Outside of this environment?" Jimin asked as he came out.

"Yes, mommy, can we meet Dr. Park sometime outside of the hospital? I like him," Mi-Cha said. Her cheeks turned into rosy blush.

You passed a squinted-eye look at her, "okay…"

Jimin laughed and kneeled, "we will meet soon!" She smiled widely and hugged him. Geon-Wu was also included by Jimin.

"Well, that's something," you said. "We need to go now."

The kids politely bowed and held your hands. When you were about to turn around, the other door opened and the man from before stepped out. Behind him, the other doctor, Dr. Jung Hoseok came and looked at you and passed a wide heart-shaped smile. The man looked at you and your kids with a blank face. You ignored him and passed a smile to Hoseok and left.

Hoseok and Jimin were the friends who opened the clinic. When you first came around, you heard that Hoseok was strict and intimidating. That was the reason why you asked for Jimin in the first place. But as time passed, you became friends with him through Jimin who brought Hoseok on lunch with him. He was strict, yes, in his work. But more than that, he was a ball of sunshine, trying to help people out in their worst. You loved to be around them.

…

"Bunny uncle! Bunny uncle!!!! BUNNY UNCLE!!!!"

"Whoa, you kids! Let the man get up and open the door in peace!" Jungkook, your best friend, said as he opened the door for you all.

"Bunny uncle!" The kids squealed and attached Jungkook with their tiny hugs. They have always called him bunny uncle based on his very similar looks to their favorite animal. Jungkook always loved it.

"Ah, how are my little bun buns?" He picked both of them like they weighed nothing and brought them inside, gesturing to you to come in as well.

"We are good. We met a cute doctor friend," Mi-Cha said as she nervously played with Jungkook's earrings.

"A cute doctor friend?" He asked.

"She means Dr. Park," Geon-Wu said.

"Ah, Jimin?... Ah," he understood and looked at you with a funny face. "Someone is having a first love."

"Stop!" Mi-Cha whined and buried her face in his neck.

"Ew," Geon-Wu fake gagged. "But he was nice. I like him."

Jungkook was the one who suggested you go to therapy. Jimin was his friend from school. So was Hoseok. Then both protected Jungkook from bullies as he was too innocent and fragile back then. Now he was a muscle pig and didn't get scared, instead, he would intimidate the others. But he never hurt anybody. He was a nice person.

"Well, it's good that you liked him. He is a charming man. But not more than me," you chuckled at his comment. "Anyway, how was it, Y/n? What did he say?"

You slumped on his couch as he sat in front of you with the twins in his lap. They both looked like pens in a pocket, too tiny against his huge figure. You adored it. At least they had one constant male figure in their life. He couldn't fill the father's void, but he was something close to it. A best friend, one could say. A blessing, as you say.

"Therapy. He recommends that they should be sent to a therapy session. His father's friend is a great child therapist. He said that I should at least send them once and see what happens…. They need disclosure. But first, they need to be strong enough for it… and I should be willing," you ran your hands on your face.

Jungkook and you met in college. You both had all the same subjects and stuck together all the time. He was the one who brought Dae-Jung, your late husband, to your group of two. He was the nicest and the most respectful man you have ever met. He held the universe in his eyes and poured it out for only you. Love, that word was never enough for him to express himself. It was more than that. He was more than that. You both fell in love and made a universe of your own. But everything comes to an end. And your universe tumbled before it even started.

Hugging both the twins closer to his chest, he kissed their heads and sighed. "I will be right here, okay? I'll help you as much as I can."

You held your tears back for the sake of your children.

.....

Sanaa's note:

I hope you liked it. I wrote a Yoongi before but ended up deleting it. Hopefully, this turns out better. I always appreciate your feedback 💓

The behavior of all the characters is visualized.

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